#yes i changed some names but they're largely the same cats

[voidhri]

First scar, on body and heart

(by: @sunborn-tenacity )

Bela stared at the phone number on the back of a business card that she got from a mother whose son she saved from the sewers a few days ago.

"Miss Dimitrescu, you saved my son. I know it's not much but please, just take this business card. My husband is the owner of the cabin rentals in the forests in Topanga. When you call them, just tell them your name and that you're booking a week-long stay courtesy of Barbara Goldstone."

"I— Mrs. Goldstone, I can't—" Bela stammered, before she was cut off.

"Miss Dimitrescu, please, I insist," Mrs. Goldstone said tearfully, pushing the card into Bela's gloved hands, "It's the least we can do to pay you back for rescuing our son."

Bela hadn't taken a vacation in a long while. In actuality, ever since she became captain, she didn't really take any vacations. The days she had off were enough. She made sure she took enough walks, that she went to the gym enough, that she took enough vitamins, that she rested enough. All of these things were enough to help her recuperate. And she always did them on her own.

But ever since she met Maria, she found herself wondering what it would be like to go on a vacation, but with them. Just the two of them. It didn't mean anything of course. But Maria had been very insistent about hanging out with her. After she had rescued them from being stuck in the ceiling during her lunch hour, her third rescue of them, they had shown up to her station a few days later with food from Jollibee.

"I took away your lunch time, so I owe you lunch, you know?" Maria said cheerfully.

She didn't know why she took the food from them, but she did, and sent them on their way. And on that afternoon, she discovered that chickenjoy, rice, and ube pie were delicious. 

Maria kept finding more ways into her life after that. It was either rescuing them from some ridiculous situation or it was just them coming to visit her at the station during her break, bringing food along with them.

Eventually, it became routine. And Bela started to look forward to their visits. Then there was a day where they didn't show. It bothered Bela a little bit, but at the same time, she understood that they were probably busy with something else. They were under no obligation to visit her. At some point, she had to go answer a call and she found them stuck, holding a cat, in a very tall tree.

"How did you even get up here?" Bela said angrily once she got Maria and the cat onto the lift with her.

"I was trying to help the cat and then once I noticed how high up I was, I didn't really know how to get down," Maria mumbled sheepishly.

Once they were on the ground, Bela demanded their phone and placed her number in there and texted herself.

"Call me before you do anything dumb like that again," she said, turning around and walking off, heading back to the station, not noticing Maria staring at their phone and then at her in awe.

Maria texted her the next day, thanking her for saving them again.

In return, Bela texted them asking if they would show up with Jollibee the next day. And Maria replied with a quick yes.

And that was the routine. Work, Maria showing up with food, having to rescue Maria from god knows what. But it would be good to change it up. And maybe this time, she could teach Maria a thing or two about basic safety and self-preservation. Maria would probably complain that they're on vacation and therefore the both of them should focus on doing vacation things.

Bela smiled at the thought of them complaining and she quickly pulled up her phone to text them:

Want to go on a week-long cabin retreat with me?

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It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. But of course, there were stupid teenagers doing stupid teenager things. Like almost causing a large forest fire.

The fire was large, but it hadn't spread to cause more damage yet.

"Step away from the fire," Bela ordered, her voice strong and authoritative, as she stepped towards the scene.

The teenagers froze and stepped back a bit, before running off into the woods. Bela paid them no heed. The biggest concern was the fire and the damage it could do if left unchecked.

She went to work, quickly grabbing the fire extinguisher from the nearby cabin and spraying down the fire.

After that, she would clean up the mess of beer cans and wine bottles the teenagers made. And then she would call the forest rangers and cabin office to let them know that there were teenagers that almost caused a fire. Then she could finally relax with—

A pain-filled scream rang out, causing the nearby birds to flee their trees quickly.

Bela's blood ran cold. Maria.

She dropped the fire extinguisher and looked around frantically for them, finally spotting them on the other side of the dying fire.

Maria was on the ground, writhing in pain, and a teenager was looking at them and then at her with fear in their eyes before running off into the woods.

Bela swore under her breath and sprinted over to Maria's side.

"What's wrong? What's—"

Then she saw it. The red hot embers covering the ground underneath their torso and arms.

Bela sucked in her teeth and without thinking, grasped onto Maria's wrists, feeling the heat searing her fingers. But she ignored the pain. Maria was the most important right now.

She pulled them up by the wrists and then turned around quickly to have them fall onto her back so that she could carry them without touching their back. She noticed with increasing worry how their skin felt so very warm and that they were shaking uncontrollably.

She walked to the cabin as quickly as she could, listening to Maria breathing in sharply with each step she took. She opened the door and feeling that there was no time to place them on the bed, she quickly kneeled and helped Maria to the cabin floor, front first.

The fire had burned away part of Maria's top, the burns already showing underneath, and she needed to get the scissors to cut away the rest of the cloth before it fused to their skin.

Bela quickly went to her bag and pulled out the medical kit she always brought with her, retrieving what she needed. She went back with the scissors to cut open the cloth, revealing the damage that had been done.

Maria's back was covered in second-degree burns, the flesh raw, burning pink and red.

Bela pulled on her gloves to begin her treatment of their wounds, numbly thinking about what she needed to do for initial treatment. The burns were on their back and they needed to be immersed in cold water for 10-20 minutes to reduce the heat and minimize the damage to the skin. The best way would be to fill a tub with cold water and place Maria there. But that might take too long. So she would get some cold water now and rinse the skin like that for a few minutes before preparing the cold water in the tub—

"Bela, don't worry… I'm gonna be okay… It could've been worse," Maria whispered slowly, clearly trying to reassure her.

Bela said nothing, not trusting herself to keep her voice steady. She felt the tears slide down her face as she continued to inspect Maria's back, mentally gathering the strength to leave Maria alone for a few minutes while she grabbed her water bottle to fill it with cold water to rinse Maria's wounds.

It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. It was supposed to be a harmless trip.

I can't keep sitting here, I need to move, Bela thought, I need to take care of them now.

[therealvinelle]

Is it true that Tom Riddle has a different name in a lot of translations because publishers thought making the anagram in book 2 would be super important so they changed the name rather than just letting that one thing not work in the translation? What's Tom's name in your Norwegian copy?

I'll have you know almost everybody have different names in the Norwegian translation. I'm sure Harry would too, if the translator could get away with it, sadly his name was on the title card.

Some of this is for pronunciation, Hermione Granger is made Hermine Grang so we're not all sounding like Victor Krumm trying to make sense of her name, others are given more of an overhaul to convey the pun or vibe from the original name. Alastor "Madeye" Moody is Alastor "Galøye" Bister ("Galøye" is literally "Madeye", while "bister" means "terse").

Other examples of translations include the Black family being Svart (Norwegian word for Black) but by and large keeping their constellation names and spelling (with such exceptions as Alfar ("ph" isn't how we spell the f-sound, and the d would doesn't really work either - it's a phonetic translation of Alphard) and Narsissa (the c would be a problem)), and foreign characters like Victor Krumm and Gellert Grindelwald stay (almost: Victor is now Viktor.) the same, presumably because they're foreign in-universe.

For punny translations we have not just the names, but places and things being made punny to best reflect the original. Diagon Alley is made Diagonalgangen, "The diagonal hallway" that with the -en ending becomes "walking diagonally". Heh. Quidditch is rumpeldunk, the snitch is "snoppen" (a euphemism for penis. I commend the translator for making the game somehow that little bit gayer than it already was), Rita Skeeter is Rita Slita (conveying that she's an exhausting, tireless person), Cornelius Fudge is Kornelius Bleouf (a made-up surname that coincidentally is pronounced the same as "bluff"). It keeps going.

Some people didn't get punny names, simply names that captured the vibe. The Crouch family is now Kroek, Percy is Perry, and Tom Riddle (whom I'll get further into below) is Tom Venster.

(Though, since you've got me talking about one of my favorite niche subjects: the translator did make a pun out of Tom's name that isn't in the original series.

Tom is a common name in Norwegian, but it also is the word for "empty". We have an unrelated idiom, "full av faen" - literally "full of the devil", figuratively a malicious or cruel person. For use in conversation, I could use it about a person but also about a particularly grouchy cat. My friend had a horrible day so now they're full av faen, I tried petting that cat but it's full av faen.

The chapter where we meet eleven-year-old Tom Riddle is titled "Tom, eller full av faen".

I can only imagine the translator had been waiting four books to make that pun.)

In other words, yes Tom's name was trnaslated. In Norwegian the full name is Tom Dredolo Venster, with the anagram being "Voldemort den store" (Voldemort the great). That's right, we suffered even worse secondhand embarrassment in Norway.

I am quite fond of the translated name, as it in my opinion captures the vibe of Tom Riddle very well. An ordinary name with a very nice ring to it, and you don't actually know anybody else with that exact name. Dredolo, the oddball middle name, is as foreign yet fitting with the rest as Marvolo is in English. It's a name that rolls off the tongue.

The Danes, by comparison, have Romeo Gåde Detlev. Which is a very... eyecatching name, I've seen it go viral several times (along with the French Tom Elvis Jedusor), but the problem is that Tom was named for his father, an English gentleman in the 1920's, and this name sounds like a cultural melting pot. Gåde, originally the middle name that stood out and had Mrs. Cole assuming Merope came from an exotic background, is now the most normal name in there.

I want to be lenient, I do, the translator hadn't read Half-Blood Prince at the time and didn't know how much emphasis would be placed on Tom's name being ordinary. But, well, he made the name a different ethnicity, and I can only imagine he must have wanted the first name "Romeo" quite badly. We're left with a name that signals completely different things, which I do think is relevant when Tom's name being painfully Muggle and ordinary, growing up in 1930's London, had such an impact. Being perceived as foreign, which he would be with that name, would change things. His shedding the name to become Voldemort also takes on a very different meaning when he's an Englishmen who spent the first few decades of his life being asked if his parents fled the Soviet Union.

So, not a fan of Romeo Detlev.

As for Tom Elvis Jedusor, that one I have no problem with. Elvis wouldn't become a star until several decades after Tom's birth, and the middle name is supposed to be unusual anyway. The rest of the name sounds appropriately French, no notes. (Though the Danish translator should have taken some for how to give readers a funny, but plausible name).

[hezzabeth]

Everyone who lived on Baker Street had come out from the fog to eat Nanni’s dinner. This made perfect sense; Nanni was one of the few people in the park who knew how to cook meals using ingredients and an oven.

