#they still live in a clocktower

[salemoleander]

Bringing it back to a vampire AU, the Clockers make 1000% more sense as a vampire sire/fledgling thing. Etho turned Cleo, later turned Scar + Bdubs... and then fucked off before telling those two how this whole Being A Vampire thing works

So now Cleo is left looking after 2 hungry baby vampires with very few morals even when they were alive and 0 impulse control. Trying to herd them into eating cows instead of people. Scar goes off on a murder spree and keeps accidentally draining other vampires, who wake up and want him and his coven dead

Also the Bad Boys as a spoof of the Lost Boys would be so fun

[barrel-crow-n]

I was just thinking about how Kaz built this heartless persona for himself and how everyone falls for it to varying degrees: He's widely regarded as a monster and as "not made right"; Inej thought he wouldn't come for her and that once she was useless to him that he would discard her; Jesper never knows where exactly he stands with him; Nina "doesn't want to know what dark hole he crawled out of"; Wylan calls him "the most vengeful creature he had ever met"; Matthias believes he's a demon. But in reality his true motives for most things are love and grief and loss of family.

Kaz only wanted money for revenge, he didn't want to try and build a meaningful connection with Imogen because she would distract him from pursuing his vengeance, he only mentions how Pekka conned them out of money to explain how they ended up on the streets, how it was never about the money but about Jordie.

Kaz says that he and Jordie were such easy marks because they missed their dad. Kaz's biggest gripe was not just the loss of Jordie but the illusion of a home and family that Pekka had snatched away before the plague snatched Jordie away too.

It all always leads back to Jordie and his loss and avenging him and about never wanting to be that vulnerable again. Kaz created Kaz Brekker to protect himself, to hide his vulnerabilities. His grief is hidden behind a fake name, his naivety is hidden behind violence, his touch aversion is hidden behind the gloves.

Kaz pushes people away because he fears what will happen if he lets them in. He gets mean when he's vulnerable to hide said vulnerability. He did it in the clocktower, he did it in the bathroom. After he accidently calls Jesper Jordie he lashes out verbally and physically, when Inej asks about Jordie and Pekka's involvement in what happened he recounts how he tortured someone. In both incidents it's again Jordie that he's hiding, that is causing him to be vulnerable. It always leads back to Jordie. Even with Van Eck! He's again angry that he fell for what he fell for before, the thing that made him lose Jordie making him temporarily lose Inej.

In both the Jesper and Inej examples he hides behind violence - by brawling with Jesper and recounting a time when he tortured a young boy. He does this because he loves Inej and Jesper, and it scares him, and he doesn't know what to do with it. Because everyone he's ever loved has died in horrible ways (his father was torn apart by a plough, his brother died from a horrible sickness) and he doesn't want to go through it again - especially since he still hasn't let go of Jordie, although it has been eight years.

Kaz is a person who loves so deeply. Who is mainly motivated by love. Who, when Pekka asks him what he wants, replies "Bring my brother back from the dead." because he never cared about money, nor power, nor anything else. He just wants his brother. All he wanted this whole time is his brother, and since he no longer has him he lashes out, all hurt and grieving. He's hurting so badly that he destroys everyone even mildly involved in what took Jordie away from him. But he only did that because he loved Jordie. It wasn't revenge for the sake of money it was for the sake of love. It was for the sake of Jordie.

Kaz loved Jordie so much that he became the most feared person in Ketterdam, that he took down the King of the Barrel and a merchant from one of the oldest families in Ketterdam (because even if his gripe with Van Eck was unrelated, it's because of Jordie's loss that life snowballed into their interactions and the consequent betrayal and destruction of everything Van Eck held dear). Kaz loved Jordie so much that it changed the entire course of the narrative.

If not for Jordie's loss the heist wouldn't of happened, all of the Crows lives would've been different, some of the Crows would even most likely be dead, and this extends even further to much more major things. The King of Ravka managed to steal the titanium because of his help which will aid Ravka in wars, the path to jurda parem is no longer in the hands of the Fjerdans and a cure is being safely developed in Ravka because Kaz rescued Kuwei, Wylan took over the Van Eck empire because Kaz tampered with Van Eck's will and papers, Inej is working on taking down the slave trade which is only possible because Kaz freed her from her indenture, Nina became the queen of Fjerda because of things that Kaz started (her joining the Dregs instead of being indebted to the Dime Lions, him freeing Matthias, him organising the heist, Matthias dying in the aftermath, her going to Fjerda to bury Matthias and the results which ended up being her and her new lover on the Fjerdan throne trying to fix prejudice against grisha, and women, in the most conservative country).

All of it leads back to Kaz. And he did all of it for Jordie. It all always leads back to Jordie. Jordie and Kaz's love for his big brother and his grief over having him snatched away from him.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 89

 The young justice team is in a bit of a pickle. It had been a usual mission, Klarion causing mischief again, before someone had mentioned the date. 

 The literal chaos lord had shrieked, stopping his attack, and asked for clarification. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea because one moment they were in Happy Harbour, and the next they’re somewhere else with green everywhere and floating islands. 

 And Klarion doesn’t explain- not that they were expecting him to- and just bolts into a… wow that is a very big and scary looking castle. Keep? Honestly it’s if someone combined a gothic citadel with a clocktower of some sort. 

 Not important, because they had chased after Klarion who uh… Oh no, that is a Very big entity, that is two Very Big entities that could crush them in their fingers. And they are now stuck in this place seeing as the portal closed behind them. 

 Honestly Klarion is happy he made it home before curfew! Even if he had to bring his sort-of-friends with him to make it in time. It’s not his fault, he’s not used to having a guardian, nevermind two! Not to mention siblings, which he’s now the oldest of too, so he has to be a positive influence. Like teaching them how to properly do chaos without destroying a world. 

 Oh, but this is perfect anyway, one of his dads has been wanting to talk to the speedsters anyway, and his other dad is still under house arrest for the whole, trying to take over the living realm thing. But that’s not important, he has little siblings to introduce! 

[flusteredmoonn]

when emma falls in love; james potter

summary: "when emma falls in love, i know that boy will never be the same," in which she lights up his whole world, and everyone can tell, – the points in james' relationship where everyone can see he was utterly besotted.

tags: (SFW), fluff, drabble??, fast paced, implied gryffindor!reader, implied pre-existing relationship, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 700+

speak now tracklist. request.

their relationship had been fairly new. they hadn't even knew one another that long, and everyone was convinced that she was a distraction for the boy, away from his infatuation with lily evans. the relationship was destined to be short lived.

and so the girl didn't get her hopes up.

but she had been having a bad day, and she hadn't seen her boyfriend all day. nor, had she seen her friends, or anyone she could truly reach out to. the girl felt stuck, like she was trapped in a never ending cycle of classes and overcrowded hallways.

until the clocktower had chimed for lunch. she was able to make a swift exit from her current class, and dart toward the openness of the great hall. yes, there would be chatter and she would likely be equally as overwhelmed, but the space wasn't as constricting.

she had reached the hall, stepping through the threshold of the large oak doors. her shoes clicking across the flagstone as a particular group of gryffindors had watched her enter.

"uhm, james.." peter squeaked anxiously, gathering the bespectacled boy's attention rather effectively.

"yeah, pete," the boy brushed off, still picking at the food on his plate.

"is that, uhm, your girlfriend? by the door?" he asked, gesturing with his head in the vague direction of the entryway.

james might as well have given himself whiplash with the haste which the boy turned his head around, a goofy smile dancing on his lips. pushing himself away from the gryffindor table, he bound over to her, a spring in his step as he oozed with excitement.

as he approached, he could see the discontent on her face, his own mirroring her expression in an attempt to locate the cause.

"heya y/n," james excitedly exclaimed, opening his arms to her as he became at arms length. she jumped at the opportunity to hug the boy, resting almost her entire bodyweight on him.

"hey jamie," she mumbled into his shoulder, released an exasperated sigh as they continued their embrace. "are you alright?" he pulled his head away from her slightly, to examine her face, a mild look of annoyance still present on her features.

"yeah, today's just been a lot, sorry jamie," y/n used the nickname once more, which further instilled his worry toward her. he ushered her back to where his friends were situated, putting food on her plate and making sure she ate, deciding to try to unpack her feelings later in the day.

however, once staying in his presence over their lunch period, the girl felt herself relax. and his friends observed as the boy became equally relaxed upon seeing her calm.

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rain pattered rhythmically on the cobbled stone pathway as james and his friends began to make their way back to hogwarts castle from hogsmeade. his arm was slung over y/n's shoulders as they dodged the open air underneath the awnings. the boys laughed with one another, referencing several of their inside jokes.

the village was a ghost town, each of the people of hogsmeade were taking refuge in their houses as they waited out the rain. the only people who appeared to be out as the street lamps flicked on were themselves, and other students who had stayed out slightly too late.

the music shop stood across the road. string instruments charmed to softly play a melodic rhythm to match the sound of the rain. y/n began to sway as she walked through the village, matching the beat of the music she played.

stepping away from james, she grabbed his hands, and swung them in time with her swaying.

it didn't take long for james to understand that she was trying to dance to the music, and he removed himself from the conversation with his friends.

he pulled her out from the safety of the awning, and into the pattering of the rain. he moved his hands down to her waist, and clasped her hand with his other, swaying her gently in a slowed waltz. his friends noticed their sudden silence, sharing a laugh amongst themselves for a beat, before continuing their walk back to the castle.

the pair continued dancing with one another romantically, in the rain, the tempo of the charmed music changing to match their rhythm as their surroundings faded away and all he could see was her.

short one to get back into writing

[elizabethemerald]

Girl's Knight

It was supposed to be girl’s night. Tim was on Comms so Barbara could be here, and the rest of the Bats had all but forced them to take the night off, each of them promising that they would handle the crime of the city so the girls could relax for one night. The plan had been a movie at the theater, dining out in their fanciest dresses that were usually only used for stuffy galas, then returning to the clocktower for drinks and makeovers. Not to mention looking through Babara’s cache of black mail videos of all the fails of the boys. 

Of course, they still lived in Gotham. When did anything go to plan in Gotham? 

The theater had been attacked by Dr. Freeze. He basically turned the whole building into a snowglobe. Since no one was inside it, Batman was just going to leave the building to thaw normally. So they should be able to enjoy movies there again sometime in April. The fancy restaurant turned out to be a front for a mob family and while they knew that, Jim Gordon had jumped the gun on cracking down and shut the place down. Babs was going to give her dad an annoyed call tomorrow about that one. 

