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kiruamon · 1 year

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Part 23

Despite the fact that it was already late into the afternoon, there were still a few students roaming around the campus of Spooky High after school hours. Whether to hang out with their friends or because they were participating in one of the many club activities.

Carrying his little friend in his arms, Oz hurried across the schoolyard and over to the bathrooms to the spot where he had picked up Pip barely two weeks ago. "It must have been around here…" Quickly the entity looked around, but it didn't appear that anyone else was nearby, so Oz set the little hedgehog down on the ground without hesitation. "So... let's see if we can find that mirror somewhere."

Keeping his nose close to the ground, Damien constantly pushed aside annoying blades of grass with his tiny snout to make his way through this jungle of rampant weed. Was this the spot? Or should he have gone in the other direction? If only he could remember clearly! But the moment seemed blurry when he tried to. All he knew was that he hadn't wandered too far from the back of the bathrooms when he had taken a peek inside the messed up thing. Again he looked back at the monster sliding around on its knees at his side, which had so selflessly offered to help him. Several small phobias kept watch from Oz's head and shoulders with tiny binoculars for the lost artifact, while his classmate systematically searched the dry grass for the mirror or any clue as to its whereabouts. Damien was really glad that he chose to ask Oz for help. Good! "No time to stand around lazily!" he reminded himself, with a motivated snort, before continuing his search.

"Strange, I can't find anything unusual here." "Same over here! Nothing except this stupid grass, a few pebbles, a bunch of dirt, and some gross bugs and worms," Damien said, shuddering a little at the thought of the oversized pests that had been crawling right in front of his nose. Disgusting abominations! It was enough to drive him crazy! And they had already been searching here for half an hour or so!

"I guess you weren't lucky either… " Unlike what he had hoped for, Oz had not even found the slightest hint of anything being out of the ordinary. However, it had also been a while since he had found Pip. The grass had most likely recovered by now, if something had been lying here at all… Maybe they had to widen their search. "Or… ", Oz began thoughtfully, which earned him a questioning look from Pip, who was listening carefully to him in hopeful expectation for an idea. "Well… I was just thinking that if we are looking in the right place, but can't find the mirror here, it could be that someone else might have found it?" That would at least explain why their search so far was so fruitless. But it would also possibly complicate their quest if his guess was right. "… best case scenario might be that the person dropped it off in the teachers' lounge," Oz continued to ponder. "Shall we check there?", at that time of the day the sports clubs were still going so at least Couch should be somewhere on the campus to supervise them.

The idea that some weirdo had found the magic mirror before them wasn't really appealing to Damien. But it didn't sound so unlikely anymore, either. And while he didn't believed that anyone would ever turn anything in to a teacher at this school - and that also included homework for many of the students here - it couldn't hurt to at least check to be sure. "Let's give it a shot," at worst, they'd have to come up with a new plan. So Damien nodded towards his new friend to signify that he agreed with his idea. It was at least worth a try.

"Looking for something, you losers?" Damien was just lifted up by Oz when an extremely obnoxious voice - reminding him of a bloated, slimy toad - spoke up behind them. The smug tone lying in it sounded so offensive that, all of his spikes rose up on their own, while a low, threatening growl left his throat. His tail swung through the air in irritation, flailing fiercely, and it was only because he noticed the flinching in Oz's fingertips that he finally mustered the will power to flatten his spikes again. That damn voice…

Oz winced as they got some rather unexpected company. With an anxious look, he spun around and pulled Pip protectively a little closer to his body. "Um… hello Leonard… " Oz swallowed. Usually he wasn't one to judge his fellow monsters in advance, but if he had to put it nicely, he would describe his relationship with the small-sized kappa as not too good. Leonard's whole demeanor set off his alarm bells whenever he saw him. The personification of fear was used to many of his classmates demonstrating their violent tendencies and often being not overly coy about expressing their displeasure towards others. Even though the kappa didn't necessarily fell into the former category of monsters, but… as soon as the other opened his mouth, he somehow found a way to sweep aside any joy or good mood, making you feel only miserable in the end when he left. Usually Oz just avoided running into him. And usually there was often enough someone else around to chase the kappa away - before Leonard could do any long-term emotional damage to his fellow monsters. But this time, it was just them. Him, Pip, and Leonard. "I… I was… I mean we… were j-just… ", Oz didn't exactly know what he was trying to say. The words in his head were one big messy jumble in which he was getting more and more tangled up. His gaze wandered to the side, desperately trying not to look his unpleasant classmate in the eye and thereby accidentally provoking a confrontation. … wait. How did Leonard actually know that he… that they, were looking for something? Oz's head shot up and now he couldn't help but stare at the other with wide-open eyes. And there stood the kappa. With a wide smug grin holding a silvery mirror in his webbed hands!

Leonard also noticed how his gaze lingered on the mirror. The corners of the kappa's beak moved even further up and his eyes narrowed in spiteful mischievousness. "Neh! I know what you two dumbasses are after," he announced, gesturing over to them with his free hand. "You guys always think you own the whoooooole school! That just because you're a little popular you can get away with aaaanything. But your popularity is nothing! Nothing! And I will prove it today!" Oz didn't had the slightest idea what Leonard was talking about. Absolutely confused, he stared at the kappa, who continued to rant to himself, while the anxious entity lost more and more the thread of this conversation. "… taking everything from… " What should he do? It seemed hopeless to interrupt Leonard in his ramblings. But he had to do something. Especially… if it was really the mirror they were looking for. P-perhaps he could just ask nicely if they could borrow it onc- no… no, they were talking about Leonard here. There was no way the other would make it that easy for him. "… Money. Fame. Popularity. My lunch. Even my internet followers! But this time, I'll be the one laughing last! Because I have unraveled the secret of this artifact! No one will be able to match me if I use its power! And then everyone at this school will have to play by my rules!" Whatever Leonard's plan was all about, it sounded bad. Awfully bad. "Marvel and tremble at the power the mirror will give me!" the kappa shouted in a hysterical fit of laughter, raising the mirror triumphantly in front of his own face.

