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I know I Really gotta move on from this but there's just something about Goldie's (almost) assault charges that really make me grgrrhjdhfjehfjdiendkfj

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Hogwarts No.1 Ship

Fandom: Harry Potter  Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader Word count: 3.4k Summary: You - Rubeus Hagrid’s niece and a surprising slytherin - have a crush on the Slytherin prince himself, but you are sugar and he is spice and there is no world where the two of you would fit together...right? Warning: Swearwordsm concussion, broken bones, but mostly fluffffffffff Requested by the amazing and patient (I’m really sorry it took so long) @onlycherryblossom​: Hi! I love your work and I was wondering if you could right a Draco Malfoy x Reader. you know, the one we talked about. It'd be so awesome! i hope you have a good day/night! (I won’t put our chat in here so that I don’t spoiler anything)

Hogwarts had rarely ever known two students who were as opposite to each other as Draco Malfoy and Y/N Hagrid. Draco - who was the embodiment of how people imagined the stereotype of Slytherin to be - was (most of the time) a prideful, cold, unempathetic prick, while you were a selfless, positive thinking, kind and gentle soul that could‘ve been a descendant of Helga Huffelpuff herself. The two of you did have one thing in common though. Your house. The hat had made you both into Slytherins which was on Draco’s side not surprising at all, but quite a shock for everyone who had talked to you for even a minute. Probably the biggest shock was courtesy of Rubeus Hagris - Half-Giant and your adopted uncle (on his father’s side) - who insisted that the hat must have made a mistake, but was quickly shot down by Dumbledoor who assured that the hat didn‘t make any mistakes. After some initial tumbling though, Hagrid realized that the house didn‘t make the person and that it didn‘t matter in what house you were sorted into, you’d always be his little pumpkin. And he was quite right. Even after you had been a Slytherin for just about five years, you had only grown more kind and loving - having bonded with many people in the other houses and years, but not quite as many in your own house. You’d call Blaze and Millicent maybe something close to friends and Pansy tolerated you which is why you gave her the title of ‘good acquaintances‘, but other than that you didn‘t really have a lot of contact with them in your free time. The most complicated relationship you held though was the one to the aforementioned Draco Malfoy. In a weird twist of fate the two of you somehow became the main ship in Hogwarts (with Harry and Ginny or Harry and Hermione as close second) even though you couldn‘t remember more than two or three times that you had talked to the boy outside of a classroom or study environment. Sure, he had never bullied or teased you which already differentiated you from most of the students, but you simply explained it by the fact that you were a good student - especially in potions class - and behaved well enough to gain a number of house points which made you into a good asset to Slytherin and as such made you a less logical target. Now all in itself that would‘ve been more than fine with you, but for some stupid reason your heart decided to betray you against it‘s better judgement and fall for him. Somehow, even after years of seeing him kick others down and behave like a complete douchebag you couldn‘t help but blush slightly at the mention of his name and feel your heart flutter when you walked by him in the hall or in the common room. The worst part was in potions class where he sat right beside you after Snape deemed your former partner as way too unqualified for one of his best students and exchanged him for Draco. Working with him in and of itself was actually rather nice. He was a good student and did his work thoroughly and mindfully, but you found it hard to concentrate when his hand brushed yours as you read a passage in the book or when he poured ingredients in the coultron that you were stirring. You really tried to ignore your feelings and ban every thought of him, but it seemed like you weren‘t doing the best job at it since your uncle kept asking about what it was that was distracting you all the time. On a rainy October day fairly at the beginning of your fifth year you decided you had enough. You were sitting in your Uncles hut with a plate of more or less edible cookies in front of you and a cup of something that was surely supposed to be tea when you finally gathered the courage to say what you had been meaning to say for weeks now. “Uncle Rubeus, can I ask you something?” Hagrid turned to you with his usual smile as he patted fang who was drooling all over his lap where he had laid his head. “Course ya can pumpkin. What’s it about?” “Uhm...well… you know there is this boy that I-“ “Ohhh Ah see,” Hagrid quickly interrupted you before you could even ask the question, “Ya know, usually I’d be more than happy to help ya with every question you have but ah really don’t thin’ I’m the right person for this, I’m sorry.” A little bit disappointed but not really surprised you just sighed and shook your head, telling him that it was okay, before bidding your goodbyes and making your way back to the castle quietly mulling over what exactly your plan b should be now that plan a had failed and you still had no idea what to do with or how to get rid of your stupid crush on Draco.

“You know what I would do if I were you?“ Ginny asked and pointed the end of her quill at you. The both of you were sitting in a corner of the library where you had planned to help her study for her upcoming potions exam, only for her to basically interrogate you until you admitted that you had an unlucky crush, even though she luckily hadn‘t pushed you to tell her who the guy you had a crush on was. “I‘d probably just tell them, I mean what do you have to lose. Either he‘ll say yes and you‘re happy or he says no and you just avoid him like he doesn‘t even exist - which would honestly be the appropriate reaction if he refuses a snack like you. See, no real downside to it.“ “Oh really? Hmmm, I wonder why you haven‘t told Harry how you feel yet then,“ you teased her and tapped your chin. Ginny‘s face immediately started to rival the colour of her hair and the way she crossed her arms in front of her chest and pouted reminded you of an overgrown toddler - but in a cute way. “I-I don‘t like Harry, okay? I mean I did when I was like ten because he was famous and I was a child,“ she tried to make sure you really knew how silly she wanted you to believe she thought it was by drawing out the word child for a good few seconds before rolling her eyes and looking to the side, “And anyway, it‘s not like he‘d date his best friend’s sister…“ “Oh Gin,“ you immediately felt bad and grabbed one of her hands with yours, “Have you looked at yourself? You‘re amazing and if Harry doesn‘t see that through his stupid invisible cloak and these glasses than he doesn‘t even deserve you.“ “Even though I admit that yes, I am amazing, this isn‘t the topic that we should be conversing about right now, remember? I think there‘s a certain blond Slytherin that you should be worried about more right now.“ Immediately blood shot right to your cheeks and you quickly looked around to make sure no one could‘ve heard her before leaning forward and hissing: “What? No? I don‘t like Draco? Why would you even think that? I never said that he is the one I have a crush on.“ Ginny just raised her eyebrows in an unimpressed manner, leaning back in her chair and picking the quill back up to play around with while she talked. “Listen honey, I‘m not judging you or anything. Don‘t get me wrong, I still and probably will always think Draco is a major asshole and doesn‘t even deserve to breath the same air as you-“ “He isn‘t that bad…“ “Yes he is, but anyways, no matter what I think of him I also know that you are a clever girl that knows how to protect herself and who knows, maybe you‘d even have a good influence on him.“ Images of you and Draco together with your friend group laughing and having fun crossed your mind and you could feel your heartbeat fasten involuntarily. “That‘s all great and good, but like I said, I don‘t have a crush on Draco,“ you gave the hope of getting out of this situation with the lie you‘ve been telling yourself for months still intact one last try, but Ginny didn‘t give it the time of day. “Oh please, I see the way you look at him in the dining hall and how your eyes are always on him when he‘s playing quidditch and just now you defended him even though the two of you aren‘t even friends. My love-radar is pinging like crazy around the two of you which is why I, Ginny Wealey also known as the love witch-“ “No one calls you that,“ you interrupted her only to be shushed by an evil glare. “I, Ginny Weasley, will help you in fulfilling your desire and getting together with Draco and I already have the perfect plan.“ “No no no no, please don‘t! Don‘t do this! Ginny no!“ you tried to make your point clear but she was already cleaning up her stuff and getting ready to leave. “Don‘t worry oh sweet Y/N, the next time we‘ll talk everything will be set in motion,“ she winked before dashing off leaving you standing in her figurative dust with your mouth agape for a few seconds before you let your head sink onto the table. This would definitely take an interesting turn…

