#i arm hapy with how dis turned out

[spacerelativity]

me n the milf i bagged

[pathetic-gamer]

And with that, the Three Houses era comes to a close <3

WOOOOOO WE DID IT! this means I have officially done every route on maddening mode

That hour count is all the runs (including the five previous runs) stacked except for Verdant Wind, which was my gold screen run. That's a combined 817:21, plus the ~20 hours from two CS runs, meaning I have around 830 saved hours.

"But pg," you may be thinking, "I saw on ur switch profile that you've played the game for +1050 hours!"

read my URL back slowly and then let me know if you're still confused by 220 hours of lost battles

But anyway,

Overall MVP: Lysithea, with a whopping 17 mvp cards! Next runner-up was Edelgard, with 5 lmao

Surprisingly good underdog: Jeritza as a bow knight!

Final classes:

I forgot to actually screenshot the roster during the final battle, so here's the team breakdown:

Byleth - falcon knight, but brawling so never actually on wings, that was just for mobility on the last map; chalice

Edelgard - wyvern lord; evasion ring

Hubert - dark knight; caduceus staff

Lysithea - dark flier, but swords (usually would have been a mortal savant, this change was for mobility reasons as well); fetters of dromi; wyvern rider!Hanneman adjutant

Jeritza - bow knight; evasion ring

Hapi - gremory (also sometimes dark flier or valkyrie, depending on the map); thyrsus; bishop!Linhardt adjutant

Final pairs:

Byleth/Edelgard

Hapi/Linhardt

Lysithea & Hanneman

Hubert single

Jeritza/the thrill of battle

my babies were big ol' overachievers this run, and I love them for it. Only Lys managed to actually max out a stat (HP), but it's still very funny to me to see her master 16 different classes (i think Hapi mastered 11?). I mean, look at this and tell me it's not kinda funny.

I only *nearly* succeeded in my goal of killing every named enemy, because I ultimately spared Seteth and Flayn. I had every intention of killing them, but Flayn's voice line when I killed Seteth fully broke my heart so I went back and ended up divine pulsing like four turns back so I could set it up to spare him instead lmao

That was also related to the fact that I'm deeply unsatisfied with how the game addressed the fundamental cognitive dissonance of the reincarnation of the goddess siding with the same people who desecrated her grave, stole her bones, and slaughtered her entire family.

So anyway, spare as many nabateans as possible, etc., you know the drill.

I gotta say, though, those last two battles were DEVASTATING.

Arianrhod was hard enough, but I actually sobbed when Dimitri died. I managed to get the special scene where he dies in Dedue's arms and like. FUCK. I can't handle it, it's so heartbreaking!!!!! And then we get to Fhirdiad and God just look at the state of things! Ashe crying out that we've already taken everything from them, all they have left is their lives and we're about to take those, too. "I tried to do the right thing, Lonato-" GOD MAKE IT STOP. and then THIS:

My precious, sweetest, babiest girl. I'm so sorry for killing your boyfriend, making your best friend's little brother kill her, and then forcing you to watch your father and your other best friend die while the last vestiges of your homeland burned before your very eyes.

I don't know. I know I did this on purpose trying to make it an emotionally impactful experience or whatever but I didn't expect to be ugly crying at 2am about it. It worked too well. I won, but at what cost?????

(Worth noting I had no qualms about hunting Claude for sport, so this is purely my love for the lions coming to the surface yet again.)

okay moving on

Overall, it was a fun little challenge! The anti-magic armor was indeed a nightmare to deal with, but we figured out a system and it went fine :) *5 hours of war flashbacks play behind my haunted eyes*

Generally speaking, it was mostly just about finding the right combination of skills and classes for each battle. That was one really nice thing about having a limited team - I could give them time and attention and resources to get them to learn a wider array of things so most had multiple build options! Outliers were Hubert and Hapi who really only excelled as player-phase magic nukes.

not sure what else to say about it, really! I still think Byleth should have died at the end.

now that I've played them all on maddening, here are the routes ranked by difficulty:

Silver Snow

Crimson Flower

Verdant Wind

Azure Moon

and the routes ranked on how much I like them:

Silver Snow

Azure Moon

Crimson Flower

Verdant Wind

final parting words:

fire emblem: engage, watch your back. I'm coming for you next, baby

(looks like I won't get around to that RSoS run, after all, but who knows! maybe I'll hate engage and come right back to fe3h lol)

as one final parting gift, here's a picture of Hapi on a horse with a magic axe

oops doing another fe3h run :)

Crimson Flower, Maddening/Classic, TWSITD Victims Only

That's right, only using victims of TWSITD's twisted machinations ��

Eligible units:

Edelgard

Hubert

Lysithea

Hapi

Jeritza(???) This one isn't set in stone yet, but I figure being able to use dark magic is unique to people affiliated w TWSITD and therefore that makes him eligible

Haven't thought much about classes yet, so we'll see where we go with that. Might do falcon knight Edelgard, just to spice things up a little! Lysithea gets to be a dark flier this time, and Hapi might as well bc I think it would be fun to have the girlies on pegasi and the boys on horses lol

Anyway, the biggest issue with this plan is all the anti-magic armor golems in part two. Gotta make sure Edelgard isn't the only one capable to crushing things

This will be my first time doing CF on maddening! I've only played it on hard before, so I'm hoping for a real challenge here. (After this I'll do the RSoS run I've been talking about.)

[harmonie-the-fallen-one]

Kiana meet Iris

So i know it’s not canon that kiana and mei have a kid but... F U okay ? it’s a what if kiana and mei got a kid so pleae enjoy also if someone have any idee to give a gift for someone’s birthday i’m here (i suck at making gift please help)

Kiana was nack but let’s say the coming back could have been nicer she litteraly got yeeted back to earths as she stand up she noticed a primerys school “fuck” kids and parent stare at her a white haired kid walk forward not even fazed and walk around her observing the scar and open wound for crashing next to a car and making a little hole on tthe ground “multiple open wound...” the little girl stand now in front of kiana staring at her

she smile at the woman before grabing her hand and running away kiana didn’t have much force so she let herelf getting drag away, they stop at a shop the kids made her sit down and run inside she told a few words to the cashier who nod and give her a box she came back outside and take bandage, and some bottle out kiana stare at the little girl preparing compress and the bandages to wrap around her torso, arms and legs ‘i kinda feel bad man...maybe i should apologize and take her home after that’ she smile softly to thelittle girl and didn’t flinch when she felt the cold she could still hear the panic people from the nearby school “hum...you know i kinda cause trouble over there...” the little girl look up with a smile and shake her head “it’s not your fault you just fall from the sky from who know how hight !” kiana gulp and look away ‘if it wasn’t for my void power i would have certainly died in a terrible way...” she sigh and ruffle the little girl’s hair 

said girl look up at her “still i need to pay you back...what do you want ?” the little girl look sad for a moment “just someone to keep me company at home t’ill mom come back” kiana smile ‘i can do that it’s almost given’ kiana stand ignoringnthe burning sensation from her wounds and help the girl up “sure can you tell littl old me your name?” the little girl look like she was sparkling and nod her smile show one of hapiness and innocence justlike HERS kiana wince at some memory “my name’s Iris ! and you miss who fall down from the sky ?” kiana laugh dryly and nod she kneel like a knight in front of the girl “my name is kiana i’m a valkyria that was faaaaar away on mission” she put one of her hand on her chest and extend the other toward the girl ‘i don’t remeber how long it’s been tho’ she heard a gasp iris had stars in her eyes the little girl seemed hesitant staring at kiana it didn’t take long for her to guess “want a piggybag ride ?” iris smile brightly at her and kiana wait for her once iris was on her bag she secure the girl and wait for instrucion on where she lived kiana kick the close box up and reception it with her hand “oh ! i almost forgot my bag inside and to give the medic box back “iris jump down taking the box and run inside

 she run back outside with a bag on her back kiana kneel down once again and stand up securing her once again iris start to give direction has kiana didn’t run at her normal speed (she’s afraid iris fall down because of it) and both stop to see monster “mom told me to run back home but...” kiana noticed iris pointing to a white and light purple house kiana look around raround rapidly “iris hang on tight i’m gonna get you home” iris nod and cling to kiana for dear life as kiana run at full speed summoning lance whom she threw at eh beasts either killing them or immobilizing them she slow down to a slow run like earlier and noticed iris panting ‘you scare her kiana what an idiot’ kiana stop in front of the house and let irirs down shom was clinging to her arm “i’m gonna deal with them you can watch but stay silent and remain put okay?” iris nod and kiana stand she turn arround summoning her claymore and vanish to reappaer in front of one she slice it in too more beast rush and launch on her as kiana simply step back dodging them easly she decapite one and stab the other she noticed others running at her from every corner she smirk and sigh little flame going out in a matter of second when all where in a position unable to dodge kiana ignite everything killing all and hatming no builfing or people she turn around and run to iris who once again had stars in her eyes before hugging kiana “that was so cool !” as both went inside they heard hurried footstep behind them both frozed and kiana stand straight ready to attack anyone “kiana...?” she turn around along with iris who ran to mei screaming “mom ! you should have seen her she was soooo cool she was like shlang and then sling and then boom fire that killed them all !” iris look up to her mothers face to worry “mom..why are you crying ?” kiana walk closer and smile she took mei’s hand where she saw a ring she kiss it gently “mei-senpai...i’m home” mei put iris behind her before hugging her “i knew it i knew you would come back my love !” kiana smile and pick her up twirling her around laughing “who’s the dad of your kid tho ?” mei only smile and kiss kiana before pulling away “you kiana, i wanted to tell you i was pregnant before you leave but...” kiana stare at her wide eyes and put her down stil holding her “i’m...i...i’m the dad of...” kiana faint 

after that daythere was a lot of explanation of it as now mei had her lover back home and someone to help with iris and around the house right now all three of them were sleeping together in mei and kiana’s bed (mostly mei and iris on top of kiana ‘cause she’s extremly warm)

THE END

[firemblem-fics]

every monastery student as out of context quotes i have from my friends

a/n | sorry i just can't write normally today i'm trying doe i'm doing this for inspo

also uh this is really just me showing y'all my funny quotes and i can just imagine this character with this quote kinda thing pls don't take it seriously

black eagles

edelgard: "i don't have time for body shots, [name], im a LESBIAN"

hubert: "why are you crying" "[edelgard] says she hates me"

bernadetta: "either i'm sweating or i peed myself" "you can't tell?" "i don't know man i'm trippin ASS"

linhardt: "bitch shut up!! no one is asleepin' "

caspar: "you wanna hear good music? listen to madonna. a classy bitch."

dorothea: "my tits enter the room before i do"

petra: "he's a big bear." "who's a big bitch?"

ferdinand: "women don't need rights because i fuck men"

blue lions

dimitri: "my clothes are baggy and layered to hide my horse dick"

annette: "ugh is he really still alive? in this economy?"

mercedes: "that's geraldine. i hated her. she's dead now."

felix: "i might be gay but these hands bisexual baby i'll fight anybody"

sylvain: "i take the morning after pill like it's a vitamin"

sylvain pt 2: "why are you here? the brothel's down the road."

ashe: "his dad adopted him from the clearance section" 

dedue: "im a giant. fe fi fo FUCK"

ingrid: "i had a filet mignon" "i don't eat fish."

golden deer

claude: "you never tell us how you feel." "... when's the last time you really looked at your butthole"

hilda: "FUCK HER imma put her in a nursing home and i hope nobody adopt her"

ignatz: "im simply THROBBING with knowledge."

raphael: "he's muscular but you can still tell that's not the arm he beats his schmeat with"

lorenz: "ah, children screaming. doesn't that make you happy?"

lysithea: "you think i'm a 12 year old virgin? WRONG, im a 16 year old virgin"

leonie: "im gonna date every man you like. even your dad. how are you gonna feel when i'm your new mom, huh?"

ashen wolves

yuri: "what goblin are you talking to?" "YOU MOTHERFUCKER"

balthus: "i don't know what the FUCK goin on here but my pp itches"

hapi: "you think you're the shit? wrong, you're just regular shit."

constance: "it's so weird to be outside. im in the sun, soakin up them HD rays"

others

male byleth: "you get detention for saying the f word" "bruh what the fuck"

female byleth: "we usually make fun of her but her dad just died so we can't right now"

rhea: "this isn't a democracy, fuck face."

shamir: "i'll just use my lunch money to buy a bottle of vodka instead"

catherine: "im the reason the block party turns into a glock party"

hanneman: "hey hey HEY don't touch your grandma like that"

flayn: "what grade are you in?" "i-i don't know"'

seteth: "only god makes mistakes"

manuela: "im a doctor. first name brief, last name case. dr briefcase"

jeritza: "i have no time to be snorting cocaine off of someone's dick."

i will tell y'all that 70% of these have come form my mouth if u wanna judge my character on that alone

[frozenartscapes]

Birds of a Feather

@patricia-von-arundel I dusted off an old WIP from the Power Moms AU. Ever since you introduced a cranky, one-eyed cat with a soft spot for Millie, I was thinking about other possibilities.

---

“Mama! Mama!”

“I’m here, little Love! Is everything alright?”

Upon hearing Millie’s frantic cries, Edelgard dropped everything and went running to the source. Millie had barely made it past the entrance of the palace before breaking into the desperate search for her Mama, and thankfully Edelgard had been nearby. 

The Emperor of Fodlan bowed to no one, yet in that moment she was on her knees in an instant - the moment she had closed the space between her and her daughter. She reached for her baby, beginning a thorough inspection to ensure Millie wasn’t hurt. It was hard to tell, because Millie was still blubbering and crying as if she was, but there were no obvious signs of trauma.

“It’s...it’s not me, Mama!” Millie managed to stammer out, rubbing away some tears and snot from her face with an arm, “Come! She needs you!”

“Who does? Millie?” Edelgard demanded, “What’s wrong? Is your Mom alright? Where is she?”

“Mom’s out this way. She didn’t want to leave her. Come on, Mama! We need you!” Millie grabbed Edelgard’s hand and before any protest could be made, the little girl was dragging the Emperor out of the palace and into the expansive, impressive gardens surrounding it.

Millie dragged her pretty far. Well past the manicured hedges and shrubs, past the roses bushes and flower beds, past the fountains and the large ornamental pond. They even went well beyond the little cottage set deep on the estate as a private getaway for the royal family without actually having to leave the capital.