What in the name of all that was unholy was this shit? Damien gritted his teeth. That fucker! How could he! Stealing his stolen loot! No wonder they hadn't found that stupid mirror anywhere! "Hey! Shitface! Hand the thing back! Pronto! Otherwise I'll beat you to a fucking pulp!" He angrily roared at the baldy, not noticing until the second moment how the cooling hands that held him began to tremble. What? Damien looked up and noticed that Oz looked oddly pale. Was he afraid of the twerp over there? Huff, if only he were his old self again, then he could really show this clown who's the boss, and they'd be rid of the creep in a snap. "Don't let him fool you. It's all just hot air. Nothing more. That's all that asshole can do." Still, it made him furious just to have to look at this big-headed windbag, let alone having to listen to him! "Get to the point already, asshole!" No matter what, the kappa wouldn't scare him and regardless of whether he was a hedgehog or not, Damien was determined to protect Oz from this bastard. Should the jerk try to lay a single finger on his friend, he would drag him down to the deepest depths of hell! As his eyes darted from Oz back to Leonard, the guy was already holding the goddamn mirror up in front of his own face. Surely he wasn't going to… Oh fuck, he absolutely would do it…

It hardly took more than three seconds. Not much more than a blink. And instead of the kappa, there now stood a…. A… Damien honestly wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. It was darn big. Which was damn unfair, considering how he himself had become so much smaller after his transformation! Hell, he'd known it from the start, that stupid mirror just had to be broken! "Ugh, what the fucking hell is that? A giant roast chicken?" It had long legs, like a catwalk model. An abnormally long, strangely fuzzy looking neck. The huge body was covered with dark feathers while its head was way too tiny in comparison. Well, probably was such a tiny head more than enough for such a retarded idiot like Leonard. Anyway, it looked downright idiotic.

"Nehehehehe! Now you're speechless! Soon I will turn everyone at this school into an animal. And then I'll be the one who makes the rules!"

L… Le… Leonard turned into an ostrich! Oz could hardly believe what he was seeing. The animal looked incredibly huge compared to himself. And if it wasn't for the strange turtle shell and the water-sloshing bulge on its head, Oz would have thought his classmate had just swapped places with a wild animal, much like a trick during a magic show. But the one in front of him was without a doubt no one else but Leonard. And… Oz didn't understand a word of what his now feathered classmate was saying. The beak opened and closed several times, but the only thing the frightened student could hear was an angry hissing and a strange noise that sounded like the suction device dentists used when they had to extract spit from the mouth of their patients. The whole situation was more than just a little disturbing for him. And… yet this… animal… was still Leonard. And… Oz's head jerked up as he finally realizied what was going on. The mirror turned someone into an animal as soon as they looked into it. Pip had been looking for the mirror because he had done the same thing as Leonard! He was not a hedgehog at all! Instead he was… was one… of his… class… mates… His head felt like it was about to explode from all the new information it had to process in such a short period of time. He had treated one of his classmates like a pet. Trusted him with his embarrassing secrets. His dreams. He had sung in front of him. Tried to feed him insects! Washed him and… and… Before Oz could die of sheer embarrassment, he hastily slammed his memories behind the closest door in his mind. Stop. Later would still be time to ponder over the extent of all his embarrasing missteps! But not now! Now, he had to pull himself together. Maybe… maybe he could somehow talk with Leonard about this whole thing. For Pip. Or… whatever his little friend's real name was.

Oz gulped, still shaking slightly as he worked up the courage to negotiate with his intimidating classmate. "T-to b-be… honest… I-I'm not… not quite sure i-if I understood a-all of wha-… what you were saying e-earlier. B-but it… it would be r-really, really nice if you c-could lend us t-the mirror? Pl-please?" His words came out as an awful stutter, and yet Oz did his best to settle this matter peacefully. Maybe Leonard would be understanding. Maybe he would at least let them borrow the mirror for a moment. At least, in an ideal world, it would have been like that.

Unlike Oz, Damien was less patient or nice and didn't cared about haggling with an obnoxious toad like Leonard. "Dirty bastard!" he spat at the feathered scumbag. Why was he acting all mighty and stuff? "Damien LaVey," the big, dark pair of eyes fixed on him now. "Neh-hehheheh-heh! I always knew you were just a pathetic joke without your oh-so-great muscles. Your new look couldn't have been more fitting!" How could he! Damien's pupils became narrow slits and his growl increased even more. "Well, well, how does it feel to suddenly be at the bottom of the food chain?" That twisted grin… Damien was about to burst. Who did this asshole think he was? "Put me down Oz. Put me down right now so I can strangle this little shit single-handedly with his own stupid noodle neck!" With all his might he kicked and squirmed in his friend's hands. Only focusing on his target. So he could wipe that shitty grin from the face of the loudmouthed braggart!

"P-Pip! What… what are… ah, don't, stop!", Oz barely managed to hold onto the furious hedgehog. The little animal in his hands was suddenly completely out of control, kicking wildly with its small paws while its tiny but numerous spikes reared up and dug into Oz's skin. Surprised by this, Oz flinched. Taking advantage of the moment, Pip, despite the height, wriggled out of his grip and jumped down to the ground. The little spiky ball landed clumsily on the ground, but to Oz's relief his friend quickly recovered from his fall. Thankfully, he hadn't hurt himself! But that didn't mean everything was okay again. The small hedgehog shook himself vigorously before fearlessly stretching his snout towards Leonard with bared teeth. With his tail lashing angrily and taking only a few steps, the critter positioned himself between him and the so much larger ostrich, which was met with angry snarls as if the threatening gestures could somehow impress the latter. Oz had a very bad feeling about this.

