#she would usually say something. and when i was getting into transformers i would rant aboot optimus she would roll her eyes and say ohh my | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

fogged--mirror · 2 months ago

Text

tr!clown headcanons weow (heavily based on my design for him)

So whenever he is afk or not physically there (logged off lol) he is a normal sized centipede sleeping in his mask. I think he leaves his mask in his castle room somewhere no one would check (under the bed or sth)

Under the cut a lot more text, mostly losa focused yay yippie

My mans been out cold for most of the month. I think tr!Ros would have found his mask (she is probably the only person who hangs around his room anyway). While trying to put his mask somewhere more nice she finds the bug looking kinda like him? She checks if it's alive and the thing just curls itself on her hand.

It's pretty easy to put together that the strange centipede with - exact colours as Clown's centipede traits, radiating magical energy and, most of all, sleeping in his mask is just Clown in his second form.

Ros thought of trying to wake him up but ultimately decided to just put him back to his hiding spot. "Surely he would be back soon, no need to bother him now!". She showed tr!Sneeg though, just in case. He tried to shake the bug awake for a solid 3 minutes but gave up after it hadn't worked. Still, they know now!

(in my hc they both kinda had an idea about a second form because it was impossible to find Clown whenever he was afk or asleep, Ros thought he has a bug form like her /she can transform into a butterfly swarm when logging off/. Sneeg thought the guy just buries himself in a cave or a dark place because he is a centipede hybrid. It ended up being both of their theories lol).

I like to think they both sometimes visit him and chat. Ros when she needs to rant about something going horribly wrong and Sneeg when he wants to ramble about his machines. To no one's surprise they both usually end the conversation with offhandedly mentioning that they miss him. Sneeg might throw in some insults or lightly shake the sleeping bug a few times for a good measure.

Before the ball they both visited him. Ros tried to get him to wake up and waited for a bit after, she hoped he would be there for her big moment but it's fine, she will surely see him after anyway. Sneeg came by after Ros left, just waiting if the jester finally decides to get up. After a few minutes he leaves, he is late to the ball already, if Clown shows up he will see him anyways.

After the ball it is a bit weird.

Ros remembers him as a friend, but not the little details like his other form. Somehow she still finds him again and just holds him in her shaky hands for a while, the warmth feels nice to her still frostbit skin after returning from the null. It still hasn't fully went away after a few days. She never says a word during all this, puts him back and doesn't speak to him anymore whenever she walks by his room. The tradition slipped her already half shattered mind.

Sneeg hasn't changed that drastically compared to Ros, he still visits, he still rants, still pokes fun at Clown never being here, the usual. But it fizzles out faster than before, despite being fine with his own warden corruption he doesn't really want for a warden to spawn in Clown's room of all places actually. He leaves quicker or barely visits, he has a machine to attend to, an ancient city to visit to, anywhere else but here. Slowly he stops visiting fully.

Clown slightly knows that they both visited and talked to him while he was gone, he recalls some bits of words they said once or twice. Thinking harder about it he feels surprisingly comfortable with them knowing of his other form, the only two people he feels confident wouldn't do something with it never did anything. The immediate next thought is of how to scare the living hell out of Sneeg with it since he can freely transform around or near him now.

Less angst hcs :)

Ros holds bug Clown very carefully a lot, her hands are always cold (mans a lava centipede, he is very good at being a heater). She does so before and after the null (it's like muscle memory - if hands cold grab a bug until they get warmer). If Ros told him she did this he would probably hang around closer to her more (naturally radiates warmth due to lava literally being in his veins but his tail is too hot to comfortably touch when he is awake, so he just exists close by whenever they meet up)

Sneeg holds him like people hold worms on a string or lets him dangle like a noodle. He holds the bug up in front of him and talks to it like it's actually Clown for funnies sometimes. Once dragged his second still dead asleep form to show the blender, sleepiest bug on the realm had no comment and was delivered back to it's room after being called a few insults. After the warden corruption he still hold the jester like a noodle but does less silly things each time he visits.

When Clown inevitably wakes up and learns the other two know he absolutely uses it to his advantage. He jumps down on Sneeg's head multiple times to scare him or worms his way into his cape and just hangs out there if he has nothing better to do (to Sneeg's annoyance but it's better then this guy jumpscaring him or finding a new way to torment him more so he takes it). Ros gets the better end of the stick with his second form. He hangs out near her in bug form because he is comfortable and relaxed enough to do so. Pocket sized bug who still gets used as a heater and follows Ros sometimes! (mostly whenever he is tired or sleepy and just wants to spend time with her).

Silly hc also - Bug Clown is dreaming about lifesteal and rn he is having a nightmare about his mace being stolen so whenever Sneeg or Ros see his bug form it looks distraught and keeps turning in his mask. Neither question it. Bro is fighting for his life while sleeping, godbless. When he wakes up next time he still kind of feels like he is in lifesteal for a good first hour of being back (he overslept real bad and cannot remember what year is it or where he is).

I miss losa so bad can this guy return from the war (lifesteal arc or editing) pretty please. This post is mostly rambling, my b

#holo tired rambles #losa #league of secret alchemists #the realm smp #a whole lot of text vaguely connected somehow #i still love my bug clown agenda #deadliest guy on the realm and also a long noodle with too much legs who get held like a rat sometimes #peak in my opinion

49 notes · View notes

nixthelapin · 1 year ago

Text

A Jekyll&Hyde type akuma whose power is to bring out a hidden or repressed part of your personality (but like, making two of you instead of switching in one body), and when Chat gets hit suddenly there’s both “normal” Chat (I’ll get to that in a sec) and Cat Walker/Patte de Velours at the same time.

(Cue Ladybug freaking out upon learning they’re the same person)

“Normal” Chat looks the same, but is just a bit more intense (since this is Adrien’s way of “letting loose” to not be how he is as a civilian, he’s not too different, but because of the split he does lose some usual traits). I.e. *heavily* flirting with LB, going at it with the puns, more agressive and impulsive with the akuma, doesnt like following orders (especially with the remaining feelings of anger towards the partnership being put further into question as LB prefers CW), heart on his sleeve

Cat Walker is also not super different to the episode he was in, but is also more intense thanks to the akuma: all business- no nonsense, doesn’t laugh at jokes (even in a “I’ll laugh if you want” way, like in Kuroneko), cordial to LB, follows LB’s orders to a T (to the point of not making his own decisions in battle), calm and collected (almost emotionless, even with that plastered smile)

CN starts to hate CW as the fight goes on, because LB seems to prefer him (and she’s understandably getting annoyed with CN’s impulsivity). CN gets territorial, saying that he’s LB’s partner. CW: “then why did she replace you with me?” (Man, look at all the self hatred in Adrien’s psyche!)

So CN runs off and leaves them alone to fight the akuma. This ticks LB off even more, but she has an akuma to deal with- and she has CW- so she lets him go.

As the fight goes on, some of the same issues from Kuroneko occur, so she also gets frustrated with CW too.

Since he’s acting more extreme than normal (more like someone awaiting orders than a partner due to the Jekyll&Hyde thing), it causes more problems (like him waiting for her decisions leaving openings where he could’ve done something proactive)

She actually blows up at him, asking why he didn’t do anything (“I was waiting for you to tell me the plan!”), and she says he should be able to think on his own, he doesn’t need her to tell him everything, but- “I thought I was just being what you wanted.”

(He’s shocked and genuinely hurt- though it’s still pretty quiet emotion, subdued and apologetic)

And that’s when it clicks for her what becoming CW was back in Kuroneko. He was molding himself for her. And this version of CW is even more of that. She realizes just how much CN suppresses, not just for her, but for everyone- why else would this be a major aspect of his personality?

(Also, Patte de Velours? Velvet Paw? That’s basically saying he’s been declawed. Yikes.)

She makes CN get his butt back to the fight (or she finds him- he may have been doing something while away like talking with someone, maybe Alya or Nino, or Luka). CN and CW argue more, with insults. Then she goes on a whole rant/lecture to them about how important they both are, both to her and to each other, how they are one person, and their traits are both important, but each extreme is not great. Ex: instinct/impulse and service/obedience (the key is self control, so that your emotions aren’t controlling you, but neither is another person). He is allowed to be both! Neither personality is bad, and hating one is just hating himself- he can’t just reject a fundamental part of himself.

She makes them agree to work together to defeat the akuma. It’s awkward at first, but they get a rhythm by seeing where each one is needed in the plan (LB does still do that, but how they follow is more fluid now). Two cataclysms now! Yay! (Maybe they used their powers already and have to de transform, and they see themselves as Adrien- the same one, not different, and it gets through their skulls. Idk I’m spitballing).

They have a quick talk between the two about accepting each other, it won’t be easy, I’m nervous, we’ll be okay (“yeah, I think we will :)”), etc.

Ends with them combining back with the ladybug cure. Surprise! His outfit is combined too! (Honestly, I just want the ponytail with the fluffy hair)

LB and CN have a talk after recharging about everything. CN apologizes for lying about CW and explains why and how he did it. LB didn’t realize how much he hid. She never meant for him to change or hate parts of himself. He thought she didn’t like the CN parts of him, but LB promises that isn’t true. She admits she did get… annoyed, but never hate! She loves both sides of him. Besides, CW didn’t work out that first time, remember? (Though she very much leaves out her intense crushing being the deciding factor there)

CN admits he feels more, well, not whole, exactly, he’s actually still pretty uncertain about what all this means for “who he is,” but… he can at least say he feels less like he has to perform all the time. He loves being Chat Noir, but he is exaggerating a bit when he transforms, in part to be not like his civilian life. He tells her he’s not like that as a civilian, but he’s also not like Cat Walker. But he’s not really sure who “he” is yet. (What I’m getting at is Oblivio!Adrien- dorky, but not over the top, in love, trusts his lady to make the plan, but is still proactive, etc.)

LB says that’s okay, he doesn’t have to figure it out right away. But she’ll be there to help him figure it out.

