#kiki fang story

[agente319]

Solaris-mek is here

Old sword gone=make new

[violettduchess]

A/N: Because he didn't have one yet 💜

WC: ~600

He tastes like coffee and wonder, like fudge and fervor.

The minutes leading up to this moment, this embrace in the depth of night, began with you coming back through the mansion door just as the clock struck the midnight hour, one hand pushing back the rich hood of your cloak, revealing cheeks flushed from the cold and eyes bright as sunlight winking off a morning’s frost. Your smile was wide and warm and open as you stepped into the parlor, searching for him. Arthur took one look at you, threw down his hand of cards and with a light smile and breezy valediction, took your hand and took his leave, pulling you along with him, away from the knowing glances of the others.

Up the wide staircase you go, down the carpeted hallway with its arched windows letting in pale slants of moonlight. Your room is much too far away and his may as well be on the moon. 

He needs you now.

And so he pulls you into a shadowy alcove, pulls you against his lean body. You’re laughing softly, breathless, murmuring something about still wearing your cloak and boots and- 

“As if that matters, luv.” 

And then his lips are on yours and you realize, no, no it doesn’t matter at all. Although eager, his kiss begins soft, one hand sliding up, across the plane of your cheek, thumb stroking smooth skin. His lips leave yours to roam the line of your jaw, to prowl the sensitive place below your ear. You tilt your head back and allow him access to the slope of your neck, expecting him to sink his sharp fangs in immediately, unable to resist the feeling of lawless pleasure.

He does not.

Instead, kiss after kiss decorates your skin, as if you are a blank page and he is the writer, jotting formless words of desire and devotion, of tenderness and aching affection along your throat, your collarbone, your shoulder.

No one before you has ever mattered. You are the beginning of his greatest story.

His name is a sigh whispered into the shadows, your fingers catching his chin and lifting his head back up so you can kiss his mouth, the romance of the moment draped around you like silken cords. His hands slide under your cloak, untuck your blouse from your skirt and slide underneath, palms pressing against the bare skin of your back. Up they slide, along your spine, then back down the lines of your torso. You are softer than vellum, his fingertips curling and tracing a filigree along your waist. They feel feather-light, like ink trails across your skin.

“I need you,” he breathes against your lips, sincere and honest, his heart a fragile thing you hold in your hands. And you smile, clutching the nape of his neck. “I need you too.”

He lifts you into his arms, kissing you once more, this time harder, a kiss edged with the promise of what is to come. You curl against him, soft and boneless as his long legs carry you down the hall, towards your room. You close your eyes, nuzzling into his neck, dropping kisses like tiny sparks against his skin. 

His heart thunders in his chest at your touch and he knows, with every fiber of his being, that you love him, as he is. You, who pulled his gaze away from the regrets of his past and helped him close the chapters on the trauma that had haunted him for far too long. Your love cradles him and keeps him safe, a cover to his fragile pages and a promise for all that is still unwritten.

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[sketchyallstar]

Three more magical girl OCs for PRISM! In the story I’ve been building, these three are rivals of my original three OCs, and this trio is like the bullies of the magical girl agency.

Left to right, we have;

- Name: Ema Aokawa

- Age: 20

- Nationality: Japanese

- Prism Name: Biwa

- Main Color: Blue

- Accent Color: Green

- Outfit Theme: Sea Glass

- Weapon Theme: Best Catch

- Weapon: Fishing Net

- Her net can expand as big as she wants as long as she has the energy for it. To use it, she needs a clear line of sight to her target, and it kind of throws itself from her arm.

- Name: Nanami Himura

- Age: 22

- Nationality: Japanese

- Prism Name: Komainu

- Main Color: Gold

- Accent Color: Green

- Outfit Theme: Chimera

- Weapon Theme: Beast Tamer

- Weapon: Whip

- The whip has two distinct ends; one side is like a lion’s tail and functions like a normal whip, while the other side is like a snake head and can use its fangs to grip and lock in place. The snake head side can function as a grapple, a piercing weapon, a lasso, whatever the situation calls for.

- Name: Kyōran “Kiki” Kazama

- Age: 19

- Nationality: Japanese

- Prism Name: Mitsu

- Main Color: Brown

- Accent Color: Green

- Outfit Theme: Old Plane Crash

- Weapon Theme: Mechanic

- Weapon: Screwdriver

- Her screwdriver can dismantle anything with just a touch. Hard light goes into the target object and instantaneously dismantles it. It takes more of her energy to reassemble objects, but she could do that as well.

- Outfit has patches of moss on fabric and patches of rust on metal

[remy2fang]

This was actually from the official Japanese Street Fighter V website. I used Google translate for this lol. F.A.N.G had a greater presence on the official Japanese SFV website than on the English one. During the first half of 2016, F.A.N.G would make some entertaining comments on certain Member Bulletin posts. He was the only character to do this at the time. These are really fun to read and they’re so cute. Also, you’ll notice that F.A.N.G has the “Nishishi” laugh that his protégé’ A.K.I. is known for. F.A.N.G actually started this laugh back in 2016, but it’s mostly in text format. The only time you’ll hear him laughing like this is through his V-Shift in SFV, which was implemented somewhere in February 2021. So now you know that A.K.I.’s iconic laugh is actually from F.A.N.G (like so many other wonderful things she’s learned from him) 💜💜.

And…he still laughs like that in SF6, at least in the Japanese text ( にっしっしっし。).

A.K.I. learned from the best! 💜💜

In around June 2016, Rashid and Azam started to appear on the Member Bulletins posts. Other characters like Guile, R. Mika, Nadeshiko, Balrog (Boxer), and Vega (Claw) joined in on the fun too. Rashid and Azam essentially took over F.A.N.G’s spot as the main commentator, perhaps to reflect on the events of General Story mode where Shadaloo fell. But FANG still made some comments here and there, even as late as October 31, 2017. In some ways, I think this was a hint by Capcom that F.A.N.G was still alive since he continued to have a say. This was the time when TOXICITY was not published yet (February 16, 2018).

Anyway, I listed all the posts that has F.A.N.G’s commentary. I use Google translate so I could read these lol. If you want to read the others, go here and make sure to switch the website’s language to Japanese: https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/list/all/8

March 31, 2016: INTRO: https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/100932

Company Tournament: https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/100933

Ryu vs Akuma Novel: https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/100968

April 8, 2016: AOP Idol Group 1: https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/112362

April 13, 2016: AOP Idol Group 2: https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/112416

April 15, 2016: Granblue Fantasy collab: https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/112465

April 19, 2016: Guile dlc: https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/112470

E-Sports RAGE: https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/112469

May 31, 2016: Ibuki DLC: https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/126074

June 10, 2016: General Story Mode (talking to a

Shadaloo worker) : https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/129899

June 28, 2016: Balrog DLC (Balrog and Vega is in this): https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/130180

July 2, 2016: RAGE Grand Finals (has Balrog) : https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/130223

August 31, 2016: Double Fight Money Event (Balrog and Vega included) : https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/130691

October 6, 2016: RAGE E-Sports & Dining Storia (with R. Mika!) : https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/130757

October 31, 2017: U x Treasure Collab (Rashid, Azam, and Kiki the monkey?!) : https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/news/132045

I wouldn’t be surprised if F.A.N.G’s added involvement on the Japanese website was one of the reasons that made him more appreciated over there than the rest of the world. At least that’s how I see it.

[roxannarambles]

teal mask fixit-fic on the fly part 3

(Current story so far: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4)

All of your friends were chattering, excited about dressing up and going to a local festival tonight that one of the Blueberry students had very shyly invited you all to. When you'd arrived at his home, he even loaned you all some Jinbei, their traditional garb; it was made of a silky, luxurious fabric and made the evening feel very special. Your Jinbei was a lush purple; Nemona's was a cheerful orange; Penny's was a rich crimson, and Arven's was a forest green. The young boy who had invited you all, Kieran, had yellow, and his older sister, Carmine, had a dark blue.

Kieran's grandparents were so welcoming and sweet. They seemed positively thrilled when their grandson had returned with so many new friends in tow. They took you all into their home as if you were their own grandchildren. The grandmother even spent extra time helping you and Nemona fix your hair up into an elegant side-bun, and the two of you gushed at each other at how amazing you both looked. (Penny's hair was too short for the style, but you suspected that was a relief for her; she already looked supremely embarassed and uncomfortable in the outfit as it was. When the grandmother gave her a pretty wrap to use in her hair instead, though, and you and Nemona told her how nice it looked, she smiled and blushed.) In the background, Carmine had been scowling and grumbling quietly, but it didn't surprise you. When you had arrived here earlier today, the first thing she did when she met you was chew you out and then challenge you to battle. Apparently she had felt she had something to prove. When she'd lost, she had remained bitter towards you. It seemed she wasn't too keen on any of the Naranja students here.

After you'd all finished dressing up, you headed to the shed to gather up the festival masks. It was the most important part of the costume, apparently; the festival was named the Festival of Masks, after all. When the Blueberry siblings had located the box of masks, you'd all gathered round and selected from them; you grabbed one that was pink had a beak. However, there was a problem; it seemed the box was short a mask for the group. Arven had ended up without one.

When Kieran offered to give his mask to Arven instead, though, his sister adamantly refused to let him, insisting it was "first come first serve." The siblings began to bicker, and in order to avoid an awkward situation, Arven spoke up.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't need a mask, it's fine."

The young boy Kieran brushed aside a long lock of dark hair in his face and quietly protested, "B-but, you're our guest, and I-I . . ."

His sister placed a protective hand on his shoulder and said,

"No way, Kiki. You love that dumb ogre mask, anyway, you don't need to give it up for anyone."

The boy trailed off, his eyes sad. Arven stepped a little closer to him and smiled, saying,

"Hey, cheer up, little bud! I'm a tough guy, I don't need a scary mask to keep me safe! I'm scary enough without the mask. Right guys?"

You and Nemona laughed. Penny rolled her eyes and said,

"Suuuuure."

After that, the group walked to the festival. Carmine had led the way, telling you all about the festival's traditions, bragging about how exciting and meaningful it was. Kieran and Arven had trailed a little further behind the group than the rest. While Nemona questioned Carmine about some game called 'Ogre Ousting,' the boys carried on a quiet conversation.

"Hey. Thanks again for offering your mask to me. I really am fine without one, so no worries, but, just wanted to say, I still appreciated you trying to include me."

The Blueberry Academy student nodded shyly and glanced away.

"S-sure . . . I, um, I know what it's like to be left out of things."

Arven frowned. He seemed to study the mask the boy currently had stuck to his head. It had a wide, toothy grin, yellow fangs and horns, a face surrounded by leaves.

"So this ogre guy, from the story. Isn't he the villian? I'm just wondering why you like him enough to wear his mask. Or maybe it's just fun the play the bad guy, huh?"

Kieran shook his head slowly.