When the park was still open, Revati's home was a coffee shop called the “Mad Hatter Teaparty.” The walls were painted in eye-watering clashing shades of neon pink and green. The light fixtures hanging from the ceiling were all giant velvet top hats. The booths were giant flower teacups with tiny chairs and tables inside.

"Was there some sort of drug in the pineapple?" Revati heard Brigadeiro ask. Revati just ignored him and instead walked past each of the booths, collecting tributes; nobody ate Nanni’s for free.

The Paprikas sat in the blue and gold teacup, their neon orange hair clashing with the paint. The Paprikas were two brothers and their sister who had found themselves trapped in the park as children. Their parents had been vaporized by a towel-warming rack. Now they were in their mid-twenties and worked for Revati as hired muscle for free dinners.

"Who's the new guy? He's actually clean and good-looking," the youngest brother Brie asked Revati. "His name is Brigadeiro Bun; he's an off-world tourist who stupidly went to the wasteland," Revati said. "I was trying to find crystal roses," Brigadeiro smiled helpfully.

"Bridgadeiro huh? So your parents were Goup worshippers then?" The sister, Juniper, asked curiously. Revati vaguely knew that Goupism was a popular religion on other colonies. Over a thousand years ago, there was once a woman who apparently traveled the earth gathering the best health practices needed to be “happy.” "A white woman, and she stole most of her ideas from our eastern religions," Amma, who was a staunch atheist, had snapped with annoyance when Revati asked her to explain the Paprika siblings' religion. Still, despite her thievery, at some point, she had become a god. They firmly believed in things such as “psychic vampires” and “color-balancing therapy.” They also all had peculiar food-related names, mainly because the goddess had named her daughter Apple.

"Yes, they were. They insisted on coming here for a Wellness Day holiday," the eldest brother, Croquette, growled. "I miss mama's Wellness Day Avocado and chocolate cookies," Juniper sighed sadly. "It's not the same, but here I have a couple of factory-made ones in my pocket," Brigadeiro said, crawling into the booth. The Paprika siblings gasped with astonishment as he pulled a packet of cookies wrapped in gold paper out of his jumpsuit's gigantic pocket. "They got a bit crushed when I was kidnapped, but they're still good," he said, opening the package and placing it on the table. The Paprika siblings stared at the cookies, their mouths slack with shock. Croquette slowly shook his head, completely snatched the package, and began to serve the crushed crumbs amongst his siblings. "You need to keep this one forever," Juniper said firmly, and Revati just shook her head, moving onto the next table.

The next table consisted of the elderly Gupta couple. "You adopted another kid? If you want more water for him, we want more dried apples," Mrs. Gupta said, a small scowl on her wizened face. It was Mr. Gupta who had figured out how to gather and purify water from the atmosphere. It was Mrs. Gupta who managed and recorded all the water they collected, rolling it out like a tyrannical dictator. "Fine, one extra package of dried apples per week," Revati said before swishing grandly onwards.

Amma was sitting in the pink cup, her new partner Dusk Brisbane. Dusk Brisbane was a teacher from Titan, who, along with their students on a field trip, found themselves stuck in the park. Like all people from Titan, Dusk had inherited the ability to rapidly change biological genders. Titan had also inherited a name that meant a time of day and a gender. Dusk’s remaining students were sitting with Dityaa on a large cat-shaped sofa. When the invasion began, there were twenty-three of them. Now there were only five nineteen-year-olds left. Dityaa was holding court over all of them, sitting on a couch shaped like a giant grinning beast. "Your sister said you had an interesting night," Amma remarked as Revati sat down next to her. Nanni had laid out a plate of aloo mushroom curry. Revati picked up a piece of hardtack and dipped it into the sauce, refusing to talk. "So you're not even going to bother telling your side of the story?" Amma asked as Revati swallowed. Nanni always moaned that her cooking was so much better before the war. Years ago, Nanni worked in the city as a professional meal prepper for wealthy families that wanted to eat real organic food.

Nanni was proud of her ability to create one hundred percent sand-free meals using the most exotic ingredients. Nanni would bemoan to everyone that her meals were now a mess, that her spices were too basic, and that she never had enough salt. Revati, however, who had never tried anything else, thought her food was delicious. "I'm hungry! Besides, what's the point in telling my side? I'm sure Dityaa's story was more enthralling," Revati replied. "Every story needs both sides and the truth," Dusk remarked. As they spoke, their features shifted from a feminine middle-aged woman's face to a man's face with a beard. "You're not my creative writing teacher, and you're not my parent," Revati pointed out.

Revati knew deep down she didn’t dislike Dusk; Dusk was a perfectly decent person. Not to mention Amma had been so lonely until Dusk offered to help her teach the feral children a year ago. Still, it was a lot to get used to.

“True, but your mother did ask you a question, and I think she deserves an answer," Dusk replied in that same mild diplomatic voice. Revati deliberately ate another mouthful of curry before wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her dress. "Dityaa got attacked by some lady at the ball; the chutiya had A.I. eye implants! They must have switched on somehow," Revati explained. "Mind your mouth, Revati! There will be no swearing at the dinner table," Amma scolded her. "Her implants switched on? That's so odd; one of my students had AI tastebuds, but they stopped working the second we walked into the park," Dusk remarked, their face shifting back into a woman's as they glanced at one of their students. The student in question, Basil Paris, was sitting next to Dityaa, licking their hand. Dusk was right; in order to create true "historical authenticity," the park was surrounded by massive mirrors. The volcanic Martian glass blocked the "AI" life stream. "And what did you do?" Amma asked in a quiet, nervous voice. "I threw a glass of vodka at her face, and her eyes fried up," Revati replied.

"Can you take the children's sign language lesson tomorrow morning? I need to check the mirrors around the walls," Amma said to Dusk.

"Of course," Dusk replied, and Revati rolled her eyes.

"You don't need to do anything, Amma! I'm the elected leader of Baker Street! This is my job," Revati said firmly.

"You're only seventeen!" Amma protested.

"Almost everyone voted for me! Well, apart from Mrs. Gupta, who voted for herself," Revati said, and mother sighed.

"Fine! But you're not going to leave well after the sun rises, and you're not taking Cora and Laila! You can take Vivienne and Jay Jr.," Mother replied firmly.

Nine minutes past midnight.

Revati's eyes snapped open in the blue-glowing darkness. Slowly, she sat up, taking in the familiar shapes of the kitchen's walk-in freezer. Dityaa was sleeping next to her on the souvenir pillows Amma had sewn together into a makeshift bed. In the corner, the feral children slept together in a nest made of old soft toys. Nanni was snoring on one of the plastic shelves that had long ago stored ice cream. Amma insisted on them all sleeping behind the massive metal doors. To anyone who lived near any other planet, it would have been freezing, but Martians had evolved to withstand the cold.

Revati stood up and glanced down at Dityaa. Dityaa had worn her new dress to bed, ignoring the stains. The blood on her dress looked shiny black, her face shadowy blue. She looked just like Princess Savitri in the family book of fairy tales. Revati, on the other hand, had changed into her pajamas, which consisted of a long-sleeved men's shirt three sizes too big. The red fabric hung to her knees, and the words "Olde Landon Halloweenfest 3544" had been printed across the front. Revati picked up her blanket, draping it around her shoulders. Sleep wasn't going to return any time soon. Revati reached underneath her part of the mattress until she found the stories.

Outside the metal doors, Revati could hear distant voices, and carefully she slid the door open. Amma and Dusk were sitting together on the cat-shaped couch, murmuring to each other over tea.

"I don't see how they could know..." Amma began, and then she trailed off, spotting Revati.

"Insomnia again?" She asked gently, and Revati nodded, walking past the two of them.

"If you're going up to the greenhouse, be quiet; I made a bed for the boy up there," Mother replied.

"Really, Amma? You couldn't give him a bed?" Revati asked, opening the front door.

"He would freeze in the fridge, and he said he liked plants," Mother replied.

Outside, the fog was still shifting, and Revati moved ten spaces to the right.

"Evening, boss," Juniper's voice called, and she suddenly appeared holding a jar filled with glowing mushrooms.

"Any problems?" Revati asked.

"Nope, it's been a pretty quiet night!" Juniper said.

"Good, make sure your brother takes over your shift! We don't want you fainting from sleep deprivation again," Revati replied.

[kstewdeux]

@inuvember | Inuvember 2024 | Prompt Kikyo | Ao3

‘...To live is to die. To die is to live. My name is Kikyō. I am a priestess who is unable to leave this world and reach the sacred place. No, that is not entirely the truth. Once I was a priestess. Now I am but a corpse with a cursed, false existence. No matter how much I desire to do good and help others, the truth is I live off the souls of the dead. Pure is impure. Impure is pure. Good is evil. Evil is good.’

There was some irony in this to be sure, Kikyo thought to herself as she turned and ran - senses heightened to the point where every noise seemed louder. The sound of relentless, staggering footsteps echoing behind her, through the deserted forest and its many trees. The moonlight cast long shadows over the dried leaves crunching under foot, the light breeze rustling the barren branches overhead, the-

In front of her, shuffling slowly into view, were figures. At first glance, it appeared to be a man stumbling, maybe drunk or injured. But as Kikyo squinted to see better, her breath caught in her throat and her unmoving heart somehow skipped a beat. The men's skin has a pallid, grayish tone, with patches that look almost as if they're decaying. The clothes were torn, and through the rips, Kikyo could see sickly wounds with skin flaking off, revealing glimpses of bone beneath. Pale, decaying, or rotting skin, with visible wounds, discolored or bloodshot eyes. A head lolled slightly to one side, and as they drug themselves forward, a low, guttural moan escaped their lips.

Despite having just learned it was pointless, Kikyo raised her bow mid-stride and let loose an arrow which simply embedded itself in the rotten flesh. Another. Another. Another. She abruptly changed course and ran faster, harder. More bodies emerging from the shadows. Jagged teeth, coated with dried blood, snapping when she fails to notice a small child in her way. 

Yes, there was irony here, Kikyo somehow managed to think through the pure terror. A massive group was up ahead. There was no avoiding it. The dead were no longer resting quietly in their graves, men and women and children far more dead than-

Something cut through the masses up ahead. A flash of tan. Something gold. A flash of crimson. A short burst of flame.

Something grabbed her wrist and hoisted her into the air.

