#this could be angst

[writingattemptsxx]

Claws and Fangs; Tentecals and Ink; Together a Deal

Jade was shunned by all and just wanted to curl up and cry, but a weird octopus changed that.

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The octotrio is fun to write for and imagining what kid them would be like is even better.

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Tw: Quick mention of blood

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These halls felt cold. They were probably physically cold. Rock and shell walls underwater in the north couldn’t be warm, but they felt more emotionally cold and intimidating. They were the walls that housed the truly scary things.

Jade had never been the one to go out of his way to talk to people. That was his twin brother, Floyd. He was the one who clung to his parents and didn't want to leave their side. He was in middle school now, so he was at least used to being on his own, even in a crowded school. But, it didn't mean he liked it. Even worse, the ones he was supposed to interact with, to build friendships with, painted him as a monster purely because he existed.

Both he and Floyd were overly familiar with the whispers. “Look at their teeth.” “Their claws will rip you to shreds.” “They can dart after you in seconds. They'll get you before you know it.” “I think one of them looked at me! Am I going to die?”

They even changed their approach depending on which brother they were gossiping about. Floyd, the curious and hyper one, was said to be someone who would chase down any prey and show off his teeth just to mess with it. On the other hand, Jade, the anxious wallflower, was painted as a manipulator who was always scheming in the shadows.

Right now he just wanted to find his brother. Floyd always swam away the second classes were out, finding something new to look at or mess with. Even just yesterday, he darted off to mess with some shells he found. And all of that would be fine if he didn't leave Jade alone with these disguised sharks. He was going to cry if he couldn't find him soon.

“Where are you?” His voice was already wobbling. It wasn't until he turned a bend that he ran into Floyd, literally.

“Hey!” Floyd turned around. “Oh, hi Jade.” After recognizing Jade, he turned back around, paying him absolutely no mind. Instead, he peered back into a random classroom and stayed mostly hidden by the wall. He seemed so interested, which wasn't new, as if he didn't know his very own twin was anxiously scouring the whole school for him. Knowing him, he probably genuinely didn't know any of that.

“What are you looking at?”

“Some kid in here. He looks cool. Usin’ all his arm… limbs? What do you call them again? Whatever. He's using them to look and write at like a hundred things at once!”

Jade followed his example and peered into the room through the gap of an entrance. It was another mer their age. If memory serves, he was in their class going back a few years. He was an octopus merfolk all alone in the room. He was sitting mostly turned away from the door and to a round stone desk. He was inside some sort of pot or cauldron with a lid settled next to it. All his tentacles were just spilling out of the pot bushing themselves writing, just as his hands were.

His hands were leaning a stone slate on the edge of his desk to write on. Each of his tentacles were also scrawling out something on different slates and even some parchments, most of them were on the desk, but some had to be placed on the floor likely to prevent things from getting in the way of each other. He was scratching notes into the stone with hard fish bones as well as using what looked like octopus ink and thin bones to scribble on the parchment.

How did he even get those? The stone slates and fish bones were used often enough underwater, especially in school, but the others were shocking. Ink could be expensive with how hard it was to get usable stuff from anything that made it. Paper and parchment could be even worse with how much work went into making it waterproof and writable.

Jade was studying the unaccompanied mystery until he realized his brother was lazily swimming toward him. “Floyd!” He was trying to keep hidden and quiet as to not draw attention, but he didn't want to be alone again, so he quickly swam after him.

“Where’d you get this?” Floyd suddenly grabbed the ink pot. The octopus jumped back and Jade wanted to die on the spot.

“What?! Give that back!” He reached out with his arms and tentacles only for Floyd to dodge every attempt.

“This stuff’s expensive, so where'd you get it? Did you make it? Octos can do that, right?”

“No?! I bought it. But anyway, it's mine! Give it back!” The octopus sounded like he was fuming. At least if he attacked Floyd, Jade would have time to escape.

Jade tried to sneak around to check the notes. He might not be as adventurous as his brother, but some curiosities screamed to be answered. The second he touched one of the stone tablets, a hand swatted his away. “You too. Stop messing with my stuff!” Instantly being scared off by Mr. Octo, he swam behind his brother.

