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kraken17 · 17 days

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List of dimensional variants/counterparts of Enid and Wednesday introduced in my fanfiction Kooky Spooky in order of appearance.

This means that other characters that are counterparts such as Taylor Galpin, the Yoko and Weems from Agent A's dimension and the rest of the Adamos (High Fantasy Addams Family) are not on this list. Only Enids and Weds.

(Artwork from Kris6758 on Twitter)

First, those with some weight in the plot:

Eamon Sinclair (Chapter 1): Initially named in Chapter 1, with no formal appearance until Chapter 43. Eamon is a male counterpart of Enid and husband of Friday (the Wednesday from the 1973 cartoon). Basically, he is "our" Enid if she had been born male. Standard lycanthrope, though exceptionally strong.

Thursday (Chapter 9): Wednesday Thursday Addams. As Eamon, a male counterpart to Wednesday and Friday's cell neighbor. He looks identical to a teenage Gomez but with no mustache and with Fester's pallor.

Enid Saint-Clair (Chapter 19): The Enid of Woe's dimension (the Wednesday of the '90s movies). Brunette, of Greek descent and werecat rather than werewolf. Affable and nice, though with psychopathic tendencies and a love for exacerbated violence. Loves to fight people who can keep up with her. To call her "kitten" is to invite death. Better just call her “Nid”.

Agent A (Chapter 22): Wednesday Tuesday Addams. The Wednesday from a dimension gone to hell (literally). She's a grown woman in her forties, dresses like she's a MIB and is a practitioner of magic. She's also one of the few Wednesdays who doesn't make use of her pigtails or pull her hair back in any way, leaving her hair loose. If you want to put a face on her, I imagine her as Hailee Steinfeld about 16 years from now.

Wodnesdæg (Chapter 35): Lord Wodnesdæg of the House of Adamo, Prince of the Kingdom of Nova Gersia. Wod to his closest family and friends. Trans male version of Wednesday. He collects his hair in two short but thick pigtails. Likes to wear black armor that makes him look like the stereotypical Dark Lord from a fantasy novel, but first impressions aside his personality is closer to that of a Gomez Addams.

Eneit Synklar (Chapter 35): Enid's variant from Wodnesdæg's dimension and his betrothed. A barbarian and werewolf princess Enid, extremely tall and muscular, usually dressed in furs or light leather armor. Very outgoing, affable and friendly, though she lacks a bit of tact and has no qualms about breaking in half anyone who messes with her loved ones.

Now, the ones that are more cameos:

Chapter 43:

A golden tyrannosaurus Enid and her ape-like sidekick Wednesday, inspired by the original comic book versions of Devil Dinosaur and Moon Boy.

A middle-aged futuristic soldier Enid.

A Wednesday who looks like a living marble statue with golden cracks adorning her skin and luminous white hair.

A Wednesday and Enid who look like stereotypical pirates.

Chapter 45:

Gargoyle Enid. A purple-skinned Enid with horns, tail and wings, inspired by the characters from the Disney series Gargoyles.

Cyborg-lycanthrope Enid.

Vampire Wednesday, armed with a spear.

Reverse Enid and Wednesday: A violent lycanthropic but black-furred Enid accompanied by a disturbingly extroverted blonde Wednesday.

The younglings: A group of five or six young Wednesdays, the oldest no older than seven.

Saiyan Enid: A brunette-haired martial artist Enid with ki abilities, orange robes, staff and monkey tail. Inspired by Dragon Ball, although it can be interpreted as a reference to Journey to the West as well.

Gunslinger Enid and Wednesday, as if out of a classic Hollywood Western.

Sasquatch Enid.

The witches: Two Enids, one of them in school uniform and wand-wielding, clearly inspired by the Potterverse novels/films or other similar works. The second Enid, with green skin and black clothes, pointy hat and broom is more inspired by The Wizard of Oz and Wicked.

Punk-looking Enid with cybernetic implants like blades in her arms. Inspired by Cyberpunk 2077.

Angelic Enid, alternates between a humanoid form with wings and a fire-wheel form with multiple eyes.

Hellboy Wednesday (Hellgirl?).

And those are all as of chapter 47. If there are more additions, this list will be updated.

#wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wenclair fic #wenclair fanfic #wenid #eniday #the addams family #multiverse #fanfiction #altogether ooky #kooky spooky #multiversal variants #interdimensional counterparts #archive of our own #a03 fic #ao3 link #wednesday netflix #wednesday

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mymainwastoocluttered · 1 year

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Birthday Cake (Malleus Draconia)

There's actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

On one hand, he’s really happy that he got invited to something, and by the person he loves the most no less. On the other hand, he’s a bit upset that she’s making an event on his birthday and depriving him of a nice outing to look at the gargoyles and celebrate. Sure, she sent him a very cute letter to wish him a good birthday together with the invitation for the event, but other than that, he has not seen her during the day. Not even once.

— (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Malleus spent the entire day stirring a complicated mix of feelings inside his gut.

Lilia enjoyed teasing him for “pouting” far too much.

There’s still a mischievous smile on his mentor’s face as they walk to Ramshackle after classes. Silver looks uncharacteristically watchful—which is something coming from the ever so sharp knight in training—, but there’s no tension on his shoulders, no sign of threat anywhere. Sebek is, for the lack of a better word, jittery, and has barely directed a word to Malleus after he wished him a great birthday in the morning. While being known for not “having any chill”—the Prefect’s words—, today Sebek seems even more agitated than usual.

Malleus isn’t sure what to think about that.

Their odd behavior doesn’t get better as they approach the old dorm’s door, much to his confusion. Ramshackle is widely known for being the most peaceful place in Night Raven College, as it houses the ever so kind Prefect, whose kindness never falters whenever someone needs it. All students know that this is truly neutral ground, and that if they think it wise to defy the magicless student, they’ll be met with the fury of all seven Housewardens.

So how come these two are so nervous?

“Did… something happen?” he asks, finally, tired of their antics and still upset with the lack of his Child of Man on the day that is supposed to be his.

“No, something is about to happen!” Lilia laughs, floating above the ground like a giddy bat. “Go on, open the door!”

Malleus wants to ask, but he figures none will tell him. Not when even Sebek, who’s always tripping in his words to tell Malleus the smallest details of, well, everything, hasn’t said anything yet. Oh, well. If Lilia knows what’s going on, it can’t be too bad.

So he opens the doors.

And steps back, startled.

“SURPRISE!”

Standing there, with a big smile and a bigger glittery “happy birthday, Malleus” plaque, is his beloved Child of Man. She beams at him, shaking the paper a bit before throwing it over her shoulder so she can throw her arms around his torso and hug him tight. Behind her is a large group of people, from all Houses, all wearing party hats and holding confetti poppers.

“... what?”

A quick flash of light brings him back to his senses just in time to see Cater Diamond dive behind Trey Clover in between giggles. Malleus blinks a few times before a soft chuckle leaves his lips, arms finally moving to hug his dear Prefect.

He has heard of surprise parties, and Lilia has thrown a few over the decades he’s been alive, but he has never seen one like this.

“... thank you, this is the best birthday party I’ve ever had.”

“Wait until you see the cake!” (Y/N) grins up at him, leaving his embrace—much to his displeasure—only to take his hands in hers. “I worked really hard on it with Trey!”

The inside of the dorm is all decorated in black, white and Diasomnia green, with balloons and ribbons and “happy birthday” banners. There’s a lot of people, including people Malleus can’t believe are here—how in the world did she convince Leona Kingscholar and Idia Shroud to come will be forever beyond him. He allows her to pull him to the table where a beautiful two tier cake sits. The base is a dark gray that reminds him of a castle, and around the top tier is curled a very familiar dragon. On top of it sits a very beautiful gargoyle candle.

“I asked Crewel to enchant the dragon so it won’t go bad,” the Prefect explains as he takes in the cake, standing near his chair.

“I have no words to show how happy I am right now.”

“Ugh, stop your melodrama and get on with it,” that’s definitely Leona Kingscholar, who’s thrown on some couch like a ragdoll.

(Y/N) beams—she actually bounces a little in place—, asking someone to turn off the lights and light the gargoyle candle. Malleus knows this tradition, and claps along as everyone sings the birthday song. Some voices are louder and more enthusiastic than others, but none of them matter when his dear Child of Man is right by his side, allowing him to hear her clearly. Her cheers are the only one he hears when he blows the candle, the air leaving his lungs carrying his wish to become closer to the darling girl.

“Who is the first slice for?” the Prefect asks once the lights go back on, already taking off the candle and the dragon so the cake can be cut.

“The first slice?”

“Where I came from, you give the first slice of your birthday cake to the person you love the most!”

“Then it is yours.”

The best part of this birthday, as Malleus will remember for the rest of his long life, is the heavy blush that covers her cheeks and the blinding smile she offers him as she eats the first slice of his birthday cake.

From now on, all of his birthdays will have cake, so he can keep giving the first slice to his most loved.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #a series of birthday cakes

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visit-new-york · 8 months

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Chrysler Building - Rise and Fall in Height Supremacy

Top of the World: While it once reigned as the world's tallest building, the Chrysler Building is no longer the tallest in New York City.

Art Deco Aesthetic: The building's architectural style is unmistakably Art Deco, characterized by geometric patterns and ornate embellishments.

Exterior Elegance: Its exterior is adorned with stainless steel cladding, decorative brickwork, and limestone accents, creating a visually striking contrast.

Terraced Crown: Perhaps one of the most recognizable features of the building is its distinctive terraced crown, which was inspired by automotive design and resembles the radiator grille of a car.

Eagle Gargoyles: This crown houses a set of seven eagle gargoyles, each meticulously crafted and strategically placed on the corners of the 61st floor, symbolizing ambition and freedom.

Car-Inspired Design Elements

Automotive Influence: The exterior design of the Chrysler Building is adorned with decorative elements inspired by the automobile industry, including radiator caps and hubcaps, reflecting the era's fascination with progress.

Art Deco Grandeur: Inside the building, the lobby exudes opulence and grandeur, featuring marble walls, ornate metalwork, and intricate Art Deco patterns that echo the building's exterior design.

Construction Costs: The construction of the Chrysler Building came at a staggering cost of around $20 million during the late 1920s, making it one of the most expensive construction projects of its time.

Impact of the Great Depression: Despite its initial grandeur, the completion of the Chrysler Building coincided with the onset of the Great Depression, which impacted its initial occupancy and financial viability.

Honoring a Pioneer: The building's name, the "Chrysler Building," pays homage to Walter P. Chrysler, a pioneering figure in the automobile industry and the driving force behind the company.