"I-I . . . I don't think he's as bad as people make him out to be. I'm sure he's really strong, but . . . I never felt like he was evil when I heard the stories. Maybe just . . . lonely."

Arven raised a brow.

"Lonely?"

Kieran said,

"Yeah! He lives up there on the mountain top, all alone in his cramped little den. Everyone in the village is scared of him, so there's nobody for him to talk to. I think if it was me, I'd be a little cranky too."

Arven remained silent for a while, his expression strangely tense. Eventually, Kieran looked up at him, curious over his silence. Arven quickly smiled at him.

"Well, I tell ya what-- if I do happen to run into this ogre guy of yours, I promise I won't scream and run away like everyone else does."

The boy looked at him with wide, yellow eyes.

"You won't?"

Arven nodded, grinning.

"Nope. I'll try to talk to him. Even if he's a bit cranky. Everyone deserves a chance at making some friends, right?"

Kieran smiled, gratitude and awe reflected on his face.

"Yeah!"

He hesitated, then. He added,

"What if . . . um, what if the ogre doesn't feel like talking, though?"

Arven shrugged.

"Ehh, I guess then I'll . . . well, maybe I'll invite him to a quiet picnic."

"A picnic?"

"Yeah. I always feel less cranky after I've had somethin' to eat. And once somone's had a bite of one of my amazing, perfect sandwiches, they always wanna be buds with me!"

Kieran laughed a little, and you could see in his eyes that his heart looked a little lighter. Arven replied,

"What? I'm being serious!"

[blorbologist]

Hi!!! I love your One For Sorrow stories - your writing is incredible!! If you're still doing the Valentine's Day shorts, could I request one for either Perc'ahlia in the M9 (early-ish campaign as I'm still watching it) or anything Gilmore/Vax/Keyleth? Thanks!! <3

Hey anon! Thank you so much, you made my day! <33

This is some Gilmore/Vax/Keyleth, though focused more on Kiki and Gil because I had an Idea and this could be part of a bigger fic! Sorry it's... a lil angsty, because Whoops!

Scanlan has been breathing again for maybe fifteen, twenty minutes when Keyleth finds Gilmore.

“He’s alive again,” she says before he can ask. And then she tosses a tooth on the coffee table. 

Gilmore is unusually quiet as he picks it up and turns it over. The root is puckered with craters from Melora’s devouring curse, but the enamel otherwise did a good job of resisting long enough for Keyleth to collect a few handfuls. 

“... The groove near the point is intriguing,” Gilmore murmurs. He runs a thumb lightly over the serrated inner edge. Hissing when it cleaves a neat red line in the meat. “Am I to assume the owner was venomous?”

“This was Raishan’s.” 

His eyes widen. Which, fair: as stunted as she was from her disease, Raishan was still an ancient green. Was - it feels so good to put her in past tense. She had massive fangs that could fit neatly to Keyleth’s forearm. Those were too big to pry out in a rush. A blessing, then, that the monster had a second set of teeth along the palate. 

Mostly used them for talking, until she couldn’t - it was those claws that did the dirty work. It’s those that killed Percy. And Scanlan. 

It’s… that’s another thing she can leave behind in the past. Her friends, dead, again. 

Which is why she’s here.

“I have seven more,” says Keyleth. “Dragonbone is inherently magical, right? And Raishan could cast, too.”

Gilmore nods. “What are you looking to do with them?”

Keyleth’s chest rattles with her sigh. “I don’t - I don’t know, Gil! Something! She killed them, and everyone keeps dying, and I - I just don’t want it to happen again.” She crumples onto the couch beside him. 

Carefully, he loops an arm over her shoulder. Not like she might break, but like she might buck him off. They haven’t had much of a chance to talk, since she and Vax and he and Vax and whatever that made she and he. It was a lot. Everything was a lot. Lots of a lot. 

“I’m not quite the person to stay death,” Gilmore hums, a touch wry. “But - hm. I’m pretty sure I can make something of this that can help.” 

There’s quiet as, one-handed, he spins the fang. His bloody thumb draws two runes, drafts or ideas maybe, before it tires of bleeding. With his other he rubs soothing circles into Keyleth’s shoulder. It’s nice. 

She can’t let it stay nice. Scanlan was dead. Percy was dead. A couple of days ago Scanlan and Vex were dead. And before that Percy was dead. And before that -

“You know - you know -” Keyleth stops herself. It takes a few more passes of Gilmore’s fingers before she finds breath to continue. “Vax and I. I mean - we’re the only ones who haven’t died yet. And I don’t - I don’t know when that luck will run out, Gil.”

“Darling, I doubt the gods themselves could strike you down,” he declares. “As for Vax’ildan…” Now his strokes stutter. 

“I’ll get these done.” Promised instead, because they both know what Vax is like. Death dances with him, moth to a flame, forever unclear which is which until something stops moving. Maybe here it’s the light-lustful bug that will snuff out its damnation. Maybe.

Keyleth struggles to swallow. “Thanks, Gil. Do you mind if I just -”

“Not at all,” Gilmore chuckles, and they hug and stare at the tooth. Turning, so slowly, it’s hard not to see the blood far older than the sorcerer’s embedded in its serrations. 

(Scanlan, or Percy, or maybe her own?)

[littlebosslady7]

read The Home We Built. Can you describe Grey Hunt manor more?

Sure. That story is here. I know this probably or rather most definitely isn't architecturally sensical or sound, but to be fair, it changes depending on what fits in the story.

The outside is painted in gray of course, archery range off to the side. The front door, just a single door, blue. We enter through the foyer. Sometimes the walls are plain white or a pale yellow in my mind. There's a chandelier with a wood frame and elven crystals that appear branch like.

The living room has various paintings of snowdrops and blue roses done by both Percy and Keyleth. There's racks on the wall for Vex, Wolfe, and Leona to hang their bows, arrows, quivers, and whatnots. It's never used by Vex or the kids. LOL. They have a family portrait comissioned by a young artist named Genevive above the fireplace.

The kitchen has arched, rounded windows that allow for a lot of natural light. They have a massive kitchen island, the best quality stove, and a new fangled tall ice box. The door to that looks more like wood paneling. They have a nook with a round table by the window. Arrowheads, nicks on the island, and a few old food stains when the kids didn't want to eat their vegetables give the kitchen some character.

The hallway has each of the kids rooms'. Vesper's room is a lot of pinks and lavenders. She has huge parchment posters of her favorite musical artists of a pink troll, a purple tiefling, and a blue orc in a newsboy cap. All either old timey typewriter or calligraphy font.

The twins, they share. They argue about wanting to their own rooms on occasion, but to honest neither can sleep without Wolfe's snoring or the quiet little hoots, mid-slumber wing flaps from Leona's snow owl. They do have a deep purple curtain divider for privacy. Their walls are a rich coffee mocha color. Their parents decided that so there would be no arguments. Wolfe's side has a couple fencing trophies. Books on werewolves. Crude, for a 13-14 yr old wolf drawings under his bed. He has a few crude pamphlets/comic strips he stole from Uncle Scanlan. Men, women, NB individuals posing a bit too sexy. He thinks he can hide it well, but Vex and Percy catch on it and find it when they're with their tutors. Leona has archery trophies and a couple medals on their nightstand. They have books on fey and a series about a fairy/changeling royal romace on their shelves. Their floor is covered in multi-colored bowties, arrow parts, and dusty glasses cleaner clothes. Wolfe's is even worse. The boy leaves leftover food breakfast in bowls by his alarm clock.

Danny has mint green walls, a warm mural of a cherry tree and a friendly raven in it designed by Auntie Kiki. He has a toy box filled with various animal plushes and wooden airships/carriages. He has what starts out as the size of a doggy bed for Charlie, but eventually the cub needs let's say a sturdy twin bed. Percy and Vex ocassionally take away his lock picking kit he got from Auntie Pike, but a 4 year old boy and his trusty bear have ways.

Gwen has white walls with the mural of the two moons Catha and Ruidus. She has lots of fun baby books, rattles that change color, teething rings shaped like various animals -- bears, bees, lizard bee ect. She has blocks in the Infernal alphabet and bracelets, hats, and old clothes from Aunt Zee and Uncle Kash's twin girls. Her crib has little bite marks, especially when her fangs popped out. Her mobile has the stars.

Percy and Vex's master bedroom has their massive king sized bed, but honestly it's a bit more lumpy on Percy's side cuz Vex likes to spoon with both her legs tangled around him and her ear pressed to his left pec. They have Percy's short swords above their bed, which Vex isn't always fond of. Though they have come in handy. But it's a better, tamer visual of what they used to have before kids. A painting done by Percy in silhouette of Vex naked. Percy just saves that for his sketchbook now. They have a bed for Trinket that the kids will sometimes use. Lots of long cushions and sleeping bags tucked away in the closet for the kids. Their walls are cream colored. They have a little purple love seat, blue throw pillows, and a little table/tea cart for any warm drink.

Master closet is self explanatory. His and hers side. Massive dresser in the center with a few locked drawers for sexier things/hidden weapons.

Balcony on Vex's side of the room cuz she likes nature.

Second level has Percy and Vex's home office/study/quiet space. The walls are lined with tall shelves of books about various creatures, magical fauna surrounding the Parchwood. There's a secret short door for Trinket. Percy has his telescope in there. Vex has a few maps from her scouting. They have 2 separate desk where they go over the kids' schoolwork and expenses for the castle.

Percy's workshop covered in gears, tools, ect. He has a bunch of the kid's drawings, a small vase of seasonal flowers from Keyleth, letters piled from Pike and Scanlan, a long assembly desk, a literal drawing board, and there's a dropdown couch/sofa bed tucked away in a tall metal cabinet.

Pantry is self explanatory. They do have canned doughs from Pike, healthy cereals, fresh herbs, and veg. They also occasionally store a few gifts they hate in there.

Laundry room self explanatory, though they do have huge basins with enchanted washboards.

Vex and Percy have a spare room on the lower level, where they spar. They fence for fun, or honestly they do calming breathing exercises. Can't let those battle senses dull in times in peace.

Their bathroom not as spacious as the castle, but decent copper tub, chamber pot with a beaded cord to flush their waste.

The backyard has a swingset, sandbox, and a moderately sized airship (play house). A few of the kitchen staff live in a small, but easily livable bungalow between the lake and farm.

Lastly, they have secret doors that connect to various rooms.

[astralechoes]

(( for whoever you wanna answer for )) What is your town name and why? | Favorite villager(s)? | Is there a story behind this favorite? | Favorite season? | Does your town have an 'aesthetic'?

Gonna answer for me cause I actually have an island lol and haven't thought of much yet for oc's/canon muses.

What is your town name and why?

My island is called Moon Falls I wanted something that would work as like a nature style name that could also double as like a witchy/dark academia theme lol

Favorite villagers?

I think it's well known that I absolutely love Marshal, I also love Lolly & KiKi & Fang. Honestly I love so many villagers but Marshal has been a big fave of mine since new horizons came out

Is there a story behind this favorite?