Now he was staring straight at both of the twins. After getting a better look at him, he had quite an interesting look. He was mostly black except for his chin and up which was an ashen gray. His eyes were a striking blue that looked as if they would scare you away from him alone. His hair was a shining silver coming down to his ears except for one lock on his left side that curled down to his chin. He was round and looked squishy and soft. Even his cheeks were puffy as they kept in black ink-filled tears seconds away from being shed.

“Just give it back! I'm not going to do anything ‘funny’! I'm not your little twerp to mess with!” His voice was shaking and he sounded like he was holding back a gasp for air. As he slid further into his pot, one of his tentacles suckered onto the lid and started to lift it.

“What?”Floyd was probably starting to panic with how he reached back for Jade. It seemed neither of them knew what to do and what he was on about. “I just asked where you got this. I didn't say any of that.”

Octo paused for a second, his eyes just above the entrance. His voice even echoed into the pot. “I know what you're thinking. You aren't unique picking on me.”

“Sevens, ... I'm sorry?… I didn't wanna make you cry…” Floyd lightly put down the ink in front of the pot and started to slowly inch away.

Jade couldn’t help but feel bad as he also inched away. He was going to cry, himself, about a minute ago, and from the sound of his rant, it seemed like they had the same culprit as to why. Both bullies and Floyd.

Jade made it about halfway to the door and Floyd a bit closer to the door, before the hideaway octopus spoke up. “If you weren't here to mess with the ‘octo-twerp’, what were you doing?” His eyes were still just above the pot entrance and he looked like he was going to kill them both with his stare alone. He didn't trust either of them an inch.

“You just looked cool… I'm sorry I messed with you. Didn' want you to cry or anythin’, just… I can leave…”

“I looked cool? I want to know why you stole my ink then. You, yourself, said it was expensive.”

“Yeah. Cool, neat, that stuff. Seeing you write all that at once seemed interesting. I stole it to mess with you, sure, but I just wanted your attention. I planned on givin’ it back.”

Mr. Octo’s eyes marginally softened and he rose from the pot ever so slightly. “Just don't steal my stuff. Who even are you?”

“I’m Floyd.” Floyd swam up to Jade and put his hand on his head. “And this is Jade. He's kinda shy, so he doesn't talk a lot.”

What? How dare Floyd speak for him? With a pout, Jade tried to whack Floyd’s arm away.

The hidden octopus gave a small chuckle as he rose to rest his arms on the pot rim. “I’m Azul.”

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Jade silently snuck through the halls and right before he turned to the corner to the unused classroom Azul stole to make a study, he flipped the direction of his black hair strand.

Both he and Floyd were almost identical. If you weren't paying attention, you might confuse them, but at least they thought it was obvious who was who. They looked like mirror images of each other. Their bodies had mostly blueish-green skin except for lighter bits on their chest and head and darker bits as their fins and stripes that scattered around their body. They also both had ear-length turquoise hair, sharp facial features, and a long eel body with a tail about two-thirds their total length. Their easiest-to-notice difference was that Floyd had a golden eye and a long black lock of hair on his right while Jade had the same on his left.

He turned right into Azul’s room and snuck behind him. He waited one more moment as the other was distracted with a few pages and stones. With a jump, he covered Azul’s eyes, even tilting his head so his newly placed hair would be felt.

Azul didn't even waste a second before placing his hands over Jade’s. “Hello, Jade.”

Jade gave a pout as he swam to the other side of Azul’s stone desk, lowered himself to eye level, and gave him a very unhappy glare as he fixed his hair.

“Don’t look at me like that, you sore loser. If I was genuinely Floyd, I would have heard him.” The three of them had only been talking for a month or two, yet Azul could read them almost exactly. His eyes still read of distrust, but he never did anything to show that and talked to them pretty well. Even so, Jade had a hard time getting past Azul’s suspicion and hasn't said much, mostly communicating with body movement or through Floyd. What he's said verbally could probably be counted on one hand.

“Where’s Floyd?” Jade gave a small shrug making Azul sigh as he turned his attention back to whatever he was doing before. “If he barges in here shouting or touches my stuff again, I'm going to kick him back out. I need some peace.”

Jade looked over all of his things and noticed that amid his usual marked beige parchments was a mostly clean golden one. It had barely any writing on it and what was there looked intentionally placed, as if there was a pattern he was following. There was even a very slight glow to it. It was placed right in front of him and any added writing was made by a fish skeleton dipped in ink. Jade gave a small point to the new thing.