So now the trio of Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie were at Batburger in their gala finest. The night could still be saved if they could just get back to the clock tower. Then Condiment King strutted into the Batburger. All three of them sighed and Cass and Steph started silently arguing back and forth on who would slip out to deal with him. No matter who stayed and who left, there were even odds of all of them getting covered in something foul smelling. 

However all three of them were surprised when a pair at another table were the ones to rise. 

Cassandra had of course clocked them when she entered, that part of her brain that she could never shut off had cataloged every person in the restaurant before she was even fully past the door. 

The woman was tall, taller than any of her brothers. Even taller than Bruce. She might even be as tall as Wonder Woman. She had long flaming red locks that cascaded down her back, restrained only by a teal headband. She had sat facing the entrance and had clearly clocked the Batgirl trio as fighters as well. She was well muscled and moved with the practiced grace of a trained martial artist. When Condiment King had appeared she had seemed more annoyed than scared or truly bothered by him. 

Her companion was skinny and small in the same way that street kids usually were, the same way Jason had been and even Cass herself. Like no matter how much food he ate it would never be enough to make up for not getting enough as a kid. Even though he had his back to the entrance he had still been aware of every person as they came and went, cocking his head and tracking them by sound alone. He looked to be the same age Cass was. Cass could tell they were siblings, though they looked just about as different as possible. 

The two of them had conversed in rapid sign language, the woman speaking and signing, while he listened and signed back. It made Cassandra’s heart leap, seeing someone else just like her. She had just happened to sit so she could read some of his signs while showing that she used ASL as well. Though he apparently didn’t like his food very much because he kept saying something about “nasty burgers.” 

Right before Condiment King had walked in, the guy had sat up and shivered before looking around warily. His sister had sighed and carefully wiped her fingers on her napkin, unhurried by whatever had spooked him. Then one of Gotham’s least effective, yet most annoying, rogues walked in and declared he was robbing the place. 

The guy stood up and pulled what looked to Cass to be a highly scientific soup thermos and snuck up behind Condiment King as he was threatening the tired, underpaid and overworked cashiers. Cass couldn’t help but notice how silent he walked, he glided over the ground like a dancer as if gravity was only the merest of suggestions. He thumbed a switch on the side of his thermos and a brilliant blue beam poured out, catching Condiment King’s attention. 

Condiment King turned and almost jumped out of his skin when he saw a random civilian holding a soup container threateningly. The rogue and the stranger both looked down at the thermos in confusion. He opened his mouth as if to speak but instead some horrible combination of sparking electricity, cracking ice and distant screams came out. Somehow Cass could almost hear words past the noise and she was amazed that she could understand him. 

“Huh. I would have sworn you were one of mine.” 

Condiment King scowled past his confusion and readied his mustard cannon. 

“Danny, now's not the time for quips.” His sister said as she pulled him out of the way of the yellow fountain. “I’m not letting you back in the apartment if you smell like mustard.” 

Then she pulled a baton from the back of her belt that extended into a bo staff. Two quick strikes had Condiment King disarmed and on the ground, a third and he was dazed enough to not be a threat. 

“Well done, Jazz!” Danny had set his thermos down on the countertop so he could excitedly sign to his sister, then he looked around in confusion. “But then what triggered my ghost sense?” 

No sooner had he finished his signs, than a translucent being phased through the wall, a box in his hands. He looked to be dressed as a regular warehouse worker, though he glowed, floated and apparently could ignore solid walls. He immediately began flinging frozen hamburger patties from his box around. 

“I’m the Box Ghost! Ghostly master of all things rectangular and corrugated! Beware!” 

“Ah, there you are Boxy.” Danny said in his strange and crackling voice. Cass could see that Stephanie and Barbara couldn’t understand what he was saying as they both clamped their hands over their ears at the cacophony. 

Cass watched Danny with this Box Ghost. Clearly the two knew each other, she could practically see the rapport Danny had. She couldn’t keep herself from admiring Danny’s form. He flowed like water around the frozen patties. Even when her brothers were at their most agile and graceful, there was an element of elegance that was missing from their movements. Yet with Danny he skated around the projectiles. 

He was also aware of every person in the restaurant. One of the frozen burgers would have easily missed Danny, but hit one of the others, except he caught it and spun it right back at Box Ghost. That level of awareness was difficult for even seasoned heroes, and showed how often Danny had faced overwhelming odds, he knew exactly what would happen if he failed to be aware of someone in the line of fire. 

She appreciated how in control he was of his strength. She could see it in the bunching and tightening of his muscles that he wasn’t using anywhere near his full strength in this fight. It was a level of restraint she knew far too personally. It was the restraint of someone who had hurt others before and would never do so again. 

“Alright Boxy, you’re making a mess. Time to be done” Danny said, grabbing the thermos once more and again flipping the switch. This time when the beam of light caught the ghost it began to pull them in like a vortex. 

“Darn your cylindrical containment device!” The voice of the Box Ghost diminished until it completely disappeared along with the ghost and the beam of light. Danny spun the thermos in his hand for a moment before he clipped it onto his belt with a flourish. 

Cass glanced at the other Batgirls and, unsurprisingly, saw Steph almost salivating over the amazonian woman. Steph liked her women strong, tall and hyper competent. Meetings with the rest of the Justice League usually left her vibrating with barely controlled desire. She had almost needed a vacation the first time she met Big Barda. Steph was already half way up out of her seat to introduce herself. 

Barbara seemed similarly impressed, though as she was currently dating Dinah Lance, her interest was different. She had her phone out and was typing rapidly, no doubt hacking the security system of the Batburger to remove any evidence of their actions, as clear a sign of her approval as anything. 

With a smile Cass also stood and followed Steph. The two Batgirls would absolutely introduce themselves to these two, and hopefully that introduction would eventually lead to a date, or maybe more.

[str8rat]

Today we're talking about Change God Cults in my ISAT/Fear and Hunger AU!

WARNING!! The following post contains really fucked topics. If you can't handle topics such as sexual harrassment, all sorts of body horror, murder and gore, please keep scrolling. ( If you're any familiar with Fear And Hunger then you can most likely imagine that it gets B A D here. so proceed with caution )

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NEW Gods;

God of Change - Among the most revered deities in Vaugarde, the God of Change represents the ever-shifting nature of existence. However, some Vaugardians have taken this belief to dangerous extremes, becoming fanatically obsessed with the idea of constant transformation. Over time, this obsession has spread like wildfire across the country, gaining popularity to such an extent that even Isabeau, known to be someone who 'Capital-C Changed', now distances himself from the belief entirely, even going as far as to claim that the Change belief is something completely different to what it used to be a few years ago.

In their fervor, many parents have forced their children to undergo drastic changes against their will, believing it to be a sacred duty. Others, consumed by the need to change constantly, in some cases even daily, each time adopting a new persona. This relentless pursuit of transformation often leads to insanity, as they become overwhelmed by the chaos of countless personalities battling for control.

One particularly disturbing example can be found in Dormont, where a man known to Mirabelle exemplifies the madness that has taken hold. If Siffrin chooses to speak with him before heading to the Clocktower, they will witness the man’s unsettling behavior: with each sentence, he switches tone, language, and attitude, as if he’s a dozen different people trapped in one body. Yet, beneath the turmoil, it's quite clear that the man is still good-hearted and kind, despite everything.

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Change God Cults;

The Children of Change; the name surrounding all kinds of Change Cults, which take the concept to an extreme, twisted degree. Examples of the most popular cults known to exist;

The Body Crafters; A cult emerges in the dark corners of Vaugarde, where followers of the God of Change take the concept to an extreme. These individuals use Body Craft to reshape their bodies. They believe that constantly altering their physical forms will bring them closer to divine enlightenment. However, the grotesque results leave them disfigured, with limbs twisted into unnatural shapes, faces mutilated beyond recognition, and bodies often barely functional. Their minds, too, begin to warp, as they lose their sense of identity, becoming trapped in a cycle of endless, horrific transformation.

The Skin Walkers; Some Vaugardians become so obsessed with Change that they seek to embody others completely—by wearing their skins. These fanatics hunt down those they admire or envy, skinning them alive to create a "new self," usually in the circle of other Skin Walkers, brought together to witness the ritual. They believe that by donning the flesh of another, they can absorb their traits, memories, and personality. The ritual often leaves the victim alive and screaming until death finally claims them. The Skin Walkers then parade through the streets, proudly displaying their new "selves," only to discard them once the flesh begins to rot, seeking a fresh "change."

The Memory Eaters; In their desire to experience every possible life, some Vaugardians develop a twisted ritual where they consume the memories of others. Using forbidden rituals and Crafts, they extract the essence of a person's mind, leaving the victim an empty husk. The Memory Eaters then live out the stolen memories, believing that by experiencing as many lives as possible, they can achieve ultimate enlightenment. However, the process slowly erodes their sanity, as the cacophony of voices in their head grows louder, each demanding to be the dominant personality. Eventually, they lose control, their minds shattered by the weight of countless lives they can no longer distinguish, becoming crazed, bloodlusting maniacs in search of people they can stole the memories of. One of such individuals can be encountered on the second floor of the House, somehow having avoided being frozen by the Curse. If a party member ends up being hit by the Memory Eater's 'Mind Steal' Skill, they will become mere husks of their former selves. With no tonics or healing Craft being able to help, the rest of the party will be forced to leave them behind. Shields can reflect this Skill.

The Perfectionists; In some of the more remote regions of Vaugarde, there are rumors of parents who take the concept of Change to a horrifying extreme. Obsessed with creating the "perfect" children, they subject their offspring to dangerous experiments and rituals designed to force rapid, unnatural growth and development. These children are subjected to forceful use of Body Craft and invasive procedures that twist their bodies and minds. Some become hideous monstrosities, unable to comprehend their own existence, while others are molded into mindless puppets, their free will stripped away in the name of Change.

The Cult of Marrige; Deep within the shadowy corners of the world, a cult has arisen, known as the Cult of Marrige. This twisted sect is devoted to the Change Belief but has taken its teachings to horrific extremes. They believe that true Change—the ultimate transformation—can only be achieved through a grotesque ritual they call "Marrige." Despite the name, Marrige is not a bond of love between two beings, but rather a nightmarish fusion, where two souls, bodies, and minds are violently merged into a single, monstrous abomination. This cult sees Marrige as the highest form of devotion to the God of Change, a symbol of love twisted into something far darker. They believe that by merging two beings into one, they are embracing the most profound and eternal Change, transcending the boundaries of individuality. To them, Marrige is a sacred act, a final, irreversible transformation that elevates the participants to a higher state of existence—or so they claim. In reality, the result is a horrific amalgamation of flesh, mind, and soul, where both beings lose their identity and sanity, becoming one, monstrous entity driven by pain, rage, and madness. One of such monsters can be encountered on the third floor of the House, and the battle with Marrige is incredibly difficult and horrific, as the disturbed party truly gets to see what lengths the followers of Change can reach to prove to be worthy of the Change God's blessing.

