#him and Flint don't get along well...

[wolfylch]

I'm going insane - trying to make Flint a brother

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[cheesecake801]

I'm soft for Volkner + Flint + Pokemon interactions. If you wanna hear some my thoughts/headcanons/rambling about them you can check that out under cut

Raichu is an absolute cutie, a sunshine on earth and nothing can convince me otherwise

May I show you this.

It. Lives. In. My. Head. Just look at them !!! Can't believe the anime blessed me like that !

So yeah, I think Raichu and Flint are very close ! Raichu would rush to Flint everytime he comes over at Volkner's place haha ! I think Raichu also gets along with everyone in Flint's team ! I think Raichu can be kinda clingy in the way that he likes climbing on Volkner and Flint haha, and so one day I checked how much he weights and boy, 30kg sure is a lot alskdkzkd, he may be heavy but that's not stopping him

Electivire really likes Flint too, I'll probably share more about that one day ! The thing is, he's got beef with Magmortar. They've known each other for very long and yet still bicker haha

Jolteon and Flareon are the opposite, they go along suuuuper well ! I think they would look at their trainers with puppie eyes when it's time for them to separate, they can't get enough of playing with each other.

Luxray's just sleeping in any case, better not bother him XD

• About the sketch of Flint taking a picture of Volkner and Raichu :

-The idea came to me after that one event in pokemas when Lear and Gholdengo came out with Lear wanting to be sent like 100 photos representing the link between trainers and their partner or something

-I like to think Volkner got a real soft spot for Raichu haha (well also his other mons and electrik types in general to be fair) so he can be very affectionate with him, I don't think anyone would get to see too much of that in public but if it's just Flint here it wouldn't matter much XD

-I don't think Flint would often take random pics of Volkner like that but he probably thought this is like a perfect moment to take a pic for Lear's event. I mean look at how sweet him and Raichu look together ! Such a nice exemple of a close bond between trainer and pokemon !

-Unfortunately I also like to think that Volkner doesn't like much having photos taken of him without warning haha. Kinda comes from that one pokespe moment where you see Shauntal got a pic of him but he's hiding his face haha !

-I think he'd be fine with photos depending on the situation tho, like if I remember correctly he was in a photo in his new year event in pokemas and he seemed super chill with that ! I think he likes it with friends or when he is in a good mood XD But most certainly not an unprepared one like that ansksk

That's enough rambling for now, thanks if you read all that XD I like talking about them a lot even when repeating myself (pretty sure I already mentionned some of that stuff before akskskdkd but it was a long time ago so it's fine)

[xythlia]

Surprising mammon for his birthday with some absolutely sinful gold lingerie. You spend the night worshipping him, showing your devotion and greediness for him, taking your sweet time with his sensitive body

𓏲 ࣪₊ hbd to our mans hes getting smacked between us all like a volleyball holding on for dear life <3

› cw : f!reader, lingerie, body worship, praise, nipple play, hickies, handjob, petnames (baby, honey), anal fingering, ball fondling

Your skin prickled with anticipation and heat, not even the cool air inside the bedroom worked to combat the fever stoked by arousal. The chain clasped around your neck, draping down your chest in interlocked mesh did little to ground you.

It was extravagant, something he rarely got to indulge in anymore but tonight was a treat; what could be more fitting for the Avatar of Greeds birthday than his beloved in trappings of gold just for him to unravel? You bit your lip, hands roaming your skin feeling far too needy for his touch.

But patience comes first, he went out with Asmodeus to do some shopping which means he'll be doubly surprised when he opens the door. Fortunately you don't have to wait much longer, hearing his telltale footsteps coming up the hallway as you rise to sit perched on your legs folded beneath you. It felt like that earlier desire was now a string fully pulled taught by ghostly fingers.

With a grin that nearly hurts your cheeks you watch as it takes his brain several moments to catch up to what his eyes see, mouth slightly agape as he takes you in. In a rush he fumbles with the door, dropping shopping bags at his feet.

"What are ya-"

"Happy birthday!" You tip your head back to laugh, purposely showing off your gold dripped breasts.

As your giggle tapers off you rise to your feet, padding over to him to take his hands in yours, noticing how hot his skin feels.

"Ya wearing that just for me?" You don't miss how his voice cracks on the last syllable. Stopping just before the bed you gently place your hands on his chest, humming in affirmation as they run down over the soft material of his shirt stopping to slip your fingertips beneath the hem and reveling in the way his breathing hitches at the contact.

"Mhm," you place a kiss to the side of his throat, "just for you...". The air is balmy as his hands hesitantly rest at your sides, as if for a split second he wonders if he's dreaming.

Encouragingly you drag his shirt up over his stomach, dragging your lips up his throat, over his jaw, before finding purchase at his lips in a kiss that devoured all air in your lungs. As he backed you up the rest of the way, until you felt the edge of the mattress hit the back of your knees, you pulled back to slow him. With a soft tch you help him pull his shirt off then toy with the waistband of his jeans before he eagerly slid them off as well.

"Thought ya said it was mine to unwrap?" He asked. Gingerly you palm his erection through his boxers, eyes half lidded as you guide him to lay on his back letting you straddle his hips. The sharp intake of breath as you slide your pussy, barely covered in a thin scrap of satin, against him makes you nearly moan.

He looks so gorgeous beneath you, hair tousled and skin already gleaming with sweat in the low light.

"It is, but what kind of birthday would it be if I didn't give you something extra special, hm?" You murmur as your fingers curl around the band of his boxers, enjoying the slight whine that slips past his lips.

His eyes are glued to you, rapt with want as you wiggle your hips again, friction working like pieces of flint to spark embers in your tummy and make your clit throb. Again you tell yourself to be patient, bending down to nip at his jawline before daring to swipe your tongue along his neck, sucking and grazing the flesh with your teeth to create vivid purple bloom across his clavicle.

Teasingly you roll his nipples between both thumbs and indexes, swallowing his whines as you bring your lips back up to his and his hands knead against your ass. In jerky motions his hips buck against you, desperate for that earlier friction as you pinch and lightly tug at his nipples.

It's easy to tell he's getting impatient, needy and you answer his breathy moans by slipping his boxers down. In a flash he's gotten the idea already, raising his hips to help you slide them off as his cock springs out of its confines to lightly hit against his abdomen. The swollen red tip makes you nearly start drooling, tongue sliding across your bottom lip with the faint remembrance of salty, thick cum coating it.

But that's not what you have in mind tonight, it just wouldn't be enough to show him how deep your affection for him runs. Softly you wrap one hand around his shaft, slight, slow pumps as he throws his head back against the pillows with a moan so deep you can feel how wet its got you.

"Feel good, baby?" You purr, keeping the pace languid to feel him throb in your hand. Instantly a deep flush spreads across his cheeks, one hand clawing at your thigh as the other lays against the top of his head.

"Everything ya do feels good," he grunts out the last part, already breathing heavy as your thumb smears precum across his tip.

"You know you're everything I ever wanted?" Your other hand reaches between both your legs to fondle his balls, a sweet spot you found early on in your relationship. Between the ragged breathing and the whiny moans you know he can't answer you, but you didn't really anticipate he would so you continue.

"You're so wonderful, always taking care of me," you bend back down to ghost your lips over his as you finish in a whisper, "let me take care of you baby, yeah?"