Millie led her into the wooded part of the garden, a part that was far wilder and more natural than the rest. Trees grew untrimmed and unmaintained, bushes and vines spread along the forest floor, a few well-worn paths snaked through the undergrowth, but otherwise, it was completely untouched.

“This way! They’re just over here!”

“Millie, Sweetheart, are you going to tell me what it is that’s gotten you so-” Edelgard stopped mid-sentence, upon arriving in a clearing and spotting Byleth standing near the far edge, looking very torn up about something. “...Worked up...”

“El,” Byleth greeted as they met up. Her voice was uncharacteristically heavy, even comparing it to her voice before gaining a heartbeat. “We...we found something.”

Edelgard swallowed hard. Her stomach dropped as she thought of all the possible discoveries Byleth could have made that would warrant such a reaction from her. She made her way over carefully, and as she drew near her eyes landed on the horrific sight.

Two golden-crowned eagles, the national birds of Adrestia, shot dead by blackened arrows. They had clearly been mates, given how the normally solitary birds had died so close to each other. But what made it worse was the scattered remains of their once grand nest all over the ground. Sticks and twigs and grass lay strewn about, and amidst the carnage, were the remains of the eaglets.

Edelgard gasped in horror, hand shooting up to her mouth. She took a shaky step back out of panic. Thankfully Byleth was there to steady her.

“We found this on our way back from fishing,” Byleth told her wearily, nodding to the fishing poles laying nearby, “I think it...”

The idea hung in the air, heavy and foreboding. Golden-crowned eagles were rare birds, and were one of the few protected by no-hunting laws in Adrestia. They also held such an image of pride that no Adrestian would ever think to kill one. Given that they were the symbol of Adrestia, and the Emperor herself, this brutal massacre could only mean something sinister.

Edelgard’s mind immediately went to the current leading threat to her Empire. “Thales,” she growled, “Leave it to him to send a message...”

“You think it was him?” Byleth asked worriedly, “Why bother killing a family of birds when he could just...”

“He couldn’t ‘just’,” Edelgard stated, her voice low and firm, “He knows if he even gets close to my family I’ll-”

“Mama!” Millie came running up to her side. She had split away when they arrived at the clearing, and Edelgard had been so preoccupied with Byleth she failed to see where her little one had gone. But now Millie reappeared, cradling something close to her chest. “Mama, she needs you!”

Edelgard frowned, and she cast a quick glance at Byleth. Byleth winced slightly, before giving a small, confirming nod. Edelgard knelt down to meet her daughter, and Millie carefully revealed what she had in her arms.

It was just a little scrap of a thing, fluffy feathers slicked and ruffled by blood and dirt, wings crooked, legs broken, beak chipped, clinging barely to life...

At first she thought it was dead.

“She needs you, Mama,” Millie told her desperately, holding the baby eagle out to her Mama with tears in her eyes, “You can fix her.”

“I...” Edelgard had already had this experience with a grumpy little kitten. But that kitten, despite its torn ear and blinded eye, had been in much better shape.

Millie pushed the eaglet into her hands, carefully. It was so small, so broken. Edelgard swallowed hard, watching the poor creature struggle even to breathe. “I can try, my little Love, but...” she said hesitantly, looking to Byleth for help. Byleth merely shrugged, also at a complete loss.

“I know you can save her, Mama - just like you saved me,” Millie said with a sniffle.

Millie sure knew how to tug on her heartstrings. Ever so gently, she repositioned the tiny eagle in her hands to make sure it would be more comfortable. She wasn’t the best healer in the world, but she still called for a healing spell, if anything to help with whatever pain it might be in. She turned to Byleth, and said softly, “When we get back, can you call for Marianne, and perhaps Hapi? They’ll know more about this sort of thing than I will.”

Byleth nodded. “Of course, El,” she replied. She then frowned, gaze falling to the horrors on the ground before them. “And...what about...”

Edelgard drew a deep breath. “We’ll bury them in the morning,” she promised, “Whoever did this will pay, I’ll make sure of it. But right now...” She glanced down at the weak little eagle in her hands. “Right now the living need more attention than the dead.”

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No one had good news at first. An Imperial falconer had told them the eaglet would be lucky to live more than a few weeks. A veterinarian told them it might live for longer, but it would never fly again, or be able to hunt.

Marianne had tried to be the most optimistic, if anything for Millie’s sake, but even she didn’t have high hopes that the poor creature would have either a long, or pain-free life. Hapi was perhaps a little more blunt, but had a similar diagnosis.

Five weeks after finding her, she was already gaining her flight feathers. And was ready to use them.

At this point, Edelgard had grown completely accustomed to the fledgling scampering across her desk and attempting to hop to her shoulder as she worked. She barely flinched anymore as the little eagle clambered over her, got herself into a good position, then attempted to glide down to the floor. She was shaky, but improving with each try.

“Are you certain you don’t wish for me to fetch the falconer, your Majesty?” Hubert had asked her once, when the eaglet was still mostly a ball of soft fluff and refused to leave the safety of her shoulder.

“No, it’s alright,” Edelgard sighed in defeat, “She’s thoroughly imprinted on me, and I’d rather not distress her.” She reached a hand up to gently stop the eaglet from preening her hair. That had become a favoured sign of affection from the little raptor.

She felt that same action again. The eagle had grown significantly, though nowhere near its full size. But still, when she decided to preen the Emperor she saw as her Mama, she no longer merely messed a few strands but rather threatened to ruin her entire hairdo. She had to stop wearing her horns as a result.

“Ellie!” Millie’s joyful cry thankfully captured the eagle’s attention, and without hesitation, she rather ungracefully flew toward the little girl.

“You’re getting so good at that, Ellie!” Millie praised, stroking Ellie’s feathers. Ellie seemed to melt at the touch.

“She certainly has had plenty of practice,” Edelgard stated, glancing up to spot Byleth entering the room behind Millie.

“Come on, Ellie! Aunt Mari says it might be good for you to try flying where there’s more space, so let’s go out to the gardens!” Millie and the eagle were off like a shot, both excitedly heading toward the back doors.

Byleth smiled as she watched them go. She then turned to her wife, who seemed torn about getting up to go follow. “Need a break, El?” she asked, knowing all the Emperor needed was an invitation.

“I think I can allow a small one,” Edelgard said with a sigh, pretending as if she still wanted to do paperwork for appearance only. Just in case Hubert was around.

Byleth held out one arm, and Edelgard slipped her own through the loop. The pair walked out together, following after their daughter at a leisurely pace. They found Millie out in one of the grassy lawns - the one with a single statue of Emperor Wilhelm standing proudly in the middle of it, one arm extended as he points to the future. Ellie the Eagle was perched on said arm, pacing up and down the length of it as she worked up the courage to fly to Millie.

Edelgard couldn’t hide the surge of pride as she watched the little eagle soar across the lawn. She wasn’t perfect, not yet. But one day she will be strong and fearless.

“Good work, Ellie!” Millie praised as the eagle landed on her arm.

“I’m still not so sure about that name,” Edelgard said to Byleth, who could not to contain her wide grin, “It seems a little...on the nose.”

“And ‘Dimitri’ for a one-eyed, lion-looking cat isn’t?” Byleth asked with a smirk.

Edelgard shrugged in response.

“I think it’s perfect,” Byleth continued, “A little Eagle, the only survivor of the brutal massacre of her family, who now is growing and healing and ready to soar to new and wondrous heights despite all that pain and trauma? If anything, ‘Ellie’ might be too vague.”

Edelgard sighed, though her soft smile gave away her true feelings. “‘Ellie’ is the eagle’s nickname, and you know that.”

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AN: I’m back with another Power Moms story! I always wanted to write something where El rescues a baby eagle, because symbolism!

Also I’ve had this idea for a while now where the gardens of Enbarr’s Imperial Palace closely resemble the gardens at the Palace of Versailles, so I snuck in a bit of that here, too. I like to think that eventually, Edelgard opens up the palace and gardens to the public to allow everyone to enjoy the space.

[thebardish]

Maelstrom

Multiple industrial domes connected into a vast array of lights that shine brightly against the black water. There lies a large skeleton, with a gaping maw positioned just above the biggest of the domes. This dome has a web of reinforced struts, and two large circular fans pumping in oxygen rich water, and pumping out the depleted water. This is Dome 6, the deepest, most secure, and most expensive of all the Atlantis Domes. This is where you are needed now.

The Interlude:

The party spends some time reeling from their adventure through the forest. They rest up and give their artifacts to HIM, who responds by giving them what they ask. Cal asks for a shield, Thara wants to upgrade her fire poker, and Jovis wants his cloak upgraded. Thara and Cal also go their own ways and find professors to learn more. Cal takes a few music classes from a Kenku named Taka, whereas Thara asks an Earth Genasi named Roshan to look into the visions about her parents. They each get a message from Jovis inviting them all to dinner, and they all accept. After dinner they each get another message, this one an invitation to a gala in Atlantis. This gala is to recognize them as guests of honor because of what they did to save Eden from perdition and certain death. 

The night before the gala they each have a vision. The visuals of which are all the same, the color has been stripped from Samuel's body, and when the council speaks his voice is also missing. Their collective voice says “Change is coming to a once perfect Academy, Change is on the horizon, and Change to a perfect world only brings suffering.” and then each person hears something different. Jovis hears a deep masculine voice saying to him; “Jovis, do you want your mothers to leave you? Do you want them to go back and find their old lives and leave each other? What would happen to you? You’d be left alone. Join me and I can make sure your mothers never leave this place, and you’ll be with them forever. All you have to do is listen to me. When the time is right I need you to prove your allegiance to me, and to your family. There will be a time, and you’ll know it by the glint in his eyes. You need to kill him where he stands, right then and there.” Cal hears the voice of Costasiella, and she whispers into his ear “Something is wrong, you can feel it. Something about the map was off wasn’t it? I’ve had this map for longer than I’d like to admit, but without all three I couldn’t see the whole picture. Samuel trusted me with this and I’m not sure why.” Thara hears her parent, “My dearest Thara, my powers are slowly growing as you break down the walls. I can now speak to you in the little brother of death, sleep. Please be careful, not everyone wishes you safety, and even if they say they do, they may not mean it.”

The Storm:

The party meets HIM in the GREG along with a rough-looking Goliath man who introduces himself as Wicker. Thara and Cal have seen him around the lighthouse, but haven’t had much interaction other than knowing he means well. Jovis is quite startled by this man, but follows him anyway. They are taken to the lighthouse that overlooks the lake, right next to the pier. Wicker pulls a string from the side of the lighthouse and from the depths a small boat bounces to the surface. They climb aboard and take up their arms at the guns. Wicker is the captain and the three party members are gunners. Each gun looks like a harpoon gun but they shoot concentrated light beams which stun the wildlife instead of killing them. Wicker drives the boat out to the middle of the lake and immediately turns the wheel all the way to create this whirlpool that sends them straight down. The first level they encounter a group of Merfolk who shoot light beams, and they disband them quite easily. Their next problem is when the boat gets tangled in some seaweed so Wicker pushes a bright red button and extends each gunner station. Now the ones on each side are out about fifty feet and the one on the bow shoots upwards twenty-five feet. Now the gunners can shoot the strands of seaweed and have a better mobility. They come to a group of sharks that Cal speaks to and they turn around, but not before one lunges and Thara pokes his eye out. Their last problem comes in the form of a group of Koa-Toa pirates. Cal and Thara fight them and Jovis shoots them from his perch. 

The Gala:

The boat comes to a stop right outside Dome 6. Inside is set up for the party. They meet a Leonin named Thomas. He takes the party to a series of dressing rooms where they change into their gala outfits. In the dressing rooms there are boxes to store their weapons and other clothes. Thomas flirts around with Wicker. They all come out of the dressing rooms wearing their gala outfits and without their normal weapons. Cal wears a suit with dark green pants and vest, a light green shirt, dark purple overcoat with a gold tie with the emblem of his monarchy. Thara chose a long flowy dress with gold cuffs and accents. Jovis has light purple pants and shirt and a sage green vest with a gold bow-tie. They dance around and meet all the people of importance. Thomas points them in the direction of the one in charge of all of this, an androgynous person by the name of Hapi. They tell the party how thankful they are for how the party saved Eden. Jovis and them dance a couple of times and Jovis uses this time to ask Hapi about the voices in his head. Hapi gives some information about Hathor and tells Jovis that Hathor is in fact a god in his head. Cal sees someone he knows on the dance floor to find Shelby, who was invited here because of her family of detectives, and she bumps into a dark blue Triton named Keros. Cal and Keros hit it off and promise to meet up after a bit to talk more. Thara makes her way to the bar, where Tomas hands her a drink, and tells Wilfred, a drunk satyr, that he has to find better things to do at these parties than just drink. Thara and Jovis go and request a song from DJ Zesty Beats.

The Murder:

The power gets cut to the dome and when they turn back on Keros is dead in the middle of the dance floor and both fans have stopped working. There’s a note with a riddle on it, and as they are solving it they decide to reanimate Keros to ask him a few questions. The riddle was “My full powers come when my maker is dead; I await a heavy hat to put on my head, what am I?” and when someone finally said the answer, which was Heir, another note appeared on the back. “There's such a thing as a false royal. Someone who wishes to muck up what was already set in motion. - For every hour the fake breathes, an innocent of the same race will perish until he is the only one left. Then they shall meet the same fate. Find me if you can, for I am in this very room, all you need to do is look.” The party spends some time separating the party goers, and they eventually look around the dressing room to bring a drunk Wilfred out, but not before another Triton goes down. Also in the dressing room is a staircase going up to the fan room, where Cal finds a tied up figure and he’s able to see a ceramic trident wedged between two of the fan blades. Jovis stays in the room and unwraps an almost naked DJ Zesty Beats. A third Triton dies and at that point the party confronts the DJ Zesty Beats downstairs.

At that point the lights go out once more and WIlfred stands up and reveals himself to be the killer. DJ Zesty Beats was a Charmed Thomas, and the Tomas that the party met was a disguised Prince Zelzes. Zelzes throws down a bright blue trident with a purple bag tied to the end, and tells WIlfred “I don’t care about the item, I just want Cal. If he comes with me, we can leave and you can do whatever you want.” At this point Jovis follows the directions from the voice in his head and kills Prince Zelzes where he stands, burning a hole straight through his chest. Wilfred takes this opportunity to Mage Hand the bag and flee. Hapi sees this happen and pulls a robe identical to the one Wicker pulled and from below the dome a smaller boat appears. Before they jump into it, they grab Jovis’ arm and they look directly at Hathor, and tell her to tell Jovis why she chose him. Cal drives, Thara mans the sails, and Jovis is the gunner. 