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theaceace · 5 months

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Ok so when Rose gives the heart back to unity once more rendering her the vortex and then she dies in her sleep, something goes wrong (either because Desire set a sneaky trap or because it's close enough to breaking the rules of Endless not hurting family) that there's an explosive reaction, and when the chaos dies down Rose is still in the dreaming even though that definitely should have woken her up and Dream is nowhere to be found

Now Rose is stuck in the dreaming, and after a quick five minutes of panicking, comes to the conclusion with Lucienne and Unity that she'll have to track Dream down and get him to fix this. Lucienne needs to return to the palace to keep the dreaming running smoothly, Unity despite seeming chill about it has just DIED and also has never actually used any of her vortex powers the way Rose has and I'm basically just handwaving the fact that Rose is going to have to search for Dream on her own

Or not entirely on her own! Matthew is there, because every young woman embarking on a solo adventure needs a sassy talking animal sidekick, them's the rules

So Rose and Matthew set out on a trek through the dreaming, and this is the point where I could get wildly creative if I had the brainpower, and come up with fantastical dreamworlds

Because this is an AU and I say that being the descendent of an Endless should have some perks, Rose can still travel between dreams, she just can't affect them/the waking world or bring down the walls between dreams the way she could before. She's more akin to Matthew or Lucienne than a vortex, despite being human and aliveSo they spend a while chasing dead ends and leads that go nowhere until they wind up in some dream set in a pretty normal pub, and in true dreamlogic fashion there are people in clothes that come from a mishmash of the last 7 centuries, eating by rushlight while on their phones. But! Rose looks over and there's Dream! Amazing, they found him!

Matthew's like uhhhhh, I've spent a lotta time with the bossman, Rose, I'm not so sure that's - but it's too late she's already marching over

Meanwhile, Hob has been having a really nice dream in which his Stranger enjoys his company and didn't stand him up and doesn't wander off to 'inspire' any upstart playwrights and smiles at him like he did when they finally met up again a couple of weeks ago or whenever it was. He really wasn't expecting it to be interrupted by a girl rushing over to grab his Stranger's shoulder all excited about how we've found you Dream we were so worried are you ok???

And look. Hob is pretty used to rolling with the punches. After seven hundred years on planet earth, you gotta be. But this is, he hates to say, a pretty fucking weird turn for his dream to take usually it turns more toward his Stranger bending him over the table ahem

Also there's a talking bird. Why not

Rose has now realised that this Dream is not, in fact, the real Dream. BUT that means this guy must know Dream! Maybe he can help out? And Matthew is like wait, wait a second. You. YOU'RE the guy the boss went all starry-eyed (literally) over???

Hob reckons uuuuuhhhhh probably not? Took him seven hundred years to admit they're friends, and Matthew is like holy shit that hussy

Anyway I want Rose Hob and Matthew to go on a roadtrip adventure to save Dream is what I'm getting at. I was to continue the glorious tradition of Hob learning things about his friend (😍) thanks to other people and not from his friend himself (😭). I want Hob to play accidental therapist to Rose like he does to his students. I want Matthew to mock him mercilessly. I want Hob to sometimes be an asshole. I want them to BOND

And I want them to make it to the house of secrets and the house of mysteries where Hob is forcibly reminded that he was raised a Catholic medieval peasant when he sits down for tea with Cain and Abel (who think that Gadling would be an excellent name for a gargoyle if Morpheus ever makes another).

I want Abel to offhandedly mention something unspeakably horrible in the basement, but when Rose opens that door it just leads into a big fancy hallway? They go through anyway, and something feels different about this dream. Matthew is all 'I got a bad feeling about this' because Patton Oswalt loves Star wars and I think it's funny. Maybe they see a stuffed raven with a white breast in a room of taxidermied animals

So they keep looking, and eventually Hob finds a door leading to a basement, cracks a silly joke about finding something unspeakably horrible down there to cover up the fact that he's actually fucking terrified (he's come to accept that this is not a dream in the traditional sense, although it took way longer than it should have), and heads down the staircase

(It's the snow globe)

And here I start to run out of momentum a bit but like. I think Hob Rose and Matthew deserve to come together to roast the shit out of Dream while Lucienne tracks their progress from the library with Unity and Merv, who are also roasting the shit out of Dream, and all roasting comes to an abrupt and choked end when they get to the basement

Maybe Dream has been reduced to a cloud of swirling black sand in the orb, or maybe he looks almost exactly as he did in reality, maybe the Dream Team have to get him out but in order for that to happen he has to allow them to help, or maybe he needs to free himself because something something it's a metaphor idk. Maybe Dream, in whatever state he's in, panics at the sight of his bae friend, his raven, and his niece all outside the glass just like Jessamy was. Maybe he tries to throw them all out of the dream, but he's weakened himself as though he really were trapped in the circle again, and Rose is able to stand her ground against him.

And idk I don't really have an ending beyond 'Dream gets out and everyone is OK and also Rose and Hob end up being exasperated penpals over Dream's... Dream-ness.

#Sandman #rose walker #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dreamling #matthew the raven #On today's episode of 'fics I have in my head so vividly and Simply Cannot Put To Paper'#A considerably less angsty installment this time #The dreamling is more background this time also but I love Rose so

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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【 noble gentlemen; diasomnia 】

— or, the noble gentlemen series, in which the genre of the world is historical fantasy, and you and the twst boys are citizens of a distant magical land !

details: gn! reader, drabbles, can be read platonically or romantically, warning !! mention of blood (sebek) and drinking (lilia)

note: ahhh sorry for being so late on this one :'))) had a busy day or two and i didn't have time to edit n post this until now sjkfdjskf but i hope you enjoy this nonetheless <33

[ part two out of seven in the noble gentlemen series ]

Malleus Draconia. As a citizen of a kingdom he will one day inherit, it was only natural that you knew the crown prince's name. And while the crown prince had never made a public appearance, there were always those that spoke of his prowess in battle as well as his talent in magic. Though the descriptions of him varied, everyone agreed on two things: that the crown prince was a cold and untouchable existence, and he had the characteristic horns of the royal bloodline.

So it happened to shock you when you were taking a nighttime stroll near the palace to see a young man leap over the castle walls.

Startlingly green eyes met yours and you quickly turned to walk away when you heard his voice calling to you, "Wait! I...did not mean to startle you." You looked at him once more, taking in his...horns. Could he be...? No, but what crown prince walked around wearing a simple white shirt and training pants?

He seemed to follow your gaze, scratching the back of his head, "Ah, please don't think badly of me, it gets a little stuffy at the palace after all." He took a few steps forward, a kind smile on his face, "My name is...Mal. Would you let me join you on your stroll?" You agreed to his request.

You guessed that he was some sort of knight in training who snuck out to have fun in the city. And from the way knights trained without rest, you couldn't blame him. Thus started your nightly strolls with the mysterious Mal.

———

Mal was very fascinated by old architecture. He would spend countless hours of your nightly strolls scrutinizing different buildings around the city. He had them all memorized, from the techniques to create the intricate plastering of the Grand Theater, to the way gargoyles are meticulously carved from stone by hand. Much to his delight, you had snuck him over to your estate to see its exterior.

"Your house has simply magnificent gargoyles," He said mirthfully, and it was the most excited that you had seen Mal since you met him. “They will keep the walls nice and clean. And they look a tad bit fearsome don’t they?” You agreed and he chuckled, “They will surely scare away anyone with potential bad intentions, don’t you think?” You…never really thought of it like that. Since then, you made sure to greet the gargoyles whenever you left, thinking of Mal’s words from that night.

———

Mal had surprisingly childish tastes. You assumed it was so when you two had brought ice cream, of all things, on a particularly chilly night. But your hypothesis was proven correct when you brought a tin of cookies to one of your nightly outings. Mal's eyes glittered as you explained that you baked them by yourself the day before.

"It is an honor to eat something made by your hand," Mal gave a wide smile before demolishing all the cookies in one sitting. It was actually quite impressive. You made a mental note to give him more cookies next time. Clearly, a knight's diet deprived him of indulging in sweet foods.

———

Mal...was very popular in the city. He was especially popular with the guards. You had to curse your luck as another guard chased the two of you around a corner. This was happening more and more often recently, but you didn’t understand why. And suddenly, you were weightless. There was a hand at the small of your back, and you looked back to see a secretive smile on the man’s face.

"Apologies, it seems that a bit of magic was needed for that escape," Mal murmured into your ear as you two all but flew over the night sky. The view was breathtaking, but your mind nagged you with a different question: who was Mal really? Would guards really chase a fellow knight through the city so frantically? Was the Mal who was capable of such magic feats really just a simple knight? Or was your first guess of him being the crown prince…really true?

The Captain of the Knights Order was quite a lofty position, and it came with lots of fame. As the ones responsible for the safety of the city as well as the crown prince, there was no question that the name “Lightning Commander Silver” was always met with awe and fondness whenever it was spoken by the citizens of the kingdom. You had always quietly cheered on the Knights Order during the festival, content with being able to support them from afar. But what you weren’t expecting was to accidentally meet the Captain himself.

It was during a lively festival that you first met him; under a tree near the outskirts. Silver hair befitting his namesake, and a relaxed expression as birds frolicked around him. It almost looked like a scene out of a painting. You had faintly remembered that the Captain of the Knights Order was amongst the festival goers but...that wasn't really him, right? And it reminded you of the Vice Captain that was busy yelling around to find “Silver”...so maybe this really was him.

Without thinking about it, you called out to him. The man woke up languidly, as if he knew that you posed no real threat to him. "Hmm...who might you be?" Silver blinked. "Ah, I must've fallen asleep. Sebek's going to get worried... Thank you for waking me." You informed him that the Vice Captain was, in fact, looking for him and helped him straighten up his clothes as you walked back to the festival.

He paused before entering the glittering hall, "Allow me to repay the favor for you in some way." There was conviction in those eyes of his that told you refusal wasn't an option. You swallowed, giving him your word. This was the first time you met the sleepy yet kind Captain of the Knights Order.

———

Sir Silver was good with animals. That was the only way you could explain it, with how animals seemed to flock to him in interest. This proved especially troublesome when your favor to him was to have him help with your garden. It wasn’t long before animals started emerging from the woods, intrigued and overall smitten by the presence of the confused and exasperated knight.

"...I apologize for all the chaos," Silver mumbled bashfully, eyeing the various birds perched on his shoulders as well as the critters now running amok in your garden. "I've only caused you more trouble, haven't I?" You shook your head. It was more than delightful to see so many animals roaming your garden without fear. And besides, watching how eager each creature was to be with Silver was slightly funny.

———

Sir Silver was talented at sleeping. It seemed that the man could fall asleep anywhere and at any time he so wished. Even at the times he didn't expect. Once, you were watching him watering the flowerbed before he stumbled head-first into a wall. You had immediately dropped your book in horror, rushing over to the knight’s aid.

He winced when you cleaned his wound, "...It's a bad habit of mine, to fall asleep at unfortunate times. I’m trying to fix it but it still happens when I get too relaxed..." You couldn't really get mad at him for something he was working hard to prevent. But you were happy to hear that he was more comfortable around you now.

———

As a Knight, it was impossible not to take part in things such as sword fighting competitions. Silver, being the chosen representative of your kingdom, had invited you to come and watch. You came to watch, your curiosity getting the best of you as you had always wondered what Silver would look like when he was in his usual habitat. As his sword clashed with his opponent’s you couldn’t help but think that Silver suited the title of Captain of the Knights Order even more.

