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She *had* to go in the river. A walk is not complete unless one is soggy.
#Potato quality#The way her fur poofed out#border collie#border collie cross#bearded collie#mixed breed#gnocchi
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Nico wakes up with a mouthful of hair.
“Are you serious.”
He sticks out his tongue, trying to get it out of his mouth without spitting on it, giving up after about four point three seconds of trying. He wriggles his arm out from where it’s pinned between his body and Will’s, flicking the last few strands off his tongue. For good measure, he kicks the first thing he can reach — his boyfriend’s thighs, go figure — in protest.
“Please, no,” Will mumbles tiredly, batting blindly under the cover until he slaps on big hand over Nico’s ankle, squeezing. “Please. I got in at three thirty last night. It’s barely seven. Please.”
Nico sighs, relaxing his muscles. Will presses a brief kiss to his shoulder in gratitude, face buried in his chest, sinking boneless into him.
“The whole knowing the time without a clock thing will never stop being weird,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to a freckled forehead. He rubs his hands over Will’s bare shoulders, digging his thumbs along the knotted muscles, and smiles as he groans, trying in vain to plaster somehow closer to Nico, practically melting into him. “Gracie keep you up all night?”
He shifts as he nods. “Harley, too. Poor things just want someone to hold their hair outta their face and rub their back, they’re so miserable.”
Nico hums in sympathy. It’s flu season — hitting the little kids, mostly. Will has been on his feet for days trying to mitigate symptoms, soothe aching bones and sore throats. There’s not too much he can do for the flu, but the kids are miserable and they trust him, so his presence is more of a cure and a comfort than anything.
“Kayla there now?”
“Austin and Lou. Kayla’s on after lunch; Piper’s with her.”
“Good.” He squeezes his shoulders again, leaning down to press a long, lingering kiss right between his eyes. He leans into it, sighing. “Sleep for a bit, okay? I’ll come check on you, but I don’t want you up before 2.”
“‘Kay,” Will sighs, unconscious again by the time Nico’s wiggled out of his hold. For a moment he stands, watching him: his bare, broad back, spattered with dark freckles and moles, dipping at the base of his spine and covered barely by the soft, white sheets; arms curled up all the way around his face in Nico’s absence, bicep squeezing his cheek, pursing his delicate Cupid’s bow; long, light eyelashes fanning over round cheeks; even, steady breathing, in and out, in and out.
Golden hair, of course, frizzy and messy and poofing out around his head; haloed in the early morning sun.
He’s barely able to tear himself away to go shower.
———
“They’re everywhere,” says Kayla in disgust, peeling a long, curly strand off her shirt. “I haven’t been in the same room as him in two days. This is a brand-new shirt. How am I still somehow covered in his hair?”
“He’s like a dog,” Austin explains. Nico snorts. “He sheds, and at first it’s subtle, here and there, you get used to it. The suddenly two years go by and people are complimenting the fur coat that was not fur before you bought it.”
Gracie sticks out her bottom lip, eyes watering. “Will is not a dog, he’s a boy!”
Austin groans, muttering something about favourites and annoying older brothers and where was this energy when I ate the last secret cabin twinkie and was accused of being a ratbag, huh, Gracie, where was my defense squad and annoying older brothers again. Gracie is unmoved by his whining, glaring at him with big green eyes — ever her oldest brother’s defender.
Nico hides a smile in his hand. No wonder, with how Will dotes on her. On all his siblings, really, but only Yan and Gracie are young enough that it doesn’t embarrass them.
Kayla and Austin, on the other hand. (At this point, Will enjoys embarrassing them in front of their friends as much as the actual doting.)
Kayla, weak to her sister’s pouting, pokes her playfully in the side. “I’m only teasing, Gracie-girl. Of course Will isn’t a dog.”
“Except the shedding, and the constant yapping, and the fact that if you don’t let him loose to run around for a while he goes batty, and of course the following Nico around like a lovesick pup—”
“Thank you, Austin,” Nico interrupts, clearing his throat. He sends a quick prayer of thanks to his father for hair genetics covering his flaming ears.
Austin snickers. “Anytime.”
After three years it’s futile, but sometimes Nico really considers rescinding his doctor’s note. Is sitting here during meals really worth his peace? Is it?
“He really does shed, though,” Kayla says after a moment of silence. She pinched yet another hair off her shirt, sighing. “Like, not to agree with Austin or anything —”
“Hey!”
“— but, like, damn. If he’s been there, you know it.”
Nico snorts. “Tell me about it. I keep finding hair on my pillows, it’s driving me insane.”
It does drive him insane. He finds it in the shower — although to his credit Will really does try to get them all there — and in his hairbrush, on his clothes, his sheets, his mattress. The floor. Once, notably, on the shrine in his cabin, after which Will had panicked and sprinted to the pavilion to scrape an entire pot roast and pray not to get smited, leaving Nico to laugh himself to tears at the base of it.
Too late, he notices the total silence at the Apollo table, the wide eyes boring holes into his head, the loose, dropped jaws.
“What?” he says, shoulders curled defensively.
As soon as the word leaves his mouth, realization dawns on him. He chokes on a grape.
“You two didn’t tell us?” Austin demands. “How long has this —” he gestures vaguely at Nico and at the infirmary, which, he assumes, is meant to represent Will — “been going on?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he wheezes. With his rapidly asphyxiating brain, he attempts to summon his boyfriend, still conked out, via sheer force of will. GET THE HELL UP AND COME RUN DAMAGE CONTROL, he screams silently.
Predictably, this does nothing.
Kayla shrieks. “Oh my gods, look at his face! They’ve been doing this forever!”
Nico bangs his hands on the table, trying at once to convey his protest and also hi, hello, children of the god of medicine, I am choking to death, fix please. Neither signal gets picked up, inhabitants of the table erupting an a screeching series of questions so loud that other campers notice, understand, and approach, equally as screechy.
“Will and Nico are together?”
“Holy shit! Since when?”
“I thought they’d never get out of the pining stage!”
“Don’t they hate each other?”
“Bro, are you stupid? Do you not know what bad flirting is?”
“Hey, is di Angelo turning purple, or is that just me?”
Throwing himself into the nearest shadow, Nico disappears.
———
“Get up, get up, I fucked up, I fucked up!”
Will shoots straight upright with a gasp, force of his own body sending him careening right over the side of the bed. He goes down in a tangled heap of cursing and yelping and ow, fuck, shit-damns.
“What happened?” he demands as soon as he’s free from his fabric prison. He rushes (stumbles) over to wear Nico is still wheezing, hands braced on his knees, for dizziness now as much as to catch his breath. “Neeks, woah, slow down for a sec. Deep breaths with me.”
He tries to follow along to Will’s exaggerated breathing, steady, long inhales and exhales. A calloused hand touches the curve of his neck, warmth blooming under it, and suddenly his airways are cleared.
“Thanks,” he manages hoarsely, breathing back somewhat under control.
Will squeezes his hand. “No problem.”
There are several pillow creases criss-crossing on his cheeks, making him look soft and sleepy, although his eyes are alert, crinkled in poorly-concealed amusement. His hair is somehow more mussed than when Nico left him this morning.
“What happened?”
“So I. Um.” Nico clears his throat. “Your bother was roasting you for shedding like a dog. I, of course, had to join —”
Will rolls his eyes, mouth twitching. “Of course.”
“— and I mentioned super casually that I get your hair all over my shit, right? And, well — well.”
“Well?” Will prods, when Nico cuts himself off. Chancing a glance, Nico finds he doesn’t look angry, or nervous, or disappointed — and of course he wouldn’t. Not for something as silly as this.
He is gonna laugh, though. Nico hates when he’s righteously clowned.
“Well, I.” He lowers his voice to a mumble. “May have said something about all of your hair that ends up on my pillows.”
For a moment it’s silent. Nico keeps his eyes trained away, although he leans into Will’s touch, his hands in his face, the side of his neck, the warmth thrown off his sleep-addled body.
He’s almost startled by the giggle.
Almost.
“…Oh, you dumbass.”
He tries very hard to look annoyed as Will cracks up. He taps his foot, crosses his arms, and tries very, very hard to frown, but Will’s laugh has always been the most musical thing about him, and he loves to serenade. And Nico is very weak to song.
“Stop laughing at me,” he snaps, without heat.
Will’s cheeks puff up from the force of him trying, face going red around the edges.
“I’m trying, Neeks, I am —”
“Not very hard.”
“I am, I am.” Valiantly, he draws in a deep breath, only breaking into giggles twice before managing to hold a somewhat straight face. “Nico,” he says, suddenly very close and very warm, “I love you.” He presses a kiss to his forehead. “And I love sneaking around with you —” the bridge of his nose — “and making out in dark closets —” his cheeks, both, quickly, one after the other — “and behind the Big House —” the base of his jaw — “and in the —”
“I get it,” Nico interrupts, flushing. He can feel the curve of Will’s smile against his skin.
“My cabin, if it’s empty,” Will murmurs, kissing the underside of his jaw, his neck. “Yours.” Slight nip of his teeth. Nico gasps.
“Will,” he whispers. His knees start to shake. “Will, c’mon, we gotta —”
Will presses a kiss square to his Adam’s apple, lingering. “We’re in yours quite a lot. I’ve gotten used to it, honestly, Neeks, I —”
The door bangs open, making both of them yelp. The matching screeches to not help the general air of panic and sitcom level foolishness.
“Oh my gods, you really are porking!”
“Get out, Kayla!” they both yell together.
“Jesus,” Will curses, forehead resting on Nico’s shoulder.
Nico bites his lip. Will shifts, turning to meet his eye.
They last two whole seconds before losing it.
“Three years of sneaking around without so much as a soul finding out,” Nico huffs as Will snickers. “Three whole years.”
Will pecks him loudly and exaggeratedly on the cheek. “And endless more in the open.”
“You’re such a goddamn cheeseball.”
“And yet you’re in deep, deep love with me.”
“…I am.” He cradles his face, pressing a kiss, finally, to his lips. Will presses back, smiling. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
#i’m sorry i love secret relationship so so much#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#nico di angelo#will solace#solangelo#nico di angelo/will solace#nico/will#will/nico#established relationship#secret relationship#fluff and humour#apollo kids#my writing#fic#longpost
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oh, paw-lease!
fandom ## hazbin hotel (dog-sinner reader)
characters ## charlie morningstar, vaggie, alastor, angel-dust, husker, lucifer morningstar
prompt ## it would seem a new sinner has arrived at the hotel, sporting a set of bouncy ears and an eagerly swaying tail. how will this new canine companion fit into the dynamics of the hazbin hotel?
contains ## SHOW SPOILERS, gender-neutral reader, canon-typical character behaviours/habits, reader is annoyingly bubbly but in a puppy-dog way, reader is gen z, no one in this show is morally good (obviously), NO ROMANCE, autistic-coded lucifer, fan theories are used, stereotypical 'dog' characteristics, brief mention of valentino (cringe)
masterlist
part two potential - open to writing for more characters
when you first arrived at the hotel, you were pretty much fresh-meat in hell, and definitely of a different generational variety to the other residents (much to their confusion and mutual horror).
charlie welcomes you to the hotel with open arms and a huge smile - and everyone is blinded by the two balls of sunshine chatting happily in the doorway. vaggie convinces her to let you in, and you settle into the hotel extremely well.
you get along well with everyone... well, nearly everyone!
CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR
for obvious reasons, charlie adores you - your bubbly nature sharply contrasts the mellowed nature of husker, the over-the-top nature of nifty and the sneakiness that alastor maintains
but charlie isn't stupid and she obviously knows you're down here for one sinful reason or another, so she doesn't think you're harmless...
no matter how much that fluffy tail thumps against the floor, YOU ARE NOT HARMLESS
she enjoys using you as the focus point of redemption exercises - mainly because most of the residents like/are indifferent to you, and you just like everyone
planned a group fetch session one time, ended up with you passed out in the entryway the second they entered the hotel
you are her therapy dog sinner at this point, whenever she feels like she's bordering a panic attack you just poof magically appear and comfort her - using some very interesting jokes (gen z humour is honestly more traumatising than comforting, but it works in charlie's case), and allowing her to play with your tail and ears.
bought you tons of squeaky toys...
overall, is extremely happy you arrived at the hotel, and wouldn't change you for the world
VAGGIE
vaggie enjoys your presence - especially considering you seem to be about as sane as you can be, considering you're in hell and you're a sinner
like, she can have an intelligent conversation with you and then NOT feel the sudden urge to smash her head into the nearest wall (*cough* alastor *cough*)
you're her excuse to get out of the hotel, even if it's for five minutes
"i need to walk the dog" type excuse - you go along with it, because like... who doesn't enjoy walks?
despite you being a sinner, you have a lot of dog features - it's honestly hard to tell you were ever even human once upon a time, under all that fluff and fur - and you LOVE those shitty little squeaky dog toys
vaggie hates those squeaky dog toys
definitely hides them around the hotel so you can't find them
too bad you've got a sensitive sniffer and find them everytime
you stayed outside hers and charlie's room the first time she hid them, obnoxiously squeaking the toy just to be petty and kept her awake
now you just enjoy it looking for the toys, it's like a game
overall, vaggie enjoys your company - you can be very energetic and sometimes overwhelming, but you can be equally as soft and silent
she thinks she wouldn't mind you hanging around for a little while longer
ALASTOR
alastor can't stand you.
you're a dog, he HATES dogs - for many obvious reasons, of course
not that you've explicitly done anything to him, so he tolerates you - just keep an adequate distance between the two of you, and you'll be just peachy
overtime, you become accustomed to the fact that alastor will probably never like you - and you definitively become softer around him in order to accommodate to his needs
you don't necessarily know WHY he doesn't like you, but the way his eyes shift tell you that he's uncomfortable
you soften your tone of voice, make all of your movements extremely predictable and slow, and make sure to keep your pesky tail in check
overtime, this 'submissive' tactic (it's not really, but it's better to say that than to say alastor is fearful of this cheery little puppy) begins to break down alastor's carefully crafted walls
the first breakthrough was when alastor invited you to go to the library with him - you had to physically hold your tail down as it began wagging excitedly
you guys sat in the library for hours, mere inches apart from each other - your tail softly thumping against the couch, and the soft static of alastor's radio filling the air as you both read your respective books
you guys cook together (more like he cooks and you just watch excitedly, having no thoughts behind those beady puppy-dog eyes) - you have so many questions, and he answers each one with endless patience, and tells you you're a 'good dog' whenever you hand him a kitchen tool he needs
you love being called a good dog :3
overall, he's not used to you yet - but he's getting there
complete avoidance has turned into greetings, light touches here and there, and invitations to join him in his endeavours
i'd say that's a job well done
ANGEL DUST
angel had a temporary urge to taint your giddiness - it didn't last long, but long enough that the guilt of it eats him alive most days
but he adores you, and you quickly become fast friends - you act as an escape from his job, your personality so contrasting from his day-to-day
angel buys you tons of cute outfits, most of which contain chokers or pendants after you expressed that you used to wear them when you were alive - and wearing them brings you a strange sense of comfort
definitely got you a charm that said 'if lost, call angel dust xxx-xxx' and hooked it onto a little doggy collar as a gag gift
you still wore it though, and he just became absolute putty at the way your tail wagged
angel sometimes wakes up to you curled up at his side, with fat nuggets mirroring you on his other side - he doesn't mind, he actually loves the fact that he's your first comfort-call
no one snitch, but he wraps all of his arms around you and your tail thumps softly against the comforter in your sleep
in regards to angel's job, you're extremely understanding - hell is hell, and people get by in different ways
but you are FIERCELY protective of your newly found friend
in the episode where angel stands up to valentino for nifty's sake, you are trembling at husker's side - not out of fear, but out of pure anger and the desire to protect your own
however, when valentino lays hands on your precious friend? you're between them in seconds, teeth bared, ears flat against your scalp and low rumbling growls coming from your mouth
you make it very apparent you are no bark and all bite when valentino tries to bypass you to approach angel, snapping your jaws at him, and watch with mixed triumph and disgust as the moth-man scoffs and turns away
as soon as valentino is no longer in 'threat' distance, you turn to help angel to his feet - no words needed, and simply pressed your cold snout to his cheek as you felt his trembling hands in yours
from that day onwards, you pick angel up from work everyday without fail - even if it means sprinting across pentagram city just to get there on time
your consistent presence discourages valentino from keeping angel overnight, which fills you with pride - at least you rattled the fugly moth during your last encounter
overall, you're best friends - angel would burn the world for you, and you'd do the same for him, and that mutual respect for one another makes you a force to be reckoned with
you'd be surprised at how downright dirty the 'innocent' little pup could get when with the spider
HUSKER
frenemies through and through - but it's more like one-sided frenemies, because you simply have no enemies (except valentino. fuck you valentino.)
you and husker were not close AT ALL when you first arrived at the hotel, and instead opted for the stereotypical dog-cat relationship... a relationship built on pure contempt just for each others species, and spent a good portion of the first few days growling and hissing at one another
so, how did you two become fast friends considering your clear hate?
you.
you did the one thing that proved to husker you understood how cats functioned...
you brought him a mouse!
a dead one. a dead hell mouse.
now, to everyone else in the hotel, the display was disgusting - and several of them scrambled away from the bar with shrill screams - but, to husker, it was a sign of peace
and, from that point onwards, you became friends
that's literally it
husker wouldn't mention it to anyone, but he is an absolute cuddle bug - and having you, someone with no regard for personal space, around and jumping into hugs actually soothed his stolen soul
oftentimes, you two are found comfortably lounging on the couch - limps tangled together (and tails coiled around each others)
the two of you have a habit of falling into your more animalistic urges when it's just the two of you - so mutual grooming is not uncommon, and you've woken up several times to husker's tongue dragging across your head
he definitely pretends it doesn't happen after, but you both know
you make sure to return the favour, much to his distress - considering you just kind of... slobber, everywhere
when you two fight though it's actually vicious - biting, scratching, clawing, etc. absolutely scaring the hell out of everyone
but then after like two minutes you two are like "well, that was fun!"
husker is ultimately more playful in your presence, but he's still grumpy and if he asks you to go away - you will listen, because you understand not everyday is a cuddle day
overall, husker hate-loves you - you're a solid consistent in his day-to-day afterlife now, and he can actively become more relaxed with you around... and whilst that's why he loves you, it's also why he hates you, because you make him weak
LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR
lucifer has definitely hyperfixated on several animals during all of his years in heaven and hell - so i have no doubt he hyperfixated on dogs, or some kind of canine, at one point
and you're about as humanoid-ly doggy as it gets, or as humanoid-ly doggy as he's seen
and when you show interest in his hyperfixation on ducks, you instantly become his new favourite sinner at the hotel - although you enjoy ducks simply for dog-related reasons, you also enjoy how happy lucifer seems to get when speaking about them
you make a note to yourself to never harm another duck in your entire afterlife
with lucifer being autistic, and you seemingly having adhd qualities, you perfectly compliment each other
your friendship is the definition of "he asked for no pickles" with a tiny lucifer all teary eyed in the background
after lilith left, lucifer has had difficulty in maintaining his wings - and, much to his displeasure, you walked in on him trying to preen them, and struggling to reach the harder to get places
i mean, he has 6 wings, i wouldn't look after them either
but when you offer to help, he melts - guiding and directing you on what to do and what not to do, smiling adoringly at the look of concentration on your face and the way you stick your tongue out the corner of your mouth
as a reward, he preens you in return, expressing his thanks through the subtle gesture
preening is a sign of affection with birds, and i feel he would give into those mannerisms the more he hyperfixates on ducks
overall, lucifer absolutely adores you - and although the goal for the hotel is to redeem sinners, he lowkey hopes you're never redeemed
he'd simply miss you too much
and he definitely treats you like a little kid sometimes (theoretically, you are the youngest, generationally...)
#♡ jellyveesh#♡ hazbin-hotel#♡ dog sinner#♡ headcanons#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#alastor#angel dust#husker#lucifer magne#charlie morningstar#vaggie
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Spying from the Bayou (SFW tickle ficlet)
One sided radiostatic and implied platonic radiorose.
Vox spies on Alastor doing self tickling while talking to Rosie through his voodoo dolls.
He was hopeless. Obsessed. Pitiable. Always one step behind no matter how far forward he thought he was. His name was Vox. Even today, he thought he'd won some sparkling victory for having snuck a camera into the Radio Demon's tardis room. Normally he would be met with fuzzy images of the demon from where his stupid outdated power messed with the technology.
Now he watched crystal clear as Alastor entered, locking his door with comically sized chains and locks. Whatever he was about to do was something he really didn't want anyone to see, and Vox sat on the edge of his seat to drink every second of it. Perhaps some blackmail or a dirty secret would come of his spying.
Alastor began unbuttoning his jacket. Then suddenly his clothes poofed away into a closet, replaced by a vintage women's night gown and pants. No doubt a gift from Rosie. Alastor yawned and stretched his way into bed. Fluffy fur poured out from the gown collar, getting thinner toward his hands and hooves. Vox's heart melted at how soft the radio demon looked. Not at all like his usual conniving and murderous self. The TV demon was already drooling over the headlines. Slandering his rival's foreboding reputation. Imprinting the image of a delicate fawn into the eyes of the public.
He continued watching as Alastor cozied up in bed, pulling his pillows around him and summoning plushy voodoo dolls to his side. God, how much better could this get? He hugged the dolls close and picked at their stitched faces, absent-mindedly tearing the thread out as he stared at the ceiling. It was obvious his mind was wandering in far away places. If only Vox could see those thoughts.
The claws that had been picking at the doll eventually reached up to touch the corners of his own permanent smile. Picking away as if he could remove the invisible thread in his face, too. A small pang of guilt tugged at Vox's heart. A feeling he quickly overwhelmed with quips about how weak and dumb Alastor looked. Vulnerable. Exploitable. How so very exploitable.
Alastor suddenly rearranged himself into a sitting position. His dolls close, friends that had no choice but to do his bidding. Stay exactly how he posed them with their stitched up grins. Then he began talking to them as if they were alive or possessed the ghost of someone special.
“Rosie, dear. Are you there?”
Of course it would be Rosie. Who else? The dolls didn't make a sound, but the way that Alastor smiled…genuinely smiled with his eyes…made it seem like he could hear her voice through them.
“That's good to hear. Unfortunately my day hasn't been quite so bright. I wish I could come see you. I'm in one of…those moods. How do you call it? Yes, that word.”
Vox leaned forward as if he could step into the room himself and hear the other side of the conversation. How frustrating.
Alastor went quiet and brought his hands up to his neck. At first looking like he was trying to strangle himself, but a shift in the camera view revealed that he was spidering his hands from the top and bottom of his neck. Lightly scratching his nails across the pale, sun deficient skin. His eyes fluttered closed, his head tilting from one side to the other as if he couldn't decide which side felt better.
A deep sigh of genuine relaxation echoed in the large room. The hands moved from his neck and took turns rolling up the gown sleeve of the opposite arm. Exposing more skin and thin fur that faded out into a beautiful shade of ebony. One hand scribbled on the underside of the other forearm. Extremely slow and teasy, all the way from the elbow to wrist and back. His eyes opened, but his gaze floated off into some unknown space.
When he switched arms, his body twitched and his breath hitched. Whatever he was doing, it made him feel good. Relaxed. Cuddly. As his claws kept dancing around, he melted against his bed and hid his face in a pile of plushy dolls. Hiding the genuine curls to the edge of his smile, muffling the soft giggles and whines that threatened to be heard.
Vox was livid. He wanted to see that dumb silly little grin with a spaced out stare. Catch those disgustingly adorable sounds on record to broadcast all over Hell. Even when Alastor wasn't aware of the camera, he still made his likeness impossible to capture.
Out of what seemed like nowhere, Alastor removed his gown top. Revealing an upper body full of fluffy, curling fur. One arm tucked behind his head as the opposite hand explored with tickly touches. The fleshy underside of his upper arm, toward the armpit, down the side, and back up again. His body jerked when certain spots were grazed along, especially close to the armpit and over his ribcage. Sometimes even pulling out a sweet little giggly hum.
Vox wanted more. To have his claws dancing on those sensitive spots, eliciting those sickeningly adorable little sounds. Imagine the blackmail. Imagine the stories. Imagine his own exploding heart and popping circuits from how cute it was. He could feel his screen heating up to a point where the fans nearly kicked on.
“Rosie, shush! You're not helping! Shut up!” Alastor playfully bantered, saying mean things in the purest way. Whatever she was whispering through the dolls, given that this whole thing wasn't just imagination, had the radio demon's face turning a healthy shade of pink. He switched to the other side, playing with a fresh set of nerves.