The Chase:

The party hops into the boat and chases after WIlfred, at the same time the giant skeleton begins to churn and lifts itself up and out of the dirt, its eyes now a bright white. It follows both of the boats through sharp spikes as well as swarms of jellyfish. Wilfred eventually leaves his boat and Cal catches him and throws him into a corner. Jovis opens the bag and lets out four glowing white orbs that manifest into four Tritons. Keros and the other two, as well as Prince Zelzes. The three Tritons bow and their spirits dissipate, but Zelzes stays, and he tells Cal, “My rage was my entire life, and it changed me so. You have freed me from a life under our fathers rule, and for that I am grateful.” Cal looks to him and tells him a traditional Triton death saying, “May you rest among the waves.” to which Zelzes replies, “After every storm there is a calm sea. Be wary my brother, for I know your quest and you will need help. You will find some by the name of Pip in the place where the sun doesn’t set. That is all.” And he too fades off into nothingness. At this point the boat is nearing the surface and they breach and catch some serious air, before slamming back down and the skeleton beaching itself and as its eyes fade, the vision starts. Same as the moss, the party finds themselves surrounded by a bubble of water, and swimming around them are two figures. A small Grung figure and a humanoid one. They are swimming side-by-side and laughing, very obviously close friends. The Grung places a small bag on a pedestal within the ribcage of the giant skeleton, and then the water splashes down around them, Cal ties up Wilfred, and they dock near Wicker’s house. He looks disgruntled, and immediately goes to call Thomas, and ushers them and just tells them to go to Cantaloupe, he will know what to do.

[mommymooze]

Bob

Bob-Original Character. 

Warning: Crack (yes, I found crack!) vulgar, violent, bad humor, toasty cinnamonrolls Hubert abuse

Part 1

He confidently strides around the grounds of the Monastery like he owns the place. Noone dares to tell him he doesn’t.  He’s always been curious, his quest for knowledge knows no bounds. That Riegan kid? An amateur next to him. The poisons and potions that boy comes up with? He made those before he was 9. Riegan is always bragging about Lysithia. Youngest girl to graduate from the School of Sorcery, she is such a prodigy, bla, bla, bla. He had graduated before his 10th birthday. His graduating thesis rewrote the book on transmogrification.

He doesn’t care for Claude practically sticking his tongue in Professor Byleth’s ear at every turn. Okay, so the doof hasn’t quite done that, but he can see that the guy really ‘breathily’ speaks in her ear, so he may as well be. Bob is not jealous. Byleth doesn’t interest him. Not in that way. He knows she’s the best choice for Professor for the Blue Lions. Golden Deer are too chaotic and disorganized. The Black Eagles are practically run by the Agarthans, unfortunately those idiots can’t see it. Besides, its easier to ‘fit in’ with the people of his ‘land’.  He’s a noble, in the loosest sense of the word.

His fellow Blue Lions will follow Dimitri to hell and back. Little do they know that Dimitri already has one foot in hell. The guy is nuts. The things he talks about in his sleep, well, Bob’s seen people like that before.  They have endured some really heavy shit and trauma. Usually it’s a one-way trip. Dimitri’s hanging on by a thin frayed thread and only Dedue is keeping him grounded. Looks like Professor Byleth is picking up on it. Saving Dedue’s life was the best thing that ever happened to Dimitri.

Now Sylvain, he got a rotten deal handed to him. Don’t blame him for his coping mechanism of getting back at the girls that are after him for his goods and not him. A bit self-destructive, but he does kind of enjoy it, until it goes south. Step in Ingrid, to save him. She’s such a knight in shining armor, rescuing princess Sylvain every time. Felix, he needs a complete emotional enema. He’s been blocked up since his brother died. His father’s been blocked up since his wife died. Felix locked down all of his feelings and emotions only letting out anger and hatred. Any time he has a feeling related to kindness or love, he beats it out of himself by training to death. Ashe, there is a sweet young man. A cinnamon roll through and through. He’s been through tough times and better times. You just can’t let harm come to a freaking ray of sunshine like him. Annette is definitely in the cinnamon rolls covered in sunshine category as well, even though her conception sperm donor is a dick. Daddy Gustav, ugh, Duscur screwed him in the head too. ‘I failed as a knight. I couldn’t protect them.’ So you dump your family, stick your thumb in your ass and watch Dimitri fall apart? Really? Yeah he super sucks as a father type thing. Mercedes is a fun girl. She’s seen some shit, yet she is so motherly to all the Lions. She is not one to give up, even on her loser psycho brother.  

Bob is a model student. He watches the idiotic pranks that Sylvain pulls.  Fart jokes? That is third grade stuff. They have the big mock battle between the classes in a few weeks. Bob catches the redhead getting turned down by Felix when he invites his bff to town to check out some girls. Bob just happens to be near the door when Sylvain exits.

“Hey man, heard you may be heading to town. Need a wingman?” Bob offers.

“Only if you buy the first round.” Sylvain grins.

They head out the front gates to the town on the other side of the woods. Talking about their favorite types of girls, Sylvain is ready to hit up anything in a skirt by the time they hit the closest drinking establishment. Half an ale gone and the redhead has found a couple of prospective tarts ready to take a bite out of.  Bob takes a seat next to a young brunette cleric who shyly smiles as he sits. They chatter amicably, before the evening is over, he knows of her family, history, deity (not Sothis, gasp) how long she has done this, life’s dreams, battle experience, her strongest spells, affinities, favorite foods, shoe size and her birthday. Sylvain returns to the tavern a bit disheveled and a grin from ear to ear.  Bob bids his little friend good night. Once he is finished suffering through the heavily detailed victorious encounter that the handsome cavalier has just experienced, Bob changes direction of the conversation to the redhead himself.

“Dude, why do you act like such a fuckup? Felix hits it right on the nose every time and you just crumble. You are much smarter than you lead everyone to believe. You hold back on your magic. You can handle a lance like nobody’s business. If you practiced some, get your speed up, you’d be deadly. What’s the deal?” Bob doesn’t exactly hold back.

“Look,” Sylvain whines, “I know I’m a fuckup. My father has my life lined up for me. He’ll pick out who I marry, I’m stuck watching over the Gautier territory, making crestbabies to grow up and wield the Lance of Ruin. My brother was fucked over by my father for not having a crest. I had to go out and kill him. My own brother. My whole life is so messed up, why should I even try?”

Bob leans over and whispers into the redhead’s ear. “Man, the winds of change are coming. This whole godessdamned world is going to be flipped upside down. Just when you think it can’t get any worse it does. It’s gonna be a mess. Then one day, there’s going to be a light in that darkness, and the world is tilted again. All the slates are going to be wiped clean and I intend on being there to rewrite it all. I just want you to come along for the ride, dude.”

Sylvain looks at Bob like he’s got two heads. “How much did you have to drink while I was gone? That is some crazy heavy shit. Whatever it was, you gotta buy me some next time.” He laughs as they get back to the monastery gates.

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Bob quickly becomes bored with the highly censored library in the monastery and decides to find where the one is in Abyss. Besides, he hates the skinwalker librarian. The creep likes to hand out anti church of Seiros paraphernalia to anyone that would take one. Bob knew of Abyss long before he had ever arrived. He found out more information about Garreg Mach on the outside than on the inside. Once you go past the front gate, the church folks zip their lips shut. He sneaks around a few tunnels, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone nearby. Noting some footsteps slowly moving closer, he blends in with the walls. Two girls walk past, he’s just about to let them keep going, but he recognizes one of them.

“Hapi?” Bob softly gasps.

“Dipshit! Long time no see, jerk!” Hapi runs over and hugs him.

The taller blonde girl stands, waiting for a proper introduction.

“Oh, Coco, this is my friend, Dipshit. He helped get me out of the terrible place where, you know, those guys were.” Hapi says.

The noble woman offers her hand, “Constance Von Nuvelle.  I am temporarily living here, however I strive to restore House Nuvelle to its finest glory.

Bob takes her hand, kissing the back of it, “I am very honored to make your acquaintance. How fortunate to meet such a beautiful woman as yourself in such an interesting location.”

Constance Nuvelle giggles at his introduction. Bob is all OMG she is so CUTE.

Hapi gives him the stink-eye “Aaanyyway, we should prolly take you to meet Yuribird. He’s the boss around here. “

So they meander over to the class room and meet Yuri. Tall, beautiful, with an air of mystery for kicks, Yuri greets the newcomer. “Any friend of Hapi’s is welcome.”

Bob explains his presence. “I’m not here to get in your business. Just wanted to check out your library. If I find anything useful to you, I know where to go with it. Mostly I am interested in all the crap that is going on topside.”

Yuri walks with him to the place where Seteth’s banished books have been stored. Bob tears into it like a man starved. Feeding on everything he can get his hands on.

Yuri decides to be sociable for a moment. “Whatcha looking for friend?”

Bob “the usual. Nabatheans, Agarthans, saints, Nemesis, relics, bloodlines, histories that may be a little closer to the truth than what they have upstairs. “

Yuri nods. “Sure. Have at it.”

“I’ll let you know if I find anything about the Crest of Aubin or the rest of you guys.” Bob offhandedly remarks looking through a few books.

Yuri starts cleaning under his nails with a particularly sharp dagger. “Funny, no one mentioned Crests, much less if anyone has one.”

“I can smell ‘em.” Bob says indifferently. “One of their experiments gone haywire. Hapi and I did time together. Ask her, she’s where I got my crest.”

“Have fun.” Yuri quips before heading out, stashing his dagger.

Bob is devouring this library. Opens every single book on every single shelf. Divides them into piles. Church, Magic, research, Agarthans, useful, and crap.

Encyclopedia of Fodlan’s Insects. Insects is what the Agarthans call Nabatheans. Winged bugs that need squashing. It also describes items forbidden by the church. These of course are things the Agarthans have used for centuries. Telescopes, viewing lenses, metal printing presses, decent condoms. Bob laughs out loud at the section on autopsies. Wouldn’t want you poking around inside someone’s head or chest. May accidentally find a crest stone or worse rattling around in there. Bob finishes sorting the upper levels of the Shadow Library. He hands a few books to Yuri to peruse, telling him to hang on to them, Bob would like a close look when he is done. Bob shuffles off with armful after armful of books, taking them to a quiet little nook that Yuri has permitted for him. Not much bigger than a closet, but its enough room to keep the books secure. Just as he’s on his last trips, who should happen to arrive at the library but Hubert von Vestra.

“Hey Bro, what the fuck you doin’ down here?” Bob impolitely and arrogantly asks.

“You. Why don’t you crawl back under your rock.” Hubert curses.

“Surprised to see you standing up. Usually you’re on all fours licking her high and mightynesses boots.” Bob shakes his head, getting his black and white bangs out of his eyes.

“Lady Edelgard deserves all of my praise and loyalty for everything she has been through. House Vestra shall always be at her service.” Hubert stiffly replies.

“Yeah, how’s that working out for you. She hasn’t been through half the shit I’ve been through. She’s barely holding it together. What’s fucking hilarious is she’s relying on you to help her keep it together. You still haven’t gotten over killing father. You should’ve let me know. I’d’ve done it in a heartbeat. Can’t wait till I can slit my beautiful mother’s throat and listen to her gurgling as the life flows from her.”

“He denounced you. You are not a Vestra.” The Black Eagle spits out.

Bob puts his hands on his hips. “Gimme a break. You and I are cut from the same mold. Same greasy black hair, at least I take care of mine. Same strong chin, handsome cheek bones, body structure. Hell we have the same color eyes from father. Just because I’m your half bro doesn’t mean I’m not part of your family. We’re both drawn to black and dark magic. We wield spells far above our fellow students. Just think of the things we could do together. “

“No. You are crude, undignified, unprodigious, and disgusting inside as well as out.” Hubert spits.

“We’re twins! I’m just the better looking one. Just ask anyone. You stand around like a starving vulture ready to pounce on everyone. Always looming and leering. That creepy guy intimidation thing only gets you so far. You need to work on your charm.” Bob schmoozes, moving closer to his half brother.

“I’ve had enough of this.” Hubert gives a disgusted frown and warps away.

“I love dicking with him. Fucking dickwad.” Bob laughs a deep and frightening laugh that scares some female out in the hallway who screams and runs away.

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When Flayne goes missing, Bob becomes unhappy. She’s a sweet and innocent girl. Yeah, she’s got dragon blood and all that, but really she’s nice. Cinnamon roll nice. Too nice to be caught up in any Agarthan mess. And this kidnapping has Agarthan written all over it.

Bob shows up behind Hubert, smashing his face into a wall and nicking his half bro’s throat as he puts a dagger under his chin. “Tell her to call the Agarthan dogs back. Tell her how wrong it is to work with them. They are not your friends. The enemy of your enemy crap doesn’t work. They are only using you, not the other way around”

Hubert, bloody nosed from having it smashed into a wall mutters, “I will bring it up in our next conversation.”

“Yeah. Talk about it. All talk, no action.” Bob disappears through the wall. He materializes in the library behind Ashe.

“Ashe, take off your baseball cap.” The cool dark mage orders.

The grey haired cinnamon roll takes off his hat and sits very straight in the comfy chair in the library. He can feel the hand patting his head, then stroking his hair from the top of his head down to his neck.

“Good boy, you are a good boy Ashe.” Bob begins his mantra, praising and patting.

“Yes. I am a good boy.” Ashe repeats, closing his eyes.

Thirty minutes later Ashe is happily asleep curled up in the chair and Bob no longer has steam coming out of his ears. Bob looks around the library. Where is that Thomas creep anyway? Bob goes to the upper levels where Thomas’ desk is located. Pinned to the bulletin board is a cartoon of Rhea tied to a stake while they light a huge fire under her. A poster in Medieval script saying “Dragons must Die!!!” A stack of love poems devoted to Catherine, his forbidden love.  And a large, oversized rubber stamp that says “DENIED”. But no sign of Thomas. Bob decides to pay the gatekeeper a visit. He floats down the three flights of stairs to the main level. Not only because it is cool if you can float, but he also won’t trip over one of Claude’s 17 pairs of roller-skates he leaves everywhere, especially on stairs.