"Pip?", Damien heard the amused croaking voice of his unwelcome classmate mimicking Oz mockingly. He felt like throwing up. Hearing Oz's normally affectionate nickname coming out of Leonard's mouth, of all places, disgusted him to no end and made his blood boil. "For real?" The dimwitted feathered creature laughed out loud, its head bobbing up and down several times in a cut-off motion on its long neck. Damien could even see the tears already forming in the frogface's bug-eyes from laughter. "LaVey, no more than a mere lap dog! How appropriate!", dark eyes still fixed on him, the kappa continued half-laughing. "Oooooh, is little Pippy mad?" Damien felt his face heating up. Both of anger and shame. Enough! Enough of this shit! No one but Oz was allowed to call him that and…. "I swear, call me a lap dog one more time, chicken leg, and I'll make you into a side dish for a nice hot boiling soup." Damien snarled at the other, growling even more. How dare this bastard make fun of him? About him or his relationship with Oz! Damien bared his teeth again, but the feathered scumbag ignored it completely and didn't take him seriously at all! "Somebody hasn't understood the situation he is in yet. You'll be dancing at my bidding from now on, you losers! But don't worry, your little whiny friend over there will follow your fate any minute now." "No!" roared Damien immediately, his eyes widening in shock. "Don't you dare! I'll kill you! I'm so going to kill you!" That was it! The straw that finally broke the camel's back. In blind rage Damien stormed on his four paws towards his so much bigger opponent. A fight David against Goliath. The prince would not allow that cursed bastard to harm Oz! With all his might, Damien threw himself against one of the feet and buried his tiny claws and teeth in one of the big, clawed toes. His tail thundered wildly through the air behind him as he redoubled his efforts. But the usually formidable brawler barely managed to pierce through his opponent's thick skin which was covered with horny scales.

To his terror, the bastard didn't even flinch and easily managed to shake him off his foot again. With a sardonic grin, Leonard's head lowered to him just far enough that he couldn't bite him in his stupid beak. "Is that all you've got, Pippy? Laughable!" Damien wasn't sure he'd ever hated anyone as much as this slimy toad! "Just wait until- " "Now I'm talking," this shrimp cut him off! The goggle eyes narrowed into an evil, vile expression that boded no good, before the kappa loudly announced: "I'm going to show you how a real man handles this."

Even before Damien could throw an insult at the other's head, or even react, one of the long, powerful stilt-legs lunged out. A choked cry of pain escaped his throat as the huge foot hit him in the stomach with the force of a wrecking ball and by that forcing all the air out of his lungs.

His paws lifted off the ground. Like a tiny, spiky soccer, Damien sailed through the air as he spun around and around. Unable to distinguish up from down, the former prince instinctively curled up into a ball to protect himself.

In the next instant, gravity caught up with him again. He fell. His small body crashed into the middle of a web of hundreds of branches and a sea of colorful leaves…

That couldn't be… Impossible… Horrified, Oz stood there. Several of his phobias had gasped loudly for air before breaking into panicked squeals now. But Oz's head was still trying to catch up with what his eyes had seen. It took several painfully long seconds before his legs finally complied with his silent pleas and started to move.

Half running, half stumbling, the entity - being on the verge of tears - dashed in the direction in which he had last seen the small figure of his friend before his fall. "Pip! PIP!" he shouted. His voice trembled with sheer horror and a low whimper came from ambulophobia on his left arm. He had to get to Pip! Now! He had to help him! See if he was hurt! Oh please, oh please, let him be unharmed! Almost drowning in his worry and with tears in the corners of his eyes, Oz ran without a thought.

But he didn't even cover two meters when Leonard, of all people, stood in his way like an insuperable obstacle. Spreading his wings wide, Leonard didn't allow the panicked entity to push its way past him just like that.

With blurry vision, Oz realized what it was that the giant ostrich was holding there tightly squeezed between his beak. Oh no… he wouldn't… or would he?

"One down. One left."

To be continued.

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kosmothewonder · 3 months

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I just made a VERY prominent realisation in terms of Superbat lore

As far as anyone in Gotham or Metropolis is concerned, Batman and Bruce Wayne are hooking up and Superman is in a polyamourus relationship with Pulitzer prize winning journalists Lois Lane-Kent and Clark Kent.

So imagine people's surprise when they see Batman, tangled up with Superman on the side of a building!

The tabloids are running wild, Bruce loves the attention and keeps on fucking with the reporters, while Lois and Clark are slowly going insane over the pressure that is Batman and Superman's passionately homosexual affair.

Not only does this have an affect on Bruce Wayne, it also affects the BATFAMILY as well!

Dick is betrayed, Jason is collecting money from other members of the Batfam, Oracle is disappointed, not because she didn't know, but because THIS is how the fam finds out, Damien is both angry and slightly delighted that there's a chance that he and Jon might become stepbrothers, Steph and Cass are ripping Bruce apart like a pomegranate with Superbat jokes, Selina is appearing on the doorstep to Wayne Manor with a box of pride flags, "to put up in 4 months", and Alfred is trying his best to be the supportive father figure he's been to Bruce almost his entire life, when he knows DAMN well that he's caught Clark Kent hiding in closets that Alfred is putting laundry away in a few months prior.

It's a mess, but like always, Batman and Superman find their way out together.

#batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #dc #superman #dc comics #superbat #comics #gay #gay ships

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 8 months

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Who is the Sexiest Fictional Podcast Character?

After receiving 219 submissions for 152 characters from 52 podcasts and a round of preliminaries, we have our brackets!*

*20 characters from the podcast Welcome to Night Vale will appear later in a Night Vale-only bracket.

Round 1:

Scripted Bracket

Isabel Lovelace (Wolf 359) vs Cyrille (5 Minuten Harry Podcast)

Krejjh (The Strange Case of Starship Iris) vs Lady Ethel Mallory (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Lord Arum (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs The Witch Queen A.K.A. Daughter Dooley (Old Gods of Appalachia

Warren Kepler (Wolf 359) vs Ashley "Ash" Ramis (Georgie Romero is Done For)

Brutus Feels (Kane and Feels) vs Shan (SPINES)

Sir Caroline (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs The Dragon Narrator (Unseen)

Alé (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Hester/The Narrator (Within The Wires: Season 1)

Thistle/The Woman (Alice Isn't Dead) vs Sam Bailey (The Sheridan Tapes)

Peter Nureyev (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Butt (Pounded In The Butt By My Own Podcast: Episode 1)

Alice (Alice Isn't Dead) vs Diggory Graves (Hello From the Hallowoods)

Antigone Funn (Wooden Overcoats) vs Ryan Dallas (EOS 10)

Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives) vs Galileo (Let's Make A Music)

Lucifer Kane (Kane and Feels) vs Gin (Story Break: Heaven Heist)

Amaryllis of Exile (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Mabel Martin (Mabel)

Pilot Pereya (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Hester Oleta (Within The Wires: Season 1)

Strelitzia (Additional Postage Required) vs Harold "HBD" Bastion Demetrius (The Soft-Boiled Detective)

Akmazian (EOS 10) vs Everyone from The Strange Case of Starship Iris

Damien (The Bright Sessions) vs Mari Datuin (Hi Nay)

Count Dracula (Re: Dracule) vs Static Man (Archive 81)

Dragana Vukovic (The White Vault) vs Elias Bouchard (The Magnus Archives)

Agnes Montague (The Magnus Archives) vs Vega Rex (Vega: A Sci-Fi Adventure Podcast!)