His little hooves shivered and clicked against each other as he tried very hard not to break into a giggle fit. His smile growing with his need to hide it in the pillows and dolls.
“No,” Vox whispered at the screen, “you're going to show me that ugly little smile.”
As if he could hear him and obey his command, Alastor turned his face up. The smile completely true and bright, not hiding any shifty schemes behind its sharp teeth. Only genuine joy and fuzzy feelings. This only happened by accident, but Vox felt like Alastor was looking directly at him. Oh how his digital heart leapt at the mere fleeting thought. Hopeless.
Alastor's claws moved from his sides and both settled on his soft belly. Scribbling up the sides, over the top. His fingers moving in such an eye-catching and fascinating way. Like spider legs barely contacting his skin. it almost looked like art. The reactions even more so.
Little fawn-like bleats. Biting his lip to dam up the embarrassing noise. His hooves still clicking and kicking ever so slightly.
A single claw circled around his belly button, and that seemed to be the absolute end of his patience. He melted into a pile of giggling goo. Draping the idle arm over his mouth to muffle the sound. Such a shield could only hide so much. Eventually his giggles and sighs rose higher.
Locked away emotions bubbled up inside Vox. The desire to make those giggles fill up that entire room. To see his rival reduced to a fuzzy mass of useless goo. Unable to look him in the eyes because he was too busy hiding in dolls and pillows. Exploiting the demon wasn't even part of these strange desires. What could these feelings even be called? They were too pure for him to apply any label he knew.
Alastor's self teasing came to an end. He stretched out on his bed and sighed deeply. Fully relaxed like a baby in a warm cradle. And for the first time, Vox actually witnessed the overlord sleep. Gripping tightly to his voodoo dolls. Curled up in a fetal position with his head folded back on his body uncomfortably. His eyes stayed wide open, but Vox somehow knew he was sleeping inside that empty head. Creepy. Unsettling. Adorable. Charming.
After witnessing that pure little scene, Vox couldn't bring himself to do any of the things he'd originally planned. Exposing Alastor in this way felt morally wrong, like stealing a baby's candy or kicking an old woman who's already on the ground. At least he forever had the footage to go back and watch again and again. To obsess over.
Except that he forgot to hit the record button.
What a shame.
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I think this week's Bestiary Posting is pretty fascinating. I especially like the animal being described as having 'mercy', as I feel like many people would consider that a distinctly human trait. I kind of assumed this idea of animals being like machines incapable of emotions was an old idea, but this and other bestiary entries really seem to humanize the animals listed in them more then I expected.
Anyway, I think what the Zomargon actually is, is pretty obvious, but the bit that stood out to me the most was: "it strikes fear into bulls, yet fears the mouse", and my mind immediately went to my dog. He likes to put on a lot of bluster when confronted with larger dogs or animals, but show him a bug and he runs behind the couch and cries until someone comes to save him.
So, it had to be a poodle. There's no other animal it could possibly be. Lively intelligence, scared of mice, works with people, if one of them falls over they have to gather around and make a big drama about it - that's a poodle for sure.
So this description lists a lot of different traits, so I'm just gonna go down them all and explain my thoughts.
"His nose is called a trunk because he uses it to put food in his mouth."
At first I went with an elephant shrew-type nose, but that's not so great for grabbing, but you know what would be? A hand. And what has a hand on the end of it's nose? That's right, a star-nosed mole. So combination trunk/star nose situation.
"The Persians and Indians, carried in wooden towers on their backs..."
So we know it's a big critter, to able to carry people on it's back.
"...lively intelligence and a long memory..."
Gave them a bit of a big skull to accommodate those big brains. I can also confirm that poodles never forget and hold onto to grudges for years.
"...she goes out into a pool, until the water comes up to her udders."
For sure a mammal this time, so good to know.
"If the Zomargon finds a snake, it kills it..."
This explains why my dog's favorite toys are the ones made to look like snakes and why they are the first to get torn to shreds.
"if it falls down, it cannot rise."
For this I was thinking about how this happens to sheep quite often, when they're pregnant or their wool is too heavy, so I gave my Zomargon a broad back and thick woolly fur that can grow out into a big poof-ball (as I doodled in the bottom).
"...it has no joints in its knees."
This one was tricky to figure out. The knee is a joint, so how can a joint not be a joint? I had to sketch up a couple of legs off to the side just to try out some ideas. Ended up going with the middle one, and just adding a big fleshy pad on the back of the foot to support it, since there's no mention of hooves. It looks weird, but I guess they make it work?
"They possess the quality of mercy."
If a creature possesses mercy, it of course must have soft, gentle eyes, so I tried to give them a sweet dog-like expression. This is a beastie made for cuddling.
"...they make their way carefully and peaceably lest their tusks kill any animal in their way."
Just throwing in tusks in at the last second, huh? I honestly almost forgot to include them, they seem like such an afterthought in the description. And if Zomargons don't fight each other, the tusks must be used for something else. I decided to give them something like a Thylacosmilus fang situation, where these big saber teeth are supported by this crazy lower jaw. Seems to be some debate about whether these teeth were used for scavenging carcasses or killing prey. The Zomargon also eats fruits according to the description, so maybe these tusks are in fact just for opening coconuts.
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Mischief
Sebastian Sallow x f!reader
Summary - Request for “ahahaa the animagus thing has given me ideas for a good write up, Natsai shows Sebastian a certain type of polyjuice for making fun of her Animagus form and challenges him to be one for the day to see what he'd become, but he stuck like it until it wears off so with how you said he'd be Seb could just be making the most of it, but he messes with MC and eventually she finds out or something before or until he poofs back"
Word Count - 1,459
Warnings - none
A/N - I hope this is okay, it felt very hard to write about being an animal tbh
Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian was just barely holding his guts in after drinking a vile potion he and Natsai brewed up. He was a little bit scared about what would happen, but if anything went wrong she would at least be aware of the situation to help him.
He felt an intense pain go through him and he clutched at his head. He tried to focus on breathing, Natsai had said it would probably hurt, but he immensely regretted accepting her dare now. As he opened his eyes he definitely noticed his line of sight was no longer the windows in the room. He seemed to be eye level with the legs of the desk in the abdandoned classroom.
Merlin, he thought. He felt weird. He started to realize he was much smaller and on four legs. He attempted to get a look at himself and just some cream colored fur. When he tried to use his vocal cords he scared himself when a gentle bark came out.
He was completely unsure of what to do with himself now. Truthfully he hadn't talked through details with Natsai at all. He took the potion she created for him, assuming it wouldn't last longer than a day, but now he didn't know what to do with it.
He made his way out of the room, taking in the sensation of the paws he now had on the stone floor. She had waited for him outside the room to keep watch and make sure he didn't get trapped in there with no way out.
"Oh my god, you really drank it."
Sebastian looked at her helplessly, unable to convey any of the emotions he felt when she said that.
She crouched down and pet him on the head which he couldn't deny felt nice.
"Off you go little pup. I'll be seeing you later."
He barked at her when she walked away and she couldn't contain her laughter, but just kept walking, leaving him to his own devices. He really had no idea what to do now especially in this huge castle at a view he'd never seen it before.
He decided to walk around and explore, deciding that maybe there were some places he could get into that he hadn't previously.
You were having a rather hectic day and were definitely ready to get back to the common room and relax. You weren't expecting to round the corner to somebody's dog eating a stolen treacle tart. Dogs just weren't a pet anyone had at school, they weren't self-sufficient enough and what you were witnessing was a prime example.
"What..."
You approached the animal carefully just for it to grab it's treat and jump back in surprise, looking up at you. The dog was medium-sized, but quite fluffy. It looked so scared that you felt bad for it.
You put your hands under its belly and scooped it up. It was awkward to carry, but you didn't want to leave it there. You kept going on your way to the common room, not carefully avoiding other students and strategically placing your robes over the dog.
Once you made it in you sighed in relief as you put the dog on the floor.
"What in the world am I going to do with you?" You decided you would ask around about it, but for now it seemed content to finish scarfing down it's tart.
It took a seat on the floor, staring up at you and you reluctantly patted the sofa beside yourself. You really weren't a dog person and this wasn't exactly how you saw your day going. When the dog jumped up and nuzzled at your hand you couldn't resist pulling it against you to cuddle.
It wasn't as abhorrent as some other dogs you had been around. You adjusted yourself to press your face against the fluff and were really confused. It almost smelled like Sebastian. You didn't want to admit that you enjoyed being around him enough that you were used to his scent and actually felt comforted by it, but it was the truth.
You sighed and closed your eyes, doing your best to let go of the ink you spilled all over your homework or the cloak you ruined. You just sank into the animals fur and drifted into a peaceful nap in the common room.
Sebastian was on cloud nine. He didn't mind being a dog very much especially if he was going to be your dog. The sensations were nothing like if he were a human right now, but your hands, hair, and face on him were warm and perfect. It wasn't long before he relaxed with you and fell into a sleep himself. It seemed like a decent enough way to spend the time that he had no clue what to do with.
Sebastian woke up completely disoriented upon remembering he was currently a dog. And now he was being carried in your arms, up the stairs of the common room. He had no idea how long you were both out on the couch, but he did begin to feel strange as you were clearly taking him to your room.
It seemed to be early enough in the day that nobody else was present. You gave him a scratch on the belly before placing him on the ground. You opened up your night stand to pull out some snack crackers you had to give to him while you tried to figure out what to do in the meantime.
He ate them greedily suddenly realizing how hungry he was. He must have been this way for hours now, was it really going to last 24 hours? What if you tried to feed him real dog food? He whined at the thought and it made you look down at him.
"I'm sorry buddy, that's what I have for now. I'll figure something else out and take you back to where you belong."
You yawned and stretched, hanging your cloak on one of your bed posts. As he finished his small meal he gazed up at you and all sorts of thoughts rushed through his head. You were in your thin camisole, somehow having shed the layers of your vest and blouse in record time.
He barked at you, not knowing what else to do to try and get your attention. He was torn between wanting you to stop, but also wanting to continue watching you. It wasn't like he could tell you what he wanted either way.
You picked him up once more, smiling at him and holding him in front of you. He felt as if he would fall and braced his paws on your chest, the squishy flesh of your chest just underneath of him now.
"Don't worry, if I can't figure out where you go I'll take you under my wing for a little bit and we can have some more naps."
You had no time to process what was going on as you blinked and suddenly were not holding a dog anymore. All of a sudden Sebastian was in front of you red faced and with his hands right on your chest. Your eyes went wide and you felt mortified.
"Sebastian?!" You shoved him back and covered your face in embarrassment. You tried to find words to say, but you had way too many questions and you were tempted to kick him right in the trousers.
"Uhm...er....I can explain?" His voice cracked at the end of his statement and you just took a seat at the edge of your bed.
"Yes, please. Why are you standing there in place of the dog I just had?"
He tried to focus, but his eyes wandered down to your chest and you groaned, crossing your arms harshly.
He cleared his throat, "Right. Natty and I got into it about being an Animagus. And she said I wouldn't last a whole day as one and I—"
You put your hand out and shook your head, "I've heard enough. What am I supposed to do with you in here? You are not supposed to even be up here."
He eyed you cautiously before wiggling his eyebrows towards you and lowering his voice, "Well I can think of a few —"
"Nope! No." You were already humiliated and you couldn't take anymore.
"Do you have your wand?"
He felt around in a sudden panic before pulling it from a pocket in his robe and held it up to you triumphantly.
You stood up and pushed on his shoulder.
"Then get out!"
"No, but wait, I—"
You continued to push him until he was out of the door and you slammed it in his face despite his protests.