You pick up your pace, reaching over as you sit back to grab the lube resting on the bed. It's something he shyly brought up to you one day, something you've been saving for just this occasion. It slides out of the tube cold and sticky, easily enough to do one handed although some drips against the bedspread, forgotten.

Lightly your index circles his hole, gently building up to insertion so as not to cause any pain while your other hand keeps up its steady strokes against his cock. The way his jaw drops open in a silent moan as your first knuckle slides past the ring of muscle is absolutely sinful, searing itself into the back of your eyelids.

"You're doing so good, honey" you coo at him, barely holding it together yourself watching the way hes unraveling as you introduce more of your index. Tactfully you twist your hands around his cock, gliding against the skin as he sloppily pushes his hips up to chase the movement. When he stills for a moment you start sliding the digit in and out in a nice, steady rhythm.

"S'too much-" he chokes out, the hand above his head clenching part of the pillow in a white knuckle grip. "Feels good fuck-"

He cuts himself off in a strangled cry while your hand keeps pumping regardless, feeling the slow throb of his cock as warm cum spurts against his stomach, milking him as you place sweet kisses against his cheek.

Your noses brush as your hands leave him, groping for the hand towel that was also laying somewhere beside you on the bed. As you clean up in loving movements his breathing steadies against and his hands caress your sides, making you giggle.

"I get the rest of this present now, yeah?" He murmurs weakly, making your stomach do summersaults.

"Of course you do, birthday boy."

[reveseke]

Tony, avengers & teen! BW! reader headcanons

Warnings? None really, okay maybe inhumane practice? (Talks about muzzling a teenager for biting problems. It's a suggestion, nothing that big or described tbh.) Also, this encompasses a lot more than just Tony, but I tried to keep it on Tony primarily lol.

A/N: Ssooo this had been requested by 🕷️anon. I'm so sorry this took me so long, but here it is. Also I'm all over the place at first bc background to thinking process and so on, but this was really fun! I hope you like them, I guess? :')

BW! Reader -> black widow (spiderman) reader

Okay, okay, okay okayookaylaku anyways, so I don't think Tony is big on kids (going by the movies) so it's probably Pepper and Fury who rope him into adopting reader!! I firmly believe it was Fury who placed them with the avengers & Tony, specifically to be under Tony's guardianship as a way to manage them & Tony himself bc we know Tony is a reckless fucker himself.

Character personalities based on different Earths; most notable is earth-12041 animation universe specifically, not the comics. Tony is based on the ironman sequel & E12041, Nat mentioned and is based on E12041. Pepper's personal interpretation of motherly leaning and someone's is good at getting along with others easily. Nick is a dick and based on E12041.

Sooo, now that's out of the system here's some of the headcanons :')

— Tony who was against the idea of having BW! Reader under his wing and BW! Reader who was against being in the avengers compound in general bc the avengers are still roped in with the government and so on.

-> take on hostile BW! Reader who is trying to escape every minute they're given. Someone who doesn't trust anybody and has been left to stew in their own mind for too long!!

-> que Tony somewhat sympathizing with Reader after reading into their past & family (especially if the reader didn't really have a good family to begin with.) — however, leaving the past open for now.

— I firmly believe that BW! Reader is as hostile to The Avengers as they would be to the police and such. Quite the anti government & police type of guy.

-> ALSO See the shock of the people Reader was primarily around / from the area under their protection when a journalist or someone on the net offhandly mentions that the young vigilante has been spotted around the avengers !!

-> or they take notice that the home grown vigilante has moved!! See the outrage. (Tbh, BW! Reader is either willingly getting let back to his home streets OR they escape to them.)

— Tony and the avengers are aware of Reader's reputation and I believe there's some safe precautions and jokes about them biting the team members or Tony on an average day (either from Flint or Tony himself) uhh.. yeah.

-> when I say safe precautions, see Fury having his men make a special muzzle for the reader or something alike that limits their erratic behavior.

— Also, Tony would probably be either disappointed or impressed (or both) with the reader regarding their biting habits and ways of handling the situations (which often ends with someone being killed or seriously injured).

-> And him basically being given options (that Tony sees as something that might set Reader off instead.) by Fury on how he should be handled. (See the precaution one over this one lol)

— BW! Reader who does not adjust well into the situation at first, but learns fast what he can do and cannot do and how much he can stretch and bend the rules without getting in trouble.

— Que Tony being impressed how easily he can lose track of the teen as he escaped the tower multiple times without being properly detected.

— BW! Reader who later on adjusts slowly but does no longer harbor outright hate for Tony or the Avengers, maybe to captain in some cases but still.

— tbh It would be funny if they warmed up to Pepper the first time around and Happy is the second person who was put to "babysit" them. (Maybe Nat as well? y'know shared identity name — the two widows [except Reader is probably being referred to with a secondary alias or as a BW junior/ mini BW/ Kid black widow, or just simply "BW" if they bonded. Alllsssooo, Nat helping BW! Reader with training!!])

— Also Tony having no patience or fatherly bone for Reader at first and it's Pepper counseling Tony about it. Short tempered slowly adjusting himself as well. And if BW! Reader is big on tech then random bonding time after Tony figures the teen out about it!!

— I mentioned before hand Fury putting Reader under Tony's guardianship to manage him. And I mean that, Tony's reckless and Fury thinking that having a kid under his wing might, just might actually help him keep tabs on the stubborn millionaire easier.

-> que Reader saying fuck it and refusing to speak or help out Fury on that management assignment.

— also first impressions are kinda poor imo, I don't think BW! Reader would have anything good to say about Fury or Tony. Rude, outright might get volatile.

[colddelusionsheep]

And we are back with the second part! Not going to lie, I started working on a DND campaign right after this. So writing progress is slow. Still writing at ungodly hours of the night tho, and as always, no one under 18.

1st Part

The start

As the other tribute said good by to his family. You could see how they cried for him. How they weeped for the fact that he would not be returning.

The other tribute was a boy that you had seem around the district. Flint Overhill. You never had any interaction with him, but each time you saw him you could tell he didn't like you.

He had dark black hair that was just above his shoulders. His eyes were such a dark blue that they almost looked black in the right light. If you remember correctly, last reaping the girl he was sweet on got picked.

She was a nice girl, quiet and kept to herself. She died as soon as the games started, didn't even stand a chance. Just like you.

The peacekeepers led his family out, and you could hear them weeping even after the door was closed and locked. Flint finally looked at you. The disgust in his eyes was plain to see.

"Looks like your luck has finally ran out. How does it feel to get what you deserve?" His words hit deep. They hit a place you thought had long sense gone cold.

"It wasn't my fault you know. My name was in there same as hers."

"Don't you dare speak of her." You could tell he was holding back. "With how many times you have put your name in, it should of been you."

"I-" before you could even respond. A patronizing voice spoke up.

"Oh my tributes, I certainly do have my hands full, don't I? Let's try not to kill each other just yet. You want to save that for the games!" Nodding his head, you could see all the pins that were in place to hold his wig on. "It makes a great show, oh yes indeed, but what's the point in a show with no cameras."

Both you and Flint were speechless. The complete disregard he had was unlike anything either of you had seen.