After that you definitely started to actively avoid Draco which was - surprisingly enough - not as easy as you thought. Somehow he was almost always at least in your near vicinity. Besides the obvious factors of class (where you tried to focus on working and on praying whatever Ginny had planned wouldn‘t happen) and when you were eating in the great hall (where you had resorted to sitting at the very end of the table as far away from him as possible) he seemed to also be there in your free time. You were relaxing in the common room? He was there reading a book. You were outside with Harry and co.? Guess who’s coming their way to insult them (while not saying a single bad thing about you). By now there were just about three places where you were sure that he wouldn’t be able to pop up at any given moment. Your room, the bathroom and the potions classroom on Wednesday and Friday afternoon when class has already ended. After Snape had realized that he had some real potions-potential sitting in front of him he offered you extra credit as some sort of teaching assistant which basically meant that you helped him prepare lessons, helped him grade the first to third years tests and that you cleaned up and organized the potions classroom twice a week. Now usually, knowing that you were more than capable of handling the potions and ingredients standing around on your own after having seen you do it for a few months, you‘d be alone while you cleaned up except for the occasional visit of your professor to tell you which ingredients you should put on the students desks for the next class, but for some reason the next Friday - three days after Ginny had made her promise to you - the door already stood open and you could hear Professor Snape talking to someone. “I really expected better of you, your action is the reasons Slytherin has lost 50 housepoints and I hope you know that it is on you to gain them back, no matter your status,“ Snape‘s voice carried to where you stood and you wondered who the student was if Snape went so easy on them with his lecture. Usually you‘d be afraid for your life after losing even ten house points so getting such a calm reaction for 50 must‘ve really meant something. Your questions about the identity of the student were answered when you entered the dungeon room and immediately felt yourself freeze. Of course not even you (time dependent) sanctuary was safe anymore. Of course Draco just had to stand there and look at you without any identifiable emotion in his gaze. “Ah, Miss Hagrid, right on time as always,“ Snape nodded after he also noticed you and you felt slightly more at ease knowing that with him there nothing could really happen. “Should I come back later?” you asked politely, not sure if you had interrupted something. “No, you may stay. Mister Malfoy over here has got himself caught trying to sabotage McGonagall class, a childish act which I would’ve expected of the Weasleys but really not from you. As a punishment he will be the one to clean the potions classroom bi-weekly from now on until he has regained the house points lost. You’ll supervise him.” “I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure I understand.” “Malfoy will do all the cleaning but since he has no experience with it I can’t just leave him alone so, since you’d be here anyway, you can watch him and make sure that everything goes orderly.“ It wasn‘t really a question as much as a command, something that you were used to from Snape, so you just nodded and bid him goodbye as he went to his office, leaving you and Draco behind. By now you had seen through what was happening. This was Ginny‘s plan. Somehow she must‘ve managed to blame Malfoy for the prank on McGonagall - something rather extreme given the taken house points- hoping (or somehow knowing) that his punishment would force you to spend at least an hour with him alone in a dimmed room twice a week. Inwardly you cursed your friend, while outwardly you tried everything to avoid directly looking at Draco as you explained his tasks to him before you sat down at your usual place and pulled out a book really hoping you could get him to not talk to you that way. Either your plan was working great or Draco just really didn‘t care for you, because an hour later you still hadn‘t exchanged any words, instead he dutifully, but slightly pouting, had done his job while you shot him the occasional glance to make sure he was doing it correctly. “I think that was all, you should be good to go now,“ you told him with a small smile, relieved that you were finally free to leave the room and with that the tension that had built up inside you as a mix of nervousness and fear. Draco had opened his mouth to respond when a third year came rushing inside with at least twelve books in her arms that almost towered over her which she quickly placed on a table, slightly out of breath. “Professor Snape sent me. He said these have to be sorted and put away.” You could probably feel Draco’s sigh before he had made it and - not really fond of spending more time so frustratingly close to your crush and yet so far - you just nodded and told both of them that you’d take care of it and that they could leave, which both promptly did. You took the books and carried them to the back of the room where a sole, old bookshelf was standing - since the students mostly had their own books - and started putting them away when you heard a sickening crunch before suddenly the shelf including books came crashing down at you and before you could even think to pull out your wand, the world turned black.

“I’m so so so sorry, you were right I shouldn’t have interfered, if I’d just listened to you you wouldn‘t be lying here now,“ Ginny whined from beside your bed where she had been sitting for the past twenty minutes apologizing over and over again and blaming herself for the broken arm, leg and the concussion that had you unable to leave the infirmary for the next three days to a week. “Ginny, how often do I gotta tell you, it isn’t your fault! I would’ve sorted those books in anyways - no matter if you had pulled that prank or not - and it would’ve fallen anyways,” you tried to reassure her and gave her a soft smile. “But-“ “No but, okay? We can’t change the past anyways, and even if we could I wouldn’t because thanks to you, I don’t have to take that stupid DADA test.” Your attempt to lighten the mood seemed to work, because soon you and Ginny were back to your usual conversation-style and it relieved you immensely. It made you feel okay again. She was just telling you of a stung Harry had pulled in the Gryffindor Common room when she suddenly paused mid sentence and looked up. You followed her eyes to where they were placed firmly on a certain Platinum blond boy that looked simultaneously like he’d rather be everywhere else and like he was glad to be there, it was a sight to see. “I think I’ll leave for now, I’ll come back later with tons of sweets that Luna and I are going to steal from Harry’s personal stash,” Ginny said goodbye and gave you a wink as she walked away making you torn between wanting to roll your eyes and feeling yourself blush. Unsure of what to do next you motioned to the chair that Ginny had just occupied and Draco seemed to get the hint because he quickly sat down. “Hey-“ “Hi-“ “Sorry, you first.” “No it’s fine, you’re injured, you go first.” “Well, uhm-“ you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, “-I wanted to thank you, for bringing me here I mean, Madame Pomfrey told me you carried me all the way.” You looked away hoping that he wouldn’t see how nervous you were. “You don’t need to thank me, I couldn’t just let you lay there buried under books, your not Granger after all,” he said, seemingly trying to joke but immediately noticed that it was probably not the best thing to say given that you and Hermione were good friends. “Listen, what I came here for,” now it was Draco’s turn to take a deep breath, “I’ve been meaning to tell you something, but you were always with Potter or avoiding me or whatever, but after I saw you lying there… I guess I was just worried for you, I really don’t want you to get hurt.” Now that definitely caught your attention. For a second you played with the thought that this could possibly not be Malfoy but just someone else playing him with the help of polyjuice potion because he was definitely not acting like himself, but something in his word convinced you otherwise. “Thanks, I think, but would you mind me asking why? I mean...we’re not really the closest of friends,” you asked him, looking directly into his face to search signs of a possible answer. “Fuck it, I like you, okay? Happy?” You were completely stunned. Stunned, speechless, shocked. In all the time that you had been crushing on him you had never even really considered even the slightest possibility that he could reciprocate your feelings but now here he was telling you straight up. “You-You like me? Like like-like me?” You asked, just really wanting to be sure. There was a hint of nervousness and worry in his eyes, but he hid it behind a wall of annoyance. “You heard me, didn’t you? So, just get it over with, do you like me too or do you not, because if you don’t then I don’t want to waste my time any longer.” This definitely sounded more like the Draco you were used to and you had to giggle a little bit. “Yes, yes I like you too,” you confessed and like it was the most natural thing in the world you moved the uninjured hand over to where he laid on your bed and took it in yours. For the moment, you were caught in the shimmer of happiness and glee at having your crush there with you, definitely something more than your crush, and it would probably take a while until you‘d realize that there were some interesting things to follow, like telling your uncle about this for example...

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The Legend of Dragoon Part 3 - Fate and Soul

I remember Furni! It's such a cool town but so inconvenient at the same time lol, because you literally need to row a boat to go anywhere, including your own house lol! Lmao when I lied to the hotel person about being part of the defeating Kamuy hunt and she refused to give me the license to go on the boats loll, I had to be honest that Dart just came here and then she would recognise him as the heroes of Tiberoa loll. Anyway, I'm glad there was a good ending for Kamuy the wolf because it really just seemed to want to protect Teo and only became "savage" due to some other monster or something. Glad Shana helped it with her Dragoon Spirit. Speaking of Shana, I feel like she's really matured and become strong after getting together with Dart, it's really cute. And considering how the people in town talk about fairies and how Meru said she's been to Mille Seseau but was a bit shifty about it, I assume the Wingly Forest or whatever is here? Anyway, I guess Haschel really is Dart's grandfather considering the lullaby Shana learnt from Dart is what Claire used to sing saying she'll dedicate it to her future child? On another note, I completely forgot/didn't realise Neet/Dart's original hometown was in Mille Seseau so he's originally from here! Loll at Meru taking the opportunity that since Rose left to do some errands, she's going to run and do some too lol.