“This? It's just something I'm working on. I’m-”

“-Guess what!” As predicted Floyd came bursting in shouting. He held up a small red crab, held by a grip on its pincers. “I found something!”

“Floyd! Can you come in here without belting at the top of your lungs?!” Azul put down the skeleton in his hand, folded his arms, and gave the boisterous intruder a grimace.

“It's a crab!” He bolted and stopped right in front of Azul’s face. “Look!”

“I see it?…”

Floyd shook the crab before placing it on the far side of the room. He immediately swam back to them and pointed at it. “Crab! Imma call it…” He paused for a second. “Snappy!”

Jade lazily floated over to his twin and gave a similarly lazy smile. He waited for a second before bringing Floyd a headlock and giving him a noogie with a pointed grin. It earned him noisy protests.

“Look at the ink-spewer and his monster guards!” The trio looked over to see a group of roughly five mers, some from the grade above. They all look like the stereotypical mer. The kind you'd see everywhere. Fish-like tails of various bright colors. Similar colors scattered their hair as well. Even their skin had varied shades from pale peach to a deep brown. The one who specifically spoke had a purple tail and hair with tan skin and freckles littered on his face and shoulders.

If you were to ask a young Jade, there wouldn't have been any difference between them. They looked different, sure, the others even looked different from each other, but they were all mers, but now it was quite obvious. They were the standard and the trio were animalistic monsters with their claws, fangs, tentacles, and ink.

The second Jade loosened his grip on Floyd, Floyd darted to the middle of the room, putting his arms out to cover Jade and Azul. Jade, on the other hand, swam to hide behind the pot with Azul ducking deeper inside it with a tentacle lifting the lid. “Just shut up! We weren't doing anything to you!”

“Aww, not anything? Doesn't that defeat your whole purpose?”

Azul was almost completely hidden by now, the lid was over the top of the pot, but was tilted slightly up so he could just see outside. “Just ignore them, Floyd.”

This time another mer came forward. He had light brown skin, dark blue hair, and a green tail. “Aww does the crybaby wanna curl away in his pot? Are you going to stain it with ink?”

“SHUT UP!” Floyd was mad. His tail flocked from side to side as his shoulders rose up and down with each attempt at a deep breath. Even Jade was starting to get upset. If he didn't think Floyd would snap soon, he might snap himself.

“What? Does it upset you that we call a crybaby a crybaby?” The first met to speak swam up in front of Floyd, intentionally invading his space. With that, a slap came down, hitting him in the face.

“That’s it! You wanna see claws?! You’ll get claws!” Floyd lurched forward and Jade instinctively closed his eyes and Azul closed the lid to his pot.

The next thing he knew was screams and the iron-rich scent of blood diffusing through the water of the room.

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Both Floyd and Jade got in trouble. Despite Azul specifically saying Floyd’s name, apparently, ‘someone could have been lying and it could have been either one of them’. Jade wasn't even shocked. It's not like he didn't notice even adults looked at his fangs and claws before his eyes.

Luckily, it came to light that they were bullying Azul and it was self-defense, so with the anger of both their and Azul’s parents, they got off with only being suspended for a bit. Jade and Floyd were going to mention they were bullied as well, but the mess was already too big. They already wanted to hide away. They didn't need more attention on them.

Today was finally their first day back after being doted on by their parents. Mom and Dad weren't happy Floyd attacked another, and they certainly weren't happy that Jade got punished for doing nothing, but they were proud that they stood up for someone else and were worried about them being attacked first.

They went back to school expecting it to be mostly normal, except for more fear and rumors around then. That was true, but there was something else that was swirling around too. Gossip that was different from the usual rumors around the eel twins.

The entire day they heard whispers of many people's skills going missing as they gained something else. Someone gaining a girlfriend but losing their smooth voice. Another gaining a smooth voice but losing their speed in the water. Multiple similar events had gossip swirling.

Both Jade and Floyd were discussing the rumors as they were passing by Azul’s room, and before they even looked inside, something wrapped around them and pulled them inside. The next thing Jade knew, they were both in a big hug.

“Are you two ok? Especially you, Floyd?”

“Wha-” Jade was extremely confused. Confused enough to try pulling away to look Azul in the eyes, but he was squashed back into Azul’s chest with double the strength. He tried to mumble something into his chest, but even he could barely understand himself.

“Azul! Too much!” Finally, at Floyd's words, they were both let go, allowing them to take a second to take in some breaths again.