“Greetings Bob, nothing to report.” The gatekeeper happily greets the black and white haired mage, cheerfully looking up into his piercing citrine eyes.

“Hey Keeps, you ever see the librarian head out of these gates?” Bob asks him in a deep, sultry voice.

“Oh yeah, I guess he left almost a week ago. I bet he’s going out to chase down some overdue books. Had a large empty sack on his shoulder.” Gatekeeper smiles ever so widely, a blush to his cheeks as he stares deeper into Bob’s eyes.

Caspar overhears the conversation, gasps, and runs straight to Linhardt’s room to save his best friend from being sentenced to death for his lack of library returns.

Bob returns to his room for the night to ponder the mysteries of the universe, Flayn’s location, why does Felix do that thing with his hair, and why does Dimitri find Alois’ jokes funny? They suck so bad. Is it the madness?

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Breakfast with the Blue Lions is enlightening. There are rumors of some sort of dude that dresses up like the grim reaper, complete with scythe that is creeping out the people in the village. Just one more thing to add to the list of the weird crap that is going on around this place. As he walks across the courtyard, some guy from the kitchen bumps into him.

“Hey, watch it, bud.” Bob giving the guy the eye.

Kitchen guy stops him. ”Have you seen Manuela?” he asks as blood is dripping down his arm.

Bob holds his hands out like he is holding two invisible watermelons to his chest, “Really big…?”

The guy nods.

Bob smirks, “Never heard of her. What were you doing?” Bob curiously asks.

“Peeling potatoes. Knife slipped.” Kitchen guy says, not looking so good. Bob knows to avoid potatoes for dinner.

“Head for the training grounds, healers are always hanging out there for practice opportunities.” Bob says before heading to the stable area.  Just as he walks past the Knights quarters, he hears a shriek in a perfect “C”. Probably Manuela. Just before he goes inside he stops a guy standing out front telling him to get the Blue Lions. You know, the group with the really tall hot blonde guy? Yeah, those Blue Lions.

The mage runs down the hall and finds a door partially open. He pushes it the rest of the way to find Manuela lying on the floor. She’s reaching out for something by the wall, as Bob gets closer he can smell them, Agarthans. He feels around and there’s a secret passage that opens wide to show a path down to the stink. The dark mage heads straight down the hole, lighting every torch on the way to guide the rest of his house. The Professor arrives at the bottom of the stairs to find all of the enemies in the immediate area are on fire. Bob is currently hurling fire spells through the gate at the enemies in the next room. “Die motherfuckers!! MUahahahahahahaha! Eat this!” Bob screams as he throws another fireball at one of the guys in the next room who tries to hide as far in a corner as possible, but still winds up having his robes catch fire and he screams in agony.

Byleth places her hand on Bob’s shoulder, whispering in his ear. “Calm down dude, you’re frightening the kids. Don’t scar our cinnamonrolls.”

Bob pulls a fist in front of his mouth. “Oopsie. Sorry. Was over excited. ::cough cough::”

The Blue Lions take over from here. Ashe unlocks the door as Felix and Sylvain rush in followed by Dedue and Ingrid. The professor heads to the left to unlock another gate.

Bob reaches over to pat Ashe on the head. “Good boy, you are such a good boy.”

Ashe smiles as his eyes glaze the slightest bit.

They move forward quickly wiping out the soldiers that are nearby. Felix and Sylvain take some warp tiles that send them to various places in the area where they can deactivate trap tiles. They all are joined together at the door in front of the death knight. Ashe opens the door. Bob’s already materialized in the room and hitting the big masked dude on the horsie with Dark Spikes T when the Flame Emperor shows up to send horsie boy off.

Flame Emperor “Go home Creepy McCreepface, you done good. I am the Flame Emperor. I will reforge the world.” And with that they both warp off.

Professor “We need to get these kids out of here.”

Bob, “I’ll grab Flayne, leave that other one, it smells bad.”  He tosses Flayne over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Bob carries her all the way to the infirmary. When putting her on a cot, he notices that her shirt sleeves were sliced open to her armpits and there are multiple holes in her arms where the evil bloodsuckers have taken her blood multiple times. He whispers to Manuela that the girl is a few quarts low, then he leaves.

Bob heads straight to Hubert’s room. His half brother isn’t there, so he waits for him to show up. So he’s not too bored, he goes into his brothers notes on spells and adds a few extra lines here and there to Sigils and changes ingredients on some poisons.

As soon as Hubert enters the door he is tripped then given a knee in the back while his dear half sibling repeatedly smashes his face into the floor.

“I told ::slam:: you not ::slam:: to work ::slam:: with them. ::slam slam:: Fucking idiot! ::slam slam slam::

Hubert’s nose is quite crooked and he can’t breathe correctly through it now. “I toad her, but she woodit lissen.”

Bob continues his rant. “Now we have a kid that suddenly appears from being gone last year. “ He definitely does airquotes on the word “suddenly”. “She’s one of them, I know it. Dump her. Dump the Agarthans. And wash your hair sometimes, ew.” Bob disappears through the floor, listening to Hubert call him a few names that weren’t in the book. Bob needs to write those down.

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It was time for the Battle of the Eagle and Lion and no Deerz allowed. Byleth has been working them pretty hard, advancing Bob as quickly as she can in magic certifications. He’s got reason down better than anyone in the group, so he’s been teaching them more advanced spellcasting. Byleth doesn’t say much but she catches on fast. If you can get Annette to shut up and concentrate, she does an amazing job. Mercedes doesn’t have her heart in it but manages to get a few reason spells down, Fire for sure, and Thunder is getting better. Felix is great with Thunder. Sylvain would be great with fire, but he screws around too much.

The horn signals for the battle to begin. Bob immediately heads for the back lines of the Black Eagles, materializing behind Linhardt, stabbing him with a blade covered with a powerful sleeping concoction. Lin would probably thank him. Bob heads over to behind Marianne in the Golden Deer. He whispers ���good night, sweetie” in her ear before he holds a cloth covered with the same powerful sleeping potion. Lying her carefully on the ground he hides out in the nearby bushes to find out where Lysithia has gone off to.

He watches Ferdinand and Sylvain get into it. Handsome redheads on horses stab at each other repeatedly with pointed sticks. Finally, Sylvain gets the upper hand, but not by much. Ferdinand is out and heads to the boundary lines. Sylvain heads back to Mercedes for a bit of patching up. Annette is working on whittling down Ignatz, blowing his arrows off course as she attacks with wind spells. The professor is taking out Raphael and Claude.  Bob decides to throw a mire at Hilda. She screams about her hair and how gross the magic muck feels all over her and gives up. Felix is giving Leonie a workout.  Sylvain is back and taking on Lorenz. Lorenz throws a decent Fire spell at Sylvain, causing the redhead’s horse to rear up, he still is able to stay on the steed and then counter Lorenz with a decent lance jab that knocks the grapeheaded guy off his horse.

The battle continues on. It is between the lions and eagles, the deer are out. Its very helpful at this point that the eagles have no healer except for Dorothea. Her magic is going to be defensive not attacking for the most part. Edelgard marches down the field heading for Dimitri and Dedue, followed by Hubert and Caspar. Bob lost track of Petra and Felix, not sure who won that match. Bob grabs a large wooden sword lying on the ground and materializes behind Hubert. Swinging the flat edge of the blade at full force at the back of Hubert’s head, Bob provides Hubert with the headache of the month.

“Blockhead.” Bob smirks as he watches the dark mage fall and Bob disappears into the ground just under the swing of Edelgard’s axe. Bob shows up in a copse of trees not far away watching the rest of the blue lions completely wipe out the black eagles.

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Bob is in Abyss, in the laboratory of the most creative and beautiful sorceress he has ever met.

“Darling, would you be so kind to join me for lunch today? I would be ever so honored and grateful if you would grace my humble presence with your enlightening company.” Bob croons.

“Ever the charming one, pumpkin. However I must decline as I have serious potions to concoct today and they simply cannot mix themselves.” Constance smiles ever so sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

“Ahh. I so adore your everworking and brilliant mind, however you do need nourishment for your delectable body. If I may, I will retrieve lunch from above and bring it back to provide you with the energy needed to complete your serious tasks. “ Bob dashingly offers, his hands on his hips, his hair waving in the breeze, a sparkle shows on his teeth with a ding.

“I suppose I must acquiesce to obtaining sustenance. Having your handsome face as accompaniment is also a great pleasure. Please do go, with haste and fetch our midday feast.” Coco wiggles her fingers, encouraging him to hurry.

“But of course my flower, my jewel. I shall return poste haste.” Bob says, holding his palm open for her to gently place her hand within it so that he may delicately kiss the back of her hand, and then lick it for good measure.

He then disappears through the floor, only a minute later to walk through the wall behind her.

“Every moment away tears at my heart, my sweet lady. I am overjoyed to have returned and bask in your beauty once again. Please join me.” The handsome dark mage waves a hand at the beautifully set table complete with two darling candelabras with Ashen Wolves colored candles, napkins and tablecloth.  

They sit on the same side of the table. Bob smiles and he feeds her bite after bite until she is satisfied. Next time he may even offer to chew if for her if she so desires. He takes a napkin and lightly dabs at the corner of her mouth.

“There my precious one.” Bob coos in her ear. “Have you been sated? Is there anything else that I may obtain for you? I would pull the stars from the sky if you would only ask for them.”

Constance smiles, a bit of green something stuck on her teeth, “Nah, I’m good. “

Bob helps her from her chair and walks her back to the laboratory table. “Ahh. Then, although it pains me to do so< I shall leave you to your work.” He says before snapping his fingers, clearing the table.  

Bob dips her, giving her a face sucking kiss until her skin on her cheeks is almost purple, as he stands her back up she is completely gasping for breath, trying to cool herself with her fan. She has a severe case of the vapors. He then rises into the air, disappearing through the ceiling.

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Remire Village. Nice place if you like living in Hell!!!! Whole place is aflame. Dimitri is acting like Frankenstein’s monster getting creeped out by the flames everywhere giving him flashbacks of Duscur. Felix is getting flashbacks of feral Dimitri. Sylvain is getting flashbacks of the girls he had dated here, they’re all monsters now and after him. Ingrid is having flashbacks of when she was camping and her marshmallows AND her hotdog fell into the campfire. Bob is busy covering the eyes of Annette and Ashe to keep them from as much of the horror as possible, the smell around him of burnt cinnamon is concerning. Somehow they save the villagers, Thomas’ skin is removed from Solon, a pasty white older than dirt uglier than sin guy. Professor B beats up the old guy pretty quick and pastyboy heads for the hills.

The Death Knight is there. Bob pulls the cinnamon rolls over and whispers in their ears.

“Hey kids, would you like to see your dear Uncle Bob get rid of the McKreepface guy on the horse? I’ll let you laugh at him while he burns, okay?”

Ashe and Annette nod their heads very quickly has Bob hands them each a bowl of popcorn and a box of milkduds for the show.

“Huzza-huzza-HOOM! You’re about to meet your DOOOOOOM!” Bob cackles as the magic of Dark Spikes T whips from his fingers and chomps on the body of the Death Knight like Godzilla eating buildings in Tokyo. The only thing left of the dude is a Dark Seal that Bob wraps in a pink bow and hands to Professor Byleth.

“Don’t you want this, Bob?” the Professor asks.

“Nope, mother got me one for my birth day. Figured you could use a spare.” The dark mage quips.

The Flame Emperor shows up. “Deathknight, you’re having too much fuuuuuuuuuck! What did you do to my pet?”

“Chomp chomp bitch.” Bob says making hand gestures like his fingers are teeth chomping towards her face.

Jeralt is angry. “So you’re the one that did this to my favorite village?”

“No, no, you got it all wrong.” The Flame Emperor backpedals. “Yeah, Solon works with me, but man I didn’t know he was going to pull this shit.”

“Come to the dark side!” Flameface pleads. “I will give you cookies…”

“We got Mercedes, your cookies suck compared to ours. Oh, and you suck too.” Says Byleth.

“Look, Solon and his buddies, they are powerful. Together, me, you, The Sword of the Creator. We can take them down.” Flame face

Bob pulls his right hand into his sleeve to make it look like it’s been cut off. “I’ll never rule the universe with you!”

Dedue runs up saying his Princeliness is missing. Bob grabs his two cinnamon rolls protectively.

“Don’t let Mr. CrazySpaghettihead scare you. Lets go get some icecream.” Bob says leading them to the monastery.

[kindaangelic]

Jason Todd, In Charge Chapter 1

Jason Todd was living his best life. 

He had imprisoned the man who had murdered his admittedly not-so-great-dad, but-still-dad, taken over the Iceberg lounge, transformed it, and was raking in the moolah. He was also the Red Hood, dispensing justice and living the dream. 

Now, with time on his hands, he wondered how to best annoy Bruce. 

Then, he knew. Tim.

Jason dialed his baby brother, and was gratified when it was picked up. “Hey, Tim-Tam.”

“Don’t call me that, only Kon can call me that,” Tim whined petulantly. Then, “What’s up?”

Jason smothered an insidious giggle. “I’m throwing a party at my new digs. Wanna bring the Waffle Beast and our sister along?”

“Bruce will be annoyed,” Tim mused. “Okay.”

Jason snickered. “Cool. But you don’t sound very hapy about raising Bruce’s blood pressure.”

Tim sighed. “It’s just...Dick, y’know? His amnesia is a real bummer. I’m working on a way to jog his memory, but he keeps beefing with Bruce, and Damian gets upset, which in turn results in him directing his upset towards me - pure, innocent Timmy.”

Jason, who knew there was nothing pure or innocent regarding Tim (thanks to Kon-El) sighed. In all honesty, not annoying Dick was bumming him out too. And as much as he pretended to dislike Dick’s hugs, he actually missed the warm comfort of his brother’s loving, waxed arms. 

“A thought occurs,” Jason said brightly. “I’ll invite Dick over too. He’s avoiding Bruce, not us. Bruce just reflects badly on all of us. That way, Damian can see Dick on his own time, and he can stop being such a brat.”

“Cool beans,” Tim agreed. “So, see you tonight?”

“See yuh,” Jason said, and turned the phone off. He turned to see his bodyguard, Suzie Su, staring at him, clearly unimpressed. “What? I’m being nice,” Jason insisted. 

“Uh huh,” she said. “Penguin died, by the way,” she said, pointing to the fish tank, and the hidden room that housed the Penguin. “He had a spite attack so strong that it overwhelmed him. I took the body out back and burned it.”