Mina Murray (Re: Dracula) vs Nicholas Waters (Archive 81)

Mark Bryant (The Bright Sessions) vs Laura (Hi Nay)

Georgie Crusoe (Wooden Overcoats) vs Kate Burnham (The Bridge)

Keisha (Alice Isn't Dead) vs SAYER (SAYER)

Chance Sequoyah (The Penumbra Podcast) vs Yaretzi (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Buddy Aurinko (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Dane (Dreamboy)

Sadie Doyle (Thrilling Adventure Hour: Beyond Belief) vs Hera (Wolf 359)

Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives) vs The CryptoNaturalist (The CryptoNaturalist)

Rita (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Lou (Archive 81)

Dr. Joan Bright (The Bright Sessions) vs Ashvin Beeharee (Hi Nay)

Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359) vs Clara Page (Who is Aldrich Kemp)

Unscripted Bracket

Pickman (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle) vs The Shadow Man ('Til Death Do Us Blart)

Beacon (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty vs Glenn Close (Dungeons and Daddies)

Oscar Wilde (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Grand Magnificent (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Taako (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Bathin (Stella Firma)

Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Sago Glegg (Rotating Heroes: Arc 6)

Sans Undertale (Interstitial: Our Hearts Intertwined: Authority) vs M. Leopold Duvall (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Duck Newton (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Chine (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Tryst Valentine (Campaign: Star Wars) vs Mini Smithson (Chapter and Multiverse: Masks)

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks) vs Hector Hu (Friends at the Table: Bluff City)

Michael (The Adventure Zone: Dust) vs Nicky Close (Dungeons and Daddies

Zolf Smith (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Fourteen Fifteen (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Coco Cashmere (Hey Riddle Riddle) vs Trexel Geistman (Stella Firma)

Killian Fangbattle (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Henrietta Salm (Pest Control: Fate)

Kalvin Brnine (Friends at the Table: PALISADE) vs Lye "Lyke" Lichen (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Indrid Cold (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Rigour (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Chunt (Hello From The Magic Tavern) vs Suvirin Kedberiket (Worlds Beyond Number: The Wizard, The Witch, and the Wild One)

Tender Sky (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage) vs Pox (NeoScum)

The Firbolg (The Adventure Zone: Graduation) vs Ron Stampler (Dungeons and Daddies)

Azu (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Hadrian (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast: Bahumia) vs Caspian (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Amber Gris (The Adventure Zone: Ethersea) vs Jens Lyndelle (Not Another D&D Podcast: Trinvyvale)

Perennial (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN and PALISADE) vs Throndir (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Nadiya Jones (The Adventure Zone: Commitment) vs Ibex (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Cassander Timaeus Berenice (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight) vs Tech Wizard (NeoScum)

Vermillion "Milli" Blue (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN) vs Dak Rambo (NeoScum)

Rainer (The Adventure Zone: Graduation) vs Mercedes Oak-Garcia (Dungeons and Daddies)

Thisbe (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN and PALISADE) vs Echo Reverie (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Kravitz (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Henry Hogfish (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Aubrey Little (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Glenfyr "Glen" Gladewyn (Not Another D&D Podcast

Cel Sidebottom (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Adelaide Tristé (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Kardala (The Adventure Zone: Commitment) vs Jacqui Green (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Hella Varal (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron) vs (Former) Confessor Bartholomew Lamentations (The Unexplored Places: Ruin's Gate)

#Round 1 #podcasts #Tumblr Bracket

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penncilkid · 8 days

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At long last, it's finally time. Welcome to:

PK's Redacted Fic Final!

Because of the contents of some of the fics/discussions in the segment, I am asking minors to not interact. If anyone is interested in the SFW/non 18+ fics I was sent, feel free to shoot me an ask or something. Otherwise, for the respect (and safety) of the authors I included, skip this post. Now then, let's get into it (under the cut /lh).

Summary/Overview: In total, I received 49 fics for this final (absolutely wild! /pos) and ended up including 8 of them as part of the final product. Said final product is a fake radio segment with a speaker created for the sake of discussing these fics in a fun way. The audio form of the segment will be attached on this post along with a downloadable version of the transcript (Note: I will also be reblogging with a text version of the transcript very soon).

With that out of the way, I'd like to take a moment and personally tag/shoutout the writers who's fics I included directly. In order of their appearance in my final, we've got:

Stress Relief by K9rage [Gavin/Damien] // @calicostorms

Mutually Beneficial by FriendlyFaded [Imp!Darlin/Vega] // @friendlyfaded

Pack Bonding by Bratty_Telepath [Darlin/Milo] + [Asher/Darlin/Milo/David] // @bratty-telepath

"this chain will never end (but i'll fucking try)." by zozo_01 [Damien/Huxley] // @zozo-01

not a day goes by (that I'm not into you) by Autisticempathydaemon [DAMN Polycule] // @autisticempathydaemon

Practice Makes Perfect by domini_moonbeam [Asher/David] (primarily) // @dominimoonbeam

Spark and Bite: A Demon-Vamp Crossover Special by AngelicAether [Freelancer/Gavin/Lovely/Vincent] // @angelicaether

he's the fire in the sin (and i burn breathing him in) by dogboynextdoor [Gavin/FL] // @redactedgender

I managed to get through 30 of the 49 submitted before finalizing things for submission, but! I still plan on reading through the remaining submissions and scoring them on their cards/sheets (which I will make a second post about soon).

As previously mentioned, the focus on my project was dissecting the portrayal of queer masculinity as it appears in fanfiction. Majority of the final is me gushing over the fics with commentary woven in between, so I hope it's enjoyable for anyone who chooses to read and/or listen to it. Once again, thank you so so so much to anyone who submitted a fic, wrote any of the fics, or has supported me throughout the creation process at any point. You are amazing.