END

180 notes · View notes

rooksunday · 2 months ago

Text

this is a follow-up/prequel to my @foxmoonevent2025 piece, because i got to wondering about how that transformation worked in corrie medbay 🌙

(shiv is my corrie medic oc and she and fox have an antagonistship supreme)

when she’d been a cadet, most of shiv’s training had been angled toward triaging battlefield injuries or installing new organs from the promised supplies of cloned materiel, with a brief overview on space sickness (‘clones don’t get it’), the common cold (‘clones don’t get it’), and the clap (‘clones better not get it’).

she hadn’t been prepared for coruscant.

those first weeks had been an education in a way that kamino had failed to provide. an education in the galaxy as contained in one neighbourhood quarter and the countless angry, petty, desperate beings subsisting within it, that had been gifted something shiny (only a small percent of the coruscant guard had seen action at geonosis) to direct their ire toward. shiv had used her battlefield medic training over and again beneath flickering neon lights, the relentless barrage of speeder repulsors shuddering through her, the broken armour beneath her hands refracting lurid, cheerful colour.

locals had taken holos of shiv at work, in those early days. there had been media articles. protests. support packages. propositions. visits from school groups and community groups and groups selling cookies.

by month two, no one gave a kark what happened to the coruscant guard, not even the rest of the GAR. the silence came as something of a relief, however, since the guard had more duties and less personnel than any of their projections had implied, and the numbers weren’t looking to change anytime in the foreseeable. shiv attended the command meeting every first shift, and every first shift she saw how commander fox grew more haggard as the realities of their situation pressed inexorably on his increasingly bony shoulders.

yet he kept turning up to blandly state how they were out of kriffing luck, so shiv kept turning up to hear him say it.

all of which meant that, when shiv was called to the commander bunks before first shift, she expected to learn nothing more than another hard lesson from coruscant. yet instead—

“you’re telling me this is the second time this has happened? is there a reason beyond spite or incompetence that i’m just learning about this now?” she asked commander thorn, as she gestured toward the mess on the lower bunk.

thorn didn’t shift under her gaze. he was the most solid of the commanders, and had somehow—shiv had no notion how, when stone was right there—gained a reputation as the sensible one, but his devotion arrowed firmly toward his superior officer far more than to the republic, or any other lesser concern. such as his own survival. thorn’s was a useful devotion, insofar as it came to ensuring fox didn’t act on any of his particularly homicidal rants, but became significantly less useful for most other things, since thorn’s concept of an ‘inner circle’ was himself and fox alone.

all of which meant that asking shiv for help had to have been fox’s idea.

shiv didn’t know what to do with that, so she simply ignored the notion.

she approached the lower bunk with its gimlet-eyed occupant, currently shedding over formerly pristine armour. fox had gained at least a foot in height and thirty kilograms in muscle, an even more impressive set of fangs, and enough fur to set the corrie craft crew to raptures. he watched her the same way that coruscant’s alley dwellers did, but the single thump of his tail inclined him more towards tooka than thug.

thorn shifted his weight. fox’s tail thumped again. shiv wondered if she would finally get to use the ‘force nonsense’ code in her medical report.

she sighed and got her datapad ready to scan. it was an act of surrender. fox’s tongue lolled out as he grinned even more pointedly than usual, and he butted his big head beneath thorn’s waiting hand. scratching commenced. the two of them had clearly worked out that much after the initial transformation.

commanders and their priorities.

shiv clicked her stylus. “right. so tell me about tall, dark, and fluffy here. how did it happen? when did it happen? is it contagious? and which of you is going to tell thire he won the pool about inevitable animal transformation?”

#rook writes things #corrie monster bingo #foxmoon2025 #commander fox #clone medic shiv

10 notes · View notes

slushie5544 · 3 months ago

Text

Chapter 4 of a Dooenella Story: A Tale of Nobodies

In the aftermath of another one of Heinz's failed plans, Vanessa and Norm want some answers. So he gives them just that in the only way he knows how. A late-night storytime! However, they aren't the only family up late needing answers.

Word Count: 5.1 k

**Disclaimer A/N, I don't know German and used Google translate for phrases at the end and they'll be marked with * and the end will have the translations to them! If there are any mixups or misspells please let me know! Alright, enjoy the chapter, and much love to you all thanks for your patience!

“..and then he just left me here!! Can you believe that guy!?”

It had only been a minute after Perry had left when a wooden ladder unfolded magically to the floor from the hidden balcony just behind the fireplace, above his bedroom. While descending the steps Vanessa pointed her wand at certain objects without looking to start cleaning the mess. The dark ombre tip illuminated softly as clouds of sparkling glitter emitted from it and trailed around the small living room lifting toppled chairs while retrieving a broom and dustpan that came to life to sweep any remains of glass. While Heinz continued to rant to her about the interaction the teenager opened their backdoor to let in Norm who ducked into the home with a smile already handling two buckets of water.

“Isn’t that what he did last time, and all of the other times he’s thwarted your plans? Honestly, I don't know why you always put up with him.”

“Are we talking about Paladin Perry and how Mr. Doof’s plans ultimately failed again?”

While the two walked up to him, Heinz tried to tilt his head but was pulled back to the ground with a groan, he opted to lift his right arm with a quirked eyebrow.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You say like I want to be constantly beaten up and thrown around like a ragdoll while my inventions get blown up! Do you know how difficult this is going to be to get out of my clothes? I just did my laundry the other day too-”

Vanessa rolled her eyes and started using a wet cloth to help the man off the floor, Norm was on the other side already doing his best to free Heinz’s leg from the ground. “What I mean is despite how clear you make it that you don’t allow trespassers and usually-albeit accidentally” she grumbled, “scare most citizens from venturing too far. With Sir Perry, you allow him to come all the way to our- I mean your home! You won’t even let me turn him into a small critter..”

The alchemist waved his hand at the girl while splashing a handful of water over his head making him cringe from the freezing river water. “That’s because one, he’s not here for you, and two he’s also a very special case that I can’t just tell to go away, ugh..-! ! Norm, will you help get this muck out of my hair?”

“Of course, Mr. Doof!”

While the large boy made his way up to work on his guardian's hair, Vanessa crossed her arms and stood up to grab a nearby comb. “I don’t understand. You don’t want us to get involved with one single person just because he’s special? What, do you have a crush on him or something?”

A loud choking noise was heard from behind her when she finally found the wooden comb that, the young witch turned around and pursed her lips to keep her chuckle at bay.

“W-W-WHAT!?” Despite still being stuck on the floor, Heinz tried to shake his head with wide eyes. She didn’t miss how red his face became and the sputter between words as he ranted. “What kind of question is that!? Pshhh, like someone of my intellect, would ever have s-s-something as childish as a ‘crush!’ Are you hearing yourself!? Me!? Having a crush!? That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! And by ridiculous I mean COMPLETELY ridiculous and- owowow!”

The man’s shouts were interrupted as Norm’s entangled fingers snagged a couple of knots closer to his scalp, accidentally yanking out a few strands in the process.

“Sorry Mr. Doof, this would be easier if you did not move around so much, but I think you’re right; crushing is so silly!” Heinz smirked, folding his arms and side glancing at Vanessa who rolled her eyes and switched spots with the cycloops. However, the smug look was wiped away by the giant’s next comment, “Besides, there is no way you could crush someone like Mr. Perry, if anything he’d be the one crushing you, perhaps if you let me I could crush him for you!”

“That's not-... You know what? I’m not even going to feed into this petty conversation! Let me just put it this way; it’s a complicated situation and frankly, I don’t want either of you to be caught in the middle of it all.”- It’s just safer this way. He thought to himself hoping that would be the end of it.

However unlike Norm who had already switched his focus to rearranging the remaining furniture; Vanessa on the other hand was much more stubborn. “Doof, I’m a rouge witch who got run out by the village after a single misunderstanding, Norm is a cyclops that a human saved and raised by himself! And you’re a scientist who’s lived half his life in parts that no one would dare set foot in. Everything about our lives is complicated!” He didn’t respond for a change, giving the teenager a second to sigh and continue. “I know you want to keep us safe, but how do you expect to keep us safe if we don’t even know who or what we’re hiding from?”

Heinz twiddled his thumbs in thought while the last bits of goop were removed from his hair. thumbs. Admittedly, Vanessa was right, she would be turning 18 in the coming year and the young woman was always adamant about wanting to be on her own, and they technically had a deal that once she became an adult she didn’t have to stay with him if she so chose. Not to mention Norm was becoming a lot harder to hide in plain sight and it was only a matter of time until he was seen. For crying out loud, the boy was already over eight feet tall, going on nine (269 cm)- it was only a matter of time before word spread about him. Though there wasn’t a shred of doubt in his mind that the two could defend themselves, they had no idea what they were up against. In hindsight, he should’ve seen this coming eventually, he just never could come up with the right words for it.

“Er, listen.. it’s a long story and it’s starting to get late! Besides, when have you two ever wanted to hear about my ‘never-ending monologues’?”

Vanessa raised a brow and crossed her arms at the man sitting up. “And since when has any of that ever stopped you before?”

He hated it when she had a point. He’d given a multitude of monologues of his woes and need for vengeance. Most of which he shared with them were ridiculous schemes over petty inconveniences. Like the time he created a vacuum-like machine (he called it the ‘acorn’ot-inator’) to get rid of all acorns in the kingdom after claiming a pack of squirrels were repeatedly throwing the small nuts at him on purpose. Nevertheless, some stories about his family had accidentally slipped through the cracks, and though they were spared the grim details, Norm and Vanessa were at least aware of his disdain towards gnomes and weariness to thunderstorms.

However, to his surprise, instead of insulting or judging his apprehension for something considered ‘childish’. They understood him. Vanessa was right if there was anyone who knew what it was like to have a life full of disarray and completely flipped on a dime, it was them. With a defeated sigh Heinz stood up before helping the teen to her feet.

“You want a story? You’re gonna get a story! Norm, move the table out of the way so you two can sit wherever, and Vanessa could you get some more firewood from outside? I’ll go ahead and boil some hot tea for us, I’ve got your favorites~!”

It wasn’t long before the living space was rearranged so Vanessa could fit her cot in front of the crackling fireplace, with a cup of peppermint tea levitating nearby. Norm got comfortable sitting against the stone mantle and held a pot of chamomile lavender tea wrapped in a towel to keep it from burning the giant’s hands. On the opposite end of the chimney, Heinz rocked slightly in his chair while sipping his lemon balm before setting it down near the fire to keep it warm. On his lap was a large green hardback book with both covers blank aside from the large words written on its spine. The title was in a language they couldn’t decipher, but were familiar with when they peeked at some of Heinz’s notes. After adjusting his reading glasses Heinz flipped through a few pages then looked up at the others.

“Alright, is everyone comfortable?“

“Yeah, sure.. You know you didn’t have to go out of your way to do all thi-”

“I’m the most comfortable I have ever been Mr. Doof!”. Norm explained and slurped his tea with a satisfied hum, ”Thank you, this is the best tea I’ve ever had!”

Vanessa took another sip of her tea, while Norm was usually more vocal about his praises and typically let it be known if he liked or didn’t like something. However, when it came to the scientist’s teas she was impressed with how good they were, there was always a special little touch to them that made the flavor perfect.

“Er.. Yeah, I mean… Thanks, Doof, you outdid yourself this time..”

“Aww, well thank you! Y’know my secret ingredient is love!”

“Ugh, eww! I take everything I just said and thought!”

“Whhaat!? I did! I use ‘Lot. Of. Vanilla. Extract.’ Ha!! wait you thought abo-”

“Mr. Doof, are we going to get to the story?”