"Okay and up we go," Kagome's frantic voice breathed in her ear as the girl clawed as her clothes to assist. Kikyo stared wide-eyed at her reincarnation as she managed to settle on the demon cat's back.

"Y-you okay?" Kagome asked shakily - somehow arranging herself to face Kikyo as she checked the undead woman's wrists and arms, "They didn't bite you, right?"

Kikyo believed she made sometime of noise to indicate no and stiffly shook her head. The mass of tan suddenly returned and Kikyo jumped in surprise when the slayer's large boomerang was suddenly there being held at the ready. It was only then that Kikyo realized she was trembling.

The boomerang was swung again and Kikyo watched it go with shell-shocked eyes then wished she hadn't. Hundreds. Hundreds of putrid corpses.

"They're called zombies. I don't why I'm surprised they actually existed," Kagome tried the joke as she ran one hand over Kikyo's cold arm, "There's a whole world of art about them in my time. Everything thinks its make believe but they say the same thing about demons and, well, we know that's not true. Demons are real. Ghosts are real. Zombies apparently are real. Dunno what's next but I'd like it to be unicorns personally."

Kikyo didn't know what else to do with that strange explanation but nod. Well and-

"They are very dangerous. My arrows didn't-"

"Yup, yup, we learned that lesson too. My arrows didn't do squat," Kagome chuckled with the kindest, most understanding yet somehow disturbing smile. Kikyo felt a spike of self-loathing. This girl had every right to leave her to die a second time. Every right to be angry and cruel in this moment.

And yet...

"How does one kill them then?" Kikyo managed to get out. Kagome let out a weary and oddly bemused sigh.

"Aim for the head and do a double tap," she offered as she weakly mimed whacking something hard, "Destroy the brain. Don't get bit doing it," a pause, "They don't seem to like fire so maybe, you know, fire."

Kikyo blinked at her.

"And that works in your time?"

"I'm just going to assume yes because there aren't zombies in my time. So we beat them, presumably, if that's any consolation," Kagome hummed sympathetically - a frantic edge underlying her tone, "They say myths and legends have an origin somewhere, right? Guess this is that origin story. Fun times all around."

Kikyo nodded again because that seemed the thing to do. That and...

"T-thank you. For rescuing me," she offered hoarsely, "I a-appreciate the kindness."

"No problem. Just, you know, for the time being, if you could not try to kill us, that'd be cool," Kagome laughed softly - which struck Kikyo as rather odd. There was something hollow in the girl's eyes too that wasn't quite right, "Got enough problems at the moment."

Kikyo swallowed and did her best to stay calm.

"Is it an illness?" she blinked then tacked on, "And of course. Truce."

Kagome wrinkled her nose and shrugged - the odd look in her eyes exploding exponentially.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure if it's an illness or not. I'd assume yes. If you get bit, then you become one of those things. Unless, you know, the myths got it wrong in which case we'll all kinda screwed right now because that's all I got."

"Oh."

"Eh, we'll figure it out," Kagome giggled with a dismissive wave- sounding a bit deranged and frantic, "I'm sure it's fine."

Sango snorted from her place at the front - effortlessly catching her gut covered boomerang then unleashing it again. Kikyo watched it go again.

"Will they be alright? The ones fighting?"

"Well I sure hope so," Kagome offered with an odd smile and it occurred to Kikyo that the girl might be in shock as well. She swallowed again.

"It will alright," she offered with a weak smile, "I have full faith in Inuyasha, you and your friends. It will be a victory."

Kagome's odd expression faltered and softened.

"Yeah, it will. Thanks. Needed to hear that," she hummed.

Kikyo let out a shuddering breath - which was a rather odd sensation - before looking down at the carnage. Yes, yes, there was some irony in all of this.

"I am very glad I am not like that," Kikyo admitted hoarsely, "Things could always be worse."

Sango snorted again - catching then throwing her boomerang in one fluid movement.

"Ain't that the truth."

[flynncorvus]

New Species Maybe-

(Under the Cut is some Details)

This might be a Species, this might be just a story. Who knows, I'll encourage making OCs of your own either way (Read under the cut if you do want to make something) >:3

Just a Q's I think I should answer:

• What is the gold for? - Probably going to be blood, or maybe these cats have magic that'll do something with? - Might also be toe bean colour, undecided

Some (Looks) Details I can come up with Now:

• ’Mask’ is darker colour than Pelt ~The mask looks like it has a strap, but it's built into them ~It's techy! A tech mask >:3 • Pelt is almost always a dark colour ~There are certain cases where their fur is light, but I haven't figured that out yet x.x • The Marking on their chest matches their pupil ~Yes, pupils can be different shapes!!! ~Mine is like a plus sign without the middle bit :3 • The same Neon is applied to certain areas ~The neon is the colour they 'glow' in, and they also have the same 'colour' for the other details. (Ie; purple glow, purple pelt) ~I might change so they can be duotone or smth later     -Eyes+Eyebrow+Whiskers     -Tail     -Inside Ears     -Fade on Paws     -Fade on tail     -Antennae     -Symbol on Chest • Whiskers should be normal whisker rules for cats ~As in they help with determining where cats can fit in spaces n stuff ~They do regrow if they are chopped/cut! • No Mouths! They all talk with speakers or electronic connection ~Speakers might be in the mask or maybe the ears, I don't know yet ~This Species needs to do a connection on BOTH ENDS to have 'telepathy' together. It's like a constant video call, and one can 'block' the other as well. • Tail is around the same as body length, no matter the species they are based on ~Tail is pretty much always tapered, thicker at the base and pointy at the end ~The end of the tail, the fur, also glows! The entire cat is like a night light >.< ~The cat can be based on pretty much any species in real life! It doesn't really matter, it's just so we can get a large variety of body shapes, fur types, etc. • Antennae are any length and any ‘fur’ amount ~ANY length. They can be so long that they reach the floor, or so short that only some fur shows. They do have to be there though. ~The fur can be around the entire thing, at the very end, at the base, I don't care! Have fun with the fur (Until I change something) :3

Some (Lore) Details I can come up with Now:

• Meet Your Maker ~Yes, they were made by humans from the past (Humans are called The Others) ~These 'cats' don't worship The Others per say, they just have a high respect for such a species; especially since they made them. ~The Others disappeared mysteriously (I don't know how yet) • Setting/Time Era? ~Taking inspo from Final Fantasy (My dad is playing it), the time period will probably be something 'Future Past' ? ~These cats can live pretty much ANYWHERE ~Although they will need 'modifications' to their design based on where they live (IE; ocean, wider tail or rainforest more prehensile tail) ~This cat here probably lives somewhere in one of the Abandoned sectors, I'm thinking a city or a village somewhere with normal-ish weather (Basically the base setting x.x) • Why Were they Made? ~Uhhh The Others were screwing with AI ~And what better to put revolutionary no-human-required AI in, than a cat! (Who already acts like they're better than us) ~The Others are epic for choosing cats B) • Can they Die? ~Yes! They can die! ~I'm sure that they can die by bleeding out or by having all three of their antenne cut (the ones on the top of their head and their tail) ~The antenne cut cannot be solved so far. Once cut, death is certain ~Viruses are like colds and stuff to them, while not common, they do happen

[mocksfate]

LET'S GET REACQUAINTED ! hey rpc ! lets be honest, datv brought us all back in one way or another either you're a veteran or new, i'm sure there is stuff that has changed or we don't know each other so let's have a game about it to reintroduce each other ! repost this to do the same & tag some pals if you want !

Name / Penname: nora! from eleonora. ppl irl call me ele, but online i've always gone with nora. for veterans, did you go by something previously ? name &/or penname: nope, i'm nora wherever i go. forever. age & gender ( if comfortable sharing ): 27 yrs old, a girliepop 😔 what was your first dragon age muse: idt i had a first muse. i'm p sure i started with a multimuse because of my inability of writing just one (1) character at the time. my fondest memories go to zev.ran, of course. he is and always be my favorite character of the franchise. do you have any other darp muses / blogs: i used to have a single muse blog for my surana (which ended up being a ton of fun while it lasted) but again, i just have too much muse for other little guys and they're constantly rattling the bars of their cages. what muses / blogs do you have outside of darp: i had other multimuses (a hsr one & a general gaming-animanga one but they're inactive rn) and obv my main @malewifezevran ✨ thedas has two moons: and they're lovers 🩷

single line, para, or novella: max i can do is 2k words on a good day chief....... language barrier + my bare ass script writing style don't help. i prefer one-two paras replies. plotting or winging it: i'm a plotting kinda girl. i like to put muses into Situations, but i prefer to figure out a possible dynamic or how the thread might develop with my writing partner ^_^ fighting threads, you bold enough for them? i have written very few in these ten years, but idt i'd mind? my vocabulary might not be as large to get a satisfying one. what content warnings are on your blog?: i honestly try to avoid triggering topics on my blogs, and if there are some, they're in the backstory of my characters which i won't openly write about unless my partner is cool with that. everything gets tagged, obviously. what things do you need tagged for your comfort?: mostly irl nsf.w pictures? those give me a bit of a ick. noncon (i follow nobody who writes it so thankfully i never have to read anything abt it), syringes and childbirth also are big nonos.

shipping preferences: single | multi | no ship | polyship. aw god, i'm THE multishipper. i cherish all kind of dynamics and i think so many characters just have the potential(tm). poly i'd be down only with close friends, cuz i know we can always write to each other/there's plenty of communication. shipping boundaries: never jump on/force a ship with me - we will lose mutualship as it makes me uncomfortable (exception to this rule are close friends with whom the ship has been developed beforehand in dms): i am here for the slow burn. i also don't like +13-15yrs age gaps (but nora, you write emmri- I PLAYED WITH A 46 YRS OLD ROOK, NEXT) and inc3st (duh).

fun facts about yourself that may have changed since in the past ten years: i'm way chiller and i can easily shrug things off than i used to omd. i sadly was one of those 'weh nobody wants to write with me ):' roleplayers and dear lord. thank you for the character development me @ me

be honest, did you miss darp. come on now-- did i.......... uh, i didn't miss it as a whole, but i did miss specific people because it was so fun to thread with them. i'm glad some are back 🥺

challenge round! put a small top five facts unrelated to dragon age ! - - i've been dungeon mastering for 5 years and i'm super proud 🩷 - i'm enjoying dos2 a bit too much and that scares me, chat - i own a big, fat cat named puka - my favorite dessert is the one and only tiramisù despite not being fond of coffee (yes, i got my italian citizenship card revoked for that) - i've never gone ice skating and it breaks my heart........