Jason high fived his friend. “Aw yiss, I love it when things work out.”

Suzie smiled maternally at Jason. “I’d be happier if you didn’t just set up a plan to bring your baby brother into a bar.”

“It’ll work out,” Jason said confidently. “After all, I’m in charge now.”

[icharchivist]

So your meta of Lavi is a masterpiece and it helped me put into words a lot of stuff. I kinda wanted to talk about Allen though, one thing you mentionned is that Allen is really positive/optimist and want to save everybody, and while some of his 'light' probably comes from Mana's mask because so far it seems Allen's idea of Mana was of a really kind and positive and cheerful person. I wonder how much of his optimism/positiveness and desire to strive for the best for everybody come from -part 1

part 2-himself ? And I suddenly remembered DGM reverse, and woah, most exorcists backstories so far are really horrible, but they all had normal-happy memories mixed in (that doesn’t make up for the horibleness of other stuff and I’m not downplaying their stories nor am I interested in comparing who had it worse), Lenalee had her family before most got killed by Akuma and she was ripped away from Komui to be psychologically tortured and abused by the black order and it quite obviously distressed

part 3- her, her life so war was happy until akuma and the B.O ruined it. I dunno for Lavi but most panels of him as a child are cheerful and cute af, and he became a bookman for his desire to know about history and know more than most people, then increasedly got sick of humanity and their wars and their stupidity. Kanda’s backstory is the stuff of nightmares and OW, but he had Alma with him from the beggining and his friendship/love/I don’t think he quite knew with Alma meant a lot for him

part 4- etc etc. Allen’s backstory in reverse ? Kinda the opposite. Red didn’t have anything happy, no happy memories, no people that loved him, nothing. He barely had shelter (one that didn’t quite block out the chilling cold), and had to work to the bone for and while he had food, it wasn’t something he took for granted, because if Cosimo or somebody else felt like it they’d say lies to the ringmaster that Red slacked off and the Ringmaster would get pissed at Red, ‘put him in his place’part 5 (I think it’s 5)-and make him starve that day as punishment. And he was under constant threat of violence from pretty much anybody. The best reaction/treatment he could hope for at the time was being ignored (and all his human rights with it), and had to face disgust/physical violence/insults/slurs from all others. Red kinda accepted that nobody’d ever love him (though he admitted he longued for love once he witnessed it), but that didn’t matter because he hated other people right back

part 6- and the first time he received warmth/got treated as a human was from Allen the dog, then from Mana himself (who Red thought the worst of at the beggining), then had fluffy and happy memories and moments during two years after his miserable and hellish life (people probably treated him normally once Mana got him a glove to cover his Innocence Arm). The thing that differentiate him from others is that most others experienced at least some warmth before getting disillusioned/cynical

avant-derniere part-most experienced some warmth before discovering that no, humanity/life suck (for Kanda it happened at the same time)(that’s even how the earl bait most into making Akuma, they experience happiness and love then get crushed when the source of hapiness gp away), but for Allen/Red ? He was utterly done with life and didn’t remember any instances of a good memory/life and didn’t even know what positivity felt like ? And then he got to experience that life doesn’t suck THAT much.

final part- then he got to experience that life doesn’t suck THAT MUCH. that’s why witnessing/enduring fucked up shit won’t faze him in his goal, fucked up shit was the norm before this weird magical thing called love came. (aside from his duty to atone to what he did to Mana) He didn’t get the transformation from hopeful to cynical. it was the other way around. He went back to save Tykki in the ark once the Noah problem was taken care of, because in Allen’s worldview, Allen himself and his -

the true final part- Allen himself and his friends doesn’t qualify as 'white/light’ in his worldview. Tykki is a sadistical homicidal bastard ? He does have human friends and people he care for anyway, so if he’s not a threat/able to kill exorcists anymore he might as well save him. And that’s why he didn’t judge Suman for being a traitor. Or maybe I’m just sprouting useless pretentious bullshit and am mistaken,sorry, idk, enlighten me.

Heyaaa!! first thank you so much for the compliment it means a lot to me ❤ but huge shout out to the anon who helped put it all in words like that.

Second, I think you’re completely spot on on everything you mention.

(Before jumping in the whole thing while i agree with all you say, i’ll just mention that one of the Guidebook, the Grey Arc one, mentions that Lavi joined the Bookmen at 6yo, and almost gets killed by a stray bullet when he was 7yo (the guidebook mentions he clang to Bookman’s hair when he was healing him, leading Bookman to say it’s Lavi’s fault they’re falling off now). So by all account despite this incident Lavi had a happy upbringing with Bookman, or well as much as the heartless Bookman training had to offer).

For Allen, yes, all you say is very true and it’s honestly super interesting to me? Allen’s life before Mana was hell. Hell, hadn’t Allen-the-dog died because he was beaten up anyway? The only happiness he had with that Dog was taken away by him likely by his abusers. Before Mana, he lived through hell. He was 7 when he met Mana and they were together only 3 years. That’s only 3 years of real happiness. And if anything we get from Cross’s memories chapter, is that it took Allen a long, long time to get over it (and while there’s camaradery between them, Cross’s teaching traumatized Allen to this day so. Poor guy went through a lot).

Mana seems to be the only window of time in which Allen was happy, and he doesn’t have anything else in his early memories that allow him to cling to that. tbh that’s also why the changes of names matter a lot with Allen. from “Red” because it was the color of his arm, something people insulted him for, it was either an insult he got too used to to correct since he didn’t have a name anyway, or seeing himself as nothing else than what made his monstruosity to others. To “Allen”, the name of the dog. Of the first being who showed him love and affection and who died unfairly. To then take on the “Walker” last name after he turned Mana as an Akuma, likely in a way to remind himself of him, to “Keep Walking” but also to remember everytime he hears his name of what he has done to Mana and his duty toward him. 

And you’re entierely right: Allen’s story was one of cynism and suffering who eventually ended up getting better thanks to Mana, and Mana’s loss and the guilt of turning him into an Akuma from Allen in the mindset of constantly trying to take it over his shoulders. 

It’s obviously not meant to disregard the others backstories, like you say- but it’s interesting bc even Kanda who had the most horrible early years in life had Alma, and Alma balanced out the horrors he had to go through, and he had him from the start. And the scientists were actually kind to the kids outsides of the experiments. (not excusing any of the shits they pulled the kids through- but it sure does contrasts with Allen’s past that had people abuse him for no reason).

Mana is the catalyst of Allen’s storyline in many ways: for being the first being who showed him kindness and changed his viewpoint of life, to then the grief of losing him shaping Allen’s future guilt that isolates him from others.

Had Allen not been able to create an Akuma for Mana, it’s to wonder how “selfless” he would have become. While I think that him wanting to smile, be cheerful, be kind, comes mainly for being raised by Mana- His selflessness, his self-sacrificing attitude, his way to distance himself emotionally from others all come from the fact he “betrayed Mana” by making him go through the Akuma making process. If Allen could have remained kind and sweet growing up, a lot of his worst habits may not have existed has the guilt from the Akuma not happened.

I think it would be the nuance of what Allen evolved into due to Mana’s raising him, and what Allen evolved into due to the grief of losing Mana and therefore forcing himself to wear his mask.

Had Mana not existed at all in Allen’s life, I don’t doubt he would have turned into a bitter person until someone showed love and care for him. Imo, Allen was someone who was starved for affection but was in an unsafe environment for it to happen, and he grew cynical. The only fact he cared this much about a dog being kind to him shows that he was already fundamentally a kind soul that was just unable to express himself and only bitterness remained. What Allen needed was someone kind to encourage this side of him. (and like you mention, Allen does agrees he longued for love, just didn’t know what it was beforehand)

I think Mana made Allen feel safe to be “gentle”.  He showed him how being kind and cheerful could help himself and others. Like a parent teaches his child to evolve in life in a way. Allen was only 7 after all, he was still young enough to learn, to be shaped by his experience.

“Mana’s mask”, that fake smile though, comes from Mana’s teaching pushed to the extreme after Allen’s guilt over Mana pushed him to push people away. 

So yes, you’re right: Allen’s journey was of cynism to cheerfulness. To determination to carry on. I think he had the potential to cheerfulness all along but just needed someone to push him in the right direction, and Mana was that push (but for that we need a little more “casual times between Mana and Allen between Allen’s 7 and 10 years old”). But the guilt and trauma of the Akuma!Mana incident pushed Allen to do this to the extreme, often at the detriment of his own feelings.

I believe his willingness to see the best for everyone comes from the Akuma!Mana incident as well. It is hard to believe that finding One Gentle Person after years of being abused would change Allen’s view this much. But i think seeing something like gentle and sweet Mana being turned into a weapon of Mass destruction, and then see this repeat itself with others people, knowing that Akuma were people just as desperate than he was, people who loved so hard, that they called onto a soul who hadn’t asked for it to be turned into weapon: would have Allen see that there must be something good into anyone. That if an Akuma, a weapon of mass destruction, could be just a suffering soul being chained into life because they were loved too much, then what about anyone else? 

I think understanding the Akuma the way Allen does have him reconsider the way he sees everyone else. That everyone has their chains that bind them to the world. That some of those Chains are heavy and can turn people into assholes to stand it, to stand this life they were chained into. But there’s still a soul behind the chains and Allen wants to believe in it. I believe it’s a way also to hold on to the last memories he has of Mana, to keep it as a positive figure in his mind, rather than an already twisted creature. And that’s why the humanity and salvation of the akuma is so important to Allen to start with.

By humanizing the Akuma to that extends, Allen can push his compassion to anyone else. So imo, i don’t think it would have happened had the Akuma!Mana incident not happened. It’s likely it is that bad in canon as well because of his eye only: perhaps if he only ever saw Mana, he would have developped differently, but seeing all those Akuma’s souls made it impossible for Allen to ignore it. The moment he sees a soul, he sees a story there; he sees a person who was loved too much and was chained back into life to commit horrors. And from that point on, I think that compassion just become a reflex.

So as such it makes sense Allen extends that to anyone else. Suman becoming a fallen told a story about why he became this way, of his relationship with the Innocence, of his suffering with it. Meeting the Light part of Tyki first had Allen sees all sides of him, and know that Tyki was duty bound to the Noah as well, and that people cared for him. And if Allen didn’t extend this compassion to Tyki per se, he would have had to the people who loved Tyki because he knows what loss feels like and he doesn’t want anyone to go through this.

I find it harder to word than i expected welp but yes, i agree with all you say, and y e there’s just. a lot to Allen. and imo his whole viewpoint comes from he sees Akuma to start with. Mana was his greatest influence in general.

allen breaks my heart ;;-;;

Take care!

[shapeshifting-arch-mage]

12/04/2018

Raver Temmie and I fly on our broom to the Island. When was the last time we were here? We've come here again because we need to buy some glowsticks to pass out to the partygoers who've agreed to come to our private rave party. The one that we never got around to having because we went to Baku's rave over at Port Town's dance club. Now that was an experience.

"hey tem?"

"ya, hooman?"

"wen we get back, were gonna rite Baku a nice thank yu lettr, okay?"

"ooo, yaya!! thank u letr!! dats a grate idea!!1!" We fly our broom to the seaside store, which, unbeknownst to us, now has a new owner...

Raver Temmie and I fly our broom to the seaside store, where we'd last browsed for glowsticks. We dismount our broom, put it back inside our hat, and open the door. "i hope dis time i can find some-"

...The store looks different. We do not remember the store looking like this when we were last here. We step inside and close the door behind us. "h-hooman...?"

"yea?"

"wat happend to da store??"

"i dunno, its been a wile since we wer here. maybe sum1 redecorated it?"

We haven't seen who that someone is just yet, but if he were to look at the one who'd just entered his store, he'd see a bipedal Temmie in a pointy hat who appeared to be having a conversation with herself, as if she were two people.

"ok, but who did it?"

"i dunno." Our eyes look left and right as we take turns talking out of the same mouth.

[Salandit] The lizard frowned a little, holding the sandwich in its mouth. So... he could take random trash he didn't want, give it to this person, and they'd give him sandwiches...? ...He'd have to remember that, then. His tail flicked once more, and... before Jevil even finished his sentence, he was out the door- running at full speed towards... somewhere.

[Jevil] Jevil exhaled happily, tail wagging a bit. From his perspective, it had worked. It now knew the basics of capitalism. He laughed a little, having been greatly amused with the creature. Now though, he had a new priority. His small pointed ears shot up at the sound of the entrance bell and his attention was drawn to the newcomer: some sort of anthropomorphic white cat/dog. Them holding a conversation with themself was slightly off-putting to Jevil, but he wouldn't judge! Well at least he wouldn't let himself be too nervous, he had to serve this creature after all!

"Hello, hello to you, you! You come seeking wares is that true, true? Well, well tell me what you're looking for and I'll see what I can do, do!" Jevil wore his iconic joyous grin, mitten covered hands tucked beneath his chin as he awaited an answer.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Whoa! What was that that just darted by?! We flinch a little as the Salandit runs out the door. Once the door closes again, we turn back towards the counter and...

...Oh dear lord, what the heck is HE doing here?! He's not supposed to be out of his cell! We flinch again when he greets us, and begin to shiver, a look of dread forming on our face as he talks. After he finishes, our shivering culminates in a shudder as we cry out, "w-w-waaaaah!" We then hide our face behind our front paws.

[Jevil] He blinked once at the flinching reaction, deciding that it was only due to how loud he can become and often is to counteract the quieting nature of the shop's fabric walls. His voice would trail off somewhat as he noticed the shaking and expression. Maybe if he was quieter when he next spoke, this customer would be more comfortable here. The shudder and tears truly did distress the imp-like being, causing him to recoil a bit and spend a bit trying to figure out what he had said to cause such a reaction. Or maybe this person had very recently heard the rumors he had spread in his own world. He tensed a bit, taking in a breath, holding his hands out in front of him in the universal sign of harmlessness.

"H-hey calm down, calm down I say! There is no need for tears and no need for fears, I promise you won't be hurt, dears!" He had mainly pluralized it for the sake of rhyming rather than any knowledge of the newcomer's state.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Eugh, that voice... our shivering subsides somewhat, but not entirely. And did he just call us dears? Nnnngh...

We gingerly lower our paws from our face. They feel a bit moist... did we stain them with a tear or two? Oh geez, I didn't even notice- now that I think about it, our eyes do feel a little wet. How embarrassing...