“O-Oh right, ahem…-”

-Once upon a time, long ago in a faraway land..”

“Haven’t we heard this before? Aren’t the fairytale intros just a bit cliche?”Vanessa shrugged, but Heinz shook his head and made an exaggerated, copied gesture with his shoulders.

“I tried to warn you..Besides, who’s the one telling the story here?”

“If it helps, I quite enjoy your stories no matter how they are told!”

Finally, clearing his throat Heinz started where he had left off..-

“Long ago there was a ragtag group of nobodies plagued with misfortune. No matter where they stayed something disastrous followed them before they could even settle and..-”

“-and then they were chased out by raging mobs with torches to find someplace else to stay until they found a small town that rhymes with ‘Same-ville’. Pretty sure we’ve already heard this story.”

Heinz only used his eyes to look up from the pages. “Yeah that’s fair, but this is going to be a little different and instead I’m going to tell you how these misfits sneaked under the noses of an entire village and became the first Nobel Nobodies...”

Before Vanessa could get another word, Norm put his index to his lips and gestured a hush to the teen, “Vanessa, please I would like to hear how the band of misfits got sick from Ms. Fortune!”

“Days turned into weeks which turned into months as the small group scoured for a place to call home. They traveled from the brutally cold peaks of mountains to the driest, heated deserts known in the land. However, while traversing through an unknown dark dark forest a terrible lightning storm forced the group to seek shelter in a cave that barely fit them together. The storm raged on for what felt like days and with a child on the way, the appointed leader took it upon himself to find civilization for them and get help..”

Heinz trailed off in his story as their rescue was mostly a blur. He had come down with an awful fever while they were trapped in that storm which distorted the time frame between his father leaving and when he came back with a flock of villagers. While he swore it had been almost a couple of days, his parents were adamant that it had only been a few hours. Honestly, he was amazed the man even came to start with. A shiver went down his spine as vague memories of those nights flashed in his mind, but he shook his head and flipped through a couple of pages in his book.

“A-Anyways! They were saved and given a home in a small, welcoming village completely hidden away in the center of the mysterious forest; it wasn’t even on any maps to date. The town was merely founded as a small group of families had become lost just as they did and while efforts to escape had been made; the people were comfortable and happy, so they had no reason to leave and were more than willing to let in others who lost their way. It was such a tight-knit community that they didn’t even have a leader. Believing this as a sign of their luck taking a turn, the ragtag team finally settled and awaited eagerly to welcome a new face to their official home. However, one person was especially excited as they concocted a plan to change everything for their group and the entire village foreverrr..”

To create a more dramatic effect, Heinz deepened his typically high-pitched voice into a raspy drawl while wiggling his fingers in the air, the wooden digits clacking against one another to emphasize the effect.

Norm had moved to sit on the floor with his arms folded on the warm mantle to rest his head while his eye was transfixed on the surface. However, despite his attention appearing to be on the stone patterns as he traced between the concrete crevices, his head turned up to the scientist when he didn’t immediately continue his story. Vanessa on the other hand, seemingly uninterested in the tale was no longer focusing her magic levitating her tea, and instead held it in her hands while taking another sip.

“I’m guessing this is when all the dumb rumors started going around? How does one person scare an entire village with lies that don’t make sense? After being chased around my whole life the one time I defend myself suddenly my entire face is plastered everywhere that I’m some sort of wicked witch! And Norm doesn’t even like eating meat, then suddenly because of one accidental spotting he’s labeled as a..” Vanessa trailed off biting her tongue at what she almost said.

“Man-eating monster.”

Heinz and Vanessa whipped their heads to Norm who was readjusted with his back against the stone surface and legs brought up to his chest. While most of his face was hidden behind his knees, his eyes just barely peaked above them to stare at the wooden floor. One of his hands latched around his knees, and the other rubbed circles on his clasped fist.

“I know what they think of me; a big, scary, dumb mons-”

“Ah, ah, ah! Norm, it’s alright, remember what I told you before?”

Two pairs of arms gently rested on his forearms which eased his thoughts briefly, but Norm didn’t look up from the floor as he responded. “That they were doom-coughs for thinking raspberry juice looks like blood?”

“Er.. Ok yeah, that. And to remember you are many things, Norm, but a monster is far from it. Trust me I would know..”

“But you’re not a monster, Mr Doof?!”

“That’s true, but I’ve been around a couple of them in my lifetime to know when I see one. If there is one thing I want you to remember it’s that you’re not a monster, got it?”

The boy nodded and started to raise his head and looked over at Vanessa who stood up slightly to get to Norm’s sitting level.. "I’m sorry Norm, I shouldn’t have brought that up.. I just.. I just don’t understand that a single guy can come up with such.. such.. stupid lies and everyone just believed him?”

“I-it’s alright Vanessa, I understand how upset you are, I don’t get it either..”

Heinz swallowed a small gulp with eyes now focused on his wooden hands while bending and unclenching the knuckles.

“When people are down low on their luck and are desperate for a change, some will do unthinkable things just to prove a point.” The kids looked down at him with equally concerned and confused expressions. Not looking up, Heinz took a deep breath and continued with a small scoff, “Tch, you won’t believe some of the lies people will believe when they’re in a state of panic. You could tell them you were sent from some made-up land to check on nearby lands and protect them from creatures attacking other villages..”

Vanessa sat next to Norm as they listened to the man’s uncharacteristically quiet tone.

“Next thing you know you’re seen as a hero because you saved a young boy from a terrible beast outside your home..” A faint ghost pain went down his left arm, but he tried to rub away the spell and continued “Then word goes around of missing livestock because of creatures in the woods which raised more concern for everyone, however, when family members start to go missing lies and accusations spread like wildfire until a rift is formed between everyone. So when the courageous hero of the town not only saves but supposedly risked his life trying to save those he couldn’t, it's easy to see why people believed him so much. That is.. Until word started spreading about him and his past. Something had to be done. Little did he realize how much would change from that decision..”

“What did he do?”

Finally, Heinz looked up to see Vanessa and Norm watching him intently waiting for him to continue instead, his words fell short. He tried attempting to gulp back the lump in his throat but that only caused a burning sensation to creep its way up. It was like smoke building up in his lungs and he couldn’t breathe. Instead, he shook his head and clutched his right arm instinctively to soothe the phantom pain that radiated from the limb that wasn’t even there. It was just.. Wood.

“He.. He did something only a true monster could do..”

Neither Norm nor Vanessa said anything as they looked at one another briefly then scooted over so they were on either side of Heinz. The giant loomed over the older man who sighed and leaned back against the boy’s side. Vanessa followed suit and used his legs as support next to the alchemist.

“I’m sorry, you had to go through that. You don’t have to tell us, but I think I understand..”

You don’t even know the half of it.--Heinz thought to himself, but he gave a partial smile when she nudged his arm slightly,

“You never explained how that Perry guy is involved in all of this though?”

Heinz let out a hard sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Er.. Haven’t you guys had enough of my stories tonight?” both of them shook their heads, “Well I guess if you’re to cross his path eventually you ought to know who he is. His horse dawns the royal sigil which means the King hand-picked that horse to be part of his entourage. I’m honestly shocked that he even let someone borrow something of his, especially for a menial task to stop me. A-A-Anyways! Long story short Perry the Paladin works for the king and queen which means he can’t be trusted, but if this is their way of ‘maintaining the creatures of the woods’ then so be it..”

“But you talk to him and tell him your life story every other day.” Norm piped in as a matter of fact.

“Yeah well.. Sometimes I enjoy telling stories without being interrupted every other sentence..”

“I thought you enjoyed our constructive criticism,” Vanessa smirked and gave the scientist another playful jab to his side while getting up and lending out a hand to help him up.

“What part of ‘this is so lame’ is constructive?!”

Heinz took her hand and got up with a small thanks then dusted himself off. Just as Vanessa was going to get another remark, a large pair of arms wrapped around the two of them and squeezed them close into a hug. Heinz just managed to slip one arm from under Norm’s while his entire other side was squished against his broad chest. In the other grasp, Vanessa rolled her eyes but was betrayed by a half-smile as she was squashed under the giant’s grip.

“I love all of your stories Mr. Doof and you always give the best commentary Vanessa! I hope we can have another family storytime again! Maybe next time I can come up with a story for you two to comment on while building criticism!”

Norm swayed back and forth as he went on about how excited he the stories he would tell while Vanessa pleaded for him to stop moving so fast. He wasn’t paying attention anymore.--Family? Is that what they are?

“NORM SO HELP ME, IF YOU DON’T.. Great divinity.. STOP SPINNING ME I AM GOING TO.. eugh.. VOMIT ON Y-AHH..!”

Just like that the two were released and dropped on the floor with groans as the world was still spinning. Norm on the other hand was covering his ears.

“Mr. Doof!! She’s making those noises on purpose again! You know I don’t like gagging sounds!”

“And I don’t like being spun in the air back and forth!”

“Then stop being so small Vanessa!”

“What is that sup-..”

Maybe they were like a family,-- Heinz smirked as he picked up the discarded tea cups and the kettle to soak while the kids bickered in the background. He looked out the window above the sink and saw the moon peeking from the thin blanket of clouds. A deep exhale relaxed his shoulders as Heinz finally felt content now that he had gotten all of that off his chest. Yet, he felt a pang of something missing, like he just finished a puzzle he had been working so hard to construct, yet it just didn’t look right. No matter what angle he looked at it from, something didn’t sit right with him.

Shaking his head, Heinz looked back at the two already getting ready for bed with Norm on the ground near the still-burning fire using a large blanket that was made of four different colored sheets sewn together. Vanessa had already moved her bed back into the upstairs loft and was getting a few extra logs for Norm’s fire before scratching his head and telling him goodnight. She waved to Heinz next who reciprocated the gesture.

“Gute nacht, Vanessa!" Sleep well and don’t let the bedbugs bite!” She rolled her eyes, but he only doubled down, “I’m serious! Those nasty things are a pain to get rid of!”

“Yeah, I know.. Good night to you too D-..” She paused for a second once she stepped onto her ladder. “Good night Doof!” With that, Vanessa sprinted up to her room and summoned her ladder to fold backup before the hatch was shut.

Yawning, Heinz stretched his back and knelt to Norm’s level. “Is it warm enough?” the boy gave a nod and was already closing his eye. ”Alright, Gute nacht, Norm..”

“Mr. Doof?”

“Hmm?”

“Will people ever learn the truth?”

Heinz could feel that lump in his throat starting to form, but he cleared his throat and ruffled the giant’s hair. “A wall of lies always has its cracks. Just takes time for it all to crumble, but I promise I’ll do all I can to ensure everything comes to light.” His eyes looked up to the window and noticed the clouds had been swept away, letting in the moon’s rays. -One way or another, I swear it.