Wow, Deningrad is beautiful! Lmao at the guy near the entrance shivering from the cold and trying to run on the spot to warm up hahahah, that's exactly what I do when I'm cold🤣 I love how the other person walking around is like it's a warm day today because the sun is out lmaoo. Hmm that Divine Tree legend is interesting. Like, the idea of the land being filled with nothingness until Soa descended and sowed the seed of the Divine Tree which grew 108 fruit that were all different life forms, and that was how all the different species were spread across the world is a pretty interesting idea. So the reasons the Winglies reigned during the Dragon Campaign time was because the Gods gave them that power, and it was when they lost it that the humans were able to prevail? Hmmm, and now the Gods are on or are the Moon that Never Sets watching over the human age? Ohh the current Second Sacred Sister of Mille Seseau, Sister Luanna is also a survivor of Neet's tragedy 18 years ago! Kinda cool how the Queen and the Four Sacred Sisters govern over this land though, very different from Serdio and Tiberoa where they just have a king. Hmm, well, it seems like according to the legends, the Black Monster is basically some sort of monster of destruction there to kill the Moon Child that supposedly purifies the world and calls the Gods to earth. Which is interesting, because considering the "incorrect" decision of the Gods giving Winglies enough power to rule over everything and make humans slaves, are the Gods coming to earth really a "good" thing? In a sense, couldn't it actually be that the Moon Child is the one that brings destruction by doing that? I mean, what if the Gods want to "purify" the earth by destroying everything and just starting all over again?

I see, so Rose went to visit Neet and she meets Luanna! So, I guess if the Black Monster was looking for Princess Louvia in Neet and on the ship, the princess of Mille Seseau is the Moon Child and thus, Shana. What, the Moon Child's power causes everyone around them to become an evangelist for God, making them a servant to prepare for the descending of the god??? So that's why the Black Monster kills everyone who has made contact with the Moon Child, because they're probably essentially "contaminated". On the other hand, with Meru, I think there's a good reason as to why the Winglies hide themselves in a boundary to separate themselves from humans, and make it taboo to leave the forest, I mean, would humans even view them nicely? How can they trust that they won't be killed? I really love the home of the Winglies though, it feels really high tech and fun to teleport around lol! I feel sorry for Meru's parents though, they must be really happy to see her, but welcoming her would definitely earn the ire of everyone else.. Are the Winglies planning to kill the humans one day like the Bardels said? Will the cycle of killing continue? There's another Dragon and it's waking up?! No wonder the Winglies are on edge if the ancestors with the strongest magic power can't defeat it... The King of Dragons with seven magical eyes sounds scary lol, hmm the Divine Dragon huh? Ohhh the Dragon Buster was from here! I wonder if the Dragon Block Staff is enough to protect them..Aww...Guaraha is such a nice childhood friend, he's willing to go against everyone to protect Meru if need be. I can understand why Meru won't stay, not only does she need to help Dart and them, if she did that, Guaraha would be hated too. I hope Meru reciprocates his feelings one day though. Aaaand it seems like the Divine Dragon's seal has been broken somehow~

Well, I didn't expect the Divine Dragon to fly over Deningrad and cause damage to the city like wow. Ohh, so Miranda is the First Sacred Sister. I hate the part where the White Silver Dragoon Spirit rejects Shana and goes to Miranda because Shana isn't able to maintain it anymore or whatever. It's honestly just so heartbreaking to see everyone have to leave her here in Deningrad by herself when she used to stand by them too. I think it must have really hurt for Shana to ask Miranda to take care of the rest because it really hurt me to have to see this happen to her. All she has wished for all this time was to stay by Dart's side and yet she can't even do that now in her condition... It was really sweet that Meru got to talk to her parents properly, and to see her father really happy to see her, their hug was so cute. Surprisingly though, most of the Winglies are so welcoming! Like, they trust Dart and them because the Ancestor said to invite them in to talk about borrowing the Dragon Block Staff to block the Dragon, but wow, I guess they must really respect the Ancestor above all. Omgg, the Bardel brothers hate humans because their little sister followed Meru out to the human world thinking it was wonderful but then ended up getting killed by humans... that's so terrible...

It's kinda sad to think about how terrible the Winglies in the past were, especially since they even made a Coliseum for different species like humans and gigantos to fight to the death against each other for entertainment... Honestly though, I wanted to have a neutral opinion of Miranda since so many people seem to dislike her, but omg I think everything she says is just so...infuriating? Like, I just kinda ignored it when she asked whether they should force their way through the Forest of the Winglies to get the Dragon Block Staff initially, but seriously, which part of that is a good idea when you have no idea where it is and are you literally prepared to kill the Winglies to get it? How selfish can you be when you're asking them for something. And then now that we're talking about getting the Dragon Block Staff into our hands, everyone alongside Dart willingly offers information because they all know that if they want to defeat the Divine Dragon, they all need to co-operate and do what they can to stop it. Her "it's none of your business" when they asked something was just so rude, it's hard to even think of her as a companion. Honestly, it's okay if she's a rough person, but her attitude is the worst. Like sure, she's with people she's not familiar with, but she does realise that these are people she's going to be risking her life with, it wouldn't kill her to try and understand them more. Anyway, I hope she gets more understandable or bearable as a person because I dread using her in battle when I see her lol, doesn't help that I've never been a fan of the archer in the game since it has no Addition. Anyway, the Grand Jewel protecting the staff was much easier than I thought, maybe because I didn't need to rely on Dragoons at all lol, easily killed with Additions and having a therapy ring. I guess it was good that it kept hitting Meru and she had the therapy ring loll. Otherwise, I didn't even need to turn into a Dragoon, I feel like I should have turned into one for 2 turns just to see how strong it gets when it uses the staff against you haha.

It's so terrible to see the Divine Dragon destroy Deningrad like that, it's sad that Dart and them were too late. I actually think it's pretty cool how there's such a nice variety of people and reactions though. Some are hurt and scared, some like the items and weapons shop believe that they need to keep doing business and there are people like the hotel owner and the clinic people who are preparing to take in patients already. I guess the good thing about Miranda is that she's a reliable big sister to the others lol. It's sad that Shana is so perplexed over her powers, but at least she was able to save the people in the palace with it. And it's nice that Miranda is gentle and kind with her, also it's nice that she wants to fulfill her promise with Shana to "take care of the rest" as well as fulfill her obligations as a fellow Dragoon. It's so cute how Meru said she understands how to care for others due to Dart and Shana, it is true though. I feel so sorry for Shana that we have to leave her yet again to go after the Dragon though... I'm not surprised Lloyd was fighting the Divine Dragon already, but I'm kinda amazed that he seemed to have fended it off for quite a while with just the Dragon Buster, since he doesn't have the Dragon Block Staff to actually weaken it. Honestly, the fight could have been much easier if I used Albert and Kongol but I thought it would be okay with Meru and Haschel and my weak Madness Hero hahahaha, needless to say, I took a while plucking away its health with my subpar damage (Meru did 68 damage because I used her new Cool Boogie Addition lmao). Anyway, I levelled up my Additions though so that was good 🤣

I guess we shouldn't be surprised that there's a Divine Dragoon Spirit, but I wonder what Lloyd's aim is if the Divine Dragon was merely an obstacle to it and what's why he came to kill it? It definitely has to do with the Moon Child but hmmm. I felt sorry for Sister Wink that she practically led Lloyd back to the castle to capture Queen Theresa (since he needs the last Moon Mirror now), but I guess regardless, he would have been able to get her anyway. Honestly, it was kinda random that Sister Wink came out of nowhere to take the blow for Lloyd when Dart was about to slash him (after we defeated him), but it's understandable why she did it. She was smitten from the moment she met him, and honestly, he really didn't need to save her all those times to get the mirror but he did anyway. And I guess it's nice if Lloyd will understand a bit more about the kindness of people rather than focusing on trying to have this world reborn into a utopia with the 108th species? Not sure what the plan he and Emperor Diaz has, but I guess it's supposedly time for the new species to rule to fulfill Soa's intentions? I guess we'll get to know more about everything now that Dart is going with Lloyd to see Emperor Diaz. On the other hand, I think it would have been so cool if we got to have Lloyd as a guest character and play with him a bit! That would have been so fun~ Oh well. Anyway, wearing a Talisman and turning into a Dragoon is such a great trick against Lloyd! Since he mostly tries to instant kill the Dragoon guy with the Talisman, so in the end you don't need to heal much at all! Would have been much easier if I had another Talisman but oh well, all good haha!