(Also apparently the audio file itself is too big </3 so linking it instead /lh):

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #PK Rambles #Redacted Rambles #redacted fic #*sits and waits to see if anyone responds* /lh /pos

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sunflowerskies00 · 22 days

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bet my heart, part 7

bees are gonna make wild honey

series masterlist

"You're distracted," Jake informs me as the band stops. I knew it. He knew it. We all knew I was distracted. This sound check was going to shit, and we all knew it.

"Thank you for that captain obvious," I roll my eyes at him.

"We can take a break," Damien offers. I shake my head, we couldn't. We needed to get the sound check done, and I needed to know that my show tonight wasn't going to be an absolute shit show. I didn't have high hopes for either one of those things to be successful.

"Let's just run it one more time," I say.

"Sage," Jake says. I glance over towards him, and he has an all-knowing look on his face.

"Okay, five minutes," I agree. I put my mic down and I'm off the stage in a matter of seconds. I hear footsteps behind me and I assume it's Jake. He's in front of me before I realize it, and he comes to a stop so I can't keep going.

"What's going on with you? Is it Quinn?" He asks. I raise an eyebrow, he knew it was Quinn, he just wanted me to give him the confirmation of his assumptions. "Fine, I know it's Quinn, what's going on?" He asks.

"I don't know," I answer honestly. He raises an eyebrow at me this time, waiting for me to elaborate. "I don't know what's going on between us, we have a lot to talk about and I have to wait for him to get here in a couple of days," I explain.

"Oh, so you two are finally going to admit you're in love with each other?" He asks. Apparently, I must have some weird look on my face because his next words are, "Don't look at me like that, we all know you're in love with him, and he's in love with you, the only two people who don't realize it are you and Quinn, it's sad really." My mouth opens, but I don't say anything just stare at him. "Just take five, breathe, do what you need to do, but just know that everyone knows that man is in love with you it's sad," That's all he says before leaving and I'm assuming going back to the stage. I spend the next five minutes with my back pressed against a wall, eyes closed, and trying to get my shit together so I can make it through this sound check and concert.

My mind is still racing when I walk back onto the stage and pick up my microphone.

"You good?" Damien asks. I nod my head, even if I wasn't, I could fake it.

"Can we switch it up for sound check guys?" I ask them.

"What song?" Jake asks.

"Let's do an old one, one that I gave to someone else, Friends Don't," I suggest. I had written the song a couple of years ago, and it didn't fit the vibe I had going on in my music so it got sold to another artist, however, the song was about my not-so-friend-like relationship with Quinton.

Miraculously I make it through our soundcheck song, shocking for everyone. What's even more shocking is when I leave the stage, Quinn is standing there, staring at me. He wasn't supposed to get in until late tonight, so I'm confused as to why I'm looking at him right now.

"I thought you're plane landed at like midnight? I ask him. That's what leaves my mouth instead of hi.

"It was supposed to, but I was going insane so I rearranged my schedule, and here I am," He lifts a shoulder, it's a half-shrug. He was here, we could talk, I needed this conversation to happen. I take a step closer to him and then Lucy appears out of nowhere.

"Hair, makeup, clothes," she says. I glance at Quinn, I'm sure the desperation for this conversation is showing in my eyes.

"Go, do your job, I'll be here whenever you're done," he says, a small smile on his face. I force a nod and follow Lucy down the hall, tossing one last glance back at Quinn.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #vancover canucks #jack hughes #luke hughes #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #trevor zegras #cole caufield #quinn hughes x oc

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ugh-my-back · 7 months

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a wild Damien appears

by beloved @drunkchasind <333

#obsessed with the way you capture him #cyberpunk 2077 #damien antonio vega #these colors are so himmmmmm #my boiiii #thank you again ciddy <333 #male v monday #not a v

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coolmayordamien · 9 months

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Some sweet, angsty Abestache for my beloved @willywarfy

"Don't wanna live a life that is comprehensive; cause seeing clear would be a bad idea."

Being with Wilford is an experience. Usually a good one, sometimes a frightening one, and frequently a painful one. But Abe would rather take a bullet to the heart than spend another moment without him.

He knows which one hurts more, trust him.

Again, it's usually good. Great, even. The happiest that he's ever been in his life, probably. Wilford is, in many ways, perfect for him.

Sometimes Abe will be sitting at his desk, pouring over case files with a glass of whiskey, and he'll look up to see his lover stretched out on the sofa (three guesses on who had decided that his office needed a sofa) with his hands behind his head and a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face. It always takes the detective off-guard when Wil just appears out of nowhere, even after all of this time.

"I was thinking about you," he'll explain, and Abe will realize that he is a goner. Because Wilford can (and sometimes does) spend the whole day stepping out from around corners or out of closets (and on one memorable occasion, falling out of the fridge) and right into his detective's arms, simply because he can't stop thinking about Abe.

It's a nice feeling, knowing just how often he crosses this man's mind. The detective has spent years, although he could not say precisely how many, consumed by thoughts of Wilford Warfstache, in one form or another. Obsessing over him, hunting him, desperate to force him to explain his actions. Cross-referencing alibies, keeping tabs on every single person who had managed to survive those awful events-

Getting too caught up in the details, focusing on the minutae of it all.

-devoting every moment of his life to this one man.

Things aren't so different now that they're an item, as a matter of fact. Abe still spends most of his time tracking his mustachioed maverick down, trying to get useful information out of him. And obsessing over Wil, of course. It's just a healthier, more enjoyable obsession now.

But it's not all fun and games. They're not a pair of springtime lovers, sound of mind and body, cured of their every imperfection by the miracle of love.

They're people. Flawed, damaged, traumatized people. And they share a lot of history together.

Sometimes when Wilford appears out of thin air, it doesn't just startle Abe; it terrifies him. He'll feel his heart begin to pound and will remember how it felt to drown in his own blood. He'll choke, tears streaming down his face as he fumbles for the gun, and it is not Wilford who is reaching to steady him but a wild-eyed Colonel with a 357 Magnum and his partner is right there he can't let them die not this time not again-

Sometimes Wil remembers things that he is supposed to forget, and forgets things that he is supposed to remember. Every so often he'll sort of...wake up. He'll stop whatever he's doing, his beautiful eyes losing their usual intensity as they scan the room, unfocused and afraid. Abe knows what he is looking for.