The moon’s soft light could be seen across the land as everyone in the small village of Danville tuckered in for the night, even from the tall, arched windows of the Castle of Shmirtz. However, the illumination was barely seen by those clambering through the grand halls as they were too preoccupied with their task at hand, pleasing the prince.

“Eugh, that won’t do. Nope, that’s a bore. That’s just insulting, start it all over again.” All three artists looked defeated at the paintings they had rushed together while trying to walk alongside him as he requested. “Chop chop people! And where are those canapés I had asked for?”

“Sorry, your majesty! H-here you go!”

Not wasting a second, the brunette took the dish and popped a few hors-d'oeuvres into his mouth with a satisfied hum then continued with his long strides down the hall. His entourage of servants did their best to keep up, especially an older gentleman trying to maneuver around the prince to get accurate measurements, from his shoe size to his waist and the width between his shoulders. Even his head was attempted to be measured despite how much the young man kept moving to talk to others with no regard.

“And my ice sculpture? My birthday party is this weekend it’s not even started?”

A younger man finally caught up, running backward to speak up, his gloved hands rubbed together awkwardly as he tried to explain. “Er.. W-Well your Highness.. If we create it now..-”

Just as he was mid-bite into another canapé the prince stopped dead in his tracks, with everyone around him freezing with a collective gasp.

“Huh, that’s odd, I don’t recall asking for suggestions. I said I want my ice sculpture.”

“B-But..”

“Ah buh, buh, buh! Ice. Sculpture. Now. Or do I need to call..”

“ROGER!”

Like prey being spotted by a wolf, the servants scurried away as their king slammed open a door and his voice boomed down the hall. With unkempt eyebrows scrunched together, it was hard to know if he was genuinely glaring or merely squinting from afar; either way, Roger was unbothered. Rather, he started walking towards the king while finishing his snacks.

“Oh, Father-.. mmph-! There you are! You would not believe..- mhmm-! how difficult it has been to plan this party! None of them even knew the difference between phthalo green and dark gre-!”

“Enough!”

Roger bit his lip closed and raised the tray hesitantly, offering the last canapé to the sneering man who didn’t move an inch.

“Hors-d'oeuvre?”

“This is not some **Geburtstagsfeier! This is for you to find proper **Gattin!”

With a roll of his eyes, Roger took the last cracker from the tray and was about to pop it into his mouth, “This again? Please, who wouldn’t want to marry this? It’s not that big of a de- Hey!” just as he was about to bite into his snack, it was swiftly smacked out of his hand.

“Enough! Roger, you’ve grown comfortable, **Als ich in deinem Alter war-!”

Still unbothered, the prince checked his hands for any slight markings from the slap then groaned rolling his wrist. “Yes, I know, when you were my age you already owned land and had started a family; you’ve told me a million times already!”

“If that is so, then you should also recall why it is so important, **du Schwachkopf!”

“Klaus! I know I did not hear you call my boy an idiot!”

Both men looked over the king’s shoulder with polar reactions to the short, but plump woman storming up to them.

“Ah, Scheiße..”

“Mummy! How wonderful it is to see you!”

Pushing past his father, the grown man ran to his mom with arms out for a hug then exchanged pecks on the cheek.

“Don’t mind Father, he’s still cranky about me inviting so many people to the party this weekend!”

“I SAID TO INVITE BACHELORETTES NOT NEARLY THE ENTIRE VILLAGE!!”

“KLAUSE! Do not raise your voice at my baby!”

“**Mein Gott, er ist sechsunddreißig Jahre alt! How else can I ensure the Shmirtz title continues after I die if he can’t even marry a woman at his age?! I was half his age when we eloped and..-!”

“Here we go again..”

All three family members went back and forth with each other for a solid five minutes until the eldest finally got to his last straw of little patience.

“**GENUG!!” Both prince and queen piped down with matching scowls, to which he responded with his own. “Do I need to remind you why this needs to happen?” Neither of them responded which only made the king groan and rub his temples with another curse under his breath. “Citizens are starting to raise questions again. I’m still trying to get behind who, but there is an infestation of rats among us.”

“Eughh, an infestation, don’t we have someone to care of it?!”

“**Nicht so..-” Klause took a slight breath through his nose before fighting back another slew of words, “**Verkleidete Spione, I’ve been hearing about more activity from the woods, but then a day or two later, poof! Like nothing happened!”

Roger raised a brow and tilted his head, “So because some silly stories from the woods are coming and going suddenly there’s a spy amongst us? I don’t quite understand the issue and why this involved my birthday pa-”

“It means somebody is trying to ruin everything I worked so hard to create! Perhaps you were too young, but you can see what this will lead to if it gets out of hand.”

With an extended finger, the elder continued to glare down at his son who turned to look out the window that pointed to the northern part of the woods that partially intersected their courtyard. However, unlike the surrounding green shrubbery that walled the village, the foliage of the trees on the outskirts of the castle’s garden was mostly barren, with only some having dried discolored leaves; it only got worse from there. Just past the decaying trees were charred remains of the forest that started it all. Tall black trunks lurked in the distance as burnt spindly arms twitched in the wind, taunting them as a reminder.

“If we announce your marriage it will be the biggest thing in town and give me enough time to find out what is truly happening..”

Roger scanned over the land briefly then cocked his head slightly to the right and saw a puff of smoke coming from the woods.

“Actually, there won’t be a need for all this, I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh this will be rich.”

“Klause, hush! What is it, sweetie?”

“Hmph, well for starters, I think it's about time I owe my dear brother a little visit, don’t you think?”

Zoo-We-Mama! I did not think it was going to take me that long to get this out, but dear goodness writing dialogue is not my favorite, but I do hope this does some service right!

Translations: Gute nacht- Good night Geburtstagsfeier- Birthday Party Gattin- Wife Als ich in deinem Alter war- When I was your age du Schwachkopf- You idiot (I was going for nit-wit in this context) Mein Gott, er ist sechsunddreißig Jahre alt- My god, he is thirty-six years old! GENUG- ENOUGH! Nicht so- Not that kind of..- Verkleidete Spione- Spies in disguise

< Part 3

#pnf au #doofenella au #pnf #phineas and ferb #heinz doofenshmirtz #dr doofenshmirtz #dwampyverse #pnf fanfic #perryshmirtz #perry the platypus #perry the human #vanessa doofenshmirtz #norm doofenshmirtz

5 notes · View notes

aladaylessecondblog · 5 months ago

Text

Miraak's Lounge

There was a lull in business at the moment, and Miraak took the chance when he had it. Let the sous chef know he had to make a phone call and headed off to the back office. He dialed his sister's number and waited for her to pick up.

"Miraak?" Sadrith sounded tired. It was mid-day, she'd probably only just woken up. "How're you doing?"

"Well enough," he said, "You don't sound good, are you still working at the club?"

"Yeah, I am," she replied quietly.

"You know you don't have to keep working there, right? I can get you a job at the Akaviri place I manage."

"Miraak, we've talked about this. It'll pay the student loans off faster, I'll be a lot more comfortable without that hanging over my head."

"Yeah..." Miraak paused, and looked at the picture on his desk. The graduation photo she'd taken with him three years ago. Things had been bad then, but not as bad as now. "Listen, are you free Tirdas, say, at eleven in the morning?"

"What for?"

"Granddad's dead. Dead dead, and his lawyer called me the other day to say we've been left something. You and me both."

"Why would he leave us anything?" Sadrith questioned, "When we cut ties with dad, he cut ties with us."

"I don't know, he just says we're in the will, thought I'd let you know. Are you free?"

"Yeah, but can you pick me up? I had to junk my car."

"How've you been--don't tell me you WALK to work!"

"Miraak, don't be silly. I don't walk to work. I walk BACK."

"At FOUR IN THE MORNING? In the neighborhood you live in--" For a few moments Miraak was practically hysterical, before calming down. "Yes. Yes, I'll pick you up."

"Miraak, I'm a Dovah. I have literally nothing to worry about. The crime stats in this neighborhood are incredibly overblown...." There was a pause of her own there. "Dad's going to be there, isn't he?"

"When has dad ever missed the opportunity to reach for some of his father's money?" Miraak gave a rueful laugh. "We should be glad Vile's office is small, he'll be forced into his mer-ish form."

"Good. ...good."

They said their goodbyes and Miraak hung up, heading back into the kitchen when he heard a shout.

-----------------------------------

Sadrith was usually outspoken, but any proximity to Alduin and she clammed right on up, giving answers as short as possible. Miraak figured he'd do the talking - it was how things had always worked when it came to their intimidating father.

It started when they were seated in the office, before Clavicus Vile entered. Their father's mer-ish form was tall, pale-skinned, and covered in several places in the black scales that showed he was only the disguise of the true dragon beneath.

"I suppose," came the glare from those slitted eyes Alduin favored, "That you are still making a spectacle of yourself in front of strangers?"

"That's my job, yes." Sadrith's tone was muted.

"Disgusting. You had many better options and that was--"

"Father," Miraak said in a warning tone. "We have talked this to death."

"The talk did not end when you decided it did."

"The talk is OVER, father." Miraak let an edge slip into his voice. "As I told you four years ago, we aren't fighting with you any longer."

"Weak," Alduin growled, nearly slipping into a Shout. "Nikriinne, ney hin."

(Sadrith, seated on Miraak's other side, had suddenly grabbed at his hand and squeezed. He squeezed back.)

"No, we are simply taking our ball and going home."

"Home to a common slum, no doubt, which is where you belong when you--"

"Ah, my dear dovah family!" The polite tone of Clavicus Vile sounded off then, "Apologies. My expertise was needed on an emergency matter...but here I am. Let us proceed to the reading of the will quickly, and not waste any more time."

The first part of Akatosh's will regarded his donations as expected to the church of the Nine Divines. Miraak could still hear his father's familiar ranting on the upstart Talos, but kept focused on the reading at hand.

The donations to various charities took up the first third of the will, and after a few small bequests to friends it then moved on to family.

"Let me begin by saying it is also part of this contract's terms that any attempt to contest the will, will result in partial forfeiture of ones own share."

"You daedric swine," Alduin growled again, this time at Clavicus Vile.

"And of course," Vile showed no signs of being afraid, "Threatening the lawyer's person will result in a consultation fee's worth of gold being cut from the threatener's share. Are we clear?"

Brimming with anger, Alduin sat back. Showing a bit of his fangs as he spoke, he replied, "We are clear."

Alduin retained a great deal of things. Dovah Manor, a trust fund, an insurance policy, the position in the company he'd filled for the last few decades. Still, it was less than he expected, and he said as much.

Clavicus Vile merely went on with the reading. To the two children of Alduin went a manor house in the upper east side of Solitude, and another in Ald'ruhn. If either of them wished not to occupy these houses, offers were already on hand for their sale. A joint trust fund, and individual sums of money - for the remainder of their student loans, and the Dovah Lounge, an Akaviri restaurant in Vivec City with an incredible reputation.