You couldn’t get his serious expression out of your head, even as he approached you, “...Is there something on my face, perhaps?” You shook your head, explaining how you thought that the nickname "Lightning Commander" fit him very well.

“...Hmm, I hope it hasn’t startled you,” Silver ducked his head. “Being a knight is my purpose first and foremost after all.” And with that, you found yourself growing a newfound respect for Silver. When he was spending time with you, he was a gentleman, but when it came to his knight duties, you could see his dedication. You thought that Sir Silver was admirable in that way.

Sir Sebek Zigvolt, nicknamed the nation's "Thunder Blade". He was the Vice-Captain of the Knights Order and was famously— or was it infamously?— known for his deep loyalty and admiration towards the Crown Prince. He was also known for his distinctively loud tone of voice, or so people said. And you definitely felt the power of his voice when you first met him.

You were wandering the streets when someone suddenly grabbed your bag and took off. You froze for a moment before starting to give the thief a chase.

That was, until a loud voice almost knocked both you and the thief onto your backs, "YOU! THE THIEF RIGHT THERE! What gives you the right to disturb public order on a day that his Highness has deemed beautiful!"

You watched as the green-haired knight hoisted the thief into the air, throwing him into a pile of straw like it was nothing. The thief seemed to quiver in his boots as the knight picked up your bag.

You thanked the knight and he just scoffed, "Hmph, humans are always so defenseless... Be more vigilant! As a knight of my stature won't be available all the time!" You nodded, wide-eyed, at his words and before you could ask for his name he was gone. From the whispers of the people around you, you realized that you had been saved by the Vice-Captain of the Knights Order, Sir Sebek Zigvolt.

———

The next fateful meeting between you and Sir Sebek was surprisingly at a library. You finally found the book that you were looking for, and just as you were about to grab a step ladder to get it, you saw a hand slipping the very volume you wanted off the shelf.

You turned around, fully ready to complain when a boisterous tone greeted you, "Hmm...so you're interested in this type of literature." You shut your mouth, still confused as to why Sebek was there in the first place.

"It sounds interesting," He said, before finally handing the book to you. "Could I borrow it after you're done reading?" You nodded, still confused as he followed you back to where you were reading. You were even more confused when he pulled out his own book and started reading— but oh well. He wasn't exactly disturbing you. And it was rather nice having a reading buddy.

———

Even if you liked silently reading with Sir Zigvolt, you were still curious about him. Whenever you asked questions, he would always respond with short answers or, his favorite, 'You humans shouldn't be so concerned.' So one day you mustered up the courage to ask him about his rumored favorite person: the crown prince.

Sebek had a proud grin on his face as he talked, "His highness is the most magnificent person! He is kind and considerate, and he has very refined tastes too." It was the most you had heard Sebek talk. Ever.

And he even had more to say, "He advises us on many things, though he seemed to have a hobby of sneaking out nowadays… Naturally, I carve his every word and command into my heart."

You laughed softly at his enthusiasm and Sebek immediately flushed, "H-HUMAN! Do not laugh at a great knight such as I! You were the one that inquired about his Highness—!!" Your ears were going to need to get checked after that outburts... But still, it was nice to see how human Sir Zigvolt was, especially when faced with his favorite conversation topic.

———

Sir Sebek took his duties as a knight very seriously. Once you had approached him while he was patrolling and he had scolded you lightly for it. 'I'm here for the safety of the citizens. We can talk when I have free time, human.'

So when you spotted the telltale green of his hair, you opted not to approach him. Well that was, until you saw someone directing a hateful glare toward him. You moved as soon as you saw a glint of something sharp. You knew it was stupid. You were sure that Sebek could defend against the attack better than you could. But you still pushed the knight away.

"H-human!" Sebek was rightfully startled, before his eyes hardened at the way the blood was trickling down your arm. "You're bleeding... They will pay for this." You clutched at the wound as Sebek drew his sword. There was a fearsome expression on his face as he fought. It wasn't long before he struck, using the flat side of his sword to finally subdue the culprit.

You gulped as Sebek turned to you, a crease between his brows, "HUMAN! Y-YOU ARE STILL BLEEDING! I need to take you to Master Lilia so he can make sure you are alright! And that was foolish–!" You yelled his name as loud as you could, trying to cease his very-loud ranting, lest a crowd started to form around the two of you.

"You...did you just call me Sebek?" He blinked, and you belatedly realized that you forgot to address him by his title. "Well, it's alright, really, but—!! WE NEED A MEDIC!" And after dragging you all the way to the royal clinic, watching the doctor intently as they patched up your arm, Sir Sebek...no, Sebek, finally calmed down.

When talking about the name Vanrouge, one's mind would immediately conjure up the famed war hero of the history books. Once the Queen's most esteemed commander, Vanrouge had disappeared a multitude of years ago. And now, the name Vanrouge was tied to someone different entirely: the Crown Prince's adviser, Lilia Vanrouge. He was quick-witted and knowledgable, and always had a relaxed and regal air when you saw him at public events. And he was well-suited to be the crown prince’s adviser.

The very same adviser that you accidentally spilled your drink all over one fateful night at the bar. You looked at the stain seeping into his shirt in horror while the man in front of you laughed.

"Don't look so pale," He had grabbed a spare towel. "I don't look angry, right?" You nodded and the man brought a hand to his chin, a mischievous smile on his face, "Hey, how about we have a few drinks on you as compensation? My name is Lilia Vanrouge, a pleasure to meet you."

Your head snapped up at his introduction. In the darkness of the bar, it was hard to see his face properly, but now that you were looking at him… You felt faint. You really did coincidentally meet Lilia Vangrouge. Thus started the unconventional relationship between you and the Crown Prince's trusted adviser.

———

Lilia was a lot more free-spirited than you expected. You thought that the life of an adviser would be filled with busy meetings and events, but… He often indulged in street performances and ran around looking for more to entertain himself with. Sometimes he would take your hand, spinning the both of you into a dizzying folk dance.

"See? Isn't it lots of fun?" Lilia's pink hair seemed to glow, especially under the streetlights. "It is nice to be young and the day is still young, so let us play some more." That day, you "played" till your legs hurt and your back ached. But there was a smile on your face so wide that you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at the man.

———

Lilia bore a surprising resemblance to the war hero Vanrouge. You noticed it when you happened to pass by one of Vanrouge's statues in the middle of a grand plaza. You couldn't really pinpoint what it was, but they both had the same…air about them...

Lilia must've noticed your staring because he chuckled, "So you also think I look like that old man? But I do have to say, aren't I a picturesque view of youthfulness? Surely I don't look a day over one hundred?" After a few more prods, you ended up complimenting Lilia's youthful looks in deadpan, all while Lilia puffed out his chest. You questioned to yourself whether or not this man really advised the crown prince whenever he acted like this.

———

When festivals came around, Lilia would always lead the Prince's carriage on horseback. The Lilia you saw was a far cry from the troublemaking prankster you usually spent your time with. Formal wear adorned Lilia's body, and he led the horse with one hand as the other waved regally at the citizens.

When he found you after the parade, he had a big smile on his face, "How was it? I was cool, right?" You clammed up slightly. Seeing him up close was definitely different from seeing him from the crowd."Oh, come on," Lilia pouted and you wondered how many people were staring at the Lilia Vanrouge walking amongst the citizens. "All I wanted was one little compliment from you." Instead of boosting his ego, you promised to buy him a treat from a stall when he was done with his duties. That seemed to satisfy the man and he left you to deal with the people coming up to you asking how you knew the Crown Prince's adviser. What a headache.

[ bonus : how do these gentlemen know each other ? ]

— Lilia and Malleus shared a master-apprentice relationship, however they also consider each other as family. Lilia has been looking after Malleus ever since he was a youngling, so Malleus sees Lilia as a father-figure of sorts.

— Meanwhile in the Knights Order, Silver is the Captain and Sebek is the Vice Captain. Their nicknames are "Thunder Blade" and "Lightning Commander" respectively, because like lightning and thunder, one is rarely seen without the other in battle. This also speaks to their amazing compatibility in terms of power; with Silver's fighting style relying on speed and technique while Sebek's relies on sheer strength and offensive ability.

— Lilia is still Silver's legal guardian! He picked up Silver as a child from the woods, and has been raising him ever since. Although he never forced Silver to learn the sword, Silver long became curious seeing Lilia's old sword collection hanging around their house.

— "Okay, but is Lilia really not Vanrouge, the war hero?" As Lilia would say, he can vouch that he is very young and cute! But if he was to answer honestly, he would say that "One should never reveal all of one's past...it takes away from the mysterious charm, fufufu~"

— Sebek and Silver initially met as children. Silver followed Lilia around when he was younger, and he would often wait in empty drawing rooms for Lilia to be done with work. Meanwhile, Sebek was the son of an influential Dukedom. One day when Lilia was supposed to be taking care of Young Master Zigvolt, he introduced him to Silver instead, saying, "Children should play with each other and be merry!"

— If you're curious, their first meeting went something like this:

Sebek: You! Which family do you hail from! I am Sebek from the Zigvolt Dukedom!

Silver: ...Uhm, I'm Silver. And I think that Father's last name is Vanrouge...

Sebek: V-Vanrouge? Like the war hero?

Silver: Maybe..?

Sebek: How ignorant not to know of the great war hero Vanrouge! Here, let me tell you about him—

[ they instantly became friends because of their love for knights and heroes ]

— (Yes, Sebek's idol before he was introduced to Malleus Draconia's existence was, in fact, the war hero of old, Vanrouge. He still has books about Vanrouge and all sorts of paraphernalia in his childhood room.)

— Malleus started sneaking out of the palace after he figured out that he could boost himself over the wall with magic. And that he could easily cloak himself from the magic sensors by reducing his magical output to zero once he reached the apex— basically, he figured out a way to sneak out and has been doing it a lot more often. Much to the exasperation of Sebek and Silver, who are tasked to guard his room nightly.

— (If you're wondering what Lilia thought about all this...he thought that Malleus was going through his rebellious phase and that it's okay as long as he doesn't get caught by the guards outside the palace.)

thanks for reading ! if you'd like to see more, check out my masterlist, or the rest of the noble gentlemen series >:DD

#/trau writes #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst silver #silver x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #ahh diasomnia my beloved #the amount of times i rewrote sections #bc i wanted to do my dragon boyos justice !!!!

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istumpysk · 9 months

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Okay, given that you think the show switched around a lot of endings (very valid, to be honest), how likely do you think it is that they gave Tommen Tyrion's ending?

The gargoyles watched him ascend. Their eyes glowed red as hot coals in a brazier. Perhaps once they had been lions, but now they were twisted and grotesque. - Bran IV, AGOT

Stone and shattered gargoyles lay strewn across the yard. They fell just where I did, Bran thought when he saw them. Some of the gargoyles had broken into so many pieces it made him wonder how he was alive at all. - Bran VII, ACOK

Tyrion Lannister was sitting on the ledge above the door to the Great Hall, looking for all the world like a gargoyle. - Jon I, AGOT

Motionless as a gargoyle, Tyrion Lannister hunched on one knee atop a merlon. - Tyrion XIII, ACOK

I am by no means certain about Tyrion's endgame but I just came across these quotes while rereading ACOK and I am intrigued. What do you think?

