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jamiedc-they-them · 8 months

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Family (Platonic)

This one is a bit long!!! Nimona was so good, and meant so much to me! Wanted to do this as soon as I saw the film and have finally completed it! Just a quick warning, story contains some mentions of self doubt over lgbt identity, some mentions of Suicidal Ideation, and I think that is all (if I have forgotten anything, please let me know!!!). All my love to my lgbt siblings with everything going on right now <333 you matter so damn much! And this film coming at a time like this (and even more so after I learnt about the author of the graphic novel!) is everything!

Also, all my love to the WGA and SAG-AFTRA, keep fighting the good fight!!! I wouldn’t be here writing this (or really any fanfic) without your incredible writing and work! <333

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Nimona and Y/N are not siblings by blood, but choice, friendship, and loyalty. They find that support and acceptance in each other; but, when they catch wind of a knight who is just has hated as them, they see an opportunity to find someone else to add to their family.

If you had parents, you didn’t know them.

You just remembered always being out in the streets, just about standing by.

You never stole, you just took whatever left others you either found, or were given out of sympathy.

Pity did get you a long way, you had to admit.

People felt sorry for you, but then did nothing else to help you.

While it hurt, it never really put a chip on your shoulder. There was nothing anything you could do anyway. You couldn’t fight. You didn’t have a lot of strength in you.

One time, a group of people decided to leverage that. People like you; left behind and given nothing but scraps. Instead of coming together, however, they saw you as a weak link; something to blame for their issues and lot in life.

Just when you thought that would be it for you, someone called out. The pain stopped, but even if it lingered. You weren’t hit again. Your hearing was fuzzy, eyesight blurry.

You blacked in and out a few times.

When you came to, you are on a couch. You hear someone humming. You sit up, slowly, and see a girl around your age cooking.

“Oh, hey!” She says, turning back to you with a smile on her face, “don’t worry about those guys,” she assures you, “I took care of them.”

She seems almost proud.

Still, you just feel good that they’re gone now.

“You can have some of this, if you want,” she says, gesturing to her food.

“I don’t…I don’t want to be a burden,” you say.

You hear a growl, and see a red tiger in front of you, baring it’s teeth, “who said that?” She demands.

“No one really. Just…just the vibe, I guess?”

You look down, subconsciously; the girl seems to notice this, only watching you as you scramble to find the words you need. Then —

“I’m sorry…for not – for not knowing anymore. Could use someone like you out there.”

You feel something on your leg. Looking down, you see a red cat, rubbing itself on your leg. It looks up at you, before jumping on the couch.

“It’s not your fault, kid,” the cat says, “we’ll find them.”

You stroke the cat again. You feel safe. Sure, it’s a talking cat, but the cat was a girl a minute ago. You’ve seen what the world can hold magic wise. You know different things exist. Some people thrown out for all sorts of things they can’t control; this is that for her.

“‘We’?” You echo back to her, as she changes back to her redheaded form, arms crossed with a smirk on her face.

“Hell yeah, us!” She says, arms now up in the air, “we can watch each others back! Like a –“ her eyes light up, “like a sidekick!”

Something in your eyes brighten; something in hers soften, slightly.

They both do that a bit more as your smile widens, “ok then, where do we start?”

“Well, how about names?” She says, but there’s excitement in her eyes, “I’m Nimona!” She says, holding her hand out.

“I’m…” you say, holding out your hand and then pausing, “oh…”

She seems to catch onto what you mean, “I have a bunch of lists of names if you want to look?” She offers.

You nod, eagerly, and she fetches it – throwing some other items over her shoulder while she looks. She presents it to you. It’s a massive scroll that unfurls, “take your pick!” She says, arms outstretched to it like a ‘ta-da’ like pose. She’s proud of it.

You do pick one, even if it takes a bit of time. Still, you find one that works for you:

Y/N.

“Had a feeling you’d like that one,” she says, “I like it!”

You smile again. She does too, even if hers looks a bit like a snarl in a way; seems she’s already thinking of the damage you’ll do together. For you though, it’s about not being alone anymore.

You do get up to trouble. A lot of trouble. You paint art on walls; you play pranks on the guards so you can get somewhere – or sometimes just for fun.

Nimona’s ability to shapeshift is so damn cool. Internally, she feels a spark of happiness she hasn’t felt in a long time at your genuine acceptance and awe of her ability.

She, in turn, helps you find yourself as well. Your style, clothing wise. She notes things that make you uncomfortable as well. Sometimes that leads to deep chats; like the one you have about your lack of care for anything to do with sex or romance, or gender norms.

All she has to say to that is, “metal. Norms are for losers, anyway. I mean, end of the day, you’re Y/N, and I’m Nimona. That’s all that matters.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s something small or major that changes identity wise, her words are always the same and always true.

Her loyalty to you is the same as yours is to hers. You’re always defending her – despite her not always needing it – and backing her up in fights.

You always assure her she has you. You see her moments of vulnerability. Where the mask sort of drops. She always appreciates it. As while she’s not like you in the way of comforting people, she tries to learn from your softness and comforting manners.

You’re all each other have. At least, for a while anyway. You see the news of the manhunt for a man who killed the queen. Someone almost as hated as you are.

Nimona looks to you, and you know what your best friend is thinking.

So, you track him down. She does the talking; though at one point Ballister does look at you and seem to start implying you’re a monster to, and says, “hey, don’t look at them. Look at me,” he complies as he sees you looking around his room. You’re a curious thing.

“What — um, who are…?”

She raises an eyebrow, “they,” she starts, “are Y/N. My best friend and partner in crime and all things evil,” she then leans forward, “and I’m Nimona.”

“Yes…but, what does that mean?” He asks, trying not to piss her off. In his mind, scared he’ll become one of her – he’s sure – many victims.

A smirk appears on her face as she answers, “whatever we want it to mean.”

“Right. Yes. Ok,” he says, “that’s understandable.”

He sees you fiddling with one of his spare arms, “please be careful with that!” He says in fear. You put it back carefully, backing away from it. Nimona raises an eyebrow, letting you handle this. She knows you’re tougher than you look. Don’t get her wrong, you look better now; both a bit more comfortable in your own skin, but also decently fed.

“What is that?” You ask.

“Oh…it’s one of my spares. Just an old prototype I guess, for this,” he says, gesturing to his arm.

“Hm,” you say, looking at it and then the old version, “it’s always nice to have a spare.”

“Like a sidekick!” Nimona says, adding it one to try and persuade the knight – or ex-knight you guessed.

“No, no! Those things do not match!”

“Oh, come on!” Nimona snaps at Ballister. You just watch the interaction go on. She’s always been a stubborn one.

Still, he leaves on his own. You sigh, looking to your friend, “come on,” you say, opening the door to go to where he will end up.

“Ok, kid. You ok with a quick flight?” Nimona asks you as you look at the scale of the building. It’s intimidating; that, and heights were never your thing.

You gulp, “y-yeah.”

“Alright!” She says, happy you’re trying to put yourself out there more.

So, up you go. Despite the fact that she can shapeshift, she keeps you in mind as well as you sneak into the cells section. You do, however, keep watch, letting her go into the cell and break Ballister out the old fashion way – and the way she more enjoys, violently punching the release.

In the closet, you help keep it closed, finding more items. Out of the two, you’ve always been the more resourceful one.

She gives you a single look after Ballister makes his promise. You know what she’s going to do, so you just pull Ballister back a bit as Nimona shifts once again.

Having had some close calls and only gotten away via her shifting, you’re able to stay on better than Ballister, though you do help him when you can reach him. As for you and Nimona, however, you’re pretty much in synch with each other.

However, then comes the need for an exit. You know Nimona can fly, but she can’t hold both of you. So —

“I’ll lead them away,” you say, not allowing anyone to stop you as you take off in the opposite direction.

“Y/N, no! Come back!” Nimona calls out to you. She knows you are quick on your feet, but this is a bad place to try to be. Don’t get her wrong, she’s having fun causing havoc, but now what she might gain in a boss, she may lose a friend. She won’t do that.

Still, nothing she can do. Boss comes first.

So, off she goes, getting them both to the floor.

“Do you see them?” Nimona asks; and he hears the concern in her voice. She’s violent, but cares a lot. He respects that. Despite being surround and fighting, he tries as much as he can to keep an eye out for you.

“There!” He shouts, pointing up before dodging another strike.

Nimona turns as well, smirking, but concern still in her eyes as she sees you near a ledge. You don’t even think about it, you just jump.

So, with the wings once again, she flies upwards, dodging any attacks, before catching you and bring you down to the ground.

You both roll, before joining the Frey once again. You’ve never been as good in fights as her, but your agility and quick thinking does help. Nimona goes more aggressive once she sees Ballister in trouble. You go around some of the guards to help, but you’re taken down too.

That’s only enrages her further.

After you escape, you both start to bond with him. And, he seems a bit more at ease with you both now. You did break him out after all. So, he lets you help. Being a bit more open to ideas.

You all get down to the subway, seeing your wanted images. Somehow, you had never been photographed, so you were just a question mark. Seemed fitting, in a way, you guessed.

“Hm, no,” your best friend says, looking from you to the question mark you, “I don’t see the semblance.”

You roll your eyes, and she just giggles to herself. Ballister watches you both, eyes softening slightly at your genuine friendship and connection.

On the subway, he asks you guys, “so, how long have you both known each other?”

You share a look; her’s is asking if you want to say it, and also asking if you are ok with it being said; yours is the same.

You both shrug. She goes first with her tale, using it to make fun of Ballister.

He still seems a little disturbed by her ability to shift, even asking her to go back a to the ‘normal’ version of her. You both raise eyebrows at him. Sure, he tries to cover up by saying that it’s for other people, and not him, but you don’t exactly buy it.

“Are some of your best friends, ‘normal’?” You say, having heard that before with some people trying to cover up their hatred for you by saying that they know others. It’s bullshit.

“What? I — I, no… No, that’s not what I meant —“ he says, trying to correct his error.

“Too late,” you say, folding your arms, looking away.

Nimona changes back to her human self, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I, uh, I’m sorry,” Ballister says. You keep looking away.

“Boss means it, Y/NN,” Nimona says, squeezing your shoulder a bit.

Ballister goes to say something else, but Nimona only holds up a hand. He nods, knowing that this is your moment. You need your own breather.

After a moment, you look up at him, seeing his eyes holding a genuine guilt to it. And a plead to make this all better. It’s the first time someone other than Nimona has looked at you. Like a person. A friend, maybe even.

You look at your best friend, the only person you’ve ever been able to call family, and she gives you a smile. You mirror it, putting your hand on top of hers.

“Thanks, Nim,” you say softly.

She removes her hand, before nudging you with her arm, “course, squirt. You and me, right?” She says, holding out her pinky finger. You link yours to hers.

“You and me. Nimona and Y/N.”

“And that’s all that matters.”

Ballister smiles. Then a thought comes to him about the question he asked but didn’t get answers to.

“Are you guys siblings?”

You look at each other again, and nod in sync.

“Closest we’ll ever get to it.”

“That’s cool,” he says, “seriously. Having a friend is…it must be nice.”

Again, you share a look; your journeys have been rough, and you’ve saved each other more times than you can count, but he’s right.

Nimona changes to a small boy, and you smile at her comment of “I am today,” before she goes off to do her part of this hastily cobbled together plan.

Ballister notices your look, “what’s wrong?”

“Just…it’s weird.”

Ballister chuckles, but not in a mean why; more surprise than anything else, “can’t be, especially not compared to my day so far.”

You nod, only really half listening. But, the words come out of your mouth before you can stop them, “I don’t…I don’t feel a fit in with…all this,” you say, pointing to him and then a random woman across the road, “and Nim…she’s fluid with it, you know? Labels don’t really matter to her. I like them. But…I can’t find the right ones. We do our names, and it works and it…I mean, it’s a statement and I love that, really. I just — I don’t know.”

“We’ll find it,” he says, not catching himself on the first word, “trust me, from what I’ve seen of Nimona, she’d burn it all down for you to find it.”

“We’ve taken up too much time,” you say, clearing your throat, gesturing for him to follow you, as you watch the man Nimona was – well, once distracting, but now chasing, went around the corner, “sorry.”

You don’t give him time to say anything back in return, you just take his hand and lead him out into the street once again, trying to find a getaway.

He recognises someone; the one with the punchable face? Maybe, you can’t quite remember. Either way, Ballister is terrified.

He hastily gets you into the vehicle with him, but you do see Nimona with a giddy smile as she shuts the boot.