"Now, my name is Marius. I will be taking care of you two for the next couple of days. I hope I don't have trouble in the future with you two." As he spoke, he gave you and Flint a small wink. Then he started to usher the two of you into the train.

Before you know it, it felt like you stepped into a whole new world. Finery unlike anything you could've ever thought of existed was right here in front of your eyes.

"For the few days you are with us, you two shall be treated like royalty. Only the finest of things shall be able to touch my tributes' skin." As he went on, you mind stated to wonder along with your eyes.

You could see Flint role his eyes at Marius. Finding whatever you had just tuned out to be incredibly boring. You ran your hands along the wooded walls. It's smoothness brought back a far away memory to you.

It was blurry, but you could see the fine wood above you. Along with a man's voice....a voice that sounded so familiar. Before you could get lost into it more.

You felt a pinch on your arm. Snapping your head up. You could see the unapproving face of Marius. "Now, we will have to work on those manners. They are absolutely deplorable. No matter, we shall tackle that problem in the morning. You two get some rest. You will meet your mentor in the morning as well. So those manners better be improved."

At the last sentence, he gave you an especially harsh glare.

Flint brushed past you, giving your shoulder a mean jab as he did it.

You silently followed where they were showing you two your rooms. Stepping into your quarters. You were in awe of the luxury that was in it. Sitting on the bed felt like you would sleeping in the arms of an angel. Even the smell was wonderous. It was a mix of vanilla and rose.

But, before you could fully enjoy all the things around you. You suddenly remembered at what cost this is all for. Tears start to fall down in violent choked sobs.

You didn't want them to know, you didn't want them to know just how hopeless you are. How you were doomed to die in that arena just like they all wanted.

Yet, as you sat the crying your soul out. You were unaware of the camera watching your every move.

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"I want those mutts done by tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir."

As her lower confirmed. She went back watching the live feed. She has to give you credit, you were a pretty cryer. At least in her eyes.

This year was going to be a fun one.

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There we go! I hope y'all like it. Also, small little note, I do not do taglists. They can get pretty chaotic and I write on my phone so they can get really annoying to do.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 20

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, recovery whump, reluctant alliance, rejection by peers, betrayal

“Thank you,” Whumpee whispered gratefully.

Max nodded his acknowledgment. "In my opinion, Jake needed to have that ego of his taken down a notch anyway. You did it in a very spectacular way." He coughed on a laugh. "You certainly knocked him down a few rungs on the ladder of authority, that's for sure. It's about time he received a reality check."

"So where are you located on this... 'ladder'?" Whumpee asked.

Max grimaced. "Near the bottom somewhere, I'd presume. To be a part of this team you have to have thick skin and be under constant pressure and criticism, and I'm less... imposing that the rest. Not as intimidating. Easy to push around."

Whumpee couldn't help snorting a laugh, earning a puzzled look from Max. "You say that, yet you are the only one who's had the guts to approach me so far, aside from Jake." His eyes swept over Max's figure, and the man wasn't wrong; he looked about as threatening as a fly. Short black hair and golden-brown eyes, wearing looser clothes than everyone else. Dressed for comfort, not appearance.

It was like a vicious competition between all the team members, Whumpee was starting to realize, constantly battling for power and authority. Everything from the way they dressed to how they walked was meant to impress and intimidate. But Max had apparently given up trying to climb the ladder of rank, if he wasn't even bothering to try and one-up the others.

Max shifted nervously on his feet at Whumpee's words, mulling them over. "I guess it's because no one else will tolerate me," he said, "so I figured 'why not try my luck with the new guy'? Maybe get along with another outcast, you know?"

Whumpee did know. Far too well. He was hesitant to trust, but maybe he could find a valuable ally in Max if he tried. He sighed heavily, rubbing his face with his palms. It was almost time to head to the sleeping quarters now, and after all the stress Whumpee had gone through, he was exhausted.

The other team members were already heading off, and Whumpee joined them, Max not far behind as they settled down for the night.

Whumpee was awake for a few hours after everyone else had gone to sleep, a dozen questions floating in his head.

Jake hadn't returned to the sleeping quarters. It made sense; Flint was probably intentionally keeping them in separate rooms to prevent another fight from breaking out. So Whumpee wasn't worried. He could rest easy knowing Jake wouldn't be retaliating in the night.

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[ask-the-royal-absol]

Linda@Flint: "You know you're actually right about this kid being funny." The dragoness chuckled as she points her thumb at Destino. "I hear he's gotten himself into shit a few times cause people take 'em the wrong way. But it sounds like you know a bit about this absol already. You probably know about this prophecy involving him too. But I'm gonna be honest..." She trailed off as she looked around the room, appreciating the size and décor. "I'm a bit more interested to hear about this kingdom you're running. How far would you say it reaches and how long have you been running it? If it's anything like this castle then I bet it's pretty impressive."

Flint: Them. You use them, don't you?

Destino: Sure do. Suits me better.

Flint: Thought so. So, you wanna know about the kingdom? Hey Magmar, could you get the maps please? It'd be easier to show off our kingdom with it.

Magmar: As you wish, your highness.

*With a bow, Magmar ran quickly off into one of the rooms located on the side. Flint continued from where he left off.*

Flint: I've been running this kingdom for a good 30 years now. Inherited it from my father. It was difficult to take his place, I'll admit that. He had a...notorious reputation. But hard work is enjoyable work and work I certainly have. This kingdom is now thriving better than it ever has done before. It has to be partially thanks to the Underdark for allowing us access to their ores. Without those, I imagine many Pokémon wouldn't evolve into their final forms or perhaps even know about them.

Destino: At least we get some appreciation.

Flint: Of course your kingdom does. Our success depends on your trade relations with us.

*Flint caught a glimpse of something emerging from Destino's fur. Something purple. It took him by surprise when this shape formed into that of a creature.*

*Hope stepped up beside her father, knowing he'd never actually seen a ghost type before.*

Hope: Yeah, that's Destino's best friend. Felix. He tagging along too. He's a ghost type.

Felix: And poison. Ghost and poison.

Destino: Felix, out.

Felix: Sorry pal.

*Felix carefully left Destino's fur, making sure to pat down any loose strands. He knew how much Destino liked to keep themselves well groomed and he didn't want to cause them anymore frustration. He levitated next to the Prime. The king tried to settle himself. It was hard to when a mysterious visitor decided to appear from the long mass of fur on Destino.*

Flint: Wow. A real ghost! An actual ghost! That's not something you see everyday! At least, not up here.

Felix: Ghost type. Not a ghost.

Flint: What's the difference?

Felix: Ya see, I ain't dead. Just have abilities that resemble those of spirits.

Flint: Fascinating! I'll have to pick at you for more information about that! Anyway, yes. We could very well mine elsewhere. That's true. However, I'd much rather have the miners know they're going to be able to mine some ore, even if it is a small quantity of it. If they went somewhere new because our trading system broke down somehow, it'd mean we wouldn't necessarily be certain a days worth of mining would harvest results. The guarantee for resources is more valuable and more cost effective for me and the mining companies I work closely with.

Destino: So, without access to our resources, you'd be screwed over? Ha, I knew our kingdom was valuable to the surface. Serves you lot right for locking us away.