I wanted Marshal cause I thought he was adorable but he was an absolute little shit on my island, always causing prank wars and he was in relationships with like three of my other islanders on my first island. He's a mess and I love him.

Favorite season?

The couple of weeks where we have cherry blossoms in Spring I absolutely love that it looks so pretty. Spring in general I also like Summer in game cause the summer shells are super cute.

Does your town have an aesthetic?

In the early stages of my new island currently so it's the standard map currently but the plan is cottagecore but witchy lol

@akechisjustic

[xolta]

anime recommendations list

Ted's Big ass anime recommendation list

(probably will update when i remember more) Tv series/ovas: Ghost in the shell stand alone complex(mystery cyber punk/ political thriller/ techno babel simualtior) Trigun(Space western) FLCL(Coming of age/ wacky mind fuckery) Panty and stocking with gaterbelt(comdey) Kill la Kill(action) Fist of the north star(action) Gin Sliver fang(action/ DOGS) Hunter x hunter(adventure/ never ending series) Cowboy bebop (space adventure/sadness) Space Dandy(comedy) Jojo's bizarre adventure(depends on the part okay) Revolutionary Girl Utena (face slaping action/drama) The Rose of Versailles( Drama) Blood plus(vampire bullshit) Saint Seiya: Knights of the Zodiac(action) Tiger Mask(wrestling) Ultimate muscle (wrestling) Lupin III(adventure/comdey) Neo Human Casshan(super hero) Charge men ken(Trash fire/ master class in shitty anime) Getter Robo(mecha) G Gundam(mecha) Yatterman(super hero) Cyborg 009 *The 2000s version i remember more(super hero) Gigantor(mecha) space pirate cobra/Space Cobra(space adventure) Armored Trooper Votoms(mecha) Kinnikuman(comdey/superhero/ wrestling) Golgo 13(manly spy action) Dragonball and dragon ball z(action) Sherlock Hound(furry comdey mystery) Bestars(Furry bullshit) Dirty Pair(space adventure) MD Geist (action) Wanna-Be's(female wrestling/ trash but fun trash) Kaiba(mind fuck/mystery) Ultraman USA(super hero/kaiju fighting) inuyasha( romance drama/rumikos wild ride) ranma 1/2(romance drama) Mad★Bull 34(fun trash) Shin Chan(comdey) Dragon half(comdey/fansty)

Dirty pair flash(scifi action) Iria: Zeiram The Animation(scifi action) Future GPX Cyber Formula Zero(future racing) Slayers(comdey fantasy) Card captor sakura (magical girl) xxxholic(drama) speed racer/mach no go go(racing/fun trash) Berserk(dark fantasy) Record of Lodoss War(fanstay) Steam Detectives(steam punk/mystery) Great Teacher Onizuka(drama/comdey) The Super Milk-Chan Show(comdey) Pokemon seasons 1-4(adventure/monster collecting) Big O (mecha/bullshit ending) Digimon season 1 (monster iskeai) RahXephon(mecha/mind fuckery) Wolf's Rain(drama mystery/ bullshit ending) Fullmetal Alchemist and brother hood(action) F-Zero: GP Legend(future racing/action adventure) Paranoia Agent(mystery/mind fuckery)

Eureka Seven(mecha) Akagi(thrilling drama) Gurren Lagann(mecha/badass) Kaiji: Ultimate Survivor(thrilling drama/) Afro samuri(action) Hellsing and hellsing ultimate(vampire tiddy sim/fun trash) Spice and Wolf(romance/drama/economics 101) Soul Eater(action) Birdy the Mighty: Decode (super hero) Puella Magi Madoka Magica(magical girl/sadness/magical girl Valhalla ) Tiger & Bunny(super hero/dilfs) Inferno cop(comdey/ stupidity) Love, Chunibyo, & Other Delusions(romance/comdey) Parasyte(action horror) My Love Story!!(romance/comdey) SHIMONETA(comdey/dirty jokes) KonoSuba(iskeai parody) Mob Psycho 100(action/supernatural) Yuri!!! on Ice(sports/romance) Made in Abyss*i only seen season 1(adventure/child endangerment) Megalo Box(sports) Banana Fish(crime drama) SSSS.Gridman(kaiju fighting super hero) Dororo 2019 version(action) Ranking of Kings(fantasy adventure/drama)

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Howl's Moving Castle(Drama)

Spirited Away(drama)

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Perfect Blue(Mystery thriller)

Paprika(Thriller)

Princess Mononoke(Drama) Howl's Moving Castle(Drama) Spirited Away(drama) Pom poko(comdey) Perfect Blue(Mystery thriller) Paprika(Thriller) The Girl Who Leapt Through Time(sicfi/drama) Redline(racing) Little Witch Academia (fantasy) Marry and the witches flower(fantasy) Promare (action) Belle(musical/drama)

[phantoms-lair]

Mystery March 24: Fear

So who remembers the Hurt Lewis in Feudal Era Inuyasha AU from 2016?

(Long story short Arthur= Inyasha, Vivi = Kagome, Lewis is a reincarnation of the Shikon Jewel, , and Kiki was the name we gave to our Kikyo analog. Lewis also becomes more demony the more sahrds are corrupted)

“How do you deal with it?’ Lewis asked, leaning against the well while he waited for Vivi to return.

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” Arthur said from his usual spot on a tree branch.

Lewis sighed as if trying to find the right words. “Changing.” he settled on.

Arthur looked at him pointedly. “Again, you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“When...when your hair darkens.” Lewis didn’t want to be any more specific about the time when his friend was at his weakest. He didn’t think anyone was listening, but wouldn't take that chance. “You live in a between state as one thing, then change into another without having any control.”

“It’s part of being a half breed.” Arthur shrugged. “I don’t like it, but it’s still a part of who I am. Why do you ask?”

“I’m terrified.” Lewis admitted. “All the time. My soul’s been shattered into hundreds of pieces and how human I am depends on who’s holding them.” He looked at his hands. They looked mostly human, maybe his nails a tad sharper than they would have otherwise been. But he knew that could change in an instant, become black and white talons perfect for rending flesh from bone.

“What happens if I get all the pieces of my soul back and I’m still not human? What if I never was one? I mean, my soul is a rock. Humans don’t have rocks for souls.” His voice rose in pitch as his hysteria began to build. “Heck, Kiki seems to think I’m just a rock that learned to talk.”

“Yes but Kiki is a self centered bitch who shouldn’t be given the time of day, much less insight into your soul.” Arthur hopped down. “And you’re more human the more of your souls is purified, so you should be pretty human as long as you have at least half or more of the shards.”

Lewis failed to comforted, but Arthur couldn’t blame him. The truth was he had every reason to be scared. He had a hard enough time opening up to people, he couldn’t imagine the feeling of strangers constantly trying to steal bits and pieces of his soul.

Arthur may have been looked down upon for what he was by both humans and demon, but he was at least comfortable in his own skin. Lewis was having his identity shuffled across the board, with his physical form, abilities, and temperament shifting based on how many of the jewel shards were being held by other people and what those people’s intentions were.

But telling Lewis that he should be afraid likely wouldn’t help, so he did the only thing he could. Keep him company until Vivi got back with the supplies.

The only way to erase that fear from his friend was one shard at a time. And Arthur would fight fang and claw to make it happen.

[agente319]

(😎)to everyone who hates me i want to say that you have failed to make me stop and that my parents have said that if you continue to threaten me they will call the police and then the police will call the platform and they will not be happy.

(😱)to everyone who likes me i want to say: you have helped me through the threats and i love you all and i have been sick from all the stress of keeping up to date so i want to say i won't be able to keep mine on track every day so i now double the platform as a place for my lego star wars skywalker saga pictures so i don't get sick from the stress again.

I'm Swedish so I use Google translate so it may sound strange but I can speak 100% pure English but I'm only 60% good at text so I listen to the words to see if I'm spelling correctly

[pastelgrungewrecker]

The Littlest Vampire

 Kiki was used to not being understood. She missed school often- spending her days at Papa Ratchet’s hospital and being hooked up to so many machines she lost count. Dark circles and getting tired so easily.

It was her first week of eighth grade when she returned to school to something smeared on her desk. Minced garlic.

Her teacher shook his head, scoffing when Kiki asked for help cleaning up the strong smelling substance- saying it wasn’t so difficult, it was just a silly prank, the smell didn’t REALLY hurt her chest like she rasped that it did.

The same teacher that threatened to snatch away her inhaler as she sat a row away, squeezing her eyes shut against the burn of lungs struggling.

Another new teacher, another problem class. Another day of the school’s nurse looking at her with so much pity as Dani hugged her with one arm and glared wooden stakes and carpenter’s nails at anyone who stepped close.

Another week. Another garlic incident- this time in English class; in English class where Kiki cracked open her beat up school copy of Dracula and droned through the chapters. Reading descriptions of tired and sickly bodies that reminded her of her own- even though the ones in the novel were like cicada husks or old corn silk and hers felt like autumn leaves on the sidewalk.

She was so tired.

Another week, another prank; this time she was held in her seat while another student prodded at her lips- laughing about her hiding fangs. At least in English, the teacher would stop them- would berate them with lungs and eyes and words stronger than Kiki’s were today.

The worst was yet to come.

They say children can be the cruelest of them all- that they are still learning boundaries, that they are still testing the waters of socializing; but there’s something to be said about adult choices.

It came when Kiki waited for Dani in the bleachers- wheezing softly through her cloth mask as she did whenever the weather changed. It came when no one was looking and Kiki suddenly felt the eyes against her back and then her backpack was being pulled so hard.

She gagged hoarsely as she tilted back with no control- feeling the solid metal edge of the bleachers slam into her spine and her hearing went tinny as she tried to steady her airflow. In, and out. In, and out. Don’t rush, don’t rush-

“GET STAKED, FUCKIN’ WEIRDO!”

The double fist that hit her chest changed it all. She shrieked in pain, and the mocking, laughing faces around her dropped in horror as they all heard the crack. As her tears came thick and fast and all she could do was sob as her limbs shook from the pain.

Someone was screaming her name. She closed her eyes and wailed louder when she heard the sound of flesh bouncing off of metal and creaked open one eye to see retreating backs and blood on a shirt collar.

“It’s okay, it’s okay Kickass- I’m here okay? Sis is here, I’m callin’ Dad just breathe for me okay?”, said Dani’s voice from far away.

The official diagnosis was two cracked ribs. Kiki curled up on herself the best she could in the hospital bed that had become to familiar to her over the years. 

She thought back to Dracula. Back to the stories of the undead, the pariah’d, the forgotten.

Thought back to her teacher speaking to the class.

“Vampires, as characters, are the humanization of tragedy- they take, they kill, they do so much cruelty. They are described as sickly and ugly- but you must understand. Each one was MADE that way; Each one was created by someone, someone who did not understand what love really and truly means. What devotion really and truly means. They are made and taught this way by others who were made and taught this way; and then placed in a world where it is easier to destroy anything that reminds us that cruelty is possible by anyone.”