I completely agree with your observation that George has intentionally connected Tyrion to the gargoyles.

"Yes. The gods have been kind to you, Sansa. You are a lovely girl. It seems almost obscene to squander such sweet innocence on that gargoyle." "What gargoyle?" Sansa did not understand. - Sansa III, ASOS

But I'm not sure what the takeaway is.

It seems quite probable that Tommen will throw himself from a window in Maegor's Holdfast.

There's the historical parallel:

Yet all these were as naught against the tragedy that descended on the court and king. On the twenty-second day of the ninth moon of 133 AC, Jaehaera of House Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the last surviving child of King Aegon II, perished at the age of ten. The little queen died just as her mother, Queen Helaena, had, throwing herself from a window in Maegor's Holdfast onto the iron spikes that lined the dry moat below. Impaled through breast and belly, she twisted in agony for half an hour before she could be lifted free, whereupon she passed from this life at once. - Fire & Blood

Plus, throughout A Feast For Crows, George consistently emphasizes the iron spikes whenever Cersei is on the drawbridge:

She paused upon the drawbridge that spanned the dry moat, gazing down at the spikes below. - Cersei I, AFFC

She left him on the drawbridge that spanned the dry moat with its bed of iron spikes and entered Maegor's Holdfast alone. - Cersei V, AFFC

"Should Ser Loras fall, Your Grace will need to find another worthy for the Kingsguard," Lord Qyburn said as they crossed over the spiked moat that girded Maegor's Holdfast. - Cersei VII, AFFC

Lastly, in the epilogue, Kevan Lannister remarks about the iron spikes, then the text quickly transitions to the lack of available Kingsguard to watch over Tommen:

The dry moat surrounding Maegor's Holdfast was three feet deep in snow, the iron spikes that lined it glistening with frost. The only way in or out of Maegor's was across the drawbridge that spanned that moat. A knight of the Kingsguard was always posted at its far end. Tonight the duty had fallen to Ser Meryn Trant. With Balon Swann hunting the rogue knight Darkstar down in Dorne, Loras Tyrell gravely wounded on Dragonstone, and Jaime vanished in the riverlands, only four of the White Swords remained in King's Landing, and Ser Kevan had thrown Osmund Kettleblack (and his brother Osfryd) into the dungeon within hours of Cersei's confessing that she had taken both men as lovers. That left only Trant, the feeble Boros Blount, and Qyburn's mute monster Robert Strong to protect the young king and royal family. - Epilogue, ADWD

It's not a lot, but it's enough for me. Lol

As much as I'd love for it to be Tyrion, Tommen feels like the safer bet. :)

#stumpy ask #wintry-ritu

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comfort-clubhouse · 9 months

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Disney Comfort Characters (Waves 1-9)

Hades (Hercules)

Jafar (Aladdin)

Iago (Aladdin)

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Lilo (Lilo & Stitch)

Mickey Mouse

Minnie Mouse

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

King Candy (Wreck It Ralph)

Angel (Lilo & Stitch)

Faline (Bambi)

Claude Frollo (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Snow White (Snow White & The Seven Dwarfs)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)

Stitch (Lilo & Stitch)

Mirabel Madrigal (Encanto)

Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

NOS-4-A2 (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Felix (Wreck It Ralph)

Melody (Little Mermaid)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan)

Clarabelle Cow

Figaro (Pinocchio)

Pinocchio

Jack Sparrow (Pirates Of The Caribbean)

Hector Barbossa (Pirates Of The Caribbean)

Davy Jones (Pirates Of The Caribbean)

Hugo, Victor & Laverne (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Djali (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Gideon (Pinocchio)

Goofy

Daisy Duck

Lumiere (Beauty & The Beast)

Kronk (Emperor's New Groove)

Quasimodo (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Geppetto (Pinocchio)

Tigger (Winnie The Pooh)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

King (Owl House)

Esmeralda (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Genie (Aladdin)

Clopin Trouillefou (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug)

Alya (Miraculous Ladybug)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Eda Clawthorne (Owl House)

Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Drakken (Kim Possible)

Antonio Madrigal (Encanto)

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Doofenshmirtz (Phineas & Ferb)

Evil Emperor Zurg (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Willow (Owl House)

Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug)

Bambi

Thumper (Bambi)

Zero (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Oogie Boogie (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Kuzco (Emperor's New Groove)

Tutter (Bear In The Big Blue House)

Ursula (Little Mermaid)

Winnie The Pooh

Piglet (Winnie The Pooh)

Eeyore (Winnie The Pooh)

Kanga (Winnie The Pooh)

Roo (Winnie The Pooh)

Rabbit (Winnie The Pooh)

Nathalie (Miraculous Ladybug)

Archdeacon (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Phoebus (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Cruella De Vil (101 Dalmatians)

Evil Queen (Snow White & The Seven Dwarfs)

Lucky (101 Dalmatians)

Smee (Peter Pan)

Dr Facilier (Princess & The Frog)

Pluto

Ortensia The Cat

Gus (Cinderella)

Luz Noceda (Owl House)

Manny (Ducktales)

Donald Duck

Shellsea (Fish Hooks)

Lambie (Doc McStuffins)

Scrooge McDuck (Ducktales)

Dewey Duck (Ducktales)

Sebastian (Little Mermaid)

Chip (Beauty & The Beast)

Fifi (Beauty & The Beast)

Honest John (Pinocchio)

Mushu (Mulan)

Jaq (Cinderella)

Oscar Proud (Proud Family)

King Andrias (Amphibia)

Baymax (Big Hero 6)

Swampy (Where's My Water/Swampy's Underground Adventures)

Pleakley (Lilo & Stitch)

Goliath (Gargoyles)

Zooster (Jungle Junction)

Wander (Wander Over Yonder)

Molly McGee (Ghost & Molly McGee)

Otto (Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go)

Antauri (Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go)

Collector (Owl House)

Scratch (Ghost & Molly McGee)

Dumbo

Raine (Owl House)

Circus Of Ooze Crew (Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go)

Anne (Amphibia)

Sprig (Amphibia)

Tilly (Big City Greens)

Cricket (Big City Greens)

Marcy (Amphibia)

Penny Proud (Proud Family)

Suga Mama (Proud Family)

Sasha (Amphibia)

Brandy (Brandy & Mr Whiskers)

Berry (Palace Pets)

Miss Featherbon (Palace Pets: Whisker Haven)

Daisy (Palace Pets)

Dreamy (Palace Pets)

Bill (Big City Greens)

Lena (Ducktales)

Mr Whiskers (Brandy & Mr Whiskers)

Lily (Palace Pets)

Tiana (Princess & The Frog)

Alice (Big City Greens)

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disneyvillainbracket · 1 year

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Disney Villain Bracket

basically how this works is we have brackets a, b, and c. c is a tricky one, hopefully ill explain right

it’s basically a bracket and a half, and the villains in the half bracket will go across and meet in the middle, and the winner of that goes against the two villains on the bracket above

once we get to the middle two in a and b and have that vote, and once the double elimination in bracket c happens, the three villains will all go head to head… to head. it’ll be the three winners of each bracket in one final poll

am i explaining correctly? oh well, y’all will see what i mean when we get there

im sure a lot of y’all have opinions on how this was put together but keep in mind ive never done this before and i did my best. so

also! voting criteria is you picking your favorite of the villains in each poll. not the movies or shows or whatever they’re from, im talking about the characters themselves

i will be posting the polls on the left side of bracket A first, on Monday, April 17 at 12 PM CST! after that, i will post the left side of bracket B the following day at the same time. then the left side of bracket C the next day. the day after that, i will post the right side of bracket A, then B, then C. you get it

hope y’all have fun with this poll!!!

here’s a breakdown of the brackets below the cut, with the names and fandoms of each villain:

Bracket A:

LOVEMUFFIN (Phineas and Ferb) VS Randall Boggs (Monsters Inc)

Derek (Milo Murphy’s Law) VS The Core/Darcy (Amphibia)

Dr. Drakken (Kim Possible) VS Lady Tremaine (Cinderella)

Magica de Spell (Ducktales) VS Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) VS Prince John (Robin Hood)

Professor Z (Cars 2) VS Oogie Boogie (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Prince Hans (Frozen) VS Governor Ratcliffe (Pocahontas)

Professor Ratigan (The Great Mouse Detective) VS Shan Yu (Mulan)

The Sanderson Sisters (Hocus Pocus) VS The White Witch (Chronicles of Narnia)

Emperor Belos (The Owl House) VS Zira (The Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride)

Mother Gothel (Tangled) VS Assistant Mayor Bellwether (Zootopia)

Charles Muntz (Up) VS Constance Hatchaway (The Haunted Mansion - Disney Parks)

Due (PKNA) VS Kalabar (Halloweentown)

The Walt Disney Company VS The Fairy Godmother (Shrek 2)

Tusk (Club Penguin) VS Edgar Balthazar (The Aristocats)

Ursula (The Little Mermaid) VS Morgana (The Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea)

Bracket B:

Cruella deVil (101 Dalmatians) VS Man/The Hunter (Bambi)

Turbo “King Candy” (Wreck it Ralph) VS Hopper (A Bug’s Life)

Queen Narissa (Enchanted) VS Clayton (Tarzan)

The Queen of Hearts (Alice in Wonderland) VS Lotso Bear (Toy Story 3)

Madame Medusa (The Rescuers) VS Lord Hater (Wander over Yonder)

Maestro Forte (Beauty and the Beast: An Enchanted Christmas) VS The Horned King (The Black Cauldron)

Tamatoa (Moana) VS Second Dimension Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb: Across the Second Dimension)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan) VS Captain Hook (Hook)

Scar (The Lion King) VS Chick Hicks (Cars)

The Underminer (Incredibles 2) VS Gaston (Beauty and the Beast)

Hades (Hercules) VS Captain Gantu (Lilo and Stitch)

Madam Mim (Sword in the Stone) VS Dr. Facilier (Princess and the Frog)

Villain Recruiters (Disney Parks) VS Tina Harwood (Ice Princess)

Harrison Hightower III (Tower of Terror - Disney Parks) VS Professor Parenthesis (The OWCA Files)

The Sea Witches (Festival of Mystique - Disney Parks) VS Marina Del Ray (The Little Mermaid: Ariel’s Beginning)

Janet Smythe (Best Friends Whenever) VS Meredith Blake (The Parent Trap)

Bracket C:

The Evil Queen (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves) VS Scroop (Treasure Planet)

Chernabog (Fantasia) VS Jafar (Aladdin)

Toffee (Star VS the Forces of Evil) VS The Blot (Epic Mickey)

Syndrome (The Incredibles) VS Stinky Pete (Toy Story 2)

Phantom Blot (Disney Comics) VS Sa’luk (Aladdin and the King of Thieves)

Trauma (PKNA) VS The Beagle Boys (Disney Comics)

Royal Pain (Sky High) VS Demona (Gargoyles)

Yzma (Emperor’s New Groove) VS Judge Claude Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty) VS Ernesto de la Cruz (Coco)

Commander Rourke (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) VS The Headless Horseman (The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad)

Emperor Zurg (Toy Story) VS Miles McDermott (The Even Stevens Movie)

Professor JT Wu (The Nightmare Experiment - Disney Parks) VS Henry Ravenswood (Big Thunder Mountain Railroad - Disney Parks)

#tumblr polls #tumblr bracket #bracket tournament #disney #disney villains

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kingarthurtournament · 1 year

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Meet our contestants!