Flint: This kingdom tried to fight for your freedom, kiddo. We just unfortunately failed.

Destino: Clearly you didn't fight hard enough then.

Flint: Type advantage is a powerful thing, Prime.

*With a stream of panting, Magmar appeared from behind the king, holding what looked to be a beautifully adorned tube.*

Flint: You did well! Don't you worry too much about it! Which one is this?

Magmar: Land map. I've got the city map rolled up in there too, incase you need it.

Flint: And that's why you're one of the best advisors I've ever had! Good lad! Let's crack this open!

*Flint took the tube with the tips of his claws, unscrewing the deep blue cap from it. With claws that big, there was a little struggle for those fine motor movements but Flint was able to eventually get it off. He gave one of the maps back to Magmar who delicately put it back in the engraved tube. Flint then unrolled the perfectly kept map. It was surprising how neat it looked. No tears, no wear marks, no ageing either. It looked almost brand new.*

Flint: Now this right here is the land you stand upon. We are right here.

*He pointed at the dot labeled 'Terrestria'.*

Flint: And the land all around it is the land I govern. You see those black lines? There the boundaries of my kingdom and will one day belong to Hope.

*Using his claws, he traced the upper right corner of the landmass marked on the map.*

Hope: One day. You've just gotta give me the title first.

Flint: Yeah. It'll come, don't you worry about that. Now, the most interesting part about this is the city is called Terrestria and the kingdom, so everything inside of this area, is also called that too. I'm honestly not sure of the reasoning for that, you'd have to ask a historian or something.

*Destino stared at the map, looking at all of the features it had to show. They saw the rocky structure their group appeared from. This kingdom was absolutely huge. Compared to the Underdark, this was massive. Ridiculously so. Imagine all of the resources this land had to offer. All the space that could be given to its citizens. Destino knew their parents obtained an ok amount of foods and other items from Terrestria though it was never enough to feed absolutely everyone. Considering the amount of trip their parents took, no wonder they decided to continue their trade relations with this kingdom. Destino felt as though their kingdom had been cheated out on more. If they had this much to offer, why wasn't the Underdark given more? There was a growing sense of anger inside of Destino. They had to keep it together.*

Flint: You'll also notice that it's the smallest kingdom compared to the others. There's debate on whether Mechania or Terrestria is bigger but Mechania does seem like the larger kingdom. Naaturo has the largest kingdom but that's because it does the majority of food production. Queen Pollen is incredibly good at keeping her food supply lines going for the rest of the kingdoms. Whimsain also has a substantial amount but they won all that during the Great Type War. Can't really shift the boundaries of our kingdom as we don't want another war going on but it'd be nice to get a little more land to work with. Hope that answers what you wanted to know.

Flint: That's right. It's not completely public knowledge so I'd keep it on the hush-hush when you're outside these castle walls.

Destino: Wait, nobody outside even knows about this?

Flint: Only certain Pokémon do. If we spread knowledge of this union around, it'll end up in the ears of the Whimsain lot and we'd be in a distortion of a lot of trouble. It'd mean we couldn't provide any of our end of the bargain to you.

Destino: My lips are sealed, Flinto. Dunno if I could trust any of these idiots with this information but you do you.

*Flint looked towards Gizmo and Mouse, determining whether they could be trusted with this. He was usually a pretty good judge of character and they didn't seem like the type to spread something like this around. Flint made a mental note to send a couple of spies to watch and observe them for any suspicious activity. With a sigh, he felt he could deal with the risk well enough.*

Flint: Our union was established around 400 years ago. King Alumin of Terrestria and King Estavior of the Underdark met when the Terrestrians were trying to find a new mining route and agreed on a collaboration between the two kingdoms would be beneficial between the both of them.

Flint: Estavior allowed Terrestrians access to their mines, which we found out later on was a guarantee to harvest ores for evolution stones. Alumin offered foods and other resources for this. Kind of him but it's really helped us out in the long run. We've been going strong since then. Ores are super useful for us as we've got the knowledge to turn them into evolution stones. The ores of these stones are incredibly dangerous when raw.

Destino: We had one of our citizens try to use one of the ores scattered around. She did not recover from the deformations caused. So much energy and power to be harnessed. Honestly, if I had an ounce of interest in the matter, I'd be curious as to how I could use that power for myself. A spotlight for my own. That could be good. Always showing the most important Pokémon in the room.

Hope: Of course you'd say that. Surely there could be other things that the energy produced could be used for rather than yourself?

Destino: And what would be the point of that? Honestly Hope, you're not thinking of the bigger picture here. A spotlight. For me. It's a fantastic idea.

Felix: Des, perhaps we should draw the focus back to the King? This is interestin' stuff.

Destino: And bring the conversation back to something dull? Come on Felix. You know it'd be far more interesting talking about how I would use these ores if I wanted to use them.

Flint: Point is, these ores are dangerous when not cut into shape and we're able to turn them into something useful for everyone. The trade union is something that benefits both sides, even with the danger of being discovered. Perhaps you should take more interest in your history, young Prime. If you don't learn about it, you may make mistakes which could lead to the downfall of your kingdom if you're not careful.

Destino: Me? Making mistakes? Ha, that's hilarious. I doubt it.

*The map of Arkaedia is now available.*

@askiceboundlopunny @masked-vee

(6/6 - No more questions for now.)

[eldritch-spouse]

Hello Pinnie! I was wondering what kind of relationships do the Icons have with their head imps?

To be a head imp, one automatically needs to have some level of the demonlord in question's trust. After all, not just anyone alone can ascend to the position. More than skill, they need to get minimally along with their demonlord, or otherwise a few sets of traits that net them that position.

Don't forget that things are always a tad one-sided, naturally. The benefiting party of these unbalanced dynamics is always the Icon.

Vesper and Lacai get along very well. Vesper can confide in Lacai and they manage to keep each other in check several times, because even if it looks like Vesper is the one in greater need of supervision, both have their impulsive weakspots. Although the barrier of royal duty is always present, it can be said they're friends, at the end of the day.

Rinx and Nena are likewise in a pretty decent relationship. Nena is overworked due to Rinx's whims, and he tends to be unintentionally cruel sometimes by not thinking of how much work something will take, but Rinx will spoil her generously when in good moods, and generally, they think somewhat fondly of each other.

Vorticia and Eleri are family. Eleri has been present to co-parent with Vorticia when the biological fathers of her children were consumed. If there's someone Vorticia trusts, it's them. Likewise, although Eleri is not romantically or sexually interested in the Queen, they have built an incredibly strong bond with her and the princes/princesses they raised.

Zizz and Jayde have an easy-going sort of dynamic. Jayde overworks himself mostly out of already being somewhat anxious as a person and because people in Sloth will naturally dump all the work on someone like him. Zizz very openly trusts Jayde and takes the time to demand his head imp get actually necessary rest, because coming across someone minimally bearable to be around frequently while awake is hard for Zizz. Jayde feels he's not treated badly at all, though he'd like it if Zizz didn't leave him hanging sometimes.

Kalymir and Roch... Get along? Kalymir thinks Roch is pathetic and a weirdo, but in a funny way. He likes fucking around with Roch, and that's part of the reason why the imp has lived so far. Roch doesn't really care if he's thrown around, everything in Wrath is warm and he only really has to get to work in certain key moments, because his King would rather settle things with blood then written word/diplomacy. They have a mutuality.