The book taps against the desk, “After all- HUMANS. Made vampires. So what do vampires say about us?”

Her tears feel viscous. The door creaks. She turns her head slowly to see Ratchet- worried in his gruff and loving way; and Perceptor, fretful and scared. 

“They think I’m a vampire.”, she said softly, “Cause I’m so sick all the time. They put garlic on my desk and they busted my chest to stake me.”

Ratchet rumbles- a precursor of an old grizzly’s protective anger.

Perceptor’s face fell; he skirted the shadows reaching out from under the bed and settled on the edge of the medical mattress.

“Did this start with your new English class? The AP one?”

She nods.

“Oh... Oh my baby.”, he croons. Perceptor moves to lay next to his littlest one and pet her thick curls, “Tell me what happened.”

The words tasted like her medication- thick and sticky and sour in ways she can’t explain because how do you explain what isolation tastes like? The words catch on her tongue and the inside of her cheek like dye caplets to see where her childhood was failing next.

Ratchet’s rumbling and grumbling grew with every pause for breath before he finally excused himself- something about calling Nana and having “words” with the principal.

Perceptor sighed, kissing Kiki’s head before he spoke, “Babymine... Do you know why Dracula is sometimes called a love story?”

Silence, followed by, “It is?”

Perceptor nods, “Yes, sweetie- it is. With stories, there are many versions of each one. And with Dracula... There is a reason he became a vampire. And it was a princess.”

Kiki carefully pushed up onto one elbow.

Perceptor smiled, “He loved his princess, his wife so much. So much, that when she was killed he couldn’t know peace. He wanted nothing more than to find her again, and swore he’d never rest- never die, until he found her again.”

Kiki looked down.

“He lived for hundreds, maybe thousands of years... all to find the person he cared about most in the whole universe and say I Love You one more time. Because... sometimes, love is like that.”

“...But, in the book he looks so sick and scary and-”

“And the book was written by a man who thought sick people were dirty, sweetheart. Many people back then would... take things, and reinvent them, so they could use them to hurt anyone they didn’t like.”

Kiki fell quiet.

“Monsters are only monsters to people who’ve never been Othered.”, said Perceptor softly, “Monsters are only scary to people who make monsters out of neighbors.”

Kiki settled back down into her hospital bed, snuggling against her father as the chimes of the machines lulled her to sleep.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Somewhere downtown, Principal Q. N. Tesson jolts out of his nap to his wife holding out the phone to him with fury on her face.

“Hello?”

“Well howd’ya do Sir! This is CMO Ratchet calling to ask WHY THE FUCK YOU HAVE SOME SHITSTAIN SNOTNOSE CROTCHGOBLINS BEATING MY SICK KID FOR FUN?!”

The Tesson household knew no peace that evening- or for the next eight months after the phone call was transferred... Transferred to the Reinstated Head of New Kimia Research and Development; and lawyer for a certain wheezy girl.

[sabraeal]

Desert & Reward, Chapter 9

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Obiyukiweek 2020, Day 6: Courtesy Exhibit manners. Be polite and attentive. Be respectful of host, authority, and women.

Unlike the other fancy soirees Obi has attended in Wistal, his stag night is not in the grand ballroom. Too informal an occasion, Yori had said, and for a moment, he lets himself believe this might be all right. It wouldn’t be a boisterous night of hot toddies followed by a morning of hangovers like Hiro’s, or even a quiet affair-- as much as the brothers Lowen would allow-- held by the hearth like Sir’s, but humble enough that he didn’t feel like a thief wearing an imposter’s crown.

One look at the crowd teaming on the veranda and he knows: he’s an idiot.

Every man attending your nuptials will be there, Kiki had warned him, Izana has shown you the guest list, hasn’t he?

Oh no, that had been a detail that slipped through the iron trap of His Majesty’s memory. Last he’d heard, the plan was discreet, but befitting your station. He’d assumed that meant small; there was no way a knight-- even one who answered to the prince himself-- merited a grand fete for his wedding.

He’d forgotten: a marquis did.

“Ah,” His Majesty’s lips curl as he catches sight of him, plucking a flute of champagne off a passing tray. “If it isn’t the man of the hour.”

Obi stares at the glass pressed into his hand, and with the barest hesitation, downs it entirely.

“Ha ha.” The king’s eyebrows rise with his smile. “Do try for temperance tonight, my dear marquis. It wouldn’t do to start a marriage with a scolding, after all.”

Or, as his wife as so delicately put it, limp groom. Not that he’d have to worry about any of that.

The empty flute disappears from his hand, replaced by another. “Mine, or yours?”

His Majesty’s smile loses its shine, but the shadows give it sincerity. “Oh, who is to say she’d only stop at one?”

His mouth curls behind a crystal rim. “Oh, my miss would have us both to rights.”

If he didn’t know better-- and at this point, Obi’s not certain he does-- he could swear the king looks fond as he says, “She would at that.”

The moment doesn’t last; in a breath His Majesty’s mask settles back in place, smile wide and utterly insincere. “This may not be what you thought it would,” he murmurs, tone pitched low to obscure his words but bright enough to conceal his meaning, “but do try to make the best of it.”

Obi’s fingers clench tight around his flute. “A funny thing to say to a man on his wedding night.”

“Maybe on a different night. Maybe to a different groom.” The kings turns from him with a meaningful glance. “Enjoy yourself. My brother labored over this to make it so you could.”

He glances at the passed trays, filled with tiny canapes, at the endless parade of footmen carrying champagne, at the endless press of lords and their knights, and tries to picture the time in which he’d find any of this enjoyable. He fails before he’s even begun.

“Well,” His Majesty hums, lips twitching at a corner as he strolls away, “I never said he did it particularly well.”

A lifetime ago, he’d spent the night in a barrel.

A boy his age should have been too big to fit, but he’d always been small, underfed and overworked, and on that night he’d been lucky, too. With the scent of rotting fruit pressed all around him, he’d held his breath for minutes at a time, hoping that he could stay quiet enough to live until morning. And now--

Now the king of Clarines was eating finger foods at his stag night.

Lata had told him once, the longer you live, the more absurd life becomes. He’d thought that was some stuffy noble thing, but--

“Lord Obi!” An unremarkable blond man breaks through the crowd, clasping his wrist. “What a pleasure to finally meet!”

--He was starting to see his point. “Ah, I...wish I could agree.”

The lord laughs, open and friendly, and Obi is entirely certain he’s never seen this man in his life. “Ah, of course. I know you by reputation only. My name is Asanagi Sui.”

Sui; a name he knows all too well. Its last lord was on of the first casualties of His Majesty’s campaign to cut away the corruption in Clarines. Which would mean this man--

“We are neighbors, are we not?” Sui asks, a guileless smile on his face as he snatches a scallop from a tray. “Not quite next door, but a few manors down, one might say.”

--An ally of His Majesty’s. A trusted one, if he’d made it onto the king’s short list of conspirators.

“Ah, yes.” A map of Clarines unfurls in his mind’s eye; after all this business with Conti, it’s practically tattooed on the back of his eyelids. “You’re next to Forenzo.”

“Just so.” He casts a curious glance around the veranda. “I’m surprised to see that none of them have come to celebrate your nuptials. I was under the impression that you were quite close with your neighbors.”

“Ah, well...” Obi grimaces, rubbing at the back of his head. “Lata isn’t so fond of this kind of thing. Takes him away from his work too much, he says. Last time we lured him out to one, it was with a grant.”

“Ah, yes,” Sui says, stilted, that wide smile faltering. “I do, hm, remember him saying something similar to me.”

He tries to picture Lata exchanging more than two words with this ray of sunshine and fails. “You talked to him?”

“Yes, a handful of times,” he admits, taking a delicate sip of champagne. “That one was at my wedding...”

Obi chokes on a laugh, just barely keeping the corners of his mouth schooled. “Well that...sounds just about right.”

“His father’s much the same,” Sui confides, voice trembling with a laugh, “loath to leave his manor for any reason that isn’t shooting season.”

“Not really?” Obi can’t wait to pitch that particular morsel at the professor once he’s back at Lyrias. He’ll be so pleased to be reminded how much he resembles his father. “That does explain a bit about Lata, though.”

“Doesn’t it just?” Sui glances over his shoulder before stepping close, mouth rounded in a conspiratorial curve. “You know, I met your bride once.”

Out of any other man, the words would have been pointed, a prelude to an insult. From Sui’s lips it is an anecdote, not a cut; a way of making more pleasant conversation.

“Oh?” Six years by Miss’s side has him sure he’s never seen him save in passing; just another pleasant face in a glittering crowd.

“Yes! Years ago, now.” His face brightens with the memory, and ah, he has met her. “His Majesty introduced us.”

His hand tightens, only the brittle sway of crystal reminding him not to crush it. “You don’t say.”

“It’s true,” Sui continues blithely, “a funny story, really. He told me she was his new secretary. One of his little games, you know.”

“Little games.” Oh, he knew all about those. “Of course.”

“Yes! Though at the time, I had thought it must be about--” Sui’s teeth snap shut with a click. “Ah...never mind.”

“No, go ahead,” he manages, tone deceptively light. “I haven’t heard this story before.”

“Ah...” Sui glances at his flute, mouth settling into a pale grimace. “It’s really...”

“Please,” he murmurs pleasantly, “I insist.”

“A-ah, well, I has been under the impression that she, ah--” he swallows, finger pulling at the knot of his cravat-- “had been a particular companion of His Highness. But,” he quickly amends, “I must have been mistaken.”

“Perhaps.” Obi lets his mouth stretch into a particularly pointed grin. “That was years ago now. Before I met her. And things do have a way of...changing.”

“Right, yes.” Sui’s smile fades paper thin. “Change.”

“Ah, Lord Obi,” a snake hisses in his ear. “The man of the hour--” oh, how quickly he’s becoming tired of that phrase-- “let me congratulate you on your accomplishment.”

Sui recoils as Luigis slithers between them; Obi’s growing fond of the man already. “Hisame Luigis,” he says, like a man curses a stone in his boot, “I would have never thought to find you here.”

His tone implies his sentence is incomplete, and that the other half of it is instead of in a gaol cell. The snake bares his fangs, so polite, so polished. “I could hardly miss such an opportunity. Not when Sir Obi and I have so much in common.”

Sui’s gaze darts dubiously between them. “Do you?”

Obi’s mouth hooks into a sneer. “We share a master.”

One of his worse ideas, just below trusting the Bergatts, and a little above hiring Obi himself.

“A lord,” Luigis corrects tightly. “Not all of us are dogs needing a master to hold our leash.”

“Funny.” He takes a long drag of his champagne. “You never gave me the impression of knowing when to heel.”

Luigis grins, no humor in him. “And yet you always gave me the impression of a mutt waiting for his turn.”