"Gods, the weight this'll take off my shoulders..." Sadrith breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Had you not insisted on dual-majoring in art, you would already have paid it off," Alduin snarked, "Art is for Dibellans, and you are a Dovah."

"Father," Miraak interjected.

"Alduin, if you don't mind, my paralegal--" Clavicus Vile gestured to a plump and rather nervous looking imperial woman, "Has paperwork for you to sign. If you don't wish to risk a conversation that will result in any losses, I highly recommend you get on that."

Still brimming with anger, Alduin left.

"Always angry, that one," Vile went on. "Now, decisions do not need to be made about the houses now..."

"What do you think?" Miraak asked Sadrith, "You want either of those houses?"

"Wouldn't mind living in Ald'ruhn again," she replied, "I don't imagine you'd care for being a nord in Dunmer territory, though."

"I've been in Ramsay's kitchen, there's nothing they can say that'll faze me," Miraak huffed. "I'd prefer to be close to the Dovah Lounge...that, that's a bit more to my taste than a house in Solitude. Provided you don't mind having your big brother in the same house over your shoulder all the time."

"With dad ready to shout us down at every chance, I WANT you there. He didn't care about us before, he'll 'care' now. I'd...rather have you close."

"Does this mean you'll want to be rid of the house in Solitude?" Vile asked.

Miraak and Sadrith both nodded, and the lawyer drew out another envelope. "A list of contacts for you, then, of those who are interested in its sale. And may I say..."

"If we ever need a contract written, you're available. We know," Sadrith said, "How much did you get out of our grandfather for this will?"

"Enough," Vile said with a smile, "But he knew if he wanted something Alduin couldn't find loopholes in he needed to come to me. I am the best choice for writing ironclad contracts - period."

----------------------------------

It was a breath of fresh (ashy) air, going back to Ald'ruhn. They hadn't been back in years; when they were a lot younger Alduin hadn't much cared for the ash-blasted city of Ald'ruhn. But it felt - right, to Sadrith, it felt like home. The foul weather outside was nice to watch from inside.

Miraak, of course, wore his mask outside, and only lifted it once he'd come inside.

"How you can feel at home here, I don't know," he laughed, "I feel like I've smoked two packs even with the mask on my face...but I guess your mother took you here often enough."

"When dad was...a bit too much. Before she..." There was a pause. "She said here it didn't matter, everything would turn to ash anyway, that it was pretty to watch."

Another pause.

"Do you think you'd want me waiting tables at the lounge?"

"Thought you didn't want to work for me."

"That was before. The loan's paid off. I can actually breathe." Sadrith took a mocking sort of deep breath, and coughed slightly as she inhaled the slightest bit of ash. "I hated stripping but I was making a fortune doing it."

The evening news here seemed to be handled by some dunmer who also wore a mask, and he looked only long enough to see the weather tomorrow was going to be ashy but sunny in both Ald'ruhn and Vivec City.

Good. It would make things a lot easier.

Miraak put a blanket over Sadrith when he realized she'd fallen asleep and then headed to the kitchen to see what was in the fridge.

#miraak is the best big brother ever #miraak and my ldb are alduins kids #miraak is a chef #skyrim #morrowind #fanfiction #miraak #alduin #tes #tesblr #ldb is into art #dagoth ur

3 notes · View notes

sir-phineas-lost · 2 years ago

Text

TDP Book 5: Water

So this apparently dropped almost a week earlier than what was announced and I binged all of it at once as usual. Since I only just finished it I can’t quite tell if I like it better or worse than previous seasons (for summary: I loved the first 2 because it looked like they were heading somewhere really interesting, I hated season 3 because it completely dropped the ball and season 4 was starting to head back in the right direction). I feel like I should write a few things down to sort them out. Lots of spoilers below.

I think it was the right decision to split the party up more than they were last season because it no longer feels like Ezran is just hanging around for the sake of it and gives Rayla and Callum more time to interact and rebuild their relationship. I still don’t care one iota about said relationship because they are boring MC-shipping, but at least it doesn’t feel like it is actively eating up others’ screen-time.

The detour to Lux Aurea feel superfluous. It is very disconnected from the other subplot involving Karim and Kim’dael and the one lasting consequence (Zubeia’s wound) is apparently healed by the end of the season with absolutely no input from the main cast. Obviously this is setup for next season and this mysterious mushroom-mage but I can’t help but feel that there had to be a more convenient way to get there.

As usual, Claudia remains the very best part of the show and I will not hear a bad word about her. Her worry for Viren is so absolutely palpable it hurts and for once I think they dodged all the pitfalls of framing it as a sin. Having Terry around proves to be the best change to the show as a whole since the timeskip and he keeps being a positive influence on Claudia without being judgemental about it.

This also makes it pretty jarring when we get to Claudia’s final confrontation with the gang and after a full season of humanizing her and proving that she will listen to reason instead of going for the kill, she goes into full villain-mode from the start with crazy ranting and “I will destroy you all” speeches. All so that the gang can feel uncomplicated in dealing out the most graphic violence in the show so far. I used to joke that I would be ok with Claudia reducing elven cities to ash, I now think I would be fine with her ripping out Ezran’s spine while making Callum watch. As a treat.

Side-note: I am very ok with the trend of Claudia transforming into monster-ladies for big fights.

Please keep that up.

Viren also continues his positive development from last season, but unfortunately it is the exact kind of “redemption” I didn’t want for him and Claudia. The kind where it is all about him agreeing with everyone else that everything he ever does sucks and that dark magic is unambiguously evil. Sorry to people who like this development but I don’t see a lot of moral complexity in doing a 180.

Callum actually has a pretty interesting arc this season. After being convinced last season that it was his curiosity that would make him susceptible to Aaravos’ influence it instead draws direct parallells between him and Claudia by having love for his friends and especially Rayla be the reason he breaks his own moral code. It still relies heavily on the show’s nonsensical policy on dark magic for his guilt to make sense but it is something.

Unfortunately the show seems committed to its policy of character-centric morality. Ezran can make a speech to Callum about how they should focus on containing Aaravos instead of killing him because violence should be a last resort, and yet make no attempt at anything but violence when stopping Claudia.

Overall I just find it ironic how a book called “Ocean” manages to drive home how shallow this whole show is. It paints its main thesis on its forehead but has absolutely nothing of interest to say about it. “It is bad to do bad things for good reasons”. No shit Sherlock. Come back when you actually have something to say about what makes something bad in the first place or how to deal with the things that made someone think the bad thing was necessary.

#the dragon prince #tdp #tdp meta #meta #tdp critical #book 5: water #book 5 spoilers #tdp spoilers

31 notes · View notes

10hourshift · 2 years ago

Text

Stupid/silly rant abt something that probably only I care abt xd

(god i spent so much time on this)

So, for the last two days I've tried to make a redesign of the shadow-magical-girl chica outfit

This one ⬆️⬆️

And it literally sucks so much* that it leaves me with no idea to redesign it without changing everything from it

*in regards of design according Ann's Character, not if the outfit in itself, that is actually really cute*

So I'm just going to point out some things that bother me and mention what I think it would work instead

The outfit as it is

Look, i know this might be a personal bias, BUT magical transformations should be fun!!The excuse of "it's magic, it can do whatever it wants" gives us the opportunity to make cute outfits and stuff!!

Look, the dress is cute, alright, but adding a little bit more of details can really seal the deal here, maybe a bow in there, or some chains if we are going w a more "edgy" design, or adding a few markings on the boots to make them less flat. (Look i know that the design also can not be overly complicated bc the model would be hell to animate, but this girl needs accessories!)

Look, if you added a few random things over the original design it would make it a little bit more interesting, you could call it a day, right? Well yes, but that's what takes me to my second point...

This design is nonsense!!

Look, magical transformations are usually based in a certain theme or idea surrounding the character. Here are some examples

So, with that in mind, what can get get from chica transformation? (That story wise is supposed to show her growth as a person bc it shows that she accepted "her shadows"*)

*what are the shadows anyway, opposite personalities, their biggest fears or just ~bad vibes~?)*

Well, nothing, being the look so basic, and even with the long hair, something that is uncharacteristic of chica, she doesn't look like herself (you can edit the eyes and say it's joy, and it would look more credible) and it's only a problem for Ann, because both Freed and Bonnie have transformations that show their characters

This one is more of a fusion of Freddy and Fred, with the school uniform for Freddy (being his most recognizable look), and the vest for Fred (i want to remember the outfit that Fred uses in the wolf in sheep clothing has a black vest, this one could be representing that but idk)

This one does a Great job, because shows a lot of Bonnie personality (his love for the guitar w the pick, the characteristic hairdo that he does when playing, even the outfit is more "rock" idk how to explain)

So, how did this happen?

Well it's really simple, Chica doesn't have any personality of her own, or things she's recognizable for.

Both Freddy and Bonnie have things that they are known for (Fred and the Yaoi guitarist), that are used in the transformation, Chicago on the other hand isn't recognized for anything else beyond being The Girl™ of the band, in that sense, the transformation does a nice job representing that.

But Chica is more than that

In the series we see different aspects of her, she likes having and supporting her friends, she likes sewing and making clothes, she's the last one to give up on anything, she started a band with the trouble kid, an apathetic dude, a micro niche celebrity and the strange new kid, and somehow she made it work! So there's really no excuse to have her as basic as that.*

Oh hey btw i did make a design for her, but as I said before its really different from the original, and then I realized it kinda looks like @cinnabundolly12 Design--- this one that is waay cooler than mine, so I gave up and made this strange rant

*to be completely fair, Chica has a lack of troubles or conflicts of her own, most of them are related to the whole group, she has a little self doubt one chapter and then sings her song and that's it, she's also very bland as a character xd*

I just put the drawing here bc i liked how the body came out and I will probably delete the file from my phone later

I based the design from here

And it just follows a star theme, i used that bass I found on Pinterest lol. Also I did try to implement some elements from the original but lol ¯⁠\⁠_��(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

#fnafhs #fhs #chica fnafhs #rant #im open to criticism btw. if you have something to say go ahead lol #i spent like 3 or 4 hours on this lol. im so bored #does anyone even read my tags?🫠#like para que fernan lo vea xd

17 notes · View notes

maria021015 · 1 year ago

Text

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 31

“I don’t know what I did, but I know I did something,” Stiles complained as he and Scott carried their gear back to the Jeep. They’d been practising Lacrosse at the local park now that school was closed due to summer break, despite it being the off-season. It would keep their fitness up for Cross Country when Junior year commenced in August. “I’m telling you, Scott. She’s mad at me. I haven’t seen her since we got back to town.”

“Didn’t you say her brother grounded her?” Scott raised a brow, trying to follow his best friend’s ramblings.