Then, off you go, though Nimona does call out to you to get down.

With nothing but blind luck, you make it to an alley way. Ballister freaks out at Nimona being hurt, but she doesn’t show it hurts that much. You’re sure it does, but not as much as what is going on inside of her. You sit on the boot of the vehicle as they talk, though they do make their conversation loud enough to make you feel included.

You watch with soft eyes at the interaction, and how Nimona describes it all. When she jumps down when saying “I just wouldn’t be me,” she puts a hand on your leg too, “just like they wouldn’t be them.”

She then nudges you, “go on, bud,” she says softly, gesturing over to the bench, “go have your lil session. I’ll stay with this guy,” she says, jumping up on the boot, legs swinging.

Silently, you go over to Ballister. He looks at a cut on your arm. You aren’t entirely sure when you got it, but he does what he can to clean it.

“May I try ask again how you met?”

“Sure,” you say, looking to Nimona, she nods, encouraging smile in tow, “not the greatest of origin stories. I was always a street rat,” a crumbled up piece of paper hits your head, thrown by your best friend, “Was just always out on the streets. Never remembered anything from before. Guess either I was abandoned by parents dying, or they just left me.”

Ballister pauses, looking at you with sympathy. Nimona’s eyes are casted down to the floor. Like noted before, your lives weren’t easy, even if you had each other. The chaos was always fun, when you guys controlled it. Rebellion was something you both loved, but you were always focused more on survival than rebellion; even though you tried.

“I’m so sorry.”

You give him a sad smile, “I have my moments where…” you drift off. Nimona’s eyes shoot right up to your figure. She knows where your thoughts are going.

“Your parents were either unlucky, or bad people,” she says, “if it’s the latter, then they lost out on someone awesome.”

“Thanks, Nim.”

“No, she’s right,” Ballister says in support, “you’re a sweet, kid. You’re loyal, and kind.”

“But I don’t know who I am.”

“Well, if it helps, I thought I liked girls when I was around your age,” you chuckle softly at that after he does.

“I don’t think I want that from anyone,” you admit. Nimona smiles, glad you feel safe enough to say it. It’s your own small rebellion; she can’t be prouder of you, even muttering out a small ‘hell yeah’ under her breath.

“That’s cool,” Ballister says; you scrunch your eyes brows up slightly, not expecting him to say that, “we want what we want from life. And…if I may ask, about the other thing?”

“…I – I don’t…I don’t think ‘he’ or ‘she’ fit me. I mean,” you look to Nimona in self consciousness, “I know that’s swapping one label for another, but —”

“Labels can help us find a home in ourselves,” she says, wisely. Ballister looks to her, seeing her gaze soft as she continues, “sometimes they change. But, as long as it’s your choice on it changing, then it’s all cool with me.”

You nod, but Nimona catches the slight guilt in your eyes. She hops off the boot, approaching you as Ballister finishes his work on the cut – having only resumed it after your addition, “I always said I’ll tell ya as many times as you need. And I don’t mind, really,” she says, putting an arm on your good shoulder, “you’re my little buddy. My best friend. You’re Y/N, and who that is may shift and change, but you’re still you at the core of that.”

Emboldened by your friends and the feeling of safety to be honest, you look to the man in the boot, “shall we?”

The two look to the man, who then speaks. Saying he’s happy for you all, but now really just wants to be let go.

“Oh, yeah,” your best friend says, cracking her knuckles.

You get the video evidence that’s you need. This is it, your boss – and maybe even friend at this point – can be free. Sure, it pisses you both off at his want to still believe in this system – this system that is built to hate people like you – but you still go with him. Nimona says she’s in it because everyone hate’s Ballister too; and yes, that is part of your reasoning too – you guys aren’t alone anymore. But…if you’re honest with yourself, it’s mainly the latter part to that. To find your crew, you go by your labels and accept you fully.

The plan goes well, and you all escape together this time. Ballister holding you as you fly away.

“Why didn’t we think of this the first time?” You shout over the wind.

“We’re not very smart!” Nimona says with a chuckle.

“You have your moments, though?” Ballister asks, cheekily.

You both laugh this time, “seems so!” You say in sync.

Back at Ballister’s, the events of everything, including another brawl - this time you were more successful - though Ballister was almost taken in but you guys won, and feeling of safety, allows you to sleep soundly for once. Nimona runs a hand through your hair, head in her lap. Ballister puts a blanket over her.

“Don’t wake them, Boss,” is all Nimona says, quietly.

Ballister chuckles quietly, “I won’t, don’t worry,” he assures, before going to his computer.

Nimona soon falls asleep herself.

When Ballister meets with Ambrosius, nothing on your past comes up. Ambrosius is question on it, and says, “I’m sorry, Bal. I really am. I think that (he/she) —“

“They,” he interjects.

“Ok, sorry, yes,” Ambrosius says, correcting himself, “I think they may of met Nimona and been taken down a path. But,” he reaches out and takes Ballister’s hands in his own, “you can stop this. You can save them. We can.”

When Ballister comes back, Nimona seemingly has a sixth sense about this. She wakes up, happy, but slightly on edge when she sees the look on his face. Carefully, she removes herself from you.

“What are you?” Ballister seethes.

“We aren’t doing this here,” Nimona says, moving to the back of the couch, as if a shield.

“Answer me.”

“You aren’t dragging them into this,” she says, a fiery protectiveness in her gaze, “do you know how much they’ve been –“

“How much as done because of you?” That stings, she won’t lie, “you drag them around with you into your schemes. They’re an innocent pers-“

“Exactly,” Nimona says, keeping her voice quiet, but letting the anger still roll through her words, “so, if you wanna blame someone, which you oh so apparently do, then blame me, ok?”

“What’s going on?” You say, slurred as you still adjust to the world. You blink a few times, before slowly sit up on the sofa. You turn to your friends, and both have angry looks on their faces, “what’s wrong?”

“Gloreth,” Ballister says, “the darkness she was fighting to keep out? It was her,” he says, ripping the bandaid off instantly.

You look to Nimona, eyes wide, but not filled with fear, just shock.

“Y/N…” Nimona says, seemingly only seeing what she wants to.

“Nim,” you say, taking her hands in your own, “it doesn’t matter,” despite the reassurances, her mind is already made up. Those voices that she’s kept at bay for herself, and help you fight – and you have returned the favour in both small and large ways – are back in full force. You can see it on your friend…on your sister’s face. It pains you to no end.

“Get away from her, Y/N,” Ballister advices.

“No,” you say, firmly.

“Y/N, please…” you hate how her voice cracks a bit, looking at you.

“Hey, what was it you always said? We’re all we’ve got. You and me, yeah?”

“Don’t you understand what she is. She’s a —”

“No,” you spit, looking to Ballister, who is a bit taken aback, “it doesn’t matter. It matters who she really is. She’s Nimona. Just like I’m Y/N, and you’re Ballister. You’re the ex-knight. I’m the street rat, and Nimona is the reason this broken system was made in the first place.”

“It’s not broken,” Ballister says, running a hand through his hair.

“It always has been!” You shout, he jumps, “don’t you get that? Someone framed you for power. That power is used to make people like me hate themselves. It turns people against each other. It tears people apart, and you still support it!”

“Because it keeps us safe from monsters who want to destroy it!” He can’t stop the words as they tumble out. But, as soon as he sees you both flinch, he wants to take it back.

Nimona runs first, and as you go to follow, you pause at Ballister’s door, “you know, I really thought you’d be different,” the words strike him just like Ambrosius’ sword did. Then, you’re gone.

He slams his hand onto the table, swiping objects away. One gets his attention, that old arm he’d made. The spare. The useful spare. The one that got him through a lot before this better one.

Sure, he knew the metaphor didn’t completely work, but you were curious being. You just wanted to find safety, and Nimona just wanted to find that as well. You were both just looking for love in a world that hid it from you because of who you were.

He remembered when he first came out, how it was rocky. You were both young (sure, Nimona was old in terms of this story of her, but she was a young girl in physical form) and your lives had been several levels below rocky.

You and Nimona were all you had. He…god he realises, he was part of that too. For a moment, they let someone else in. Let someone else be a lifeline.

The words he’d said…he could see on Nimona’s face when she looked at you that something had changed in your dynamic as soon as he said it. She looked at you like she was a poison, and there was no antidote. He always remembered your words, about how at the beginning you would…oh, oh he knows what you mean now by what you wanted to do.

That pain because you couldn’t be free; you couldn’t completely be you. Oh no. Oh god.

He finds his sword. The thing that started him on this path. A path that led him to you both. Two spirited, loyal people.

He then feels the ground shake. He looks to the tv. He knows who that is. He knows who is on one last run.

“Good Gloreth,” he says, before running out of the door, just hoping that he isn’t too late. That he can make this right. As right as he can, anyway.

As for you, you try all you can to get Nimona’s attention, and she only flies away. God, you hate it; you’ve never really been out to this part of the walled off city before. You don’t know where she would go. You go to the town. There’s an abandoned building you went to one time when at a low. Nimona saved you that day, flying up to you and sitting with you. It must’ve been hours, but she managed to get you down and home. Sure, that location changed. But Nimona was a constant. She was family. She was home. She was security; always there for a pep talk or defence. You were always there with a plan or a way out. She’d always follow them, executing them to a T. You just worked.

You affirmed each other. Any doubts you’d talk about. You’d clean swap clothes, steal some if they didn’t fit or felt wrong. Tag areas with different names, but the same style so everyone knew it’s was you.

You feel a rumble as you reach the top of the building. A dark, shadowy creature, makes its way into town. Stomping over things, but not hitting anything. The only time it does is when it’s shot, screeching out in pain as it falls down.

You know who it is. You recognise a part of the scream.

It’s Nimona.

You look down the building, a hell of a drop. You see more of the flying vehicles going for her. Quickly, you do some calculations. You take a few steps back. Don’t get yourself wrong, you’re not in the healthiest of mindsets right now. If you miss, it’s a big drop, and then…well, whatever comes next. But, you have to try this. You have to try and protect your family as best you can. So, counting down quickly, you run.

You jump.

You land right on one of the vehicles. The guard is too shocked to really do anything. So, you push him with all your might, and he falls, but catches himself. You just focus on the controls of this thing. Not that many. It’s simple, but effective. It works.

So, despite some near crashes, you sort of get the hang of this thing. You use it to shoot at the attackers hurting Nimona. Some fire back at at you, others dodge and keep going at this person they decided needs to be put down for the benefit of the people.

You try your most, even get lucky, but there’s a lot of carnage going on; all their own doing.

You see, however, what Nimona is making a bee line for. The sharp end of a sword that was pointed at her so long ago.

You race forward, not even noticing your previous guard friend managing to climb back up. He wrestles with you for the controls. Once again sending you pretty much into things. However, he then pulls the breaks, but catches you before you fall. He’s not looking at you now, he’s looking at Nimona, who is stood in front of the sword, white, beating heart out.

“NO!” You cry, sending the vehicle forward once again. You get to the sword, jumping off it. The guard tries to stop you, but just misses.

“Stop —“ he calls. But, a new voice stops him.

“They’re with me!” Ballister, “they’re with me.”

He looks at you; so many apologies and silent words being sent at you at once.

You nod, “later,” you say, before running to save your sister. He follows. You both hold her back. She looks down at you.

Ballister apologises to her as well. She looks to you.

“Please don’t,” is all you can say, “I need my sister. I need my sister,” you say, repeating it as your tears finally leak.

She changes back, and you both catch her. She looks a mess, beaten to high hell, but alive.

“I love you too,” she says to you as the three of you hug. You pull back, looking at her with elation -she’d always shown it, never said it; but you did always, sort of selfishly, wanted to hear her say it – and she chuckles tiredly and brings you into a hug of just the two of you, “I need my sibling in my life too. Besides, you rebelled completely against them,” she says, having seen you on the roof and your stunt, “guess I could do something a bit different, yeah?”

You chuckle, tightening the hug. It feels right. Like pieces of a puzzle coming together. Ballister joins, and it mostly feels complete.

A hug of a family. Of people who love and accept each other.

People soon start running again, and you all see a giant cannon aimed directly at you all. You all look at the citizens, knowing it will hurt them as well.

“No –“ you say, looking to Nimona, knowing what she is planning.

She smiles, however; her mind is mind up.

She kisses you on the forehead, “I love you,” she mumbles, before giving Ballister a wink, “take care of them for me, Boss.”

“Nimona,” Ballister says, trying to stop her. To try find another way.