Livius and Flints are also a bit like family, but in a more nuanced way. Flints has been present in Livius' life for a while now, and Livius knows he's an imp that can be trusted with certain truths that not everyone can keep till their grave. Flints also knows how to read and deal with the King in a way most people couldn't get. He's valuable and reliable to Livius. Flints himself also feels a sense of duty towards Livius and will never betray him.

Cero and Rieba have a strained relationship. Rieba is overworked to the bone, and most of her work day is spent in awaiting the moment where Cero will decide to put her in the spotlight or nag at her over something minuscule. He's incapable of telling her that she's his most competent worker, and she's losing hair from stress.

[iamnmbr3]

For the ask game, Oliver Wood!

How I feel about this character

Who wouldn't love his utter fanatical devotion to winning school sports games that ultimately don't actually affect that much? They only thing Harry ever got that enthusiastic about was Draco Malfoy. If Harry had been that into Horcrux hunting the main plot of book 7 would've been over by chapter 5 and the rest could've been devoted to the 8th year drarry fic of our dreams. Remember the time Harry almost died in a Quidditch game and Oliver tried to drown himself in the showers...because they lost?

Or remember this moment:

Hilarious and iconic. I feel like this video captures him perfectly lolol.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I...don't really. In my head Oliver's true love is Quidditch lol. Although I would be deeply entertained by a fake dating AU in which he seduces Marcus Flint to try to learn about the Slytherin team's strategy for the Quidditch season and then it's left ambiguous in the end whether they've actually caught feelings for each other or have expanded their Qudditch rivalry to new levels... (25 years into their marriage all their friends and acquaintances are still not sure and also are not entirely convinced they aren't actually doing a Bit but are too afraid to ask).

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I just think it would be so funny to know more about the absolute chaos that must have ensued from him sharing a dormitory with Percy. Just imagine Percy insisting on total peace and quiet while he studies vs Wood up at all hours making Quidditch models. I feel like they'd either get along really well by terrifying everyone else into giving them the space to themselves to work on their respective Very Important Projects TM or else they'd constantly be fighting. Or maybe they alternated. Either way. Peak content potential.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't think I have any. Comment your spiciest Oliver Wood takes lol.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Can you imagine if we got to see Wood's reaction to Luna's Quidditch commentary?

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earthbound old man tier list

S Tier: Doctor Andonuts. idc what anyone says, he is a fascinating bewilderful tragic morally dubious rubiks cube of a character, and if i think about him for longer than 10 seconds i get so emo i wanna dye my hair black and run away into the woods. he is also very funny. i would squash him like putty.

A Tier: Wess. mother 3 wouldn't be mother 3 without Wess and i'm not kidding. i love how he is written as both a terrifying abusive father and also a genuinely wise antifa ally, the duality of humanity or whatever. a bunch of his lines still give me chills to this day. especially [ this one ]

Leder as well. absolute fucking real one. imagine taking a vow of silence for the rest of your life to protect your beloved community, none of whom even can remember the sacrifices you've made for them, singlehandedly bearing a lifetime of unfathomable trauma to spare them theirs. he is atlas with the planet earth on his shoulders. yet another character who turns my brains into spaghetti-os.

B Tier: George is one of the most intriguing characters in the series. Boy, I wish Itoi took the time to actually Write him!!! so many questions, so little canon material, but my imagination does drive me a bit to madness with this guy I fear.

C Tier: the fuck do you mean Geldegarde Monotoli was super wicked evil under Giygas' influence, kidnapped Paula, took over Cartoon New York with sheer capitalist ruthlessness - then as soon as you break the Mani Mani statue he's like -tiny bichon frise sneeze- "ouuugghhh goodness gracious i'm so sorry, i don't know what came over me, i am so harmless and frail and made of pudding also" -little pekingese cough- and Paula is like "don't worry ness ���� he was just a sweet old man all along lol!!!" nvm it's pretty funny actually

Grandpa Alec goes in C Tier too. imo he's well written in chapter 1. his reaction to grief feels really off-kilter in a strangely human & believable way, like?? he is snapping at Lucas and immediately feeling remorse, cracking jokes to try and assure Flint (and himself) everything is ok when it clearly isn't, kooky silly and also unsettling at the same time. i think people forget that he's also a messy clumsy maladjusted grieving dad, just like Flint. but after chapter 1 he kinda falls off, doesn't have much interesting to say or add to the story. i find myself kinda wishing Lucas had a closer relationship to his grandpa implied post-timeskip… oh well.

is Jonel old? his sprite doesn't look ancient but considering his attitude & his adult kids I imagine him to be in his 60's probably. i like that he's a bit of an asshole, and his moment at the prayer sanctuary implies a religious aspect to the village that's super intriguing… iirc he has a line all the way in New Pork where he trash talks Flint for still holding out hope & tryin to find Claus, and it's like?? damn, Jonel, a cunt to the bitter end!! gotta love that.

likewise Mayor Pusher is one of those Tazmily villagers who really highlights how fake & callous some of these people can be. i love the part toward the end of chapter 7 where he blabbers about how much he hates this hick town and he's so eager to leave already, and when he catches Lucas eavesdropping iirc he's rude as ever to him. what a douchebag! no wonder his son is so depressed ❤️

Nippolyte is a benign real one and I like him, even though there's not much to him.

wish Scamp did or said literally anything of note before dying. oh well

D Tier: yeah fuck Mr. Carpainter though. i don't believe for a second he was solely driven to become a cult leader by alien brainwashing alone, dude's gonna be on some MLM shit within a year mark my words

??? Tier: i don't consider Mother 3 Porky an old man, i consider him Very a forever thirteen year old trapped in a sickly grotesque disproportionaltely aging body. but if you do consider him an old man, he's in the stratosphere tier blowing up the moon

[jackoshadows]

Big Bucket Wull's bad-ass speech about saving the Ned's little girl hits different when we know he used to visit Winterfell and probably ran into little Arya Underfoot running around and sitting next to her father while Ned chatted with the lords come visiting. And that Arya herself was named after a great grandmother from the mountain clans and we get the same clans marching for her.

"There's people," Bran told her. "The Umbers are mostly east of the kingsroad, but they graze their sheep in the high meadows in summer. There are Wulls west of the mountains along the Bay of Ice, Harclays back behind us in the hills, and Knotts and Liddles and Norreys and even some Flints up here in the high places." His father's mother's mother had been a Flint of the mountains. "Wull?" said Meera. "Jojen, wasn't there a Wull who rode with Father during the war?" "Theo Wull." Jojen was breathing hard from the climb. "Buckets, they used to call him." "That's their sigil," said Bran. "Three brown buckets on a blue field, with a border of white and grey checks. Lord Wull came to Winterfell once, to do his fealty and talk with Father, and he had the buckets on his shield. He's no true lord, though. Well, he is, but they call him just the Wull, and there's the Knott and the Norrey and the Liddle too. At Winterfell we called them lords, but their own folk don't." - Bran II, ASoS

[elisedonut]

What is the difference between flint/percy and perciver

because they look the same to me and i dont get it

Hello!!