tagging: @venombloom ; @fatewoven ; @mcurnwatch & @celestrahl 🫵 (if you want to, of course)

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

alright now here's an odd hypokit ask for you... firestar x blackstar x mistystar x onestar hypokits :o yes all four of them together... i like the idea of them all being parallels to each other and am toying with an au where they're all the same age and protags/POVs in TPB... so I was just curious to see what you'd come up with LMAOOOOO :p

Warriors Ship Hypokits: FireBlackMistyOne Edition

This is incredibly interesting. Hopefully I can do this idea some justice.The AU part of this post is gonna be LONG because of all the plot changes this causes lol

In this AU, when Rusty joins the Clans he meets and befriends a couple of cats from other Clans as well as Graypaw and Ravenpaw: Mistypaw and Stonepaw of RiverClan, who feel strangely out of place in their Clan, and Blackpaw of ShadowClan, who is doubting his mentor Brokenstar's rightful place as ShadowClan Leader and suspects him of killing his nephew Badgerkit (Fernshade is his older sister here). They all go on adventures together and help overthrow Brokenstar with Blackpaw's help, while helping solve Redtail's death in ThunderClan and trying to find out who Mistypaw and Stonepaw's unknown parent is. They all earn their warrior names around the same time. Onewhisker of WindClan is also added to the friend group when Fireheart, Graystripe, Blackfoot, Stonefur, and Mistycloud are sent to bring WindClan home. When Graystripe moves to RiverClan after Silverstream's death delivering his kits, Graypool pulls Mistycloud and Stonecfur aside and reveals the true identity of their mother: Bluestar of ThunderClan. This news causes Mistycloud and Stonefur to approach Bluestar at a Gathering to discuss things, however it doesn't go well because of Bluestar's worsening mental state and she attacks them. They do reconcile by the time of her death by dog still. While all this drama happens, they all become Leaders of their respective Clans (minus Onewhisker- Tallstar's still kickin', and Stonefur of course) (when Tigerclaw shows up and tries to take over ShadowClan, Blackstar straight up kills him). As time goes by, Onestar becomes Leader of WindClan and they all realize that they've fallen in love. Panic really sets in as Mistystar realizes that she's pregnant and expecting kits, with them being the fathers. While all of them want to keep the kits (and become mates with each other) they agree to give them up and let them be raised as kittypets far away from the Clans in the Clans’ and kits’ best interests. Although they all often wish that they had kept the kits and become mates...

Their four kits are:

Darktail- muscular dark bluish-gray and white tom with amber eyes and a long tail. Cis tom, bisexual. You know who this guy is. He was named Darby by his housefolk. However, they were abusive to him so he left and became a rogue. While he was originally ignorant of his true parentage, once it was revealed to him he was outraged. He could have grown up happy with a family, but his parents chose to separate him and his siblings and give him to abusive humans! He vowed to destroy his parents and the precious clans they held so dear, no matter the cost... He was eventually killed in battle by his one surviving parent, his father Onestar. If he had been raised with his parents, he would have chosen WindClan, still have gotten the name Darktail, and been a Tactician. 

Anastasia- large beautiful chubby black molly with blue eyes. Cis molly, straight. Anastasia is a vain, aloof cat who wouldn't be caught dead outside or ever do something to get her paws dirty. Her housefolk are very rich and spoil her rotten, and she loves them dearly. She never finds out about her siblings or true parents and spends her entire life as a kittypet. She eventually died of old age. If she had been raised with her parents, she would have chosen RiverClan, been named Brightscale and been a Lake-Watcher. 

Maplestar- dilute calico molly with yellow-green eyes. Cis molly, queer polyamorous. This universe's version of Leafstar. She was named Maple by her housefolk and became close with Billy and Echo once her humans moved by the gorge. She began having unusual dreams along with Echo and the two joined the newly-formed SkyClan along with Billy when Firestar and his friend Sandstorm came to set it up in the gorge. Firestar knew with just one look that this was one of Mistystar’s kits and eventually told her everything before he left. She thought well of her father and thought of him and the other three that she’d never met often. Like in canon, she becomes SkyClan’s Leader. Her warrior name before she became Leader was Mapleleaf. She dies peacefully in her sleep. If she had been raised with her parents, she would have chosen ThunderClan, been named Leafheart, and been a Hunter and eventually Leader.

Blister- scarred dark ginger molly with one missing eye and blue-green eyes. She was named Betty by her housefolk, but left at a young age in search of adventure. She found the excitement she was looking for in joining BloodClan. She took on the name of Blister and became one of the best fighters around. She was ambitious but peace-minded, wanting to become Leader to change BloodClan and make it more stable and a place of safety. She eventually becomes the Leader of BloodClan and slowly changes it to be a more peaceful group. Like Anastasia, she never finds out about her true parentage. She dies after passing the torch to a new Leader, happy with her life. If she had been raised with her parents, she would have chosen ShadowClan, been named Flameclaw, and been a Warden and eventually Leader.

[survey--s]

600.

Who gives the best advice? I don't really ask people for advice - because my experience is that they then get pissed off when you don't take it.

Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? No.

What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you? I can't think of anything in particular right now.

Have you ever smoked? Yeah, I smoked for a bit during my year abroad.

Does your favorite uncle have any children? He does. Two grown up daughters who now have kids of their own.

Have you ever been in a lighthouse? Yes.

Name one of your psycho exes? Chris.

Why were they a psycho ex? Well, he was a compulsive liar and refused to admit to several of his children. We broke up and it's come to light there are even more.

Do you still talk to your first crush? No.

Where would you like to travel? I'd love to go back to Canada and Italy, and in terms of new countries - New Zealand, Iceland, Japan and the Seychelles.

Are you shy about singing in front of people? Not really, but I definitely can't sing in tune lol.

Do you know anyone who always makes themselves out to be the victim? Yeah, I went to university with someone like that. It was exhausting.

Have you ever been insulted or called names by a significant other? Yes.

What’s your favorite movie battle scene? The battle for Helms Deep is pretty good so far as battles go.

Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? No - I've never been to any wedding that wasn't my own.

What’s the population of your hometown? The town I grew up in is about 15k. My current town is about 7k.

What’s the most difficult experience you and a significant other have gone through together? I don't really know, to be honest. Looking back most of my relationships were just filled with pretty mundane dramas.

What’s something you have zero tolerance for? Animal abuse.

When's the last time you said you were sorry? Earlier today when I trod on the cat.

Would you like living on the coast? I love living by the coast. The only disadvantage is the strong wind/storms in the autumn.

Honestly, do you enjoy arguing? No.

Which theory do you wish but perhaps not believe was true about afterlife? I don't really believe anything happens after we die. I kind of think heaven would be cool, though, but without the religious aspect.

Are you scared of losing the person you like to someone else? No. I have no concerns in that respect, he's a very decent person with decent morals.

Do you have a hard time making decisions? I'm weird in that I can make huge, life-changing decisions in seconds, but I really struggle with minor decisions like where to eat or what outfit to wear lol.

If there was a large spider in your room, would you stay in the room? NOPE.

What’s your favorite kind of meat? (vegan/vegetarian options count!) Steak or bacon, or fried chicken.

Have you ever been mistaken for staff at a store you were just visiting? No.

What’s the coolest or most memorable animal you’ve ever seen at a zoo? White lions and tigers are pretty incredible, even though they're mostly inbred these days which is sad. I also remember seeing dolphins at an aquarium in Italy but it just made me sad. It was a mum and calf in this tiny tank and they just swam in circles constantly.

Do you share a bedroom with anybody? My husband and the dog, lol.

What video game have you played the most hours of? If you don’t know, just make a rough guess. Overall probably the Sims as I played it constantly as a kid.

Who will you see within the next week? Mike, my parents and I have no idea who else. I'm hoping to catch up with Susie at some point and I'll probably see my in-laws too.

Do your parents live in their hometown(s)? No - they live on the opposite side of the world from where they were born, lol.

Have you ever modeled before? No.

If offered $1 million, would you do a reality show of your life? No. I value my privacy too much for that.

Who owns the computer you are on? Me.

What’s your best friend’s favorite color? I'm not sure he really has a favourite colour.

What color was your senior prom dress? Red.

How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2014? Just the one.

Northernmost state you’ve been to: I've never been to America.

Think you’ll live to be 100? Who knows. Both sides of my family are pretty long-lived and healthy so I guess it's possible.

Which YouTuber do you feel like you could be friends with easily? I don't watch any YouTubers.

Who do you know personally that has a nice singing voice? My dad.

If you met your favorite musician, what would you ask him/her? I honestly have no idea lol

What's something you used to believe in that you don't anymore? Nothing in particular is coming to mind.

What's something you believe everyone should have? A home.

What's the first thing you do once you get home from a trip? Say hi to all the animals, and then go and take a pee.

Do you listen to podcasts? Which ones? No, I genuinely don't get the appeal.

What was the last heavy thing you lifted? The cat.

Do you have an anchor tattoo? No.

Are your hands unsteady? No.

Do you think you’re pretty? I think I'm normal looking.

Who do you know that wears the most makeup? I don't really know anyone who wears tons of make-up. I live in a very outdoorsy area so most people don't wear much (if any).

Are you anyone’s first love? Apparently so.

Has anyone ever told you they were in love with you? Yes.

How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? Nothing. My sex life is nobody else's business but mine (and my partners).

[spines-tvo]

I figured that I'd post the sci-fi story before I forgot to. In this one, there are several characters that are more in-depth. Again, this might be a long post.

The world(s): While life can exist all over the universe, the main story starts on a meteor equipped with synthetic gravity devices. Everything is going good until, suddenly, the lab that the main characters work at is destroyed by a strange space ship that is unlike any other that has previously existed. Luckily for the main characters, an old warship has been left in the lab as a war relic and a message to remember the mistakes of the past. Though, World War IV was a long time ago, and the ship, though it's been expertly maintained, is falling apart. In order to survive, they have to get away from the ship that destroyed their lab and get back to Earth in a broken down ship while the murderer(s) of their friends is behind them. While the majority of characters in this story were born human, there are two other alien species; The Har, from Haria (Which also happens to be their word for dirt,) and the Vellians, From Vel. I'll get back to the Vellians later. The Har, though... They're unique. The Har look similar to a bipedal wolf, with a shaved face down to the center of the chest. They have four fingers and their fur is normally two-colored. Now, they exist in a hierarchy that values Har with a more jagged fur pattern more than Har with a blotchy fur pattern. The more blotchy the fur pattern is, the less legal representation they get. Obviously, that's a large problem to many people, however, since the Har are by far the most advanced civilization in terms of technology, Earth and Vel's governments are reluctant to antagonize them.