“Sorry…” Azul’s voice was small and he even shrunk back slightly. He had ink-filled tears diffusing into the water around him. “You two got in trouble because of me. I'm so sorry.” He was barely able to sob out his words, gasping for air every other second.

Floyd went up to him and roughly gave Azul’s hair a rub, completely messing it up. “Nah, they were just stupid. Couldn't have done anything to me.”

Azul looked at Jade. He had the same puffy eyes as the first time Jade saw him tear up, but it was missing something. He couldn't find the distrust in his gaze. It made him feel oddly fuzzy. Jade was barely able to utter anything, and even when he did, his voice was still small and barely audible. “I’m fine. I didn't even fight.”

Suddenly Azul’s eyes widened and he took in a gasp. “Oh, right! Jade, you remember that golden paper?” Jade gave a nod. “I finished working on it!” He opened his hands in the space between all of them, and a glowing golden scroll was summoned. “I call it ���It’s a Deal’! I can trade anything I have or can get, magical or not, for the same with someone else! All we have to do is agree on the terms and have them sign on the bottom line. With this, all three of us can be everything we wanted. I don't have to be a loser crybaby and you don't have to be feared monsters.”

All of that could come from this scroll? They could all have what they wanted? Jade looked back at Azul who looked practically beaming. “Really?” His voice was still small, but it grew with hope as the fuzzy feeling in his heart grew.

“Absolutely! I can give us all exactly what we wanted, all I need is your backup. It may not be easy and we might even need to play into some things, but at the end of it all, we’ll have what we hoped for and more.”

“I’ll do it.” Floyd brought attention back to him as he gave firm words.

“Do what?” Azul looked completely confused scanning Floyd's face for some hint.

“Your deal thingy. I'll do it.”

“You don't have-” Azul paused for a second. He took a deep breath. “No. Let's do it.” The golden page’s glow suddenly got brighter as the words started to rewrite themselves to say exactly what they talked about. In exchange for not attacking Azul or leaving his side for another, they were to be given a share equal to Azul’s and stay his right hands, him never choosing another before them. Once the words stopped two fish skeletons, already ink-dipped, were summoned. One in front of Jade and the other in front of Floyd.

Neither of them wasted a second. They both scrawled out their names on the bottom lines. Floyd Leech. Jade Leech. The skeletons suddenly disappeared and the contract curled up as Azul grabbed it. “It’s a Deal!”

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“Jade?… Jade!” Azul’s voice shocks him back to the present. “Are you ok? You aren't one to daydream while doing work.”

Looking at the desk in front of him, Azul’s right, he is supposed to be working. The log book for Monstro Lounge is sprawled out on the desk in front of him. To his left is Azul sitting at his mahogany VIP room desk and in front of him is Floyd sleeping and taking up the whole couch. Jade himself was sitting on one of the chairs for the glass table with a marble rim they nicknamed the ‘deal table’.

“Sadly, no, I am not, Azul. I am horribly bored. I might as well just leave. The exam and thus the results are way too far away.” Jade is giving his fake customer service smile, something he knows Azul can see right through. They just made a bunch of deals for students not willing to truthfully attempt the exam, and they need to wait for the results to come back to have their fun with those not able to hold their end of the bargain. Some part of him wonders if any of them will actually succeed, the question is just screaming for him to find the answer.

“You can't walk out! That's a complete violation of your contract! Also, the exam is two days away, with the results about three days later. You can wait.” Azul’s flustered face will never not be funny. It‘s a nice return to who Jade originally met, that emotional octopus. He has been a bit overzealous in his work and contracts recently. He needs to relax a bit.

“If you look back at it, it is not in contract violation. My side of the contract is to not attack you or turn on you for another, not that I have to stay and do grunt work.” With that, Jade earns a small huff from Azul. Who mumbles under his breath before returning to his work and silence with Jade doing the same.

After a few minutes of sulking, Azul looks back up at him. “You two are extremely stressful, you know that.” Azul sighs. “Don't answer. I am well aware you do it on purpose. I swear I might be the next to overblot. There have already been two.”

Hearing that, Jade also looks up, giving Azul an upset glare.

“It was merely a joke. I have enough control to prevent that.”

[marsontherocks]

Rodolfo Parra who meets this guy, and they get on like a house on fire. Suddenly Rudy doesn't take those extra work days because he has more plans now, and he finds himself spending more time with you than he does with anyone else.