However, “we know I’m fast enough to stop that thing,” she says, “and we’re wasting too much time. I get to punch someone with a punchable face, like really hard,” she then looks back to you, and sees you about to break again, “hey,” she says, cupping your face in her hands, “I’ll always be here,” she puts her hand on your chest, “you’ve got this. You’re gonna build a new, better, world.”

With that, she turns into a phoenix, and flies right into the cannon. The explosion rocks the wall, creating a massive gap in it. What does it show? It shows that the outside world is beautiful, that they had anything to fear. There is danger there, but also beauty. So much beauty.

Ballister and you go down to try and find Nimona, instead you only find red specs flying around.

You curl up into a ball, letting out sobs.

Ambrosius comforts Ballister, but saw how you were with the guardsman above. Granted in glimpses, but given your friendship with Nimona, your distrust of this system that he too is now questioning is understandable. So, he lets Ballister take his time before bringing you into a hug as you both cry for your fallen friend.

Some time passes, and you are all called heroes. You move in with Ballister, and your friendship rebuilds. He becomes this role model to you of perseverance and light. Softness and love. He becomes a sort of parental figure. He supports you when you stumble, and you do the same for him.

Ambrosius respects your boundries. He’s a nice person, even if you have your many issues with the system. He listens, like actually listens to them, and does what he can to set them right. He knows it will take time, but he knows you’ll appreciate the effort.

It’s slow going with him, but he is sweet. He’s kind. So, you are warming up to him. And he’s getting to know you. And, you do have to admit, him and Bal are sweet.

One day, when you’re in home alone, Bal and Ambrosius out on a date, you hear something. It’s like the wind, but that’s not possible as it’s a peaceful day. You then turn, seeing a glare of light. It gets brighter and brighter —

And then it stops. You lower your hand, and drop your bowl of popcorn. It doesn’t break, but the effect is there.

“Hey, champ,” you hear her say.

And you barrel right into Nimona’s awaiting arms. She chuckles, spinning you around before putting you back on the ground, “oh, look at you!” She says, turning your head with her hands, noting the subtle changes to your style and your looks, “you look so good!”

You chuckle, before going in for another hug. She hugs you back just as tightly.

She shuts her eyes, hoping to hold this moment in her mind forever; just as you are as well.

She pulls back, then looks to the TV, “what you watching, squirt?” She asks. You grab her hand, and pull her to it, hopping over it, which she mirrors on the other side, before now sharing the blanket with her and handing her the bowl and filling it up with more popcorn.

You hit play, and both watch the TV.

Bal comes back, and does a double take when he sees you both. It’s like a mirror version of the last time he saw you asleep on her lap, hand going through your hair again.

“Oh, hey, Boss,” she says, “just figured I’d pop in, say ‘hi’ and all that.”

Ballister can only laugh, tears of happiness forming in his eyes.

“Hi,” he says, holding his arms open.

“Hey,” she says, hugging him.

The family is complete.

Y/N and Nimona the siblings; and Balister and Ambrosius the parental/older siblings. The label isn’t exactly exact, but sometimes labels aren’t. They fluctuate.

But the love, just as the person, is still there. Still them. Still have all that love and hope inside of them.

Some people like labels, some don’t.

Either way, you all fit together. You all know what you are.

Family. And a family who aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

#nimona x reader #Nimona imagine #platonic reader #platonic reader insert #platonic imagine #Nimona x platonic reader #Nimona x platonic!reader #Nimona x Best Friend Reader #Nimona x Sibling Figure Reader #reader insert #Nimona Reader Insert

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tafferling · 3 months

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Dying Light 2: Game Story Rewrite

I have been tempted (and have since given in to this temptation) to write out one of the alternate Dying Light 2 story campaigns that'd been knocking around in my head ever since I started playing the game.

It sticks to the characters we already know, but aims to- I dunno. Add Taff flavour, I guess.

Enjoy!

Dying Light 2, an alternate main campaign story, by Taff.

While this is not Latchkey Hero, a lot of the main plot rewrites in this does draw from what I cooked up for Monsters, We. So, if you don’t want spoilers for the MW endgame, skip this.

The player character is either Aiden or Mia Caldwell. Because who hasn’t wanted a little more versatility? We start by choosing which one we’d like to play.

The Caldwell siblings are Pilgrims (I love the Pilgrims, okay? The world needs more Dying Light Pilgrims, please send me your Pilgrim OCs so I can give them platonic smooches) and they’re currently doing what they do best: helping people move across the territories. Specifically, you’re escorting a troupe (actors and musicians) from New Paris, who’re headed to Villedor to perform.

You get to know the siblings in the introduction, and see how they interact with not only each other, but the people around them, too. My aim here would’ve been to establish a relationship between Aiden and Mia, giving what’ll happen later more meaning. We learn about the Pilgrims, how they hold a fearful sort of respect from others, and just how good they are at this.

We even get a bit of combat! Defend against a bunch of biters. Fend off a banshee before nightfall. And, hey, we might even get to know some of the troupe a bit better! We’re having a great time.

Once we reach Villedor, we find out that there’s a bit of trouble brewing right now and that the troupe won’t be able to get to its actual destination (The Fish Eye), since there’s a blockade up. We don’t much care, we are getting paid already and we don’t plan on staying. So we stash them at the second best place, the Bazaar.

After that, our plan is to pick up some more work and then be on our way. Explore time! We find out that there are two different types of safe zones/holds in Villedor: Some which require a biomarker to get into, some which do not. The Bazaar, for example, has a no biomarker zone and a main only biomarker zone. We also find out that a lot of people here are infected. In our initial exploration, we get to go anywhere in Old Villedor except into holds that require biomarkers and places which have been sealed by the GRE.

We can do a few side quests! If we pay attention, we’ll also pick up on how there’s trouble brewing in Central Villedor, and also how, oof, be careful, newcomers, lotsa new people who come to Villedor just straight up vanish. Until one quest pops up for another escort. A man who’d like someone to help him get to New Paris. Fair. We’ve just been there, we can do the trip again, no sweat. Aiden and Mia agree and take the man (Dylan) back the same way they’d originally come in.

Things don’t go well.

We’re attacked by masked men (Renegades), who are trying to get something back from Dylan, who is wounded gravely at the start of the ambush. Aiden and Mia fight them off, but the noise attracts attention they don’t need (Volatiles!). It is clear they can’t do much, but before they run off, Dylan gives them something and tells them to take it and go and not let Waltz have it (whoever that may be, our two Pilgrims are not clued in).

As we try to escape, we’re eventually overwhelmed and both of our Pilgrims are (drum rolls) bitten. But before the GAME OVER screen can roll in, a set of Renegades and Waltz show up, ultimately saving their lives. Which may sound neat at first, not so much when we get punched out and dragged off. When our player character comes to again, it’s a vague affair at first. A bit of swimming in and out of it, really, where we realise we are in a lab (spooky) and have been injected with something (cue the OOOOOOOooOOO!). But never you fret! After overhearing a conversation that they’d be taken back to Central Villedor since they haven’t died and something something they have potential, our player character frees themselves. They get their sibling too and try to escape. During this escape, we see hints that some of those “vanished newcomers” may have met their end here, wherever here may be.

We also get our stuff. Which includes the GRE key (no one bothered checking our backpack, wee!).

But, once again, things do not go well. Waltz’s goons chase us, and while our player character manages to escape, our sibling sacrifices themselves and, for all we know, has just died. We want to do something about this, but we have our first full blown seizure, which leads to us falling to what everyone assumes is our death.

All of this is followed with an Oh no, am I turning? sequence, which ends similarly to the original intro of the game, where we are about to get lynched by a mob. Hakon to the rescue! Except this time the rescue is somewhat motivated by how we’ve already made some friends previously: the troupe! They recognized us and they are what we find after Hakon jabs us with our first inhibitor.

Afterwards, this version of the story follows the Bazaar VS PK story line, somewhat, with our player character motivated to reach Central Villedor to get revenge. Why revenge and why not have our sibling recaptured? ‘cause revenge can wait a little and it won’t feel so weird when we get side tracked by side quests.

To get to Central Villedor we must help Aitor solve his murder mystery of their slain commander and to do that we have to get a biomarker (which we can do since we have a GRE key). As we solve the mystery, we find out that the conflict with the bandits and whatnot and the PK’s hand being forced to suspect or even attack the Bazaar was being orchestrated by someone else.

Who, we aren’t sure.

There’s choices to be made of course! Some siding with the PK, or with the Bazaar, and all the while we also have our troupe friends to report back to and help with little side quests. Hey, we may even have a little devil and an angle in our troupe who try and sway us towards specific decision. Plus, Hakon, of course (who, by the way, is telling us he has an idea of where to go once we are in Central Villedor so we can get our sweet SWEET revenge). We also meet the usual suspects of the Bazaar, including Sophie, Alberto, and Co.

And in-between our chores, we are on the hunt for those inhibitors and like to jab ourselves with them like the dumdum we are. SURELY nothing bad can come out of this?!

Anyway.

Now that we have a biomarker, we can access other regions in Old Villedor. More exploring! And, eventually, we get the choice to help the PK see the Bazaar was innocent (and give the Bazaar their water tower back), or we claim the water tower for the PK cause we have a crush on Aitor (why else would you do this?!), OR we can cause absolute mayhem and botch the whole deal, leading to a war between the Bazaar the PK, which the PK narrowly win.

Then off we go into Central Villedor. Escorting our troupe, of course. Gee, maybe we get an LI in there?! I’m thinking too much about the troupe now. Down, Taff. But, seriously, there is someone in the troupe who is defo trying to win us over to “troupe life” maybe and sway us away from all the revenge talk. We aren’t having it though. We loved our sibling.

(No one blows up the windmill, btw. That thing is too damn pretty to die. Taff has spoken. Oh and we probably had another turning scare at some point and are figuring out that something may not be entirely right with us.)

Once we’ve survived some tense escort mission shenanigans (HEY those can be fun if done right, I promise), and as we are nearing the Fish Eye, we get into an argument about our desire to Do Revenge, which leads to use pointing the troupe to the Fish Eye and the fucking off with Hakon.

Cause we trust Hakon.

Hakon who has become a bit quiet now that we are alone with him.

Hakon who is getting a bit weird.

HAKON WHO LED US INTO AN AMBUSH TO GET THE DAMN KEY FROM US.

We are not happy. Especially since we are facing what seems to be a trio of WAY TOO strong people who remind us far too much of volatiles. Gee. Anyway, we manage to get away! Mostly thanks to the timely intervention of a crossbow woman (Lawan).

Fast forward, we end up at the Fish Eye, with Lawan giving us a bit of exposition about Hakon (who she was tracking when she spotted him near the Fish Eye), about Waltz and how he does some really creepy science stuff with young people.

We reunite with the troupe and get to know the Fish Eye. We meet Frank.

The Renegades attack.

Our valiant defense of it goes down just like in the game, which introduces us to the PK and properly begins ACT 2. ACT 3? Look, I am not counting. Also, I need a snack, be right back.

[one snack later; beware, Monsters, We. spoilers ahead cause all of this is ripped right out of my fic]

This act is all about Bringing back some light! The right (or wrong) people have noticed that we have a GRE key and are floating the idea by us that we should take our shapely ass over to the solar farm (ex “Tesla competitor” car factory) and do Villedor a solid. This is a big one, because we get to pick our team to do that. Do we go back to the Bazaar and bring Alberto and Co (if we didn’t botch Old Villedor), or do we go with the PK, organized by Aitor, and bring Tolga and Fatim? I mean Mitaf and Aglot, sorry.

Either way, Lawan comes with us.

As we gear up for this venture (which will not be an easy venture) we begin to also unravel some of the mystery around Waltz. The name X 13 is being floated by us at this point, too, which we begin to ask around about and are told to go get friendly with the Carriers (can I PLEASE rename them to Couriers?) since they hoarded a lot of communications and maps.

Anyway. POWER PLANT. Depending on how we left Old Villedor, our efforts at the power plant are challenged by either: The Renegades (if we prevented a war between the PK and the Bazaar) or the Bazaar (if we botched Old Villedor and the PK beat down the Bazaar).

This is when the “Renegade Mini Bosses” start showing up: Daylight proof volayouths. 20-somethings turned into weapons by Waltz.

During that particular fight, we experience another turning scare, but we’re good. Heheehehe. Yeah. We’re good. :sweating:

Then, after we’ve made it, cause, of course we made it: LET THERE BE LIGHT! This time, racing up to the top of a skyscraper is payoff and Lawan’s joy something we can relate to. We’ve seen Villedor dipped in darkness. Now we see it come alive with way more lights than our Pilgrim has ever seen in their life. It’s an emotional moment, ya’all.