The Characters:

#1: The captain. He's a half-human half-Har person. All Human/Har hybrids are born with a blotchy, calico cat-like pattern in their hair and strange, animalistic eyes. All his life, because of his hair pattern, he's been told by the Har that he could never lead. He was unworthy, and now he has to deal with the fact that the crew relies on him to make the plans. He deals with self-worth issues. (Eventually, though, he wants to go back to Haria and be a protester and fight for political freedom.)

#2: The kitchen. Inside the kitchen lies an AI that was created to be a therapist. I know, odd place for it to be, right? Well, a lot of people were too prideful to admit that they needed help. And people, when stressed, tend to stress eat. So the builders of the ships built the therapists into the kitchens. Now, WWIV was a dark time in human history, and when AIs developed too much sentience, they'd be deleted, to avoid them trying to talk the soldiers out of fighting. Luckily, this ship managed to survive the war and deletion, so the AI was allowed to develop over time, abandoned in the ship ever since the war ended. They struggle with abandonment issues, survivor's guilt, and an underlying need to help everyone with their problems, since it was programmed into them.

#3: Samson, A.K.A. The synthetic man. He was made as an attempt to try and recreate life without traditional methods. His body is completely made out of unnatural resources. He's not a robot or an android. He has a heart, he has a brain, they all work like a natural human, but nothing he is made of is natural. He has a greenish-yellow skin with brown hair and brown eyes. All of his bodily fluids are an almost amber color. By all definitions, he is human, but nobody seems to see him as such, because he looks so off.

#4: Drake (Yes, the same name as the dragon man in the fantasy story. What can I say? A good pun can be repeated.) Drake is a dragon-man. Basically, this far into the future, some people have taken to adapting their bodies to other creatures' bodies. Now, you basically have to still be humanoid to prevent the brain from rejecting the body, but other than that, most things are possible. It's much easier to develop the technique to change a body to an actual, currently living creature, since the DNA is all there, but fantasy creatures and stuff need a bit of tinkering with the genetic makeup. Drake is the only dragon in existence, so he needs to get to Earth in order to preserve his DNA. His boyfriend was the one who gave him this body, and so it's extra meaningful for him to preserve it, to keep his boyfriend's work alive. He's dealing with a lot of loss, understandably.

#5: Davie. He's a Vellian who worked on the ship while it was left at the lab. When he was younger, he went through an old war memorabilia phase, so he knows the ship inside and out. Vellians are an octopus-like race known for their apathetic nature. Though, the truth is, they don't feel like panicking or getting enthusiastic. If an event happens, then good or bad, it's happened. You can't change that. He gets angry easily at people, though he has trouble showing it, so he's developed a highly passive aggressive nature. "Maybe try not breathing in the dangerous chemicals?" And all that. He knows best just how screwed they all are, because he knows just how poorly suited the ship is for their predicament.

#6: Tim. He's all-human. He's got no talents, and so he feels extremely stressed about accidentally screwing things up. The only problem is, when he gets stressed, he makes jokes, which really ticks off the other crew members.

This next part contains major spoilers, if I ever actually write this story.

The strange ship that blew up their lab was human-built. More specifically, it was built by one of several groups of humans, all of which are referred to as "skippers."

They were humans who wanted to "Skip out" on many of the developments the Har were offering humanity. They resented the idea that, to become a part of a greater mission of exploration, they'd have to team up with other countries that they had long been rivals to. They believed that it was better to keep their cultures individual, separate, and special. So they flew off and were forgotten until they attacked that lab. Now, they're more than powerful enough to destroy the ship, but they haven't had many of the developments Earth has had. They'd be no match for any of Earth's defences. This ship in particular was British in nature, however, several other cultures are after the WWIV warship. Each culture inhabits their own planet and takes part in strong rivalries with each other. Also, the US is long gone, since their whole reason for being was to take in immigrants and to be, you know, the "Great American Melting Pot." And many of the Skippers despised this.

Also, every biological character is attracted to men. This does not, however, mean that they will all date each other. The AI is asexual, because they don't have any desire to reproduce, and they feel just as strongly about everyone's appearances.

[violetparakeetdraweroffurries]

Some concept art of the kitties. A few of these are super outdated tho

Love how Bramble, Dark, and Dove turned out.

Other notes:

River Ripple is polyam w/ Night Heart and Dapple Pelt

Cloudmoon is a granddaughter of River and Night through her mom Flower Stream. Her dad Shattered Ice brings it up a lot

Petalfall is Birdsong's grandma

Splashbelly has very similar markings as his mom

Shadowsight has some of his fur go white post-lightning strike

Darktail has vertiligo

Appledawn is Flylight's mate and the mother of Rushkit, Oatkit, and Whitekit

Doveshimmer is a mink point

Squirrelfur is littermates w/ Spiderpelt

Brambleberry and Shellheart are siblings; Echomist is their cousin

Mousefur is a homozygous ticked tabby

[mirclealignr]

Regulus Black Fluff Alphabet

regulus x gn! reader

requested by anon

warnings; brief mentions of food and anxiety

from this alphabet

A - Affection; how they like to show their love.

Regulus does a lot through touch and reassuring looks/smiles. He finds it hard sometimes to express just how he feels about you, especially considering expressions of love were severely lacking in his life. But when he holds your hand or caresses your face, he feels as if he's spilling all his secrets, and hopes that you understand them.

B - Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

Your warmth. At first it was practically disarming, but overtime he learned to embrace it and miss it when it was absent, when you were absent. It would be so different to what he was used to, especially with the people closest to him. But he would adore the change that was you.

C - Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

Most of the time he likes to have his arms around you, sitting up slightly while you lay against his chest. There's a sense of safety he finds in knowing that you can hear his heartbeat and that it doesn't scare you off. But sometimes, he likes it when you take him in your arms and he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

D - Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

He is simply a hopeless romantic, and loves to dance with you when it's dark and raining outside, when the two of you are almost completely alone. He loves watching you smile as the rain seeps into your clothes and dampens your hair, and when you rest your head on his chest for some shelter.

E - Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

Regulus likes to understand things before he gets excited about them with you. If you come running to him with an elated expression and start rambling about whatever brought you this pleasure, he'd want to know why. He'd want to understand you and relate to you. Almost always, he'd become just as excited as you.

F - First Date; your first date together.

The Astronomy Tower. Regulus would want to be alone with you, without prying or judging eyes. It wouldn't be much, maybe some snacks and a drink he brought for you, but he would want to hear you talk and laugh and to see you smile. He'd want to know your likes and dislikes, the memories you cherished, and things you looked back on and laughed at.

G - Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

For Regulus, his future goals remain largely unclear. Before you, he thought it was simple, but afterwards it would become far more complicated. With the weight of his family, and Sirius' abandonment making it heavier, he would often try to avoid the thought. But if you ever brought it up, he'd tell you that wherever you were, he would be.

H - Honesty; how open are they with you?

Very. Trust is something extremely important to him. While he may not tell you everything the second it happens, he does have every intention of letting you see every side of him, even the parts he wished would vanish from existence. Upon getting to know you, the trials of his family would be revealed slowly, rather than all at once, so he didn't overwhelm you. Of course, he'd be terrified, but he knew it was better that way, and he knew that you would love him all the same.

I - I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

Regulus does not say it first, though he'd be sure he felt it first. He confesses straight after you, though, and gradually says it more and more over time. Expressing his feelings would not come easy, and sometimes, rather than tell you how much he appreciated you for listening or how beautiful he thought you were, he simply said 'I love you' in replacement, hoping that it would be enough.

J - Jealousy; do they get jealous?

Not necessarily jealous, but rather insecure. When he sees you laughing with someone else, he'd wonder whether they were better suited to you--they were warmer, more free, happier. Perhaps he brought you down, perhaps he weighed you down, and though he didn't express these insecurities out loud, he'd always seem to be easily read by you. And you'd always be there to reassure him when you needed to.

K - Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

Your hands. For Regulus, hands mean so much, represent so much, and yours are his to kiss and hold as much as he pleases. To him it would feel incredibly intimate, despite the fact that your hands can touch others, but that they're only his to kiss and hold. People can always get close, but never as close as he can.

L - Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

The majority of the time, you are the little spoon. He likes the idea that he is able to protect you, actually make you feel safe and wanted; it's one of the things he prides himself on. But, there woulds be times when he needed to feel that, and revelled in the warmth of your embrace tightening around him, holding him close.

M - Melody; what’s your song together?

I think your song together would be 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by The Beatles.

N - Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

Yes a few. Some of them would include 'treasure' and/or 'my treasure' because he adores you and could not think of anything better than you. For him, you are what people search for their whole lives, sometimes without ever finding it. And, because he speaks French, ‘mon chéri /ma chérie' for definite.

O - Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

It wasn't necessarily hard, just gradual. However, you would have always suspected that Regulus did not have it easy and were content with him going at his own pace, and appreciating that he was brave enough to reveal it all to you. It never seemed too slow, rushed, or overwhelming--he picked his timings well and never let things become too heavy. He'd also be very conscious that everyone had their own burdens, and would make sure he always left time and room for you to air anything you wanted or needed.

P - PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Not very much at all. He prefers to show you his love when it's just the two of you. But he isn't afraid to let other people know that you're in a relationship, and will often intertwine his fingers with yours, whisper things in your ear, and kiss your temple.

Q - Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

He never signs his name, he always signs R.A.B. Even when it's small notes to you, little love letters, or ordinary letters, he will never sign it as Regulus, but with his full initials.

R - Romance; how romantic are they?

So much. He loves leaving you love notes, writing love letters to you, slow dancing with you, playing music for you, watching the stars with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, snuggling up in bed with you with a good book. He loves to do it all.

S - Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

Not really. Perhaps only ones he thinks would unnecessarily hurt you, like what his family says about you. He doesn't tell you because he doesn't think it matters, they don't matter to him, only you do, and he wants their words to mean nothing.

T - Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

He likes to, and he tries. He certainly likes surprising you, even if only to see that smile. He likes taking you places, learning your favourite songs on the piano simply because you like hearing them, taking you on spontaneous trips or dates. He's not on for grand, public gestures, but he still keeps excitement in the relationship his own way. But he also knows when things need to be slow and calm, and doesn't mind it either way.

U - Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

He knows that most things said would be wrong, even if they were intended to be reassuring and understanding. Even when you talk about what's bothering you or don't, it can be hard to say the right thing. So instead, he takes you in his arms, rubs your back, kisses your cheek and gets you any comfort foods that you wish for. Sometimes, words speak far less than actions.

V - Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

With his family, and even with Sirius, Regulus can lose his temper very quickly, but you understand that their relationship has not been easy, nor do you care for his family. With you, it's rare that he loses his temper or raises his voice at you. When he does, there are usually other factors that have contributed to his mood, and he is quick to apologise afterwards.

W - Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

Your smile. So easily it can make him feel like he's falling from the stars, watching the constellations become smaller and smaller as he slips into the earth's atmosphere, burning and smiling and falling completely in love with you every time he sees it.

X - Xtra; random hc about them.

Regulus likes to speak in French to you when there are things he is too afraid to say or things he thinks sound more romantic when said in another language. Even if you can understand him, there's something less nerve-racking about saying it in French, it's almost like he's playing himself in another world, but still hopelessly in love with you.

Y - Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

He doesn't like to think about the future often because he knows how easily it can change and fail to meet your expectations. He only hopes that he is with you, facing whatever is to come. He prefers to focus on the present, where he already is with you.

Z - Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

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[eddieheart]

ADOPTED

(Part 2)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: Steve X Eddie

Words: 782

Description: It’s dnd night at the wheelers

Part 1:

Based on this post:

It's dnd night, normally it would be at the school but with some of the new team members having motor disabilities and Hawkins high's abhorrant lack of wheelchair ramps they had no other choice but to go to the Wheeler’s.

He's been trying to ignore it, the ache in his chest when he thought of his mother. The same stuck feeling he'd had when staring at the letter for all those years. He wasn't ready, she couldn't know who he really was.

Eddie was trying to look presentable enough, but still like himself. He wore his only clean shirt, a hellfire club one, a pair of dark blue jeans and signature jacket. He even sprayed on a few puffs of cheap cologne.

Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and walked out the door. Hopping into his van he began his journey to the wheelers house. He could hear Steve's voice in the back of his head 'I'll be here holding your hand no matter what:"

As he approached the door, his vision started to spin. He was going to see his mother. Pulling up a hand he knocked gently on the large wooden door. It opened to reveal a perfectly preened blond woman with gorgeous brown eyes.

"Oh! You must be one of Mike's friends, they're down in the basement." He stared at her in shock, mouth agape.

He shook his head and tried made himself focus, but how could he when his eyes where echos of hers.

"Yes I am, Eddie."

"Eddie?" She trailed off obviously looking for a last name.

He couldn't say Munson, then she'd know. There weren't a lot of Edward Munson's in Indiana. He stuttered for a moment before something came to mind.

"Eddie Mu- Muuuuuason, Eddie Mason." He straightened himself up and nodded.

She stepped aside and let the boy inside. His head was spinning as he walked down into the basement. Heart climbing up his throat as he got farther and farther down.

The group called out to him cheerfully as he got closer. Plastering a fake smile onto his face he sat next to the kids, Dustin on one side, Mike on the other, Lucas, Max, El and Will across from him.

"So I made the campaign, it took me like weeks though, I'm really exited everyone is here. Including the one and only Eddie the Bard." Mike said in a cheery tone.

“Banished.” Dustin chimed in cheerfully.

Eddie noticed Will watching the older boy, he knew that look. It's the same one he shared with Steve. His stomach churned, he'd always wished for a brother. Maybe it wouldn't change anything, maybe they could still be friends.

Glancing over to his side he saw a collection of children’s toys by a blanket Fort. They’d all obviously been well loved, some had marker scribbled on their faces, some stuffed animals had limbs carefully sewn back together.

They reminded him of his childhood stuffed animal, Mr. Sprinkles. He wasn’t really a stuffed animal, he was a stray that roamed the trailer park that seemed to like Eddie the best. It had yowled wildly when anyone else even thought of touch it.

Maybe Mike had a childhood pet, probably a small dog or a small white cat that was constantly pristine or something. Eddie hadn’t had a lot of toys as a kid, they could barely afford clothes let alone toys. But Wayne had always stretched every penny, he’d made sure Eddie was well taken care of and happy.

He couldn't do this. Standing up quickly, he turned to face the group.

"I'm sorry guys, I'm not doing too great. Sick I mean, I'm sick. So uh, I think I'm gonna head out." He rubbed his palms in the back of his jeans.

"What no! You just got here!" Dustin cried out in displeasure.

Eddie gave them a timid smile as his eyes squinted.

"Sorry Dustin, guys, but I better head out." He motioned towards the door way and turned away to rush up the stairs.

He was almost home free when he was stopped by a gently hand on his shoulder.

"Heading out so soon?" Mrs. Wheeler asked kindly. He nodded yes and bit back tears.

"Yep sorry, not feeling great. I better go." He rushed away before she could respond. Jumping into his truck, he started it quickly and sped off.

Once he was far enough away he pulled off to the side of the road and parked. The flood gates opened and he openly sobbed into the stealing wheel. He brought both his hands up to cover his face, even though no one was watching. He met his mother, and she was wonderful.

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[rxttenfish]

SUPER super late. but. please talk to me ab liam de lioncourt for the redesign. he is my <3 and i am literally so content starved AFCHDHDGXG

no worries! you can send me asks about the redesigns at any time - this is very much a long term project for me, as i've been working on it... well over a year, honestly!

likewise, it helps me pace myself and not burn out, since i've been holding onto this ask for a few days because life has been rough. there's a lot to get through still and a lot to still work out, so even though i've been providing big blocks of text, i still consider any redesign other than merfolk to still be in its infancy!

so! vampires!

vampirism as it is, is a magical virus. it's adapted most specifically to humans, but it has made the jump to other mammalian sapients before. the werewolves are the second most common species to be affected other than humans, and catfolk are the third. (i'll probably add more mammalian sapient species in the future, but they'll likely be lower in number than the other two anyways, and werewolves are just genetically the closest to humans).

it's pretty hard-locked to mammals though, normal for a virus to have a preferred host, so merfolk and gorgons are naturally immune, and it requires a living host, so ghosts and resurrected undead are going to also be safe, and it's specifically biological in origin with magic adaptations, so entirely magically constructed species like demons are immune too.

it's passed either from blood-to-blood contact, or through vampire saliva coming in contact with blood. even when infection occurs, the infected person might still simply pass away due to the illness, instead of becoming a new vampire. the likelihood of surviving is somewhat higher among innate/native magic users, as magic's most common role in the body is to bolster the immune system.

now, this is a virus which has magical adaptations to a degree, and when it infects a host that magic starts to be seen. because it follows suit with other viruses in modifying the host to better pass on the virus to something else, be it behaviorally or physically. and, because this is a magical virus, it can do some things that normal viruses just can't do.

namely, it will literally modify the body. the nature of magic means that it picks up on traces of the environment its surrounded by, slightly modifying the magic and how it behaves when it is used - so vampirism will usually end up modifying the host in ways similar to certain animals around them, and especially animals that may have carried it as a vector. mosquitoes, dogs, cats, rats, fleas, leeches, and, yes, bats, are all common, but because magic is weird, the new bodily changes seldom... mesh well together. this is where a large portion of new vampires die, as the virus is basically regurgitating a transformation onto them without consideration as to what the host's anatomy is supposed to be or how it is supposed to function. it has some consistent themes, however, in usually focusing around the mouth and modifying the digestive system to be capable of ingesting blood.

this comes with a new compulsion to try and eat blood. and i do mean compulsion when i say that - while there are certainly vampires that have been impacted in a bad enough way to make eating their usual diet difficult to impossible, most vampires can still eat what they've always been eating! in fact, the virus doesn't ever truly compensate for the shifting nutritional needs, so they'll still need what they've always needed out of what they eat, with the only difference being that now they can digest blood too.

in fact, vampirism is... largely pretty survivable, if the virus itself doesn't kill you. it requires accommodation, and even if there was a cure it would probably kill the vampires to do so (as they need the virus's capacity for magic just to keep their bodies working now), but they're still the same person. most of the time, if they try to eat normal food, they'll feel sick and be disgusted by it, but this occurs on a spectrum, and is capable of getting better over time. similarly, foods that merely look like blood can be a good workaround, not to mention the fact that the virus makes no distinction on animal or person blood. it can get bad if they don't have this understanding and willingness to accommodate, but you could say that about anyone, since desperation seldom makes anyone pleasant.

in fact, there are some... pretty weird interactions between vampirism and the human body, and if a vampire can manage their new needs long-term, then they find that their body has basically forgot how to age or die of old age, and the magic introduced by the virus effectively freezes their body as it was when they were infected. they can still be killed, though, even if their healing factor similarly gets odd, and one of the go-to methods is by removing the head and placing it away from the body.

( this, of course, is based on the old methods of vampire burial, though i don't believe dirt in the mouth would do it)

moving on to liam in particular, i've actually already drawn him before!

however, this was... quite a while ago? before i started really settling on some details for the redesign universe, and making it actually cohesive as a universe with its own rules, so he's very outdated by now.

i think i might actually begin to move away from the bat influences from him? because that has started to bother me- because vampire bats were only known by europeans after they were described in 1810. it doesnt really, then, make a lot of sense for a european vampire that predates things like the columbian exchange to be influenced by their real-life counterparts. of course, bats were still associated with vampires before then, but, remember, so were wolves and owls, both which notably have no version of themselves that solely subsists on blood.

if anything, as i work on him again and slowly begin to fuss over vampires again, i might make him be more evocative of a bat instead of an actual bat, much like what i've done with vera and gorgons or scott and werewolves. i have always had a soft spot for vampires with proboscises ala The Strain, so i might grab something similar, just to further muddy the water with the tooth connection.

otherwise, fairly normal liam? i can say that, since vampirism is magical in origin and is prone to infecting innate/native magic users, that this would bolster someone's internal pool of useable magic, which has some particularly fun implications as it ties back into his history with the coven!

[wisewidow]

Hello, Your Parents Want Me To Have Your Babies

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Melina, my workplace’s neighbour, wants to set me up with her daughter.

I'd only ever hear about Natasha every couple of weeks, when her adoptive father, the mechanic that owned the garage workshop beside my father's cafe slash bar, met up with my uncle for beers one day last year. Ever since then, our families have been loosely intertwined, friendly but not too close. Alexei fixed my mom's wrecked car for a cheap price, in return I let his youngest daughter Yelena have free coffees whenever she pops over.