#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x reader#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy x reader#sebsatian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow x oc
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can u do kitty chesire x reader pls (if u still do eah lol) and u can u make it fluff. tyyy :3
romantic fluff hcs ; ever after high
thank you for requesting anon <3
this includes kitty cheshire <3
reader is assumed as gender neutral <3
my account is 16+, please interact accordingly <3
although she does have a habit of being, for lack of a better word, catty with others and enjoys causing mischief for those around her to deal with, she’s actually incredibly considerate of you as her partner — being mindful of your mood and mental state and always being careful to keep her pranks to times where you’re in a space to find them amusing rather than upsetting (she’s still very playful with you, of course, but she’s well aware of where the line is with you and makes sure to never cross it as long as she can help it)
she still definitely enjoys her alone time and her cat naps up in the trees of the enchanted forest, but she also comes to appreciate having alone time with you as well — in particular she comes to love sharing her hobbies with you: setting up pranks with you, curling up on your lap or in your arms and sleeping together in the forest, doing some knitting whilst you study, and so on
if ever you’ve had a bad day and want nothing more than to be left alone and allowed to sulk in your room in peace, she’ll make good use of her invisibility to pay you a visit and leave you a small gift to lift your mood before quickly leaving — you usually won’t realise that kitty’s even been there until you see her present, but by then she’s usually retreated back to the forest to have a quick nap, or headed into the main school building to mess with someone
if you’re not from wonderland she’s more than happy to teach you riddlish and eventually it will become the main way the two of you communicate amongst yourself — she loves it because it gives you the privacy to have whatever conversations you want without anyone else intruding upon it (unless, say, her best friend fur-ever is close by), and because none of your classmates are fluent in riddlish and she loves to keep people guessing
(riddlish is also the primary way that she’ll flirt with you, especially earlier on in your relationship because she loved seeing your initial confusion and, even better, the mixed reaction of being flustered and proud when you finally deciphered what she was actually saying to you)
kitty doesn’t talk about you or your relationship often to others — she does value being mysterious, after all — but to her wonderlandian friends her affections are as clear as day and lizzie in particular never lets her hear the end of it (teasing her about ‘losing her head’ because she’s so very in love over a cup of tea amongst painted roses in the croquet fields — which usually results in kitty poofing in and out of visibility until the topic shifts over to something more comfortably unusual for the two of them to discuss)
#sleepingdeath sapphic#sleepingdeath#gender neutral reader#ever after high x reader#eah x reader#ever after high fluff#eah fluff#fluff hcs#kitty cheshire x reader#kitty cheshire fluff
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Hot cat - I mean hot guy summer
Includes: amab!witch!reader, cursed!Wooyoung, cursing, mentions of a dagger being used, their enemy is lowkey stupid lol, a little bit of violence using magic, mentions of a dangerous flower being used, reader is a highkey damn simp for Woo lol, rough translations for Ateez's cover of Black Cat Nero. Original is by a duo named Turbo. Song is derived from an Italian children's song/lullaby
@newworldnet
Thank you to @ja3hwa and @bunnliix for proofreading
“Come on! We’re going to be late! Get your ass down here!” You heard Regina shout to you as you were just finishing up gathering the necessary materials for this quest. Robin had fallen ill due to being struck by a living plant in the Enchanted Forest and you were going with her to strike it down and get a sample of its leaves so you can create an antidote. Like how you guys used a tear from Henry when he got heartbroken in Camelot so you could free Merlin.
You still felt bad for the kid but at least he moved on.
As you guys poofed yourselves into the forest, you immediately set off to find the plant. According to her, the plant wasn’t actually living. Rather, it came alive due to a random witch’s work. They were most likely a follower of Gothel or a wannabe Gothel and you were slightly annoyed by that. She was annoying when she was still alive and you were so glad that Alice got rid of her.
There was one downside though. This witch always moved around. They never had a set location. You figured it was smart of them. The more you move, the more likely your tracks will be covered. If you did it correctly of course. If you move yet you leave something behind, you are bound to be found. In this case, this witch was smart. There were almost little to no traces of them left behind, which made this mission a lot more difficult than usual.
Three hours into the search, you and Regina were tired. You decided to make camp somewhere and settle down. You decided to take first watch. Regina nodded and placed a protection spell around your little camp in case someone decided to ambush you. After Regina fell asleep, you kept your eyes out for anything suspicious.
Another hour passes and you feel yourself getting sleepy. You told yourself that you’ll wake up your sister so she can take the next watch. However, that plan went down the drain when you heard a twig snap. Your ears perked up due to the sound and they perked up even more when another sound, albeit a faint one, rang out through the air. It sounded animal-like.
Perhaps a cat?
Your instincts were right when you saw a small black cat approach you.
Its big shiny eyes that glinted a soft yellow in the dim lighting of your fire stared up at you as it walked right up to you. Its fur was a mess, its body was covered in scratches, and its tail was shaking slightly. Its ears were drooped downwards and its mouth opened to let out a quiet mewling sound. You cooed at the sight and bent down to pet the little critter.
“You scared me, buddy! Don’t go doing that alright?” You exclaimed quietly and jokingly in hopes of calming it down. It meowed quietly and got closer to you before bumping its head against your knuckles. You obliged and kept petting the small creature, scratching at the base behind its ears before moving to scratch under its chin.
“You are my cute black cat
A red ribbon will look great on you.
But if you get mad
You will scratch and hurt others.”
You mindlessly sang this song until the end and it looked like the lullaby worked. You looked down and you saw the black cat curled up in your arms, sleeping soundly. You cooed at the endearing sight before bending down to kiss the top of its head.
The second hour had passed and you unfortunately had to go to bed since you felt the fatigue taking over. Setting the cat down for a second, you walked over to Regina and gently nudged her awake. She was up in seconds and quickly made her way to her post while you sneakily grabbed the cat and laid it beside you before you laid down and drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning, you stretched and looked around. The fire was out, the camp looked the same as it was before, and there was a random person’s bare feet staring straight at you in the face -
Wait a second…
Immediately, you got up and faced the person but you froze the moment you saw Regina with a knife against her throat. You then looked down and saw the leather cuff that was on her wrist.
You nor her put it on there.
“Move and her throat will be sliced open.” A raspy voice was heard. You finally looked at the person that was holding Regina captive. Your eyes widened and your annoyance grew even more.
You found the witch.
And she was looking raggedy as hell.
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. You raised an eyebrow at her in suspicion before gesturing to her to say what the fuck she needed. She pointed the tip of her dagger at you then back at Regina’s throat. You didn’t flinch one bit since you were used to weapons being pointed at you. Your patience was wearing thin and you felt your powers heat your palms. However, you remained calm and stared her down menacingly, smirking subtly when you saw the fear in the witch’s eyes. She was afraid.
Good.
“What do you want?” Your voice got deeper and you felt your eyes be tinted with a shade of blue, indicating that you will not hesitate to attack if she tried something. She scoffed and pressed the tip of the dagger against Regina’s throat a bit harder, which pissed you off.
“Where’s my cat?”
You had to scoff. She didn’t ask who you guys were, if you’re following her, or anything else a smart or a beginner bad guy would ask.
She asked about her fucking cat.
Feeling your patience run out, you flicked your wrist and the witch was sent flying back against a nearby tree. Roots sprang up and wrapped around her tightly. She tried to use her powers to free herself, but you were faster. You got the cuff off Regina’s wrist and slapped it on her own wrist. Now she was useless. As your midnight blue irises stared down at her, she cowered in fear. Clearly, she had no idea who you were.
“I don’t give a shit about your cat. It probably ran away due to how fucking stupid you are. But you were definitely smart enough to send that damn aconitum plant after one of our own. You’re extremely lucky the illness hasn’t gotten serious yet. However, you’re still going to help us create a cure.”
“And if I don’t? What are you going to do, loser?”
Oof. She was seriously getting on your nerves. A root wrapped itself around her neck and a slight choking sound emitted from her throat. All cockiness and pride were washed away as she realized the severity of the situation.
Not only did she piss off the Good Queen’s and Wicked Witch’s little brother, she also pissed off the deadliest and most powerful wizard known throughout all of the kingdoms hidden in Storybrooke.
The Demonic Ace.
She gulped nervously and tried to apologize, but the root was constricting her voice so you loosened the root a little bit so she can apologize and cooperate. Once you deemed her apology decent enough, you let her go yet also kept her in place at the same time. She got the memo and led you and Regina to where she was hidden before guiding you guys on how to properly create an antidote for the effects of the illness.
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That was almost three months ago. Robin got better, the stupid witch was detained, and you were back home playing video games. Until Zelena poofed in, grabbed your arm, and poofed out with you dragged along. Once you arrived at Granny’s Diner, you were glaring at her, indicating why she interrupted your gaming session. When she pointed in a different direction, you followed your eyes to where she was pointing.
And boy were you glad.
Sitting with your other sister, the Savior, and Henry was a gorgeous man. He had an equally gorgeous face with a pretty nose, pretty lips, piercing eyes, a piercing underneath his right eyebrow that had a slit on it, a sharp jawline, and black hair that was parted in a way.
You were a sucker for undercuts and piercings. You also couldn’t help but find the mole under his eye very endearing. You then looked down at his outfit.
You almost fell to your knees.
He had on an all black fit that contrasted very fucking well with his honey colored skin. A black fitted tee, a black leather jacket with a furred collar (also black), black baggy jeans, and black shiny boots.
Regina said that black is her color, but in all honesty, you were ready to fight in order to defend your opinion. Because in this moment right now
Black was his color.
Zelena pushed you to the table and as if they timed it, Regina, Emma, and Henry all moved out of the way before you fell into your seat. You sat up straight and you looked the man in the eyes, apologizing for being a klutz. He smiled brightly and shook his head.
“It’s ok, babe.”
HUH?!
BABE?!
WAIT DID THEY SET YOU UP ON ANOTHER DATE?!
As if he read your mind, he took your hand and kissed the back of it before setting it down and holding it gently in his own.
“Let me explain. My name is Jung Wooyoung. I’m a new resident of Storybrooke. Before that though, I was under an animagus curse and roamed the streets as a black cat for three years. You broke that curse.”
EVERYTHING MADE SO MUCH SENSE NOW!
You blushed and shyly grinned at him before shaking your own head. “It was nothing. And I’m sorry you got cursed. I totally understand if you don’t want to talk about it. Curses cast by witches and wizards fucking suck. But I’m glad I was able to free you!” You rambled nervously and he chuckled. His voice was smooth and a bit higher than a normal guy’s, yet it was still airy. He leaned over the table and kissed your cheek. Your blush got worse after that. A smirk painted his face as he spoke.
“Since I’m new, can you show me around?”
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They live here now
Ok so rather than spend an eternity sketching this out, I'll write it! STORY TIME!
CW: some descriptions of body horror (it's a hallucination)
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They'd decided to split up, in the end. That way they could cover more ground. The No Fun in Fungus Mikey had gone with the Until I Found You April and Karai. The others had gone off in their own little teams, with Mikey.02 going with the semi-evil Donnie and the morally grey Leo going with the Raph with anxiety issues and huge spikes on his elbows, taking Misa with them.
Mikey didn't want to pick favourites, but he had to say he was so ecstatic to spend more quality time with Gram-Gram. He'd teared up when he first saw her, and almost cried when she'd suggested that he come with them. Of course, mutant April was cool, too! But Mikey stayed close - almost uncomfortably close - to his alternate universe gram-gram. It took all his willpower to keep from holding her hand, clutching it tightly, wrapping his arms around her in a long-overdue hug. But he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He tried to keep his hands to himself. But that only made him focus on his scars and bandages, picking and scratching nervously at the marks that decorated his forearms and fingers.
"...Are they uncomfortable?" Karai asked, breaking the awkward silence between them.
"Huh? Oh! Uh, well, no, not anymore, really. Donnie got me these really cool compression gloves, and they help a lot. It's just a lot of scarring, now. But it looks cool, right?" He chuckled.
"Then why do you irritate the wounds?"
Mikey didn't really have an answer to that.
"Um... I guess... I'm just not used to them. I know they aren't bad or anything, but... they tell a story, y'know? And... I don't really like that story."
"I understand," Karai said, nodding softly and taking his hand in hers.
Mikey's stared down at the clasped hands. He smiled, squeezing her hand in his.
"Is it alright if I hold your hand? It will help keep you from fidgeting with the injuries," she asked.
"Yes," Mikey chuckled, awing at the irony. "That's fine! I don't mind."
The group pressed on. They walked past the many stands offering refreshments, references, lil kid coups, and villain squads to take over the surface world. There was a colourful assortment of characters they passed, each one having a somewhat familiar Leo with them.
"How will we tell which one is yours?" April asked.
"He's got really noticeable scars on his shell and plastron," Mikey explained. "Plus he's wearing blue nail polish. I painted his nails myself a few days ago."
"I think the prominent shell injuries will be easier to spot than the polish, but that's helpful," Karai noted.
"Look there!" April shouted suddenly, pointing towards a small cloud of blue in the distance.
The trio ran towards the smoke, finding several of the contestants screaming and crying as they tried to get away. Unseen by all, a disembodied sentient hand began scuttling away from the scene.
"There it is!" April shouted. "Get it! We get the hand, we find the alternate Leo!"