We get a little hear to heart with Lawan, where she reveals some more about Hakon. This is driven by the VNC tower light coming on and her briefly recounting how Hakon betrayed the Nightrunners, the very people who took in Lawan when she was a child. She was a kid back then, but she will never forget the loss Frank (and therefore her family) suffered and she will always blame Hakon for it. Hakon was, in effect, outcast after this, and eventually fell in with Waltz. A lot of people do these days, mostly out of desperation.

After that:

The Courier quest line is turned into a bit of a main quest line this time around, at which end we find out what X 13 is: a massive GRE vault. And Waltz and his Renegades are looking for it. If they are able to crack it open, Villedor is in for a BAD time. Not only will he have all the supplies he needs to keep his operation running when it comes to turning people into whatever it is he is doing, but also because: guns. There is absolutely going to be a stockpile of them in there. Even working together, the PK and the survivors wouldn’t stand a chance against the Renegades.

And thus, the race is on!

To get there first, we need intel. And intel needs communication.

VNC tower time!

Frank and Lawan think its a terrible idea, but the PK are happy to help us; this one goes down pretty much identical to the original climb. I loved that mission, and hanging out with Rowe and his group was absolutely necessary to give the PK some much needed depth which they kinda lost after you lose track of Aitor.

The difference is though that Lawan doesn’t come after us. I felt her easily catching up with Aiden cheapened not only the player’s accomplishment, but the death of Rowe’s squad and the death of the Nightrunners. We do get help from Frank though, which is a big deal, since at that moment, Frank is facing his demons. He is going back to that day when his men died – and in doing so, he saves our life.

We celebrate.

We’re almost feeling at home, really. Our troupe performs at the Fish Eye. We get to see it all, and yeah, we still want revenge, but maybe we’re home?Maybe this is better than revenge? Maybe we don’t have to go back out onto the road (and how can we, we are infected, we are screwed anyway, we can’t go back to our old life, can we?).

Maybe this is good.

If you like romance, maybe there’s a bit of romance there (someone from the troupe? Lawan? BIG SHRUG! You choose!).

The next day the hunt begins: For X 13 and Waltz. This leads to us crossing paths with Hakon again (and a fight not unlike the one in the church in the game). Though this time, the fight ends in a revelation: Hakon tells us that (DRUM ROLL PLEASE) our sibling is alive! Yeah, I know you all saw this one coming.

We then get to choose to kill him or to let him live, but not before he tells us where they are.

And we see red.

Heeding no warnings, we head into what could easily be a trap (as Lawan tells us, cause Hakon is a bleeding liar, don’t trust him), but we don’t care. We go. We HAVE to go. Lawan, since we’ve grown on her, comes with us.

THIS IS THE POINT OF NO RETURN, FINISH ALL YOUR SIDE QUESTS

Surprisingly – it is not a trap. Not really. Not intentionally. We find our sibling, but they aren’t altogether themselves anymore, much as any of the other volayouths we find. They also aren’t leaving with us – and as we try and break them out anyway, Waltz gets in the way.

Forced to abandon our sibling, Lawan manages to get us to flee and come back later, with Waltz and one of his other volayouths chasing us. We manage to kill the volayouth, but Waltz is too much – but thankfully, Lawan is crafty, and she manages to get us out.

Except now its night. And we are kinda in the middle of nowhere with no UV light and– oh no, you know exactly where this is going.

We (as in you, the player, not Lawan) turn.

Look, Veronika was sweet, but I had absolutely 0 emotional connection to her. Let this moment matter.

We kill her.

:RECORD SCRATCH:

Unless! We allowed Hakon to live, in which case he realized just how harebrained we were and shadowed us, swooping in at the last second to jab us with an inhibitor, saving Lawan’s life.

The happiness we were so close to his absolutely shattered now. Regardless of whether Hakon helped save Lawan or not. What happened, happened. There is no coming back from that.

If Lawan is dead, we do not go back to the Fish Eye. We crawl into a hole after we come to and hope to die.

If Lawan is alive, we also do not go back to the Fish Eye. We refuse, even though both Hakon and Lawan insist.

It’s not until Waltz contacts us and says he will trade our sibling for the key and the location of X 13 that we spring (or crawl) back into action.

It is decision time.

We can now choose to either: (a) give up, betray all our friends, and leave Villedor with a half-feral sibling, or (b) return to the Fish Eye and go to claim X 13 for Frank or (c) go to Missy and claim X 13 for the PK.

(a) If we betray our friends, the game ends here and the credits are us returning years later to find Villedor in the worst shape it can possibly be in.

(b) If we go to the Fish Eye, and Lawan and Hakon are alive, Frank will put the Nightrunners back together and they come with us to X 13. If not, we go alone and it will be a lot harder than (c). In this case, Matt leads a squad (which includes Aitor) after us and what happens in that confrontation depends on how we handled Aitor and his situation in Old Villedor. Either Aitor sides with us and turns on Matt, or the Nightrunners stay behind to hold off the PK. If the Nightrunners have not reunited (Lawan is dead), we have to fight the PK alone.

Assuming (b) and (c), we manage to claim X 13 in what I would hope is an epic battle. One where we fight through Renegades, volayouths, and, eventually Waltz, who has brought our sibling along and pits us against them. We fight both Waltz and our sister or brother, kill him, and are left to choose to subdue or kill what’s left of our family.

Credits!

If we claimed X 13 for the survivors, Frank has taken a reluctant leadership position and oversees things from the Fish Eye. If Lawan is alive, the Nightrunners have been reestablished for good. They control Villedor’s firearms and the supplies coming out of X 13..

If we claimed it for the PK, the PK control Villedor’s firearms and the supplies coming out of X 13, though the outcome itself depends once again on how we handled Aitor’s situation. If we have Aitor on our side, Matt is overthrown after being overzealous and Aitor takes charge and the survivors and the PK enter a reasonable time of peace. If not, Matt brings Villedor under a militant rule (before he dies).

If we have killed our sibling and/or Lawan, we leave Villedor, unable to cope with what we’ve done.

If, however, Lawan is alive and we subdued our sibling, our own credit is us looking for a way to help not only our sibling, but all the other volayouths still out there. Including ourselves.

EDIT! I forgot to mention that NG+ has you have guns.

#Dying Light 2 #Dying Light #:rambles into the void:

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absolutely-normal-about-x · 11 days

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I just know that X (probably the certain hunters) is absolutely worshiped as a deity to the people of Elysium considering his actions across the X to Zero series. They’re would be murals of him in Neo Arcadia especially in the main capital. Like I KNOW there would be certain ruins littered with those damn things across Terra. God imagining finding those and becoming extremely confused about this holy blue guy.

(Fun fact this actually parallels with Volnutt’s mural facing Juno in Legends one and no I am not fucking joking)

There’s even one in Elysium that they would come to honor him. Especially that before the Master’s death, his Biometal is literally considered sacred so it’s kept somewhere safe. Also it’s unlikely that no one in Elysium (with the exception of the Master) knows thato Trigger is X’s direct Offspring. Plus “MegaMan” is more of a title plus with the Master’s fondness that connection was never made.

Now how is this Tying this to X? Well X has alot of complicating feelings towards those murals or well being considered the equivalent of Jesus Christ. Like he’s extremely uncomfortable with it but also how isolating it feels. He had to deal with that bullshit after the events of the Elf wars. Everyone in that era has this perception that he is this Paragon of good, the Angel of peace of protection. And not just a fellow individual and equal towards others. X isn’t perfect, he's flawed and has to do shit that he loathes in order to keep everyone safe. Plus don’t get him fucking STARTED of getting terrified growing apathy so he has the seal himself way to prevent himself from doing something dangerous-

But here in the legends era? That isn’t the case for anyone. He’s just a regular dude(kinda), a single father of a bunch of rambunctious kids that he looks after. He can do normal people stuff and heal from the pain of his past to be better. But damn seeing those murals (and eventually the Ruins of Neo Arcadia) just makes me feel either a numb sting or just seeing an old scar. He can’t look at it without having those unpleasant feelings. Especially trying to answer Volnutt’s questions about the origins of those murals and pointing them out that he saw it in Kattorx Island’s museum.

He tries but Volnutt learns that there are parts of his father (and Siblings) past that are just…Hard talk about…until their past comes back to haunt them….

#megaman x #megaman legends #legends reborn #au #Listen I just have the thought of X destroying a Mural like he won’t do it but dawg wouldn’t that be funny-

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Hi, its me again

I was wondering if you could do a platonic relationship with Luke and what the other characters react to that because they are like not very similar ig (also im sorry if this is too much)

It’s been god knows how long and I don’t really play either game anymore but I’m back and I’m doing all of the requests in my drafts

Also I wasn’t sure if you meant Child!MC or Adult!MC so I went with Child!MC. If you want me to do Adult!MC I will gladly do that tho. This one was fun

Platonic!Luke + Child!MC who aren’t very similar

Pronouns: They/Them

MC and Luke. The best of buddies. How? No one knows. Opposites attract, I guess

Luke has always been very energetic, loud, opinionated, and cheerful. Overall a joy to be around

MC on the other hand. Very much keeps to themselves. Doesn’t really speak up, is kind of a chronic people pleaser, and it’s rare you ever see them smile. Not that they’re upset, they just don’t smile often

Luke and MC are pure opposites, but somehow their friendship works

Lucifer:

Well for starters

He already likes them more

They’re quiet, they don’t cause much trouble, they do as he asks

They’re easy to manage

Plus them not being an angel doesn’t hurt

He was a little surprised that MC and Luke seemed to get along so well, but kids will be kids and honestly, as long as it doesn’t mean more paperwork for him, he doesn’t care

It is a little nice to see MC enjoying themselves tho

Mammon:

I think that Mammon would still attach himself to this MC pretty quickly

They’re a people pleaser and so it’s likely that they would go along with his schemes pretty easily

Plus they’re a great listener and we all know Mams needs someone to listen to him without being an asshole

New friend

Yay

Mammon already acts like an older brother to Luke so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind doing that for MC too

He’s overall just happy that the two of them are getting along and that they have someone to hang out with when he’s off doing something else

Leviathan:

I can’t see him caring all that much to be honest

I think he’d prefer MC over Luke at the beginning, mostly just because they’re not likely to cause a mess in his room

But he ends up adoring both of them of course

In his own way

I can see him being a little jealous at how quickly the two of them clicked

Not because he wants to be besties with Luke or MC

But because it was so fast and came so naturally

He wants a friendship like that

So I think he’d be kinda salty for a while

But eventually he’d get over it once he starts getting closer to the two of them himself

Satan:

This man does not give two shits imma be honest

Don’t get me wrong

He likes MC and all

They’re a great reading buddy

But, the way he sees it, why would he care about two kids being friends?

I mean, it’s interesting to observe

They’re so different, they don’t have anything in common

And yet they’re still close friends

But other than some slight intrigue over the dynamic regardless of the differences between the two, he doesn’t pay much mind to it

Asmodeus:

He’s obsessed

He already thinks MC is the cutest little thing and so when he sees them with Luke, he thinks it’s too cute

They’re just adorable together, yknow?

How could he not

MC is basically the brothers younger sibling

And Asmo knows that MC is very reserved and quiet

So seeing them come out of their shell a little and have fun with Luke?

Melts his heart

I feel like he’d take a bunch of videos to show his brothers cause look how cute this kid is

Beelzebub:

I feel like Beel would be another that was just happy that MC has a friend

He’s really that supportive older brother type that’s just happy you’re happy

Plus MC can help Luke make him treats

He’s not complaining

Beel would be happy that MC has a friend they’re so close to, but otherwise he’s got other things to be doing

It’s not that he doesn’t care, he does

He’s just got practice to go to and food to eat

He’s a busy boy

Belphegore:

Once again

Just like Satan

This man does not give two shits

He likes MCs personality a bit better at the beginning tho

Cause like

He’s already pissed that he’s gotta spend time with a human

So he doesn’t need one that’s always super extroverted and loud and cheerful

He appreciates that if he’s gotta deal with a human, at least this one can chill the fuck out

They would honestly make a decent nap buddy once MC and Belphie start getting closer

Diavolo:

He’s another puppy dog type

He’s really just excited that they’re here and that they’ve made a friend so quickly

After all, he doesn’t want them to feel alone down in the devildom

I feel like he would try to make the two of them have little tea parties with him

Luke and MC look like they’re having fun and he wants to be included too

Barbatos:

Really, he’s got much more important things to be doing

He’s got a castle to run and a prince to watch over

I feel like he would happily schedule the tea parties that Diavolo wants to have with the two of them tho

Him and Simeon give off dads scheduling playdates for their kids vibes

He would absolutely be sure to make you both little treats tho

Simeon:

When I tell you that this man is so hyped

His son has a friend

He could not be happier

He is more than happy to let you both spend all the time you want together

He’s a little confused since you both are drastically different

But who is he to complain?