So, the regeneration of the world that both Emperor Diaz and Lloyd seek is basically believing that the 108th species that Soa created reigning will allow all species to kinda go back to their former powers and glories instead of right now where species such as the Winglies have deteriorating powers out of their control? I was thinking the Moon Child was the 108th species but I was like, if there's only one, is it still a thing? Hahaha, but I guess it doesn't matter if it's one or twenty, classifications of species don't depend on the number of them after all. Ohh, so the Divine Moon objects were used by the Winglies to seal up the 108th species so that they could remain superior and that's why Lloyd needed them! The souls of the dead Dragoons from the Dragon Campaign are still wandering around? But Shirley said only 4 are still here, so including her and Rose that's only 6, what's the last one doing? Ooh, Lloyd got tricked by Emperor Diaz! I didn't realise he didn't know Shana was the Moon Child, but I guess the biggest revelation is that sadly, the Moon Child won't bring the restoration Lloyd desires for the world, instead it's actually a Virage Embryo, a God of Destruction that will in turn cause this whole world to be destroyed. I hope Lloyd didn't just die like that... I mean, yeah he's not a good guy, but at least we hoped for the creation of a better future for the current species, not really the idea of destroying everything and everyone, then starting from scratch again.. Anyway, that's kinda crazy, no wonder why Dart felt familiar to Rose, Zieg (the original Red Eyed Dragoon) is Dart's father, and also the "current" Emperor Diaz.

Ohh, so the 108th species was separated into two, the fruit and the flesh? So, a part is the Moon that Never Sets and the soul was captured in the Crystal Sphere that Melbu Frahma, the master of Winglies kept so that he could withdraw unlimited magic power from and conquer other creatures! I see, the reason why his soul was not mentioned by Shirley was because Zieg is here, having dissolved the petrification caused by Melbu Frahma when they fought against him. The humans destroyed the Crystal Sphere when they took their lives back in the Dragon Campaign, and that allowed the Moon Child to be born... I think it was pretty saddening for Dart to have to hear that Rose was actually the Black Monster all along though. You understand her reasons, because she knew that it was the God of Destruction so she had to kill all the possible Moon children and the "servants" it created alongside them, but to think that Princess Louvia had a twin sister and that was Shana... I thought she was the actual princess, but really, Rose killed the princess and never realised she had a twin... I guess we'll be travelling to the Moon where Shana and the Moon that Never Sets will kinda combine together and become the true God of Destruction? Honestly though, I knew Rose was the Black Monster but I never really thought of or remembered the burden she carried all this time, all the blood, all the hatred and all the sadness. No wonder why she said she forgot how to smile long ago. Ever since she started killing everything 11,000 years ago to prevent the destruction of the world, she lost everything and herself as well. She could only keep killing... It's really saddening.

I really loved this chapter for the extra insight into the Winglies themselves. The past ones that were super strong and dominated all species, and the current ones who are either obsessed with their past strength or the ones like Meru who desire a life outside of their little forest, or even ones like Lloyd who believe in a new future and creating it by themselves. It was really nice to see all that. Miranda as a character leaves lots of things to be desired though, she really doesn't add much to the party and she hasn't been very important tbh lol. I guess with this chapter, most mysteries were revealed at the end, but I really enjoyed the step by step we went to revealing the "last boss" who knew everything and dictated everything. The reveal of the Black Monster was also expected but saddening. It's a lot to take in all at once though, because it's kinda crazy to think how enormous the stakes are now compared to what Dart expected when he first started on this journey. But I guess his reason for continuing won't ever change, and that is to protect Shana.

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Scare The Bad Shit Away ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Soooo I've adapted a prompt from an anon AKA PROMPTS ANON so it fits with the SPOOPY SEASON! Lil warning, there are gonna be some angsty feelsies bUT IT WILL END UP FLOOFY AND GOOD I SWEAR! LET'S DO IT!

Chase Brody was laying in bed. No, he was not decorating the house with spooky decorations, no he was not out buying candy for the trick or treating children....and no, he was not teaching his own children how to carve pumpkins safely. He was being denied those rights, completely unnecessarily, because people can be selfish, stupid, and downright ignorant of other people's true feelings. Feelings that can make someone seem like they're uncaring, when in fact they're just so unbelievably drained that they are unable to express....anything. No matter how much effort you put in, sometimes the internal can just crush you. It's unpleasant as you can probably imagine.

Chase didn't have to imagine. This feeling, or lack of, was what he was becoming accustomed to because of tragedy after tragedy that he'd been subjected to. First, seeing his children less, then only seeing them in a supervised format....then not seeing them at all. Then there were the nightmares that embellished these events with more drama and turmoil than Chase could handle. He was afraid to close his eyes. He was afraid to sleep. He couldn't handle seeing them being taken away, them crying, him crying, him being stuck and gasping at his own chest as the pain built up....and he woke up choking on mucus and tears. People forget about a father's love, thanks for that society. So here he was, if he couldn't sleep he might as well find a state that was as least uncomfortable as possible; even if he was staring at the ceiling for hours on end, or going to the window to wish on a star.

If you think people were oblivious to Chase's feelings however, I must say that you are VERY wrong. But the septics were scared. Scared of being unable to help, scared of saying something wrong and making the situation even worse for the friend and dad that they loved and held dear. Now....I imagine that a lot of you may have a light-bulb moment, thinking that there's one person of that vivacious leprechaun bunch that DEFINATELY has no fear. And you'd be right. There's only one who's mad enough to risk everything bad in order to bring Chase out of that chasm of shit.

'BRODY BITCH HOW DO I LOOK?'

It somehow feels like deja vu writing Anti in this role, but lets face it, it's a very accurate representation of the glitch. He entered the room, did a twirl, and smirked brightly. He had his regular clothes on, but additionally donned a black swishy cape and some light-up devil horns on his head. It seemed he was going for a comically creepy Halloween look instead of spine-chillingly creepy, for today at least. Chase let out a sigh at the noise, only registering it as noise at first before realising it was a person. He looked at Anti briefly, and once his brain caught up with everything he mumbled.

'Mm, spooky.'

Chase wasn't smiling, in fact it rather looked like he didn't have the physical capability anymore with how slack his face and jaw had become. Anti tried to make sure he kept enthusiasm projected, because he knew that if Chase even saw an ounce of pity on his face then he'd just shut down and close him off. Chase hated being pitied. Seeing those sickening simpering looks on people's faces with head tilts and clasped hands in heir laps; the very image of someone doing that made him feel ill. So Anti made sure to keep as far away from that image as possible.

'Thanks bud, hey, mind if I perch?'

Anti gestured to Chase's bed, and Chase shrugged gently.

'Go ahead.'

Anti sat on the edge of Chase's bed and looked Chase up and down, and he did purse his lips for a moment, but then he regained his vigour. He gave Chase a grin as he rambled on vividly.

'So, right, listen, like, carving pumpkins is fun as hell right? I mean, heh, I should know...'

Anti waggled his eyebrows with a smirk before continuing.

'Well, turns out that if ya whack a naïve lil zombie in the mix then things just get WAY better! He just....won't stop eating the pumpkin innards! And he actually LIKES it?! We're filming it for later, but it's TOTALLY worth seeing him just stuff his face!'

Chase let out a little sigh through his nose as he looked up at Anti, watching him through his entire speech. He saw his eyes glint  and sparkle as he related his memories to Chase, and it made Chase think of only one thing. His own eyes would never look like that anymore. Any time that Chase went to look back on any old, happy memories, the nasty ones just took precedence. The good was pushed away to make way for the bad.

'Mmm, I'll prob'ly see it on insta later.' 

Chase's voice was soft, and weak, and sad, and it made Anti want to manifest Chase's bad feelings into a physical substance so he could beat them into a destroyed pulp of nothing. Yes, it would be plastered all over the internet later but that wasn't the point. They needed him, and he needed them. Anti tried to implore light-heartedly.

'But with Schneep manning the camera there's no one responsible to make sure Robbie doesn't start snorting the pumpkin seeds next! We need a dad for common sense and expertise-'

Ah.....perhaps not the best wording. At the mention of his fatherly role, Chase felt himself welling up. He tried to hold the tears back, but it's evil how one word can trigger so much nastiness. Chase was sobbing into his hands, which made Anti's corrupted heart break with guilt...but Chase accepted it when Anti hugged him tight to his chest. It wasn't a regular loving hug. It was a gripping hug, a grasping hug, a hug that reflected that this whole thing was a bunch of shit that needed to be suffocated away. Chase needed that hug. He hiccupped and wept into Anti's chest, but Anti's harsh grip on his shirt and shoulders kept him rooted to reality.

'Let it out, it's fine okay to let it all out, purge it the hell out.'