It would be the height of impropriety to commit homicide at a stag night-- he wouldn’t be the first, and at least it would be at his own, unlike certain knights he knew-- but oh, this snake is just asking to be defanged, permanently--

“But that is neither here nor there,” Luigis drawls, as if his impending death bores him. “I must admit I wandered over this way to inform his lordship that I found something that might interest him.”

Sui nearly sags in relief. “Ah, well, then I suppose I should leave you gentlemen to it,” he says, his smile struggling to stay on his face. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of confidences between colleagues.”

Colleagues. The man could have slapped him and he’d be less offended. “We’re not--”

“You’re too kind,” the snake simpers, and oh, he could ring his bandy neck if he wasn’t-- “If you would come this way, Lord Obi.”

“If I must,” he manages.

“You must,” Luigis informs him, none of that noble politesse lingering on his face. “Now get over here.”

Luigis leads him on a circuitous path around the veranda, winding down to a lower balcony a staircase away from the main party. Not so far that he has left the crowd, but quiet, at least. Isolated.

The former Knight Captain clucks his tongue when he drags his feet, mouth drawn in annoyance.

“It would be just as easy to poison you in there as out here,” he chides, impatient, “and you know it.”

“We both know you would never stoop to a poisoning. That’s much more Touka Bergatt’s style.” He arches a narrow brow. “I think you’re much more of a dagger-in-the-ribs kind of murderer, or maybe even a garrote--”

“Dramatics do not become you, Lord Obi,” the snake rattles.

“Really?” he drawls, flouncing down the stairs with as much feeling as he can conjure. “But I learned from the best.”

Luigis stares at him, blank. “I do not know how Prince Zen put up with you.”

“I’m very pretty.”

“You’re obnoxious.”

“Now, now, Sir Hisame,” Obi drawls, wallowing in the hollow ring of his title, “is that how a knight speaks to his betters?”

The snake’s skin sheds, and Obi fears no man-- besides the marquis, of course-- but he’d be a lot more comfortable if Hisame wasn’t looking at him like that.

“Get down here,” he mutters, turning his back to him. “I thought a bridegroom would be more eager to see his beloved.”

“What--” his voice is a whip crack, cutting into the night-- “do you mean by that?”

Luigis huffs, patience worn thin. “You’d know already if you’d stop dawdling.”

“I’m not dawdling,” Obi grumbles, hurrying down the rest of the steps, “I’m making an entrance.”

“You’re being a nuisance,” he corrects, as peevish as always. “Do you want to see her or not?”

Ah, now there was a threat to get him moving. “What have you done to my mistress?

Luigis clucks his tongue. “I haven’t done anything to her. Though you might want to get accustomed another pet name if you want to convince the rest of these heels of your love-match.”

He grits his teeth. Sloppy, dropping his guard in front of the snake.

Obi sidles up to the balustrade; a cursory inspection reveals that it’s just a little too high for a man to conveniently fall from. Not that decent reasoning has ever stopped a terrible accident from happening, but it would be a cold day in hell before Obi let a man like Luigis get the drop on him.

“So,” he drawls, leaning an arm on the rail. The garden spills out below them, though it’s not Miss’s stomping grounds. This is the decorative one, complete with useless fountains and a laughably easy hedge maze. “Is there some reason I should be im--?”

A giggle bubbles into the air, wafting up to the balcony on the wind. He’d know that sound anywhere.

His heart surges at the flash of red flitting between the hedges, quick as a bird. But it’s not, not with the crowd of blonde and brown and black following along behind it. His vantage is made clear as the red scurries further into the maze, and-- ah, there she is, too far away to make out more than the burnished glow of her hair and the shimmering fabric of her gown.

So this is what the ladies were up to tonight. He knew he should have made Kiki his best man.

“Ah, see? We’re not so different after all,” the snake murmurs. “We both like to bask in what was never meant to be ours.”

Kiki saunters after the press, and oh, when the moonlight hits her, she could be one of those goddesses Master is always on about. The kind that hunted by moonlight and turned men into tree for looking at them naked.

Obi had always thought something like that might appeal to her; Miss Kiki would certainly be itching to try if she caught Hisame Luigis looking at her the way he is now.

He turns a feral smile towards the former Knight Captain. “At least some of us didn’t use lies to get it.”

Luigis stares back, impassive. “Oh, did we not?”

My name is Obi, Miss, he’d said, the second lie he’d ever told her, and I have many aliases and many secrets.

He clenches his jaw. “Well, some of us didn’t go on to commit treason.”

Against all expectation, the snake grins. “You have me there.”

“It seems as if all the south is here at your wedding,” Luigis remarks after a long moment, crossing his arms over the balustrade. He may play at a casual pose, but oh, Obi knows his gaze hasn’t strayed, not one inch. “What a lucky man you must be to inspire such a press.”

Obi’s mouth twists into a rueful grin. “I think we both know none of this is for me.”

“Of course not.” Strange how much more palatable this snake was when he wasn’t trying to hide his scales. “His Majesty only invited lords he could trust. Ones that toe his line.”

He huffs out a laugh. “And somehow you still made the short list.”

Luigis favors him with a brittle smile. “Only due to the magnanimity of our mutual master. And yet...” He casts a wary glance back toward the veranda. “No northern lord has merited an invite.”

Obi frowns, following his gaze. “Or maybe they refused. It is a long trip. Short notice.”

“Perhaps,” he hums, mouth pulled into a grim line. “Perhaps. You all never did catch Conti, did you?”

His gaze darts up to his. “What do you--?”

“Sir Hisame.”

The both start, a fact that does not escape the crystal trap of His Majesty’s eyes. His mouth curls, threatening the sort of good humor a cat has when the canary’s between its paws. “I hate to interrupt, but I do believe you are hogging the groom.”

The snake’s smile fades to harmlessness. “Apologies, Your Majesty. Sir Obi and I have so much in common now that we both are in Prince Zen’s service.”

“Of course,” His Majesty agrees, utterly insincere. “I’m sure the marquis has much wisdom to impart about my brother’s idiosyncrasies. Still...I do hope you’ll spare me a few minutes to have a word with my vassal.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” The snake flashes his fangs at Obi. “He’s all yours.”

The king of Clarines is still as he watches Luigis disappear into the press, his polite smile firmly in place as he says, “Kiki dodged an inconvenient accident with that one.”

Obi coughs. “Your Majesty?”

Master always threatens to tie bells to him, but it’s His Majesty that moves silently, sweeping in beside him with little more than a whisper of his cape over the stone. “I trust you are finishing your engagement agreeable.”

“As little of it as there is,” Obi replies, guarded. Miss still bobs through the hedges, obvious to his keen eye, but oh, how he hopes it is not the same for the king.

“What can I say? You are a passionate man,” he remarks dryly, peering out over the gardens. “Once you discovered your love, it took you mere days to marry. Unless, of course, you rather a longer courtship? It’s not too late to change history.”

Obi’s mouth pulls flat. “I suppose that depends on how much Tanbarun know about Master and Miss, doesn’t it?”

“Ah, how very reasonable of you.” The king lifts a brow, impressed. “I should be grateful for it. If you had shared my brother’s temperament, I would have had to do quite the dance to explain that swap of wives.”

He shouldn’t rise to the bait. Izana Wisteria, first of his name, never mentions anything off-hand; each turn of conversation is planned, a gambit he has weighed and measured before placing his bet. He is not the sort of man who asks a question unless he has already devised the answer to it.

He knows all that and still, still-- “Really? I would have thought one up-jumped common girl would look the same as any other in this court.”

His Majesty’s smile sharpens, and oh, he’s some kind of idiot leaving an opening like that against a master swordsman. “I would commend you for that observation, my lord, had not the engagement party taken place. Months ago now.”

Months ago. Yesterday he had asked since when, and Miss would not meet his eyes, but now-- now--

His knuckles blanch on the balustrade. “How long?”

His Majesty’s eyes alight, and oh, he’s falling right into his trap, but it’s hard to care when the answer is, “Oh, half a year ago, now? Perhaps more. Not long after you’d left to go north. Your title was part of the marriage agreement.”

Obi blinks. “Excuse me?”

“The title to Conti,” His Majesty repeats, “Countess Yuris was quite clear that as part of her reward for liberating it from its last lord, the march should go to a man that would be sympathetic to her island’s struggles. When we offered your name, she agreed. Quite quickly, if I may say so”

His thoughts are a storm, a hurricane, and oh, there are a thousand more important things whipping through his skull, but the only one that surfaces is, “Kihal?”

Doesn’t a marquis outrank a countess, he’d teased, only hours ago, and she’d rolled her eyes, but-- but--

She chose this. Chose him. Ha, he knew she liked him, no matter how much she complained.

“So you can see what sort of trouble I would be in had you decided to be as belligerent as my brother,” the king continues, watching him carefully. “Perhaps if we committed to the deception, I could convince them that she dyed her hair, but losing two inches, hm...” He lifts a shoulder. “A hard proposition. And I doubt Marquise Conti would have be any less of a firebrand than Countess Yuris.”

The king laughs, but his smile is an invitation to think of all the things he has left unsaid, all the slights from which a countess would never recover from. There was no way to exchange Miss and Kihal, no way to pretend confusion when they had already presented her as Master’s consort-to-be. Everyone would have known she was put aside, shunted off to a loyal retainer to smooth over ruffled feelings. A consolation prize and a reward all wrapped into one.

Fine enough, if she was just some lord’s daughter. But Kihal was Countess Yuris, a lord in her own right with a seat on the council, and to insult her in such a way--

Well, Master’s reputation would recover, but hers never would. And Miss--

Miss would be a party to it. All because Master could not resist the chance to have what he gave up willing. Months ago.

“You look quite thoughtful, Conti,” His Majesty observes pointedly. “Perhaps--”

“That’s not my name,” he says, because it is rote, it is safe, and nothing else that roils inside him is.

The king’s mouth curves, pleased. “Ah, my apologies--”

“Brother.”

Master stands at the top of the stairs, all billowing cape and shining hair like an illumination of a folk tale’s prince-- but it is soured by the grim set of his mouth and the hard gleam in his eye. “I see you’re both taking in the evening.”

“Can you blame us?” His Majesty sweeps a hand toward the garden below. “We have have such a pleasant view.”

Master’s brows take a dubious slant as he approaches the balustrade, peering over as if he suspects His Majesty might take the opportunity to become an only sibling. “What--?”

A flash of red darts through the hedge again, and Master’s mouth pulls thin, skin pale in the moonlight.

“Well then.” The king smiles, all teeth. “I see you’ve become as enchanted as we have.”

“I’d like to speak to Obi,” Master grits out, never pulling his gaze from Miss. “Alone.”

“Of course.” His Majesty floats away, too pleased. “A lord does have his duty on the night of his vassal’s wedding, after all.”

He should say something. It always been his job to break the tension; it would be too easy to do it now. Don’t worry, Master, he would say, you don’t need to explain to me how a lord does his duty.