“Yeah, but it’s been two weeks and she hasn’t tried to sneak out once.” Stiles resonated, shutting the boot to the car with a loud thud.

“Maybe she’s just following the rules.” The wolf shrugged, not seeing the significance.

“But her replies to my messages have been really weird. Look,” Stiles pulled his phone out and brought up his message thread with Zaida, flashing his friend the screen.

“This just looks like a normal conversation…” Scott peered at the messages, not seeing anything he’d deem out of the ordinary. “She’s still responding to you, right?”

“Scotty boy, there’s something you gotta learn, and it’s that not all girls are like Allison. She might completely cut you off when she’s mad at you, which makes it easy for you to tell, but most of them don’t do that. Most of them - like Zaida - will tell you it’s fine when really nothing is fine, and everything is about to explode in your face!” He rambled theatrically, his features moving exaggeratedly as he shoved his phone back into Scott’s face. “Look, there’s no pop-culture references, or little rants about movie plot holes, and it’s all grammatically correct.”

“Why does the grammar have anything to do with it?” Scott frowned, not understanding much of anything at the moment.

“Because, Scott, usually when she messages she gets all excited about what she has to say and her brain moves faster than her fingers so she ends up making a bunch of spelling and grammatical errors. Sometimes her sentences don’t even make any sense.” Stiles sighed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But these all make perfect sense. Ergo, she’s absolutely furious and plotting all the ways she’s going to completely eviscerate me when she gets un-grounded.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re unnecessarily dramatic?” Scott turned away climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

“Yeah, all the time, but what does that have to do with anything?” Stiles brushed it off and slid into the driver’s side. Scott’s blatant insinuation went right over his head in his distracted state. “I texted Lydia to ask her if she knew if Zaida was okay, and she said nothing was wrong! Can you believe that?”

“Believe what? Doesn’t that mean that she’s fine and you’re overthinking it?” The wolf clarified and then backtracked to what he’d just heard. “Wait a minute, you got Lydia’s number, and instead of gushing about that for hours you’ve been decoding Zaida’s messages like some kind of Shakespearean book?”

“Okay first off, that means that Zaida’s not just upset in general, she’s just mad at me specifically, which is infinitely worse. Secondly, Shakespeare wrote plays, not books. And thirdly, YES, keep up!” Stiles rolled his eyes and stuck his keys into the ignition, the engine rumbling to life.

“Right,” Scott nodded slowly, trying to wrap his head around the situation. “And are you sure you still like Lydia?”

“Yeah, duh. What does my hopeless crush have to do with anything? I’m not talking about Lydia right now, I’m talking about Zaida, and the fact that she’s going to use her powers to cook me from the inside out like a Stiles-sized microwave dinner!” He blurted and then froze when he realised what had just come out of his mouth. “Oh, shit.”

“‘Use her powers’?” Scott straightened in his seat, repeating his friend’s slip-up. “What powers? I thought she still wasn’t presenting?”

“Yeah…about that,” Stiles chuckled awkwardly, not knowing how to backtrack now that it was out in the open. If Zaida wasn’t mad at him before - which he knew she one-hundred percent was - she definitely would be now. “So, we kind of discovered that the reason why she didn’t turn into a werewolf when Peter bit her was because she was already something else. Her powers have slowly been developing over the past few months and you know how I told you I couldn’t hang out because I was sick with the flu? Well actually, I took her to her beach house in Monterey and we found her family’s Bestiary in a secret room hidden behind a bookshelf, which told us that she comes from a long line of Nymphs.”

“You guys did what?” Scott gawked at the new information that was being revealed to him. “You’ve both been working on this for how long? Who else knows?”

“Just us two and Lydia. Oh, and Derek kind of knows a little, I guess. Which means Isaac probably knows a bit too,” Stiles trailed off, trying to make Scott feel better about being left out but actually accomplishing the complete opposite. “But Allison definitely doesn’t know anything.”

“So Allison and I are the only two people who had no idea about any of this?” Scott muttered, slightly offended that Zaida hadn’t trusted him with this. He knew they weren’t exactly the closest out of the group but he’d thought that with everything they’d all gone through they’d be beyond keeping such secrets.

“Look, it was a personal thing that had a lot to do with her family and her parents’ death. She just wanted to figure it all out before she told you guys. Or, at least, before she told you. She doesn’t want to tell Allison anything because she’s convinced she’ll get another crossbow bolt to somewhere a bit more important this time - like her face - and I’m not yet entirely sure that she’s wrong. At the very least it would put her on the Argents’ map.”

“What is a Nymph, anyway?” Scott swiftly changed the subject, not really wanting to talk about Allison’s place in her family’s business right now.

“They’re nature spirits tied to different elements.” The boy explained in the simplest way he could put it. “Zaida’s a water spirit, so she can manipulate good ol’ H2O, but that also comes with a myriad of other cool powers.”

“Like healing?” Scott nodded.

“Yeah, like healing.” Stiles nodded in confirmation. “But she can also feel other people’s emotions and even physical feelings like pain. We’ve been working on creating mental blocks to keep her shut off from it.”

“So that’s how she knew something had happened to you at the Lacrosse final, she could feel you,” Scott recalled how panicked she’d been when he had found her on the field and how she’d been desperately searching for the boy.

“Exactly,” Stiles continued. “Her abilities are stronger with some people rather than others and we think it’s got something to do with an emotional connection. The stronger her connection with someone, the easier it is for her to tap into deeper abilities with them, the more she feels and the harder it is for her to block it out. Apparently, this is just the beginning of her power. Deaton thinks it can extend to being able to manipulate emotions too and project feelings onto other people.”

“Deaton knows too?” Scott interjected in protest.

“Oh. Yeah, I forgot to mention him,” Stiles ran a hand through his almost completely grown-out buzz-cut with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, buddy. But hey, in our defence, you neglected to tell us that you were conspiring with Gerard and double-crossing him by slipping wolfsbane into his pills. So, I guess we’re even now.”

Scott couldn’t argue with that logic.

“And here’s your change! Have a great day!” Zaida smiled and handed the lady her bag as well as a handful of coins. When the shop was finally empty again she adjusted her bra straps beneath her uniform, hating the way they kept slipping off her shoulders. The uniform was bad enough on its own - the black pants with the matching polo shirt weren’t awful in and of itself, but it was the neon pink apron she was forced to wear on top of it all that she hated. It was stiff and uncomfortable and obnoxious. She despised the colour pink unless it was in a much quieter shade of pastel. However, pretty much everything else about her summer job was great. She got to eat the defective products whenever she wanted, and she got to play whatever music she liked - as long as it was appropriate - and she got to spend hours taking photos and videos of products and running the social media sites for advertisement purposes.

“You work in a Candy Shop!” Came a loud gasp from the front of the store as Stiles entered with a broad smile on his face, his wide eyes scouring the multiple shelves full of bright candies in a manner of colours and flavours and types. “That is so cool!”

“Hi there, boys.” Zaida rolled her eyes at Stiles’ antics and nodded to the werewolf who trailed after him. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, nothing. We were just hanging out at the mall, you know? Doing some shopping, trying on some dresses- uh, clothes! I meant clothes.” Stiles chuckled nervously, trying to name any mall-related activities he was familiar with. Unfortunately, his mind immediately recalled the last time he was here with Zaida when she’d tried on her Winter Formal dress. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Uhuh, and you two just wanted some candy, right?” Zaida nodded, playing along. “This surprise visit has nothing to do with the fact that Lydia told you I work here now?”

“Whaaaaat…? No, of course not.” Stiles drew out the word in a high-pitched voice, turning to look at Scott as he walked up to lean on the front counter in an attempt to appear casual. “Did you know Zaida worked here? Because I didn’t know she worked here.”

“Stiles, cut the crap. I know she told you.” The brunette rolled her eyes. “And you know I’m grounded. I’m only allowed out of the apartment for work, and if Xander catches wind that you’ve come to visit me, he’s going to make me quit. The only reason he let me get this job - other than the fact that I literally begged him for it - is because he thinks it means I’ll make more friends. Non-supernatural friends, because he’s banned me from seeing you, remember?”

“I am being discriminated against, I tell you.” Stiles pouted and Scott just watched the interaction wordlessly. “And since when have you done what Xander wants?”

“Ahh yes, the crippling oppression of the straight, white, male population is really working against you here, Stiles.” Zaida’s words dripped with dry sarcasm. “I have to do what he wants, or he’s going to sell the apartment and move us back to San Francisco.”

“Ahh, but you forget, I am also neurodivergent.” The boy pointed out. “And he’s totally bluffing, by the way. You said he’s been working towards being a deputy for years, he wouldn’t give that up and jeopardise the trajectory of his career just to keep you away from a harmless friend. You’re the supernatural one in this relationship. My dad should be trying to keep me away from you, not the other way around.”

“If your dad knew what I am - and what Scott is - he definitely would be keeping you away from us,” She rolled her eyes and busied herself with fixing up the displays at the counter, trying to avoid looking at the boy who made her heart thunder in her chest. These past three weeks she’d managed to keep herself relatively distracted from the fact that she now knew she was crushing on Stiles. By distracted, she meant she’d completely avoided him and pushed her feelings into the furthest corners of her mind, covering them with a heavy blanket of despondence.

“Nah, there’s no way. My dad likes you guys more than he even likes me.” Stiles snorted sceptically. “Which should really bother me more than it does, you know?”

“Stiles, I’m working. You need to leave.” She hissed at him under her breath and swiftly turned to smile at a regular customer approaching from behind him, gesturing for them to come forward to the counter. “Hello Janet, how are you today?”

“See, I told you she’s mad at me,” Stiles whispered to Scott, deciding to take the hint and leave.

“That seemed like a completely normal conversation.” The werewolf shook his head at his best friend as they walked out into the main section of the mall.

“Seriously? You didn’t notice how she wouldn’t look me in the eyes? Or how she kept fiddling with things to avoid paying attention to me? Or the glaringly obvious way she just kicked us out?” Stiles exclaimed, flying through his words and his hands moved about expressively.

“I don’t know man,” Scott trailed off. If he was being completely honest, he didn’t think Zaida was mad at the boy at all. In unintentionally reading her chemosignals he knew Zaida’s frustrations were directed towards herself. Towards Stiles, she had been feeling something entirely different…

#teenwolf fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #stiles stilinski #stiles #stiles x oc #teen wolf fanfiction #female oc #female original character #scott mccall #sciles

5 notes · View notes

boscarooth · 1 year ago

Text

I usually do not have many issues with shipping community, sometimes I even get involved, but the target of my frustration today is Sidon x Link, because I do not like how it is depicted considering that in universe he seems to treat him more as an older sibling especially considering both of their relationship with Mipha and how they both seemed to be treated as younger brothers with feelings for link starting to develop fully towards the end of her life. And before people say that he reacts too strongly for it to be anything but feelings for each other, TOTK is a game about someone hunting down someone that they love, the first thing Link 'says' is asking about zelda, not the regional phenomena, not the sage themselves but about zelda, and zelda herself (spoiler warning for those still not in the know) turned herself into a dragon and underwent what seems to be a massively painful transformation to help Link and my personal belief is that she had thoughts when she was doing that, hope there would be a way to get back to Link or whether it was something that resembled a suicide attempt after losing everyone who cared about her and not seeing any other route.