Due to all those terrible twists to the Change Belief, rumors began to spread, of the Change God becoming ashamed and furious with their followers, that have came to such an extent of insanity, just to follow their belief. And so, they left, leaving the human race to fend on it's own, not wanting to associate with the awful Cults that originated from them.

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The Marrige Cult Encounter;

Shortly after Siffrin joins the party, consisting of himself, Isabeau, Odile, and Mirabelle, they find themselves seeking shelter at a large encampment while en route to Dormont. The camp houses over a hundred members and, despite appearing welcoming and respectful towards the Saviors of Vaugarde, the group quickly realizes they are in a precarious situation. Odile immediately identifies the inhabitants as members of the Marriage Cult, a fact underscored by the horrifying amalgamations wandering openly throughout the camp. Despite their discomfort and heightened vigilance, the party has little choice but to accept the offered refuge for the night, deeming it the safest option available, as this particular area is simply filled with strong Sadnesses, which they would be safe from while they stay at the camp.

Each member is assigned their own tent, but Siffrin finds himself unable to sleep, opting instead to stay awake and keep watch for any suspicious activity. In the early hours of the morning, he hears faint footsteps outside but initially dismisses them when the sounds quickly fade. An hour later, a piercing scream shatters the silence, sending a jolt of dread through him. Recognizing the voice as Mirabelle's, Siffrin springs into action, racing through the maze of tents toward the source of the distress.

What he discovers chills him to the core: Mirabelle is bound and trapped within a sinister summoning circle alongside an unknown man, surrounded by a gathering of cultists eagerly observing the unfolding ritual. Siffrin wastes no time, lunging forward to slash the man across the chest and force him away from Mirabelle, before he can hurt her. Trembling with sobs and pale, Mirabelle struggles against her restraints, managing to pull her dress back down over her legs, as Siffrin brandishes his dagger, demanding an explanation despite already grasping the horrifying intent.

The wounded man staggers to his feet, enraged by the interruption and shouting that Siffrin has no right to interfere. Moments later, Odile and Isabeau arrive, alerted by the commotion. The cult leader steps forward with a twisted grin, explaining that upon seeing Mirabelle, he perceived only weakness and failure. Believing the party needed more strength to defeat the King, he took it upon himself to initiate a Marriage ritual with her, intending to create a more powerful being through their grotesque fusion. Mirabelle's sobs and visible terror only fuel the party's determination to protect her. Isabeau, seething with uncharacteristic anger, carefully moves to free Mirabelle while Odile and Siffrin position themselves defensively between their Housemaiden and the advancing cultists.

As tensions escalate, the cult leader commands his followers to capture the intruders, sparking chaos throughout the camp. Odile and Isabeau fiercely defend Mirabelle against the onslaught, while Siffrin confronts the leader directly, delivering a fatal stab to his neck and leaving him collapsing to the ground, choking on his own blood. Seizing the opportunity amidst the disorder, the party fights their way through the frenzied cultists and makes a desperate escape into the safety of the surrounding wilderness.

In the days that follow, Mirabelle remains quiet and withdrawn, barely speaking or eating as she grapples with the trauma of the attack. Her companions stay close, offering unwavering support—Isabeau provides comforting embraces, Odile offers gentle words of reassurance, and Siffrin becomes notably protective, seldom leaving her side, especially when they enter a new town two days later. This harrowing experience solidifies the bond between them, with Siffrin realizing just how deeply he cares for his newfound family and affirming his resolve to defend them with every ounce of his being.

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that's all for now! I still have a few ideas when it comes to this AU, but i've got no clue if i'll be able to publish them, as i am starting my final school year so i'll be very busy. as for the Anon that has shared some more ideas about this AU, if you're reading this, feel free to write more, if you have anything else in mind! I got super giddy reading your suggestions :3 I'll be sure to include it, whenever i'll have the time to post ._. we'll see how things will turn out :D

[kittycatasaurus]

Love Flavoured Chocolates (2023 Willy Wonka/Reader)

(Cross posted to my AO3, I'm obsessed with Wonka and wanted to share this purely self indulgent reader insert because there simply isn't enough out there and hey it might encourage me to write some more if other people can also enjoy my writing!)

Word count: 3.2k

Willy had come to the Galéries Gourmet with nothing but his love for chocolate making, a wish to once more see his mother, and a hat full of dreams. One thing he certainly hadn’t accounted for was falling in love. He’d first had the pleasure of meeting you the first time Noodle smuggled him out of Scrubitt’s.

You'd befriended the young girl in passing on the street after she’d bumped into you with her laundry cart while neither of you were paying quite enough attention to where you were going. Though the collision was soft enough to keep you both on your feet, she had knocked the book your face was buried in straight to the ground causing you both to startle. Immediately the pair of you burst into apologies (which had made you laugh, despite the girl’s sincere panic), “You’re alright little missy, that was entirely my fault for not looking ahead of me, I simply can’t put this one down, I’m so close to finishing this new tale of a young detective!” You attempted to ease her worry with a big smile, it seemed to work as the girl’s face shifted from concern to interest. “Is-is that the latest Nancy Drew story?” She asked eagerly, trying to get a better look at the book in your hand. With a simple nod, keeping the easy smile on your face you answered, yes. From there the pair of you spent at least a half hour chattering excitedly about the fantastical feats of the young investigator until a nearby clocktower chimed, making her realise she was falling way behind schedule and would soon have to return to the wash house with a few deliveries still to make their destinations. “It’s been wonderful talking to you miss, but I’m afraid I really must hurry along, I hope I run into you again, my name is Noodle in case you see me before I see you!” The girl, now known to you as Noodle, what an interesting name, jumbled out as she made off to scurry away to wherever she needed to be. “I hope I see you again as well Noodle, you’ve been a delight to talk to! The name is Y/N” You called out after her and continued your stroll once she was out of sight, only somewhat more aware of your surroundings this time.

After that initial encounter you had run into each other a few times, eventually budding a wonderful friendship wherein you shared books and life stories with one another. Gradually you learned of Noodle’s more than unfortunate living situation and provided her comfort and reassurance in any ways you could, be that a book from your collection which she hadn’t yet read or a warm hug and shoulder to cry on, the girl became a younger sister figure to you.

This was where Wonka came into the picture, you and Noodle by this point had been friends for the better part of two years and saw each other frequently so you were understandably concerned when you hadn’t seen her around for the last couple of weeks. Just when the worry was getting to the point of you preparing yourself to storm into Scrubitt’s and demand to know about the wellbeing of your friend you saw her, tucked away from the main roads and pathways, talking to her trolley? Now that is upsetting, such a beautiful young mind lost to the madness of her circumstance. As you were about to approach, rounding the corner of the wall you’d hidden behind, a man emerged from the trolley clearly in conversation with the young girl. If not for your sheer confusion, you would have hastily approached the stranger as instinct kicked in to keep Noodle away from any potential danger. She didn't appear frightened or startled so logic told you this was no stranger to her, and therefore not a threat. Upon the realisation, you called out to your friend whom you’d missed in the two weeks of absence, “Noodle! Where’ve you been, little lady?” Immediately, both heads turned to face you and your breath caught in your throat as the mystery man turned and you finally caught a glimpse of his face. It was a beautiful face too, puppy-like hazel eyes, framed by fluttery long lashes, thick full eyebrows sat above them, complimenting his slender, pale face. Both pairs of eyes were wide upon you but you were still taking in the gorgeous man before you, to the point you failed to hear Noodle as she repeated your name, asking “Y/N? What are you doing here?” At the lack of response, she followed up “Earth to Y/N?” with a somewhat exasperated sigh after. Seeing the man turn to face Noodle shook you from your reverie and you let out a sharp little “Hmm?” “I said, what are you doing here Y/N? Were you following me or something?” Her look caused a twang of guilt for a second until you registered that, no you hadn’t been following Noodle, just actively looking out for her as you’d thought her to be missing. “Of course not you numpty! I heard your voice coming from a sketchy alley and saw you talking to your laundry pile, I only wanted to check you were alright, especially considering I haven’t seen you in a few weeks kid! It’s completely understandable for me to be at least a little worried, even more so after seeing a strange man come out of your trolley,” Your voice was taking on a bit of a scolding tone as you softened it to turn to the aforementioned man “No offence.” He shook his head as though to imply none taken as his eyes flitted between the two of you, the friendly smile never once leaving his face. “I take it this is Y/N, Noodle?” his eyes remained on her this time as she nodded back to him. Well that was unexpected, this mysterious dreamboat knew who you were courtesy of Noodle, and while you were flattered she told this new ‘friend’ about you, you worried over what she said in order for him to deduce your identity.

Together, the pair of them explained their plan to get the money to free themselves of Scrubitt’s unfair debt, going into detail about the wondrous and impossible chocolates made by who you now know to be ‘Willy Wonka, future chocolatier extraordinaire’. In all honesty your mind is positively racing to keep up, but with such bright smiles on their faces you can only nod your support and shoot a smile back, albeit a smaller one.

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That had been a while ago, though it felt even longer. By this point, you had collectively put a stop to the chocolate cartel and Scrubitt and Bleacher. Wonka’s chocolates were doing better than ever and with everyone from the wash house going back to their old lives, Willy was alone again, well mostly. Abacus Crunch had been happy to remain the financial adviser for Willy and the group would do their best to stay in touch thanks to Lottie Bell and her phone operator gig but it was definitely lonely, going from all those people around him, that warm environment to nothing again. Although, you were still around weren’t you? You and Noodle? While you both saw her often, upon finding her mother and the library where she stayed, it was less and less that you found yourself in the young girl’s company, she had years of catching up to do after all. You wanted to believe that was why you were seeing less and less of Willy too, but the pair of you had no reason not to see each other often, after all, you’d quit your boring old job to help out and work with Willy at his shop as soon as it had been acquired. So then why did it feel like he was avoiding you, or attempting to shut you out.