Seeding is in progress, the bracket should be done by tomorrow and Round One will begin! In the meantime send propaganda in the ask box!

List of the nominees under the cut:

Adora from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Aragorn from The Lord of the Ring

Ari Helix from Once and Future

Arthur from Code Geass

Arthur from Arthur King of Time and Space

Arthur from Shrek 3

Arthur from Disney’s The Sword in the Stone

Arthur Boyle from Fire Force

Arthur Dent from The Hitchhiker’s Guide of the Galaxy

Arthur King from King Arthur and the Knights of Justice

Arthur Kingsmen from Mystery Skull

Arthur Liebowitz from Fairy Odd Parents

Arthur Lester from Malevolent

Arthur Pendragon from BBC Merlin

Arthur Pendragon from Kaamelott

Arthur Pendragon from Seven Deadly Sins

Arthur Pendragon from The Mechanisms “High Noon over Camelot’’

Arthur Read from PBS’s Arthur

Bob from the Minion

Dave Strider from Homestuck

England from Hetalia

Excalibur from Soul Eater

Firestar from Warrior Cats

Fjord Stone from Critical Role

Flynn Carson from The Librarians

Jack and Annie from the Magic Tree House

Jim Lake Jr from Trollhunter Tales of Arcadia

John Uskglass from Jonathan Strange and Mr Nobell

King Arthur Baking Company from real life

King Arthur from Gargoyles

King Arthur from Monty Python and the Holy Grail

King Arthur from Quest for Camelot

King Artorius from Wizard 101

King from The Owl House

Ky Kiske from Guilty Gear

Larry the cat from real life

Link from The Legend Of Zelda

Little Josh from the Josh Figh

Lord Foog 2nd from internet meme

Lucille Kensington from Where the Stars Fell

Magnus Burnsides from The Adventure Zone

Martin the Warrior from The Redwall Series

Merric from Fire Emblem

Mario from Nintendo’s Paper Mario

Peter Pevensie from The Chronicles of Narnia

Poptropica Player Character from Poptropica

Prince Marth of Altea from Fire Emblem

Queen Elisabeth II’s ghost from real life

Rand Al’Thor from The Wheel of Time

Richard Campbell Gansey III from The Raven Cycle

Roland Deschain from The Dark Tower

Saber Artoria from Fate/Stay Night

Sailor Venus from Sailor Moon

Simon Snow from Carry On

Sonic the Hedgehog from Sonic and the Black Knight

Sora from Kingdom Heart

Stabby the Roomba from real life

Tedros from the School for Good and Evil

The lettuce who outlasted Liz Truss from real life

The little swedish girl who found a thousand year old sword in a lake from real life

The Luidaeg from The October Day Series

Thomas the Tank Engine from Thomas King of the Railway

Wart from The Once and Future King

Zagreus from Hades

#King arthur tournament #bracket #masterpost #arthur pendragon #king arthur #arthuriana #arthurian legend

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once1upon1a1wonderland · 8 months

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I Wonder What Ramshackle is Based Off Of?........... Part 1

(Might contain Spoilers for you if you haven't finished book 6)

I mean, I know I've seen the theories floating around that perhaps it could be based off of an eighth villain that's long forgotten to the school, or that perhaps the eighth villain was removed for some reason.

Based on the way Ramshackle was loosely decorated though, I'm not so sure. Maybe there was an eighth, or maybe not. I know this theory of mine isn't going to be as fun, but lets say Ramshackle was originally just an outside dorm that was used to house students until all of the other dorms for the great seven could finish being built respectively. Pomefiore was built first right? What if the other dorms weren't quite finished yet, but they still opened up the school and sorted students into "dorms". As more rooms in each of the main dorms were completed, the students who were technically assigned to that respective dorm would then be moved from "Ramshackle" to the now completed dorm. I hope this makes sense.....

Looking at the architecture of ramshackle, it doesn't look like the main school building. (Though apparently it has gargoyles that we just can't see in the pictures. Or maybe that's just me.) The style of the building is different from the main school building, but the colours used throughout its interior, are similar. The outside of the main school building is largely gray and purple. As seen in this picture below:

And then Ramshackle is a very green building in comparison.

Before events of book six:

After main events of book six:

Yes, much green to this building.

(As a side note, why have a lot of people put ramshackle colours as black and white? Yes I know Grims' ribbon... But looking at the ramshackle the building itself....

Yes, I know there's the black and white stripped couch..... but still.... The predominant colour inside of ramshackle is overwhelmingly green.... both before and after the redesign. Green with accents of purplish sometimes blue-ish colours..... anyways, lets get back on track.....)

So, the interior colours of the main school building are purple with accents of green. Or maybe you could even see the colours as pretty balanced....

Okay this picture below there is actually quite a bit of green....

Now, let's look at the interior of ramshackle.

Before cleaning:

After cleaning:

And I have to continue with a part 2 because there's only 10 images allowed per post and I'm determined to upload this more or less the way I want to....

#twisted wonderland #ramshackle theory #twisted wonderland dorm theories #possible origin of ramshackle #what could ramshackle be based off of #mickey mouse and ramshackle

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mazikomo · 2 years

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Okay, so we've seen modern! Silco's morning routines, and how he gets ready for the days with those. But how much more/less time does he take to get ready for a date?

Modern!Silco going on a date headcanons please 🙏

Somehow, the bullet points turned into a oneshot. Took two weeks since life and I'm illiterate but here you go!

Many thanks to my friend for betaing, proofing, and coming up with the most amazing nickname for Finn.

Look out world, it's a Wednesday night and Silco's got a hot date!

How's Seven Tonight?

AO3 link

Modern day Silco getting ready for a date. Jinx helps. 2,565 words SFW, slice of life

When Silco had purchased the Lexus, people thought he had chosen the leather interior for its style and as a status symbol of luxury. While that was partially true, the main reason was it proved much easier to clean when Jinx put her muddy cleats on the seats as she fell in her usual gargoyle position.

“How was practice today?” Silco asked as she buckled herself in.

“Great! Kiramman called me a freak earlier so while we were scrimmaging I elbowed her into the mud. Ooo, smoothie!” Her hand darted out to snatch the drink and she took a sip before Silco could stop her. “Blegh! What is this?”

“Kale, avocado, and coconut milk. I have an event tonight and won’t be having dinner until late.”

“Gross.” She took another sip.

“I was going to offer to pick you up something for dinner on the way home but if you’re content drinking my smoothie then—“

“McDonald’s! Quarter pounder with cheese, 20 chicken nuggets with spicy bbq dipping sauce, NOT the regular kind, medium fry, and a chocolate milkshake please!”

Silco rolled his eyes and muttered to himself, “Why do I even bother asking?” then louder, “At least try and eat some fruit when you inevitably get hungry again for a second dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jinx said around the straw in her mouth. “Where’s your event? Will Goldie Chomps be there? He got a new jacket by the way, you’ll never guess what color it is.”

“How do you know that?”

She shrugged, “Follow him on instagram.”

“You follow Finn on instagram?”

“I like to comment on his posts about how tacky his entire aesthetic is. Surprised he hasn’t blocked me yet.” Jinx shrugged.

Silco opened his mouth to respond but decided against it, instead opting to answer her previous question. “It’s at Topside Grill.”

“Oh bougie! Bit romantic for a business dinner though.”

“I’m well aware.”

Jinx paused in her slurping, “Why would you want a romantic place for a business dinn—ohmygoddoyouhaveadate??” She almost spilled the smoothie as she whipped around in the seat with wide eyes.

It was Silco’s turn to shrug.

“Who is it? Is it someone I know? How attractive are they? What’re they like? Can I come?”

“That is none of your business and no, you may not come.”

Jinx pouted, “Will you at least tell me how it goes after?”

“Only if you eat some fruit while I’m gone.”

“Deal!”

After getting Jinx’s food, where she had to lean almost completely over Silco to shout her order into the speaker box, they made it home.

Jinx shot out of the car with her McDonald’s in hand. “I’m gonna take a shower!” The screen door slammed behind her before she even finished speaking.

Silco rolled his eyes in amusement as he grabbed his bag from the backseat and popped the trunk. He hefted Jinx’s backpack onto his shoulder and carefully lifted her soccer bag. With the muddy bag held away from himself, he climbed the few stairs into the house and deposited Jinx’s things besides the door. She was his daughter and he loved her but her soccer bag could be classified as a biohazard.

He went through his usual motions when he got home from work; put the keys on the side table, hung up his coat, and deposited his travel mug into the sink. As he climbed the stairs to his own room, he couldn’t help the small smile one his face as he loosened his tie. It really had been awhile since he had been on a date and he was looking forward to tonight. He didn’t have to pick them up until seven and it was currently five thirty. Plenty of time to enjoy a cigar and reset his mind from work.

In his closet, he placed the tie back on the rack and unbuttoned his waistcoat as well as the dress shirt underneath it. The shirt was tossed into the hamper tucked away in the corner, the waistcoat went back onto a hanger. It was still clean enough. Socks came off next, then he did the balancing act of standing on one foot while trying to work the tight pant leg over the ankle of the other. Those also get folded and put back onto a hanger.

Left only in a tank undershirt and boxer briefs, he surveyed his options. He picked out a pair of black, slim straight cut pants to put on and a clean pair of socks with sea creatures patterning them. Finally, he shrugged on a robe, grabbed a cigar from the humidor box on the shelf, and headed out onto the balcony of his bedroom.

Cutter and lighter living in the pocket of the robe, he prepared the cigar and with a few careful puffs, brought it to life. Distantly, he could hear something being sung off key by Jinx from her open bathroom window. Probably one of those Billie Eyelash or Dodo Cat songs.

Silco leaned on the railing as his mind drifted back to the events of this morning. Technically, he had known them for years but tonight would be the first time he would actually have the chance to get to know them past brief pleasantries. They both parked in the same deck downtown and most days their timing lined up so they ended up walking together to their respective buildings. Today was one of those days.

“Hold the elevator please!”

Silco looked up and saw his morning companion briskly walking towards him, or, as fast as one could walk with two cups of coffee in their hands. He held his arm over the doors until they made it inside.

“Thanks,” they panted. “Here, this is for you.”

Silco stared blankly at the cup of coffee being held out to him until his morning brain caught up enough to take it from them.