"w-w-w-w-wat'd yu do to da store???"

[Jevil] "Just a little bit of renovation. I added a little things here and there to create what i saw in my imagination! Uee hee hee, and what a creation i've worked to see, see! No harm either considering the shop belongs to me, me!" He couldn't help but smile at the sensation of pride that whirled around in his stomach and warmed his chest. Jevil knew that there could have been countless others who sought this job and store, so he couldn't help but pride himself in the fact that the higher-ups, whoever they might be, had chosen him as the shopkeeper. No matter the poor experiences he has had so far, the bird-based robbery and the assault via spaghetti, he couldn't help but be happy and excited for all the new faces he'll be able to bring smiles to. His T ended tail swayed gently as he stared off into the distance at the thoughts.

Jevil was somewhat embarrassed when he emerged from his little day-dream. "Well, well now that you know my little slice of the resort, may I ask what wares you seek with some importe?"

[Rave Witch Temmie] "i... uh... um..." Oh geez, the little snot's gone and taken over the place, has he? Well, isn't that just faaaaan-tastic!

"human, whys a scary clown guy in da store??" Temmie thinks to me.

"Er, um, well, I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he's actually a jester." I think back. 

"watsa jester??"

"It's just what it sounds like- someone who jests."

"wats that mean??"

"You know... they tell jokes, and act silly..."

"u mean liek a clown??"

"Er..."

...Well, she's got a point there. I suppose if you think of it that way, they are kind of the same thing. Anyway, back to answering said clown/jester/whatever's question. We glance to the side, unable to bring ourselves to make eye contact with him.

"i was, uh... i was g-gonna hav a hapy fun rave party... a-and i-i needa get some stuff..."

"Glowsticks." I remind her mentally.

"o-oh ya!1! glowsticks!!" We say, looking at Jevil briefly before averting our gaze once more, "i needa glowsticks for my friends at da party... i came hear to buy sum befor but dere werent none..."

[Jevil] "Glowsticks, glowsticks..." He echoes in thought, mentally running through his stock, trying to determine if he would have them. For a while he didn't think so until he recalled their wide colour variety and knew where he would have stored them. Her perks up with excitement and giggles.

"Yes, yes I think I have a set in the back, I wouldn't think glowsticks would be something we would lack, lack! Wait here a second and I'll return with the items, I reckon!" With that, the leapt down from his chair, landing with a small thud and symphony of bell jingles. He remained in a crouching position for a second, showing just how small the once-court jester was, before he bounded into the back, passing through the fabric flaps that had matched seamlessly into the wall. A series of bells and other noises emitted from the back room as Jevil scurried about to find the glowsticks he was increasingly certain he had. He remembered having some in his old shop and had brought along many of his unsold wares from there when he moved his base of operations to the island. Where, oh where, though?

Jevil leaned backwards, holding himself up with his tail as he looked through the massive selection of colorful items, a few dozen pinwheels, plastic flowers, ball-pit balls, glow- There they were! He grabbed the glass jar filled with the unused tubes of chemicals and bounced out from the back.

"I return, return with the items you yearn! I have about twenty four glowsticks as you can see here, here now, lean in close, lend an ear: 2 of whatever you have for money each, it's a rather fine deal I preach!"

[Rave Witch Temmie] Once he goes to the back room and out of our sight, Temmie whispers to me, "whys he so scaryyyy...??"

"uh, cuz of his creepy face an' his creepy voice an' his, uh, "chaos chaos" thing, or sumthin?" I whisper back.

"wats dat???" She asks.

"i dunno, youd have to ask him!" I reply.

...Wait, I shouldn't have said that. I don't want us to ask him- oh no, he's back. Wait, are those... Hey, look at that, he does have glowsticks! Who would have thought?

"...Lean in close and lend an ear? ...Really?" I think, "Hardee har har. Just because we have four ears doesn't mean we're lending that creep any of 'em!"

"uh... o-okay, y-ya, ill buy em all..." We nervously approach the counter and pay 24 credits.

[Jevil] He giggled slightly, eyeing the 24 credits.

"I believe you miscounted, miscounted! 24 credits is only enough for half of the glowsticks, not all of them, them!" He seemed rather amused by the situation though, holding onto the product a little while longer as he waited to see if they will accept only half or seek out the remaining 24 credits to pay. He thankfully seemed to be rather patient, his tail wagging slightly as he hoped up onto his chair, putting the jar of glowsticks on the counter.

"Now now, would you like to pay the full price for all of them, them, or pay what you've already paid and take only half of them, them?"

"awawawa!!1 oh nooo!1 im sorry!11! heres da rest!1!"

We quickly put 24 more credits on the counter and then take a few steps back. Geez Louise, what is with us tonight? We already embarrassed ourselves in front of this guy once; we just had to go and do it again, didn't we! Sheesh...

[Rave Witch Temmie] ...Oh, wait- the glowsticks. We can't pick them up from over here. We'll need to walk back toward him to get them- actually, no, we won't! That's right! We're a Temmie! We stick our arms out in front of us and stretch them towards the jar of glowsticks.

[Jevil] He gave an amused laugh, happily accepting the payment and pushing the jar forwards towards them, blinking as they backed away. Frankly Jevil really wasn't sure what to make of this person, he was completely unfamiliar with Temmies after all.

"It's alright, alright! You can take the glowsticks whenever you'd li-" He was taken aback by the way the customer's arms seemed to just burst forward towards him. He looked absolutely horrified for a moment, recoiling as far back as he could, taking in these rapid, quick breaths. He had his eyes squeezed shut, not opening them up again until he thought it was safe. He pressed a gloved hand into his chest. Nothing happened. He was ok. He was ok. Seam didn't come back for revenge. It's ok. He's fine. Jevil took in a deep, shaky breath.

"Sorry I... I wasn't expecting that, that..."

[Rave Witch Temmie] Whoa, hold on... we scared HIM? Are we seeing this right? Did he just dart back behind the curtains again when we reached for the jar? You've got to be kidding... He's the creepy one, not us! What's so scary about us stretching our arms out, we wonder? Maybe being in this body for so long has made me forget that Temmies can be off-putting to those who aren't used to being around them...

We grasp the jar between our paws and then retract them towards us.

"uh... y-yu ok??" We call out.

[Jevil] "Y-yes, yes! I'm ok! Just- just shaken is all, all..." He emerged still looking very much unnerved. He fidgeted with his thumbs almost as if trying to distract himself from something, yellow eye-dots tiny in residual fear. He glanced off, making sure not to look at the creature's arms, part of him terrified they'll come after him again if he looks.

"Just shaken..." He repeats, taking in a deep breath. He tries to shake himself out of the fear, forcing a small smile until it became genuine. "But don't worry about that now, now, if there anything else you want or shall we say ciao?"

[Rave Witch Temmie] "is dere, uh..." Temmie remembers something she wanted to ask him. The thing I didn't want her to ask him.

"Temmie, no! Don't-"

"w-wats ur "chaos, chaos" thing?? human dint want me to- mmf!"

Since both our paws are full, I press the jar against our mouth to silence her.

[Jevil] "My chaos, chaos thing?" He seems confused for a moment, wondering what they could be referring to. Perhaps a combination of his repetition and his shop's title perhaps?

"Well if you're asking about the shop's name, that's easy, easy! It's important, so important not to fall into routine or it could suck up all your glee, glee! So I made a little shop back home just like this one, one where people can come and buy the things they need while also having a little fun, fun!" He giggles happily, tail wagging, mind seemingly off whatever had him so terrified before.

"As for saying things twice, twice, well I'm just following my own advice! Keep things fun, keep things nice, and life is sure to entice, entice!"

[Rave Witch Temmie] Sigh... why'd she have to ask him that...? Thanks to her, we had to listen to him yap at us in that spooky voice again! Though, on the other hand, I'm now very confused by his answer. We were not talking about this store, or his quirky speech patterns, at all. I had wanted to leave as soon as we'd bought our glowsticks, but now, I'm curious as to why he didn't seem to know what we were really referring to.

I decide to take control of our mouth from Temmie for a moment, and ask, "yu had anothr store? wat yu mean?? what happend to da cat guy??"

[Jevil] His mood shifted to discomfort at the mention of "da cat guy". Well, there was another question in there so he could ignore that part for longer.

"Yes, yes, I had another store, store. I opened it myself after the King decided he didn't want a court jester anymore, anymore. I could have done anything, anything indeed, but I thought that a shop of fun is what the kingdom would need. Then, then just recently, I got a letter in the mail, mail asking if I would be interested in coming here to do sale! I took it, took it I did, and that's why the island I now work amid!"

[Rave Witch Temmie] We shiver a little again as we listen to his creepy, singsong rhyming.

"yea, but, wat about dat cat guy, da one wit da button eye?"

Oh geez, now he's got us rhyming, too! Curses!

"i thot he was suppost to hav a store!1"

[Jevil] Oh god they really were talking about him. Jevil's pupils started to shrink again, seeming to grow panicked again. He seemed to grab onto his tail for comfort.

"I know who you're talking about but not what. Seam went mad years, years ago, it was very unfortunate... I just hope that now that his life in done, he isn't insane in heaven." He seems to be shaking a bit, really not wanting to recall those memories. That battle. That grin. By god, that grin. He tried squeezing it out of his mind, pressing his eyes shut and holding his head. That grin. That grin. It persisted even as Jevil had watched Seam rip his arm half-off to use as a weapon. He let loose a whine, shivering.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Our face goes blank. "...hes ded??"

[Jevil] Jevil nodded, trying to return to reality the best he could. Trying to pry himself away from the memories. Away from that battle. Jevil had technically won, but that did nothing to help his conscious. He held onto his tail tightly.

"Yes... Yes the once magician is gone, gone like the rain, only I, the once jester, remain."

[Rave Witch Temmie] Our jar of glowsticks in hand, we take several more steps back, uneasy at the thought of Seam being dead. Or at least I am. Temmie doesn't know who he is. While Jevil laments his loss, we back out the door with our purchase.

[butindeed]

Bloody fair (Sensible content. Riley x Drake)

Hi guys! Just in case you didn’t know, this is part of a nameless Riley x Drake series. You can read the previous parts HERE.

Tags: @decisso @lazychic28 @drakelover78 @captainkingliam @boneandfur  @chantelle-x0x

Summary: SENSITIVE CONTENT, VIOLENCE, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.

It’s a bit long, I’m sorry, but anxiety won me over and I just couldn’t write it in several parts as I intended! Hope you enjoy it anyways!

Well, for those who don’t know it, this part is directly related to these previous ones:

Guitar strings

Paper Kites

Bruises fade

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Riley was taking a well deserved shower after a not too healing sleep. She had had nightmares about  the atrocious engagement party all night long.

She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that Justin had failed her so bad. 

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thought clouding the hapiness of having cleared her name. The shadow had been lurking around, both at the embassy party when she was talking to Maxwell at the rooftop and when they exited the engagement party that night, she was almost certain she had seen him staring among the journalists. She was being pushed forwards by Drake and Maxwell. She could still see his face among them, standing out among the bright blinding flashes.

She washed those thoughts while rinsing her soapy hair and stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping herself in a fluffy white hotel towel.

Riley dressed up quickly and combed her hair. She was just finishing when she heard a knock on her door.

-Who is it? - She asked, her heart paralized in fear.

-It’s us! - Hana’s voice answered - We wanted to invite you to a fair nearby!

Riley let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding, grabbed her hotel room key, mobilephone and opened the door.

-Let’s go!

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Once at the Coney Island amusement park, the gang gathered ready to relax, eventhough Liam hadn’t arrived yet. Riley was ready for some good old fun, but felt unease. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following her, ready to jump out of the shadows.

The fair was full of tourists strolling and queueing to get on the rides, laughter  and fast food smell filled the air, and although Hana seemed a bit like a fish out of the water, Drake was definitely on his element. 

It was good to see all of her friends wearing casual clothes, enjoying the rides and unwinding.

She missed Kai, and returning to NYC without seeing her felt like a knife in her chest. But business was business and she had had to travel to Chicago for that week.

Maxwell suggested to get their hands read by a fortune teller and though Drake complaint a bit, they headed that way. Upon arriving to the booth, Riley caught a glimpse of a person staring at her.

It couldn’t be the same person... He was so different now! He flashed a yellowed-teeth terrifying smile and Riley shuddered. She scanned the place quickly for Drake’s face, and when she looked back, the person wasn’t there anymore.

She quickened her pace, but decided not to tell her friends about what she saw, what she thought she had seen.

After some not very promising readings, they left the booth, ready to grab something to eat.

-Riley, could you come with me to the loo? - Hana asked - I’m not sure I should go alone.

-Sure Hana!

Once in the restroom, Hana entered into one of the toilet booths, leaving Riley alone in the waiting section. She was washing her hands absentmindedly when she looked up. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Her throat dried instantly and a scream died as a gasp.

There he was, standing in front of her, a dirty finger pressed over her lips, silencing her like so many times when they were together. 

How could it had been him? There were no traces of his curly light brown hair, or his bright silver eyes. He resembled more a monster than a person. 

He smiled again, flashing his rotten yellowish teeth, wrinkling his sallow skin, his eyes blood injected eyes brighted with a madness hallow.

Just then Hana flushed the toilet, and Riley turned that way.

When Hana opened the door, she found a very shaken Riley staring at a blank spot.

-Are you ok?

-Yes, just thinking about what the fortune teller said - she lied, flashing a shaky smile.

Riley felt she had to tell at least Drake about what had just happened, but when she was about to, Mawell dragged her to the side.

-We have to try this game! - He chirped - pointing at a high stricker.

They were heading that way when someone grabbed her arm a little bit too strong.

-Sorry, miss? - He croacked - I just wanted to tell you I’ve been following your story on the news, I know absolutely all about you, Riley. - Riley felt sick, and she gripped Maxwell’s arm desperately, who seemed amused by the situation.

-Look Riley! You have an admirer! - He grinned - What’s your name sir? - He asked shaking his hand

-Trent, Lord Maxwell - Tren stated never leaving Rileys eyes.

-You’re a fan of mine too? This is so great! I’m really pleased to meet you sir, but I’m afraid we’ll have to leave now - Maxwell said heading towards Drake and Hana who were waving at them - Come on Riley!