This is where you find yourself as you sit with Noodle outside her mother’s library one warm evening. “I don’t understand Noodle, he seems lonely, it's simply a fact that he thrives off of being around other people so I don’t understand why he’s shutting himself away” a too big sigh leaves your mouth. “I miss him, I miss his cheshire grin, the confusing way he talks, even just seeing his garish purple coat” “Hmmm, kinda sounds like you love him” “Yeah, I just don’t know what’s u- WHAT?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOODLE?” Your face burns red as your brain takes a minute to register what the young girl chimes in with. In response she holds up her hands, palms facing you, “I’m just saying it as I see it.” With a shrug she shakes her head. Though her words do make you stop and think back to the many months you’ve known the eccentric chocolatier.

The first day you’d successfully sold Wonka’s chocolates on the street had resulted in a quick getaway where you and Willy had ended up lost in the tunnels below the city, escaping the corrupt chief of police for an hour or two as you attempted to meet up with the others to get Willy back to Scrubitt’s with the others in time for roll call. At this point you hadn’t yet been alone together, and the lack of familiarity seemingly made Willy nervous to the point his breathing got panicked and you shared a rather intimate moment where you helped ease his discomfort with a simple breathing exercise and hand massage. “Willy, give me your hand please,” you spoke in the most gentle tone you’d ever mustered after his laboured breaths stabilised, he acquiesced rather quickly as you reached out to him, gently cupping his hand. “I’m gonna trace the lines of your palm okay? It might tickle but I promise you, you’ll feel better.” The smile on your face eased any remaining nerves and once you started to caress his palm with your thumb he seemed to lose the last of the tension. “See,” your voice was still incredibly gentle, but now you were both smiling though his was significantly smaller than usual, “You’re okay, sweetie, I’m here” The pet name left your mouth so naturally neither of you reacted, though a moment later you flushed realising the implied closeness of calling him such a name. With level heads you managed to safely navigate your way back to the others in time and wished Willy a restful night. In retrospect that may very well have been when you first started to develop feelings for the man, you could no longer tell, in the objectively short time that you’d known him, you could think of at least a dozen other times that may have stimulated this apparent crush of yours. Though one particular memory comes to mind more often than the rest. The most recent to boot, the day you reunited Noodle with her mother!

It was the day you’d put an end to the cartel, Willy would finally be free to run his chocolate shop and live out the dream he’d shared with his late mother. The celebration in the Galéries Gourmet seemed to go on forever as everyone enjoyed the chocolate fountain filling up cups seemingly endlessly. A group effort had the shop back together in no time, looking as good as new. As the sun was finally descending from its high perch, your friends from Scrubitt’s all said their goodbyes and well wishes to Willy, Noodle and yourself. Leaving the three of you to lounge about in comfortable silence for a while. “We have a surprise for you, Noodle!” You said excitedly to the young girl who was almost falling asleep where she sat. Exchanging eye contact with Willy, you rose with Noodle in tow. Wide awake after jolting her about, she rushed to keep up with both of your longer legs as you sped away from the shop. Stopping abruptly outside of the library, Noodle gathered her bearings with a confused expression on her face and heavy breaths leaving her lungs, “The library?? What could possibly be so important in there you felt the need to sprint AND drag me along too no less!” She was understandably irritated, but you knew it would be worth all the effort soon enough. “Close your eyes for a second for me Noodle-dee!” Willy told her cheerfully as you approached the door holding onto the girl’s hand to bring her with you. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. “Now open them…” You whispered just loud enough for her to hear and comply. Before her, stood her mother, finally reunited after years of wishing and hoping. Immediately the two shared the warmest embrace you’d ever witnessed as you backed up and gave them their space, returning to Wonka’s side and overlooking the tender moment. A soft sniffle from beside you reached your ear and you glanced over to see Willy’s eyes glossy with unshed tears, the poor boy must’ve been reminded of his own mother in that moment, your heart hurt for him. “Come here sweetie,” you hummed to him, pulling the chocolatier into a comforting hug. “She’d be so proud of you right now, you know?” You got a teary chuckle in response to that as his arms wrapped around you. Noodle and her mother looked over to you now and you raised your arm in a wave to let them know you’d be heading back to leave them to catch up on all the time they’d spent apart.

The walk back wasn’t far, but it felt much longer without Noodle especially since you’d run practically the whole way there and were now strolling very leisurely. Neither of you said anything but you were touching in some way the entire time, holding hands for part of the walk, then switching to linking arms, even simply resting your hand on Willy’s back. Eventually you made it back to the shop, with the lights off, it was as though the magic was sleeping. As you entered ahead of Willy, you looked back to examine his expression, he wasn’t upset, of course not, he just reunited his dearest friend with her mother whom she thought long lost, perhaps forlorn was more accurate. The cogs in his head were clearly turning as he wrangled with his feelings, particularly regarding his mother and the seemingly impending loneliness he was soon to face. He stopped walking as soon as he entered, eyes still downcast as though expecting you to turn around and leave right then and there as well. With a low sigh you finally broke the silence “Willy, I’m not leaving you, not after that, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I just walked out after seeing those tears in your eyes.” He looked up, this time they had escaped and he had a sad pout on his beautiful lips. “Can you tell me about her? Have you got any pictures?” You’d not heard much at all about his mother from him aside from how much he loved her and that she was the inspiration for his dream turned reality. Willy gave a little nod and led you through the store to his makeshift office/home/break room, and on the desk sat a framed photo of a beautiful woman with a very familiar smile. “Wow this is her then? She’s beautiful Willy, you look so much like her.” You said the last bit somewhat under your breath as you realised the implication of what you said (as much as you meant it, it seemed a bit forward). You picked up the picture and sat down on the sofa in the room, patting the seat next to you for Willy to sit beside you, the rest of the night was spent listening to stories of his childhood and asking questions. The pair of you laughed, you cried, and eventually Willy fell asleep with his head on your shoulder. Getting as comfortable as the pair of you could, you let yourself join him in the land of dreams shortly after.

Now, it had been a few weeks since you and Willy had experienced the almost intimate exchange of life stories, as well as your chat with Noodle and you had the day off. Willy was on a break from work and went to visit Noodle at the library to tell her all about that night and how great a person he found you to be, gushing over how ‘kind, pretty, sensitive, and funny’ you were but somehow avoiding the ‘L’ word and seemingly ignoring his feelings for you. Eventually, the girl could take it no longer and burst out “Either ask her out, or I will do it for you! You’re such an idiot Willy, it's so obvious you love Y/N and I don’t understand how you’ve danced around it for as long as you have!” Noodle’s frustration was apparent from her face alone, if her words somehow hadn’t conveyed exactly what she meant them to. Willy’s eyes went wide at her outburst and his face started to resemble a tomato almost in how brightly he was blushing. As he opened his mouth to make a retort, Noodle interrupted him with a raised finger and a look that shut him up before he could even make so much as a noise. “Go see her now Willy, or I will.” Was all she had to say to get him standing up and practically sprinting out of the door.

A hurried knock at your door startled you out of your thoughtless stare out the window, you sat up abruptly, I’m not expecting any visitors, you thought to yourself as you walked cautiously over to the door. Through the peephole, you spotted the one and only Willy Wonka, pleasantly surprised, you opened up the door to be pulled into a tight embrace. Despite the initial shock, you quickly recovered to hug your dear friend back, “Heya, what’s gotten into you, sweetpea?” Genuinely confused as to the context despite reciprocating the affectionate action. Pulling back from you to look into your eyes, Willy responded, “I love you, Y/N.” Cue the widening of your eyes as you started to stammer out a reply, “Wh-what, huh, I-” “I love you, Y/N, I can’t believe it took Noodle calling me an idiot to realise it but I’m hopelessly, wholeheartedly in love with you.” He affirmed with a fire behind his gaze. You realised then that he wasn’t joking, this wasn’t a prank or him using the word in a friendly sense. “You, you do?” Tears started to well up in your eyes as you looked into his, “I love you too, Willy Wonka.” Not wanting to keep him in suspense, you confessed right back. A laugh broke free from your mouth as the tears started to fall from your eyes. Gently cupping either side of his face, you brought your lips together in a sweet kiss that felt like it could last forever, his hands finding a comfortable perch on your hips as you held each other close. Breaking apart for air, you both giggled, and leaned back into each other for another kiss, this one escalating a little past wholesome as you softly tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth. Breathing heavily now, you separated once more to stare into each other's eyes. Willy Wonka had confessed his love to you and you were ecstatic to say you felt the same. This would be the start of something beautiful, of that you were sure.

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Could I request a Gotham Knights request where r is the youngest knight who struggles with self-confidence and takes a hit for the knights when out on patrol due to this and they go big sibling mode?

Nice to see a request from another fandom. If I misunderstood the wording let me know, but I’m assuming the reader takes a hit for the knight and the knight goes big sibling mode.

Squire

You’re the youngest, the smallest, and the easiest to be tossed around. You have good instincts where it counts but you’re not always sure of yourself. During the day, you struggle with standing up for yourself, because sometimes you think they’re right. It’s started to affect your night life a little, putting doubt in your mind which affects your performance. This behaviour doesn’t go unnoticed.

Barbara notices almost immediately, as you keep returning to the clocktower with more scrapes and bruises. She sees you training plenty, so she knows you can drop some of those goons like a bad habit. You spar with the others too. What was going on?

When the two of you are on patrol you run into some goons and at first Barbara has it taken care of. You get cornered by a couple but you have it mostly in hand. Then you see one trying to flank her. You knocked out the one you were dealing with, and was able to grab Barbara’s attacker. He had a baton of some kind but you don’t get a good look before he hits you, when you get between him and his intended target. The hit is pretty nasty, but not hospital warranted. Once the goons are dealt with, Babs gets you back to the clocktower.

By this point if you don’t tell her what’s going on she was baring you from patrol duty. You don’t say much, and you don’t often say much anyways. As she’s putting the wrappings on your arm and you’re holding an ice pack to your bruised eye you tell her you’re fine. Yeah right, she wasn’t born yesterday. You don’t know what else she wants you to say. What’s been going on lately, during the day. Well, you don’t always feel sure of yourself, because people keep saying you’re not good enough. That you’re not doing enough and still getting away with it. You aren’t meeting their expectations, and that you aren’t setting high enough goals for yourself.

Barbara lets you vent more about it, telling stories of things teachers have said, coworkers putting their tasks on you, and all the while you’re running on little sleep. There was some tears, not really sobs. Babs doesn’t need a super computer or even her glasses to see your lack of confidence.

You stepped in between her and a guy ready to take a hard swing at her, a swing that may have killed her, and you stopped it and took it. But that was just adrenaline surely. No it wasn’t. You have plenty to live for in your life, you know people care about you, and you knew deep down, that you could take the hit. That you could protect people, and the ones you love.