“The local place ‘round the corner from me has a new brew, I thought you might like it.” They explained as he took a small sip. It wasn’t terrible.

“Thank you?” he paused, “I’ll have to repay the favor sometime.”

They shrugged, “You could buy me dinner sometime.”

“How’s seven tonight?'' The words were out of Silco’s mouth before he even realized, surprising not only him, but his companion as well judging by how they spluttered their coffee.

By the time the elevator opened he had a phone number scrawled on the side of his coffee cup and a date for tonight.

He was surprised at how drawn he was to them. Over the years tight, polite smiles had evolved into what he supposed could be called an acquaintanceship. They never asked invasive questions. They complimented his appearance or outfit some days, and gave wishes for holidays. All of this became normal and eventually, he found himself doing the same.

The heat of the cigar reaching his fingers shook him from his thoughts. He took one final puff then snubbed it out and went back inside. As he hung the robe on the back of the closet door, he decided to brush his teeth first. Jinx frequently, and a bit too cheerfully, pointed out how terrible his smokers' breath was and that wasn’t the kind of impression he wanted to make on a first date.

As was habit ever since he was young, he viscously scrubbed at his teeth with an arm braced on the counter. Froth gathered at the corners of his mouth and ran down the handle of the toothbrush over his fingers. He nearly hacked up a lung as he did the back of his tongue and roof of his mouth. Silco never did like anything about the process but such was the price to pay with his chosen vices.

Self torture completed, he wiped his mouth and rinsed his hand and assessed his hair in the mirror. It wasn’t in the perfect condition it had been in when he left for work this morning, but that was to be expected. He unscrewed the cap of the pomade and worked a small amount of the product between his hands before running it through his hair to tame down any errant strands. Satisfied, he rinsed his hands again when something prickled at his senses.

“Can I help you?”

“Are you going to redo your eyebrow?” Jinx asked from her position leaned against the door frame.

“I wasn’t planning on it, no.”

“Well you should.”

Silco shook the excess water off his hands and reached into the cabinet then wordlessly handed Jinx a bottle of mineral water and a clean cloth. She stepped into the bathroom and wet the cloth as he sat on the lid of the toilet and held his face up for her.

“May I ask why my eyebrow is in need of redoing?”

“You do it all pointy and sharp,” she explained as if it was obvious, “It’s fine for work but you don’t need your date to be scared off before you even get into the restaurant. You need to look approachable, not intimidating.” Silco didn’t respond and sat still as she set to work.

Jinx gently wiped the cloth across his brow, humming in thought before she dragged it down the entire left side of his face.

“I thought you were only redoing my eyebrow?”

“Your whole face needs done.”

Silco gave her a look but the annoyance didn’t hold much weight when half his face was smeared.

“You’re all angles! I’m just going to smooth your natural contours a bit. You’ll hardly even notice.”

He let out a breath but still held his face out for her. He watched Jinx’s eyes dart from side to side of his face as she compared his natural brow to the one she was crafting. He closed his good eye and let her work, occasionally tilted his head when directed but otherwise stayed still. The level of focus she exhibited was equivalent to when she was tinkering with one of her gadgets or deep in one of her paintings which he supposed was almost what she was doing now. She really was quite talented.

“Done!” Jinx stepped away and watched as Silco stood and leaned over the counter to get closer to the mirror.

What he saw surprised him. Jinx was right, despite the flurry of brushes he had felt across his face, he could hardly tell she’d done anything. He still looked like himself, just a little bit… softer. Sharp angles had been smoothed down and even his damaged eye didn’t hold its usual intensity. He never really thought of makeup as more than a tool to cover his scarring. But Jinx reminded him that, when in skilled hands, it could be much more.

He caught movement out of the corner of his vision as Jinx shifted from foot to foot.

“Well?” she asked nervously.

Once again, Silco reached into the cabinet, “Just needs a final touch.” he said as he handed her the setting spray and sat down again. Seeing Jinx’s bright smile warmed his heart. He closed his eye while she covered the other with her hand and misted his face with the spray, waving her hands afterwards to dry it.

“There,” Silco said, “now it’s perfect. Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Yep! If your date doesn’t immediately swoon head over heels then they’re blind. Nugget time now!” she declared.

Silco let out an amused breath as he put the makeup supplies away and heard Jinx thunder down the stairs. He strode back into his closet and plucked a maroon dress shirt that he had mentally picked out earlier from a hanger. Reminding himself that he was getting dressed for a date and not work, he only loosely tucked the shirt in and left the top three buttons undone. He pondered the entire back wall of the closet that held his shoe collection before selecting a plain black pair of dress shoes that had a gold bar across the top of each. They were an older pair and slightly worn but still in fine condition and matched the more casual look he was going for. As was good practice, he matched his belt to them.

From a side shelf he chose a thin, twisted golden chain and a plain watch. Nimble fingers quickly clasped the chain around his neck, it came to rest just below the hollow of his throat. He fastened the simple black leather band of the watch around his left wrist with the golden clock face on the outside of his arm—he never understood people who wore it on the inside— and turned towards the full length mirror for a final once over.

With hands on his hips, he ran a critical eye over himself. He was by no means nervous, not that he would even admit it if he was, but there was a slight flutter in his stomach as the upcoming event fully sank in. He was going on a date with someone who’s company he actually enjoyed. It was certainly not how he thought he’d be spending his evening when he woke up this morning. However, life had taught him well to go after the things he wanted and it seemed even his morning brain knew this when it acted on its own accord and suddenly asked them out. He really did want to know them better. Maybe he’d even end the night with a chaste kiss if all went well.

As a last minute thought, he neatly rolled up his sleeves to below his elbows. A small spritz of cologne to his neck and wrists and he was done. Satisfied, he grabbed his wallet and phone—snapping a quick selfie in the mirror just because—and pocketed the items as he lightly jogged down the stairs.

Jinx was sitting on the kitchen counter, a habit he had given up on breaking years ago, eating her nuggets when he stepped in. He opened his hands and arched a newly crafted brow in silent question.

“Not bad old man, I could smell ya before I saw ya, but not bad.” Jinx appraised with food in her mouth. “Nice touch with the chain.”

“Glad I meet your standards.” he said amused, “I don’t know how long I’ll be out but call if there’s an emergency—and no, running out of Mountain Dew is not an emergency.” He cut her off as she opened her mouth to ask that or an equally inane question. “If I don’t answer right away, call Sevika.” That earned him an eye roll.

“Bye! Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t doooo!” She teased.

“You’re fifteen, you shouldn’t be doing anything.” He deadpanned.

This time the eye roll was much more exasperated. “Okay, okay, try not to make too much noise when you get home please.”

“I’m sure you’ll still be up regardless but I will do my best.” He was already expecting to be bombarded with questions before he even got one foot back inside the door.

Silco grabbed his keys off the entryway table and paused as he remembered the muddy cleat prints on the passenger seat. He set them back down and moved his hand over to the other set of keys on the table.

It had been awhile since he had taken the Electra out.

headcanon requests open! The mentioned morning routine's can be read here and weekend edition here

#everybody's crazy bout a sharp dressed man playing in the background #Silco #Silco Arcane #arcane #Silco headcanons #headcanons #my writing #you know his sentimental ass kept that coffee cup too #super detail heavy but it's a hc piece so idc #modern silco

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yanteetle · 1 year

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Here's my oc Artemisia (sorry her picture isn't great, but I am no artist) and yes her mask is inspired by Venus and its purple because that’s the best colour.

She is the boi’s sister who got separated from the family on mutation day (original I know). Mesi was then found and raised by a lovely Yokia couple until Draxum found out about her existence and surprised adopted her. She was around six or seven at this point and had already lost her one of mother’s to an illness and the other one disappeared around the time Draxum showed up (papa goat had nothing to do with this disappearance or so he claims).

Mia then spent the next ninish years be raised by Draxum who was surprisingly a decent dad (those parental instinct hit him like a freight train) until her brothers came and blew up the lab. The story that I am writing for her really starts there.

Because she spent most if her life secluded in Draxum lab (house?) with only the goat, the gargoyle’s and one other for company Artemisia isn’t the best in social situations, she is shy and incredibly awkward. Artemisia also had the bad habbit of info dumping when people start talking about her interest, she will swing happily side to side as she speaks 100 miles a minute.

She is largely touch adverse but once she had developed a strong bond/caring relationship with someone, she loves to give hugs .

She highly curious and inquisitive, questioning everything, an aspect that she has had since early childhood, something that Draxum natured by not only supplying her with an abundance of books but having her help with his work, Mesi 100% is goat dads little lab parnter.

I could talk about her for a while but I don’t want to infor dump on you, though I am trying to think about how she would be as a yandere but I am not entirely sure yet

GASP. Okay Look when I first saw this my jaw DROPPED. She's so pretty omg?? And I honestly didn't think lavender would look so nice with green, but you my friend have proved me wrong! And the addition of suddenly-decent-dad Draxum?? UGH IM IN LOVE!! Please don't worry too much about info dumping on me! I've always enjoyed hearing about other's ocs, and listening to you guys rave about their lore is amazing and I'm happy to listen, especially since you guys are so passionate about them! I'm in love with Draxum and Mia's concept for their dynamic, and them being cute little lab partners sounds so chaotic yet wholesome!! <33

#teets blockables #random asks <3

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wildroseofarran · 4 months

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From the Wastes Into the Rain, Epilogue || Kelly & Rune || November, 2023

Rune: He had bargained for a week, but his gift had been crafted and enchanted in just four days. All Rune had was time. Time he refused to relent. By day two he had found the man named Leslie Issott. His discovery hadn't been his intention. Simply following a trail of quintessence to the edge of town, narrowing in on a rejuvenating node when a friendly voice spoke through the trees. Not an idiot, but kind to a fault. Left him wondering what the hell Kelly had said that merely giving his name caused a light in his eyes.

Strange, but lucky. Permission to use the node had been granted with one simple sentence: "It's a gift for Kelly."

The day prior, Rune had poked his head into every shop in town, even a smelly little pawn shop with a less-than-cordial owner. Nothing had stood out to him. No necklace, no ring. He had nearly given up his search until Goodman's Quick Pawn. Despite the curmudgeon behind the counter, it was a bracelet that had finally caught his eye. Sentimental or silly, the little wolf carved from obsidian made his choice.

The problem had been quintessence. There simply wasn't enough supply in his body for the demand of the enchantment.

Cut to a bright-eyed Verbena lending his node for no charge.

Now to kill time. To pretend to be busy. To stay just a little longer in Kelly's company. Much of the time was spent bar hopping between The Brig and Charle's. Pete's Pub was too wholesome, and Saint James was too bougie.

Each day he would return late into the night, wrinkled stacks of cash wedged in newly purchased clothes. Each night he would make two cups of tea, and each night he would attempt conversation, reciprocated or not.

The morning of day seven, Rune untied his wrist from the tether of the couch, tip-toed into Kelly's bedroom, and sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed.