Luke has a friend

Really just a supportive dad

Solomon:

Look

I love Solomon

He’s my wife

But I feel like he would be the type to view the two of them as some sort of lab rats

Or at least

He would try

Simeon, Lucifer and Barbatos would put a stop to that before it could start

No way in hell are they letting Solomon fuck with these kids

He’s a little shit and I love him dearly

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me child mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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just-antithings · 1 month

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Antis in TUA fandom are… something. Like, the whole show is about how the kids were fucked up by their abuse and are unable to have normal relationships with both each other and anyone else. One way they show this is with murder and child abuse, but another thing they use is incest. Like yeah, it’s fucked up! They’re fucked up! The fact that their incest is one of their life highlights shows you how shit their lives are! It’s show about fucked up sibling dynamics! What did you expect, balanced stable romances?

It's also like,,,,, Pseudo-incest at best. Like they aren't even related. Even some of them recognize that they aren't really siblings and don't see the others as such. Like I get that step siblings should be treated as regular siblings (I have 3 step siblings) but if the people in question say they don't feel like siblings they it really shouldn't be forced.

And yes it is ment to be fucked up but part of that also does come from all these kids being forced into a family unit that didn't actually exist. They are child soldiers and raised as such all while being forced to act as siblings for the sake of publicity.

They've been given circumstances that will make it hard to connect with others but are also given pressure socially and within their house to not connect with each other either.

Still incest is about blood ties, so Pseudo incest would be the better categorization.

Like a big part of the abuse they are experiencing is that forced "sibling" relationship. Growing up together doesn't make people siblings. They are just a bunch of kids that grew up together.

The antis are something tho calling that kinda relationship incest.

#mod gatito #ask #incest mention #pseudo incest mention #abuse mention

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oscconfessions · 2 months

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super duper hot take but god. i wish candle was handled better.

i’ve grown out of disliking her outright and now just… kind of yearn for what could’ve been. iii tries it’s best to both be lighthearted and character-driven, but that balance is poorly maintained and ends up with poorly written slop that doesn’t succeed at either, making it boring and downright assassinating characters at times.

i’ll go into a few characters that i think have been turned into shadows of their former selves, had wasted potential, or otherwise just plain didn’t need to be there.

first of these is Yinyang. I am the #1 yinyang fan, i am literally dating a fictive of them in our system (🥜🪶 anon comes out as a system real), but the arc the writers gave them feels a bit… off to me. The whole point was that they have a very sibling-like relationship, no matter if you see them as siblings or not, and they argued a bunch because that’s what siblings do. But in iii, they toned that down to the point of their character being nothing but sappy moments of them accepting eachother and then moving on. There’s barely any arguments or squabbles, which was what made them interesting. People who understand eachother can still have petty fights it came free with your fucking opinions.

Onto one I that I think could’ve had potential, Candle. If you’ve seen me before, chances are you might’ve seen my rant on how much I dislike Candle. She barely has any flaws except for being bad at communication— something that pretty much every ii character has at this point. There’s nothing to make her stand out and she’s very clearly a big favorite of the writers. And because of that favoritism, they don’t really give her any negative spotlight besides the obvious. Her viewing relationships as purely transactional is brushed off and forgiven by the end, with her not really learning anything from it. But there’s actual, genuine potential for her to be good, and that’s what frustrates me the most. If they didn’t focus on everything being lighthearted and gave her a scene on her own, where she thinks to herself and we get to see how she acts when she’s alone, i would consider that a win. Let her have flaws, and let her grieve over past mistakes. I don’t hate her, I just wish she was more.

And onto our final two, we have characters that straight up shouldn’t have been there at all! Starting with Box. I know Box was voted in as a joke— but to be honest it shouldn’t have even been on the poll at all. That’s not a contestant. That’s a gag that got tired and boring after the first few episodes. Someone else could’ve been given that spot— like Pickle or Mic or whoever else was on the poll without getting in. Box is a fundamentally bad character, and should not have been a contestant whatsoever.

Now, for the last one, is something that people may find a bit controversial. Bot should not exist. I like Bot— I really do. I think they’re neat. But they should not be here whatsoever. Bow is dead. She should not have been allowed to be in season 3. Even if it’s not exactly her, it’s still very clearly supposed to look like her. Let Bow rest. Make someone else take the spotlight for once. Have one of the least popular characters sneak onto the boat. Salt and Pepper literally WOULD DO THAT. Why would you have Bow show up AGAIN instead of actually putting in the effort to make your least likable characters learn to be better? Oh, I know why! You don’t actually care about storytelling and you just wanted to dangle the audience’s favorite characters in front of them so that they’d excuse you not working on the thing you’ve been promising for years! LET BOW REST. Actually put in the effort to make people care about characters they used to hate.

Sorry this was long and rant-y, I just. have a lot of gripes with ii it makes me so so angry

-🥜🪶 Anon

#confession #/ii #/ii/candle #/ii/yinyang #/ii/box #/ii/bot #/ii/bow #ii neg

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misery-has-no-company-now · 3 months

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Speaking of torturing blorbos, do have any spare angsty NY and/or Loui hc’s :3

(It’s fine if not-)

Why yes, of course I do!

So I’ve already said that England was a bitch to New York, right? Well, so were the Netherlands. Good old Holland gave Yorkie his abandonment issues by sending him off to England when he didn’t want to “bear the burden of another overseas territory” (his words not mine, kill him not me <3) so decided to leave him with England. The Netherlands is also responsible for his daddy issues thanks to having given up New York to the English in exchange for the Island of Run in eastern Indonesia because he thought it’ll be “worth more” than New York was (true story, the Dutch gave up NY in return for an island where nutmeg could grow - because that was very rare back then apparently) which made New York think that even his father didn’t want him and would willingly give him away the moment he found a good opportunity to do so. The Netherlands is kind of like those parents who decide to have another child because they clearly don't like the one(s) they have right now.

And what does this leave Yorkie with? Why a bunch of issues, of course? *Slaps him with daddy issues + abandonment issues + attachment issues* He often used to feel very upset over the fact that his dad left him, or rather threw him away; and until he had children of his own (I headcannon the cities as either the children or the siblings of the states) and Father’s Day became a different thing and busier for him, he used to cry over the fact that he didn’t have a father since his didn’t want to keep him around and would sooner give him off to someone looking for more child soldiers to have in his army (Englanddd)

Thanks to all this he’s also always extremely scared that if he “messes up” again, then the people who he loves and cares for won’t like him anymore - and he thinks that they will then realise that he’s too much trouble for him so leave him just like the Netherlands did, or worse, hurt him like England did. He also can’t stand a loved one being mad at him for any reason at all, so this makes him a people-pleaser at times (but only to the ones he loves of course, because you know - the Northeast).

And you know how people have flight or freeze responses? Well, firstly I think he’d be a strong freeze in danger type of person; but depending on what the ‘danger’ is I also guess that he’d be the type to fawn - like you know, if the presumed ‘danger’ is something like a loved one being angry at him; in which case he just tries to appease them and often goes over the top in trying to make them happy again, even if they weren’t that mad in the first place.

And now, for Loui. Oh Loui. Pauvre ti bête, sha. So while it is true that he does see spirits a lot, he is sometimes unable to see if he is imagining/hallucinating them or if they’re actually real, so he’ll hurt himself in some way to try and see which it is. He uses pain to ground himself, kind of like an unhealthy coping mechanism. Often he takes this to extremes and this results in a lot of bleeding wounds, some which cut deep. Trimming his fingernails and keeping him away from sharp objects and all doesn’t really help because sometimes when he gets too emotional, his magic works on its own and hurts him resulting in injuries he cannot heal properly.

He also feels guilty very easily, even for things which are not necessarily his fault (like if his people did something terrible that he had no say in, he’d still feel like he was to blame for it because it was his people doing it in the first place) despite all the time he spends playing pranks with Florida. Sometimes he picks on these old wounds of his as a ‘reminder’ to himself of what happens when he does something wrong, or just to punish himself without adding further injuries that could hurt other people.

*slams him with alcoholism as a coping mechanism* (and once again, it’s unhealthy, of course)

He often feels bad about using his magic, especially since Mass and Maine don’t anymore because of the Witch Trials that happened. He saw Mass get persecuted in one of those (and take the brunt of his accidental use of magic in public) once and he lost most of the joy he used to feel in performing magic. He beats himself up over Mass having gotten hurt because of him too, though both Mass and Maine tell him that it’s not his fault.

Papa France is an ass and both Maine and Maine are geographically far away, though they do often meet with each other, so he sometimes feels a bit lonely and misses talking to someone older in his family who can give him advice and all that when he needs it. But he hangs out with a lot of people so he doesn’t feel this way that much these days. However, earlier when he barely talked to anyone else, he was rather lonely.

And this one is courtesy of France too. Loue sometimes also feels terrible for, as France claims, “butchering the French language” with his Cajun French, and these taunts of France make it hard for him to be as proud of his culture as he should be - but his friends and family are helping him work on that.

So um...I've got a lot more of these, but that's all for now because I think I should stop here. Let me know if you want more.

#Btw I'm so so sorry for this long wait.#I'm just getting around to answering all the asks I have in my inbox now #welcome to the table #wttt #wttt louisiana #wttt new york #wttt england #wttt france

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angelcactus · 1 year

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First Meetings

The first story of my Dad!Sam au! This is when Sam meets Fred and Bright under unfortunate circumstances! (5 pages later and its done!)

@just-tami-here @gavinsdeviant @nonbinarycringe404

Tw- Child harm, Quinn is an overall creep, blood.

Halloween was supposed to be a fun day.

Candy, costumes, occasional scaring. That wasn’t on the list for two kids, however. The old abandoned park Wonderworld was a gold mine for those who were obsessed with the supernatural. There were rumors, like most haunted places, rumors about disappearances, people going in and acting different when they left, the usual.

Wonderworld was at the edge of town, pretty far away from the neighborhoods that were bustling with laughs and screams. The lamp posts’ light bulbs had buzzed out a long time ago so the path was much darker than it should've been, giving it an eerie and lost feeling.

“Why are we doing this again?” Fred looked around, making sure he didn’t step on any loose rocks or sticks. He was nervous, hands shivering in his pockets (He promised it was the cold but it was from his nerves).

“I heard that this place is haunted and I wanna see if it's true.” Bright grinned, they tugged the boy along, shining him with the flashlight briefly then returning to the front of them. “Are you afraaaaaaid Freddy?” They tease, scrunching their nose as they stuck their tongue out through their teeth.

“Bright I don't know if we can even be out here, what if we get in trouble by May?” Fred said, looking back. The lit neighborhood was too far to see clearly. All he could see though was the dark silhouettes of trees and unlit lamp posts.

May was their caretaker. She was fostering them until there were good homes for them. It was difficult to get homes for them because they were a “Joint Package” (that's what Bright called it). They were inseparable, they weren't siblings but how they interacted you would assume they were.

“May won't know if you don’t tell.” Bright stopped walking and looked at Fred, arms crossed. Fred frowned and rolled his eyes. “You gotta pinkie promise me you wont tell.” Bright held out their pinkie to him.

“Fine, I pinkie promise”. Fred grumbled and locked their pinkies and shook on it. Bright smiled and took his hand, pulling him back along the path. Their flashlight shone on twigs, stones, and some occasional rusted metal.

The duo stopped as the flashlight lit up the broken down ‘Wonderworld’ sign. Some letters were missing and others were either holding on or barely holding on by a loose screw. Fred swallowed quietly, squeezing Bright’s hand.

Wonderworld itself was surprisingly lit up. Tiny lamps and fairy lights illuminated the park giving it a wondrous and happy mood. Bright turned off the flashlight and tugged Fred into the park.

“Do you think ghosts live here?” Bright looked at the lights in awe. “Maybe they're the ones that turned them on oooooo” They giggled, wiggling their fingers at him pretending to be a ghost.