Chase had never cried harder or for longer than in this moment. That is because when we're alone, we have no one to tell us that it's okay to cry. We only have ourselves saying that it's weak, wrong, pathetic, gross, disgusting, look at you choking on air with mucus on your blotchy face you piece of broken nothing. I think we all need an Anti. Without an Anti, everything gets repressed and stuck, but with an Anti everything is thrust into the open, every gory inch in full view. Only then can any form of healing begin. Anti shakily exhaled as he felt Chase shake in his arms.

'A-Anti.....I....I-....s-s-sorry....'

'Don't you dare Brody, don't you even dare....'

Anti whispered before Chase could breathlessly stammer any more. Anti was patient as Chase continued to let out what he needed to let out, and it took quite a while, but that's more than okay. In fact it's GOOD. When Chase did regain his breath, when he did stop crying, when he did look back up at Anti, yes his face was blotchy and wet and his nose was streaming and he was clinging to Anti for dear life....but he felt so much less shitty.

'Look....we miss ya, a lot. And if ya come with me I promise that I'll throw pumpkin innards at ya instead of pity.'

Chase blinked a few times amidst his sniffles, he couldn't help but smile a bit. That unorthodox stuff always got him.

'Y-You n-needn't go to the trouble....'

Anti raised an eyebrow, he could sense that this was good, really good. He gave Chase a grin as he softly poked his chest.

'Oh I'm not, I WANT to throw pumpkin at'cha and make a mess of yer t-shirt, c'mon lemme be a dick here!'

Chase softly pushed at Anti's hand, and smiled just a fraction more. He looked up at Anti, and Anti's heart leapt when Chase subtly narrowed his eyes at him. There was that first glimmer, that glimmer of attitude that everyone adored.

'No way, this is m'favourite t-shirt....'

Anti narrowed his eyes now, and Chase knew that feral gaze very well, It was the sign that Anti was going to pounce. Yes, Chase was rather vulnerable and DEFINATELY feeling worse for wear....but seeing that look gave him chills down his spine that he had really, really missed.

'All the more reason to stain it to hell!'

Chase started to squirm to try and get away from Anti, but the glitch was a tenacious little shit as he started reaching under the duvet, trying to burrow under so he could grasp at Chase's t-shirt. It was a weak little half-wrestle, gentle playfulness, the kind that made Chase splutter and stutter as he felt Anti's fingers graze his ribcage.

'N-No b-bad Anti badbadbad! Anti noho!'

Anti let out a soft giggle, but then paused when he heard that soft, similar sound come from Chase. His fingertips were resting at Chase's ribs as Anti peeked out from under the duvet to look at him, he had to make sure that this was the indeed the right thing. Anti saw Chase's eyes, sparking with nervousness, lips trembling in anticipation....and limbs frozen, with no movement of resistance. This was definitely the right thing.

'Ohhh I think you mean Anti YES!'

Anti dove back under the covers like an otter slipping into water and clawed and rubbed at Chase's ribcage, which brought forth a magnificent cackle before laughter consumed Chase. Yeah, that's right, he was laughing. But that wasn't just it....Chase was LETTING this happen. Chase decided there was no point waiting around for laughter, he was going to let it come by playful force, Anti's playful force.

'NOHO AHAHAHA NONONO NAHAHAT THIHIS!'

Anti smirked like the devil as he found every gap in between Chase's ribs and rubbed the hell out of them, thus making Chase thrash wildly as Anti teased.

'Ohoho yeees this! I'd almost forgotten how ticklish you are, and we can't have that can we?'

Luckily Chase wasn't expected to answer that question, especially since his mind was too overcome with the tickle torture to be able to process much other than the fact that Anti was being teasy and evil and there was nothing Chase to do to derive mercy from him.

'PLEHEHEHEASE AHAHAHA IHIHI CAHAHAN'T!!'

Chase was already desperate and weak, which was just what Anti wanted. Start off with an energy-draining attack, then dim down to techniques that just slowly chip away at your victim's resolve until they're too flustered and blubbery to resist....and Chase's lack of proper resistance now was what assured Anti that this was something right and appropriate to do. Anti growled evilly.

'It's not like you can stop me, I could keep you here for hour after hour....'

Chase's eyes widened and he shook his head fearfully, whimpering and wailing when Anti's drilling fingers reached his topmost ribs.

'NOHOHOHOHO NONONONO!!!'

Anti fought an affectionate laugh at Chase's reply as he furrowed his brows in a mock expression of contemplation, whilst also slowing down his touch so Chase could breath. Chase nervously looked up at Anti as the glitch carefully mused.

'No? Hmmm, if only there was an alternate activity you could join....'

Chase's breath hitched in his throat when Anti's fingertips drifted up to his armpits, fluttering oh so softly as Anti smiled mischievously down at him. Chase tried to purse his lips in an attempt to tough it out, but by this point even the slightest swipe at his nerves would break him instantly.

'Ahahantihihiiii duhude c'mohohooon!'

Chase whined amidst jittery giggles, giving Anti a truly imploring expression, but Anti's resolve was as hard as granite. Anti leant down and nuzzled Chase's ear which a cheeky smile, his tone ever playful.

'You know you wanna play with us Chaseeeyyy.'

Despite his crimson cheeks and bouncing giggles, Chase did exhibit a little grimace. Of course he wanted to play with them and have fun, they were his family too after all....but he couldn't get it out of his head that he'd ruin it all. Destroy the mood, implicitly make things about him and his situation leading to an awkward silence as soon as he stepped in the room. Yeah. Anxiety is a piece of shit.

'Buhuhut Ihi kn-knohow Ihi'll b-be a buhurden!'

Anti halted.

'....take that back.'

Oh dear. Chase felt an ice cold chill down his spine. Anti was so sudden in his stopping, and now so still in form, no glitching or even a single flinch. Chase gulped when Anti looked at him....and Chase could feel emotions stirring in his chest when he saw the utter sincerity on Anti's face. All he could hear was their breathing, until Chase managed to find a glimmer of his voice again.

'But it's true, I'll destroy the good mood and-'

'I said....take it back.....or else.'

Anti cut him off in that same sudden manner. Chase was taken aback because of how Anti managed to look seriously emotional and yet be encased by mischief, Anti wasn't going to let this slide and he was doing it for profound reasons. Chase bowed his head and shook it....he couldn't take back a genuine opinion he had, not without good reason. Now, you may think that good reason was something that the ever radical Antisepticeye was not acquainted with, allow me to disabuse you of that delusion. Anti lived for reason. He was a man of purpose. He was a man with a list of reasons to counteract Chase's opinion, and he was going to get through that list even with Chase's hysterical laughter in the mix.

'Fine....you want reasons why you're wrong? Allow me.'

Anti shifted off his torso to sit on his thighs, where he swiftly placed his hands on Chase's hips and used his thumbs to rub circles deep into the bowels of his hips. Chase was squealing immediately.

'Reason one. You're so fucking kind that it's a sickeningly beautiful inspiration to everybody.'

Chase was giggling and yelping hysterically as he bucked and wriggled, hoping in vain to dislodge or dissuade his attacker. But he knew this was Anti's way of drilling his message in without causing more upset for Chase, so he couldn't stop it; Anti would make sure that there wouldn't be any tears of sadness....though, potentially a few streams of mirthful madness.

'AhahahANTIHI FUHUCK PLEASEPLEASE!'

Anti let himself smile affectionately as he watched Chase giggle so wildly and blush with such deeply rooted embarrassment. Compliments always got to Chase. Anti however, didn't see these words of his as compliments; after all, how can something be a compliment if it's undeniably true?

'Reason two: There are people who care about ya and would do anythin' for ya....'

Chase looked up at Anti through his fingers when he heard him trail off, still laughing his head off, but smiling bashfully at Anti's whisper.

'...me included.'

Chase almost felt like he could cry from joy....and he did, but Anti's words were not the cause. I think however, that Anti's digging into and scribbling at his inner thighs might have had something to do with Chase's new weeping and giddy shrieking.

'AHAHAHAHAAAHHH YOHOHOU CAHAHAN STAHAHAP NOHOHOW!!!'

Anti giggled as Chase tugged at his legs and tried whacking him, all of it useless since Anti quite literally had the upper hand. He smirked happily down at Chase, beyond satisfied that his tears weren't derived from unpleasantness for once. As he continued tickling he purred.

'But I haven't even got to the last reason yet, and it's a loooong one.'