Kelly: With every passing day, Kelly found himself wondering just why the hell he'd agreed to let Rune stay with him. When he wasn't wondering that, he wondered why Rune had really wanted to stay in the first place because it sure as hell wasn't to just make him tea and try to talk to him.

The things he'd observed Rune doing weren't things that had to be done from Kelly's house. The mage could've gambled and barhopped and whatever else while staying at the Wayside, and he would've been far more comfortable. Nothing had come out of the tree in his yard apart from birds and squirrels, and those didn't pose any threat. So why?

Why to Rune, and why to himself?

And why could he feel the mage's weight settling onto his bed right now?

Kelly cracked one eye open and closed it again with a sigh. Too many goddamn 'whys' and not nearly enough answers to any of them.

"Why are you perched on my bed like a gargoyle?"

Rune: He couldn't have asked for a better response beyond a simple good morning. His smile was instant and blatant. Something was being rolled between his hands, dropped from one palm to the next. Something small. The clacking sound with every movement distinct, like stones.

"I'm leaving. Sit up."

Kelly: That was far too much cheerfulness this early in the morning.

“What does one thing have to do with the other?” Kelly mumbled, pulling his covers up to his chin. The sound he heard piqued his curiosity, but not enough to tempt him out of bed.

Rune: The little item was shoved in his pocket, and two hands were now on his shoulder, like a determined husky in need of attention. This big bad wolf wasn't about to put a dent in his schedule.

"Get up! I've got a date with Leslie!"

Kelly: The husky was formidable, but so was the wolf.

“Oh yeah? Have fun being harpooned by his boyfriend.”

Rune: "What boyfriend?" Wait a minute. "He's - no!"

Kelly: “Boyfriend’s got like 50 pounds of muscle on you, good luck.”

Rune: Another good shake. "He's taking me to a porter, kanker!"

Kelly: Kelly heaved a huge sigh. There went his precious extra few minutes of sleep.

He sat up with a groan and gave Rune a flat look. “Satisfied?”

Rune: Yes, said his smile. He held out his hand, and after a second of impatiently waiting, took hold of his host's wrist, turning his hand over to drop the obsidian and lava rock bracelet.

"For being the best host money didn't buy."

Kelly: Kelly snorted. “We both know that ain’t true.” He was a tolerant and tolerable host at best.

So this was what the sound had been.

He turned the bracelet over in his hand, inspecting it. The wolf was a little on the nose but then again, so was his wolf cane.

“Thanks.”

Rune: "You think it took me a week to find a bracelet?" He needed to quit while he was ahead. "Whatever nuts and bolts are inside you, it won't hurt anymore. Consecration magic. It shapes with you."

Kelly: Well then. That answered one of the ‘whys’; Rune was here to mind other people’s business.

Kelly successfully fought the instinct to drop the bracelet or worse, hand it back. He should’ve known the mage wasn’t going to let go of whatever he’d sensed or seen in Kelly. It was like knowing Leslie all these years had taught him nothing.

“This is a lot of trouble to go through for a stranger.”

Rune: "I've known people for an hour and it's a lifetime." The tip of his finger traced from one bead to the next. "Put it away if you're masochist, just... don't break it. A lot went into it."

Kelly: “Breaking it would be rude.” Not to mention petty and a waste of energy and magic. Whatever his personal feelings, Kelly understood the value of both of those things.

“Why?”

Rune: "Why what?"

Kelly: “Why did you do this for me?” Why do you care?

Rune: His attention turned to the window. Suddenly so interesting. As was the flesh of his lip. He shrugged.

"Let's see you change. See if it works."

Kelly: Kelly couldn’t quite hold back his scoff. He almost admired the nerve Rune had to make such a bold and intimate request.

“It’s not like turning on a lamp, I can’t just change whenever.”

Rune: "You enjoy lying?"

Kelly: “Fera require a full moon to change. Do you see a full moon in the sky? No.”

Rune: "I've seen change with a new moon."

Kelly: “Bully for you. I don’t see a new moon either. Only the sun.”

Rune: "What's the phrase? Look a gift horse in the mouth?"

He thumped the gift hard enough to rattle. "I'm taking away your pain. I need to know if I've wasted my time."

He knew that pain. Felt it with his own skin. Heard enough from Leslie's mouth. The spell was perfect. He knew this. He just wanted to see for himself.

Kelly: From where I’m sitting, Kelly thought, the one doing that is you.

“Do you have that little faith in your own skill? I doubt you do, otherwise you wouldn’t have given me the bracelet.”

Kelly pushed aside his covers and got to his feet. “You said you had a date. Are you going to keep it or are we going to end this visit of yours on an unpleasant note with me kicking you out?”

Rune: For once, someone could read him. Someone other than a Polish woman with a love of animals and infinite patience. More patience than he deserved, and more than he could handle.

Of course he wouldn't have given him a corrupted charm. It was a matter of pride. But he wanted to watch. Kelly's lies hit his ear with a tingle.

He wanted to watch.

"You sound as grateful as everyone else." For all he did, it was the truth of things. Exorcisms ended with long stares, mumbled gratitude, and slammed doors. Belief in God, but fear of visible power as much as the demons he dealt with. Here was a man who watched as he sealed the Gauntlet, and here he was threatening his boot.

I'm too old for this.

Without another word, he was on his feet. His gym bag was snatched from the doorway. Out the door he went. Leslie's SUV waited idle on the curb. The only evidence of his existence being a fresh cup of tea, Kelly's mug, still steaming on the kitchen counter, and a jumble of rope by its side.

Kelly: It was for the best. Kelly could’ve argued and tried to get the last word in but what was the point? He had no intention of changing his mind and neither, he’d wager, did Rune.

That nosy mage was asking for far too much. Change in front of him? Like something so private and intimate was some party trick to be performed in front of a virtual stranger? It was crossing the line.

“The fucking nerve,” Kelly muttered to himself, tossing the bracelet in his bedside drawer and slamming it shut. He needed to shower and get on with his day, and then with his life.

But for all his indignation and bad mood, the tea he’d been left would be consumed and when the next full moon rolled around, curiosity would make him open that drawer.

#From the Wastes Into the Rain #kellygeorgerose #nihiladditaenihilperdidi #rune

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warcats-cat · 2 years

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Saturdays

Read on Ao3 here!

A/N: Hi friends!! This one is special to me, based on one of my favorite Sanders Sides AU's to date! Its a very cute au belonging to @muppenthings called the Floof AU! Basically, Logan, Janus, Virgil, and Patton are small and fluffy creatures similar to a bug-hedgehog hybrid, living in a human Roman's prized rose garden. A gargoyle version of Virgil is also there, having been gifted by Remus and now spending his time protecting the garden from threats. I HIGHLY recommend you check it out! It is very very cute.

As always, please let me know if I missed any tags!

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“Patton, you have a ladybug on your ear.” Logan chirped. His own ear twitched, almost sympathetically, imagining the itchiness of the smaller insect. However, Patton seemed unbothered, smiling excitedly back at Logan.

“She’s my new friend!” Patton chirped back. Logan tried to roll his eyes, but couldn’t help his own fond smile. Patton wiggled and tapped his feet a few times, and then began to wander away to show the others.

Only Patton. Logan shook his head, still smiling, and began the slow but worthwhile climb up the corner rose bush. It had been seven days, which meant their human Roman had (most likely) set out a snack for them. Logan wasn’t sure what was so special about the seven-day cycle, but it was certainly not an offering he would refuse.

Virgil and Janus should be rousing from their sleep soon, and Patton would bring them along. Logan would never be so rude as to start without his hivemates, but it was exciting to be the first to see what was out. The path up the rosebush was familiar, easy to climb (if rather tall for them) and comfortable under his feet.

He stopped momentarily, finding a small colony of aphids, and taking the time to carefully pick them off the flowers and leaves. Roman was especially attentive with his prized roses, and these were the soft lilac ones that he already had so much trouble tending. There were barely any aphids; they must have found their way into the garden overnight.

Luckily, they wouldn’t spoil his treat.

Looking down, Logan saw that Patton had managed to wake Janus, who was climbing up behind Logan. Their long back fluff twitched and danced, expertly avoiding snagging on thorns or smaller branches. They chirped a simple greeting up to Logan, who chirred in return.

Virgil was less awake, leaning against Patton tiredly as he was nudged towards the bush. If he wasn’t careful, he would miss his own treat.

Logan smiled to himself and continued climbing, reaching the top with ease and moving carefully onto the familiar ledge.

Sure enough, the smaller house-opening (which Roman called a window) was opened just a crack, and Logan could see the inner mesh had been lifted as well. Roman had cut a slit in the mesh, so Logan and the others could enter and exit the den as they pleased.

Janus was a surprisingly frequent visitor; they enjoyed the large den’s coolness on especially hot summer days, and Roman had built a smaller version of his large den, and left them interesting things to explore and play with (although he had never returned the strange and wonderful glowing rock-thing that Logan had so enjoyed. And his efforts to bargain for it had gone unanswered.)

Roman himself was sitting at the window, looking out into the morning sunshine and sipping his flowery liquid (tea, Logan reminded himself. Roman called it tea.) The mesh opening had been lifted, and sure enough, Roman had set out a few small dishes of treats for their seven-day offering.

“Hello” Logan chirped, noticing Roman’s bright eyes on himself.

“Good morning, Muppets!” Roman said to the four generally, as Janus and finally Patton and Virgil joined Logan on the ledge. Patton cooed in lieu of a greeting, knowing Roman couldn’t understand them anyway. Virgil simply grunted, making his way quickly towards the dishes, looking for sweet water to make a mess in.

Janus walked past the offerings entirely, their intentions fully fixed on the little set of brushes that had been mounted on the window. Janus very rarely partook in the seven-day offerings, spending the time brushing out their long tufts of fur in a way that the Logan and the others simply couldn’t manage with their own tongues or paws. They did this almost every morning, and Roman was meticulous in keeping the brushes clean for them, which it was clear Janus appreciated in their own aloof way.

There was a splash, and Logan turned to see that, indeed, Virgil had once again plunged his entire face into his little dish of sweetwater. Logan and Patton would have to help him groom his face again, but Logan smiled despite himself. Oh well.

Patton had been left a soft loaf, just smaller than the size of his own head. He received one every fourth cycle, and Patton performed his own excited dance for Roman in thanks before tucking in. Roman has eaten a much larger one once while sitting with them for a picnic, and a few pieces had broken off and fallen for Logan and the others to investigate. Patton had snatched up whatever he could, allowing the others only the barest nibbles; it was perhaps the only time Logan had ever heard him growl.

Roman chuckled above them, sipping his tea again. “Someone is excited for snickerdoodle day.” He said softly, only really to himself. Logan heard the fondness in Roman’s voice, though, and began to purr to him, sharing the happiness. Roman was human, and couldn’t answer the sound, but he was family none-the-less.

Janus did turn for a moment to answer Logan’s purr, reinforcing their sentiment. The low rumbling sound ended as they nodded to each other, Janus turning back to their brushes and Logan finally going to investigate his offering.

The little dish was filled with a deep purple goo, little pieces of fruit mixed within. Jam.