But he can’t. Not when he remembers how proudly Master had worn Kihal on his arm. Not when he knows how easily he would have scuttled her reputation, her entire island’s hope for safety, if only to have what he wanted. Still, given the same choice, could he say he would have done any different?

Yes. He would have married her when his damn knight asked him on his knees to do it.

“I was thinking.” Master drags his gaze from the maze, finally meeting his.

“Funny,” Obi grits out, hands flexing at his side. “So was I.”

He takes in a breath, lets it out. This is fine. It’s practically tradition for the groom to punch his best man the night before the wedding, isn’t it?

“I don’t hold your reins.”

His head jerks up. “Master--?”

“Not anymore,” Master continues, the words solemn, his shoulders rolled in a rueful curve. “You’re a lord in a your own right now, Obi. Your earned that. Ten times over.”

He stares. “Ma--?”

“No, don’t. I...I think--” Master steps forward, pained smile parting his lips--“it’s time you called me Zen.”

“I--” His hands are trembling now, but not from anger. “I can’t. I couldn’t. Master--”

Pale hands reach up to clasp his shoulders. “You’re a marquis. And beyond that, a personal friend.” He laughs, bitter. “I should have told you that a long time ago. It’s not like I make Mitsuhide stand on tradition. And Kiki...”

Obi lets out an inhuman wheeze. “They’d never find the body.”

“That’s putting it lightly.” He slings an around around him. Obi staggers under the weight. “ Come on. I think it’s high time we got you respectably drunk.”

 “I...” Obi swallows, throat so tight it nearly chokes him. “I think I don’t know who Miss will scold more.”

He laughs, mouth widening into a grin. “What, and miss the chance to get both of us at once?”

The world lurches into place as Obi says, “You know, your Honorable Brother said the same thing...”

His jaw drops. “No! He didn’t, take that back.”

Obi grins, sauntering beside him. “Miss says I may joke, but I never lie.”

He groans. “Let’s just get you drunk already.”

Obi snickers. “Sounds like a good idea, M--” he bites down on the word. “...Zen.”

In the lamplight, Obi is sober as a schoolmarm, hoofing down the hall with a spring in his step and a song on his lips. A song he can’t quite remember with lyrics that seemed clearer in his head, but-- sober. No tipping or slurring whatsoever. Sir would be proud.

It’s when he gets to his room, the lights extinguished-- don’t know why, it’s not like Yori didn’t know where he was going-- that things start to fall apart.

Namely the lamp. That falls right to pieces when it hits the floor. Oil soaks straight into the carpet. The king will probably bill him for that. One (1) Viandese carpet, stained. One (1) priceless antique oil lamp, smashed. Oh, to see Morel’s face when he gets that letter. Won’t be attending any more weddings, that’s for certain.

Not a problem. Wouldn’t be attending this one either, if he wasn’t the groom.

Ooh, the groom. The groom that would need to be upright and art--- art-- able to use words. Things. And stuff. For the...word things. Important word things.

He bends down, trying to pick up the lamp. Ouch. Nope. Leaving that for Yori. Miss will scold him if he draws any more blood tonight.

Miss. Miss, who he’s going to marry tomorrow. Who will be very put out if he can’t word good. Talk good. WORD THINGS.

Or would she? He’s just got to make it through the ceremony. Doesn’t need him after that. No worries about a limp groom, no matter what Her Majessy says. Majosty. Mejesty. Whatever. Him not being able to perform would probably be a relief, if Miss--

Knock knock knock.

He blinks. That’s not at his door.

Knock knock.

It’s on his wall. Can’t open that.

Knock knock knock, it persists, after a bit of a pause. Knock knock.

OH. It’s Miss. She’s talking to him. Through the wall. How nice.

She’s started a third round by the time he stumbles close, picking out the same pattern on the paper.

Knock knock knock, he replies. I’m here.

Miss, never one for subtlety, breaks into a run. He stands there, brow knitted. Why a ru--?

Her balcony door swings open.

Oh, she wants to see him. Now. Right now. How he is.

He stares down at his costume, and well, all right, it’s seen better days. Better hours at least. But Miss Kiki-- Mrs Kiki now? -- knows what she’s doing. He looks presentable.

He takes off the cravat anyway. And the jacket. He’d be out of the waistcoat too, if there were any less steps for him to take.

“Obi,” she breathes, cheeks flushed. “You’re back.”

“Miss.” He’s not prepared to see her, not when she’s in her nightgown already, shawl wrapped tight around her shoulders. Might as well be back in Tanbarun with a set up like this. “Would have made it hard to knock if I wasn’t.”

A laugh bubbles out of her, her eyes wide. “Yeah,” she agrees, hiccuping up another. “I guess so.”

“You know...” He saunters toward the balustrade with a swagger. Or maybe swaggering with a saunter? Eh, a saucy walk. That’s the thing. Reminding her he’s got some hips and he’s not afraid to use ‘em. “It’s bad luck for the groom to see his bride before the wedding.”

“Good thing our wedding happened two months ago.” Her mouth curves into a little smirk he’d love to put his mouth on. Which he won’t, because they aren’t like that. Mouth friends. “So there’s nothing to ruin.”

Sound logic. That’s what he likes about her. And everything else, too.

“I saw you tonight.” She wrinkles her nose, like she’s only just hearing her own words. “On the balcony, I mean. At your stag night. It looked like fun.”

A laugh heaves from him, unbidden. “I promise you were having more at yours.”

At least until Honorable Brother opened up the good stuff. One for the road, he’d said. Or wait, no. Didn’t say that. But well, something like it. Close enough.

“I wish I was with you,” she sighs, voice thick with longing.

“You would have been very, very bored,” he promises. “I'd like to have been running around that maze instead.”

He’d caught more than a few pairs unaware in there. He would have liked to catch Miss unaware too. Maybe even been caught by--

“But I would have been with you,” she insists, and she must mean something more for the way she frowns, as if even her own words weren’t working properly. “I mean--” she sighs, frustrated. “Obi...”

Miss hesitates, gaze flicking up to catch his, and with no more warning than a clench of her jaw, she crawls over the balustrade and leaps onto his balcony. She stumbles over the lip of his own rail, but he’s already there, arms out to catch her.

“Miss,” he laughs, breathless. “My heart almost stopped.”

She laughs too, but it stills as her hand curls into his shirt. She lays it flat against his chest. “But it didn’t.”

It didn’t. It hasn’t. It never has. That’s all he can think as he stares down into her eyes. Her mouth goes slack, breath coming out of her in tiny, labored bursts, and on any other woman, he’d know what that meant.

No, a lie. Not the last thing, but before. He’s also thinking, months ago. Six months ago. A letter in hand before he left Lyrias. And she’d said nothing at all.

Nothing at all, but told him she’d missed his body. Had answered every hopeless flirtation in kind.

It doesn’t mean anything. It can’t mean anything. But... “Miss--”

“Obi,” she breathes, gaze fixed to his. “you would...you would tell me. If this wasn’t what you wanted. If I...” She licks her lips, an utterly distracting technique. “If you wanted something else.”

He blinks, arms loosening. “Miss. I’m happy to do whatever you need--”

“No.” She squeezes him tighter, as if that might wring the truth from him. “I’m asking if this is what you want.”

His breath rasps out of his chest. He’s never wanted anything more. No, never wanted anything to be real more.

But that’s not what she’s asking. “Yes,” he breathes, “I want this.”

Her gaze drops, straight to his lips, and oh, she must think he’s coming down with something the way he’s wheezing.

“I guess it’s time for all good grooms to go to bed,” he tells her, setting her down on her feet. “I think I might have had too much.”

She blinks, flushing as she looks away. “O-oh, right. Yes, me-- me too, I think.”

“I should get you in bed then,” he says, because oh, he’s far too stupid to use words right. “I mean, put you in bed. Your own bed. Over...over there.”

She nods. “Right. Yes. It would be good to, ah, have someone to lean on I think.”

She stumbles on her first step, and he laughs. “I think in the interest of you making it down the aisle under your own power, you need a little more than that.”

Her eyes widen, curious. “What do you-- oh!”

He grins, swinging her up onto his back. “Come on, Miss. Let’s take the quick way.”

[casadefreewill]

So I sat down and read Howl’s Moving Castle yesterday and I had some ideas for a Zukka AU. The story would obviously have to change a bit but here were the basics of the idea:

Howl —> Sokka

Howl’s sister —> Katara

——> Wales is the South Pole/village

Howl’s sister is also kind of GranGran

Sokka’s Magic is very science/intellect based like Howl’s

Sokka is still a drama lama but way less so than Howl — this time is TWO drama lama’s living together and everything just imploded more

—> Sokka still gets all the girls,

Curse is from Hama

Hama is the Witch of the Waste (yeah, she seems fucked up enough to make a human puppet out of chopped up people) —> still wants to get Sokka’s head for her human doll - the curse is the same, to bring Sokka to the Waste so she can get his head.

Hama’s Fire/Star is Koh! Takes the form of Kuruk’s wife when seducing Sokka

Sokka’s Fire/Star is actually Yue

Hama curses Zuko with old age, she got her hands on Ty-Lee and LongFang, Ty-Lee thought of Azula when interrogated which brought Hama to the family shop to catch Zuko in a mood while attending the shop. He offends her, she curses him to be old to get him out of her way.

Martha —-> Kiyi

Lettie —-> Azula

Sophie —-> Zuko

Zuko - first born, doomed to fail first, feels as if they can never do anything right, whatever they do blows up in their face, wants to please their parent but may be being taken advantage of, kind of a little bit angry at everything - very explosive/destructive anger. Side note: second half of the book Sophie is kind of the definition of “aren’t you tiered of being nice, don’t you just wanna go ape shit”

Zuko’s Magic is still gives things life by rambling to them (emotion based magic).

Azula - is strong willed, doesn’t feel uncle knows what is best for her, decides to make her own way in life becoming powerful under her own power, she will not bend to the “fate” of a middle child. Is actually really good at magic.

Kiyi - doesn’t want the burden of a great destiny of the youngest child. Just wants to have fun, meet someone nice, and settle down. Cares deeply for her oldest sibling and just wants them to make good life choices that center on themself for once. Kiyi is aged up in this so it’s not like a bunch of guys crushing on a 5 year old.

Fanny —> Iroh, he does love the children, he’s just kind of also really into living life to the fullest. Both Kiki and Azula bad mouth him to Zuko who isn’t sure how to feel about him at that point.

Iroh is still the only one to recognize Zuko on sight, hug him, and then threaten to beat the shit out of whoever cursed him (good parallel to the terrifying protective aunt thing they have going in the books)

Ozai and Ursa are the original parents - Ozai dies first, Ursa remarries and has Kiyi, Ursa and new Husband (Noren) die and Iroh comes to help with the children and the shop.