Chase let out a wail as he used his forearms to cover his face, because of two reasons; one, to hide how flustered and bashful he was at the fact that Anti had lengthy reasoning for him, and two, to try and somehow block off the ticking sensations. As you can imagine, covering your face doesn't actually do anything to help. It doesn't stop us all from trying though.

'PLEHEHEASE NOHO MOHOHORE!! IHIHI'M GOHONNA DIHIHIIIIE!!!'

Anti let out a laugh, then replied indignantly.

'Not before I have my inspiring speech ya won't!'

Chase let out a gasp when he felt Anti finally relent on his thighs, but he was just a giggly mess. I don't think they even counted as residual giggles, it was just a legitimate embarrassed giggle fit that Chase was caught in as he tried to get his breath back. Anti watched him for a few moments, then folded his arms with a teasing, raised eyebrow.

'Are ya finished down there?'

Chase's eyes widened as he hurriedly covered his mouth, reigning in his giggles as he stuttered.

'S-Sohohorry sorrysorrehehee....'

Anti let out an exaggerated sigh and shook his head, which made Chase snort, before he managed to actually contain himself. Now Chase's heart was pounding....what was Anti going to say next? Chase was in two minds, he wanted to hear what Anti had to say, but his mind was convincing him that that made him terrible and vain....but no. No. Wanting to hear nice things about yourself is NOT vain, or selfish, or egotistical. Wanting kindness does not make you a bad person, wanting to be cared for does not make you a bad person, needing reassurance does not make you a bad person. Chase looked up at Anti with bated breath, and the glitch cleared his throat....he had to get this right.

'Well uh....reason three. If you're such a burden....there how are you the only one whose singing can soothe Robbie? How are you the best at signing for Jamie? How can you predict exactly what strength of coffee the doc needs every individual morning to rid him of headaches? How can you remind Angus to take hot food out on hunting trips? How can you persuade Shawn to take breaks from his work with the right soft spoken words? How can you motivate Marvin when a spell doesn't work? How can you support Jackie when a mission goes wrong? And I'm sorry but how the FUCK are you a burden when you're able to make me actually wanna hang out with you because you're fun and safe to be around?'

Chase was welling up and used his hands to cover his mouth as Anti hugged him close hurriedly, desperately; it was what they both needed right there and then. Anti hadn't even finished speaking before he'd enveloped his friend. It's strange isn't it? When one person deems you unimportant it can make you convince yourself that that's how everybody else feels too. Well, to use the technical term, that's bullshit. I'm pleased to say that Chase was starting to see that now, and any start is a good start. They kept hugging, Anti wanting to give Chase as much time to recover and process what he'd said.....it was a lot. Anti had intended to keep his composure, but he couldn't stop himself from getting passionate; it's what happens when you really mean something. Chase was undeniably shaken, because Chase had never thought that any of those things he did were significant, he just thought they were decent and normal; it just goes to show how oblivious good people are in terms of how important they are to us. Chase wept, but didn't sob and wheeze, he just sniffled and smiled....really smiled. After a few moments of that meaningful healing, Anti's familiar, and frankly wonderful and strangely homely, chuckle reached Chase's ears.

'Ready to have pumpkin chucked at yer butt?'

Chase smiled into Anti's chest, and cheekily retorted in a little mumble....but his words had their own deep, implicit volume.

'Only if you are.'

Anti smirked as they retreated from the hug, and grinned ferally at Chase. There was that fire that he so loved. Yes it was a mere spark now, but Anti was going to work damn hard to coax it and fuel it until it was powerful enough to level a city.

'We'll see.'

Chase got out of bed then....and I'd just like to say that that in itself can be a huge achievement. I should make it clear that even if you're in such a slumped mind-set, the smallest thing is a victory. Getting out of bed, having a shower, managing small snacks at regular intervals, reading news; you don't have to have a grand social awakening in order to have a win. This is just how it has transpired on this one occasion. I'm happy to say that not one but TWO enthusiastic men left that room, both ready to take terror and pumpkins and kick this season's spoopy butt.

DONE WOOOO HOPE YOUS LIKE THIS AAAAAA LET ME KNOW IF YOU GUYS DO LIKE IT OKEY WOOP LUV YOUS XX

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Seraph’s Character Sheet

here’s a big ol heap of info for m’gal seraph!!! enjoy! (and apologies to those the readmore doesn’t cooperate with slkdfjks)

Character Chart Character’s full name: Seraph Sanyi Reason or meaning of name: her first name is a reference to her feral form, a seraph, and her last name means cold in hausa (african language) Character’s nickname: Ser-bear (only for roo) Reason for nickname: term of endearment, shows how sweet her nature is Birth date: October 13th (2017) Sexuality: panromantic  Gender/pronouns: nonbinary demigirl, she/her

Physical appearance Age: 10 (note: familiars are “mature” at 3yrs of age) How old does he/she appear: anywhere from 18 to early 20s (depending on how mature she’s acting in that moment) Weight: she’s made of feathers and wool ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (But probably a lil heavier than one would expect. She is Chonk™) Height: 4’9’’ Body build: chubby and soft, like a pear shaped pillow Shape of face: sheep Eye color: normally black sclera, white iris, but they turn yellow with a black slit if she’s about to shift forms. In her feral form, they’re all silver! Glasses or contacts: neither! Skin tone: mostly a very light silvery pink color, but her ears/mask around her eyes/legs/hooves are all a dark shade of purple  Distinguishing marks: none Predominant features: her wings! they have white/gold/purple feathers, also her “halo” (gold ring above her head) Hair color: white Type of hair: tightly curled wool!  Hairstyle: sometimes she puts it up, but usually its just down/puffy  Voice: singsong, kinda bell-like when laughing, pleasant to listen to ((her voiceclaim is over here!))  Overall attractiveness: any familiar will tell u she’s p cute Physical disabilities: none Usual fashion of dress: normally wears stuff with bright colors. You can  catch her in dress shirts or sweaters with khakis/jeans/leggings, dresses, anything really, as long as it looks cute!  Favorite outfit: long pinkish purple shirt, tan shorts, brown ropy looking belt Jewelry or accessories: none (note: the ring on her head is actually part of her)

Personality Good personality traits: optimistic, eager to help others, selfless, modest, generous, incredibly caring and compassionate, kind, gentle, patient, perseverant, emphatic, extremely hard worker, has a good eye for detail Bad personality traits: blind faith in those she loves, hides own problems by bottling up negative/melancholy emotions, doesn’t give herself enough credit, gives too many chances, refuses to acknowledge reality if it would make a loved one unhappy, often overexerts and exhausts herself from giving too much, is scared of being the center of attention, gets horrible chest-aching anxiety from seeing things in physical pain, can give quite the cold shoulder if made angry Mood character is most often in: happy, or as close to it as she can get! Sense of humor: she’ll laugh at almost anything as long as its not morbid or offensive. Fond of knock knock jokes, and absolutely loves puns Character’s greatest joy in life: her ability to create things and to fly Character’s greatest fear: being completely useless Why: She wants to help people out, and it pains her to see others in pain. Not to mention she’s been told the reason for her existence is to help people. If she’s unable to do so, she feels like she’s failed as a familiar and a person to do her duty in the world, and to others. It literally tears her apart inside.  What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Corruption and/or death of her loved ones (more specifically: her originator) Character is most at ease when: hanging out somewhere warm with some good friends, like at a small party/event, or at her house Most ill at ease when: in a cold, dark, and silent place, such as a tomb/cemetery or low level of a building/dungeon Enraged when: people hurt others/are incredibly rude/are mean/are outright cruel for no reason Depressed or sad when: she’s unable to lift evangel’s mood, she hasn’t been able to socialize, the things she bakes taste horrible/burn many times in a row, or she loses her voice Priorities: number one priority is taking care of evangel. Number two is making sure those she comes into contact with are happy, or at least to learn why they’re not in order to try and change that. After these is trying to improve herself/her abilities Life philosophy: treat others with utmost kindness unless they give you a good reason not to (and even then, try to be fair about it.) Everyone can change and grow; be mindful of the flowers, sprouts, and blooms around you. Do your best to help nurture them all. If granted one wish, it would be: to make everyone happy Why: The gal just… genuinely wants to see everyone smile and experience joy. No malice, no secret plans, just a true smile and good feelings for everyone. It’s what they deserve. Character’s soft spot: small fluffy animals, and any nice word or gift directed at/given to her Is this soft spot obvious to others?: ohhh yeah. She pretty much melts in the presence of tiny baby floofs, and in the face of any nice thing done for her/said to her ever Greatest strength: her almost unwavering dedication/loyalty to her friends/family Greatest vulnerability or weakness: it’s easy to make her feel that she’s failing Biggest regret: not doing better for evangel Minor regret: not adding more cinnamon to her latest batch of monkey bread- it really did need some more Biggest accomplishment: helping evangel start up and successfully upkeep her shop Minor accomplishment: making her own recipe for extremely good cinnamon chocolate chip cookies (she saves it for her bad days) Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: once she accidentally almost set the whole kitchen on fire when evangel wasn’t home. She ended up charring a cabinet and losing a whole box of fabric scraps before she managed to put it out. Why: it was a complete accident, and she takes pride in her work. Such a big slip up is v embarrassing for her Character’s darkest secret: sometimes, on her worst days, all she wants to do is fly away from her life, her friends, and everything, and go away over the ocean, not to return Does anyone else know? No. She keeps these thoughts to herself.