He finds himself thinking and talking about you a lot. Overthinking his outfits before doing anything with you. Alejandro starts to tease him about it, jokingly says you're his boyfriend. Rudy who rolls his eyes, but now he can't stop thinking about if you were his boyfriend. So when you're out getting lunch together one day, he takes the risk of asking you out and of course you say yes.

Now Rudy really can't stop thinking about you. Wondering what you're up to, what you're doing, if you're also thinking about him(100% you are, i mean HELLO!?).

He wants you to meet his friends(including Ale ofc) one night, but he has to reschedule because now he and Ale are caught up dealing with a few of El Sin Nombres men :(

But he doesn't have to worry about delaying you meeting Alejandro anymore! Because Alejandro just brought you in with a few other of Valeria's men :D!

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[ktkat99]

Jason comes back from the dead and, as he's still a bit out of it, heads to the manor.

Crawling straight up through six feet of compacted earth is hard, especially after waking up suddenly in a coffin, so after he makes it inside, he sits down to rest on the couch.

And immediately falls asleep.

Hours later, Bruce returns home to find Jason's body, covered in dirt, dug up from the grave and left on his couch.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Afton kids deserved better in FNAF..

[smallpapers]

Why does nobody but you, know a shortcut, a sure shot? I forgot how it ought to feel I don't know what to do It's a whole lot to hold back, you know that Cupid shoots to kill

[paintedcrows]

Holiday Classics

Been thinking about Ford watching the 70s Animated Lord of the Rings Movies... (companion comic to this post!)

[bunnieswithknives]

As much as I love angst I think it would be funny if he just didnt give af

[sadagios]

double victory, was it? (it doesn't feel like one)

i saw a post about 3L!Grian meeting SL!Scar, but since SL!scar never died i figured he can't see any of the winners nor join them before the next session, and they appear before him as shadows. also, i thought 3L!Grian would be really happy to see a scenario where scar didnt die by his hand and actually won.

❀ bonus sketch ☘

[mobius-m-mobius]

#the Nowhere Man who waits and the God of Stories who watches

[writingattemptsxx]

Finn in Twisted Wonderland

Chapter 1: Arriving Crying and Scared

A school full of teenagers and staff, but what happens if instead of a normal student being teleported, a five-year-old comes along? Along with Grim breaking in to join him of course.

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This took forever to complete, and I've had the line out forever. I hope you like that, and feel free to mention feedback and/or what you want to see next (if anything at all).

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Next chapter here

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Finally, he was in. Grim spent so long getting snubbed by some stupid black carriage, but he’s The Great Grim, he doesn’t need the carriage. He can just come in. That’s just how great he is.

Grim searches the room of floating coffins only for a few seconds before one catches his eye. It was only one and it was on the floor. The others were floating around the room except this one. Why? Grim couldn’t care less. He just needed the outfit, then he would be in.

He rushed over to the coffin and gripped the lid. Then he pulled. Then he pulled. Then he pulled. But, it wouldn’t open. “UGH! How dare you deny The Great Grim?! Come on! I need that outfit before someone spots me!” He pulled harder, but it still wouldn't budge. Finally, he decided to use every ounce of strength in him, including his magic. “Try this on for size! Mya-ha!”

The lid flew open! Awesome! But someone was sleeping in the coffin, only moving in discomfort from the heat of the flames. Less awesome. The first thing that struck Grim as odd was his size. He looked small like a child. Was he one? The robes he was wearing were even a bit too big. It looked way smaller than what would fit an average person, but it was still a bit too big. No. No way! He could just be a fey, right? Like a dwarf. Grim heard they were small, yeah? But when he looked closer at the sleeping thing, he looked nothing like fey. No pointed ears, no fangs, and no horns. Absolutely nothing. Fey usually had some distinctive features, so was he actually a kid?! All he had was light skin with small freckles on his cheeks and nose and fluffy and messy light-brown hair.

Grim was shocked and jumped back as the kid started to stir. “A little bit longer? Please?”

He snapped back to reality at the kid’s whining.

“No can do! Now give me those robes!”

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There was some noise going around? Possibly someone talking, but it was incredibly muffled. Though they sounded angry. Finn got a bit anxious and curled up. His blanket felt odd. It felt silky and not fluffy. He didn’t want a new blanket! Could he have his back? And his pillow was gone too! He's been sleeping on his arm, and it was starting to feel fuzzy.