"They're not here, Wil," he'll say softly. The man with the pink mustache will startle, his face twisting up suspiciously. If Abe is lucky, Wilford will not recognize him.

"Where are they, detective?" William demands angrily on days that Abe is not lucky. "Where's Celine? Where's Damien? Where are my friends?"

"They're- they're not here," he stammers, because he promised that he would never lie to his lover, even when the truth only hurts him.

Once, Abe had lost his temper. Wil had been frightening him, had cornered him by the doorway and it was too much like what had happened before. He had snapped, grabbing him by the shoulders and shouting, "They're dead! They're gone and they are NEVER COMING BACK, no matter how many times we do this!"

Wil had shot him. Again.

That was...a very bad night indeed. Abe doesn't like thinking about it, remembering the pain of the bullet and the pain of the betrayal, knowing that he couldn't really die again but not being able to stop himself from crying out as his blood dripped onto the floor, as William became Wilford once again and screamed in horror at what he had done, crying and laughing and shaking as he pressed his bare hands against Abe's wound to staunch the bleeding that had never really begun, because it had never really stopped.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Wil rambled, his hands and sleeves turning pink with blood. "I didn't mean- I'm so sorry, I didn't know that it was loaded-"

Abe wonders who Wilford sees when he's like that. The District Attorney, maybe. It can't be Abe himself. William had absolutely meant to kill him.

Sometimes Abe looks at the man he loves and thinks, 'Murderer. You're in love with a murderer, you filthy traitor, what would everyone think? Are you crazy?'

Wilford always hears him when he wonders if he's crazy. Abe has just about given up on trying to figure out how he does it. But it's alright, because he only takes Abe in his arms, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead, his cheek, his mouth.

"Don't ever let anyone tell you that you're crazy," Wilford says strongly, a beautiful, mad grin on his face. "Not even yourself. I think that you might be in need of a little fun, sweetheart."

As they dance together on the stage, lights flashing, music blaring, Abe knows that everything is going to be alright. He's got what he needs; a man who can bring a little color into his world, a little madness into his life. A little bit of pain as well, true, but that just makes these few perfect moments all the sweeter.

"I love you," Abe says suddenly, and the joy on Wilford's motherlovin' face at those words--he would be happy if he could make Wil smile like that every day for the rest of time.

So he does.

#markiplier egos #who killed markiplier #wkm #wilford warfstache #markiplier fanfiction #wilford motherloving warfstache #markiplier warfstache #warfstache #abe the detective #abestache #angst #angst with a happy ending

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mikmik2976 · 1 year

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the scrunkly is sad. [title brought to you by my wonderful gf] aka, a wild darkiplier appeared! along with celine and damien!

#darkiplier #darkiplier fanart #celine the seer #damien the mayor #who killed markiplier #my art

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stxrfclls · 21 days

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‘ charles melton, cis man, he/him, 28 / 280 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems damien ashway has finally made it to the capital, the lord from autumn court is said to be sociable and is said to describe themselves with evidence of a mistake that can't just be hidden away, brash actions and words as a way to hide internal struggles, a once kind heart that's been put under lock and key and with all of this in mind their brash nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; written by honey.

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full name . damien ashway

age . 28 appearance / 280 actual

sexuality . pansexual

occupation . lord of the autumn court

species . high fae

loyalty . the autumn court

height . 6'3"

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

( tw : child abandonment )

a half sibling, something he can never forget. anyone who glances upon the autumn lord can see it, he doesn’t favor his siblings in looks at all. evidence of an affair, a babe put on the porch of the autumn family home with a letter the high lord never denied. damien was his son, but he was certainly not the child of the high lady.

he was distant from his siblings from birth, kept away by design or intent.. he never knew. there were never ill feelings on his part towards them, but the barrier between them was always too obvious. lessons were spent being skipped, training sessions played off and never taken seriously. he wasn’t a scholar, he wasn’t a warrior. he was a foolish ‘lord’ who simply wished to be loved and never quite saw it.

it wasn’t until damien became an adult and gained freedom from the autmn court that he really gained his wings. the young fae lord began to travel the entirety of the court, occasionally visiting the other seasonals. he gained friendships, he learned what he enjoyed, and he became a flirty little shit. perhaps a large chunk of it was ignoring his darkest parts, but damien learned how to live. he got a breath of life that was never found within the walls of his family home. but as time drew on, and as his father aged, the young lord was called home. he wasn’t the same person, but he found parts of his old self surfacing as if they refused to be forgotten. it was difficult, but he watched the man die and his eldest half sibling take upon the throne.

damien stuck around then, watching his dark parts dance in the shadows of the family home while trying to ignore them. he’s a mess of contradictions, boastful and brazen in most cases, silent and thoughtful when alone… which is perhaps why he buries himself in other people rather than be by himself. he’s a mess, guarded even if he doesn’t seem it, but easy to get along with due to how easy going of a guy he is. he may not be in your life for a long time, but he certainly will be for a wild time.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on main :

other ideas :

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔴𝔞𝔶 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 ⁑ threads *⁎

✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔴𝔞𝔶 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 ⁑ inspo *⁎

✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔴𝔞𝔶 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 ⁑ dev. *⁎

✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔴𝔞𝔶 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 ⁑ image *⁎

#✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔴𝔞𝔶 *⁎#✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 ⁑ threads *⁎#✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 ⁑ inspo *⁎#✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔴𝔞𝔶 *⁎#✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 ⁑ dev. *⁎#✦ 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 ⁑ image *⁎#ofcourtfables:intro

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trashyangelic · 2 years

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MLB Request #12

I've seen alot of Lila x Felix on Gacha Youtube but never on fanfics here in Wattpad or AO3. So I want this to happen if anyone is interested to make this.

SALT: Alya Cesaire, Caline Bustier, Adrien Agreste SUGAR: Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng, Gabriel Agreste, Nathalie Sanceour REDEMPTION: Lila Rossi, Nino Lahiffe, Chloe Bourgeois, Juleka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Le Chien Kim, Alix Kubdel, Sabrina Raincomprix PAIRING: Lila x Felix / Marinette x Damian / Chloe x Jon / Juleka x Rose / Kim x Alix / Nino x Cass / Sabrina x Delmar

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 !