Both Link and Zelda show what they were willing to do, but Sidon sided with Zora's domain first, not searching for Link but keeping the water pure with a fairly hopeless act of taking it purely upon himself to purify the water, the amount of zora we see acting as guards could probably do a decent job of keeping the water mostly pure, especially when you consider some of the more powerful zora, but he stayed because his heart was there, not with Link.

Thank you for listening to my rant

#legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #loz totk #loz botw

6 notes · View notes

gyubby99 · 2 years ago

Text

@disneyanddisneyships me when im bored and i want tpoif to meet my deena bff oc

Tw: implications/mentions of r-p3 and abu$e

"Holy sh-" Dalia heard from behind her. She had found her way back to attatch herself back to her lower half just in time before the sun rises, and so she tensed up as she heard a voice.

It was one of Deena's other friends. The prince with the golden hair. What was his name? Aladdin? Al..something. She never bothered. His name was hard to remember especially since she came from a different place.

"Y- you-!" He pointed at her, his voice breaking as he tried to find the words. "What did you just-"

"You saw?" She asks, her eyes glinting innocently.

"..yes?!" The prince basically shouted, but was shushed by a hand covering his mouth.

"Shh!" Dalia whisper-scolded.

He removed her hand from his mouth. "You- what are you exactly?!"

"I'm.. a creature that is believed to be a myth.. just like your friend!" She explained, hoping he would get it. But his blank expression told her otherwise. "Deena!"

"What-" he was cut off.

"Honestly, I don't know why it's a shock to you. Didn't Deena openly admit she eats people too?" She ranted, confused.

"Yeah! But she.. she just grows a tail.. and scales.. but- I- you do that thing!" The prince stammered.

"Oh! Yeah, it's kind of weird. To consume human flesh I must do this when nighttime strikes, but still I have limited time, and I have to get back to my lower half before the sun rises. It's a good thing they're unfamiliar with things like me. It'll be easier." She explained to the prince, looking at the sun about to rise. She turned to look back at him taking all the information in.

"Why are you even up at this hour?" She asks, not waiting for a response to her previous statement.

"I-"

"Alistar!" A woman called out to him.

Ah. Alistar. How could she forget the name?

Alistar responded as the woman got closer. "Eve? What's the fuss about?"

"Get Ella." Eve said, before Dalia furrowed her brows in curiosity.

She reached out to Eve. "What is it?"

"Martha's husband was found dead, with a heart carved out, and she found a clump of blood on the floor." Eve explained frantically, about a close acquaintance that always came at her shop.

'So her name was Martha.. that's pretty.'

Little did Eve know, Alistar knew something that could be the cause of this.