As he was thinking the voice suddenly became clear and everything became hot. “Try this on for size! Mya-ha!” Finn tried to shift away from the heat radiating from mainly at his feet and slightly above him while fighting for sleep. It was hot! Too hot!

Finn heard someone jump back. Was Nanny scared? Why? Then it felt like someone was burning a hole in his side. Finn tried to ignore it, but it felt like he ignored it for days, and it didn't stop. He only ignored it for a few minutes, but it felt like days, no years. Finn decided to say something, maybe then Nanny would let him sleep. None of the birds were singing. It couldn't be morning.

“A little bit longer? Please?” He was too tired. He wanted to sleep.

“No can do! Now give me those robes!” Wait. That didn't sound like Nanny. The voice was raspy but high-pitched. Nothing like his sweet and soft Nanny’s voice. Finn slightly opened his eyes only to find himself somewhere completely unknown. His eyes opened wider, and he sat up to marvel at the room as things had yet to set in. Things were floating! Floating! So cool!

“Hey! Over here! Don't cha dare ignore me!” Finn looked at the noise. It was the same voice as before. When he looked, he noticed it was a kitty!

“Kitty!” Finn hastily got on his knees and reached for the cat.

“Who’re you calling a “kitty”? I'm not a cat, much less a “kitty”! I'm The Great Grim and you better respect that!” Finn was in awe. The kitty could talk! On closer inspection, he had cool flamey ears and a cool pokey tail. He stood up, stepped out of the coffin, and just looked at ‘The Great Grim’ for a few seconds.

“Grim kitty.” Finn had no expression and said it so matter-of-factly.

“I told you I'm not a kitty!” As Grim yelled, fire spread across the room. Maybe it was the fire and the heat coming off it, or maybe it was the yelling and the loud anger emanating from it, or maybe it was something else, but something finally got everything to set in. Finn was somewhere unknown. He was alone. On top of that, there's a mad fire-y cat in front of him, who was only getting angrier by the minute. Tears started to prick in his eyes, and they were only getting harder to hold.

“That’s right! I'm Grim, The Great Grim, not some kitty! Be afraid and finally recognize my magnificence! Just give me that robe you're warrin’”

Tears started to fall, and Finn started to sob. Finn’s hands found his face trying to wipe away the tears pouring down. “I want Nanny! I wanna go home! Let me go home!”

“Just give me those robes!” Grim shot a fireball in Finn’s general direction, though far enough away that he obviously wasn't aiming. But, aiming or not, Finn was scared, and he ran out of the room.

Finn ran and ran. He didn't know where he was going other than away. He was scared. He wanted home. He wanted Nanny. His Nanny. It didn't help that the flaming Grim-cat was following him. Grim was shooting fireballs in Finn’s direction, though intentionally missing, and demanding Finn give up his robes. Suddenly, he noticed an open door, and sick of running, he bolted inside. The only issue is he never thought to close the door, and after running inside, he tripped over a rug and fell onto his stomach.

“Myah! Foolish human! You thought you could get away from me?! Now give me those robes!” Finn knew he was trapped. He knew he couldn't get up and out of this. He had nothing he could do, so he just cried. He couldn't even see Grim as Grim was behind him and Finn was only facing down at the floor.

Out of nowhere, a crack was heard only for Grim to respond a few seconds later. “Me-Yeouch! That hurts! What gives?!”

“Consider it tough love!” What was going on? Finn was too frozen in fear to get up and check, but who was this new voice? “Ah, I've found you at la-… Are you perchance fey?” The sudden acknowledgment unfroze Finn from his fear. He got up on his knees and turned around to face the unknown voice.

The voice came from a tall man holding both a whip in one hand and now Grim, who was struggling and demanding to be let go, in between his body and the elbow of his other arm. He had a top hat adorned with a blue ribbon, a mirror, and a black feather. He had fancy clothes, including a cape adorned with many more feathers. The man had green hair and was dressed in mostly black. He also had what looked to be a bird mask which hid his eyes in shadow except for his bright yellow irises.

Finn still had tears streaming down his face and could only ask one question, “Where is Nanny?”

“Who?”

“Nanny! Mother and Father had her take care of me! I want to go to her!”

“How old are you?” To this question, Finn removed one of the hands that was wiping away tears from his face and held it out, splaying out all five fingers. “Five?” Finn only nodded leaving the man speechless.