You’re still barred from patrol for a while to heal your injuries, but Babs goes extra sister mode and says that if you need help with any projects or homework, she will help where she can, if only to give you extra reassurance.

Tim doesn’t share the same classes with you, but he notices you in the hallways and… yeah he’s noticed you having teachers and even other students breathing down your neck for a variety of things. He’s stood up for you before, especially with that group project where you did everything, told the teacher you did, and the teacher told you it could’ve been done better. Yeah that ticked him off enough to go to the higher ups of the school. When he sees how you are at night, he can tell that stuff has been bothering you. Hell, he’s had that feeling before.

While you keeping watch, and he was hacking into a computer, a couple of guys were trying to break down the door. Tim was almost done, he just needed a couple more second-fuck! The door got blasted off, and would’ve hit Tim if you hadn’t blocked it with yourself. You have bracers on your arms, so they take most of the damage that door would have done, damn it hurts though. Focus. Take em down, then get out.

Back at the clocktower, Tim thanks you for taking the hit. The impact left some internal bruising, but it would heal in time. You tell him you should have just pulled him away from the computer. He points out, the files they got would have been destroyed instead of retrieved. Still you should have barred the door, or posted up outside the door to keep them from getting in, or- Tim cuts you off. How the hell would you have accounted for that stuff? The mission was a success, you got the files and you kicked butt in the process. If all you do is fixate on what could have been, you’ll have too many ideas running through your head to act when you need to. But what if your first idea totally sucks? Then you learn from it and try again next time.

Tim tells you that you can’t let self-confidence get in the way of a judgement call, especially in a situation like that. Did you take a hard hit? Yes. Did you get the files? Yes! It won’t be easy, but if he’ll help you with your self confidence, and if that means reminding you each time that you’re doing a good job, then so be it. Hell, he’ll text you every day before class.

Dick knows self confidence can be hard, he’s a performer. Grayson also knows what you can do. Big sibling mode is not a thing for him, it’s just default Grayson. During sparring, he notices you’ll try to flee from attacks rather than guard or dodge. It’s one thing to step back, it’s another to scurry away. There’s plenty of times where he’ll have you just plant your feet to remind you it’s only practice, the batons won’t hurt when you have guards on. Soft swing, normal swing, harder swi- you flee again.

Grayson is still concerned when you two go out, investigating a warehouse that had a few thugs. He was ready to drop down on them, but not before asking if you can handle yourself. The question leaves you with plenty of self doubt. He accounted for this ahead of time, knowing you may not be up for it. He reminds you it’s only a couple of thugs for each of you. Yeah, you can do this. No problem. There wasn’t much of a problem either, you plant your feet, and are able to avoid most hits.

Then you hear the sound of something sharp and metal. You look over and Grayson is dealing with a knife now. A skilled knife. You’re stealing glances in between blows, and knife user is giving Grayson a run for his money. Once you have your current thug knocked down you rush over, seeing Grayson get punched in the face hard. The knife comes down on a dazed Grayson but you grab it, shoving it away, so it just gives a cut to shoulder. You take the stumble from your quick intervention, to kick the guy to ground. Once Grayson recovers, he takes the guy down.

A quick call and the police are on their way, while you’re gritting your teeth. Grayson didn’t see it before, but your hands are bleeding from grabbing the knife, as is your shoulder. As soon as the cops can be heard, he has you on the bike, driving to the clock tower, being careful not to make any hard turns since you can’t have on to him very easily.

The alcohol stings and you feel pretty foolish for grabbing the knife by the blade. Thankfully it wasn’t too deep, so stitches weren’t necessary, but bandages were and that also meant no fighting for a while. Once you’re all bandaged up, Grayson asks what’s been going on lately. You kept fleeing and he noticed you flinching quite a bit during the fight. You try to act like nothing is going on, and that his issue was with you grabbing the blade, but he’s persistent. You shrug, cause you don’t know, it was all so unreal sometimes, that you’re a vigilante fighting to protect your home. Yet during the day you couldn’t fight back against the ones who kept trying to take your stuff or told you you weren’t good enough.

You’re plenty good enough. Grayson reminds you of everything you’ve been able to pull off, all the fights you’ve won, all the bad guys you’ve brought to justice, and all of the hard work you’re doing now. You’re kicking ass, so don’t stop just because not everyone knows it. You’re trying not to tear up but Grayson gives you a hug, and yep, now you’re crying. Don’t say sorry, you’re doing great. Want to watch a horrible show that you can both mock and laugh at? You pick, he’ll get snacks.

Jason had been preoccupied with a lead, so he wasn’t paying you much mind. Your shooting was his main concern, since you were his little sniper buddy, dropping bad guys from a safe place. You wanted to get into the full action though. Jason wasn’t sure, but as long as you kept yourself out of the way he would allow it. You feel useless sometimes, only watching from above. You miss criminals which means Jason has to go after them or they get away. There’s also been some criminals who decide to make rude remarks about you being some child.

Jason had his main lead cornered, giving the guy a proper beating as well. You had been down there with him among the shipping crates that covered you from view of any cameras. Jason wasn’t sure if coast was as clear as he wanted, so you went looking for any stragglers. The concerns were warranted as you found a guy perched on one of the crates, taking aim. You don’t know whether the target is the lead or Jason, you don’t care either. Without another thought you run at the guy, not bothering with your own weapon, and shout.

The wrestle for the gunman’s weapon goes poorly. Jason takes notice, but by the time he turns there’s a gunshot, and you fall back, landing hard against the concrete below. Immediately, Jason has his gun out and fires on the gunman who isn’t quick enough to retreat. Once he knocks out the lead he hurries over to your crumpled body. He’s panicked too, thinking you may have just gotten yourself killed. The wound is a graze on your hip, nasty but not fatal. You’re gasping, trying to get air back in your lungs. Jason doesn’t hesitate to get the lower part of your mask off, letting you breathe easier.

Once you’re breathing and he gets something around the wound to soak up the blood, he gets you back to the clocktower. It’s not a fun time. Jason’s bedside manner is lacking. You literally took a bullet for him, all because he let you stay on the ground. He was so stupid. You watch him patch you up, grumbling to himself. Without thinking you apologize. Jason finishes up and gives you a look of, “where did that come from”.

You shouldn’t have overstepped. This lead was important and you just made it more difficult. Not only that you put your at risk, if you had been up on the crates you would’ve been fine. Instead you caused unnecessary risk. Jason sits there listening to you feel ashamed, and then call yourself a “stupid kid” and “childish”. Fucks sake he shouldn’t have to tell you this.

You’re a Robin now, maybe not like the rest of them. Doesn’t change the fact they were all young once and took risks. Everyone starts somewhere, and when you’re the youngest you have plenty of doubts. Confidence isn’t your strongest feature, but honestly he didn’t know many others your age who had the guts to take up a rifle and fight back against all the shit on these streets. If anything he blamed himself for not noticing you were struggling to begin with. You try to deflect blame back on to yourself and he settles for it being neither of your faults.

You’re not going out for a while, not with your injuries. Honestly it’s a miracle you didn’t do more damage. For now, you need to take care of yourself, and remind yourself that you’re more badass than you give yourself credit for. First get some rest, and then tomorrow night you’ll walk around as a civillian, focusing on some self care and he’ll be close by on his patrol. You don’t need to take crazy risks, that’s his job. He’s proud of you though.

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late night ramblings about mirabelle don't mind me teehee!

You every think about how much Mirabelle's anxiety & doubt weight on her? How at the clocktower she still says the party can leave if they're not up fort it, even though at that point they will stay with her to the end? How some part of her doubts that she should be the one to save her home? How despite all of Vaugarde seeing her blessed by the Change God, even though she knows Euphraise had the means to and gave her that immunity, she doesn't want to disappoint people that their god wasn't the one to save them? How she still feels useless even though she has the means to unfreeze people from the curse (as long as they're not in the final stages of it). How she's always, always doubting she can save Vaugarde.

And yet, it's always HER that does the final blow against the King. It was HER the reflects the King's attack in the final loop. The Stylish One writes her a fanmail letter to assure her no one blames her, despite Mirabelle initially thinking she was scary? The Change God, for how lazy they are seen by it's people, loves Mirabelle so much that they protect the statue she made because they loved t he face she drew?? How in START AGAIN: a prologue it's expresses how "the reason you're all here" because without Mirabelle, no one in the party would be on this journey without her? How despite all her insecurities, her doubts, her worries & hers fear weighing on her at every moment, there's never a doubt that the party loves Mirabelle? That every part of the game shows how much everyone Mirabelle has met and touched peoples lives regardless of her chosen one status they formed?

How in every moment, Mirabelle is loved

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I'll hold your shoes || Mattheo Riddle x reader

Warnings: Slight swearing Summary: A Quidditch victory, an unexpected fight and a late night swim lead Mattheo to question his feelings for Y/n.

The Quidditch pitch echoed with the roars of excitement as the Slytherin team soared through the air, chasing the golden Snitch. Among the spectators, Mattheo Riddle and Y/n L/n cheered alongside their friends Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Theo, and Enzo. The camaraderie within the group was palpable as they basked in the thrill of the game.

As the match reached its climax, Y/n couldn't help but wince discreetly, her feet aching from the hours spent on the cold stone stands. Mattheo, ever observant, noticed her discomfort. With a sly grin, he leaned over and whispered, "Do your feet hurt? Want me to hold your shoes?"

Y/n's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected offer, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Oh, how chivalrous of you, Mattheo. But I think I'll survive."

Mattheo chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Well, if you change your mind, I'm here to rescue your poor feet."

As the Quidditch match concluded with Slytherin emerging victorious, the group descended from the stands, reveling in the triumph. The cheering crowd formed a chaotic sea around them, but in the midst of it all, Mattheo found himself walking beside Y/n.

"You know," he began, casting a sideways glance at her, "I could still carry your shoes if you'd like. A true gentleman's offer, you know."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, "I'll keep that in mind, Riddle. But for now, let's just enjoy the celebration."

Mattheo couldn't help but smile at Y/n's response, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than usual. As they continued through the bustling crowd, Draco, who had been observing the interaction, nudged Mattheo with a knowing smirk.

"Looks like someone's trying to be a hero," Draco teased.

Mattheo scoffed, attempting to play it cool, "Oh, please. I was just being polite. Unlike someone I know."

Draco's smirk widened, "Polite, my ass. You're smitten, Riddle."