“Bright stop.” Fred giggled quietly, pushing them jokingly. Bright rolled their eyes and smiled.

“See, this place isn't so scary.” They looked away for a moment, eyes fixating on something big and broken. “Look, that's Surge! It's the roller coaster that killed a bunch of people.” Bright walked towards the coaster.

Surge was the biggest and ‘scariest’ roller coaster in all of Wonderworld. It wasn’t as scary, broken and immoble; however, it was intimidating on how tall it was. Bright was like an ant compared to the behemoth that was Surge.

Fred stood next to Bright, looking at their face as their eyes scan over the railings. It was too big to look over thoroughly but they couldn't help being entranced by the loops and hills.

Fred tugged on their hand, “C’mon, I see a merry-go-round and it's not as scary as this thing.” Bright blinked, their seemingly strange trace was broken.

“I call any pegasus!” They grinned and turned towards the direction of the merry-go-round, giving themselves a head start. Fred stood for a moment, still processing what they said.

“Wh- Hey no fair!” He giggled and ran after them. Fred touched the merry-go-round railing first, signaling him the victor. Bright knelt over, hands on their knees and panting hard.

“You,” A breath. “Won.” They coughed for a moment and stood up straight.

Fred was too busy climbing the railing to hear the sound of something falling in the distance. Bright turned around, hands on the railings.

“Did you hear that?” Their eyes scanned over the previous scenery.

Fred landed on the ground, “Oh ha ha. You're just trying to scare me, well it isn't gonna work.” he said, stepping onto the carousel platform. Bright shook their head and hopped over the fence.

“I thought I heard something but it was probably the wind or something settling.”

“Mhm, nice try this place is empty and you cant scare me.” Fred crossed his arms, Bright just rolled their eyes and hopped onto one of the fake animals, a giant rabbit.

“I'm completely serious! It was like a woosh and a crash.” They said, kicking their legs. “This wasn't as fun as I thought, you wanna go home?” Fred walked around one of the fake horses, his fingers trailing the chipped paint. He nodded and jumped off the platform followed by bright.

They started to walk towards the entrance, Bright's eyes still fixed on the old coaster.

“Two little field mice, with no burrow to hide in.” A voice appeared behind them, presumably out of thin air. The voice was smooth and calm. Bright turned their head and grabbed Fred's hand tightly. There was a man behind them, following them, how long had he been watching them? Bright turned their head forward. The man said something but neither Bright nor Fred caught it.

“I said. What are you two doing here?” The man appeared in front of the two, there was a slight hiss in his tone and his eyes were almost black. “Don't you know, Field mice, that this place is dangerous?” The man walked closer. Bright swallowed, keeping Fred behind them in case something were to happen.

“You-you were just behind us- how did you do that?” Bright pushed down their fear, well as much as they could. The man chuckled, deep.

“If I say magic will you believe me? What am I saying? Of course you believe in magic, you're children.” The man laughed, Bright swallowed thickly. Their hand reached back, looking for Fred’s.

One squeeze. Two Squeeze.

Fred knew what that meant. It meant run.

Bright set that code up years ago. When they would do something they knew would get them in trouble with May, Bright would grab Fred’s hand and squeeze twice and they would run away. It was a silent code but they both knew what it meant.

And right now it was needed more than anything.

The man in front of them was circling them like a vulture, slow and calculated. His words were dark and bitter like licorice. Bright’s eyes darted towards the entrance of the park. If this stranger took a couple steps behind them then they could make a run for it.

The stranger was almost behind him, Bright could barely see him in their peripheral vision and in that moment time slowed down. Bright’s grip tightened on Fred’s hand and they ran. They ran to the entrance of the park, the fairy lights and lamps lighting a small path for the two.

Bright looked behind them, the stranger was gone. With another whoosh the man grabbed Bright’s other arm, disconnecting it from Fred’s. Their flashlight rolled onto the ground, breaking the glass and bulb.

“You insignificant brat!” The man said, throwing Bright onto the ground, their shoulder hitting a rock making them cry out. The man stood straight and stepped on their other arm.

“You two are nothing but pests, just a couple of field mice that were too far from home.” He pressed his foot down hard, Bright pushed at his leg. No budge. “Curiosity killed the cat and now the cat is going to kill you both.” He stomped down and Bright’s arm snapped with a crunch. They screamed out, curling toward their broken arm.

Fred watched in horror, Bright’s arm broke so easily under him. He looked over at the broken flashlight and dashed towards it. Anyone could tell you that Fred had the worst arm for throwing but in this second he did not care.

Fred was a bad thrower, but it was the only thing he could think about in this singular moment. He swallowed and threw the broken flashlight as hard as he could. It hit the stranger– right on the temple. The stranger staggered back, his foot releasing Bright’s arm. The man touched his temple and looked at his fingers, a small trickle of blood fell from his skin.

“You little shit.” The man looked at Fred, his eyes completely black. Fred turned to run but he was caught in the grasp of the stranger. The man sank two sharp fangs into his forearm. Fred screamed and kicked until his body felt heavy. He couldn't move and everything in his body hurt.

The stranger dropped Fred to the ground, he laid limp. His eyelids were so heavy but he knew they had to stay open.

“Not enough to satiate me, but good thing there are two of you.” The man wiped his mouth and turned to Bright who was cradling their broken arm. He walked to Bright, turning them onto their back. Bright screamed and kicked, hitting at him with their slightly injured arm. The man rolled his eyes and sank his fangs into their forearm– the same place as Fred.

Bright cried and begged and hit until they felt dizzy and weak. Their eyes fluttered shut.

–

Sam was doing his normal patrol, looking at the lights, looking at the park, looking at Surge. It was all the same. There wasn't really anything new with the park. Until there were screams to close for comfort. He perked up, looking in the direction of the scream, it was too high pitched to be an adult.

And that worried him.

Sam sped towards the sounds and stopped in front of the worst sight he had seen yet. Two children laid on the ground, one completely drained and the other was underneath the culprit.

“Quinn.” Sam growled, like his name was venom. Quinn pulled his fangs out of the second child, letting them fall onto a rock that was already covered in blood.

“Samuel.” The man laughed, wiping his mouth with his hand. “Care to join me? I found two appetizers just running around your park.” He grinned, his fangs were extended and ready to cause damage.

“Get out, you know you arent aloud ‘round here.” He glared, stepping towards him. Quinn put his hands up in defense.

“Fine fine, I'll go. These two are already drained so have fun with cleaning up.” Quinn smiled, bowed and disappeared from the park. Sam ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the two children, they laid unmoving and weak. There was no way they would survive the night, hell they wouldn't survive 10 minutes.

–

Sam carefully shut the door behind himself. Vincent was leaning against the door, William was by his side.

“They’ll be ok, they’re sleeping right now and that's all they can really do.” Sam felt fuzzy. He had turned both of the kids and the Meridian was kicking his teeth in. He felt awful, the way their bodies were so limp and lifeless when they should have been excited and energetic. He was surprised he was able to turn them both, then again no one really knew about turning children.

After he turned them he called Vincent. His head throbbed and his heart hurt, Quinn was a monster for this. A downright despicable monster.

“And that's all they should do,” William said, taking Sam’s hand gingerly. “You gave them a second chance at life.” He said gently “I am removing your ability to invoke them, they don't need that power difference.”

Sam nodded. “Thank you, sir. What are we gonna do when the bloodlust wears off?” he questioned, looking at the door.

“That will come later– for now they need care, and guidance. I'm hoping those two things you can provide?”

“Yes sir, I can provide that.”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted dad!sam au #redacted sam #redacted quinn #redacted bright #redacted bright eyes #redacted frederick

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wonderinglullaby · 1 year

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🥣 BABY REGRESSOR! TIM ( hanging w/ his big brothers! )

• Jason & Dick are both flips, so they’re pretty used to taking care of either Tim or Steph when Bruce needs them to. Dick is more then willing, and Jason grew to enjoy taking care of regressors more and more. But these two? Absolutely adore baby Tim, I swear you’ll never see two buff men drop down to the floor and talk baby talk SO FAST

• They tend to act like it’s a competition on who loves their little brother more. They don’t do unintentionally… but it happens. Timmy just sits there as they argue and laugh - he doesn’t fully understand what’s going on, but he knows it’s funny!

• Tim just absorbs it like a sponge, he gets so giddy that these two would give him all their attention. This baby is definitely loved, and he knows it! He also takes advantage of it, he’ll just chew on Jason’s shirt and he would let him. Or Tim will give Dick a bunch of random stuff and he just holds it all.

• Jason: Why are you holding five cups?

Dick: Timmy gave them to me, I can’t put them down unless he grabs one

Jason: alright, your loss, I’ll just get to hold him longer

Dick: WAIT NO ITS MY TURN

• Though both take on a fantastic caregiving role, Jason usually leans towards wanting to play and goof around, while Dick leans more to caring and protecting, being a bit more cautious. Both these sides make a good balance between them. When it comes to taking care of their regressed siblings solely, they work much better together.

• Baby Tim is basically attached to Bruce’s hip, his big brothers are the only two I’d willingly be with alone. He’ll let people like Clark or Diana play with him or hold him, but Bruce would have to be near, else he’ll start sobbing. But he’ll practically scramble to get to his brothers - especially when Bruce isn’t around or has to do something.

• Tim will often just babble and babble, like he’s having a conversation. Dick will respond and act like he knows what he’s saying. It often ends with “oh yeah that thing? I’ll get it for you.” And this drives Jason crazy. He will constantly pester Dick on how he understands the baby noises, but he never tells! In reality, Dick has no clue either. Tim just gets happy when he gives him literally anything, and it’s fun to mess with Jason.

• When both Jason and Tim are regressed, they usually play video games - or, more like Tim watches on Jason’s lap. This still applies when Jason is taking on a caregiver role that day. To the point where Tim will make him. He often steals his games and consoles (yes, watch him steal the whole PlayStation) to drag it over, climb into Jason’s lap and hands it to him.

• Tim’s favorite spot to “be held” is often hanging off Jason’s legs or hanging off of Dick’s shoulders. Especially when they start walking around with him, he immediately start giggling and squealing. They are very careful of course, Tim would never fall… but Bruce is extremely cautious, and doesn’t really prefer them doing this… so and they often have to sneak this activity.

• Another thing they unintentionally began fighting about it to snacks. So many options in front of him that both his brothers gave, each going “no, he likes this one more.” In the end, Tim rather eat his fingers

• Took Dick some time to pick up on Tim slipping like Bruce could. But eventually, it was easy to notice the little tells that Tim was starting to regress. Which is good, since Tim needs a lot of care, and it’s good that someone else knows when Bruce isn’t around. Jason can’t do as well, but of course he’s willing to stop to check on him whenever Tim feels off.

• This family is just pretty big on using age regression to cope and create memories they weren’t able to experience before. Dick and Jason’s interactions with regressed Tim do have a big play with this in mind. They never got to truly experience being an older sibling to a baby, these moments just means so much to them. Jason won’t admit that as much as Dick does, but it’s still true.

#🪁 requests!#age regression #agere #fandom agere #dc comics agere #dc agere #agere headcanons #sfw age regression #sfw agere #fandom age regression

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deviloutofluck · 9 months

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if you’re hearing UNWRITTEN by NATASHA BEDINGFIELD playing, you have to know FELIPE MENDOZA (HE/HIM; NONBINARY) is near by! the 32 year old THEATER OWNER has been in denver for, like, SINCE BIRTH. they’re known to be quite TIMID but being AMBITIOUS seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble HARVEY GUILLÉN personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those STAGE LIGHTS, INK ON PAPER AND COZY CARDIGANS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the CHERRY CREEK DISTRICT long enough!

Felipe was born into a fairly big and rich family of four siblings, being in the middle of the bunch. The family has been in Denver for a good two generations and used to be known for running the local theatre named The Polymnia which offered much needed entertainment. The Mendoza's has, since then, tried to move on to bigger and better things as they mainly invest in other businesses and keep to themselves.

Everyone in the family get along well, even if the parents are your typical aloof rich people who have lost themselves a little along the way, and the siblings seems to be a mix of either that or being a bit more grounded. Felipe is one of the grounded ones and has his moments of trying to pull his other family members back down as well, with no luck thus far.

His childhood was rather straight forward, with the only bump in the road being at the age of 13 - in which he was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis after a few years of feeling like something wasn't quite right with his joints. It hasn't stopped him from engaging with his hobbies, which is theatre, writing and art but it does make it harder for him whenever the symptoms flare up.