“That kid can't even be here! Let me in their place!” Grim was still being held by the man, and Finn finally brought his hands down to look at the cat speaking, though tears were still falling.

Completely ignoring Grim, the masked man kept his focus on Finn. “How did you even get a familiar at such a young age? No wonder it's so unruly.”

“I’m not a familiar! Much less to a kid! I'm The Great Grim!” He was still whining and struggling with all his might, but the man’s grip didn't loosen.

“All disobedient familiars will say that. Child, did someone give you this familiar?”

Finn’s tears had slightly slowed at this point, so he was able to get out a question. “What's a fa-mil-ler?”

“A familiar. You know. A beast or an animal that helps a mage.”

“I don't have a far-mil-ler.”

“Is he not yours?”

Grim shouts loud. Louder than you thought he could after how much he's been talking. “Myah! I told you I'm not a familiar! How hard is that to understand?!”

Finally, the man turned his attention to Grim. “Well then, you shouldn't be here! Once I settle the situation here, I will remove you from campus!”

“How dare you?! I got here fair and square! You're already down a student,” Grim gestured to Finn who, by now had stood up, and was just watching, “So let me in their place!”

“We can't just let someone who invades campus join this school! We have a selection process!”

“And your ‘selection process’ picked a random kid!”

“We’re working on figuring this out, and the kid probably isn't random! He probably has an immense magical ability, that messed with something. Speaking of you,” The man turned back to Finn, “What's your name and where are you from? We should get you back.”

“I’m Finn Lawson and I’m from Highfield, Andrila.” While talking, he turned to pay attention to his hand as he traced symbols into his palm. Then he looked back up and smiled.

“I've never heard of there before, also the name sounds quite unique. We should try to get you home. Follow me. The ceremony should be over and students in their dorms by the time we arrive.” The masked man then snapped his attention to the still-struggling Grim. “And you need to stop squirming and howling for me to put you down. I will hold you until I can remove you from campus.” he turned his attention back to Finn, “Shall we go?”

The man started walking and Finn followed. They ended up retracing the same path Finn took earlier. This time he was able to see things he missed as he was running. The stone of the walls and pavement. The small amounts of moss growing in the cracks of both. The scenic look of the outdoor hallways. It all looked pretty. Finn took some of his time looking for animals in the trees and bushes, though he found only a few birds and squirrels, and seeing what the shape cracks looked like to him. A worm. A dog. A tree. Another worm. A triangle. A square. More worms. Not a lot of things came to mind as the cracks were mostly single-lines, worm cracks, or simple shapes.

The man leading Finn suddenly stopped and as Finn was distracted, he kept walking until he bumped into the other. They had stopped right in front of the rod where this all started. Finn stepped more behind the man as he led them in.

“Here. Step in front of The Dark Mirror. I'll watch him.” Grim was muttering to himself at this point, not struggling the way he did before. Finn did as instructed. It was a large ornate mirror floating in the middle of the room. The glass reflected nothing, instead, it was pure black. Finn hadn't paid much attention to it before, being more preoccupied with the coffins, then with Grim, then with running. “O Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!”

The mirror lit up with green flames on the inside of the glass revealing a mask that moved as if it were an alive face. It made no response.

The man behind Finn cleared his throat. “L-let us, er… try this again. O Dark Mirror! Return this soul-!”

“There is no such place.” A response from the mirror. A response that broke the man’s straight posture.

“W-what?”

“There is no place in the world where this soul belongs. None.” Does that mean Finn can't go home? He won't see Nanny again? He's stuck here alone? The tears he thought he was done crying came back getting ready to fall again.

“This has never happened throughout my long tenure. I must confess that I am at something of a loss.” Not even the Mister knew what to do? What was going to happen? When could he go home? When could he see Nanny? The returning tears started to stream down his face again. “Kid- Uh, Finn. Don't cry it’ll… it'll be alright… I just gotta…”

With the man distracted Grim finally jumped out of his arms. “I got an idea! You gotta a job right, but this kid needs to be looked after because of your mess up, so let me do it! All ya have to do is let me inta the school!”

“What?! No! Of course not! You broke onto school property and demand not only a place in the school while insulting it but also to look after a child! If we were even to let you in as a student, you wouldn't even have time to look after a kid! Even someone as kind as I could never let that happen!”

