#But I did wind up doing the same song.. just with a different sound heheh~

[fdragon-art]

Day 334 - credits song for my death (FD Arrange, WIP)

"It's interesting, the many ways that can lead to the same point of life."

[edengarden]

BNHA CONCERT BAND AU BC IM A NERD

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR REQUESTS OR HEADCANONS AKSJHD PLS ASK ME I LOVE BAND I LOVE MUSIC AND I LOVE THIS-

Izuku Midoriya:

Boy definitely plays a wind instrument. I’m assigning him clarinet

Wants to be first chair so bad, he practices so freaking much I swear

ALWAYS. IN. A. BAND. ROOM. with Iida and Uraraka. They’re always practicing

He’s so confused with music theory, please help him. He just,, WHY is it minor?? WHY IS THERE A SOLO WITH NOTHING WRITTEN?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAS TO IMPROVISE WITH THE CHORDS WRITTEN OVER THE BARS-

Ochako Uraraka:

ALTO SAXOPHONE-

She’s also comfortable enough to play 2nd or 3rd clarinet if needed, or even soprano saxophone

Doesn’t have her own instrument, she borrows from the school and she HATES the reeds, they’re crap. When someone gives her a good reed, she CHERISHES it.

In jazz band also! With the same instrument, but she doesn’t feel ready for solos so she’s usually 2nd or 3rd. Bro when she has to switch from swing to straight she ALWAYS forgets and it’s the band’s downfall.

Tenya Iida:

TRUMPET TRUMPET TRUMPET TRU-

And he’s one of THOSE trumpet players, by the way.

“Sir the French horns aren’t tuned” yeah, he has perfect pitch

Literally plays flight of the bumblebee as warm up. Or has his own warm up scales. Never practices right before practice though, he thinks it’s “too late” for that

Has his own trumpet, it’s silver with hints of gold/brass. Takes care of it RELIGIOUSLY.

He HATES having to blow out spit onto the floor, but dude what other choice do you have??

Momo Yaoyorozu:

Sweet angel 🥺🥺 she’s an oboe player

Definitely bought her own instrument

Sight reading MASTER. she instantly gets the key bro, it’s so rare that she forgets an incidental

Definitely leads sectionals all the time. And she does it WELL.

When people (*COUGH* BASSES*cough*) slowdown, she’ll sway to the beat in hopes that they’ll follow her

Kyoka Jirou:

Electric bass or contrabass, give her either and she’s good to go dude.

Also has perfect pitch and knows her music theory WAY more than a high school student should know. She’s a genius.

Her warm ups? Jam sessions with Hanta and Todoroki. She just shouts a key and they go. It’s usually jazz, she plays a pretty constant pattern, Todoroki tries to improvise but hanta takes over pretty quick-

Definitely in jazz band as well. Also in a school competition band (like singer and stuff), also a one-woman-band. She’s in so many bands dude.

Shouto Todoroki:

TENOR SAXOPHONE

Also has a background in flute bc his parents wanted him to have ~versatility~

Knows all the theory in his head, like he knows what’s going on, he just doesn’t know how to explain it

*false note* “sorry my instrument isn’t warmed up, it’s probably my reed”

Has plastic reeds. And reeds ESPECIALLY for jazz.

Oh yeah he’s in jazz band! Loves that he’s like, the only tenor saxophone so he gets all the solos

Rikidou Satou:

TUBA PLAYER IN DA HOUUUSSEEE

Buddy actually brings the tuba home to practice, he drags that thing AROUND.

Always. Slows. Down. But no one knows it’s his fault most of the time, they blame Sero-

Firmly believes in the “basses are the foundation of the orchestra” mindset, he’s so proud to be a bass

Kouji Kouda:

Soprano Saxophone, but can also handle clarinet if the need comes (he just loves the sound of soprano sax you guys)

DEFINITELY in jazz band, but as a Tenor Sax 2 bc he knows if he went as a soprano sax he probably would’ve gotten solos

Is it Momo’s oboe?? Is it Kouda’s soprano sax?? No one knows the different except those two and Jirou

Plays Shostakovich’s jazz suite no. 2 as a warm up

DEFINITELY A SWAYER. He just gets into the mood of the music and SWAYS.

Tooru Hagakure:

Flautist!! She chose it as an 11 y/o bc it was a girly instrument but she really likes it lol

A mediocre player, she spends most of warm up with Mina tho, she thinks that she’ll get to warm up when she’s playing bc I mean— no one hears the flutes

Wanted to main the picolo for the sole purpose that it’s an Ear Destroyer. Aizawa heard the mischief in her voice and said no.

Sight reading?? What’s that?? She has no idea what’s going on, she just pretends to play and when she’s comfortable with the melody, she’ll just step in. NEVER notices key changes and signatures.

Yuuga Aoyama:

LASKHDSJ FLAUTIST!! Also clarinetist. He loves being able to stay where he is during practice even though he changes instruments it’s sort of funny

His cheeks get SO SORE when he plays clarinet though and he WILL complain.

“My flute is so heavy!” Kind of guy.

Definitely has his own instruments and takes GREAT care of them.

Wetting his reed with his saliva?? No, he plops it in a glass of water instead (the reeds are definitely his own, and expensive)

Tsuyu Asui:

Trombone gang bro.