Mattheo shot him a glare, but deep down, he couldn't deny the truth in Draco's words. There was something about Y/n that had sparked his interest, a curiosity that went beyond the boundaries of their usual banter.

As the group made their way back to the Slytherin common room, the joyful atmosphere continued. Lorenzo suggested they celebrate with a round of butterbeers, and Pansy eagerly agreed, already planning the evening's festivities.

Mattheo found himself walking alongside Y/n again, their steps in sync as they navigated the crowded corridors of Hogwarts. The air was filled with laughter and the remnants of the victorious cheers, creating a lively backdrop to their conversation.

"Hey, Riddle," Y/n said, her tone softer than usual, "thanks for the offer back there. It's nice to know someone's looking out for my feet."

Mattheo chuckled, "Well, your feet deserve the attention, of course. But, in all seriousness, it was my pleasure. Anything for a friend." Y/n grinned, appreciating the sincerity beneath Mattheo's playful demeanor.

The atmosphere in Hogwarts had shifted from jubilation to tension as the Slytherin group made their way across the clocktower courtyard. Mattheo, still buzzing from the excitement of the Quidditch victory, led the way with a lightness in his step. However, the lingering bitterness from the Gryffindor defeat had cast a shadow over the courtyard.

As Mattheo walked past, a disgruntled Gryffindor, seething with resentment, decided to voice his frustration. "Look who it is, the Slytherin prince himself. I bet he's the reason Gryffindor lost today – probably hexed our Seeker."

Mattheo furrowed his brow but chose to ignore the provocation, continuing on his way. However, the Gryffindor, fueled by the desire to lash out, wasn't finished.

"And what about his little sidekick, L/n? I heard she's got a thing for cursing people too. Slytherin is the house of dark arts and deceit after all."

The words echoed through the courtyard, catching the attention of everyone around, including Mattheo's friends. Pansy, Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Enzo turned to see the source of the commotion, their expressions turning from curiosity to concern.

Mattheo's fists clenched at his sides, his anger bubbling beneath the surface. Before he could control his reaction, he turned sharply to face the Gryffindor, his voice low and menacing, "Watch your mouth."

The Gryffindor, fueled by the satisfaction of getting a rise out of Mattheo, continued his verbal assault. "What's the matter, Riddle? Can't handle the truth about your pretty whore?"

That was the last straw. Mattheo's fury boiled over, and without thinking, he swung a punch at the Gryffindor, connecting with a satisfying thud. The courtyard fell silent for a moment before chaos erupted.

Pansy, Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Enzo rushed towards the brawl, realizing that their friend was in the midst of a confrontation. Y/n, who had been a few steps behind, widened her eyes at the unfolding scene. She quickly caught up, her gaze darting between Mattheo and the Gryffindor.

The Slytherins managed to intervene before the situation escalated further. Draco and Blaise restrained Mattheo, who was still seething with anger, while Theo and Enzo confronted the Gryffindor, pulling him away from the scene.

Y/n, concerned for Mattheo, approached him cautiously. "Mattheo, let it go. We don't need more trouble."

Mattheo took a deep breath, his eyes still blazing with anger. Y/n gently grabbed his hand, leading him away from the crowd. "Come on, let's find somewhere to clean you up."

As they walked away from the courtyard, the Slytherin friends exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that the Gryffindor had potential to cause more trouble than they bargained for. The incident marked a turning point, not just for Mattheo and Y/n, but for the entire Slytherin group as they grappled with the consequences of the unexpected fight.

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With the Gryffindor incident behind them, Y/n led Mattheo to a secluded spot near the lake where they could have some privacy. She set down a small bag containing healing supplies and took a deep breath.

"Sit," she instructed gently, patting a smooth rock beside the water. Mattheo complied, his eyes still clouded with residual anger. Y/n, proficient in magical healing, began tending to the cuts and bruises on his face. 

As she worked, Y/n couldn't help but notice that Mattheo seemed unable to shake off the tension. His jaw was clenched, and his gaze was distant. Concern etched across her face, she finished the healing charm and sat down next to him.

"You need to calm down, Mattheo," Y/n said softly, her eyes searching his. "That Gryffindor was just trying to rile you up. Let it go."

Mattheo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, Y/n, but... I can't stand it when people talk about you like that. It gets under my skin."

Y/n's heart softened at his words. She reached for his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Thank you for defending me. But, next time, let's try not to resort to fists, okay?"

Mattheo nodded, a flicker of a smile appearing on his face. "Yeah, you're right. I just... I couldn't stand by and let him say those things about you."

Feeling a desire to shift the mood, Mattheo looked at Y/n and suggested, "You know what? There's a small lake in a secret cave here in Hogwarts. It's a great place to unwind. Fancy a swim?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A secret cave? Lead the way, Riddle."

The two Slytherins made their way through hidden passages until they reached the enchanted entrance to the cave. The sparkling lake inside beckoned, and without hesitation, they stripped down to their underwear and jumped in.

As they swam in the cool, refreshing waters, the tension from earlier melted away. They began to talk about their dreams and aspirations, sharing their hopes for the future. The conversation flowed easily, and Y/n found herself appreciating the complexity of Mattheo beyond his confident exterior.

After a while, they emerged from the cave, refreshed but shivering in the evening air. Y/n couldn't stop shivering, feeling the chill down to her bones. Mattheo, sensing her discomfort, rushed them back to his dorm.

Once inside, Mattheo handed Y/n one of his shirts. She changed quickly, grateful for the warmth it provided. They sat under the covers of his bed, wrapped in the comforting cocoon of blankets. The air was filled with a gentle warmth as they chatted about everything and nothing.

Y/n glanced at the clock and realized the late hour. "I should go," she said, reluctantly pulling away from the cozy haven.

Mattheo nodded, a soft smile on his face. "Thanks for today, Y/n. And for what it's worth, I'd do it all over again for you."

Y/n smiled back, a warmth settling in her chest. "Goodnight, Mattheo."

As she left the room, Mattheo couldn't help but watch her go, a newfound sense of closeness lingering between them.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains as Mattheo woke up, a sense of calm settling over him. As he stretched, he couldn't help but replay the events of the previous day in his mind. The Quidditch match, the Gryffindor incident, the swim in the secret cave – it all seemed like a vivid dream.

However, a sudden realization hit him like a lightning bolt. The memory of Y/n wearing his shirt, the warmth of their conversation under the covers, lingered in his mind. Mattheo felt a strange mix of emotions, a fluttering in his chest that he couldn't quite comprehend.

A wave of panic washed over him. "Why did I give her my shirt? Why couldn't I just let her wear her own?" he muttered to himself.

His dormitory mates, Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Enzo, who were still lounging in various states of wakefulness, exchanged curious glances. Sensing Mattheo's unease, Draco spoke up, "Alright, Riddle, spill it. What's bothering you?"

Mattheo hesitated for a moment before finally admitting, "I... I think I might like Y/n."

The room fell silent, the gravity of Mattheo's confession sinking in. Blaise broke the silence, "Well, that's not exactly a groundbreaking revelation, mate. You've been practically mooning over her for a while now."

Theo added, "It's not a bad thing, Mattheo. Y/n is great. Just tell her how you feel."

But Mattheo shook his head, his anxiety evident. "No, you don't understand. It would ruin everything. Our friendship, the group’s friendship– I can't risk it."

Draco leaned forward, "Mate, you can't keep avoiding your feelings. If you like her, you need to tell her. Iit might just make everything better."

Enzo chimed in, "And she's not just anyone. She's Y/n. If there's anyone who can handle it maturely, it's her."

Despite their reassurances, Mattheo remained firm in his stance. "I appreciate your concern, but no. I’m not risking it. Let's just forget about this conversation, okay?"

The boys exchanged glances, understanding that Mattheo needed time to process his feelings. They respected his decision for now, but it was clear that the revelation had opened a door to a new chapter, one that Mattheo couldn't ignore for long. 

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The Great Hall was alive with the sounds of chatter and laughter as Y/n and the rest of the Slytherin group sat together for dinner. Pansy, always the entertainer, had everyone in stitches with her witty remarks. Everyone, that is, except Mattheo.

Y/n, ever perceptive, noticed Mattheo's subdued demeanor and nudged him playfully under the table. "Oi, Riddle, did you accidentally drink a Calming Draught instead of pumpkin juice?"

Mattheo cracked a faint smile, appreciating Y/n's attempt to lift his spirits. "Maybe I did. What's it to you, L/n?"

Pansy, overhearing the exchange, chimed in, "Oh, it's a lost cause. He's probably still reeling from that Gryffindor brawl."

The table erupted in laughter, and even Mattheo couldn't help but join in. Y/n leaned in and said, "On a serious note, though, thank you for yesterday. I kind of like fixing you up. It's oddly satisfying."

Mattheo smirked, "You enjoy seeing me battered and bruised, then?"

Y/n chuckled and gave Mattheo a teasing look. "You heard her guys, I guess I have to get into another fight so she can patch me up."

Y/n laughed, "Please don’t. I just like taking care of you. It’s like our own little adventure."

Mattheo couldn't help but smile at her words. As he watched Y/n laugh, a warmth filled his chest, and it suddenly became clear to him. He loved her.

A determination sparked in Mattheo's eyes. He took a deep breath and, feeling the weight of his emotions, decided to lay his cards on the table. "You know, Y/n, I was thinking... maybe we could have some adventures that don't involve me getting into fights."

Y/n looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "What do you have in mind, Riddle?"

Mattheo took another deep breath, his nerves kicking in. "Well, how about a date? You and me, somewhere nice?"

Y/n blinked, caught off guard. The Slytherin group fell silent, realizing that something significant was happening.

After a moment, Y/n burst into laughter. "You? Asking me out on a date? I never thought I'd see the day."

Mattheo couldn't help but grin. "Is that a yes, then?"

Y/n's laughter echoed through the Great Hall as she nodded, "Yes, Mattheo Riddle, that's a yes."

The Slytherin friends erupted into cheers, and even the enchanted ceiling seemed to sparkle with approval. Mattheo and Y/n, amidst the laughter and applause, shared a moment where the boundaries of friendship expanded into the uncharted territory of something more profound. The Great Hall, with its towering walls and enchanted ceiling, witnessed the beginning of a new chapter in the intertwined tales of Mattheo Riddle and Y/n L/n.

[spiderism]

Miguel’s conducting a census on the spider-verse when he lands himself on 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇-𝟐𝟏𝟑𝟕 – has no prior information since this is his initial visit, but on first glance recognizes that this is Nueva York; that usually means that the local superhero is Miguel O’Hara, or at least another variant of him. Only he finds out that here, it’s actually someone named Web-Shot, a souped-up version of his own late wife.