“So what?! You're going to keep a kid with no one? Your teachers have jobs, and you just gotta give me a changed schedule, I'm The Great Grim! I'll have no issue keeping up. I mean look at him!” Grim turned to the crying Finn. “Come one kid, don't you wanna keep the ‘kitty’?” To this, he gave a small nod. “See! You're outnumbered here.”

The man looked to Finn, then to Grim, then back to Finn, then back to Grim. He kept doing this for a bit, then spoke again. “Fine, for I am ever so kind, but you will be under strict surveillance and the moment you fail any class or do anything wrong, you are out of here!”

“YES! I'm in!”

“Just barely! Now come with me. We should go to the library. I need to look some things up.”

—

Crowley had never had this happen to him. In all his years of being headmaster, this was new. A child here and a monster as a student and taking care of him. He didn't exactly have another option, or not one he could think of between the yelling cat and crying child.

Scanning through the books he found a few things that may be useful, so he picked them out and headed back to where Finn and Grim were told to stay put. As he turned the edge of the bookcase, he found the kid and cat sleeping at their table. He should probably get Finn somewhere comfortable. It was getting late. They also have a few teacher dorms free. Though he does need to read this… He can just check this all out, it's only about five books and he's a fast reader.

He checked them out and then used his magic to teleport them to his room. He then picked Finn up and placed him on one arm, putting his other hand on his shoulder to stabilize him. As he looked over, he saw Grim sleeping in the chair next to where the kid was. He had one job: watch the kid. Yet, there he was, asleep. Crowley should really move Grim somewhere comfortable, too. If he woke up alone, who knew what trouble he might have caused, ‘Although’, Crowley thinks, ‘maybe it would scare him into leaving’. No, even with the little he knows, that's not what that cat would do.

He moved his hand off Finn’s shoulder to shake Grim. “Get up. We need you to move.”

“Myah… Not now…” His tail was swatting at Crowley’s hand.

“Yes, now. If you don't get up now, we'll leave you.” That seemed to wake him up.

“Myah?! How dare you?! I'm up!”

“Shhh! The kid is sleeping! Now follow me.” He started leading them to the teacher dorms. They probably only needed one between them, and there was one close to him, so they should be good. They're only staying there for a bit until they can find a way for Finn to get home. That shouldn't be too long, right?Finally, he was in. Grim spent so long getting snubbed by some stupid black carriage, but he’s The Great Grim, he doesn’t need the carriage. He can just come in. That’s just how great he is.

[courfee]

17 December 1975 / 15 May 1976

[olailamajnoon]

Bruce, who has a problem expressing emotions because he was teased for them in school as the "crazy Wayne kid"

Bruce, who used to clutch Alfred at night and wet himself due to his nightmares.

Bruce, who got flashbacks till his mid-twenties everytime he walked down an alley.

Bruce, who would hug a weeping Dick Grayson and stay with him until the night terrors were over, humming a soft lullaby that Bruce's mother sang for him

Bruce, who hardened his mouth and his life to keep the anger in check after Jason, because he knew if he didn't every criminal would pay.

Bruce, who sees Damian chopping up shrubbery and thinks "I was far worse as a child inside, it's a good thing he's letting it out"

Bruce, who can't walk by a homeless child in the street without calling his special Wayne Foundation liaison (who he keeps on speed dial) and asking her to find "one more spot"

Bruce, who sees Selina petting kittens and robbing the rich and thinks "if I could have had a life with her, that would have been nice"

Bruce, who looks at Cass' x-rays and sees her knit bones and swears to god he will break the bones of whoever's responsible for her upbringing

Bruce, who gives Tim projects that he himself can do faster because he sees attention-starved Tim trying to please him

Bruce, who looks at Clark smiling and thinks of what he can buy for his birthday to make him smile just like that.

Bruce to his parents in their graves after not being able to catch a criminal: I'm sorry. I've failed you. I'll try harder.

People who don't know Bruce: why is that man so unfeeling.

Bad DC writers: idk just that way i guess

[sweeneydino]

Could’ve done what?

Main inspiration would be this amv

Fair warning, it does have mature themes and some uncomfortablethings(blood, violence, sexual content, vomiting, and abuse/death).

Music fits for this tho 👌

Edits vvv

Oh hold on-

[kiisaes]

in my dreams, you love me back

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Scrap baby is just Michael’s little sister