Logan almost always received a dish of sweet goo, every time a different fruit. He didn't think he would ever tire of the sour-sweet flavors. Today was blueberry, the little fruits soft in Logan’s mouth. They didn’t crunch like crickets, but they almost popped, especially the little ones. There really wasn’t anything like them in the garden; even aphids were just a little too hard.

He took his time licking at the offering, savoring each bit. He was careful to keep as much of his face clean as possible without wasting a drop. Not that Logan was unwilling to share with the others, but truly, he wasn’t a fan of messes anyway. This was his treat, and he would enjoy it in his own way.

Roman proceeded to tell them about his upcoming day. He called offering day Saturday, and it was usually the day he spent either outside tending the garden, or inside his den making strange messes on sheets that he called paintings. Logan secretly hoped Roman would spend the time outside today, so their whole hive could bond.

Logan looked over to the others; Janus had finished their brushing, and was carefully nibbling on a small cut of something savory which Roman called chicken. Janus had never been one for sweets, but Roman had discovered very quickly what each of them liked, and provided in carefully measured abundance.

Another sign of a good hive-mate.

Today, Roman was bringing his colorful messes outside to ‘enjoy the sunlight’. He chattered above the four of them for a bit, sipping tea and watching them enjoy their offerings. Logan looked over to find that Patton was now sprawled stomach-up on the dish where the loaf had been, Janus was licking their delicate paws, and Virgil remained face-down in the bowl, apparently blowing bubbles. Logan licked at the last of his jam, and moved to nudge at Patton.

Patton purred in lieu of saying anything; his stomach was full and it was likely he would nap where he was for a while. Meanwhile, Roman finished his tea, and expertly set it inside and out of Virgil’s reach, before leaving the window for a moment. Looking back into the garden, Logan could see that Stone-Virgil was now awake as well; at least, as awake as that one could become.

“Saturday, already?” Stone-Virgil called in to Roman. Roman made a loud humming noise from his kitchen, fetching the most curious offering of all.

Logan had never seen Stone-Virgil eat, and as far as he and the others knew, Stone-Virgil simply didn’t. Logan didn’t know just how Stone-Virgil stayed alive, but as acting protector of the garden, it wasn’t really Logan’s place to question. Still, Roman came outside through the larger den-opening which he called a Back-Door, bringing the seven-day offering for Stone-Virgil.

This offering was a stick, which Roman set carefully on a strange-looking plate with a hole in its center. Roman produced a tiny fire in his fingers, burning the top of the stick for a few seconds before blowing it out again, producing a funny-smelling smoke. Stone-Virgil offered Roman a small smile in thanks, but otherwise left the stick of smoke alone. He would do this every Saturday; and Logan wished he could ask Stone-Virgil what the stick did, and why didn’t he eat it?

It didn’t even seem like one of Janus’ brushes! Or one of the other toys! They both just left it there, until it stopped smoking a few hours later, and Roman would take the dish and the leftovers of stick and ashes back inside his den, never to be seen again.

Logan nudged Patton again, who interrupted his own purring to chirp, roll over, and bat the top of Logan’s head lovingly with one of his paws.

“Will you just nap today?” Logan chirred.

“Maybe.” Patton squeaked sleepily. His eyes were shut, and the sunlight was at a perfect angle. The garden was quiet, and the pests had been cleared. It would be the perfect day for a nap.

Logan rubbed cheeks with Patton, wishing him a good nap as the other rolled back onto his back, and moved over to where Janus was watching Virgil with feigned disinterest. Their fur was carefully brushed clean, and they offered a polite tap of their heads together before deciding Logan would be enough to keep Virgil from making himself sick, and Janus began the careful crawl inside to hide away from the early summer heat.

Logan poked Virgil’s side, which made the other squeak indignantly and lift his head. All of the fur on the front of his face was totally soaked, and within an hour or so it would become sticky if he wasn’t cleaned. Logan couldn’t help a giggling trill at the sight of his hive-mate.

“Can I help you?” Virgil grumped, rubbing a paw over his face and licking some more sweetwater off.

“You’re going to be sticky.” Logan informed him, earning an eye roll.

“It’s my treat. I get to do what I want.” Virgil responded petulantly. Logan trilled again, standing up on his hind legs and placing his fore-paws on Virgil’s head, licking at a tuft of fur that he knew Virgil wouldn’t be able to reach with his own paws.

Virgil grunted, muttering about cleaning himself later, and gently but firmly pushed Logan off. Logan huffed fondly as Virgil once again shoved his face into his dish, and left the other to his own fun.

Roman was bringing his supplies out into the garden while Stone-Virgil was watching something outside the walls with deep interest. Logan whistled as Roman walked past a second time, getting his hive-mate’s attention long enough to jump onto the human’s shirt and climb to his shoulder. Roman was startled at first, but as Logan settled himself, the human laughed his own deep rumbling chuckle. They ambled back to the center of the garden, where Roman had set up a thin wooden structure on which he had set one of his stiff fabric things.

“What should I paint today?” Roman asked, tilting his head towards the shoulder Logan was standing on. Logan tapped his front feet a few times, before chirping,

“What is paint?”

Roman still couldn’t understand him, so an answer was not likely forthcoming, and instead, Roman hummed and smiled, saying “Alright, that sounds good.”

Logan shook his head, wondering if Roman thought they couldn’t understand him, and clicked a few times in the back of his throat as if to agree with Roman anyway. Logan settled himself on the smooth fabric of Roman’s shirt, using his middle two paws to gently anchor himself without causing damage to the shirt or causing himself discomfort, and watched as Roman began to mix colorful muds of some kind or another.

The day passed easily like that, with Roman occasionally chattering nonsense at Logan and slowly creating a picture on the stiff fabric in front of him. Stone-Virgil patrolled and tended to the others as he saw fit; at one point he even brought a rather unwilling looking Virgil and a contented Patton to the stone dish that he and Roman both called the bird bath and set them in the shallow water. Virgil grumbled but didn’t struggle as Patton helped to groom his face and fur, and then the pair busied themselves splashing about in the water.

Janus was also retrieved, but they preferred not to get wet if they could avoid it, and sat on a little ledge near the rest, where they could all whistle to each other and enjoy the company.

Stone-Virgil and Roman talked of human things; of Roman’s brother Remus, of work, of threats to the garden. Something called a competition was coming up where Roman would be taking a few of his roses for some human reason, and they would have to be given extra care in the meantime. Logan made a note of this to tell the others later in the evening.

The sun slid slowly and smoothly across the sky above, and finally, Roman’s painting was taking shape. It was of them, it seemed; Logan and Patton, and Janus and Virgil. All of them as they had been after their offerings had been eaten. Patton performing his tapping dance which he had done in the morning. Janus delicately licking their fore-paws. Logan leaning back on his hind-paws, licking at a tuft of Virgil’s hair, while Virgil’s tongue stuck out. It was cute, Logan decided. It was amazing that their human could re-create the memories so beautifully. Logan leaned his head slightly, bumping into the side of Roman’s neck in affection. The human wouldn’t know exactly what it meant, but Logan knew he would still somehow understand. Their big, strange, wonderful hive-mate knew they loved him. He was family now.

Logan found himself wondering if they could spend next Saturday in the same fashion.

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Loving Shadows

[Or, I wanted to make Edward a legit Sphinx again in an AU of mine] . . .

Lord Bruce Wayne frowned, perplexed.

What was his beloved winged cat doing with... this?

Eddie opted for his favorite form, half-way through human and Sphinx hybrid: a pair of strong ginger wings reminiscent of an akepa's on his back, fluffy cat ears on top of his silky hair and an equally pumpkin orange tail that prolonged his spine.

He maintained human limbs for the rest, these are often more practical than when his appearance involves feline paws in place of legs and arms. The Sphinx controlled his transformation enough to look fully human when he needs to, including retracting the massive wings to go unnoticed whenever he ventures into cities to blend in among the mass.

When he was home however, he wouldn't think of concealing the featherly appendage.

When he was home with his allies.

Allies that never implied... this.

The Vampire perched on the edge of the leather couch in that living room to watch his friend (boyfriend? Ed and Bruce nurture a rocky relationship for centuries, they still haven't found a correct label to categorize their bond) being all joyous and enthusiastic, whilst he assembled a complex puzzle with the... creature settled on a cushion facing him.

An unusual, terrifying creature.

Edward had sat on the huge carpet covering the old wooden flooring, where he disposed a nest of fluffy pillows all around his frame. This is habitual in itself: his cat reflexes seek for soft, mellow surfaces to knead and take quality naps after his throat released intense, vibrating purrs.

Bruce will never stop finding everything about his acolyte plainly adorable.

Over the year, Wayne Manor hosts various fellow 'monsters' as humans renamed them. Almost like an hotel though this had never been the gothic residence's official title or function. The alive mansion simply... opens its gates to those who travel in the area and could use benefitting from a safe place to stay. Like... well yes, like an hotel.

At present they were just the two of them plus Alfred, the Fae attached to Wayne property. The house is protected by repulsive charms to hide from humans on top of being rooted at a fringe location surrounded by a private forest. Dick and Barbara, a lovely couple of Sirens who took holidays on the shore, left last week, after promising to return soon: they enjoyed their time in Gotham and in the Manor. Bruce and Ed loved them, they bonded with the Sirens and Eddie had a great time playing tour guide at their demand.

Hence... no client in their 'hotel' today.

Just Bruce, Alfred somewhere in the alive household, Edward and... that small blonde thing.

The little girl gasped when she suddenly noticed the Vampire, crouched motionless like an ancient gargoyle on the armrest. He stared at her with piercing metallic blue eyes, inside which permanently shone a red, ruby-colored sparkle.

"How long since you've been there?" She inquired, her own Caribbean blue eyes opened wide.

Bruce detected curiosity only in her gaze and within her whole attitude. Not an ounce of fear.

That's... not ordinary, to say the least.

"Don't mind him, being quiet and sneaking up on people is Bruce's guilty pleasure for over seven centuries," the Sphinx jested in a complicit manner. "He still thinks it's funny."

"It is funny," the Vampire declared in a laconic tone of voice.

"Brucie, let me introduce Stephanie Brown!" Eddie went on, grinning smugly, what discovered all his sharp white teeth. "Stephie, this is Bruce Wayne. The owner of the place."

"Nice meeting you, sir!" The kid smirked as well, what appeared almost... cute.

How old could she be? Five? Six? Bruce had never been good with kids, even less human ones. Either ways she seems to rely on a bright cleverness, maybe she was a bit ahead of her age.

That still didn't explain why Edward brought an alive human to Bruce's property. Had the Sphinx lost his mind?!

"Eddie," the Bat blamed him right away. "We need to talk."

Bruce had a feeling today will be a long day. ...................

Love it so far? Read the full story (it’s a 2k work divided in three short chapters, what you read there being the first chapter of the fic) here: Loving Shadows Don’t forget kudos and / or comments if you liked! Sending ya love & good vibes, thank you for reading ;)

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