Lila's mother decided to take her daughter away from the toxic school she been hearing about from mainly Tom & Sabine Patissiere Bakery she always goes to. She wanted her daughter to stop with her lies for once too so they move to London for her daughter to attend a new school. Where Lila meet Felix Graham de Vanily they got on a good start. Lila was shock that Felix is Adrien's cousin now thinking that she should change her attitude to Felix to gain and stay on his good side.

But what Lila didn't know that Marinette, Nino, and Chloe moved to a different new school in New Jersey so she didn't even think about it until Felix mention about Chloe's name and Marinette. Lila did feel bad for bullying Marinette she still wonder whatever happen back in her old school back in Paris.

News spread wild fire on international and social media about Lila Rossi is now dating Felix Graham de Vanily, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is dating Damian Wayne, Chloe Bourgeois is dating Jon Kent, and lastly Nino Lahiffe is dating Cassandra Cain. It appears that Sabine was a former assassin from League of Assassin with her friend Talia Al Ghul yet they stand as rivals.

As for Alya she seems to be on clutched with Lila Rossi's tales but never check her sources properly but what she doesn't know that she had a restraining order from Marinette, Lila, and Nino.

As for Adrien well he is no longer a sunshine after giving the advice to Marinette about 'high road'. He also got a restraining order from Marinette and Chloe.

Yet Marinette and Chloe still visits Paris as their alter ego to defeat Hawkmoth and Mayura with a help by Nino as well. Marinette told Nadja that Rena Rogue is no longer to be trusted with miraculos if she doesn't fact-check her sources. She does not tolerate people who are tabloids.

Marinette is the guardian of the Miraculous which means that she took the Black Cat miraculous from Chat Noir last night before leaving for her new school that her parents and Chloe's dad set up for her, Chloe, and Nino to leave Paris. She gave the Black Cat Miraculous to Damien...

But the rest is up to you!

#lila x felix #nice lila rossi #alya salt #class salt #bustier salt #mlb x dc #daminette #adrien salt #kim x alix #juleka x rose #nino x cass #lila rossi redemption #chloe x jon #sabrina x delmar #miraculous ladybug fic

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clickerflight · 10 months

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A wild artist has appeared!

Let me know what you think. This was my first time drawing people at a distance.

This is Jack, Damien, Souka, and Ryan. They're playing at a river in between missions

(totally put this on the wrong blog but oh well. It can be here too)

#art #ocs #digital art #pheonix #scarred boys #scars #river #I love them #wish I could talk about them more #but they come from a story that requires so much context #it's nearly impossible to talk about them quickly

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spirit-speaking · 7 months

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On Principle

Of all of the times Valeria had brought up her concerns, they were swept under the rug and for the first time in what seemed like forever, Valeria felt heard. No longer left to sit with her sanity, questioning if the things she heard and saw were truly in her head – a figment of her imagination – or real. Damien had confirmed much of what she needed to hear and in fewer words than what most would offered. No long-winded explanation or swaying from one wild idea to another, trying to coax her or lure her into some false sense of comfort.

He simply….saw her. The first time anyone really had.

While her worst fears were laid bare as absolute truth, he understood it, she no longer felt a pall of insanity resting on her. No second guessing.

Standing before her mirror now, Valeria stared deeply at her reflection after removing the costume she wore that evening and untied her braid, brush beginning its work through her locks.

Valeria’s eyes had changed. She had taken quite some time getting used to the eyes that stared back at her. Mismatched, bicolored. Stranger. Her life before the accident was choppy and a muddled mess inside her mind. Bits and pieces came and went and on some days it was hard to recall faces and names, matching each accordingly to those they belonged. Not to mention the occasional night terror that had made rest in the evenings difficult to tussle with; what was more is her health depended on adequate rest.

She hadn’t even remembered her time with the Blythe man whom she was supposed to marry. Such a momentous time in someone’s life, so easily discarded in the blink of an eye, the stroke of a weapon. Cut down. Of course, she couldn't feel too terribly beat up over the loss of what could have been -- she couldn't even remember what was once upon a time.

There were often thoughts she held of how she might felt about this man before her accident, what his face looked like. What did she end up knowing about him up until he was nonexistent in her world? What was their relationship like? Was he kind and gentle, did they….have feelings for one another?

Softly, Valeria’s brows knit and her hand lifted to rub at the scar at her left temple, the soft freshly healed skin a small yet notable difference to the rest of her flesh. There was a spike of sharp pain near her eye and in slow circles, she tried to avail the spot from the tension.

A common reoccurrence.

What wasn’t, was Valeria herself attending soirees on behalf of House Cress while Vahalia was absent and Osric had been tending to other matters within the Household now that he held the torch of Lord Cress.

Usually, it was easy to meld and disappear into the chaos of daily life within the House but now she was out there, seen, taking care of social appearances as a proxy. Her recovery had kept her under roof for quite some time, never going much further than the Cress property and making medical checkups on behalf of her wellbeing. Tonight had been the first in quite some time she had gotten out and enjoyed some entertainment.

It was now the crisp and cold surface of the sheets on her bed touched at her back, face fully presented to the ceiling above her as she replayed the night’s events. Calculating the second card of the evening that Damien had drew that was to represent her in some form or fashion:

“And you, my dear Lady, have something of an unpredictable nature, no? Also driven unavoidant of conflict, you might find yourself losing focus in your desire to act without a plan. Even if consequence is disregarded at times, your enthusiasm for your endeavors certainly shines and carries you through. It pays to be bold, though perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to sometimes look before leaping.”

How casual and complex it was given to her. She could sense the meaning behind it, a small warning but also praised for being someone who seems to have a vibrant personality, fitting in well with gregarious circles and much like her sister, didn’t fear the idea of conflict but instead a challenge waiting to be faced head on or problems to be solved. Perhaps she was more like her sister than she imagined.

The faces she seen that evening came and went through her mind, trying to place each to remembrance for another time but it was the dearest Eros of the evening that she had settled her attention on for the rest of the night. Much of her consideration solely pinned to the conversation the pair had in the corner and the small task she opted to assist him with -- she offered after all.