Felipe has basically been writing stories since he was able to write, playing them out with friends for fun and by the time high school was beginning to wrap up, he already knew he wanted to get his hands on The Polymnia before his parents decided to even the building with the ground.

Up until that point it had mainly been used for conferences or private events and the building was struggling to keep itself together, with loads needing to be fixed up and none of it was going to get cheap. Felipe decided to stay living at home to save on costs, working a good two jobs (sometimes more) to make the building acceptable for shows.

Today The Polymnia is a home for other theatre enthusiast and volunteers looking for some experience or those just looking for a place to hang out or to extend a helping hand. The place often ends up in the shadows next to other event places and one could say the place seems haunted by some unhappy spirits by the many accidents and happenings that fall over it, but the struggles are worth it by the end of the day.

Felipe himself spends his time managing the place, whilst also studying some art related topics at the University and writing scripts for his lovely actors to perform - always keeping himself busy. He is still on the fence with his parents about the theatre, as they still believe it to be a waste of time and would rather their child do something else with his life. Alas, he's unwilling to budge and believes everything will be alright with a bit more time and devotion.

#chq;intro #intro: felipe #hellz yeah! had this guy in my head for so long #pls let me know if your character wants to volunteer!! theres so many roles to fill for that #its a lowkey disaster but we love it

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secondratefiction · 11 months

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Hi! I don't know if you still have open applications, but if so, I would like to read something from you about Viktor Krum and the relationship with his family: is he an only child or does he have more siblings? grandparents? what are his parents like? what is he like as a son/brother/grandson?

I hope I won't bother you :)

You are absolutely not bothering me. Actually (and no offense to anyone who has sent me marvel requests, I will get to them, I promise) this is the first thing that has come in that spark my ‘I have to write this now’ inspiration. Full Disclaimer: You may have just opened pandora’s box, because I’ve recently found my joy in Harry Potter again after this insufferable hellsight almost sucked all of it away, and Krum has always been one of my favorite underrated characters.

Enough of my rambling though, let’s get into what you’re really here for…

So I did some digging, and the only concrete things I could find on Viktor Krum family wise are two unnamed parents with no other information, and an also unnamed grandfather who was killed by Grindelwald… Not much to go on, but leaves us plenty of room to play.

I see him as an only child of only children. Puerly of how he came across as more quiet, reserved, and standoff-ish around people he wasn’t fully comfortable around (i.e. - He opened up to Hermione, or his team, some school friends, etc. but you stick him in front of a bunch of cameras at a post match interview, and the man would rather turn himself inside out than stand there and answer questions.)

But what family he does have, he is super close to.

They are all his number one fans. And while I don’t see the family as people who would be outwardly loud and obvious with their affections, Viktor has never once had to doubt if he has any of their absolut love and support in anything.

I 100% believe his dad plays some kind of managerial role in his career. There is not a contract Viktor has signed that his father hasn’t gone over beforehand. In detail.

Dad has a background in business, Grandfather is whatever the wizard equivalent of a lawyer is. Between the two of them, they have all of that kind of stuff covered. And Viktor is more than happy to leave them to it because it honestly gives him a headache trying to read through all the legal jargon.

Viktor had to move when he started playing professionally, and for the first year or so, his grandfather went with him until they were all comfortable (as could be at least) with him living on his own.

He absolutely never misses a chance to come home though. Not only to get away from life in a much larger city, but just because he’s the type to genuinely enjoy being home with his family and getting to relax and decompress.

He likes cooking with his grandmothers. And as they get older he’s not only happy, but enthusiastic to take over most of the work while they give him the instructions on what to do.

At the end of the day though, Viktor is a giant momma’s boy more than anything else. Anything she asks, he does, almost before she can even finish her sentence.

His friends used to tease him about it a lot, but he’s never been phased by it, and like hell is he going to let anyone making stupid comments dictate his relationship with his mom.

His mom is the only one to really use a nickname for him - she calls him either little mouse (because he was a quiet child) or little bird (because of how easily he took to flying at a young age) in bulgarian.

Every year he takes a camping trip with his dad and grandfather in the summertime. They’re usually gone for about a week

A little bonus content: Viktor as a dad

I came up with this character (Aleksandar Krum) years ago, and he’s still one of my favorite ocs

The day his son was born Viktor absolutely did not know what to do with himself. There were far too many emotions, and he’s still never sorted all of them out.

It was clear from a very early age that his son had a natural curiosity and a knack for learning, and Viktor threw himself into nurturing that whole heartedly.

They were always doing something to let Alek get his hands on and learn something new. And once it became clear that his interest really lie in learning about other cultures, Viktor made it his mission to take him to as many different countries around the world as he can.

Alek does have his father’s natural talent for flying, and Viktor does spend a good bit of time on a broom with him. But he’s never tried to force quidditch on his son.

He actually got really upset with one interviewer who tried to push the idea that because his son was a Krum, he should be playing regardless of whether it was what he wanted or not. It’s the only interview Viktor has ever gotten up and stormed out of.

Let’s be honest here: Viktor Krum basically turns into Hamilton in Dear Theodosia. Man loves his kid more than anything.

#harry potter #viktor krum #viktor krum headcanons #character headcanons #requests #holy shit this got away from me...

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paimonial-rage · 1 year

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Could I request something for Gorou? I have two prompts I'd love to see you write. You can pick which one you want to go with (or pick neither lol). And it can be a fic, headcanons, analysis... anything. Don't worry about what you think I'd like because I just want to see what you'd do with this.

1) Gorou trying to prevent his crush from seeing the Ms. Hina standee at the Yae Publishing House when they’re Ms. Hina’s biggest fan (This is literally a prompt in your rules LOL)

2) What do you think Gorou was like as a child?

- @mimi-cee-genshin

Okay I am so sorry for taking so long with this. I’m gonna be answering #2 here and saving #1 for later. When I first got this ask, I didn’t realize how actually intricate it is? And because I need to explain my thought process from start to finish, you’re gonna have to sit through roads of me rambling. I um… apologize ahead of time.

The interesting thing about Gorou is that, despite seeming like one of the older siblings of his family, it’s mentioned that he’s probably the fifth son instead. Not fifth child, but fifth son. This means that he’s either in the middle of near the youngest of his siblings. When I first realized that, I wondered how in the world he became so dutiful and responsible.

Upon more thought, though, I came to realize that Gorou actually exhibits traits found in older siblings and younger siblings. No doubt is he dutiful, responsible, and driven (older sibling traits). But he’s also naive, feels pressure to measure up, and can be quite reckless (younger sibling traits). So what does this mean?

This is going to be pure headcanon and speculation here, but I imagine Gorou as a young child was very cute. He probably was the youngest for a good amount of time, so I can find the adults in his life and his older siblings doting on and spoiling him a lot. But I think Gorou would hate it. I honestly think he had a great adult(s) to look up to, so he’d want to be just like them. He’d admire how they’d take the lead, treat others, and also how they’re respected in turn. So he’d do his best to act like them, not realizing that all he’d accomplish is looking more adorable in the long run.

I can see at some point him not being the youngest anymore? Like either getting younger siblings or perhaps his older siblings ended up having kids? So he’d become even more strict on trying to imitate the people he looks up to, probably taking himself a bit too seriously. He’d do his best to be a role model, although I can see him thinking it’ll be simple and then getting completely overwhelmed trying to control a bunch of toddlers. HAHA

So to give you a picture, as a young child (younger than 5 years old), I can imagine him constantly trailing after his older siblings. Whatever they do, he’ll attempt to imitate them perfectly (often trying to do things much above his age bracket, thus causing people around him to panic). I can see him getting depressed when people coo over him, but when older ones in the village call out after him like, “Oh wow, Gorou, you’re such an adult! So responsible!” I can see his ears perking up and his tail wagging happily as he marches proudly after his siblings.

When he starts acting like the older sibling to children younger than him, I can see him doing his best to be mature (just like his idols!), and then it absolutely backfiring. He’d probably spend a lot of his time running after them and keeping them out of trouble, mediating fights, etc. No doubt he’d probably need peptalks from the adults in his life because he’ll eventually end up thinking he’s not good enough after not succeeding as well as he’d like.

At least… that’s how I imagine he’d be as a child. Basically, this kid that is trying his best to be just like his role models because he admires them so much.

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rei-does-stuff · 7 months

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MLP MYM LIVE BLOG

Ep one!!!

-THE MARE-STREAM!!!

-Sunny making sure Misty is okay EEE!!

-The way Hitch looks at pipp oooooo!!!!

-AWW HITCH DOING THE DEEP AND MANLY VOICE, I love how much of a dork he isss

-oh noo shes anxious :((

-“smooth sailing!” *immediate storm* Its the little things in this show i love <3

-HEY THEY ACKNOWLEDGED IT

-THE INTRO!!! Oh how I’ve missed you!!!

-OOO SONG!!! CATCHY!!

-AW HITCH IS THE ONLY ONE NOT GROOVING CMON MAN

-Little SunIzzy moment (they’re standing together)

-OH YEA SPARKY ISNT HERE

-AWWW MAMA FIGGY

-Convinced Sunny only suggested that bc she’s been BURSTING to share that story

-ALSO TINY SUNNY I MISSED YOU WE HAVENT SEEN YOU SINCE THE MOVIE!!

-She loved sellin shit even as a kid <3

-ARGYLE!!!! MY MAN!!!!!!!!!!

-Aw they couldn’t get his actual voice actor it seems (not even the one from tyt :()

-WAIT WHY DOES SHE HAVE THE YELLOW EYESHADOW AS A KID THATS RECENT I SMELL A CONTINUITY ERROR!!!!!!!!!!!

-jkjk maybe her dad put it on her, or she snuck into the makeup cabinet <33

-AWW SHES SO CUTE

-Aww siblings bickering <3

-AWW TINY ZIPP AND PIPP ARE CUTEE

-Epic <3

-That wasn’t flying! That was falling with style!!! /ref

-WONDERBOLT

-DONT USE YOUR DOG AS A TISSUE QUEEN HAVEN!!

-HITCH IS SOO CUTE

-SPROUT!

-OH so sprout’s talent IS kindness! Glad to know that! Like a knight in shining armor!!

-IZZY MY BELOVED

-That water animation,,, I did say it was SLOWLY getting better in the animation department…Slowly—

-Misty has social anxiety, we are the sameee

-She talks to herself! Just like me!!!

-IM JUST SAYING…T4T Zipitch it could work

-MAKEOVER!!!!!

-HA people pleaser sunny <3

-The red doesn’t work for me either

-I like the green!!

-AND THERE WE HAVE HER NEW MANE!!! I love itt

-Sunny being concerned :(((

-DONT LIE MISTY!! THEYLL UNDERSTAND!!

-OPALINE!!! I love herr

-YUP that will be a tad awkward but shell get through it!!

-Pipp my dramatic queen

-AWW THEYRE NICE!!!

-Aww Haven being encouraging

-It does look weird, them using utensils

-OH HAVEN IM SURE SHE DOESNT WANNA UNLOAD HER TRAUMA ON A BUNCH OF KIDS

-YOU ARE CUT OUT FOR THIS WORLD MISTY!!!

-Oh so we know opaline was never gonna give misty her cutie mark, nice nice

-YIPPEE

-trottie-talkies THAT IS SO CUTE

-POSEY!

-AWW ITS OKAY TO BE SHY MISTY

-NOO DONT CRY

-See I love how they tell her its okay!! In g4 I’m sure they wouldn’t done an ep telling her to just go out there and be confident but here they can be like “yeah! Its okay to be nervous! We can do something else!”

-SONG

-THEYRE CONCERNED ABT HER AAAA

AAAA THAT WAS SO GOOD

EP 2

-TINY MISTY????

-Those pancakes look sooo good

-Sunny trying to comfort the situation!!

-Sunny and Zipp act like a bickering married couple sometimes

-Aww yk Haven and Alphabittle are a cute couple ngl

-OUGH HES LOOKING FOR HIS DAUGHTER!!! FOR MISTY!!!

-TELL HER!!! DONT HIDE YOUR FEELINGS!!

-THEY ALL RUSH IN TO COMFORT HER :(((

-BREEZIES!!

-They all have the same hairstyle, reminds me of g3

-I wonder if the shit theyre saying actually means something if you slow it down, probs not but yk

-I have a feeling that Misty’s trauma with Opaline cause her to forget all this, maybe push it back deep in her head as a way to cope?

-Breezies using phones THE HORROR!!

-Ipad kids breezie edition

-Ur so funny sunny :)

-THE KEY FROM THE TRAILER

-ARG CLIFFHANGER

EP 3!!!