April immediately gave chase, Mikey and Karai calling after her to wait, be careful, it wasn't what it seemed. She didn't hear them.
She simply kept running after it, hoping beyond hope that her somewhat unreliable powers could help her catch the little creep. It certainly was fast! It slithered under a team of turtles, past April's reach. She concentrated hard, focused on the hand, and...
Poof!
April landed in a small area a few feet away from the hand, which somehow saw her - despite not having eyes - and attempted to stop itself. It slid on the floor, desperately trying to go in the opposite direction, when April's feline reflexes kicked in and she pounced on the creature. She placed all of her weight on the hand, crushing it under her stomach as she reached down and grabbed it by its wrist and gripped it with all her might.
"Ha! Gotchya! No scurrying away now -"
The hand threw the spores into her face. How?! Where had it gotten that secret stash from?! It wasn't as though it had pockets or anything to carry the extra fear spores in! April hacked and coughed, rejecting the air from her lungs and backing away. She felt the hand wriggling furiously in her palms. She held on to it with a death grip.
"No, no! You won't get away that easily, I don't care what you show me..."
April stood up, glaring at the arena before her as it slowly melted away.
"Now... show me what you've got."
The halls went dark. The crowds turned and looked at her. They started screaming. Faces came into focus... Dale, Kendra, Jason, Jeremy, Taylor Martin: the coolest girl in school, Seigel the lizard boy... all her "friends" from the school she'd had to quit. All of her previous bosses and employers, little Timmy from Albearto's, the guy who always dropped his groceries... they were here, too? And they all looked terrified of her. Disgusted by her. Some people started throwing stones and rocks at her, shouting at her to "get away from us, freak!" A bruise formed on her arm. April's knees started to shake. If this wasn't real... then why did it hurt like it was? She took a step back. The hand kept trying to wrestle itself free. She pressed it against her chest, digging her fingernails into it. It returned the favour. Still, she held on. She turned away from the crowds, only to be met by her mother and father.
"Mom? Dad...? What... what's wrong?"
"April, honey? Is... is that you?"
This wasn't a hallucination. This was a memory. Her parents, loving and understanding as they were, were terrified and horrified when she'd come home that night, covered in fur and sporting a brand new tail.
"What... what happened to you, sugar?" Her dad asked, his eyes pooling with tears behind his glasses.
"I... I know it looks bad, but..."
"We want our little baby back," her mom sobbed. "We want our sweet little April! Give her back to us!"
"What? I'm the same as I've always been! I just... got a little update, that's all!" April tried to choke down the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. "You... Mom and Dad never said that. They... they weren't - they aren't scared of me! I'm not a monster!"
"Yes you are."
April's eyes widened as the voice echoed all around the halls. It was deafening. She took a step back, felt something crunch and crack underneath her shoes. She looked down, and saw she was standing on a broken mirror. It's shards showed a deformed amalgamation of a beast, hairy and gnarled and bones bending the wrong way, large and warped and horrible! It looked like one of the giant zombie bosses from the video games she played, flesh turning in odd angles and folds, the four eyes burning and glowing but nearly falling out of the face, held in by loosely fitted bags of skin. The hair was snarled and the teeth were jagged. She It had four arms instead of two, and each set looked different. One pair was human - hers, her wonderful beautiful human skin spackled with mangey tufts of yellow hair. The other set of arms were smaller, almost animal-like... she knew exactly who they'd belonged to.
"You are a monster. You meant to save him, but you ended up killing him. You wanted to be his saviour, but you became his demise."
April screamed at the sight, the reflection howling and roaring right back at her. She ran from it, it followed her. The room got darker the further she ran away. She tripped over something, screaming with fear as the monster came closer...
...
"Where did she go?!" Karai yelled angrily. Not at Mikey, not meaning to be aggressive, but quite obviously she was worried. April had no idea what she was getting into with this thing! They didn't even know what that hand really was! It could be an oni, or a demon, or a interdimensional force, for all they knew!
The duo kept running through the crowds, searching for their friend.
"She's gotta be here somewhere," Mikey huffed as he tried to keep up with Karai.
Suddenly, a scream.
"Found her."
The two rushed towards the screams, and found April running at them frantically, her eyes glazed over with a blue tint, her arms hugging the hand close to her as she barrelled towards them. Mikey pulled out his nunchucks to stop her, and golden chains burst forth - one of which wrapped around her ankle and caused April to trip.
"Nicely done," Karai complimented.
Mikey beamed with pride, as the two dashed to April, who was still shrieking and trying to get away from whatever terrified her so.
"April? Can you hear me, April?" Karai tried.
April hyperventilated, her breaths short but fast. She wasn't getting enough air in her lungs...
"April!" Mikey shouted. "It's me and Gram-Gram!"
"Oh please, not you too," Karai mumbled under her breath. She'd save it for later, they had more pressing matters at hand... Karai knelt by the young girl. Mikey danced nervously around them, reaching for his AU friend.
"I can use my ninpo to snap her out of it--"
"No," Karai ordered, holding a hand out to keep Mikey at bay. "As painful as this is, I suspect that if she is under the spore's spell, she can counter it and use it."
"Use it... how?"
Karai ignored him, scooting in closer to April. She reached forwards and placed her hand on her shoulder, a soft green glow emanating from the touch.
"April. If you can hear me, know that you can beat this. You CAN beat it. This is nothing more than a fear, a thought, something you came up with, and as such you can destroy it. You shall not be challenged with something beyond your abilities!"
"I... I can't," April whimpered. "You're not seeing what I see..."
"That means nothing. You can beat it regardless."
"NO!" she screamed, clutching onto the evil hand so tightly that it turned purple. "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT! I'M NOT -- I'M NOT BRAVE LIKE YOU, I CAN'T FIGHT WHOLE DEMONS OR CURSED SETS OF ARMOR OR MONSTERS OR ALIENS OR--!"
"But you can, wakai hito, you can!" Karai insisted. "You ARE brave! I have seen you be brave! Just because you experience fear does not mean you are absent of courage. Courage is not the absence of fear, but the confrontation of it! It is how we respond to our terrors that is what is so important. And right now, I need you to help us."
"H-help?" she whimpered. "What do you...?"
"April, I believe that by using my ninpo, I can connect you to the spores hive-mind. You can use them to search for Leonardo. But you MUST defeat your fears first!"
"Come on, April!" Mikey joined in. "You got this!"
...
April thought about it. The monster came crashing through the glass, roaring at her. She stared it down.
Defeat my fear. Defeat my fear. Defeat my fear.
Okay then.
April stood up, staring the gross frankensteinian beast in its misshapen eyes. Drool dripped from their fangs, it snarled and heaved its heavy breath and growled low at her. April casually walked towards it.
"I know what you're scared of. And it's not that we killed him," she said, tears pricking her eyes as she crept closer to the ugly thing.
It growled louder at her. She took another step forwards. It took one step back.
"And it isn't that everyone else thinks that we're a monster, or a freak, or an outcast. They thought that long before we ever mutated, and it never bothered us."
The beast whimpered as she continued to come closer and closer. Its arms went slack, its deformed body turning in on itself as it tried to get away from her, terrified of her. The broken form betrayed itself, the legs caving in under the body, the stubby little arms cracking under the weight as it tried to hold its grotesque self up. It lay on the ground whimpering and whining and crying as April O'Neil stood over it.
"I'm not afraid of you," she said, her voice wavering as she finally admitted the truth. "I'm afraid of me. I'm afraid that... I'll never accept this. I'm afraid that who I am now... will never be who I wanted to become. I'm afraid that I will hate myself and blame myself for as long as I'll live. But that isn't true. It can't be, I won't let it be," April said, tears stinging her eyes and voice shaking as she knelt down by the monster, which had slowly been re-forming, changing into a proper reflection. It looked exactly like her, before she had been mutated. Her human form.
"I'm not afraid of you," she assured the frightened reflection. "And... and I forgive you, too. It wasn't your fault. You can let it go..."
April wrapped her arms around the reflection, who stiffened, and then went limp, sobbing into her jacket.
"I'm sorry."
The world erupted into light and darkness.
The figure burst into tiny specks of glowing blue light, fluttering away into the sky like stars determined to become a constellation, and April found herself floating, out of her own body, like a ghost.
This must be the whole "pinpo" thing Karai was always going on about...
The world was dead to her, she was far beyond it. It was a void, but not an empty one. It was filled with stars and light and souls and voices and music and webs - lines that connected one light to another.
"...pril! If you can... hear me.... Leo... find Leo!"
"Karai? Is that you?"
"Find Leo... hurry!"
Right, right! Find Leo. April began swimming in the near-emptiness around her, the realm that resembled outer space. A flicker of light soared past her. She reached out and touched it.
April gasped for air as she became an intangible ghost, witnessing someone's fear as they were spore-bombed... a moth/butterfly creature, watching as a thousand million spiders came for them.
She released the light, and found herself back in the void. So... each of these lights was a person, and their hallucinations from the mushroom spores!
"How am I supposed to find one mutant turtle in all of this?!" she shouted.
Her echoes flowed through the cavernous nothingness. Well, not complete nothingness, there was... wait, what was that?
Far off in the distance, there was a black hole. A dark spot, inky devastation, with nothing but a singular blue spark in the center, dimly lit and slowly fading. April soared towards it.
The darkness was suffocating. It was cold, frigid, and lonely. She had to hurry, she could feel herself slipping away from this place... waking up, coming to....
The tiny light she'd seen was no bigger than a firefly, blinking sadly and losing its will to keep the light going. April cupped her hands under it, holding it close.
And she waited to be transported into the fear. But nothing happened. The light from her hands faded away, but she was left drifting in the black hole.
She was utterly, painfully alone.
No... There was a shadow, floating nearby... A person?
"Leo?"
He didn't seem to hear her. She tried moving towards him, but couldn't get her phantom self to move in this place. She stretched her arm out, trying oh so desperately to get to him...
Her arm ignited in flame and a ghostly extension grew, reached out, her ninpo hand getting closer and closer and closer... but the world began to fade around her. She was running out of time!
"Leo!" she shouted desperately.
He turned softly.
His eyes were half-shut, but glowing an ominous shade of blue. His cheeks were stained with tears, which were also a bright neon glow-in-the-dark blue. He looked like a zombie, like he didn't even register who she was so much as the fact that she'd disturbed him.
He sadly reached out a hand... and touched her ninpo fingers.
APRIL WAS SNAPPED BACK TO REALITY SO FAST THAT IT GAVE HER WHIPLASH, A THOUSAND VISIONS FLOODING IN HER HEAD AND CAUSING HER TO SCREAM IN PAIN. SHE SAW THE DESTRUCTION, THE DEVASTATION, THE PAIN AND MISERY AND HURT AND LONELINESS. SHE SAW HIM REACH FOR HIS PACK AND FIND THE CONTENTS MISSING, HIS DETERMINATION TO RETRIEVE THEM, HIS CHASE AFTER THE HAND, THE ROOM --
...
"APRIL!" Mikey shouted, shaking her as she woke up. "ARE YOU OKAY?!"
"I-I'm... I'm alright," she panted, a cold sweat running down her neck and soaking her back. "That... that was kind of intense..."
"What was it like?" Karai asked nervously. "You were... not really present here. I sensed you'd gone to some other plane, or dimension - when I touched you, It felt like the Twilight Realm all over again..."
"It... I don't know what it was," April said, breathing heavily as she rubbed her arms from where the hand had scratched her... wait...
"Where... where's the hand.PNG?! Where did it go?!"
"You dropped it when you... hugged whatever it was you saw," Mikey whimpered. "We should have gone after it, but once you let go you started glowing and floating and were in your weird trance thing, and the hand sort of vanished."
"That's... that's alright, we don't need it anyway."
"Did you see him?" Mikey begged. "Did you find Leo?"
"I did," she said, the memory of that cold, dank, dark place slowly seeping back and causing her spine to freeze like ice and her hair to stand up on the back of her neck. "I saw him. He doesn't have much time left."
"W-Whaddya mean, he doesn't have much time left? What's happening to my brother??" Mikey whimpered.
"I don't know. But I think he's... he's stuck in the spores. Stuck in the hallucination, and if we don't find him soon--"
"But what's the worst that can happen? He has a heart attack or something? Could he literally be scared to death?"
"I fear it's much worse than that," Karai said, her voice low. "Michelangelo, you told me that the spores were connected to a larger mushroom?"
"Y-yeah, why--"
"I think that the longer he stays in his hallucination, the more... under its control he becomes? He barely reacted when he saw me, he looked like a sleepwalker or something," April explained. "We have to get him out before..."