Goals Drives and motivations: see most important childhood memory. Additionally, she believes that everyone deserves good things, and strives to do her part in that regard. She also loves to create, especially songs and recipes. This motivates her to experiment and have fun with what she does! Her creative drive may increase or falter depending on her mood.  Immediate goals: stay on top of shop orders, finish her latest song, and make some more brownies Long term goals: keep the shop running, make evangel happy, and possibly open up a small baked goods section of the shop someday How the character plans to accomplish these goals: hard work and a happy, can do attitude, as well as finding some time to herself in which to attend to her more personal goals How other characters will be affected: hopefully very positively!

Past Hometown: whichever ocean town she’s livin in rn Type of childhood: (I’m counting the first three years of her life as childhood) it was… alright. She learned quick to hide her own bad emotions though. They seemed to distress evangel, and on top what other issues seraph saw her struggling with, she didn’t wanna be a bother. Around the same time, her feral form lost its healing power and became prone to lashing out. She put a stop to that as soon as she could, and gained control over herself in that form as well. Other than those instances it was mostly a happy “childhood.” Pets: none First memory: seeing evangel and her room Most important childhood memory: one of the first things evangel told seraph about being a familiar was that they were supposed to help their originators and make them happy. Alternatively, evangel said she was proud of seraph after she completed a whole dress by herself. Evangel was smiling so much, and she looked so happy. Why: seeing evangel so happy and proud delighted her, and she wants nothing but to replicate that happiness for her. It drives how hard she works to help her. The first memory does the same thing, and shows why she blames herself for a lot of what’s going on. Childhood hero: looked up to evangel for a short time  Dream job: baker Education: she can read/write/do basic math just fine, and knows a good deal about cooking/sewing/tailor work/etc, as well as some psychology/interpersonal relationships stuff. Definitely more self taught and street smart, though. Religion: n/a Finances: evangel took care of her 

Present Current location: same as childhood Currently living with: evangel Pets: none Religion: n/a Occupation: assists evangel in running her shop Finances: she n evangel use the shop money ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Family Mother: Evangel Relationship with her: complicated, seraph gives more than she gets in return and does most of the emotional labor, supportive but not very well (like one of those noodle/marshmallow towers kinda), draining at times but does produce good moments and a (generally) loving home Father: Relationship with him: Siblings: Relationship with them: Spouse: Roo (in the future) Relationship with them: loving and healing, they take the time to work through any issues (even specific to one another) and make sure to listen to/care for each other always. Literally Goals™ Children: Relationship with them: Other important family members: Journal Drapht and Ruffy Drapht (both in the future)

Favorites Color: pink!!! She also loves blue, like the sky. Together they make cotton candy!!! Least favorite color: swampy green/brown, along with bone white. They make her uncomfy Music: upbeat, happy tunes, particularly old timey piano/carnival songs. Flute music is also her jam Food: sweets!!! Candy is appreciated, but especially baked goods like brownies/cookies (which is why her baking/comfort eating combo usually works to calm her) Literature: cookbooks, music theory/history, and fables/short stories Form of entertainment: creating things (with her hands or her voice), and seeing others create too. Loves watching shows and having evangel animate books Expressions: a smile!!! Especially those small, contented ones, when you can tell someone is truly at peace and happy with their lot Mode of transportation: flying (as long as she’s the one doin it!) Most prized possession: an old, delicate sheet of music. It was the first song she sang, and it has many notes scribbled in the margins about different tunes and little improvements it could have. It reminds her of simpler times, and gives her a sweet nostalgia. It’s also a reminder of how far she’s come in life.

Habits Hobbies: baking, singing, reading, flying Plays a musical instrument? If voice counts, then yep! Plays a sport? Nope, but she may join in from time to time How he/she would spend a rainy day: curled up with a good book, or singing some new songs she wanted to practice. She finds the rain adds a nice ambiance to her voice Spending habits: doesn’t tend to buy much aside from food or whatever new fabric/etc evangel needs. She will splurge from time to time and get new books for herself tho (songbooks and cookbooks mostly) Smokes: nope Drinks: nope Other drugs: noooope What does he/she do too much of? Suppressing her negative emotions instead of addressing them/venting What does he/she do too little of? Spending time away from the shop/evangel Extremely skilled at: figuring out what emotions others are feeling and helping them through it, and singing (despite her minor case of stage fright) Extremely unskilled at: sports, anything mechanical, fighting, handling physical injuries Nervous tics: humming, playing with her hair, comfort eating, and compulsively organizing things Usual body posture: standing up straight and tall! Mannerisms: Always nice and kind to everyone she meets. Keeps up a cheery, positive attitude, and is almost always smiling. Tries her hardest to make everyone around her happy. Does her best on every single task assigned to her. Tends to speak in a singsong voice unless she’s not feeling great. Goes off on her own when in a bad mood. Very neat and organized, and always has some sort of advice or gentle word ready. Peculiarities: her gold ring will seem to float higher or lower above her head depending on her mood. Also hums/trills/makes some kinda quiet sound like all the time- if she isn’t, something’s probably wrong.

Traits Optimist or pessimist? Big optimist!!! Introvert or extrovert? Mostly extrovert, though she has her more introverted days n needs time to herself Daredevil or cautious? Cautious ftw Logical or emotional? Emotional, but she can usually apply some logic unless the situation is horrible Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Neat!!! V neat!!! Doesn’t mind a mess but she really likes to have a tidy space around her Prefers working or relaxing? Both. Prefers working to help others, but relaxing/bonding time is incredibly important to her Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Mostly confident, but she can get really self conscious some days Animal lover? Y e s 

Self-Perception How they feel about themself: she feels that she does her best, even if it’s not always THE best, and that she’s a pretty nice person overall. Wishes she could work harder despite her limits. One word the character would use to describe self: kindhearted One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: “My name is Seraph Sanyi, and I’m a 10 year old familiar. I’m kind, gentle, emphatic, and a big optimist. I’m a hard worker, and always try to give whatever task I have my best shot. If you’ve got something to do, then why not do it well? Especially if it’s for someone else. I do what I can to try and help people as often as I’m able. Everyone deserves a bit of sunshine in their life!” “I-If you were asking about my hobbies, i like baking! Finding new recipes to try and making all sorts of sweet treats… I could do that all day long. Creating things makes me feel all warm inside. Oh, and i sing sometimes. I don’t really like singing in front of people, though. I’d much rather be a stagehand than the main attraction. Th-that’s how it is in my life.” “After all, I’m here to help. It’s what I’m made for.” What does the character consider their best personality trait? Her patient dedication or soft nature What does the character consider their worst personality trait? how cold she can get if someone makes her angry What does the character consider their best physical characteristic? Absolutely loves her wings from her feral form. Normally, she’s fond of her fur/wool. Is v sof. What does the character consider their worst physical characteristic? Doesn’t like the eyes that show up all over her in feral form. Other than that, she doesn’t really dislike any part of herself. How does the character think others perceive them: she’s been told she’s a big help to others, a source of joy, and very kind What would the character most like to change about themself: she’d like to be a bit less of a people pleaser, despite her wishes to help everyone, since she needs to take care of herself too

Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: she likes people. She’s under the “everyone can be good if they just try” mentality, and will give em plenty of chances to prove that right. Does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others? If she’s mad at you, she’ll let you know. She values communication yo! And you’ll definitely be able to tell if she’s happy! But she does tend to hide feelings of sadness, despair, melancholy, hopelessness, etc. You can tell she’s not feeling her best if she’s really quiet. But she doesn’t tend to show many signs of feeling bad around people until it’s build to the point of a breakdown. If you manage to catch her in a less-than-jovial mood, it’ll take you awhile to coax what’s wrong out of her. (even if she trusts you, she won’t be forthcoming with her “blue” emotions.) Person character most hates: nobody bc hate is a strong word :V Best friend(s): evangel and a few of the familiars of regular customers in the shop. (Also, ruffy n journal n roo after story starts) Love interest(s): Roo :3 Person character goes to for advice: the town elders Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: evangel (and all her bffs/new family later) Person character feels shy or awkward around: people she doesn’t know well asking her to sing for them. Anyone who asks her to do something that’d make her the center of attention also makes her feel this way Person character openly admires: the sirens at the bottom of the sea cliff. She thinks their voices are beautiful, and that they themselves are gorgeous. She aspires to sing like them someday Person character secretly admires: the baker and the composer down the street in their own shops. They run their own businesses, are always kind/upbeat, and pretty successful in all their endeavours. They’re what Seraph secretly dreams to be, and she admires them from a distance for this reason. Most important person in character’s life before story starts: evangel After story starts: Roo, Journal, Ruffy

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Like Father Like Daughter || Part II

Words: 1485

Warnings: blood

Author: Cass

Arlene has been waken up by sunrays.  She growled softly, slowly got up and walked to her suitcase and sighed. “Why I didn’t unpack it yesterday…” She smiled softly and quickly found grey shirt and black skirt. “This will be perfect” Arlene said and put things onto armchair. Then she grabbed her dressing-gown and went downstairs. “Do you ever sleep?” She asked and smiled looking at her father.

“I had to get up earlier … Bigger breakfast.” He smiled.

Arlene nodded “Dad… Can I get a hug?” She asked quietly.

Hannibal looked at her and walked to her, he slowly took her into his arms. “Something’s wrong…?” He asked and looked at her, stroking her cheek.

“Nothing… I just. I missed you dad.” She said and smiled at him.

Hannibal smiled back and kissed her forehead “I missed you too. I’m glad that my Sanglante Dame wasn’t caught by Police.”

She nodded “Yea… Someone got too close to me… I thought that it will be good to be with Police man… I thought I will have easier access to info… I will know when I will be able to work and when I need to stay quiet.”

“He got too close?” Hannibal asked.

Arlene only nodded “Yea… I was able to manipulate him…. He killed himself and I moved out.” She said.

Hannibal smiled and kissed her head “I’m proud.” He said.  Arlene smiled “I will go and wait at breakfast.” Woman said and walked to the table.

After breakfast Arlene went to take shower, she brushed her hair and put on clothes that she prepared earlier, she also put on black high hills and glasses. Then she walked to her father. “I think you will be big distraction for my patients.” He smiled. “Don’t worry dad. It will be fine.” She giggled “Can we go?”

He nodded “Let’s go.”

Arlene took her bag and followed her father.

Arlene walked inside office. Ohhh… How she missed this place. Every small part of it. She could remember times when her father was showing her his sketches… They were really brutal like for 12 years old girl.  She remembered days that she spent here with Hannibal. She walked along the wall looking at paintings that she saw few years ago. Place didn’t change and it was good. In this one room… There was too many of her memories.

Arlene put her bag down and sighed softly “So… I better go and look at papers.” She said, still looking around.

“Just be quick. I want to have you by my side when patient will come.” Hannibal said.

Arlene blinked “I’m sorry I though..” “You will be my assistant. You will be close to me whole time. Patients trust me… So they gonna trust my daughter.” Man smiled and Arlene nodded slowly “Okay… Sounds great.”

Arlene looked at papers, many cases were interesting. She didn’t knew why but only one name coughed her attention. “Will Graham”. Arlene even didn’t start read when she heard knocking, she got up from her place and went to open doors.

Man looked confused “Um… Doctor Lecter… Is He here?”

“Yes I’m.” He said and smiled at man softly.

Man walked inside “Good… Who’s this young lady?”

“This is my daughter. I hope you don’t mind her being here. She is my assistant, She is studying and I want her to get as much experience as it’s possible.” Hannibal explained and Arlene smiled at man.

“Oh… No… No. If this only will help this beautiful young lady then I can accept this. If she took your path it means she is worth my trust. Like father like daughter.” Man said happily.

Hannibal smiled and nodded “Let’s start.”

Rest of the day was the same. People were coming and leaving. Some of them had normal problems, some were psychopaths in some points.  Arlene really enjoyed this. She was sitting on couch and listening… Learning about all of those sick minds.  She had her notebook in hands. Writing down every important thing for her observation. Patient after patient… She was listening to the sounds of their voices, she watched their movements, their faces, but the most important she listened and watched Hannibal. Studying his every word and move.

After many hours Arlene finally said goodbye to last person “Good night and see you next time.” She said politely.

“Tired?” Hannibal asked and looked at her from his desk.

“Not really. It was… Interesting. Too bad that this day is over… I could...”  Arlene was cut off by door.

Someone just walked inside. It was man, not too tall. He had dark curly hair and glasses.

“Hannibal I thought I won’t catch you… Who’s that…?” He asked looking at Arlene “Are you busy?”

“No, It’s my daughter.” He said looking at man.

“You… You have daughter?” Man asked, looking really confused.

“There is many things you don’t know about me, Will. Sweetheart please go close main door and come back here.” Hannibal looked at Arlene.

Arlene nodded and went to do what he asked her to. Now she could recognize that name, she saw it in papers this morning. Arlene had to admit, he was interesting as a patient… And he was handsome.

She returned back inside and slowly walked to desk. Arlene sat in chair and took her notebook, she started slowly write her new notes.

After that meeting Arlene got up from her seat and walked to her father.

“So… This is your daughter? My name is Will Graham.” Man said and offered his hand.

Arlene took his hand “Arlene Lecter.”

Hannibal looked at them “Will… Tomorrow we have less work to do. I want to invite you at small dinner 8p.m?”

Arlene blinked and looked at her father. “Um, okay. It sounds… 8p.m then. Thank you that I could talk with you and… I was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Will.” Arlene said quietly.

When man left, Arlene looked at Hannibal “I thought you shouldn’t be friends with patients.” She said.

“He is other case.” He said and shrugged “Ready to go… We need to get some things at tomorrow’s dinner.” Hannibal said and looked at Arlene.

Woman looked at him and smiled “Oh… I will help you with pleasure father.” She said nodding.

“What he did?” Arlene asked, looking at fresh blood covering her hands.

“No one important, really… Man from newspaper… He was really getting onto my nerves…” he growled.

“That’s explaining a lot.” Arlene smiled and helped her father.

This was her favorite part. Hands still covered in warm blood, buried deep inside dead body.

“You missed this, sanglante dame?” Hannibal smiled.

“Yes… I missed this so much. So… Now we cut here… And we have lungs, I need to say he was a really healthy man. What we gonna do with him?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about that.” He said watching her.

Arlene smiled, looking at her hands. She sighed heavily because she couldn’t stop herself. Woman started lick the blood off of her hands, Arlene moaned from happiness. “Merveilleusement!” She said and laughed “Ne peut pas attendre!” Arlene growled happily and continued to lick blood off of her fingers.

Arlene cleaned herself up and sighed happily “Mmmm… I love that, I needed that!”

“I knew it will make you feel better.” Hannibal said and stroked her cheek “Go home… I will take care of rest, just be careful, Sweetheart.” He murmured.

Arlene nodded and nuzzled to his hand “I will be careful, father and you have to be careful too” She said before leaving.

At home Arlene sighed sadly and shivered. “Too bad that stuff in France got so messed up.” She growled to herself and went to change.

When she got downstairs, Hannibal was already in kitchen “Want to help me? We will prepare meat and it will be great tomorrow.”

Arlene giggled “You know that blood is more my thing.” She said and walked closer. “No, thank you, father. I rather would like to watch. You are a Master in kitchen.”

Arlene watched his every move. He was so gentle and careful with meat.

He looked at her “You look tired. Go to bed sweetheart. We have work to do tomorrow and dinner to make.” He said.

Arlene sighed softly “You are right father. I will go to bed. I love you.”

Hannibal whispered. "I love you too sweetheart… Now please go to bed and rest. You had a hard day.“ With every word he walked closer to her, Hannibal wrapped arms around Arlene and pulled her closer "My brave little girl.” He whispered, stroking her cheek “Good night.”

Arlene nodded “Good night dad.” She said quietly and went to bedroom.

Hannibal came to bedroom to check on Arlene. He sat on bed and gently touched her cheek “My good girl, I will need to do something.” Hannibal said and then left the room.