-SPARKY MAGIC!!!

-DRAGON LORE???

-AWW misty and sparky siblings arcc

-SONG

-Aww misty being selfless!!

-After sparky!!

-DRAGON LAND!!!

-it looks a lot more…Grassy compared to g4!

-No dragons…Ooooo

-BATS

-Ooo so we might get an episode abt hitch having to let sparky go!

-Look at pipp being smart!!

-LOOK AT THEM PUTTING TWO AND TWO TOGETHER!!

-OUGH HAPPY REUNION IM CRYING

-I THOUGHT THE THEORIST WERE CRAZY BUT THEY WERE RIGHT MANNN

-Im wondering how misty met opaline tho!! We knew she “rescued” misty but how??? I NEED ANSWERS!!

-I guess this also makes misty pipp and zipp’s step sisters! Sorry shippers!

-HITCH WITH A RAINBOW MANE LOOKS SO COOL

OKAY OKAY ILL WATCH THE REST TOMORROW BUT AAAA I LOVED THAT!!!

#rei says stuff #mlp g5 #mym lb #mlp make your mark #mlp mym

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lmelodie · 1 year

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This is just an idea that i had, that i couldn't stop thinking about. This WHOLE THING was basically just getting it on paper: What if powerswap? What if Crystal Springs powerswap? With a hint of clone shenanigans.

I didn’t think too hard about plot or anything, i just had an idea and I RAN with it. So if you don’t know who my own character is (Killian) or who Dani’s character is (Jacqueline) this will be whole bunch of nonsense.

And I did put off quality control for these most basic of preliminary drawings just so I can get a general idea of what they look like. When I say i cranked this whole thing OUT i meant it!

Enjoy!

Honestly, walking through the door he didn't know what to expect. The Boogeyman wasn't even halfway through the doorway, when the one who opened it for him ran off back into the house.

“Hey! You four need to go outside to do that!” a familiar voice distanced as he entered.

What greeted him on the inside of the home, took the top spot of the weirdest things he’s seen. When he got a very concerning very vague emergency message from Jack, he thought it was just another scheme that got out of hand. Or he needed to reach something on a very high shelf. Either way he figured this time was gonna be like all those other times. He’ll humor him in whatever situation he's in and maybe even get a good laugh out of it.

This particular scene, admittedly, had the potential to be humorous. But now isn't really the time.

Quietly closing the door behind him, the dingy spirit saw a struggle take place between six different people in the house. Jack and Jaqueline were easy to point out. Jack was hovering on the outskirts of the magical scuffle trying to gauge if and when he can help diffuse the situation. Jacqueline was working with a very warm looking individual. And was corralling the cartoonish looking dust cloud of magic blasts toward an open door. Holding open the door to the backyard was a very familiar looking heat sprite also surveying the chaos.

As he got closer he could now see that the center of the disarray that was being motioned out of the house were the twins, Fino and Fiera. Along with another pair of white haired kids of the same age. Both parties were hurling magical attacks of ice and fire at each other. Snowballs went flying, flamethrower-like spouts of fire were summoned.

Everybody was shouting over each other as they tried to avoid the missed and dogged attacks. Until eventually, the two young women of the group managed to usher the fight outside. A greatly appreciated hush fell over the group as they gathered themselves.

“Sooooo, is anyone gonna tell me what's going on?” Killian asked.

Without a word, two sets of identical faces came to look at him.

There was nothing unusual looking about Jack and Jacqueline, but the two other fire sprites in the room were the spitting image of the siblings.

The Jack lookalike sported basically the same suit but just in the opposite color scheme of reds and oranges. Anywhere where they're would've been frost on the clothing, was instead replaced by dark singe marks and cracking details. And if he weren't mistaken, the edges of the jacket lapel were lightly burning with small flames. The most noticeable difference however, was the presence of fire for hair, instead of the usual icicles.

Noticing it now with this weird doppelgänger, Killian took note of just how similar Jack and Blaise looked.

Jaqueline also got the same treatment. With the regular icy version he knows, also came with a fiery lookalike. Her hair, while contained with a ponytail, was also just a pile of flames on her head. Where the icicles usually are on Jacqueline's dress, was now a layer of lava rock. It was cracked and fissured to show the actual streams of molten magma underneath.

None of them however answered his question. Probably too stumped on where to even start.

Killian sat in silence for a beat before speaking, “...Well. This seems more like a family issue than anything else. I think I should go.”

“No! Don't, this is still an emergency,” Iced Jack remarked.

“Then tell me what this is all about,” Killian widely motioned to the two heat sprites. “And what that whole fight was about just now. What was that?”

“That first part is a long story,” Iced Jaqueline voiced, “But that whole scuffle just now was the two sets of twins going at each other.”

Burned Jack across the way piped up, “They saw each other and immediately decided that they had to see who could beat who in a fight”

“Fair enough. Now someones gotta tell me what's going on with the matching set,” Killian said, taking a few steps forward.

Before either Jacqueline could launch into their story, the two Jacks shared a look with each other from across the room. First a wide eyed look of gesture, then a confirming glance before they both turned their eyes onto the shadow spirit. Each having the exact same thought, with the same exact evil smiles

They both swiftly saddled up on either side of Killian. The red head's face fell as he realized what they were thinking.

“Doesn't matter how this happened really. We're just glad you're here now. We desperately need another opinion on this,” Burned Jack hinted as he took one of Killian’s arms in his own.

Iced Jack copied the action on the other side, “We need another pair of eyes, you could say”

“And what better pair of eyes.”

“Jack!” Both Jacquelines exclaimed.

“What?” The two Jacks said in unison.

“Please try and stay focused for a single second before we both simultaneously barf,” Iced Jacqueline remarked.

The Boogeyman was honestly very grateful for the intervention. He was cornered on both sides with two Jacks and was just a little too flustered to think clearly about the situation. And the red flush on his face clearly gave it away.

‘I think I might be getting thermal shock,’ he thought to himself.

“Jacqueline, can-could you please pick your brothers up off the floor?” Killian asked.

Both Jacks looked at each other in confusion, “The floor?”

In a series of quick motions, Killian pulled both his arms free from the two sprites. Both of which felt a pair of shadow hands coming up from the floor and grabbing their ankles. Killian took a few steps back from the pair, the hands pulled their feet away in opposite directions and they both landed face first into the floor in front of him.

Both of the Jacquelines tried their best to not to laugh, as Killian regained composure. In a burst of black and red magic, kills teleported to the other side of the room where the girls were sitting.

“I'm just gonna stand all the way over there. Not because I don't love you,” Gesturing to Iced Jack, “but because I can't trust you,” gesturing to Burned Jack.

“It's true, you're not very trustworthy,” Ice Jack chimed in.

“What do you mean? I'm you, blizzard brain. The only difference is that I got cooler powers.”

“You want to test that theory?”

The Jacks continued to argue as the ice/fire/shadow trio tried to ignore them.

“They've been like this the whole time,” Burned Jacqueline commented, “It's been one or the other all day. Either they get caught up in a pissing contest or they get along too well with themselves.

Both of the Jacks continued to bicker in the background.

“Hey!” Killian shouts grabbing both their attention, “Can you not start fighting yourself.”

…..

“Yet. Just wait until I get some popcorn first,” Killian starts making his way through the kitchen for the bit.

“Killian!” Iced Jacqueline reprimands.

“What! It was a joke! Mostly….”

Without waiting for anything else, Iced Jaqueline quickly launches into their story to try and get Killian up to speed.

Everyone sat down at the island or leaned against the counter to listen to the tale. Apparently, her and Jack have been tasked with tracking down and capturing a piece of fractured time. A bunch of wibbly wobbly timey wimey nonsense from Father Time's realm that went haywire. And upon chasing it through multiple different timelines, a big struggle ensued in the Burned timeline. And in the struggle the Iced duo accidentally dragged the Fire sprite Frost kids into their original timeline: here and now.

“Does that make any sense? Time stuff was never really my forte,” Iced Jacqueline explained.

“No no. I think I get it. So you guys just need to go back to your original timeline then?”

“Yes,” Burned Jacqueline responded “Blaise and Winter, the ones in this universe, left to go see father time and see what can be done. Both about us and the fractured timepiece.”

“We decided to stay here and try brainstorming another plan ourselves,” Burned Jack said, igniting and extinguishing a small flame on the tip of his finger.

Killian sat on this thought for a moment, “I think you guys should stay,” he said motioning toward the warm front.

“What?” asked Iced Jack

“Not permanently. I'm just thinking that you all could put your collective brains together to try and pin down that fractured piece of time. Four heads are gonna be better than two if you’re all working together. And with fire magic at your disposal that isn't being controlled by two twelve hundred year olds, I think you guys got this in the bag.”

The four sprites, after a beat, quietly agreed with overlapping voices.

“So all four of us, we go out and find that fractured piece of time, so that everything can be fixed. And so you guys can get back to your proper timeline?” Iced Jack confirmed.

“Ah i’m just seeing one problem though,” Iced Jacqueline expressed, “We don't know when mom and dad are coming back. They haven’t been gone for too long, but who knows when they'll be coming back here.”

Burned Jack finished the sentiment, “Ohh, I see. I get where you're coming from. If all four of us are out tracking this thing down, what are we gonna do with the twins?”

The rest of the group's faces fell in thought. They hadn't thought about that.

“Do we just bring them along with us?” asked Iced Jack.

“No way! That thing is super dangerous. And I'm not gonna share blame for another one of your terrible ideas,” Iced Jacqueline iterated.

“They melted a frozen volcano! I think they can handle themselves.”

“Do I have to remind you who froze that volcano in the first place!”

“Do you have any better ideas of what to do with them?”

Killian broke up the sibling squabbling, “I do”

The cold front paused their bickering to listen to The Boogeyman's suggestion.

“I'll stay here with the twins. Just until either Blaise or Winter show up again, so that you guys can go and do what you need to do.”

“Are you sure, Killian?” Burned Jacqueline asked, “There's twice as many of them than before.”

“I'm sure. I've entertained them before, what's another set added to the mix?” Killian responded with a little bit of a cocky tambor.

“I say let him go for it,” Iced Jack stood up straight away from the counter, “If nothing else to see how close he is to going insane by the end of this.”

“Your encouragement for my downfall is what's gonna keep me going,” Killian responded with a smile.

“Only if you really want to Kills, You don't have to do it, “ Iced Jacqueline voiced.

“I do want to. You guys need to go out there and fix the bigger problem at hand.”

With an exchange of approving looks all around, everybody was in agreement.

“Alright then, it's settled,” Burned Jack confirmed, “Now we should probably hea-”

He was cut off by a loud crash coming from outside. It felt as though a large force of impact hit the side of the house, causing a very small tremor for the occupants inside.

With mounting concern, the group of five quickly escaped through the backdoor and into the yard to where they left the two sets of twins. Of which the white haired duo, clad in blue were both crouching on the ground with their arms over their ducked heads.

The fiery pair both lay flat on the ground opposite from their counterparts, their flames in their heads dancing high and glowing bright. They gathered themselves to see the rest of the group watching on in concern.

The side of the house just above the icy twins heads, was scorched in a large black circle.

Iced Fiera excitedly called out to her counterpart, “Was that a combo move!?”

“I didn't even know we could do that!” Embering Fino exclaimed.

“Did you guys see what just happened!?” Fiery Fiera called out the others looking out onto the yard.

To say it was a wreck would be the understatement of the century. To add to the giant burn mark on the side of the house, the whole yard was slushed and semi frozen over. Where there weren't open patches of soggy grass and mud, there were snowdrifts and half formed snowballs scattered on the ground. Ice ramps and little flame monsters dotted the area as well.

“We just pulled off the ultimate team up power move!” Fiera shouted, “That was so sick! Did you see it, it looked like a burning star! It looked like a giant fireball straight from the volcano!”

“Do you think we can do something like that?” Iced Fiera asked her equally chilly twin.

As the two sets of twins started planning their next attack on each other, the group of adults watching them quickly turned their eyes to Killian in pity.

The man himself could do nothing but stare at the carnage caused by the four kids.

“Welp. Have fun with that Kills,” Burned Jack clapped a hand on his shoulder before returning back inside. Followed suit by everyone else, before they took their leave from Frost manor.

Ok so he may have been a little too over confident when he said he could handle it. But mark his words, if nothing else he is gonna prove Jack wrong!

#The Santa Clause #the santa clause 3 #Fanart #musings #cs au

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