Valeria swallowed, a dry sensation hitting her throat as she turned looking at the grimoire on her nightstand. After all, the aetherial sea was vast, and a stay there was said to be only temporary. Perhaps Ambrose would hear her call when the time came. Perhaps the book her sister had given her would finally be put to practice, an entirely new chapter for Valeria to explore. She was ready.

#Blurbs #Stories

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lightvsdark18 · 3 months

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Damien's time in Twisted Wonderland

(Instead of summarizing every book, I'll point out the important details or funny moments to make it easier. Used Mewshi Q's playthrough)

Prologue

Damien's coffin was laying in front of the Dark Mirror. He felt in a daze like he awoke up from a deep sleep.

His foggy mind kept him silent when Crowley showed up.

Explored the abandoned dorm once he walked in, coming across ghosts. He was unfazed by the encounter as he continued to explore, not hearing the creature freaking out in the background.

Threw a wash rag at Ace for insulting him and turned back to his work.

He argued with the headmage when the chandelier shattered on why must him be thrown out of this school when the headmage himself allowed a wild animal in the school? Why promise to return him home when he was going to be kicked onto the street?

Deeply sighed at the three running away and decided to look for the magestone on his own. Just to come face to face with glass head monster. Ran to the group and warned them which didn't believed him until they saw it.

"If you two are going to stand there and argue, then I'm going alone. I'm not going to be thrown onto the streets in an unknown place, in an unknown world, because you two can't get along for two seconds."

Surprised at defeating the monster. Then disgusted at crunching sound of a stone.

Had to contain his anger and confusion at Crowley, then became more confused at the beast master title.

Didn't want to become a student, but Crowley cut him off.

Sat on the bed while playing with the camera, getting Grim to pose for him to see anything different or special of the photo of the creature.

Book 1

Headed back upstairs after listening to Ace's woes. Then lightly lectured him and tossed him a pillow and blanket.

Raised a brow at the portal and got pushed in.

Pouted at being handed a paintbrush and told to help out with the work.

Dipped on fighting Cater.

Smacked Ace and Deuce on the head and ran after Grim.

Looked confused at Cater's comment.

A chestnut tart was an Ace's problem and didn't care about tasting a fresh tart, he got stuff to do.

Visited Crowley's office to get his uniforms and a note for Sam. He carried his new belongings and started cleaning the dorm.

Ace entered the place without permission and Deuce apologized for the unexpected arrival. Damien was only feeding himself and Grim.

Froze to death in the shower in the morning.

😶 at Cater's unique magic.

Annoyed at Riddle and called the rules ridiculous.

Was the only one not collared, and got jumpscared by a floating head.

Went to the library with the group.

Was shun at Riddle's speed.

Told Riddle how idiotic it was to follow nonsense rules. Half expected hum to get punched.

Tackled Ace to the ground at the murder attempt.

Went "the fuck is going on?!" to Crowley.

Fought with a broken ladder step. Had the phantom's rose bush slam against his left side and sent flying into hinges. Got too busy curling up in pain to jump back in.

Leaned on a burnt bush when his sight went dark and saw a young Riddle.

His heart broke at hearing the boy's question to his mother.

Frowned at Ace and disgusted again at the crunching sound.

Also went to the infirmary for his bruised side.

Then was deadly sick for two weeks.

Book 2

"What a jerk."

Isn't a sweets person, but stole a chocolate croissant from Grim to piss him off.

Glared at Crowley.

"So, like football?" Took moment to comprehend that sport not existing.

Looked offended at Crowley for threatening him.

Pomefiore students tried to convince him to join their dorm the second they saw him.

(Trey only saw fire ears at the end of the bed as a can of tuna appeared upon the covers.)

Felt unsure about those twins, and had his arm yanked by Cater.

He didn't do any tail stomping. And winced at the boys' asses served to them on a silver platter.

Sat outside to clear his mind for a bit and stood up at a noise. "If you're not going to tell me your name, then neither am I."

Disappeared. "What, how the..."

Didn't tell Grim anything.

Wasn't wearing a tie.

Listened in the shadows with Riddle and Cater.

Didn't care to genuinely cared at the 0-100 situation.

A bit freaked out at large wolf.

(Dodged the collar from hitting him.)

Grabbed one of the brooms leaning against the bleachers as a weapon and smacked the oversize noise cat.

Leona swung his claw and got him left arm. Four clawmarks that turned into scars later.

Looked bothered while watching Leona's past.

Dipped on playing Magicshift.

His arm and now head were hurting greatly.

Cheka reminded him of his sisters.

Cautiously went up to the mirror and didn't sleep that night.

Book 3

"Says the person who ran away on the first day."

Ignored their argument and walked away.

Sus.

Looked both confused and disappointed.

Paused at being underwater, then his expression softened at Jack's excitement.

Quietly chuckled at the spotlight.

Glared at Crowley.

Disinterested "what?" to the twins.

"What benefits will I get from this?"

Looked at his nails while Azul tried to be intimidating.

Stood outside his dorm and looked down at Grim. "If we don't get the dorm back, I'm dropping out as a student."

Beated up the students with a folded chair.

Died on the ground.

Gagged on the potion.

"Damn." That's all he said on the eels.

Felt suspicious but Grim touched the scroll before he could stop him.

"Hello, Iris."

Then the clever, A+ student figured out the vault because of Malleus' hyperfixation.

He has younger sisters, he knows how to be annoying.

He suspected the dreams are tied to the housewaden.

Shoved picture into his pocket.

"Aw shit."

Couldn't find possible weapons and became a distraction instead.

The phantom punched him in the chest with the end of trident. Got a broken rip and a bruise.

"Damn." At Azul's past.

"Even if that means you will get good grades from it."

"You looked squishable."

Ignored Silver and Sebek and headed back inside.

Got nervous at the glowing mirror. "... What the f-"

Looked unpleased at seeing the twins.

"I'm making sure you put that photo back."

"But your past made you who you are. Because of what happened, it motivated you to hard work and outshine everyone."

Sighed and ordered the snack set.

#twst yuu #twisted wonderland #damien nikolaou #twst oc

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