"Cariño." It was easier to say before – when everything was right, when his entire world hadn't collapsed in on itself. Now, the word feels strange. His brain reacts as if no time's passed at all; it takes effort for his mouth to form around each of the vowels and the consonants, though – like a rusted cog forced into service after being made stiff from years of disuse. 

And while you may walk and talk like her, you’re not. He tells himself not to be fooled by the way your face lights up when you see him, by the way your laughter fills the space between the two of you, and by the way you still tell jokes at his expense. 

But then you take the few steps necessary to close the distance to get to him, wrap your arms around his frame like he’s just come home after a long day of being out. It’s all too familiar – your body folding into his, how well the pieces fit together, the softness that he remembers so well; it’s every single inch of his wife that had been catalogued and filed away in the back of his mind for safekeeping – dust-ridden archives that he’d never thought he’d dig up again. You’re a memory in the flesh. 

“Web-Shot, because—”

“You shoot webs. That’s cute,” he says in a dry tone. 

“Alright, then. Let’s hear yours. You got something better?”

“Spider-man. It’s simple. Clean. Rolls off the tongue.”

“Wow, original. Was ‘Daddy Long Legs’ already taken?”

“Oh, you’ve got jokes. I see your sense of humor is consistent.”

“It’s why you fell for me, isn’t it?”

“Among other things,” he murmurs. “Pain in my ass—”

He asks where your Miguel is, needs to know if the two of you are together, but finds out that he died three months ago – fell from a clocktower during a bad fight he wasn’t supposed to be at, snapped his neck clean in half from the tension when you tried to catch him with your webbing and he ricocheted back up from the concrete like a damn bungee cord. The ring was in his pocket; he was supposed to propose that night before everything went to shit. So your time ended with him fast, early. Before you even really got to start your lives together. 

And this other Miguel, the one who shows up in your universe alive (sure) and well (debatable), gives you some insight to his world. His wife was a romantic – an idealist, a dreamer. He’s always been pragmatic – a man of science, an engineer, doing everything within his realm of possibility to make her visions come true. It’s been a long time since he talked about his history and his family: how he proposed, where they had the wedding, his daughter – the way everything was good and perfect until it wasn’t. 

After spending the night with you on the Empire State Building, he realizes how much you’re like his wife. It hits him hard, brings up too many emotions to the surface that he’d been tamping down all these years.

Nothing about any of this is fair. And it’s sad, heartbreaking. Especially—

“I didn’t get to grow old with you.”

“We could’ve had a lifetime together and it still wouldn’t have been enough. You get that, right?”

You convince him to stay. Try to, at least. He can be your Miguel, and it would all be so easy. He can take his retired wedding ring off the chain around his neck and slip it on where it belongs. 

But it’s not possible. He tells you that much – what can happen, the repercussions that ripple out and affect the multiverse web. Because he’s already attempted that – wouldn’t have given up without trying to get you back.

A part of him wants you to say it one last time. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Instead, he gets:

“Every version of me loves every version of you. And even though I haven’t gotten to see it for myself, I know that there’s no universe where that isn’t true.”

Before he leaves, you ask if he thinks there’s any chance the two of you are allowed to be happy, allowed to live normal lives in all of the places he’s seen. 

He tells you that he has: breakfast on the balcony, slow Sunday mornings, and weekend fútbol tourneys with your daughter. This story ends on a good note, but he doesn’t mention that it only exists inside his head.

[siffrinsfrozendreams]

This is my second time trying to make this post. it will probably be as much of a mess as the first draft but oh well.

Rant? Appreciation post? Character analysis? yeah idk what this is but spoilers for Act 5 and Twohats/secret ending ahead

Act 5 Siffrin lives in my head rent free. His break was SO good, and this post is me going off about them. Specifically, this post was brought on by how Siffrin tried to destroy the world, rather than themself.

It is very interesting to me how Siffrin bends and breaks reality and the world in this final loop.

How Loop, in their giving up, took it out on themself, but Siffrin takes it out on the world.

His last loop, their last attempt at breaking out of this eternal hell, because he can't do it again. They're hopeless. They're grasping at any sliver of hope they can, but at this point he can't deny how stupid it is. How pointless this is. How all this effort will likely amount to nothing, and that he's trapped here forever. That nothing will break them out of this.

"I know its stupid, I know its a long shot, but it has to be this!"

This quote from Siff's argument with Loop towards the beginning of Act 5 always stuck with me. Siffrin, this whole time, has always told himself that things are fine. As long as they have a path to follow, they'll be fine. Slowly, we see them struggle with keeping this up, but he always comes back to it.

Not this time.

This time, its all too much. He knows his plan is stupid. They know this won't work. Why would it? But also... what else can he do? What other choices does he have? Being honest with themselves and admitting that this won't work is the same as admitting that he's trapped here forever. That reality is seeping in, but he's still struggling for whatever shreds of hope they can manage. Whatever flicker of light they can see, they'll take it, even if they know the light will go out as soon as he does. Even if he knows it will amount to nothing. He has to.

Then he realizes that Loop knew there was no escape.

Siffrin can't take it. He can't take it, because it means Loop knew this whole time that Siffrin was stuck here forever, that they knew there was no way out of this, and that they were just stinging Siffrin along this entire time.

Siffrin's guide, his helper, the only person/being who knew about the loops, the only reason Siffrin wasn't completely alone this entire time... lied to him. Strung them along. Gave them false hope that they could see a new tomorrow. And it fucking breaks him.

Already grasping for whatever shreds of hope they can, now forced to face the reality that he'll be stuck here forever. Loop lied to him. They can't trust them. So he leaves, and never contacts them again.

Then they return to the Clocktower, only to hear his family talking about him. To hear Odile say that they can't trust him, and none of the others disagree with her.

Siffrin. Is. Alone.

(Which, funnily enough, is the exact opposite of what they wished for.)

The only person who knew about the loops, Siffrin's guide, is a liar and untrustworthy. Siffrin's family doesn't trust them anymore, and are planning to leave him behind.

Siffrin is tired. They're also out of options. So, what else are they supposed to do, aside from the only thing they can at this point? The only thing they've ever known...

They enter the House.

He has to take down the King himself.

His last shred of hope. The last flicker of light before they're plunged into an abyss of despair. Their final attempt at ending this loop, no matter the cost.

Alone.

What else is he supposed to do, who else are they supposed to lash out at, aside from the world itself?

There is nothing left for them here. No one to go back to. Their family hates him, and Loop is untrustworthy. They can't even remember his own blinding country, can't read or speak the language, and can't remember anything about it. Everything he could be holding onto is gone now.

So, he takes his anger and despair out on the world itself. On the House, his eternal prison. On the sky, with stars they don't recognize. On a world, that will forget him and abandon him just like everything else has.

Because, either he breaks out of the loop this time, or there won't be a world to come back to to loop again. Because they can't do it again. Not anymore. They've had enough. What's the point of going on any further? Whats the point of trying to open a door that doesn't even exist?

Its either this, or nothing.

Loop had no one from the very beginning. They were alone for it all. When they gave up, they took it out on themselves. Who else was to blame for their suffering, after all?

Siffrin, however, had Loop. They weren't alone for any of it. As hopeless as they felt, Loop was there to help him. That is, until now, and Siffrin can't handle it. Can't handle the only person whose been supporting him through this knowing that he was trapped here forever from the start.

Of course he'd take out his anger on a Universe that betrayed him. What else would they do?

[biocrafthero]

Imagine if Sif sustained physical effects from how he died in the previous loop. Not just the psychological effects and feeling phantom pains, I mean real, actual pains.

They get crushed by the boulder and his ribs and spine physically ache. He takes some time to stretch until they feel like they can move naturally again.

He slips on the banana in Dormont and wakes up with a stiff neck. Stretching only does so much but he can live with it; it goes away by the time he's slept at the Clocktower and on their way to the House.

One loop, he uses the dagger to save some time. He wakes up gasping for air in the meadow, his mind still foggy and their hands shaking.

They party gets defeated by a sadness or the King and he swears they can still feel the injuries they sustained in battle. His skin itches relentlessly.

Waking up from using a tear is easiest, he just feels like sleeping for another hour. His movements feel a bit slow for the next few minutes, though...

Eating the pineapple slice just leaves him struggling for air again, his throat still feeling like it's closed. It only takes a moment for them to breathe again, but it's slight—his mouth still burns with that spicy sensation. Food tastes weird for the next few hours and swallowing is harder.

He says the name of the Island. They wake up and proceed to cough up a speck of blood. The shade of the droplet is visceral, but when he blinks it's back to being lightless. His vision spins, but he manages to compose himself for the rest of the loop.

The only truly painless way to loop is to talk to the Head Housemaiden. Siffrin's throat feels like it's coated in sugar.

[yuurei20]

Hello! I know all the students at NRC use the dark mirror for going certain places during events and going back home on holidays. However, is there any instances where they mention how they get back to NRC? I do know both Ace and Deuce came back on boat and bus but is that the same for everyone? can they cast portals to come back through the mirror?

Also, thank you for all the hard work you put into this blog!♥️

Hello hello!! Thank you so much for this question, you are too kind! ^^♡

On the subject of transporting to NRC from outside of NRC, these are the only two references I have been able to find: Halloween and Book 4!

Ace says that they had to take public transportation back to the school in Book 4 because "the mirror gate wasn't open," and in Halloween he says, "the school mirrors let us go home and back instantly for holidays and stuff," but I am not sure we have heard anything about logistics!

During Spectral Soiree Leona explains that mirrors are often used in magical artifacts, listing the examples of the Dark Mirror, the Hall of Mirrors, and the viewglasses. We know that the viewglasses require at least two mirrors to work, and Malleus transports the students via the Dark Mirror using the mirror that is the disco ball.

This makes it sounds as though maybe a mirror should be required for returning to NRC, much in the same way that a mirror is required for leaving it, but the students tend to appear in curious places for mirrors to be:

They show up just outside an abandoned cottage in the prologue and for Vargas Camp, and on what appears to be the outskirts of Epel's village for the Harveston event.

They then appear in the middle of city centers for Firelit Sky, White Rabbit, Tapis Rouge and Tamashina, while they step directly into a lecture hall at Noble Bell College.

Is it possible that all those city centers, the outskirts of Harveston, the outside of that abandoned cottage and the lecture hall all have a mirror set up specifically for mirror-based transportation?