"...Before what?" Mikey squeaked in terror, his head slowly retracting into his shell.
"I don't know for sure. But don't you worry," April said, standing up and dusting herself off. "I know where he is."
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tutant meenage neetle teetles#rottmnt april#rottmnt karai#rottmnt mikey#teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart#until i found you#no fun in fungus#fear spores#fear fungus#ficlet#rottmnt fanfiction#short story#long short story#cw body horror#tw body horror#mutant april o'neil#until i found you au#rottmnt until i found you#separated au#rottmnt separated au#tmnt au#tmnt au propaganda#tmnt au competition
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Weird question, but would we be able to get 1 strange and interesting fact we haven't heard before about each of your characters?
Ooo, that’s an interesting and fun one to think about~
I’ll go ahead and give one for every (main) named character so far. (Excluding future babies.)
Keep in mind I’m going off my memory with these. My memory is generally pretty reliable, but there is a chance I’ve shared any of these publicly. If that’s the case, let me know and I’ll think of something else. (Chats don't count. If one of these was heard in a chat with me, then it doesn't count as publicly mentioned.)
WARNING; Mention of death (Jerry) and suicidal implication (Akoya). (What. You never said they had to be fun facts. ...Don't worry, those are the only two that are more downcast in nature.)
Randy:
He was 2 years old when he saw a Mew for the first time (he barely remembers it though), and 3 when he learned what exactly it was he saw.
Akoya:
She almost let the lab fire reach her on purpose, with her survival instinct preventing it in the nick of time.
Lavender:
If she were to meet a (green) shiny Mewtwo, she'd be jealous of them.
Momo:
She likes the feeling of static shocks, but doesn't like the way it poofs her fur.
Midas:
There is a subject in which he will be bolder than Momo.
Persim:
He may have eventually taken a medicinal role in the colony if he'd stayed.
Sulfur:
He's known Randy and Lavender all his life, as he hatched under Rowan's care a couple years after they arrived. His mother is the Lucario mentioned in this writing.
Tol:
The disk on his head acts as both a suction cup and a strong muscle/set of muscles to cling to the underside of things.
Linda:
Instead of roses, I draw the "flowers" of her hands as bushels of feathers or specialty petals.
Jerry:
He doesn't seek death. He's just unusually familiar with its inevitability, and doesn't fear it.
Branch side:
Jovie:
Her favorite game/prank to pull is Psychically throwing water globs at people. Especially in the summer time to help cool them down.
Nicodemus:
Unlike the Movie Mewtwo, Nico never made clones of any Pokémon, and Amber doesn't exist. So there aren't any of those other 'twos for him to think about or remember.
Pari:
She would normally be disguised as a different Pokemon when first meeting strangers, but we all caught her off guard. Her disguise of choice is Floette.
Cody:
He is based on a Mii that showed up in my family's Wii for seemingly no reason. (We had access to the Check Mii Out Channel growing up, so I can only assume we downloaded him from there.)
BONUS FACT:
In a way, I've shown another character that will appear on @trials-of-vj, but not in the form of art. :3
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Adventure: Hunting in the Ghostglade
Beyond the fortress city of Amaranth there is a wondrous and serene landscape where phantom animals wander among their flesh and blood counterparts, dissolving into light at the slightest touch. For generations hunters have ventured to these Ghostglades to sharpen their skills and engage in sport year round, all without fear of damaging the local game populations. Whether the after effect of some long forgotten conjuration or, as many locals believe, the concession of a wild god to protect their beloved beloved children... the sight truly must be seen to be believed.
-A wanderer’s guidebook to the cities of the basilisk coast, 6th edition
Hooks:
While conducting business in the city of Amaranth, the party gives offence to some minor noble who challenges them to a duel.. though local custom differs greatly from what the party might be expecting. The Amaranthine nobles consider themselves to be peerless hunters, and so settle matters of dispute by determining who’s bow arm and spear hand is truest: riding through the ghostglade and its surrounding forest at high speeds while trying to tag as many of the phantom animals as possible. Since their quarry dissolves into light and mist after being struck, these riders are also followed by a pair of neutral judges who keep tally of the competitors’ kills, deducting points for unsportsmanlike behaviour.
A foreign priestess of Corellon has journeyed to the edge of the Ghostglade seeking answers and would gladly pay the party in escorting her further. Many of her order have debated about whether this magical patch of nature might be a working of their god and thus a worthy site of pilgrimage, though they’ve had only the generations old accounts of dead sages to mull over. Seeking the presence of her god, this priestess will have the party follow her as she seeks to find the natural temples of these meadowlands, or atleast places where they might be built. Her divinations do not bode well: no specific god seems to hold claim over these wilds, and reaching out to touch the land’s magic seems to make the phantom animals glitch out and become erratic.
Not long after their first trip out to the Ghostglades, the party are approached by a fur trader who claims his brother has gone missing. Their family came up as trappers specializing in the mundane beasts that made their home in the strange landscape, and though the two of them have moved on to bigger and better things, his brother still considers himself a prime outdoorsman. At the end of the trail, the party find a very badly wounded merchant’s brother who’s doing his best to not be spotted by an eerily silent pack of phantom humanoids, faceless, but armed with bows and spears and far more resilient than any of the other ghostly creatures they’ve seen.
There is an artifact in the dead centre of the Ghostglades, hidden in a rather out of the way cave, an alien cube of unplacable metal with a surface that shifts imperceptibly like a puzzlebox made of sand. What this object’s origins are, none can say, but its purpose is to understand, to observe and replicate animal life in real time by projecting hard-light holograms throughout the region in an attempt to build a model of their behaviour. However long the mechanism has been operating, it’s only been a few hundred years since the city of Amaranth was founded and people worked up the courage to start poofing its holograms for fun, disrupting its careful calculations. It’s taking the intervening years for the device’s un-mind to create a working model of what sort of animal a “hunter” is, having only recently concluded that they are entities that stalk, chase, ambush and kill anything that moves. Over the coming days, more and more of these projections will appear in the ghostglades, searching for interlopers, posing a definite threat to any who make their living off the surrounding meadowlands and forests.
#corellon#dnd#dungeons and dragons#d&d#5e#pathfinder#ttrpg#Arcane#scifi#Cleric#ranger#dare#low level#mid level#settlement#Wilderness#monster hunt#artifice#wilderness field#wilderness forest
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Dave had heard about a place where magic was used in fantastical ways, and in ways hed never heard about.
Dave right now was a sucker for any kind of magic he could study. With a new form and abilities, and a need to learn control through meditation and practice, he was eager to get his hands on books that were on the basic elements.
And here, he'd gotten himself a few that were basic, and even cheap. He'd even gotten an introduction on the elements and how they worked here, and he was ecstatic. By the laws here, he was considered a natural Aeromage by the fact he controlled electricity. It was amazing!
He had gone over a few more things, the dragon, sitting somewhere private to ho over things in the woods, near a city called Arx, he was able to not only read primers, but more explanations, and it gave him so many ideas.
He was near an abandoned shack of sorts, using it as a practice field of sorts, and Dave tried one of the elements here considered a healing agent; water.
Water was naturally malleable but also be dense, so he focused his mind, trying to ease the feeling in of mana, abd let it take shape of magic.. and instead of a small ball, he got a melon sized one and it shot out, smacking into a tree and practically destroying the poor thing.
The dragon scowled, wiping some droplets from his white and gold threaded coat. His control still wasn't there, but it had been a good attempt.
When you don't succeed, try again!
Dave as a dragon though might be considered odd here. He had sapphire blue scales that easily caught the light, with a purple mane thst reached just below his shoulders, and colourful horns that rested behind his ears, and perhaps comically to those here, a moustache was on his lips, with small whiskers, and long tail with poof of fur at the tip.
Add to the fact he was 8 foot 5 in height, he could be quite intimidating, especially with those claws of his that were his hands. But so far, he'd been nothing but cordial.
But to those that could feel it, he was powerful. Very powerful. But that was only felt by those that could sense it, since he didn't flaunt it.
Reyna could sense him the moment he arrived, as could all the other Awoken she knew. She was unsure how to feel about this sort of high power. She knew her own power was equal to it, but that did little to assuage her as she did not even trust herself with this power. A stranger being just as strong only served to unnerve her. So the best solution, was to confront them and see what their deal was.
So she finds where they're practicing hydrophist magics, and sighs. That level of control over such a simple water formation was...disconcerting. She then makes her presence known as she steps out.
"Greetings, I am Reyna. I felt you practicing your magic out here, and came to observe. Not many from other worlds try to learn our form of magic." She says calmly.
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here's a part 2 to the steddie fantasy au post :3
The prince isn't like anything Eddie imagined.
He knows Steve watches him perform, he can feel his eyes follow him around the market as he sings to little old ladies and plays songs for the young kids to dance to. No one knows why the prince is never allowed to leave the castle. Eddie can't recall a single time he's seen Steve anywhere but in his window, smiling down at Eddie.
That's what had prompted his first visit, curiosity.
He hadn't meant to shift out of his cat form, hadn't even meant to step off the windowsill, but he was admittedly a little distracted by a shirtless, dishevelled Steve, his voice still raspy from sleep as he ushered Eddie into his room and called him a 'pretty little thing.' He'd been distracted. He hadn’t noticed Steve's closeness, his hand suddenly reaching out to touch him had surprised Eddie and he'd lost control, he'd poofed; that's what his uncle called it.
No one has ever seen him poof. He's usually so careful. His uncle had lectured him about it his whole life. "People are afraid of the unknown, Eddie. Protect yourself. Be careful." He expected Steve to send the guards after him, to have him caged and prodded by the castle witch, but he never did. A week passed by and Steve still sat at his window everyday and watched Eddie perform.
Sometimes he waves shyly, sometimes he just sits there and smiles that secret smile of his, like he's saying, "I see you."
The second time he goes to see Steve, Eddie sits quietly on his windowsill, his paws a little sore from scaling the tower wall, his tail flicking back and forth as he watches the way Steve writhes in his sleep, his face scrunched up and his hands fisted in his sheets as he cries out for his mother, it's an awful, broken sound.
Eddie knows the story of the Queen's death, he'd been the same age as Steve when it happened, he knows that the young prince had watched his mother's blood spill as a king from a rival country cut her throat at the annual peace treaty, the blood had sprayed all over Steve and his father. Eddie had watched the whole thing from a windowsill high on the palace wall. He'd screamed so loud he poofed and fell from the window, landing in the garden below. His uncle had held him as he mourned the Queen.
A part of him wanted to curl up next to Steve, to comfort the prince and wipe his tears, to sit on his chest and purr, something that he did for his uncle when he couldn't sleep. Wayne couldn't shift anymore, his bones were to old and weak, Eddie's purrs and soft fur are the only things to bring him comfort. He aches to do the same for Steve.
Eddie sits on the windowsill until he sees the sun start to rise, until he hears the sounds of the town waking and the birds calling. When Steve groans sleepily and rubs at his face, a sign he's waking up, Eddie quietly creeps back down the castle wall and goes home.
#sorry i havent been active today i was determination to finish reading this book i started last weem#i did#its so good#anyways#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#st4 vol2#steveddie#fantasy steddie
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hii!! I was wondering if you could match me up with someone!! My name is Jamila(its arabic) and im a lesbian she/her hobbies: i sing(soprano),play piano,draw,figure skate,sew,bake, and crochet. Personality: im a very social person!! Im usually nice but i can be somewhat bratty sometimes(as in if we dont do what i wanna i kinda shut down),i can be bitchy sometimes but thats usually when im overstimulated or about to have a meltdown(im autistic), im also really hyper!! My love language is physical touch(im a very clingy person usually. I do have kinda bad communication skills bc of how i was raised so i usually start crying when im mad or sad abt something. I apologize alot sometimes. Im mentally ill(idk if i should mention that😭)
abt me!!: I have a cool scar on my hand(it covers the side w the thumb on it) from a 2nd degree burn. I have a few more scars all over! My favorite colors are pink and red. Im mexican!!! I LOVE musicals(especially mean girla and heathers). My favorite actor is Avantika,winona ryder or renee rapp. My style is mcbling(fav color combo for outfits is black and pink) i love shoping. My parents own a restaurant so im usually hanging around there and bake things! I live in Miami(basically live at the beach tbh) i LOVE juicy coutore i own lots of vintage juicy and vintage Victoria secret pink things! Im a cat person! Im a picky eater(😭) and i have insomnia (its horrible.) IM TERRIFIED of bugs and i LOVE flowers i hope this was enough info abt me..😖. My demon has pink hair (like verosika),pale white skin(basically fur shes a bunny),she has bruise marks and cut marks in pink on her fur (kinda like birth marks for hell?) because when she died she was beaten to death. She has bunny ears that are usually flopped down and a bunny tail:3 she wears a red leather mini skirt w a red tank top that has lace on it. She wears juicy coutore jewlery and has red thigh highs w black boots(therye platform)
i hope that was enough info!!! Have a good day thank you:))
Your Matchup is....