Riley felt like outside her own body, she couldn’t believe he was there. After all the time she had been hiding from him. He had finally found her, and not only found her, he had the guts to talk to her, to her friends. She didn’t know where she was walking to, she felt Maxwell guiding her and it was good enough. Before she could notice, they had stopped in front of a ferris wheel. Maxwell had let go of her hand, and someone else had grabbed it. It was a rough touch, but warm. She snapped out of the trance and saw Drake gazing at her.

-Would you like to ride with me?

Riley nodded smiling as she squeezed his hand.

Once on the cart, she rested her head on his shoulder watching the sunlight fade below them.

-This is a hell of a view - Drake mumbled flustered gazing at Riley’s lips.

Riley didn’t think twice, she closed the space between the two of them and kissed him passionately. She had always been independent and strong, but something about Drake made her feel safe. If she had to face Trent again, she needed as much strenght as she could gather, and kissing Drake gave her more than enough.

-Are you ok Ri? - he asked when they parted, his forehead still pressed against hers; he knew her so well, it was as if he could see right through her.

-Actually - she whispered - I saw Trent today.

-Trent, Trent? Your ex Trent?

-Yes - Riley’s voice was cracking and tears were buildind in her eyes.

-But Kai texted me telling they had a lead in Chicago, they went there following a lead!

-How... why... Have you been talking to Kai?

Drake filled Riley in with the details of their investigation. Riley couldn’t believe how much Drake cared about her. Even when he had been pushing her away, he was taking care of her. She couldn’t help but kissing him again, but he pushed her shortly.

-Tell me everything, please.

Riley described him, his now greyish hair, his bowed figure, his scary stare with sunken eyes, his creepy smile and how he had lurked her all day long.

When they stepped out of the ferris wheel, Drake spotted Liam and Bastien arriving across the street.

-Wait here Riley - he urged her as he started running

-Drake, wait for me! -She cried running after him.

Drake stops in the midle of the street, offering his hand.

Just then, a nearby car’s headlights turned on and its engine started purring. As Riley walked over to Drake, the car speeded up in their direction.

Riley pushed Drake just in time to avoid the bumper, rolling herself over the hood, harmlessly.

Liam jogged over there to make sure they were ok when the car started driving in reverse, ready to hit them. When he’s about to scrap Liam, Bastien pulled him to his side while taking out his gun.

The driver speeded, trying to escape, but Bastien was quicker, pulling the trigger twice.

-Stay back! - He yelled as he approached the car.

The windshield was all cracked, two bulletholes in the driver’s side. Without lowering his gun, he opened the passenger’s seat.

-I’m afraid he’s dead - He stated.

Trent’s body was held still by the seatbelt, a bullet wound on his right shoulder, other on his forhead; his eyes opened, without seeing. 

Riley burried her head on Drake’s chest, unable to contain the tears.

-It’s over - he whispered kissing the top of her head as he embraced her - It’s all over.

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Drake was at the hotel bar resting both his elbows on the counter, he had left Riley with Hana and Maxwell.

It was the first time whiskey hadn’t solved his anxiety, he thought downing half a glass in one glup.

-So, you knew about this Trent guy? - Liam said, seating next to Drake.

Drake just nodded.

 - I feel I must be honest with you, just in case you haven’t realised yet.

-Huh? - Drake asked.

-I plan on proposing to Riley as soon as the dust settles.

- I know. - Drake grunted

- Good - Liam smirked - I don’t want to see you heart broken, but she is too precious. - He stood up -  She needs protection and you know it, - Liam turned around sighing -  protection you clearly can’t give her-  He left the bar, leaving Drake devastated.

He had pushed Riley away once, he almost lost her that night. He knew he wasn’t the best for her, but he couldn’t loose her again. He knew had to act, quickly.

He took his mobile phone and dialed the number hoping she’d be awake.

-Hey! Savannah? Do you still have grandma’s ring?

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[httpwinston]

"WE ARE NOT AFRAID"(It Fanfic)

if you haven't read the first one here is the link Chapter 1.

Chapter 3

Chapter two-"Well Andrew i bet you wish he was sucking your dick"

*warning homophobia ,and racism *

Beverly woke up on the couch she rubbed her eyes as she removed her covers off of her she smelled breakfast so she went into the kitchen to see what they were having but she saw billy.  “h-hey bev I di-didn't know you were a-awake?” "are you cooking for me bill?" " YES...BUT ITS O.ONLY B..BECAUSE M.MY MOM ISNT H.HERE"(sorry for caps)

"so where is your parents?"

"they went to a h..hotel my m..mom said my d..dad was to t.tired to d.drive back home"

"oh...so when are they coming back?"

"w.well it m.might be this a.afternoon.. you k.know how l..long my d.dad sleeps”billy handed beverly her plate of eggs and bacon and they ate. 

eddie woke up with his eyes hurting from crying he went into his bathroom oh shit richie forgot his glasses that meant he is probably blind for the rest of the day great but eddie couldnt do that. so he called ritchie. "hey richie you left your glasses" "oh thanks eds ill be over in a minute" then richie hung up and was knocking on eddies front door. but eddie was there hes suppose to be mad at ritchie but he couldnt. he handed ritchie his glasses and slammed the door he couldnt cave into richie he couldnt hurt himself. richie was wondering how he could apoligize to his bestfriend but he knew eddie was mad at him so he got off eddies porch while eddie was in his room crying over the guy who thought liked him back and he had to get ready for a school he didnt want to go to. richie got into his truck that he built and drove to school and he saw from one of his mirrors eddie going into his car that his mom got him for his sixteen birthday. and he saw that the car wouldnt start up eddie walk out of his car and started hitting it. " hey eds need a ride!" "stop calling me that!" as he hopped into the car. "yeah thats never going to happen and can we stop this ignoring thing" " yeah whatever rich whatever makes you happy" he started to drive "what does that mean eds?" "it means you only care about your happiness and no one else's" eddie said with a attuide and puts his seatbelt on. "really i care about my hapiness i just helped you eds oh but i care for myself" richie turned on the radio and it was sailent and ritchie hated silent more then anything. "eds what is going on with you? i dont get it i mean ever since i dated my girlfriend i feel we fell apart" "well richie it doesnt take a genius to figure it out" and they were at the school and eddie got out of the truck and walked into the school. he heard what people said about him hes gay gosh no one likes a gay who is just trying to make someone gay i bet him and ritchie did it then he heard one behind him "hey faggot did you get some toizer dick" eddie just ignored them because hes not a violent person then he heard someone that hes glad he heard. "well andrew i bet you wish he was sucking your dick" mike said. "oh shut up nigger" "dont call him that!" eddie said "what you say dick sucker? did you say toizer's dick" then he saw god himself the guy he fell so in love with ritchie toizer just punch andrew in the face and started to punch him over and over agian. "richie fucking stop!!! what are you doing?" his girlfriend yelled and eddie really wanted to put her face into a toilet. "well this bastard just called eds a dick sucker maybe he likes dick its not a fucking bad thing and if you dont like eds then you dont like me!! and guess what sunshine i caught you cheating" is this a dream? the rest of the losers showed up. and then richies ex-girlfriend slapped him in the face. and eddie was about to beat the shit out of her before beverly stopped him "no she doesnt hit him bev move fucking move!" "no eddie i cant because your a guy and shes a girl" "well im basically am a girl" "well your not eddie" "can i just rip her hair out" "noo eddie" then eddie heard what richie said that made him smile. "it didnt hurt bitch" and his ex-girlfriend was aparently having a affair with andrew behind richies back but whatever eddie thought. ritchie grabbed eddies arm and drug him out of the school "we have to go to class rich" "i know eds but i wanted to say i figured out this morning that i like you eds when i saw her with andrew it didnt make me mad but when andrew was bullying you it made me mad and then stanley told me how you feel about me and i cant be i never saw that eds im so sorry.." eddie kissed richie and you have to guess who saw you guessed it.. it was molly richies ex-girlfriend she took a picture of it on her old camrea. richie and eddie didnt know they were to busy kissing to notice.

[raplinesoutro]

85 truths tag

i was tagged by @taehyungie-hyung ♡ ♡ ♡

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

Last

1. Drink - cranberry juice

2. Phone call - a friend

3. Text message - to a group chat

4. Song you listened to - supernova- ansel elgort

5. Time you cried - like two days ago lol

Ever

6. Dated someone twice - no

7. Kissed someone and regretted it - yeah..

8. Been cheated on - nope

9. Lost someone special - yes

10. Been depressed - when am  i not lmao..

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - nah

Fave colours

12. purple

13. pink

14. black

In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends - yes

16. Fallen out of love - nope

17. Laughed until you cried - yes

18. Found out someone was talking about you - nah i already knew that..

19. Met someone who changed you - nah

20. Found out who your true friends are - DEFINITELY . . .

21. Kissed someone on your facebook friends list - yes

General

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know irl - most of them

23. Do you have any pets - yess a dog ilove him sm♡

24. Do you want to change your name - i used to but im okay w it now

25. What did you do for your last birthday - uhh i threw a party and got a little drunk

26. What time did you wake up today - 5:40am ..... i hate school..

27. What were you doing at midnight last night - trying to sleep

28. What is something you can’t wait for - graduating high school

30. What are you listening to right now - church - fall out boy

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - no

32. Something that gets on your nerves - racist people @my law teacher.......

33. Most visited website - tumblr or fb

34. Hair colour - black

35. Long or short hair - i have my hair pretty long now but i really want to get back at short like i used to

36. Do you have a crush on someone - nope

37. What do you like about yourself - uhh im creative

38. Want any piercings? - yessss i want more on my ears

39. Blood type - i dont know lmao

40. Nicknames - andi

41. Relationship status - single

42. Zodiac - sagittarius

43. Pronouns - she/her

44. Fave tv shows - gosip girl, the oc

45. Tattoos - maybe someday

46. Right or left handed - right

47. Ever had surgery - no

48. Piercings - i have to on each earlobe  and one on like the top part (idk what its called lmao) of the right one

49. Sport - uh sports whats that...

50. Vacation - i think i went to the beach probably

51. Trainers - ..

More general

52. Eating - nothing

53. Drinking - cranberry juice still

54. I’m about to watch - some mv on youtube

55. Waiting for - hobi to release hixtape

56. Want - hapiness and real friends . . .

57. Get married - maybe

58. Career - im going to be a lawyer 

Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses - kisses

60. Lips or eyes - lips

61. Shorter or taller - taller

62. Older or younger -  just around my age

63. Nice arms or stomach - stomach

64. Hookup or relationship - relationship 

65. Troublemaker or hesitant - troublemaker

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger - no

67. Drank hard liquor - yeah

68. Lost glasses - yes ):

69. Turned someone down -  no

70. Sex on first date - no

71. Broken someone’s heart - maybe

72. Had your heart broken - yes...

73. Been arrested - nope

74. Cried when someone died - yes

75. Fallen for a friend - yeah

Do you believe in

76. Yourself - uh sometimes

77. Miracles - definitely

78. Love at first sight - nah

79. Santa claus - no

80. Kiss on a first date - it depends

81. Angels - yea

Other

82. Best friend’s name - i dont have one

83. Eye colour - really dark brown

84. Fave movie - love, rosie

85. Fave actor - i dont do fav actors but if i have to choose dylan obrien 

i tag: @heartmanjins @kookiegguk @aesthetcjeon @taesflower @cypphers @omfgbts @jeonsberry @je0n @jinblond @softienamjoon @yyoongiis @whistlejeon @jeonsshi @sugacakes @fly-with-hobi

[gayerthanthat]

We are born

Always after sex, Stiles doesn’t take too long to fall asleep, a low snore getting out of a little gap in his mouth.

Derek felt something strange in his guts when they met fot the first time, like a miner founding a diamond. He couldn’t guess how precious that thing are. Even though a lot of events crossed Derek’s path to Scott’s, it was Stiles the most magnetic event that brought Derek near him over and over again.

Even though he wouldn’t assume that, at the beginning, after a few nsfw dreams, Derek knew there was something solid between the two of them. Or he was going insane, really, there was this option too. He wondered what an annoying, skinny and defenseless teenage boy have to make Derek feel like this about him?

Empathy. Since he was a child and his family died, Derek couldn’t count on no one (because uncle Peter wasn’t such an exemple of loving and understanding), and Stiles seemed the first person in ages to care about him. Scott and these other kids did it as well, but not like Stiles did: the snow white freaky boy had a shine in his eyes every time he saved Derek’s life, and vice vesa. It’s amazing how they built such a strong connection just trying to save the town’s people. Sometimes Stiles touched Derek, just a light hand in his arm, but it felt like a comfy hug. Derek used to hold still his will to hug Stiles, holding him close and thigh.

And a flame in his heart. Stiles was the first person to not be scared by his frowning, which was actually due the fact he was a bitter person, and not much the fact he wanted to intimidate everyone. Stiles melted down the walls he built. However, Stiles knew that the sourwolf is more beautiful smiling, showing his human teeth, not wolf’s. For that, the boy used to tell jokes with terrible punch lines, memes and stuff Derek didn’t understand but he laughed. Laughed ‘cause Stiles laughs in a very funny way. He is actually cute.

The fact was, at the beginning, Derek thought the younger boy was just filling a teddy bear role: calming his fears at night and making him less lonely. He was wrong, obviously, just as Derek feared. Without much touch to treat people, the sourwolf was afraid to hurt someone’s feelings — specially Stiles’.

“Ha, come on, Derek”, Stiles said, getting close, “we’ve been through a lot, but not through love. Let’s give it a try. You don’t have be always alone”.

Derek could see in Stiles’ eyes their marriage and — what would sounds impossible to him a few moments ago — a normal life, out of Beacon Hills: an apartment in New York, Stiles on TV and Derek as a beta in a brand new pack, one that is united and very supportive, in which everybody is friend. And a MMA fighter. Pics on Instagram with thousands of likes.

“All right”, Derek said, giving in to hapiness, “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

“Wow, that’s such a difficult question... I’ll have to think about it and I’ll give you an answer as soon as possible”, and he stood up and left the room. Like serious?

“Okay, done thinking”, Stiles said, entering in the room a second after, “I totally accept, you dumbass”. And laughed that laugh Derek loves so much.

But he did that frown and looked furious at Stiles, that stopped laughing and made an concerned expression.

“Just kidding”, Derek said, already smiling that smile Stiles loves so much.

“You learn fast, don’t you?”

Well, after that they actually moved to New York, Stiles actually started doing comedy stand up, Derek started fighting and joined a brand new back. And, of course, thousand of likes. Life was finally healthy.