Love this question thank you for sending it to me!

ok so keep in mind what we do actually know about Marcus and Oliver is a little limited so alot of this is more just how I see them personally at this moment in time alright?

Also this may be annoying to read so ill add a TLDR at the end jdfhadk

Really though for me at least when it comes to Flintley vs Perciver alot of it comes more down to outside factors and just Marcus being meaner

Like Flintley is a very "mean to everyone but you" type of ship to me. Even though I do still think he has his moments when it comes to Percy anyway. it's a ship where one side falls within a few meetings most of the time to me (normally Flint). A ship where when/if the other person falls to that everything else will happen extremely quickly.

It's also slightly a Flustered/Experienced ship dynamic to me because of me recently being obsessed with the concept of Marcus being a total prude who doesn't want to disappoint his family any more then he already has. Like that isn't always important but it's fun to play with and not something I tend to play with when it comes to Perciver.

Because with Oliver I tend to actually think of him as having a very loving family who treat him really well mostly because of the fun difference that shows with Percy's family.

Also I think the fact Oliver never seems like embarrassed or concerned about how much he only cares about Quidditch is a sign that his home life is pretty good or at the very least like supportive of him.

While with Marcus I like to make his family even worse then the Weasley's for the same reason. So I tend to think of them as putting a lot of pressure on him and him having a very difficult time living up to it.

I'm also one of those people that take the text fuck up the writer made about Marcus' year in the first book as just him having failed that year so i don't tend to think of Percy and Marcus interacting much at all before like Percy's sixth year.

Even though it was later fixed I think it's just more interesting and adds more layers to him and another thing for him to feel like a fuck up about as well as just being an easy way to force him and Percy to interact.

so it just stays fact to me.

Perciver is a slow burn friends to lovers type ship to me I know enemies to lovers is like gaining ground with them but I personally don't care for it much. I prefer when they do still end up bickering at times but for the most part get along really well.

I think even after both of them realize they have feelings that it takes forever for them to own up to it. Neither side wants to lose the other as a friend so they both try to just push it down and ignore it even though it doesn't really work very well

Both sides are convinced the other is way to good to be with someone like them so everything is very slow moving

I tend to think of them as getting together later in life vs a Hogwarts romance.

I do think both ships have a an obsessive like tint to them because both Marcus and Oliver both have that obsessive personality

though I do think Flints more of a bitch about it

Oliver at least tries not to be a jealous bitch and just kind of buries it when he feels it

While Flint doesn't even attempt to hide when he's having a jealousy fit

I think most of the Weasleys adore Oliver and can't stand Marcus

I think Oliver is more likely to not take Percy's side on something if he really thinks he's wrong when it comes to his family (even though he wouldn't say that actually in front of the other Weasleys)

while Percy could literally say something way off and incorrect and Marcus will still be 120% on his side against his family(and will say so Infront of them without care)

Marcus is more likely to not try to convince Percy to always forgive his family

while I think Oliver would be likely to try to

even though in both cases I do think the final decision is left to Percy either way and both would follow what he decides

Oliver's first love is Quidditch but Percy is very close behind it

Marcus puts Percy above everything else to an unhealthy degree

So Tldr the main big differences to me

Flintley:

Meaner then Oliver

Quick burn feelings

Flustered/Experienced

Later interaction

Flints are worse then the Weasleys

Outwardly Jealous

Weasley's hate him

Handles Weasley conflict by always loudly taking Percy's side even if he's wrong

Percy >>>>>>>>> Everything else

Perciver:

Nicer then Marcus

Slow burn feelings

Friends to lovers

And they were roommates

Woods are better then the Weasleys

Tries to hide his Jealousy(he fails)

Weasleys love him

Handles Weasley conflict by forming an actual opinion on the matter at hand and talking to Percy about it privately

Quidditch > Percy >>>>>>>>> Everything else

[twoidiotwriters1]

Until The Very End —(WITS Sequel)

A/N: One chapter left!! -Danny Words: 2,918 Masterlist Previous chapter // Next chapter

September 1st, 2015

Mel had woken up feeling like she had to be making haste to get out of bed, for some reason, and it took her a second nap to realize today was September first, and her twins were supposed to get in that morning's train to Hogwarts.

"Harry!" She sat up abruptly, grasping her husband's arm tightly and shaking him awake.

"M'up! What?!" Harry scrambled to get his glasses, almost toppling over the mattress.

"The twins!" Mel stumbled out of bed, her hands swiftly pointing to one side and the other while things flew across the room to get the day started. "Hogwarts!"

Harry groaned as he pushed the covers away, rushing out and muttering curses. "I'll make them breakfast, you wake them."

The doorbell rang and they froze, sharing the same look of horror. "The Flints!"

Josephine, Erick's third-born daughter and their goddaughter, was also starting her education at Hogwarts that year, and they had promised to take her along with the twins since Erick and Anne were too busy organizing the opening day of their shop. 

Harry tried to brush his hair into a presentable look (it had never worked, but he kept holding onto hope that one day it would) and scurried off to the first floor to welcome the kid.

Mel ran off to the twins's room and opened it harshly only to find Emmeline already trying to drag James out of his bed. "See? I told you we're late already!" The girl squealed once her mother came in. "He doesn't believe me!"

"I told her you would come to wake me when it was time!" James huffed, kicking his sister away and sitting up. "Tell her it's not that late!"

"It is terribly late, Jamie, I'm a terrible mother," she said, making a swift movement with her wrist and causing the twins's trunks to gather and pile next to the door. "Get dressed and come have breakfast, Josie's downstairs already."

"Mum, I told you to set your alarm," said a sleepy voice behind her. Matthew was there, rubbing the sleep of his eyes. Lily was tailing him, hugging her bear.

"Go get dressed," she urged the younger kids. "Go, go! We have about ten minutes before we have to rush out!"

Mel rushed out with the trunks following her down the stairs, at the foot of them was Erick, grinning knowingly. "Someone trusts a bit too much on her ability to wake at dawn."

"Shut up," the witch glared at him. "Not a word."

Erick clicked his tongue, loving the opportunity to torture her. "And you call yourself a good mother."

"Actually, she admitted to being a terrible one," James commented, jumping the steps two by two just like Harry tended to do.

"James, you shouldn't say that!" Emmeline scolded him, rushing after him.

"Don't run on the stairs!" Mel warned them as she reached the entrance hall. "Out of my way, have to take these to the car—Emmie, is your owl ready?"

"Going!" The girl ran away to the kitchen after waving briefly at Erick. "Hi, uncle!"

"Hi, uncle!" James ran past. "Josie, are you bringing your cat..?"

"Hi, Erick," Matthew said, nodding at him casually as he walked to the kitchen with Lily's hand gently held in his.

"Erick?" The man turned to her with concern. "Since when?"

Mel shrugged. "He discovered last summer that he's only related to my mum and Regulus and since then has decided to call everyone else by their names. He thinks that makes it sound grown-up."

Erick chuckled. "Ah, right. Well, can I trust you'll take care of my girl? We'll try to be there by the time the train parts, but if not..."

"She's in good hands," Mel assured him.

Everyone was there to send the twins away. Everyone. The only ones who weren't were the current teachers of the school, whom no doubt would be eager to welcome Mel and Harry's children, holding those irksome expectations over their heads.