Character Summary:

Sokka - Howl Jenkins

Katara - Megan Jenkins

Hama - The Witch of the Waste

Yue - Calcifer

Koh/Kuruk’s wife - Mss Angorian

Long Fang - Prince Justin

King Kui - The king of Ingary

Bosko - Princess Valeria

“Wang also says he won’t do it unless he gets your child’s hand in marriage!” The king gained a look of confusion, “my . . . do you mean my bear?” At that moment grunting and shuffling could be heard from under the table, a bear’s nose jutted out from beneath the table cloth, soon followed by the rest of the furry glory that was Prince Bosco. “Oh” said Zuko weakly, suddenly feeling very foolish.

Ty-Lee - Ben Sullivan

Azula - Lettie Hatter

Kiyi - Martha Hatter

Zuko - Sophie Hatter

Iroh - Fanny Hatter

Master Piandao - Mrs. Pentstemmon

Aang - Michael Fisher —> he’s still into Katara not Kiyi in this, Sokka is less, ‘I’m separating my two lives’ in this one, he lets them visit his home more than the one time and Aang just fell head over heals for his sister, she thinks he’s cute and funny and is kind of into him too. This does however make it easier for Hama to locate her.

Lo and Li - Mrs. Annabel Fairfax

Mai - another apprentice of Lo and Li

Ozai and Ursa - the parents

That’s what I got so far.

[mistyshine]

My Books

The Adventure Bible (The letters B. I. B. L. E. likely stand for Basic Instruction Before Leaving Earth and includes Genesis tells how God created us. Next comes Exodus & Leviticus. Numbers & Deuteronomy tell great stories of wandering Israel. Joshua has stories of war & victory. Judges tells of problems in Jewish history. Next comes Ruth; you'll find in this book; the story of Boaz & the wife he took. Samuel contains books 1 & 2. Kings & Chronicles also do. In Ezra & Nehemiah the Jews come home. Esther's the story of a rise to the throne! Job's a story of hope & sadness, the Psalms are songs of praise & gladness, Proverbs gives us wise things to do, Ecclesiastes gives us much good advice too. Song of Songs/Solomon - a poem of love & devotion - is expressed in words of strong emotion, Isaiah & Jeremiah are books of prophecy, Lamentations laments a sad time in history, Ezekiel & Daniel take place in captivity. Hosea, Joel & Amos are the next three, Obadiah's a short little book, Jonah's a great story; why don't you take a look, Micah, Nahum & Habakkuk prophesy, then come Zephaniah & Haggai, Zechariah & Malachi are at the end, then a long time of silence God did send... Matthew & Mark along with Luke & John tell of the teachings of God's son. Acts reports on the apostles' work with the people of the early church. If you take a look at Romans; you'll find within how faith in Jesus can cover sin. next comes 1st & 2nd Corinthians followed by Galatians, Ephesians & Philippians. Colossians explains what faith can do. Thessalonians & Timothy have books 1 & 2. Titus tells us to carry on. The next in line's Philemon. Hebrews is a mystery book? We don't know who wrote it but take a good look. James tells what a Christian should do, followed by Peter books 1 & 2, then come John's letters 1, 2 & 3. Jude's next & as brief as can be. The Revelation of John is at the end & tells of a Savior who's coming again!)

Kenner Collegiate Vocational Institute Yearbook1

Kenner Collegiate Vocational Institute Yearbook2

Lo Ellen Park Secondary School Yearbook

Student’s Oxford Canadian Dictionary Second Edition

The Book of Historically Significant Architecture of Millbrook

The Kingfisher Young People’s Atlas of the World

Pokémon Deluxe Essential Handbook

Armchair Reader; The Book of Incredible Information

The Book of Weird & Unusual Trivia

Ripley’s Aquarium of Canada; A Commemorative Guide

Butterflies & Moths

The R.O.M. Field Guide to Butterflies of Ontario

The Cat Encyclopedia1

The Cat Encyclopedia2

Chicken Soup for the Cat Lover's Soul

Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Cat Really Did That?

Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Very Good, Very Bad Cat

Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Cat Did What?

Chicken Soup for the Soul: I Can't Believe My Cat Did That!

The Cat Lover's Compendium

The Cat in the Window & Other Stories of the Cats We Love

Cats: A portrait in pictures & words

Cats: An anthology of stories & poems

A Cat’s Life

The World of Cats

The Elegance of the Cat

Kiki of Kingfisher Cove

The Cat That God Sent

Dewey the Library Cat

The Nine Lives of Christmas

Shy Charlene & Sharyl

Newt’s Emerald: Magic, Maids & Masquerades

The BFG

The Hobbit (Prequel to The Lord of the Rings)

The Lord of the Rings1 The Fellowship of the Ring

The Lord of the Rings2 The Two Towers

The Lord of the Rings3 The Return of the King

Anton & Cecil1 Anton & Cecil: Cats at Sea

ANTON & CECIL2 ANTON & CECIL: CATS ON TRACK

ANTON & CECIL3 ANTON & CECIL: CATS ALOFT!

Carmen Sandiego1 Who in the World is Carmen Sandiego?