But what they didn't know.. was that Dalia knew something else.

~~~~~

"You should've called me!" After Dalia had told Deena what happened, the siren was in panic.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know! I just-... before the night striked, he.. before I even transformed he was.. he was hurting her! He was pulling her by her hair and she was pregnant!" Dalia explained.

"You could've kept the baby!" Deena argued.

"She didn't want it!"

"How can you tell?"

"Because he wasn't the father, Dee!" Dalia had a hurtful expression on her face, one mixed with guilt and an expression that told Deena she meant well. But it didn't feel right.

"I... I saw it. I heard them talking. I heard her say that everytime she looked at her stomach she was reminded of the day someone else... did something to her. And everytime.. he called her a cheater for it. He called her a whore. And she wanted everything to disappear.. so I.." she didn't even need to continue. "I'm sorry.. I.. I don't know how you're going to tell them this.. I-.. but if I tell them.. I don't think Martha would want to face me.. or.. anyone!"

She usually felt no remorse for what she did, but maybe because she grew up with ruthless creatures that made her feel like she did no wrong.

But she did.

She felt her throat forming a lump. "I'm so.. sorry.."

Deena sighed. "We'll figure it out. Come on." She said before taking her hand and walking towards the castle halls where the others were.

For the first time in her life, Dalia felt remorse.

#i made Martha up to cause drama #the prophecy of immortal fire #my ocs #dalia is an anti-villain because hehe why not #she thinks she meant well but she actually fucked up

6 notes · View notes

the-panmixxia · 2 years ago

Text

Pound of Prevention (and an ounce of cure) Chapter 5

Two figures wandered through narrow alleys, closely following a magical, purple thread as it flickered in and out of existence. Janus huffed in frustration as it completely disappeared, lowering his hands and rubbing them to ease the cramping.

"This isn't working." Janus mumbled, rather grumpy. Remus grinned, quite happy to trot next to the frustrated warlock.

"I still say we should hijack a sound system and blast Paramore until the little emo scuttles out of a crevice!"

Janus simply rolled his eyes, fiddling with the lapels of his peacoat before reengaging his spiritual bonds. A neon green thread lead straight to Remus, an orange thread trailing far east to his brother a few states away. And one, faint purple thread, barely there and leading them dead ahead. A tether to Virgil.

A tether that flickered once more, and disappeared into nothingness.

"Don't fret, Janny! It was going a bit to the left. That's a direction to get waking in, huh?"

The two kept walking, Janus eyeing the sky critically. It was going to rain soon, and in no less than an hour Virgil would be transforming back into a kitten. The guilt threatened to eat him alive at any moment, though it was rather difficult to wallow in past mistakes when a devilish imp was hanging off your arm, singing crude parodies to pop songs under their breath.

"Hmm. Maybe Virgil is in there?" Remus says with a smirk, nodding towards a building across the street. Music could be heard from inside, and neon signs in the window depicting silhouettes of girls in bikinis, it was rather apparent what the place was. "I think we ought to check it out, just in case."

"Something tells me that our socially anxious, asexual friend is not going to be in a bloody strip club!"

Remus simply grinned, shrugging his shoulders. "I dunno, maybe spook will surprise you. I bet Virgie is getting a lap dance right now. Oh, can you imagine?"

Janus scoffed, cuffing the horny imp round the ear. "Give the Gods a break Remus, we find Virgil this week I'll give you a lap dance myself. Let's get moving."

With the vague promise of a lap dance from his favorite, uptight warlock, Remus seemed a lot more motivated to find the third roommate. That's not to say Remus wasn't worried about Virgil, or that he didn't want spook back. It was just that…well, Virgil was a human equivalent of an adult, and technically within spooks right to disappear into the night like a much less intimidating Batman.

The pessimism was pissed out of his bloodstream the second Janus was able to clench his ass and get the magic up and running once more. This time, the thread traveled a few feet ahead before curving upwards to a tall apartment complex. It disappeared before it could hit a particular floor, but unless Virgil was hovering behind the building with a new found flying ability, then spook was almost definitely in that apartment building. Spooks house, most likely. At least that curbed one concern, that Virgil's intense hatred of social interaction lead to a lack of job and housing. Before all this drama Virgil was working at an extremely quiet leather shop, usually spending spooks whole day listening to some variant of a "this generation doesn't know good leather when they see it" rant. Virgil insisted it was better than dealing with customers.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Imma be having that lap dance before sunrise!"

Janus flushed a gentle pink on the left of his face, tugging his gloves with a huff.

"Oh, shut up. We've got at least a hundred apartments to search, and before that we've got to find a way in without looking like criminals."

"Pshh. No building is gonna keep my slippery dick in or out."

"Bitch. BITCH! NU-UH, I'm liking none of this."

"Remy, we've been brainstorming all week. I'm telling you, Patton had zero interest in eating me. I think fae just fosters cats? Like, for fun?"

"Latte didn't need fostering, she had an extremely loving owner!"

"I mean, you never really got her chipped or put any identification on her. Besides those stupid crochet hats you'd wrestle on to her."

Remy let out a primal hiss that would've had any caregiving vampire going feral, though only served to raise Virgil's brow in an unamused manner - spook had heard the whole spectrum of nestling noises from Remy, not much have Virgil pause anymore.

"Sorry, Remy. Those hats were dumb. And I need to get fostered by this big ass werewolf so I can bite a big ass chunk of fur out to act as a pelt."

"And then I'm gonna bust you out by knocking on the door and insisting that's my kitty?"

"Yeah. You should have finished at the library by nine am, come back with your librarian venom and once I've poofed back we should be golden to go through this reversal!"

"This is gonna suck. You're making me deal with two of the biggest bitches ever, like I actually don't know who's worse, the nerdy librarian or the cat-napping dog -"

Virgil huffed, smacking Remy's arm to stop them mid rant. "Are you doing it or not, Remy?"

The two paused, staring at each other, Virgil trying to control spooks anxious breathing and Remy - well, they technically didn't have to breathe, but he sighed and huffed plenty.

"Of course, Vee. We've got each other's back, we're cov-... Uh, a couple of pals. Besties. Roommates for life."

Spook huffed a laugh, it was always amusing how awkward Remy got at any form of affection despite his usual sass and confidence. Still, Virgil probably shouldn't mock it.

"Thank you. Let's get this sorted. I'm gonna turn into a cat anytime now. Drop me on floor twelve and I'll try and be caught by -"

Ah. Cat mode activated, apparently, as Virgil suddenly got very close to Remy's boots. The vampire shuffled back, cooing softly before scooping Virgil up.

"We need to get a proper cat after this, babes. I miss Latte's baby phase, she was such a scruffy little kitten! But not as scruffy as you, babes, don't worry."

That was plain rude. Virgil bit his thumb in retaliation, but diligently plopped into a loaf position on Remy's palm. The other thumb rubbed a gentle circle on the back of spooks ears, mm, nice. That deserves a purr.

"Heh, cute little bitch. If this werewolf does end up eating you, I'm totally having your bedroom. You actually have a view, I'm stuck staring at another building's air con units."

Ah, Remy, the eternal drama queen. The two ride the elevator, doors opening to an empty hallway. Remy steps out just enough to peek round the corner, foot in the doorway to keep it open. The coast was clear, so they leant down to whisper to the kitten.

"Right, this is your stop, yeah? You know which door it is?"

It was quite hard to communicate in this tiny body, so Virgil tilted spooks head all the way back to really emphasize the nodding yes. The vampire smiled, reaching into his bag to grab something before rubbing a greasy substance into Virgil's body. Gross.

"All done, babes. You look extra wet and pathetic. See you later."

With that, Virgil was left in the hallway, Remy's disgusting hair gel settling into spooks fur, stinking of chemicals and shea butter. Yuck. Virgil wandered up the hallway, not needing to count the numbers as Patton's door was the only one not swamp green, but still wondering how to get the werewolf's attention.

"With my luck," Virgil thought "Patton isn't even in faer house tonight. In fact, it would be just my luck if Patton has moved out and I'll never get that stupid pelt."

Maybe crying would help? Did spook have the shamelessness to literally cry for attention for a complete stranger? Considering the alternatives were either staying as a cat for half of spooks life or hitting Janus up to beg for a cure, then maybe so.

" Meow. Me-eeeeooowww!" Virgil cried, trying hard to project spooks tiny voice, pacing around the halls. Hopefully Patton's wolf-like hearing extends to faer human form, but Virgil had never actually talked to a were long enough to know very much at all other than etiquette and social rules for different species, which all children learn.

The elevator hummed as it rose to this floor, opening up to let someone out. Virgil flicked an ear, glancing at the doors to see a pair of crisp, white trainers step out. The bright red laces had shiny beads and Disney-themed charms adorning them. When spook actually looked at the person, the pathetic little mewls died out. It was the same fae that Virgil had, rather creepily, stolen the blood of. As weird of a move as that was, Virgil will gladly take the bad karma that arises from that decision at a later date. After the curse has been reversed, please.

"Oh Padre, look! I think it may be the long-lost soot sprite, returned at last!"

Seemed like this fae was adamant on talking like Prince Charming (the Shrek version, and Virgil did intend that insultingly) and spook was quite sure they'd been talking to a father of some sort. The last thing Virgil needed was to be closely examined by an elder fae. This one seemed oblivious to the curse, and their mild fae-features (freckled, where most elder fae had impossibly unblemished skin. Ears pointing a little, instead of ears tall and pointy enough to pierce the lobe thirty times over) meant that they didn't possess the ability to interact with others curses.

An elder, on the other hand, would sniff spooks true form in an instant. Maybe turn spook into something worse, for funsies. Spook didn't feel like interacting with that scenario, so rather literally turned tail to try and hide behind the dying ficus a few doors down.

That plan also didn't last long, as the assumed 'padre' gasped and made a soft, dog-like whimper.

Wolf like, even.

"Oh, kiddo, there you are." a familiar voice crooned.

The mission had, once again changed, and Virgil piloted the tiny body to turn round and stare the Were down. Patton was reaching out, crouching with a few bags round his arms, clearly uncertain if pursuing the 'animal' would be wise or not.

Fuck that.

Virgil meowed a battle cry before charging the wolf, who 'woof-ed' something pleased, ditching the bags to scoop the tiny body up. Yes, wonderful.

"I see you still have that Patton-ted touch with the baby animals, padre." The fae hummed, Patton laughing softly at the dumb pun.

"Oh, Roman, I'm so happy! We gotta get this kiddo checked up, though. Who knows what's happened in the two weeks they've been missing."

Yes, yes, yes. This was all going according to plan. Virgil purred at the Were, lowering his guard so spook may take the winning bite before skedaddling.

Though, the thought did make Virgil a little guilty. Spook was practically using Patton, playing with the Were's kindness of animals to steal his magical fur-

"Could you heat some water, Roman? I'm gonna weigh the kiddo, take their temperature then try and get some food into the poor thing."

Take their temperature.

Even Virgil knew you couldn't stick a thermometer in a cat's mouth and tell it to stay still.

Fuck this. It seems that bad karma has returned once more.

"That was my spot and you know it, you blood-sucking asshole!"

A fossil-looking ass pensioner shouted at Remy, over the sound of their own car's honking. It wasn't Remy's fault the old dude took so long to make a single maneuver. They honestly hadn't noticed the tiny, two seat smart car was moving. The car had kept perfectly still as Remy whipped round into the free spot, and only then did the man decide to take offense.

If Virgil was here, the wet little emo would insist Remy apologize and find another spot. Sucks for this old dude that Remy really wasn't in the mood. The vampire grabbed their satchel before standing proudly in front of the other car to flip a hearty bird.

"Shut up, you old turd! Go park literally anywhere else and get off my dick!"

The pensioner's face turned a lovely shade of red, fumbling with his door while mumbling angry nonsense.

"Why, you disrespectful, oversized mosquito. I ought to-"

"Excuse me." A new voice chimed in, firm and authoritative. Remy turned their head slightly to see the library vampire - Logan? Yeah he was called Logan. Def. - standing a few paces behind the two, looking rather unimpressed.

"The only designated parking at this facility is the disabled spots marked in blue. You can not own a parking space and so arguing about which spot is yours is moot."

The old guy scowled even more so, trembling in anger and revving the engine of his car, clearly trying to insinuate he'd ram into Remy. They merely grinned.

Logan did not find it as amusing, and in a blink was in front of Remy, one hand firmly on the hood of the car with a warning grumble that Remy had only ever heard his sire make, when he was a fresh enough turn to keep her attention.

"Your options are, in order of my personal preference; you leave now and find an alternative way to spend your night, you find another place to park - of which there are plenty - and come into the library when you are sufficiently calm, or you can continue to be irate and I can call security to remove you from the premises."

After a tense few minutes the old guy drove off with an angry huff, and while Remy fully intended to give a sarcastic salute, a cold hand encircled his wrist.

"It is not necessary to provoke the situation I have already sorted."

Ugh, boring.

"Fine, babes. Thanks for all the jazz, I'm actually here to see you in particular so, like, I'm glad you're here."

Logan dropped Remy's wrist, gesturing the two to return to the library. "Oh? And why might that be? Do you have more text you need to translate?"

"Not tonight, gurl, I'm here to talk vampire - to - vampire about things vampire."

"I… see." Logan said after a little hesitance, readjusting his tie. "Is there a particular reason that 'vampire' things can not be discussed with your sire, or your coven?"

"Uh, I'm asking the questions, babes. So, uh, tell me. This venom that the spell asked for, yeah? It's from a vampire, but I'm a vampire, and there's no venom coming from me. Is it like a period thing, do I only venom once a month? What's the deal with that?"

Logan blinked, first trying to digest the lingo, and then another long blink as he processed the question.

"...No. A vampire's venom is not akin to a menstrual cycle. An adult vampire on a consistent diet is capable of creating venom regularly, though may temporarily stop production while siring as their body prioritizes producing a feeding blood higher in density and nutrients to assist their nestling's growth. I imagine your inability to produce to venom is that you are, essentially, a vampire's developmental equivalent to a young child, and like children, you are not able to yet produce your own 'offspring' in the form of siring"

"First off, rude, I'm not a kid. Second of all, how the heckin heck am I gonna get the venom Virge needs if my dumbass body hasn't started making it?"

"Well donating a small dose is rather simple and noninvasive, surely you could ask your sire or other coven members to help assist your human friend?"

Remy groaned rather loudly, smacking a palm onto the reception desk. "You obtuse fuck, can't you read a room? Sire and coven are out of the bloody question, stop asking me about it."

He felt kinda bad about snapping, when Logan's face fell slightly, a similar look as to when the librarian briefly thought the two were mocking him. Ugh.

"Sorry, sorry. Not sure why I'm being such a bitch tonight."

"It is alright." Logan responded simply, the look leaving his features as he readjusted his glasses. Remy mirrored the action, pushing their sunglasses back up their nose. "You acting like 'a bitch' is most likely a reflection of a nestling's instinct to avoid abduction."

"Abduction?"

"Yes. Well, nowadays there are paper trails for each individual turning, and proper legal protection for the sire but it wasn't always like that. A lot of elder vampires are, so to speak, a little nestling orientated? They'd love nothing more than to sweep a newly-turned from their sire, and claim them as their own. The process of claiming, though, it's long, stressful, painful, and poses risks to the nestling in question. To combat this, nestlings are hard wired to face new vampires outside of the coven with a disagreeable personality and non-compliance, trying to project the sentiment of 'I am too much trouble to steal' "

"Oh. Ew, that sucks. Anyway, it doesn't help me or Virge get this vamp juice. Any ideas?"

Just offer, just offer your nerdy little venom so I can grab a coffee and a muffin before I have to go rescue the emo-

"Wait. I'm under the assumption 'Virge' is the person with the shape-shifting curse. Was that the person you were here with the other week?"

"Not sure I like how weird your eyes are going, babes. But, yeah, the lil goth kid I had with me."

Logan leant forward, half tense and half excited. He did love piecing a mystery together. Part of the reason he loved planning out his Sherlock fanfictions, honestly.

"What animal does Virge unwillingly shift to?"

"...a cat."

"Is it this cat, in particular?"

A phone was slid towards Remy, and after carefully picking it up hew examined the imagine. A young looking man, standing tall and proud, quaffed hair and a charming smile. Honestly, the dude was hot. The charm and sparkly aura meant this was probably a fae. This fae in particular was holding a very disheveled kitten, wrapped up in a fluffy blue towel and glaring straight at the camera. It was Virgil, undoubtedly, and Remy damn near doubled over in laughter. As they tried to recover, they slid the phone back over, nodding in a silent answer to the question.

"Oh, spook looks pissed! I love it." Then a brief thought. "Shit. Spook isn't meant to be with that guy. Wait, how did you figure out Virgil was this cat?"

"When you last came into the library, I recognised Virgil's scent as the unknown human scent that was left in my shared apartment, from when my roommate had found an assumedly stray kitten to cater to. It was a mystery, one that admittedly poked my territorial nature, and I felt rather indignant when you two entered the first time. However, with no solid evidence and the fact that the offense did not repeat - I opted to not bring it up during our first interaction."

Wait. Logan's roommate had scooped Virgil up as a kitten, and then Virgil had obviously left the apartment, leaving a trail of spook's anxious musk?

"Oh, fuck. You're roommates with the werewolf, aren't you?"

"If by the werewolf you are referring to my roommate, Patton, then yes. Fae is a close friend and I consider fae coven."

Remy simply blinked at the older vampire, cheeks puffed in a blatant 'well shit' expression.

"Welp. At least Virgil got kit-napped by the right person."

"What do you mean? Why would your friend need to be in the care of Patton? Barring the fact that, logically speaking, that's the best place to stay if a small and vulnerable feline."

Remy glanced behind Logan, seeing a coffee vending machine pushed right into the corner by a conference room. It was a shitty brand with no additional flavors, but this matter clearly required some caffeine. So he decided to grab a cup while relaying Virgil's grand scheme to get some wolf hair for their magical uno reverse spell. It might have been rude to walk away while conversing, but the two vampires could hear each other perfectly fine while still speaking in a low tone, and Remy was able up successfully curb the instinctual need to hiss, bite this other vampire, and book it right out of there.

After pushing through that urge, Logan proved quite a good chat-buddy, Remy simply forgot about the sample. Or the rescue mission.

4 notes · View notes