Velvette!
I think this one was obvious, but still :D
I think that initially she’d own your soul as a fashion designer, but over time you guys forget that she owns your soul
She likes that you have multiple hobbies because in the beginning that means you would’ve been a content farm for her, but as she started to care for you saw that you have a limit she made a schedule that worked for her and you so that you were comfortable
She doesn’t mind the physical touch even if it’s not really her love language, but don’t touch when she’s mad or busy! She is sensitive to that kind of thing so just ask first and you’re in the clear!
Her love language is quality time so spend time with her as she talks shit and she’ll be all smiles
Velvette is like the 2nd bitch out of the V’s so don’t worry about that (though you seem sweet so it balances out a bit)
You’d be surprised that the V’s have pretty decent communication skills (look at the media empire they run in all of Hell) so if yours is bad she’d either ask for clarification so just try to figure it out on her own (not in a bad way, but more so in a time efficiency way)
Crying when mad or sad is just a stress reliever! I don’t think she’d make fun of people for crying, but she usually doesn’t care unless it is you crying because she’s with you not the those other people
Why shop when she can poof it up or have someone make it? Jk she’d also love to shop with you and show off her designs in stores too, but if it’s like trinket shopping she wouldn’t mind as well
She wouldn’t mind having a cat… just keep it out of her studio.
Velvette is probably a picky eater too so don’t worry y’all are there together
Velvette has a shit sleep schedule due to managing their social media and apps and designing so she’s happy to have another person be up with her
Sadly nice flowers aren’t in hell, but hey she can make flowers out of fabric!
“Velv…? You up?” You open your eyes to see Velvette laying on her back, her own eyes closed.
“Yeah, Sweetie… Can’t sleep?” She lets out a deep breath before turning to you.
“No… Wanna cuddle?”
“Yeah, I’ll hold you for a bit.”
She pulls you closer and you guys curl around each other.
“You’re tense. Wanna talk about your day?”
“Fuck yes. Tell me why this bitch Vox wants to be all modern and shit, doesn’t understand the fact that not everything can have a 1950s filter or theme to it? Have you seen his posters in the lobby? Horrendous! I’m so close to burning them.”
A/N: twinnn where have you been jk jk but i’m cuban and i grew up/visit florida a lot i miss it so much :( i also crochet :)
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel matchup#hazbin hotel matchups#velvette x reader#hazbin hotel velvette
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Alyx? Little?
Alice Liddel?
(img ID under cut)
[ID: a knees up portrait of Alyx from RWBY, a young girl with warm brown skin and dark brown hair pulled back by a dark blue ribbon. She is wearing a plain white button up shirt with short poofy sleeves underneath a dress that gradients from dark to light blue. It is tied at the waist with a red, blue, and gold sash that is pinned with a gold brooch in the silhouette of a rabbit. the bottom of the dress poofs out, and is detailed with gold flecks across the skirt, and gold filigree at the hem. She is looking up and to the left, with her head tilted slightly that way. She is pressing her right hand to her face as if pondering something, and her left hand is at chest height in front of her, holding Little.
Little is a white and tan mouse, with the tan fur showing on the outside of its arms and legs, and the top of its head. It is mirroring Alyx's pose, head tilted up and to the right, its large pink ears flopping over, and its left hand pressed against its face as if pondering something. Its right arm is at its side. They are standing in front of a dull green circle with darker green hatching. END ID]
#rwby#rwby9#rwby v9#rwby spoilers#rwby alyx#rwby little#rwby theory#(I think Alyx is innocent and has been reincarnated as little)#thats the theory here
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Class of Heroes Intro
Here's the final installment! The title sequence for Class of Heroes! As always, @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Enjoy!
(Instrumental of "Ever Ever After" begins to play. The camera shows a panoramic view of a gorgeous and old-fashioned palace, before zooming up to the sign in the front courtyard, which reads, "Francois Preparatory Academy" in looping golden script. The screen then shows several interior shots of the gorgeous school; the grand ballroom, the massive theater, a classroom, the main entry hall, before zooming out to a field of emerald green grass outside the school.)
(We come to a dirt clearing in the middle of a field, where a girl of Eurasian descent, donning a practical pink hanfu is practicing motions while wielding a sword with a hilt carved to resemble a dragon, an expression of determination in her blue eyes...only for them to shoot open wide as she trips over a rock, prompting an exasperated groan from the small black cat hovering nearby while a small red cricket hops over to check on the girl.)
*TITLE CARD: Marinette: Honorable warrior...and a bit of a klutz!*
(The camera zooms into something golden resting at the edge of the clearing, and we are suddenly following a long, long trail of silky blonde hair, eventually landing on a boy with sparkling green eyes, perched on a windowsill, smiling brightly as he is brushing out his fifty-foot locks. The boy begins to hum a soft melody, causing his hair to begin glowing a brilliant gold, as the small teal snake wrapped around his shoulders hisses in content.)
*TITLE CARD: Adrien: Sunshine prince with a whole lotta hair, and a special power that comes with it!*
(Adrien smells something cooking and looks in the window of what is revealed to be the cafeteria. The camera zooms into the kitchen, where a girl of creole descent with her hair tied back is mixing ingredients into a large pot of gumbo. She adds a few shots of tabasco, deeming it perfect after tasting a sip, and begins ladling it into bowls for the lunch rush.)
*TITLE CARD: Alya: Determined workaholic with a passion for good ol' southern cookin'!*
(On their way out of the kitchen and into the cafeteria, one of the cooks trips over a bump in the rug and falls over, sending the tray of gumbo bowls he was holding flying into the air. However, before they can hit the ground, the bowls and airborne gumbo are trapped midair in a glittering blue aura, floating and reassembling themselves on the tray as the cook is set back on his feet. The camera then pans over to a boy with a dark pink cap, comfy pastel clothes, a laidback smile, and a glittering wand.)
*TITLE CARD: Nino: The best bro you could ever ask for, with a magic touch!*
(Nino turns and winks at the audience, pointing his wand, and with a *poof* the scene changes to the warm and yet grand atmosphere of the school's library. The camera pans over the shelves before coming to rest by a roaring fireplace, where, in a large armchair, a girl with short blonde curls and wistful blue eyes sits with a book, reading about far-off places, daring swordfights, magic spells and a prince in disguise!)
*TITLE CARD: Rose: Fairytale-Fanatic bookworm who sees the beauty beneath the surface!*
(The camera pans over to a window with roses growing in a pot on the windowsill, before being whited out by the sun, allowing the scene to transition outside, to the school's maze-like garden. Moving into a row of tall rosebushes, we see a girl with silky black fur and large horns walking down the path, before she stops and gently takes one of the roses in her black claws, admiring its beauty.)
*TITLE CARD: Juleka: Beastly princess who proves that beauty is found within.*
(Juleka smiles softly as she hears a soft melody floating through an open window, making the camera pan to the left in order to look inside. Sitting before an ornate grand piano is a boy with his teal hair pulled back in a ponytail and a gentle smile, his fingers flying expertly across the keys, weaving a story through music as he smiles peacefully.)
*TITLE CARD: Luka: Mellow maestro who plays mesmerizing melodies for all the land!*
(The camera suddenly pans up into the sky, where a horse with orange-brown fur and golden wings is swooping through the clouds. The camera follows him as he swoops downward towards the main entrance of the school, where a very muscular boy with a goofy, but cute smile is carrying a stack of large crates up the front steps. He sets them down, giving a wave to the grateful teachers as he bounds down the steps.)
*TITLE CARD: Kim: Loveable Himbo with the heart of a true hero!*
(Kim smiles with a dreamy look on his face as he hears a familiar and gorgeous singing voice approaching. The camera pans upward to see a girl with adorable freckles and wavy red hair walking towards and descending the steps, twirling with a bright smile as watches the people around her with bright and curious eyes.)
*TITLE CARD: Ondine: Mermaid princess who's happy to be part of this world!*
(Suddenly, Ondine's foot catches on a step and she begins to fall, bracing for impact with the ground. Thankfully, Kim is there just in the nick of time, catching her in his arms. With a loving smile, the two give each other a soft kiss before Kim is splashed with water from a nearby fountain, and we turn to see a girl with the scales of a tropical fish and sharp teeth smiling mischievously.)
*TITLE CARD: Missy: One feisty fish but a friend to the end!*
(Suddenly, a colorful carpet whizzes across the screen in midair, the camera hurrying to follow it. Once we catch up, we see a girl with messy pink hair and patched-up clothing smirking as she looks over the contents of the wallet she snatched off of one of those jackass royals. Turning to the screen, she gives a two-finger salute.)
*TITLE CARD: Alix: Former street rat with sticky fingers and attitude to spare!*
(Alix is then grabbed by the back of her collar by a blue hand, jerking her with a yelp and pulling Carpet to a stop. The camera does a spinning pan to reveal a boy with cerulean skin and an abundance of gold jewelry looking at Alix with an unamused expression. He holds out a hand, and Alix reluctantly forks over the wallet, which he returns to its owner with a snap of his fingers.)
*TITLE CARD: Ismael: All-powerful genie getting a taste of life as a free man!
(Alix and Ismael look up as a microdrone flies across the sky, carrying some documents with what looks like mechanical plans. The small robot flies in through the window of a small mechanical workshop, where a bespectacled boy dressed in baggy and comfy clothes works at a cluttered desk, turning to look at a large, marshmallow-like blue robot before turning and examining the plans.)
*TITLE CARD: Max: Robotics genius with a mind that just won't quit!*
(The scene suddenly cuts to an archery target in a field outside the school, which is pierced dead in the center of the bullseye. The camera pans to the side, showing the same thing happening to several other targets. The camera then pans back to show a girl with short black hair and a practical junihito aims another arrow straight toward the screen, her expression fierce and focused.)
*TITLE CARD: Kagami: Cold and quiet princess with a fiery heart and deadly aim!
(We hear a soft, almost angelic voice singing peacefully from somewhere offscreen, and the camera gently drifts into the nearby forest, coming to rest in a flowery clearing. Surrounded by a ring of light that almost resembles a halo, we see a girl with soft blonde curls and tender amber eyes, singing beautifully to a dove perched on her finger, as a bevy of other woodland creatures are at her side, listening with rapture.)
*TITLE CARD: Mylene: The fairest in all the land, of both heart and face.*
(Mylene smiles in a loving way, looking up at the school's belltower as she hears the grand chimes of noon sounding out. The camera zooms up to the tower, swooping in through the window, and weaving through the bells from above before resting on a tall, muscular boy with a hunched back and a slightly sunken eye, who smiles as he ceases pulling on the thick ropes, listening to the bells chime as three small gargoyles swoop around the rafters.)
*TITLE CARD: Ivan: A big guy with some atypical features but the gentlest heart.*
(The camera pans deeper into the forest, the trees growing thicker, covering the area in shade, soft grasses and dark flowers, where another song, the wistful melody of 'Once Upon a Dream', is being sung by a boy with brilliant red hair, who is drawing in a sketchbook as he spins contentedly through the woods. Suddenly, he lets out a loud yawn...and collapses on the soft grass, snoring peacefully.)
*TITLE CARD: Nathaniel: Creative prince who has a bit of a narcolepsy problem...*
(The camera pans over to where some frost has begun to spread through the grass. We follow the trail to a small pond, which has been frozen over by a thick layer of ice, on top of which skates a raven-haired prince clad in shimmering blue, his green eyes twinkling as he sends wafts of snowflakes from his fingertips into the air, forming different shapes and patterns.)
*TITLE CARD: Marc: Sweet but nervous royal with the chilly power of frost!*
(The camera flashes back to the school, skimming along the ornate floor of the grand ballroom, coming to rest on the motions of a broom, sweeping dust into a pan. The shot then pans up to reveal a girl with shining blonde hair dressed in simple work-clothes. She hums 'Sing, Sweet Nightingale' to herself as she continues to sweep, smiling at a mouse that darts up onto her shoulder.)