So in their big white bed, Derek wondered how would they turn out as parents? He wanted a girl to call his little princess, to wear a Superman costume in Halloween while she’s Wonder Woman and Stiles is Batman. He wanted uncle Peter, aunt Cora and grandpa Noah taking care and raising her as well, giving all the love and support she deserves. Her name may be Rose, graceful and beautiful as the flower, or Jade, an amazing and formless splendor. Or it can be twins too, just to dress them up with matching clothes.

Now, feeling the weight of Stiles’ head against his chest, Derek was feeling in a classic painting: he’s a mythological creature contemplating a beauty, that’d be Stiles. They’re surrounded by trees and flowers, breeze and grass and laughs. Which are their friends and family. Once in a while, Scott, Lydia, Isaac and others come to visit them and get amazed by the way everything in New York City, a world very far from a small town threaten very often by any kind of creatures. Not that in big cities there are none, but even humans kill theirselves a lot. Just Lydia is very very comfortable with the city environment.

Anyway, Stiles opens his eyes, still sleepy, and asks: “You’re awake?”, and Derek replies: “What is it?”. Stiles answers as he gets up: “I’m thirsty”. As he leaves the room, Derek takes a look in his pale skin, from the nape to the butt.

He should sleep now. So he waits for Stiles to come back, feeling his cock speaking with him. “Not now, bro, in the morning you can have it”. When Stiles returns, he‘s bracing himself due the cold air. Fall is finally finishing. “The weather is the only thing that makes me homesick”, Stiles says as he lays down, sticking his back on Derek’s torso, who hugged him right away.

“Let’s buy a beach house in L. A.”, Derek suggests, kissing Stiles’ nape and shoulders. “Uhum”, he answers, going back to sleep. Derek smirks and closes his eyes, although he knows he’s not gonna sleep. His head couldn’t stop thinking, because — how curious — he was so happy, he could jump and yell all night, just because he’s being someone he never thought he would be. Again he catches himself hearing Stiles’ low snore. That little fucker mouth can suck a cock in such an awesome way. Usually they argue a lot about little things, but Stiles usually blows Derek’s face to distract him, or Derek point at random things to distract Stiles. If someone else sees them doing this may think they’re the stupidest or crazy. Their serious fights, however, can drive them both mad — Stiles, ‘cause he’s stubborn, and Derek, ‘cause, besides he’s stubborn, he get angry very quick. So the only way possible to overflow this rage is sex. Like wild sex. In a way or another, even their fights ends up in a wonderful way. He could consider himself the luckiest man in the world and could thank any god for this, or all of them: the opportunity to, for the first time since he was born, live.

[hanbinsharem]

Best Friends

Part 1 Part 2   Part 3 Part 4

Note : This will get very intense if what i am thinking gets on here exactly like i want it. Please do not hesitate to stop reading if you feel triggered :) Sorry for grammar and shit... Word Count : I think over 2000 ? Who cares :P

“Mr Kim, please tell me exactly what you did on Saturday night and Sunday ?” Hanbins heart is hammering against his rib cage, trying to run away from all this. They had been talking for 15 minutes now but the woman didn't seem like she was suspecting the boy.

“ I was togheter with my best friend Jiwon. “ He explains.

“Can your friend testify ? “ She asks tipping something in her thick Laptop. Hanbin is sure that Jiwon judge her for not getting a light Apple Laptop and carrying around a heavy one.

“Yes. He came with me today. I - I am still shocked that my dad died. “ Hanbins voice sounds painful and its the first time the women is looking up and into his eyes, like she can symphatise with him. “ I am sorry. It must be a painful experience for you, but can you recall your father having enemies or someone who he is indebted to ? “

Hanbin wants to scream Me, you idiot. I was his fucking enemy.He hated me and I killed him. Instead he shakes his head ”There is always people you don't like, i guess. But it was never to that extend that someone would try to kill him. “
 “Any drug use ?” She asks, looking straight into hanbins eyes.

“I-I dont know” Hanbin stammers.  

“Okay Mr. Kim” And his eyes water and her features seem to soften. “ I am sorry. This must be hard for you. Can you tell me if you saw a red haired boy with blue eyes? “ She asks him. Hanbin shakes his head confused “ No, I am sorry. Is he a suspect ?”

“He was seen 5 minutes before the fire ignited. “ She explains “ But his face was not seen, because he had a black hoody on.”  

Hanbin nodds, because the police officers seem to believe him, but he is also confused on who the boy might be.

“Thank you Mr Kim.We will try to catch the murderer of your father “ She smiles at him, and hanbin responds “ Please do” His voice is weak and he really wants them to know the truth, want them to punish him for his own mistakes, but there is a difference between talking and thinking and Hanbin would rather keep it to himself. Because its not just Hanbins sin anymore, Jiwon is his partner in crime and while Hanbin deserves to be in Jail, he strongly believes that Jiwon doesn’t.  

After Hanbin is done with the Interview, Jiwon is called in. He wants to wait inside of the police station but decides to go outside, because he feels suffocated inside. Jiwon comes out smiling 15 minutes after and Hanbin sighs relieved. They hug each other and Jiwon kisses his forehead. “We will get trough this together”

Hanbin believes his words for the first time.

—

When they sit in the Car, Jiwon calls his girlfriend smiling and starting the Car. Hanbins heart clenches but he remains silent.

“ Hey Babe” Hanbin knows that Jiwon still tries to lower his voice more when he speaks to his girlfriend. Apparently its more manly, or so Jiwon explains him every time Hanbin makes jokes about it.

“Yeah, I was busy. Sorry, babe. I know you were worried” He sighs and holds the phone away from his ear when his girlfriend starts to shout. He waits until there is silence again, before he puts it anywhere near his ear.

“Of course I am listening. I will make it up to you okay ? Be ready tonight. Lets go eat.“ He starts to drive while nodding to whatever his girlfriend has to say and Hanbin looks out the window.

“I will pick you up around 8. Yeah be ready.” He pauses before adding “ Okay see you tonight babe.” After ending the call he smiles.

“Getting laid tonight, huh?” Hanbin says dryly and Jiwon is grinning like a idiot, nodding and although is smile doesn't contain the same amount of Hapiness it used to, it still contains the sun.

“I hope so” he answers “ But if you need me, I will stay.” Hanbin rolls his eyes. “ Yeah sure, big boy”

But Jiwon doesn't laugh “ I mean it, you idiot. “

“Just go”  Hanbin relpies and looks out the window again. “ I need time for myself anyway.”

Jiwon nodds, turning the car right. “ I wont be too late. Tell me if you need anything, yeah? “

Hanbin lays his head quietly on the window, crossing his arms.

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Its quiet in the house after Jiwon leaves. He bought Hanbin a burger and forced him to eat it on the way home to make sure he ate before he left him alone. He also told hanbin again and again to call him if something should happen.

Hanbin doesn't know what to do. Everything feels so unreal and empty. He still feels like his father will be home when he gets back to the house Jiwon burned down.

He doesn't know what to do with his life. He probably needs to start searching for a Job. Maybe he could become a bartender ? or a waitress and save up some money to study medicine. And its ironic how he wants to become a doctor, when he poisned his father.

But it was his childhood dream and the only thing he can hold on to right now, not to sink in the deep ocean. Because the ocean will swallow him up, suffocate him, and while his skin will be ice cold, his insides will be burning because of the lack oxygen.

Hanbin sighs and lets himself fall on the couch closing his eyes.

He wants to help Jiwon somehow, until he finds his own place. Because he feels like a burden anyway and he would like to feel less like a burden.

So he decides, maybe he should clean up Jiwons house and he could also give a part of his earnings to him.

He stands up and moves to the kitchen. There is not a lot to do here. His washes the dishes and wipes the tables. Then he moves to the living room and Jiwon´s living room is far more messy than the kitchen. Clothes are lying around and he remembers vaguely Jiwon once telling him that he had worn some of his boxers over 2 weeks.  So his face turns sour, when he picks one of his boxers up.

He divides them by colour which is easy. Because Jiwon either wears black or white. He rarely has other colours like red or blue.

He the moves to Jiwons bedroom and there he is immediately sees a poster of a naked woman.  If Hanbin looked up the definition of straight white asian boy in a lexicon, he would probably find Jiwon´s picture in there.Hanbin sighs starting to pick up the clothes that are lying on the floor and divides them in their different colours as well.

While he is differentiating the different colours, the door bell rings and Hanbin wonders why Jiwon came back so early considering his “getting laid” plans.

But when he opens the door he is met with equally confused blue eyes instead of brown ones. “May I help you ?” Hanbin asks leaning onto the door, hands crossed.

“Yeah, is Bobby home ?” the boy asks. His voice is smooth like butter and he looks like someone who has more money than Hanbin could ever dream off. Not like someone who belongs here, to this little apartment.

Hanbin eyes him suspiciously. Although the boy looks rather innocent, he doesn't look like he is in the right place. “Who is asking ? “ Hanbin raises one of his eyebrows.

The boy frowns “ My bad. I should introduce myself. My name is Jinwoo. Bobby and I are ..” He stops as if to look for the right word. “ Friends from work” he decides in the end.

“Really ?” Hanbin asks “ Its weird I never heard of you then. I am his best friend, you see.”

“I see. You must be Hanbin then. “ He offers Hanbin his hand but that just confuses Hanbin more.

He takes his hand back after a few seconds, realising Hanbin doesn't want to shake it. “Jiwon mentioned you a few times.” he explains.

“Look I am not here to kill anyone or something. I just couldn't reach Jiwon and I have something important to tell him regarding work. “

Jiwon was just a bartender. What could be so important that his “friend” would come and visit him? Hanbin doesn't voice out his thoughts. Instead he replies a simple “okay. I´ll tell him to call you.”

Jinwoo thanks him and leaves.

He has a bad feeling about the boy. But he cant pinpoint why. Maybe, he thinks, he is just overreacting again.

So he goes to Jiwon´s room again and starts to make the older boy´s bed. He opens Jiwon´s closet. He is uneasy but tries to suppress it the best he can. He had promised himself that he wont be a burden to Jiwon and yes Jiwon could have other friends. Hanbin had other friends too. Its just that Jiwon knows every friend Hanbin ever had. It never occurred to the younger boy that Jiwon had other people in his life that hanbin never knew about.

—

Its 4 in the morning when Jiwon enters the home, screaming “ I am home”. Hanbin flinches awake and rubs his eyes. He is relieved that his friend arrived home safe but at the same time he is angry to be woken up in 4 in the morning. He should have known. “Hanbinnnieee” Jiwon slurs  and plumbs on the couch on hanbins legs.

Hanbin groans and he sits up sighing. “ How was your night out ?” He asks.

Jiwon shrugs “Borring “ Jiwon suddenly looks sad.

“Why ?” Hanbin is suddenly wide awake. Sleep leaving his body. “ Did you not get laid ?”

“Well “ Jiwon pauses and looks and the younger boy. “I was about to.”

“What happened ?” Hanbin puts a hand on Jiwon´s shoulder.

“ I broke up with her.” Jiwon´s voice is quiet and Hanbin almost doesn't understand, almost misses the words and it hits him like a truck. He is not relieved. Instead his heart clenches and hurts, because he knows, understands that the stars and the moon inside of Jiwon´s eyes are dying out.

“Why?” Hanbins voice is equally quiet.

Jiwon just shrugs “ I don't know”

Its a lie. Hanbin knows because Jiwon cant look him in the eyes.

Hanbin realises that he didn't just kill his scumbag of a father, he also was slowly drowning Jiwons soul.

“I think we should run away Hanbin” Jiwon says but Hanbin shakes his Head and he doesn't cry like in the morning. He wont allow himself to drag his friend more down.

“I dont want to” he crosses his arms.

Jiwon is drunk and desperate so he clutches hanbins arm “Please. Lets just move somewhere and have a new beginning.Only us.”

“Jiwon you are obviously drunk and cant think straight.” the younger boy scoffs and he sees one more star inside of Jiwon´s eyes die. His face is becoming more and more cold and Hanbin doesn't know how to get the stars to live again, to shine brightly.

His face softens“Lets just talk about it tomorrow, alright ? Then we can decide. But its too late for this shit.”  

Jiwon just nods , mumbling a small okay.

“Lets get you to bed” Hanbin stretches his hands and Jiwon takes them. The younger boy pulls him off the couch  and leads him to the small bedroom, helping him to change.

“Hands up” Hanbin demands while he pulls his shirt up and Jiwon just follows his orders. “Good boy” Hanbin teases and Jiwon laughs. “Only for you binnie” he answers smiling. For a moment they forget why they are here in this room. But its true. The only person Jiwon is ready to follow to the depths of hell his the boy with sleepy but beautiful eyes and a awkward but genuine smile. Hanbin brings him his newly washed and dried pjs and helps jiwon to dress. They both laugh when Jiwon stumbles and falls onto the bed.

And this situation is sad really. Because the reason Hanbin is miserable, is Hanbin and the reason Jiwon is miserable is Hanbin too. Hanbin knows although Jiwon will deny it with all his might, jiwon knows too. Hanbin tucks the older boy to bed and wishes him a good night. Hanbin turns off the lights but he doesn't move until he hears Jiwons peaceful light snoring. He looks much younger in his sleep and Hanbin hopes that his sins will not steal Jiwon´s peaceful sleep with nightmares.

Hanbin hopes that Jiwon will at least not have to deal with the boy in his dreams.

And exactly when hanbin leaves the bedroom quietly to go to sleep on the couch again, he sees how Jiwons smartphone vibrates on the couch. The older must have forgotten the device when hanbin pulled him up.

And hanbin isn't curious really, but he thinks that maybe its an emergency considering the time.So he takes a look at the Id.

Mino- huge boy is written on it and hanbin cant decide if he should take the Call or just ignore it and give it to Jiwon in the morning. But before he can decide, the caller ends the call. Seconds later whatsapp messages are sent and hanbin doesn't hesitate to read them.

Mino-huge boy We took care of everything. 
You don't need to worry anymore.
 Both of you wont be caught.

Hanbin´s heart beat picks up and he really just wants to throw jiwons phone out the fucking window.

Mino-huge boy TeaTea told me you have that new stuff delivered next week. By the way boss wanted to talk to you about everything but you weren't home ?

Hanbin throws the phone on the ground like its a hot fucking potato.

What the fuck was going on?