The Weasleys were already a crowd on their own, then the Lupins got there, and then the Sultens. Harry had to pick up Lily so she wouldn't get lost. Mel had Matthew beside her, but he was holding onto her cloak, he was an interesting boy, with the Dumbledore look and intelligence oozing from him like a river. 

Even now Mel could tell her son would be... well, just like her. She could sense it just like Dumbledore was able to sense it in her all those years ago, the magic just waiting to burst out of every pore in his body. She'd worried Lily would have her misfortune, but so far, Lily had taken after Harry's mother.

James and Emmeline had Josephine between them, both holding the girl's hands and having two different conversations at once. When excited, the twins tended to ramble just like her, but Josephine had grown next to these kids, so she was quite good at keeping track of everything that was being discussed. When they reached the train, Erick and Anne took their daughter to a side to say goodbye.

Mel allowed the entire army of people who had come for their children to wish them good luck first, and once the parade of hugs and kisses was done, she and Harry knelt in front of their kids.

"All ready?" Harry asked with a bright look in his eyes.

James nodded with the same look on his face, but Emmeline was struggling to hold back her pout. "What happens if we're all put in different houses?"

"Emmeline," James rolled his eyes. "We will see each other all the time."

"He's right," Mel soothed her daughter, reaching to caress her hair. "There is no rule that forbids you to visit each other's common rooms, our eat together."

"Besides," Harry piped in, "you may do your own set of friends in school, that would be good for you, Emmie." The little girl pouted, her baby blue eyes brimming with tears that melted her parents's hearts. "Now, love, don't be scared, you're just like your mother, you'll get friends in no time!"

"I want you to know," Mel said anxiously, unable to hold back. "That we don't expect you to be out of the ordinary. I'd be perfectly happy with good kids that do well at school, nothing more."

James scowled. "Merlin, mum, are we that hopeless?"

The woman laughed. "James, you are many things, but hopeless isn't one of them. You're energetic and quick-witted, and I'm sure you'll find your place and be very happy at school. What I'm saying is..."

"Mum doesn't want us to care about being like her," Matthew said plainly, his emerald eyes serious. "Because it's a tough deed, isn't it? It takes extra lessons, and we won't enjoy ourselves as much if we try too hard."

Harry looked at him and then back at Mel, and she knew what he was thinking. "Yes, Matty. Thank you. What your mother means is that we don't want you to put much weight on the things you'll hear at school. Everything always sounds more impressive than it actually was."

"And you can always ask us about it," Mel added. "I would feel better if you asked us directly instead of listening to other people's versions of things they didn't live."

"Mum, don't fuss about it, we can handle ourselves," James brushed it off, but Mel knew her son, he was just as anxious as his sister.

The woman wrapped her arms around the twins and took a shaky breath. "Can't believe my babies are all grown up," she sniffed. "Don't forget to write."

She fussed over them, kissing all over their childish faces and drinking in the roundness and rosiness of them, knowing there was a chance they would come back looking differently just like Harry and she tended to do every June.

Her husband hugged the twins next, whispering some things that were meant only for the children, and both kids nodded solemnly. Then he kissed both on the cheek, and he moved back a bit to pull Matthew and Lily closer, he spoke some more to them and gently cleaned Lily's tears as he spoke, he was nothing but calm and collected. Mel watched him, falling in love all over again.

She joined the hug, gave some extra kisses, and finally parted. Harry kept a firm grip on her waist just in case, she couldn't blame her, the next seven years would be full of changes and new adventures, and she was scared, but also a little heartbroken. Before she knew it her twins would stop being kids who needed her and would turn into young adults, ready to live a fuller life away from her and Harry. And then what? She couldn't remember a happier time than when she became a mother.

"Are you as terrified as I am?" Harry asked quietly.

"I have half a mind to sneak into Hogwarts and keep an eye on them, or ask Fawkes to do it," she retorted, leaning her cheek on his shoulder. "This isn't as fun as I thought it'd be."

"Yeah," Harry took a deep breath, pulling her closer.

October 2015

Mel and Harry were having dinner at the Sultens' household when Regulus came thumping down the stairs, holding a brown envelope in a shaky hand.

"I got it!" He waved the letter over their heads when he reached the dining table. 

"What!" His mother snatched the piece of parchment and read over the first few lines, then gasped and beamed. "Regulus is Scamander's new intern!"

"Merlin's beard!" Mel jumped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around her brother, squeezing him tight. "That is wonderful news, Leggie!"

"Cheers, Reg," Harry had also gotten to his feet and was patting the young man's back in a fatherly manner.

Matthew and Lily Potter entered the room curious to know what the fuss was about. "You screamed and scared Lily," the boy informed them.

"Not much!" Lily was quick to add. "But why are you yelling, mum?"

"Your uncle got his dream job!" Mel smiled from ear to ear.

Lily frowned. "You wanted to work, uncle Reg?"

Emily laughed. "Ah, this one doesn't even want to do his own laundry, love, but since I work at the Scamander's reserve not only he has to do what I tell him here, but I'll be supervising his chores there too!"

Regulus's smile remained, but it tightened slightly. "Can't wait!"

January 2016

The silence was growing so thick from pure shock that Hermione felt on the verge of tears.

"You know, you could at least pretend to be chocking on something," she said impatiently.

"What? No," Mel blinked, then she gaped and stayed silent again.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, you lot are overreacting!"

"Beg your fucking pardon?" Ron asked smiling from ear to ear. "You just said you're being considered for Minister of Magic!"

Hermione's face flushed all the way down to her shoulders. "Yes, well, but it isn't set in stone—"

"Oh, but really, what kind of competition could you possibly have?" Mel snorted, the humble approach of her friend towards the news had jumpstarted her brain. 

"You are being considered too, you know?" The woman said plainly.

Mel brushed it off right away. "Ah, yes, but hell will freeze before I take it. Minister of Magic, me? When you're on the line? Fat chance!"

"Harry would've been considered if it weren't because of his old habit of disregarding the rules when they're inefficient," Ron grinned.

Harry shrugged, also not caring for it. "Honestly they're doing me a favor, keeping me away from it. Not that I would've taken it in the first place, but I probably would've had some trouble saying no, what with feeling responsible for everyone's safety and everything."

Mel patted his shoulder. "It's alright, love, you're better off being a national dormant menace."

"But you, Hermione, you'd make a brilliant minister," Harry said, reaching to keep Mel's hand on his shoulder and tilting his face to kiss it.

"Yeah, I agree!" Ron beamed. "There is no one on the bloody planet, let alone the country, that I'd trust more to lead than you, 'Mione. I always knew you'd be the greatest witch of our generation."

Hermione got even more flustered after her husband's declaration of faith. She tried to speak, but the only thing to come out was a series of incoherent mumblings and giggles. Ron's smile widened and he leaned in to press an effusive kiss on his wife's rosy cheek.

July 2016

There is a lot to be said about wizards' lack of modernity, and although many claim that we don't need muggle inventions like 'smart' phones or portable computers, it cannot be denied that our younger generations have a latent interest in them. Interest that Erick and Anne Flint are using to broaden the -quite frankly- dusty and wrinkled boundaries of our society.