Carmen Sandiego2 Clue by Clue

CARMEN SANDIEGO3 THE STCKY RICE CAPER

CARMEN SANDIEGO4 THE FISHY TREASURE CAPER

CARMEN SANDIEGO5 ENDANGERED OPERATION

Carmen Sandiego6 Jetpack Attack

CARMEN SANDIEGO7 SECRETS OF THE SILVER LION

CARMEN SANDIEGO8 CHASING PAPER CAPER

Harry Potter1 Harry Potter & the Philosopher's/Sorcerer's Stone

Harry Potter2 Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets

Harry Potter3 Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkaban

Harry Potter4 Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire

Harry Potter5 Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix

Harry Potter6 Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince

Harry Potter7 Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows

Harry Potter Extras1 Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them

Harry Potter Extras2 The Tales of Beedle the Bard

HARRY POTTER EXTRAS3 QUIDDITCH THROUGH THE AGES

The Inheritance Cycle1 Eragon

The Inheritance Cycle2 Eldest

The Inheritance Cycle3 Brisingr

The Inheritance Cycle4 Inheritance

ERAGON'S GUIDE TO ALAGAESIA

The Hunger Games1 The Hunger Games

The Hunger Games2 Catching Fire

The Hunger Games3 Mockingjay

Divergent1 Divergent

Divergent2 Insurgent

Divergent3 Allegiant

Divergent4 Four: A Divergent Collection

The Borrowers1 The Borrowers

The Borrowers2 The Borrowers Afield

The Borrowers3 The Borrowers Afloat

The Borrowers4 The Borrowers Aloft

The Borrowers5 The Borrowers Avenged

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt1 The Maze of Bones

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt2 One False Note

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt3 The Sword Thief

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt4 Beyond the Grave

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt5 The Black Circle

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt6 In Too Deep

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt7 The Viper's Nest

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt8 The Emperor's Code

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt9 Storm Warning

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt10 Into the Gauntlet

The 39 Clues; The Clue Hunt11 Vespers Rising

The 39 Clues; Cahills Vs. Vespers1 The Medusa Plot

The 39 Clues; Cahills Vs. Vespers2 A King's Ransom

The 39 Clues; Cahills Vs. Vespers3 The Dead of Night

The 39 Clues; Cahills Vs. Vespers4 Shatterproof

The 39 Clues; Cahills Vs. Vespers5 Trust No One

The 39 Clues; Cahills Vs. Vespers6 Day of Doom

The 39 Clues; Unstoppable1 Nowhere to Run

The 39 Clues; Unstoppable2 Break-away

The 39 Clues; Unstoppable3 Count-down

THE 39 CLUES; UNSTOPPABLE4 FLASH-POINT

THE 39 CLUES; DOUBLE-CROSS1 MISSION TITANIC

THE 39 CLUES; DOUBLE-CROSS2 MISSION HINDENBURG

THE 39 CLUES; DOUBLE-CROSS3 MISSION HURRICANE

THE 39 CLUES; DOUBLE-CROSS4 MISSION ATOMIC

THE 39 CLUES; SUPER-SPECIAL OUT-BREAK

The 39 Clues; The Black Book of Buried Secrets

The Boy Sherlock Holmes (his 1st Case) Eye of the Crow

The Boy Sherlock Holmes (his 2nd Case) Death in the Air

The Boy Sherlock Holmes (his 3rd Case) Vanishing Girl

The Boy Sherlock Holmes (his 4th Case) The Secret Fiend

The Boy Sherlock Holmes (his 5th Case) The Dragon Turn

The Boy Sherlock Holmes (his 6th & Final Case) Becoming Holmes

Nancy Drew1 The Secret of the Old Clock

Nancy Drew2 The Hidden Staircase

Nancy Drew3 The Bungalow Mystery

Nancy Drew4 The Mystery at Lilac Inn

Nancy Drew5 The Secret of Shadow Ranch

Nancy Drew6 The Secret of Red Gate Farm

Nancy Drew7 The Clue in The Diary

Nancy Drew8 Nancy’s Mysterious Letter

Nancy Drew9 The Sign of The Twisted Candles

Nancy Drew10 The Password to Larkspur Lane

Nancy Drew11 The Clue of the Broken Locket

Nancy Drew12 The Message in the Hollow Oak

Nancy Drew13 The Mystery of the Ivory Charm

Nancy Drew14 The Whispering Statue

Nancy Drew15 The Haunted Bridge

Nancy Drew16 The Clue of the Tapping Heels

NANCY DREW17 THE MYSTERY OF THE BRASS-BOUND TRUNK

Nancy Drew18 The Mystery at the Moss-Covered Mansion

Nancy Drew19 The Quest of the Missing Map

Nancy Drew20 The Clue in the Jewel Box

Nancy Drew21 The Secret in the Old Attic

Nancy Drew22 The Clue in the Crumbling Wall

NANCY DREW23 THE MYSTERY OF THE TOLLING BELL

Nancy Drew24 The Clue in the Old Album

Nancy Drew25 The Ghost of Blackwood Hall

Nancy Drew26 The Clue of the Leaning Chimney

Nancy Drew27 The Secret of The Wooden Lady

Nancy Drew28 The Clue of the Black Keys

Nancy Drew29 The Mystery at the Ski Jump

Nancy Drew30 The Clue of the Velvet Mask

Nancy Drew31 The Ring-master’s Secret

NANCY DREW32 THE SCARLET SLIPPER MYSTERY

NANCY DREW33 THE WITCH TREE SYMBOL

Nancy Drew34 The Hidden Window Mystery

NANCY DREW35 THE HAUNTED SHOWBOAT

NANCY DREW36 THE SECRET OF THE GOLDEN PAVILION

Nancy Drew37 The Clue in the Old Stagecoach

NANCY DREW38 THE MYSTERY OF THE FIRE DRAGON

Nancy Drew39 The Clue of the Dancing Puppet

Nancy DREW40 THE MOONSTONE CASTLE MYSTERY

Nancy Drew41 The Clue of the Whistling Bagpipes

Nancy Drew42 The Phantom of Pine Hill

Nancy Drew43 The Mystery of the 99 Steps

NANCY DREW44 THE CLUE IN THE CROSSWORD CIPHER

Nancy Drew45 The Spider Sapphire Mystery

Nancy Drew46 The Invisible Intruder

Nancy Drew47 The Mysterious Mannequin

NANCY DREW48 THE CROOKED BANNISTER

Nancy Drew49 The Secret of Mirror Bay

NANCY DREW50 THE DOUBLE JINX MYSTERY

Nancy Drew51 The Mystery of the Glowing Eye

Nancy Drew52 The Secret of the Forgotten City

Nancy Drew53 The Sky Phantom

NANCY DREW54 THE STRANGE MESSAGE IN THE PARCHMENT

NANCY DREW55 THE MYSTERY OF CROCODILE ISLAND

NANCY DREW56 THE THIRTEENTH PEARL

Silver-wing1 Silver-wing

SILVER-WING2 SUN-WING

SILVER-WING3 FIRE-WING

SILVER-WING4 DARK-WING

Wings of Fire Arc1 The Dragonet Prophecy1 The Dragonet Prophecy

Wings of Fire Arc1 The Dragonet Prophecy2 The Lost Heir

Wings of Fire Arc1 The Dragonet Prophecy3 The Hidden Kingdom

Wings of Fire Arc1 The Dragonet Prophecy4 The Dark Secret

Wings of Fire Arc1 The Dragonet Prophecy5 The Brightest Night

Wings of Fire Arc2 The Jade Mountain Prophecy1 Moon Rising

Wings of Fire Arc2 The Jade Mountain Prophecy2 Winter Turning

Wings of Fire Arc2 The Jade Mountain Prophecy3 Escaping Peril

Wings of Fire Arc2 The Jade Mountain Prophecy4 Talons of Power

Wings of Fire Arc2 The Jade Mountain Prophecy5 Darkness of Dragons

WINGS OF FIRE ARC3 THE LOST CONTINENT PROPHECY1 THE LOST CONTINENT

WINGS OF FIRE ARC3 THE LOST CONTINENT PROPHECY2 THE HIVE QUEEN

WINGS OF FIRE ARC3 THE LOST CONTINENT PROPHECY3 THE POISON JUNGLE

Warriors: Supers1; Fire-star's Quest

Warriors: Supers2; Blue-star's Prophecy

Warriors: Supers3; Sky-Clan's Destiny

Warriors: Supers4; Crooked-star's Promise

Warriors: Supers5; Yellow-fang's Secret

Warriors: Supers6; Tall-star's Revenge

Warriors: Supers7; Bramble-star's Storm

Warriors: Supers8; Moth Flight's Vision

Warriors: Supers9; Hawk-wing's Journey

Warriors: Supers10; Tiger-heart's Shadow

Warriors: Supers11; Crow-feather's Trial

Warriors: Supers12; Squirrel-flight's Hope

Warriors: Supers13: Gray-stripe’s Vow

Warriors Field Guides1; Secrets of the Clans

Warriors Field Guides2; Cats of the Clans

Warriors Field Guides3; Code of the Clans

Warriors Field Guides4; Battles of the Clans

Warriors Field Guides5; Warriors: The Ultimate Guide

Warriors Grey-stripe's Adventure1; The Lost Warrior, Warriors Grey-stripe's Adventure2; Warrior's Refuge & Warriors Grey-stripe's Adventure3; Warrior's Return

Warriors Raven-paw's Path 1; Shattered Peace, Warriors Raven-paw's Path2; A Clan in Need & Warriors Raven-paw's Path3; The Heart of a Warrior

WARRIORS TIGER-STAR & SASHA1; INTO THE WOODS, WARRIORS TIGER-STAR & SASHA2; ESCAPE FROM THE FOREST & WARRIORS TIGER-STAR & SASHA3; RETURN TO THE CLANS

WARRIORS SKY-CLAN & THE STRANGER1; THE RESCUE, WARRIORS SKY-CLAN & THE STRANGER2; BEYOND THE CODE & WARRIORS SKY-CLAN & THE STRANGER3; AFTER THE FLOOD

WARRIORS SOLOS1; THE RISE OF SCOURGE

WARRIORS SOLOS2; A SHADOW IN RIVER-CLAN

Warriors: The Untold Stories1; Holly-leaf's Story, Warriors: The Untold Stories2; Misty-star's Omen & Warriors: The Untold Stories3; Cloud-star's Journey

Warriors: Tales from the Clans1; Tiger-claw's Fury, Warriors: Tales from the Clans2; Leaf-pool's Wish & Warriors: Tales from the Clans3; Dove-wing's Silence

Warriors: Shadows of the Clans1; Maple-shade's Vengeance, Warriors: Shadows of the Clans2; Goose-feather's Curse & Warriors: Shadows of the Clans3; Raven-paw's Farewell

Warriors: Legends of the Clans1; Spotted-leaf's Heart, Warriors: Legends of the Clans2 Pine-star's Choice & Warriors: Legends of the Clans3; Thunder-star's Echo

Warriors: Path of a Warrior1; Red-tail's Debt, Warriors: Path of a Warrior2; Tawny-pelt's Clan & Warriors: Path of a Warrior3; Shadow-star's Life

Warriors: A Warrior's Spirit1; Pebble-shine's Kits, Warriors: A Warrior's Spirit2; Tree's Roots & Warriors: A Warrior's Spirit3; Moth-wing's Secret

Warriors: The Prophecies Begin1; Into the Wild

Warriors: The Prophecies Begin2; Fire & Ice

Warriors: The Prophecies Begin3; Forest of Secrets

Warriors: The Prophecies Begin4; Rising Storm

Warriors: The Prophecies Begin5; A Dangerous Path

Warriors: The Prophecies Begin6; The Darkest Hour

Warriors: The New Prophecy1; Midnight

Warriors: The New Prophecy2; Moon-rise

Warriors: The New Prophecy3; Dawn

Warriors: The New Prophecy4; Star-light

Warriors: The New Prophecy5; Twilight

Warriors: The New Prophecy6; Sunset

Warriors: Power of Three1; The Sight

Warriors: Power of Three2; Dark River

Warriors: Power of Three3; Outcast

Warriors: Power of Three4; Eclipse

Warriors: Power of Three5; Long Shadows

Warriors: Power of Three6; Sunrise

Warriors: Omen of the Stars1; The Fourth Apprentice

Warriors: Omen of the Stars2; Fading Echoes

Warriors: Omen of the Stars3; Night Whispers

Warriors: Omen of the Stars4; Sign of the Moon

Warriors: Omen of the Stars5; The Forgotten Warrior

Warriors: Omen of the Stars6; The Last Hope

Warriors: Dawn of the Clans1; The Sun Trail

Warriors: Dawn of the Clans2; Thunder Rising

Warriors: Dawn of the Clans3; The First Battle

Warriors: Dawn of the Clans4; The Blazing Star

Warriors: Dawn of the Clans5; A Forest Divided

Warriors: Dawn of the Clans6; Path of Stars

Warriors: A Vision of Shadows1; The Apprentice's Quest

Warriors: A Vision of Shadows2; Thunder & Shadow

Warriors: A Vision of Shadows3; Shattered Sky

Warriors: A Vision of Shadows4; Darkest Night

Warriors: A Vision of Shadows5; River of Fire

Warriors: A Vision of Shadows6; The Raging Storm

Warriors: The Broken Code1; Lost Stars

Warriors: The Broken Code2; The Silent Thaw

WARRIORS: THE BROKEN CODE3; VEIL OF SHADOWS

If CAPITALIZED I don’t have it!

[doubtingthomas5]

☆Kiki and Boots☆

-(traditional, arranged by doubtingthomas5)

"If it's not one thing, its surely another"-Us*

Kiki and Boots were shuttling Bear neath the high crescent moon that the Angels hung with care

Twas a friday afternoon and the lot boss had left early and the service trucks were tired just as kiki's hair was curly

They came upon an inop with its tires off the rim and were told to make it crank before the daylight grew too dim

Staring at the wreckage of this faded yellow cruiser they could see the vacant seat where once sat an ancient looser

Boots lit up a Newport Kiki acted daft the 808s were blaring as Bear sat back and laughed

The seat cushions were tattered and the hood release was missing and from whence the radio once played there came a gentle hissing

It seemed a futile mission to try to undertake so one could turn a profit on the model of this make

But work is thus and work is this no query should remain when livelihood is on the line its interests shall you feign

Boots got out her radio and called for jumps and air to try to mend the maladies that left them stranded there

Ricky in the service truck came driving down the ramp searching for the spot where Boots and Kiki had made camp

The sweat hung on his forehead like dew drops on a leaf and his matted hair adorned his head like holly on a wreath

His service truck was tinted with the dust of many seasons and the color of his beard contained the rust of many reasons

"All right" said Rick "I'm here now what seems to be the story?" KIki beckoned toward the car and all its tragic glory

"I see I see" said Ricky with a Pall Mall in his teeth he rolled his sleeve up to his smile and poked around beneath

"It seems the hood is broken" Kiki almost lost her shit "that's why we called you down here!" she cried aloud with grit

"Well I'll do the best I can" said Ricky with a shrug as he searched around his back bed with the patience of a slug

Boot's blue horizon was fermenting in her gaze the sunlight fell upon the night approaching in a haze

Rick emerged from out the truck and brandished such a tool that one would scarcely recognize unless one were a fool

He jousted and he pried pausing only to make curses as the angels turned aside in the different universes

Finally the deed was done the hood came bursting forth the quartet gathered round to look inside the greasy swarth

What was seen was heard and what was heard was seen what was taught was phelt and what was dull was keen*

As the dust began to settle and the wind began to pout it became at once quite clear that the parts were taken out

"Ain't that some shit" said Boots "the battery ain't here" the thought of working late began to ruminate quite clear

"Not a problem" Ricky said "I've jumped a lot with less if you give me just a minute I'm sure I'll fix this mess"

Rick took out his cables and hooked one to the frame "now I just need a decent ground to make this current tame "

He looked and looked but could not find a spot to hook the clamp the K9 boys were going home and driving up the ramp

It was then that he remembered that he'd had some silver filled in his four remaining teeth where the dentist man had drilled

He plunged the clamp below his pride and gave a thumbs up sign as Kiki turned the key inside the belly of the swine

Alas! the engine rumbled and the fender nashed its fangs a look of warm relief came from under Kiki's bangs

Boots lit up a Newport Kiki acted proud the 808s were blaring as Bear was snoring loud

"All right all right will that be all?" said Ricky with a grin "I had 4 calls ahead of you till you came calling in"

"Thank you Rick" said Bootsy as he got back in his truck "Okay" said Rick "I'll see you soon until then well good luck"

As the cloud of dirt behind his truck dropped from out of sight Kiki grasped the wheel and tried to shift to drive with all her might

She shifted to and fro as her eyes were filled with doubt Boots leaned in and yelled at her "the fuckin tranny's out!"*