From what my father told me, Alexei's entire family, including his wife, were all involved in the family business of repairing cars, except for his eldest daughter: Natasha, who turned out to be an FBI agent living in Quantico. Dad says they're proud of her but they miss her.

"(Y/N)," my brother calls from the kitchen. I put down my phone and find him balancing three plates of sandwiches and a salad in his spindly arms.

He opens his mouth to explain the orders, but I cut him off.

"Alexei," I say, pointing to the bacon and egg sandwich. "A salad for Melina. The tuna and tomato roll is Yelena's. Did they want drinks?"

Peter nods. "Four coffees and a large bottle of water, they already have them."

I ruffle his hair to thank him and grab the plates, balancing the third on my forearm until I can place it on a tray. I carry it outside, years of waitressing practice keeping it balanced, and head towards the garage.

"Melina?" I call. Moments later the raven haired woman slips out of the office and smiles. She yells something in Russian that causes Yelena to slide out from under a silver BMW, covered in black grease. Alexei appears moments later wielding a spanner.

They hound me for their orders, gratefully patting my shoulder and carrying their food away to their separate stations. Yelena disappears into the shadows with her sandwich, and her father to his desk, but Melina simply brightens and says, "(Y/N), have you heard? Natalia is visiting."

"Yes!" Alexei yells around a mouthful of bread. "Family, reunion! Grandbabies!"

Melina hisses something in their mother tongue. I laugh, and then ask if Natasha was bringing her kids, though I wasn't aware she had any.

"He means nothing of it, Natalia is focused on work at the moment. Too focused, I think. No babies. No partner."

"Tell her about her penthouse!" Alexei encourages.

Melina flaps a hand at him in irritation. "Yes, well, she has broken up with Bruce, the shy scientist from work. And then Sharon, charming field operative, also from work. And now she refuses to date. Because of work."

I chuckle nervously. "Where are you going with this?"

Melina smiles innocently. "Nowhere. What happened to your last girlfriend, again? Your father mentioned something about . . ."  The look in her eyes is enough to egg me on, though the subject is one I rarely speak of these days.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I say, "Carol left to travel Europe."

"Shame," she nods sympathetically. "You don't seem bothered. Are you not looking for a relationship?"

"Not actively, but I'm sure another troublemaker will find me. I don't have a good track record of steady relationships," I admit.

"Neither does Natalia!" Alexei shouts.

"Oh!" I say. "Does she want Carol's number? Or my friend Harley, she's not looking for commitment."

Yelena snickers. Alexei frowns. Melina chuckles. "No, no, Natalia needs someone she doesn't work with, and you need someone serious, and we need grandbabies before we die, since Yelena neglects it."

I flush a bright red. "Grandb— I'm— okay, first of all, neither of us have the equipment for that—"

"Neither did Dad," Yelena pipes up, referring to the fact that she and her sister were adopted.

"Hey!"

"(Y/N)!" Peter calls, rounding the corner. "Ned's coming over to pick me up, we need to finish our physics project. Uncle Ben should be here soon, can you manage the bar until he gets here?"

I jump onto the excuse and yell back affirmation, say a quick goodbye to Melina before speed-walking back to the cafe.

Peter leaves with Ned soon after, and Ben arrives at around the same time. I move to the kitchens while he takes over serving our regulars, as he's friendlier with them than me.

I work on making more sandwiches and tapas meals until four, when my shift ends. I kiss Uncle Ben on the cheek and head home.

The smell of paprikash greets me as I unlock the door to my apartment, which I guess means that my roommate is home. I call out a hello to her and head to the shower.

I groan happily as the hot water rains down on my front. I close my eyes and lean my head back, thinking over how strange the day had been, and lose myself in a trance of relaxation.

"(Y/N/N)!" Wanda barges in. I jump and almost slip grabbing the shower curtain to cover my body as I peek out at her.

"I'm naked," I hiss.

She ignores me and holds up two clothes hangers. "Pantsuit or dress?"

I push my wet hair out of my face. "Uh, are you bar-hopping with Vision or going to a family dinner?"

"Get together with some friends," she explains. "Vis, Sam, Steve and some guy named Bucky who I'm informed we're supposed to be pretending Steve isn't in love with, do you know him?"

"Nope."

"Okay, well, he's bringing some friends, so I'm bringing you. Don't make that face, you know almost everyone."

"I don't feel like getting drunk," I complain.

"Good! You can be the designated driver. Pantsuit or dress?"

Grumbling, I tell her, "Dress."

"Okay, thanks, you wear the pantsuit, be ready by seven. May the Force be with you!"

She ducks as I throw my shampoo bottle at her. We bicker and mock and tease as I pat myself dry and she changes into the scarlet dress.  While she braids her hair, I carefully slip into the navy and white striped pantsuit, and we move into her bedroom to make use of her vanity, since the sun's lowering position in the sky shone straight into the window while my room would be encased in dimness by now. I sit in the chair and she leans over me, brushing her eyelashes with delicate mascara.  We fall into our normal going-out-getting-ready rhythm, periodically handing each other different brushes, comparing lipstick shades, and commenting on our days. She tells me about her brother's latest shenanigans and I make the grave mistake of commenting on Melina's attempted set-up earlier today, much to Wanda's entertainment. The two had never met but they both shared the pure ecstasy that came with matchmaking involving me.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Wanda wonders.

"I've seen photos," I shrug. "She's a redhead. Yelena says she changes hairstyles often."

"That doesn't answer my question! Pretty redhead or no?"

"They were baby photos, Wanda! I didn't have an opinion on her looks past the Wonder Woman pajamas."

She hums, and turns to draw a small heart under my left eye with her gel liner pen. "It would be nice if you wound up with her, but if you do fall madly in love with her beautiful red locks and decide to move to Washington to marry her and have her babies, I will murder you. You pay your rent on time and you're fun and please, please do not make me move back in with my brother."

"Why does everyone keep bringing up babies?" I yell.

An hour later we're pulling up to the bar in the back of  a cab arguing about getting a cat. The debate of whose bathroom would host the litter tray is interrupted by Wanda spotting Vision through the window and quickly smacking my arm and hissing at me to hurry up and pay so she can sneak in and scare him. Unfortunately, I can't locate my purse inside my bag.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), go, go, go . . ."

"Wanda, Wanda, going, going, going . . . Aha!" I pay the driver and find myself being ushered inside before I can put my purse back in my bag.

Sam, a friend of Wanda's from college, ends up foiling her evil master plan by pointing her out as soon as she walks in the door. Vision, being a good sport, pretends to be startled when she yells "BOO!" in his ear. As she cackles manically before sliding into the chair beside him, I notice the only free space is by the pretty blonde woman beside a man with brown hair pulled into a bun.

"Oh, look who I dragged out with me!" Wanda exclaims, taking a sip of Vision's drink and making a grand gesture with her hands. "(Y/N)!"

I'm greeted with a chorus of hello's. I bow and grin as I sit by the woman and offer a polite smile. Steve leans over points to the brunet man. "This is Bucky, we were close as friends. As kids. We were close as friends, when we were kids."

Sam snorts into his beer.

Steve clears his throat awkwardly. "And this is his partner from work, Nat."

I get a closer inspection and my eyes widen in shock. "Natalia?"

"Her name is Natasha." Steve corrects.

"I thought her name was Natalie?" Vision frowns.

"She goes by Nat, who cares?" Sam shrugs.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova?" Wanda yelps. "(Y/N)! You didn't tell me this was the Natalia!"

"The what? I— Do I know you two?" Natasha asks, bewildered.

"Not me!" Wanda says, and then makes a motion for zipping her lips shut.

Everyone turns to me. I chuckle nervously. "I should probably explain. Hi, I'm (Y/N), your parents want me to have your babies."

[themadauthorshatter]

It's been a long time since I made a Toppat!Charles Part.

I'm not really going to add a recap from the last part this time, sorry.

I'll add the links though:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

This part will have elements of this video, which I recommend watching before reading this part:

We start off in the CCC this time, with one a chaos reader biting her nails as Bill Bullet approaches.

"Any problems here?"

"It's the chaos readings, sir," she explains. "Since the Toppats left Earth, we've been seeing a steady increase in chaos around the globe from unpredictable weather patterns to more reports of crime rate."

"What were the numbers before?"

"7.4."

"Now?"

"11.8."

Bullet tears his glasses off as he notices a blinking red spot on a large monitor the workers use as a reference. It's close to the U.S, but Bill hones in on the location to see it's in the middle of the desert, where the government and Toppats once fought. In this location, the mumbers increase from 11.8 to 12.3, so Bill gulps as he takes a step back.

"Orders, sir? Do we need any protocols?"

Bullet is silent and notices one of those line graphs where it goes up or down dependong on the variable over time and sees the name of the person being monitored: H. Stickmin (Suave).

He takes this as he replies, "Not yet. If things get out of hand, you know what button to press."

The entire room gasps at their corporal.

"Sir, you can't mean it. He's one of our most valuable subjects!"

"If things get out of hand, and those numbers keep going up, DO NOT HESITATE TO PUSH THAT DAMN BUTTON! UNDERSTAND!?"

Everyone collectively locks eyes with the woman with readings, who gulps as she nods. "Y-yes, sir."

"Good. Back to work."

Another readings worker speaks up, "But, Sir? What about Henry Stickmin?"

Bill Bullet is silent as he walks out of the room, mentally praying that Henry knows what he's doing.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, let's check in on them😁

Just as Charles fires his gun, Henry darts forward and tackles his friend down, causing the bullet to stray from its path and trim off a bit of Reginald's mustache.

The two scuffle on the ground, only it's much more violent than the sapphire heist because now Heney is focused and Charles has officially snapped. There's punching and shouting from Charles as he and Henry fight over the gun.

"GET BACK!" Henry shouts as he points the gun skyward and toward the ground, shooting both times before Charles headbutts him and smacks him across the brow with the gun.

Henry shakes off the hit and wipes off some blood as he mutters, "Just like training."

Charles and Right meet eyes and Charles prepares to aim again as Right pushes Reginald behind him and transforms his cybernetic hand into a sword.

Henry grabs Charles around the middle and pulls him back down, grabbing his hand and making him waste another bullet.

Terrence winces at the sudden itch in his neck before realizing what's just been triggered and backing away from the group. Ellie, however, SEES this.