It might not be impossible!

The Dark Mirror is "one of Night Raven College's most prized magical artifacts," requiring Crowley's permission to use.

Being so well guarded, setting up similar mirrors in public spaces might be unlikely, but it seems that the Dark Mirror is special (according to Vargas), doing more things than teleportation.

Maybe the mirrors in places like the woods and Clocktower Square (assuming they exist) are more generic?

I found a recent Twst Soku thread on this same topic, where some interesting points were made!

In the first novel a ghost tells Yuuya that "high-quality mirrors can be used for transportation." So maybe any mirror at all will do, so long as it is of a certain quality?

If that is the case, it would explain why the students appeared where they did in Firelit Sky, Harveston, etc.: they were the most convenient locations for Kalim and Jamil to introduce the city, for Epel to show off his village's orchards, etc., but maybe they could've teleported directly into their own bedrooms if they'd chosen to?

But that introduces a different question:

Jade, Floyd and Azul do not go home in Book 4 because of ice floes that make travel difficult--but why do they need to travel at all? Do they live an inconveniently far distance from the local transportation-mirror?

If any mirror can be used, does this mean that they do not have mirrors at home? We know that underwater-mirror-travel is possible because of Book 3, where characters go to both Octavinelle dorm and the Coral Sea via mirror.

Things might still be vague as of this post, but it is almost conspicuous how the game, manga and novel have all expertly avoided answering this question 👀

Commenters in the Twstsoku thread above generally seem to agree that it might be something of a bus-stop situation, with public mirrors that can access NRC during pre-determined time slots, but I do not think anything is official at this time!

Looking forward to an answer one day :>

[flusteredmoonn]

timless; remus lupin

summary: "you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless," in which their paths in life were always destined to meet, regardless of circumstance.

tags: (SFW), angsty, fluffy, post hogwarts aspects, fast paced, jumps through various points in time and timelines,, semi au?, canon divergence, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 1.2k+

speak now tracklist. request.

their shoulders were touching as they sat together in transfiguration, looking over the textbook inbetween them whilst mcgonagall explained some elaborate concept. behind them sat sirius and james, who incessantly threw animated pieces of parchment at the pair, making fun of their relationship.

y/n whipped around at them both, scowling, before turning back round and smiling at remus who laughed at his friends and continued to scrawl notes.

"your friends are ridiculous," she giggled quietly, as not to draw the professor's attention.

"they're your friends too," the boy smirked, reaching his hand up and ruffling the hair at the top of her head, to which she pushed his shoulder gently. "perhaps, but they indoctrinated you first," he expression didn't falter with her quip.

"touché."

before they knew it, the bell in the old clocktower rung out through the school and the class was ordered to gather their belongings. remus and y/n had taken their time, ignoring the hollering of their friends and taking their time in one another's company. both slung their book bags on their shoulders.

joyous gasps of laughter filled the atmosphere as they linked hands, swinging them together whilst walking to their next class. she couldn't help herself from cracking cheesy jokes to the boy about anything she saw. the simplicity of it warmed remus' chest, never imagining to feel so much lust toward one singular person.

the two had met in their third year in the library. remus had rushed there after having a fall out with his friends, their discovery of his condition only angering him as they offered pointless sympathy and offers in search of a solution. he had left to the library to find some quiet, and maybe even try to find one of the upcoming required reading books.

though sanctuary was not found in the library as it appeared nearly every other student at the school had decided to utilise the library at that exact same moment. frustratingly, he couldn't find any of the books he had been in search of either, and so he settled for a fictional book written by a wizard who speculated on the lives of muggles. and after settling for the book, the only available seat had been next to a girl he had recognised from his year, though he couldn't recall her name.

hesitantly, he walked over, asking for the seat. and eventually both their books were discarded and they had gotten to quietly talking as to not disturb madame pince, who despite her youth was a very angry lady. they had come to realise they were both very much alike, and hadn't separated since.

it was unimaginable to see how such a fitted match had found one another in their lifetime.

rain pelted down on the awning above the window of the bookshop. the bell to the shop rung out as remus pushed the door open. he wiped his feet on the bristled mat on the floor and shook out his umbrella before placing it on the rack.

y/n, the owner of the bookshop, peaked her head out from around the corner to greet whoever had entered her shop, a friendly smile on her face. although, upon seeing remus, she hesitated. unsure why, she had recognised him from somewhere. though she quickly shook her curiosity away and greeted the familiar man with her best customer service smile.

"it's miserable out, isn't it?" she said as she moved from the back of the shop to behind the register to organise paperwork.

"hm? oh yeah, its horrid outside," the man smiled at her, before resuming his search amongst the shelves. the shopkeeper smiled to herself before looking back to her paperwork. as she worked, remus glanced back toward her, turning to grab the first book he saw and approaching her.

"hey, whatd'ya think of this one?" he held the text up so she could read the title.

"uhmm, from what i can remember, it was a very intriguing read, though it isn't for everyone i'd say," she smiled, her service voice still in full swing, as a clap of thunder sounded shakily outside, the awning aggressively thumping against the window. smiling at her, remus turned the book over so that he could skim the blurb, though he had already read the book before, he wanted it to seem like the information was new to him from her response.

"would you like some tea...." she prompted for his name.

"remus" he smiled.

"would you like some tea, remus?"

the sound of cars honking along the busy streets of london ricocheted through the office. the clacking of the keyboards blended in with the chatter amongst the space, men in suits leaving meeting rooms as important people to the company made their way in and out of the building.

but, in a quiet corner of the space, remus and y/n sat in adjacent cubicles sending post-it note paper aeroplanes with crude messages on them, looking up from their desks in time to see the reaction has. giggles swarmed the atmosphere as their higher ups walked through the maze of cubicles, passing them both without any idea of what they were doing.

they had seen people be warned in the past, by human resources about what had been labelled as 'office romances' and how it was now considered a case of strictly romeo and juliet. not that either of them were in any sort of position to consider getting into a career jeopardising relationship. they were both in their early twenties, it wasn't a smart move. but they were in their early twenties, so the thrill of having something so hidden was insurmountable.

their dynamic worked. but they were never as secretive as they had thought they were. and naturally everyone in the office knew. at least everyone who didn't have the power to reprimand them.

eventually, remus' lunch break rolled around, being staggered half an hour before y/n and so the girl finally got around to do the work she was being paid to do. her fingers danced across the keys as she typed various statistical sentences and read over reports as footsteps echoing on the carpet approached her.

"y/n!" remus spoke as he adjusted his tie. "hey, rem," she looked up from the screen briefly to smile at the boy, "how was your break?"

"yeah, not bad.... lonely, though," he spoke with a coy smile.

"oh no? was no one else on break at the same time as you?" she questioned, the pause in her work became longer as she looked back to him, resting her chin in her hand.

"they were, but none of them were you," he leant down on the dividers between the offices, a self assured smile now gracing his face. y/n moved her hands to cover her face, "you're so silly, remus," a small laugh left her lips.

"what do you mean?" he stood back up, amusement evident.

"you're just such a flirt, this isn't allowed," she stated plainly, removing her hands from in front of her face and smiling up at him as he just shrugged.

"well, maybe getting in trouble would be worth it,"

[cq-studios]

Do you have any screenshots of your favorite details from KHUX?

HAHAHAHAHA, yeah I do

Gonna just drop a read more here 'cause if y'all know me at all you know this post is probably gonna be 10KM long lol

So, I'm gonna try to hold myself back a little because I literally have like 10 pages of notes about specifically stuff in the backgrounds and I doubt the internet will find my bench and lamppost count interesting. (Also image limit lol)

I'll list just 4 things for now (in no particular order) and talk about them a bit underneath.

NUMBER 1 || STREET SIGNS

So there are four street signs that we’ve seen in Daybreak Town. Two are in the Fountain Square (A and B), one is in the Marketplace (C), and one is in the Clocktower Outskirts map (D).

For B and D it’s pretty easy to figure out what the represent. B is a clock, probably representing the Clock Tower… or maybe the best place to see the Clocktower because it’s in Fountain Square. The overall shape of it is different from the rest of the signs so I imagine that means something. D is a gondola or canoe of some sort, which makes sense because it’s next to stairs that seemingly lead to the canal that runs through town. Maybe there’s a ferry system of some sort?

A and C I’m less sure about. The designs don’t really bring anything obvious to mind. Maybe C is Munny because it leads to the Marketplace? I’m not sure.

NUMBER 3 || DOOR UNDER FOUNTAIN SQUARE

See what makes this interesting to me isn’t just the fact that apparently Fountain Square is hollow underneath (maybe for pipe repairs or something, I don’t know) but just the general fact that a lot of structures in this town, that maybe shouldn’t be, are hollow.

If you look even some archways have windows, so there has to be an open space inside, right? Most of them seem at least connected to houses so I assume they’re basements or something. (The one by murder house gets me tho, like that’s right under the bridge. Who’s living right under the bridge)

And I also feel like this leads into the fact that, similarly but not as extreme as in Scala, Daybreak Town is kinda built on top of itself. Maybe that’s a symptom of being around so many (and possibly on) mountains but I still feel like it should be talked about more.

NUMBER 4 || LIGHTHOUSE INTERIOR MAP

There is so much to unpack here but I’ll try to keep it brief.

So I’m pretty sure this is one of, if not the oldest building in Daybreak Town. Two reasons.

1. Instead of having little wall lamps, like the rest of the town and buildings, all the light seems to come from mounted candles.

2. There are swords (A) on the walls and not Keyblades. Why would the Keyblade town not have Keyblades on its little shield emblem? Is it possibly because it was there before Keyblades?

This staircase here (B) is also the only known (not sewer drain) way into the waterways. It leads into the sewers then out to the little dock below the Lighthouse with the boat, hence the sign.

There’s these maps here (C) that I don’t really know what to say about, but is definitely worth pointing out. They’re all the same and I assume show the layout of the area surrounding the town (the darker parts being water). It could be a world map though (darker part being continents)… I don’t think we’ll ever really learn lol

And also I don’t know what this is (D) but I think it’s interesting that it has writing on it. It kinda gives me the vibe of those flat on the ground gravestones…

NUMBER 5 || BANNER

Daybreak Town actually has a flag it’s all over the place and you’ll start to see it everywhere if you look for it. They also kind of look like the banners in Radiant Garden. The colours and shape/mounting are the same but the designs on the flag itself (and mounting) is different.

I have no clue what that implies, if anything, but I figure it’s worth pointing out ‘cause it’s interesting.