*TITLE CARD: Zoe: Former housemaid and world's most patient stepsister!*
(The camera pans upward to a nearby banister, where a girl with tailored blonde curls and a froufy yellow dress watches Zoe cleaning with a pensive expression, while also examining her nails to make sure each one is perfect. She then turns with a huff to leave, casting a remorseful glance at her half-sister before she goes.)
*TITLE CARD: Chloe: Former bully who's slowly learning the value of goodness.*
(The shot switches to the school's lavish dance studio, where a girl with neat ginger hair and skin carved from pine wood is performing an intricate tap dance routine. After executing a few flawless turns and kicks, she takes an ending pose, to the applause of her peers. She notices a scratch in her arm, takes out a block and begins to sand it out.)
*TITLE CARD: Sabrina: Wooden girl who won't be anybody's puppet anymore!
(The shot changes over to the school's elaborate display of trophies and student art...which have been knocked asunder by a group of rambunctious students. Suddenly, the fretting teachers watch as a blue aura surrounds all the paraphernalia, levitating them back into pristine order. The shot rotates to show a blonde girl with glittering wings, clad all in blue as she wields a star-tipped wand and gives a stern look to the sheepish students.)
*TITLE CARD: Aurore: Motherly fairy who maintains order as best she can!*
(With a clean swoop, the shot changes to the in-school TV studio, where a girl with dark hair, and the ears, tail and eyes of a lion, nervously flicking through the script of the report she's about to give. Hearing the call of "Rolling!", she looks up at the camera, putting on their best smile.)
*TITLE CARD: Mireille: Future Lion Queen who's ready to stop running away from her past.
(From somewhere up above, we hear the sound of jingling bells, and the camera pans up to see a small fairy with a short pixie cut, clad all in green whizzing down the hall with some miscellaneous supplies in a bag at her side, dodging past the heads of other people, no doubt focused on her newest project.)
*TITLE CARD: Lacey: Spunky fairy with a talent for tinkering and ingenuity.*
(The scene cuts to a field outside the school, where some snooty princes are engaging in a game of croquet. Suddenly, all of their mallets are swiped from their hands. While they’re looking around in confusion, one prince is tripped and falls head-over-ass from his own mallet. The audience hears mischievous laughter from someone, and the camera pans over to a boy with bright red locks, clad all in green, grinning broadly as he flies away.)
*TITLE CARD: Simon: Neverland jokester learning the value of growing up.*
(The shot transitions to a road outside the school, which is blocked by trees from a recent storm. An extremely tall student with wild curls and colorful overalls steps up, easily demolishing the trees with their massive fists and clearing the way for cars and carriages to pass through without trouble.)
*TITLE CARD: Denise: "Bad Guy" with a huge heart coded to be good!*
(The shot changes to a wide view of the entrance to the school’s gorgeous gardens, where more and more flowers seem to be growing by the second! The camera then pans over to a girl of Indian descent, dressed in beautiful, colorful floral prints, who is growing rows and rows of roses and carnivorous sundew, humming lightly to herself as the different colored pollens stain her clothes.)
*TITLE CARD: Reshma: Family golden child with serious flower power ready to express her true self!*
(The shot then changes to the main gates of the school, where a crowd of people has assembled around a teen with curly hair, dressed in 90’s inspired pop garb. They give everyone a smile as they pose for picture after picture and sign numerous autographs.)
*TITLE CARD: Cosette: Beloved popstar with a voice to make a siren blush!*
(The scene then transitions to the school’s grand amphitheater, where a show of epic proportions is being put on, complete with music, lights and a full chorus. In the center of all the grandeur is a student clad in gold jewelry and stylish Inca robes, belting each note perfectly and loud enough for everyone to hear.)
*TITLE CARD: Jean: Bigshot emperor with theatrical flair who's learning to watch out for the little guys!*
(With a dazzling smile, Jean produces a blue desert flower in his hand and tosses it to someone in the crowd. It lands in the hands of a prince clad in shimmering teal whose eyes twinkle behind his glasses. He gives the emperor a soft smile as he pets the tiger reclining at his side.)
*TITLE CARD: Austin T: Spirited prince who's not a prize for anyone to win!*
(The scene then transitions to a dark hallway, shadows creeping around every corner. Suddenly, the audience hears an eerie giggle sounding from somewhere in the darkness. With a deathly shriek, a girl who appears to be a skeleton, dressed in a trimmed and macabre black suit with a lacy gothic parasol appears, causing the camera to seem to jump. The girl giggles, her unearthly violet eyes twinkling.)
*TITLE CARD: Eri: The Pumpkin Queen of Halloween, always ready for a good scare!
(The camera then drops to the floor, showing a detached blue hand carrying a handful of flowers as it scuttles along the floor. It then jumps up to reattach itself to a patched-together boy with shaggy black hair, fiddling with a vial of something called ‘Fog Juice’.)
*TITLE CARD: Anthony: Ragdoll with a snarky streak and Eri's voice of reason.*
(Anthony smiles as he hears a lovely voice humming a soft tune, and turns to see a prince of Hispanic descent walking towards him, gently stroking a small rabbit in his arms on the head. The young royal blushes as the ragdoll hands him the flowers he had collected, squeaking in happy surprise.)
*TITLE CARD: Jesse: Gentle and musical prince with a secret love for the spooky!*
(The camera zips out of the dark hall, stopping at a doorway when a cheerful bark is heard from inside the school’s graphic arts studio. A well-put-together girl with the ears and tail of a cocker spaniel trots out, watching her latest project on her tablet, making tweaks as needed, her tail wagging in seemingly constant joy.)
*TITLE CARD: Ayesha: Perky puppy who loves making peppy cartoons!*
(Ayesha’s ears perk up as a girl with neatly arranged dark curls and thick glasses hustles by, carrying several scrolls and maps while reviewing an ancient text in a book, weaving effortlessly through oncoming students as she takes notes on her cell phone.)
*TITLE CARD: Dot: Quirky but organized librarian with a fascination for the undiscovered.*
(As Dot passes, the shot focuses in on a student in a dark purple chiton dotted with punk-rock accessories, watching the passing students with a somewhat bored and detached expression as they spin a small white flower between their fingers.)
*TITLE CARD: Roxie: Snarky rebel against society with some heavy debts to pay.*
(The shot then transitions back to the woods outside the school, where a student with perky glasses and blue-black hair pulled into a neat bun sketches a detailed diorama of a young mother squirrel in its habitat, adjusting their yellow dress as they make sure each detail is immaculate.)
*TITLE CARD: Petra: Gifted sketch artist with a passion for the natural world.*
(The camera zooms up to a window of the school, revealing what seems to be the chemistry lab…for only mere seconds before the room is engulfed in an unusual pink smoke. When it clears, a student covered in pink powder, clad in a white labcoat and platform sneakers grins madly at the success of their latest experiment.)
*TITLE CARD: Anais: Eccentrically brilliant chemist who'd love to be a superhero!*
(Just outside the chemistry lab, a girl with wild red curls and a stylish leather jacket appears to be fiddling with the hi-tech wheels on her skates, trying to adjust them to lower resistance and amplify her speed. With a smile at her seeming success, she takes off down the hall in a blur.)
*TITLE CARD: Aggie: Skating speed demon with a brainy edge and 'tude to spare!*
(In the school’s main office, a girl with well-groomed white fur and the ears and tail of a mouse adjusts her fluffy purple cap as she arranges a stack of documents for a missing child case in perfect order, ready to be sent to the RAS.)
*TITLE CARD: Candace: Passionate social work intern with natural leadership skills!*
(The scene then transitions to the school’s basketball court, where a tall boy of Korean descent with short, spiky hair of a bright red hue is dancing to ‘Nobody Like U’ through his headphones as he scores three-point shots effortlessly in succession of each other.)
*TITLE CARD: Soo-Yeon: Pop Band Fanboy who's a beast on the basketball court!*
(The camera then exits the gym and zips through the hall, until entering the door of the school’s shop classroom, where there’s been an accident with some of the equipment. A tall girl clad with a pink cap and clad in white overalls whips out a golden hammer, tapping it against the broken machines and repairing them instantly.)
*TITLE CARD: Margo: Fix-proficient video game hero who wants everybody to be happy!*
(Outside the shop classroom, a girl of Asian descent wearing a flat hat and a strip of fabric over the lower half of her face watches the passing students with keen eyes, never seeming to rest or change expressions for a moment.)
*TITLE CARD: Staci: Warrior and friend of the dragons, not the best with trust.*
(The shot changes to an overhead view of a police-academy modeled obstacle course, overseen by a surly instructor. With a high trill of the whistle, a girl with short auburn hair and the ears and tail of a rabbit, begins the course, blazing through it in record time as the other students watch in awe.)
*TITLE CARD: Parker: Aspiring cop-to-be and the most determined person you'll ever meet!*
(The camera then once again zooms back to the woods, climbing up a tall oak tree and stopping on a particular branch. On that branch perches a muscular boy with the features of a fox, shooting arrows at falling leaves with a relaxed smile.)
*TITLE CARD: Brecken: Big-hearted jock who gives back to the community in his own way!*
(Brecken turns with a smile as someone lands delicately on the branch next to him. A girl with immaculate brown curls, a stylish blue coat and a delicate red parasol dusts herself off as she hums a merry tune to herself, having just completed another babysitting job. She did so adore children!)
*TITLE CARD: Evie: Devoted and near-perfect caretaker of the young with a passion for parasols and song!*
(Down below, beside the entry road, a wheelchair-bound student with wire black curls and a variety of mechanical parts films the procession of carriages for a class assignment, an easy and spacey smile on their face as she cheerfully greets everyone who passes by.)
*TITLE CARD: Mona: Friendly half-car who's always smiling, even when they're confused as heck!*
(The scene then transitions to the school’s kitchen, where a girl clad in wizarding robes is simultaneously leading the dishes to the sink with magic and solving complex math equations on a blackboard, murmuring quiet little utterances to herself as she works.)
*TITLE CARD: Eloise: Brilliant mathematician with the additional talent of ancient sorcery!*
(The scene then changes to the school’s cafeteria, where Alya has just brought a bowl of her gumbo to a blonde boy clad all in pink, stopping a moment with a fond smile to listen to him chattering excitedly about some new happening at the school.)
*TITLE CARD: Austin A: Spoiled southern beau with a sweeter side once you get to know him!*
(Just outside the school, a hapless chicken nearly walks right into an open manhole cover, only for the water from a nearby fountain to scoop it up, and deposit it into the waiting arms of a boy with dark red hair and tattooed arms, who gives its head a fond pat.)
*TITLE CARD: Austin Q: Cranky Chief's son who shares a special connection with the water!*
(The camera follows a boy in spiffy dress clothes with his hair pulled back in dreads as he talks rapidly on the phone about an upcoming superhero publicity event he has planned, wanting everything to go smoothly.)
*TITLE CARD: Austin B: Hero enthusiast who wants to shed some light on super prejudice!*
(The scene changes to that of the school's state-of-the-art training facility, where a young man with shaggy blonde hair and dark-hued battle armor is battling a magical simulation with his sword. He is swiftly victorious, sheathing the blade...only to notice something glowing in his pocket. He takes out a small, smooth blue gemstone, staring at it with an unreadable expression.)
*TITLE CARD: Felix: Raised to be a lawman, destined to fall between right and wrong.*
(The scene changes to the school's lush courtyard, zooming up to stone pavilion, where a skeletal girl clad in gaudy orange plays a soulful love song for an adoring crowd, only for her expression to darken as she hears two students murmuring about how they had heard this song before...and not from her.)
*TITLE CARD: Lila: Performer with a closet full of dark skeletons to hide!*
(In the grand entry hall stand two women, one with shimmering fairy wings and another in distinguished wizard robes. Caline Bustier and Olga Mendeliev, the teachers of the famed 'Hero Classes'. The two magical teachers turn to face the entrance of the school as the grand, gold-plated oaken doors fly open, allowing the students to walk in as sunlight dances on the gleaming tiles. Directed by their educators, the students gather together under a massive stained-glass window, smiling at the camera for the final group shot.)
(With a grin and a flick of Nino's wand, the title appears on the screen in looping, grand cursive with a poof blue pixie dust: "Class of Heroes". A rainbow of fairy dust rains down, sending us to black screen.)
And that concludes this little miniseries! I hope you enjoyed, and lave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!
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