"You selfish prick!"

"Not now, Red, just keep your distance."

"How can you leave your son like this!? He needs you!"

Charles and Galeforce hear this and it just makes Charles PISSED.

The former pilot flips Henry onto his back, holds him fown by his hair, and starts using the gun as more of a hammer, holding it by the barrel and trying to hit Henry with where the ammunition goes. I say trying because Henry keeps wriggling and tossing and turning away as much as he can. He eventually catches Charles's hand and pushes it up so Charles basically hits himself and knocks the gun out of Charles's hand.

Charles grabs Henry by the sides of his head, by the hair, and starts slamming him into the ground as hard as he can.

"Why are you all the same!?" He shouts. "When you want me around, it's just so you can use me, but when you're done with me, you'll just throw me away! First the government, then you and Ellie, now THEM!?"

Henry sees stars as he is left hearing Charles breakdown further.

"Is that how you all see me!? Am I just some damned TOOL to you!? ANSWER ME! TELL ME THE TRUTH! WHAT AM I TO YOU!?"

Reg takes advantage of the diversion and grabs a small device that fell from Charles's top hat when Henry first tackled him: a little earpiece that is used to communicate with Burt or anyone else on the Station.

"Boss? Are you alright? I heard gunshots!"

"Sven, please be a dear and send us back now!"

"Sir Reginald? You're alive!"

Charles notices lets go of Henry, and grabs the gun as fast as he can. "NO!"

"Sven, BEAM US UP NOW!" Right shouts.

Charles races toward them as he shoots, hitting Reginald in the leg before both are beamed up to safety.

Charles drops to his knees, shaking as he weepsto himself, "They're gone. They got away... again. They left without me."

Henry crawls over to Charles and sits next to him, slowly taking the gun away from him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Charles slowly and almost twitchingly turns to Henry, eyes wide with shock and adrenaline. Then they narrow with anger.

"You ruined everything."

It hits Henry almost as hard as the left hook Charles sends into his face.

"You made me lose my job, my home, my helicopter, MY OWN DAMN MIND! AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Charles slashes at Henry with a knife he's hidden in his coat, just cutting the jacket Henry's wearing and giving a small cut on the belly.

Their fight now becomes a game of crazy cat with a knife and mouse with multiverse powers, even though Henry still gets some punches in.

He makes the mistake of getting too close and Charles grabs his hair like before from when he tried to hit Henry with the gun.

They fall and Henry catches Charles hand when he goes for a stab. Even though he's weaker, Charles puts as much weight can on Henry, because he's over bend at this point, and Henry yells as he's pricked by the tip of the knife.

With a jerk, he rips himself free, resulting in some hair loss, and throws Charles off of him.

The two have a stand off and stare down, bloodied, bruised, and tired.

"You're not going to stop, are you?"

Henry shakes his head.

Charles drop his knife and slyly picks the gun bsck up as he gives Henry a tired smile.

"You shouldn't have tried so hard."

Just as Charles raises the gun again, Galeforce shoots. He hits Charles in the hand, well, more like he almost shoots off Charles's thumb and puts a hole in his hand.

Charles screams out and holds his hand as Henry grabs and holds him from behind. He stomps on his foot and tries to run, but stumbles and falls down.

"Don't make me shoot you again, Charlie!" Galeforce shouts as he points his gun at him, tears in his eyes. "Don't make me, son!"

Charles is frozen on the ground, trembling as his breathing goes ragged.

He collapses on the ground, passing out right there.

Henry does what I call the hero-ship-half-dead pick up and picks up Charles to see if he's alright.

Ellie sort of limps in but crouches next to Henry to also check on him.

"Don't worry, you two. He just passed out."

Terrence feels the itch in his neck go away and takes a breath as he gets a little closer.

Galeforce joins Henry and Ellie and brushes some hair out of Charles's face. "Don't worry, Charlie. You're home now."

He turns to Henry and Ellie, and Terrence. "Let's get back to the base."

Henry picks up Charles and carries him to the truck they used; Reg got motion sick in the helicopter and Terrence was dangerously close to the door.

As Ellie loads up with Terrence's help, she stops for a second. "Um, General? What about the Toppat Clan? They both got away."

Galeforce looks up at the station and shakes his head. "We'll worry about them later. For now, let's just take care of Charlie."

Henry climbs in and keeps holding onto his friend, not letting him go when medics tend to them both.

Back with the CCC, the chaos readings decrease from 13.9 to 9.4 and dropping.

Bill sighs before looking back at the line graph he's been reading.

After Henry's escape from the Wall with Ellie, courtesy of Charles, the chaos reads were as low as 5.2. That number was maintained or lowered until the Toppat Clan went into space, which started off the increase of chaos.

With a very dad-like groan, Bill rests his elbows on his knees and holds his face in his hand, contemplating his decision to take Henry into the CCC.

AMD THAT IS PART 9!!!!! CHARLES IS FINALLY HOME, THANK GOODNESS!! I mean, it's not good Right and Reginald got away, but fuck it. WE GOT OUR FAVORITE PILOT BACK! HE'S HOOOOOOOME!

Thank you so much for your patience with this one. The later half of 2020 and beginning of 2021 have not been easy for me mentally, especially with recent events in my personal life, but things will hopefully be changing soon, I'm praying so hard for it to be the case.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this part and thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking around and being patient!!

AND HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!!

[misstartrekandel]

3rd Wheel

707 x reader

Aanndd it's based off this picture I found on tumblr

However instead of selfies its video diaries :) and yes this was originally posted on my wattpad, so of you see it on there that's why, no plagiarism here

Saeran faced the camera his twin had given him. It was recording but it took him a moment to find the right words.

"A part of my "recovery" is expressing myself through journaling. However my...brother...and his..girlfriend- suggest it would probably be better to talk about my feelings than to write them. Something about better verbal communication so Sae...so Saeyo...Saeyoung gave me this camera...but MC came up with the idea first...I've only been here for- maybe two weeks...since I left..Mint Eye-"

The name of the place seemed to drag him back where he was weeks back. The pain and loneliness he felt still left the same sinking feeling in his chest, not fully able to forgive his brother but also feeling betrayed by the one person he thought cared about him. He slammed his hands on the desk the camera was placed and then soon stopped the recording and stormed off from his room, not exactly going anywhere but simply to leave behind the device that brought up those emotions.

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He pushed record on his camera and brushed the crumbs off the corners of his mouth. "So today MC made us cookies. They tasted good. I liked them. I like her too. She's..nice. I don't know how my- how he got so lucky. I just-" He pressed his hands to his temples "I guess I just wanted to say that the cookies were good. Chocolate chip. I hope she makes more...."

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Instead of the camera showing Saerans bedroom as it normally does, this time it was an area with concrete floors and cages full of animals.

"So Saeyoung wanted to get a cat. I feel terrible about any one of the unfortunate animals he picks today. MC will treat it okay, but Saeyoung...he just can't be trusted with cats. But he insisted. And MC agreed. So here we are."

He angled the camera to show the large collection of felines surrounding him, then to his sibling and his girlfriend examining one of the kittens.

"Really Saeyoung? I mean, I just..- don't people normally get either the cutest cat or the ugliest one? That is the most..umm..boring cat in here. Especially for your taste."

Saeyoung grinned as he picked up the grey tabby and held the pet to his chest. "Ah well I'm pretty sure the author of this is so used to seeing other authors use either an incredibly messed up cat or a perfect one and really just wanted your average house cat. You know to be original."

Both MC and Saeran looked at him quizzically, however neither of them had the the ability to reply to his comment about his choice of pet, and with 707s girlfriend being quite familiar with being left speechless, decided to simply leave and go to the adoption worker.

"Oh...oh okay she just left umm okay hold on." And he turned off the camera.

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"So today I got some rather exciting news. According to.. S-Saeyoung I'm going to be his "best man". Basically MC is going to be my sister!...in law? Sister in law? Sister in law yeah...they're gonna get married. I guess weddings are a big deal. They're taking several months to prepare this...I can't believe that he's able to commit to her when he-...sorry MC said that a part of my recovery is to forgive and forget. Apart of moving on so I...well I guess if anything I'll be happy for her. But I don't want to wear that jacket...."

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The cameras view showed Saeran in a tuxedo, hair still unkempt, and a white table cloth, with a piece of uneaten cake.

"They finally got married today. They're so gross...anyways MC looks really pretty, her dress is long, I've never seen one like it. We stood at this post thing with a priest or whoever who said they could get married. It was very long and not very exciting. Eventually we got cake though and that was nice. Its not too bad at all actually. Look at them dancing. They're terrible at it."

He changes the view of the camera to the newlyweds as they clumsily danced hand in hand.

"They'll be gone for 3 days for a 'honeymoon'. Which is better for me...they're uhm...loud sometimes so...ahem I should go now."

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"Right now MC and I are making a gift." He points the lens to her and she lightly smiles and waves, still decorating the small box in her hands.

"Wanna show what we will put in the box?" Said camera man asked, and MC grinned and held up a stick with two lines on one end.

"We decided it was best to put this in a box before we put it in a jar of candy, you know because if not that would be incredibly gross." She explained, then dropped the object into the gift box.

"We're watching all of the Avengers movies tonight, mainly for me to catch up. He will probably eat the entire jar before the first movie even starts so I'm sure I actually won't be able to see anything..." Saeran said with a hidden grin "But it's okay, I think I would rather see Saeyoungs reaction than any movie so..."

"OMG I'M GOING TO BE A DAD??? YOU'RE GONNA BE A MOM?! AND YOU'RE GONNA BE AN UNCLE OH MY GOD-"

"Jesus Christ Saeyoung shut up you're so loud. I knew this was gonna happen that one night I couldn't sleep because you two-"

"Be civil. You're brothers. And Saeran do not finish that sentence."

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"Look at this!" The younger twin pointed to his sister in laws stomach, then touched a certain area and made a noise of excitement once he felt the babies movement "They move! They move! I didn't know they could feel me! Saeyoung come here! Your kid is kicking!"

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Idk this was surprisingly hard to write. I wanted to show Saerans recovery but also not move to fast and make him OOC (if it wasnt clear this takes place over a long period of time). Kinda failed at that. It was a cute idea but I think I bit off more than I could chew with his character, especially since Cheritz can't exactly show all of his character development, and I'm not sure what it's like to get over being brainwashed and drugged. I just really love stories where my Choi boys are united :)

Thank you for reading this junk~