I find myself standing in what has to be the busiest street in Diagon Alley today, to witness the reopening of Flint Inventions, a shop originally managed by Eliot Flint, grandfather of the current owner, Erick Flint. His wife, a woman who graduated in Electrical Engineering (a complex muggle career only for the smartest kind of folk, according to Anne's husband), claims to have discovered a way to blend modern artifacts and the magic of our wizardry society, and wants to bring the shop its former glory.

Erick Flint, who worked for several years alongside none other than Mel Dumbledore, current head of the department of mysteries, opened the shop this morning at ten sharp with the next speech:

'When I was a kid, I was told muggles could bring no benefit to my life, that their world was almost archaic and it was best to shun them out. So naturally, I went and fell in love with a muggle. [Laughs] Anne is the most talented inventor I've ever met, my grandfather had a soft spot for thinkers and revolutionary people, the same weakness that became the ruin of his shop thanks to some more than unkind rumors... I happened to share his weakness, and with tons of effort, I turned it into the backbone of Flint Inventions. 

Anne, this shop is your contribution to a world that would've grown stale and decrepit had it not been fortunate enough, wise enough, to welcome you and so many others of your kind with open arms. Congratulations, my love, I will continue to support you in every wonder you choose to create, until the very end.'

Following the touching speech, Anne Flint, her husband, and their five children held the scissors for the ribbon-cutting ceremony and then granted our brand new Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger-Weasley, a few minutes to speak. In her speech, the Minister assure those concerned that our traditions would be pushed aside in order to accomodate the outer world that she's worked relentlessly with Mr and Mrs Flint to ensure traditions are honored and wizardry safety is always first and foremost in every situation.

The Minister was also clear to point out that, while some traditions should be kept, such as wand usage and the statute of secrecy, our dislike for muggle electronics is certainly not one of them. This author wishes to remind those who think muggles bring nothing but trouble, that our current Minister is a proud muggle-born with countless achievements, such as seeking and destroying the horrocruxes of the late dark wizard Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, so I would advice you to think twice before speaking your out-of-date opinions out in the open.

There to support the Flints were not only the Minister's family (Head Auror Ron Weasley and his two children, along with the entire Weasley family), but also Mel Dumbledore and Harry Potter (current Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement) along with their four children, and Emily Sultens accompanied by her son, Regulus, youngest magizoologist to work for the Scamanders reserve.

When asked if his parents would be in attendance, Mr. Flint pointed at his cousin, Joseph Favre, and then at the guests around him "This is my family.", was his only statement on the matter. When I tried to contact Mr and Mrs Flint senior to ask about their youngest son's achievements, I got no response. Their loss, those old roaches.

Flint Inventions will open Monday to Saturday from 10 AM to 7 PM at #13 in Diagon Alley, just a block away from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. 

Remus laughed and put down the draft once he was done. "This is brilliant, Ted, but if I were you, I would abstain from calling the Flint seniors roaches. Scratch that out before taking it to your editor."

"Ah, I put that as a joke for you to read, Dad, I'm not actually leaving it in," Teddy grinned, taking the draft and fidgeting with the corners of the paper. "But did you like it?"

"I loved it," Remus nodded approvingly. "You're a talented journalist, and Merlin knows you're a thousand times better than Skeeter. I believe we all collectively sighed in relief when she announced her retirement."

"And we're all glad the Daily Prophet had enough sense to hire you," Tonks walked into the room holding a bunch of folders. She kissed her son's head when she passed by, which he accepted happily.

"Off to work?" Remus questioned when she kissed his cheek. "Tell Harry and Ron I say hi."

"And if you see Auntie Mellow and Hermione say hi too!" Thomas added, his head peeking from behind the couch.

"What about you, Ted, have any hellos you'd like delivered?" Tonks asked bemusedly.

"Nah, I'll visit my godparents tomorrow and I'll take the article so they tell me what they think," the young man said, looking pleased. "And I can show it to the Flints as well, they'll probably be there too."

"In that case don't delete the roach part yet," Remus grinned. "Erick is going to love it."

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March of Minch, day 6: Crossover

STARTING 6 DAYS IN and no way i'll be able to keep this up, but I had an idea for this one so I decided to go for it!!

I assume the prompts are really supposed to be Porky-specific but I couldn't get this image out of my head so I just decided to go for it (Also it's a little cheatsy to "crossover" two games from the same series BUT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET)

Anyway, Flint and Aloysius getting along while the rest of their families meet (wonder if things are going any better elsewhere)

My tiny, stupid handwriting is probably a huge pain to read and it's mostly obscured, so here's the entirety of Aloysius's monologue (went kinda overboard)

So you're a real cowboy, huh? That's cool. I always loved cowboys growing up. John Wayne! You ever seen him? Probably not, I guess. Well he was a very strong and masculine man's man, just like you. Always playing rough cowboys in the old west. Those were the days, don't you think? When men could really be men. Well, there was bad stuff too I guess. Still, I wish I was as manly as you. I bet I could really impress my wife like that. Maybe then she wouldn't have divorced me… You're married too, aren't you? Hoho, I bet a guy like you could get as many girls as he wants! Wives can be such bothers, though. Whenever Lardna used to yell at me, I'd sometimes wish she'd just drop dead! I do miss her a lot, though. Do you have a gun? Don't worry, that's not related. You know, Lardna always wanted me to get one in case the neighbors tried to steal from us, but when we went down to the shooting range my hands were so sweaty I couldn't hold the gun right. I guess I'll have to rely on my bare hands to protect my family! Yes sir, these hands have gotten us through some tough times in our marriage. Well, not that we're married anymore, of course. But I wish we were.

[sherlockruiningmylife]

Merthur fic idea.

Arthur already discovered Merlin's magic and is adamant about Merlin keeping it a secret and being careful. Only problem is, Arthur is not as subtle or nonchalant as he thinks he is.

For example, every time Merlin uses his magic Arthur looks around anxiously or gets unnecessarily loud and obnoxious to "draw attention away from Merlin". Except it usually has the opposite effect.

Sometimes Arthur reacts when Merlin hasn't even used any magic. And Merlin just gets increasingly exasperated.

Example:

Merlin's trying to light a fire as the knights are sitting around after making camp. Merlin strikes the flint sending sparks into the kindling.

Someone is talking to Arthur but Arthur is keeping one eye on Merlin the whole time.

When the fire finally catches and the small flame grows rather suddenly, Arthur abruptly jumps up from where he's sitting.

"MERLIN!!"

"What?" Merlin jumps up too, expecting something terrible.

"Er"

Merlin stares until one of the knights clears their throat. They both turn.

"Everything alright sire?"

Arthur nods, "er, um, yes. I just remembered I need to talk to Merlin."

Arthur grabs Merlin's arm and drags him over into the trees.

"Hey! What? Arthur, what is going on? Let me go." Merlin bats at Arthur's hand.

Arthur just pulls him along until they are a safe distance out, "are you an idiot?! Anyone could have seen you?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb Merlin, you used your m- well you know, you used it to start the fire. "

Understanding dawns on Merlin's face, "oh, no, I didn't this time Arthur. But even if I had, no one was paying attention. The only reason they'll be suspicious is when you point it out like that. Just... just try not to look for it all the time, I promise I'll be careful."

Arthur nods, embarrassed and wanting to say more but he leaves it there for now as Merlin turns to go back.