Positions are burnt into her brain dude she’ll never go out of tune.

SO SMOOTH. SOOOO SMOOO- dude she plays so well?? It’s never spitty, but during jazz (yes she’s in jazz), if it’s a moody piece she KNOWS how to make it juuussssttt airy enough to be beautiful

Not that good with fast songs, but she makes up for her amazing ass vibrato and her range. GOD-LIKE RANGE.

Mashirao Ojirou:

FRENCH HORN!!!

Omg he plays like a king. And he’s so proud of being the ONLY one playing French horn, but there is PRESSURE, because a French horn is rlly tricky to tune dude. Have you SEEN it??

Always keeps his mouthpiece with him, as if he’s afraid someone will play his instrument?? Like no dude it’s good in it’s case but you do you I guess

He doesn’t stand out that much, but in the majestic pieces where he has a 5 measure solo?? He gives it his all and he pulls it OFF. Those moments are always the highlight of the piece

Mezou Shouji:

Bass clarinet!!

Once he managed to growl through bass clarinet and literally ALL the saxophone players were jealous AS FUCK

Buddy goes to a low E♭ like it’s nothing?? And then he goes up to like a high high C and you’re sitting there like THE FUCKING RANGE-

His warmups are like, quick scales and arpeggios. Bro he’s so steady when he plays and he could play for HOURS. Sore cheeks?? Don’t know her.

He so proud of being a bass clarinetist, but when he saw an octobass clarinet?? Aizawa better order one of those for him RIGHT. NOW.

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Baritone saxophone. Also lowkey really wants to learn bassoon because it’s such an old instrument

SKSKS he and Shouji sit next to each other, Tokoyami loves to read off of Shouji’s partition and create the WORST fourths you’ll ever hear. Even Midoriya told them to shut the fuck up once

In jazz band too!! Still plays bari sax

Such,, a good,, sound. So,, meaty,, and full,, and HOT. Bari sax is HOT!!

Plays moanin’s intro as a warm up. Search up the song. It’s bomb.

He loves to figure out new sounds with his bari sax. The Too Many Zooz type of sounds

Hitoshi Shinsou:

PERCUSSIONIST. Especially loves the bells, timpani, vibraphone and marimba.

He’s in the back judging EVERYONE. It’s so great for him, he gets to stand there and cringe and no one will know

Totally able to play 4 mallets like the king he is

Surprisingly enough, he’s rlly good in music theory. Like he could probably compose or transpose something no problem

Aizawa’s favourite, of course. Will ask him to sit in front while they play and circle the parts where he thinks something sounds off

Now that we’ve talked about the NORMAL band kids, I present to you,,, the gremlin band kids

Mina Ashido:

Percussionist as well!! She loves snares but you’ll see her pick up castagnettes even if y’all are playing something like Gymnopédie no. 3 she’s a bit confused but she got the spirit.

CANNOT READ SHEET MUSIC. Like notes?? No. She can do beats, just not notes. Let Shinsou figure out the ancient languages dude

Her and Hagakure don’t warm up, they just gossip together.

Did this to Bakugou more than once

SHE DROPPED SO MUCH EQUIPMENT LIKE HOW DID SHE NOT BREAK ANYTHING YET??

Denki Kaminari:

TRUMPET.

Buddy AIMS to have his spit land on someone sitting in front of him (rip Todoroki and Uraraka)

Thinks he’s cool because he plays trumpet, but he always loses count. God forbid Iida cant show up to practice because Kaminari will die

“Where are we? What are we doing? Which piece are we doing? Where are we starting?” Oh my god he’s so lost can SOMEONE please help him

Always gets in trouble during band camps dude. He and Sero are the Bad Brass duo

Eijirou Kirishima:

EUPHONIUM BABEY!! He thinks it’s so cool and he’ll get so insulted if someone calls it a “mini tuba”

DONT GIVE HIM SHEET MUSIC IN BASS CLEF HE HATES IT PLS JUST TREBLE CLEF

So!! Protective of his euphonium. His name is Johnny, by the way. He named his instrument.

When they finish practicing a piece, he’s the first to give feedback. Usually it’s good, like praises for classmates he heard and thought were really good!!

He’s so sweet. Willing to help others during practice and sectionals too!! It’s so sad that he’s literally on the other side of the room bc KAMINARI NEEDS HIS HELP-

Katsuki Bakugou:

Hehehe he’s a flautist. I’ve stood by this headcanon for like two years.

And he wants to be THE BEST. You never knew growling could be done through a flute until you met Bakugou.

CANNOT STAND slow pieces. He wants to go all out all the time, he always speeds up when the tempo’s slow.

Also in jazz band with what? Flute. Yeah, this is George Benson Time.

Will hit you with his flute if you ever think badly of him for playing flute. He’ll defend flute ‘till he dies.

Hanta Sero:

TROMBONIST!!! TROMBONE BABEY.

Will be so happy if he’s in charge of bass trombone?? Like yay??

Always wants to hit Bakugou’s head while playing.

Bro his playing style?? You know the like, lazy-ish trombone playing? But it’s just so full and smooth and heavy anyways? That type of shit.

In jazz band, he’s actually a natural at jazz, doesn’t practice that much so he’s like not even in a good position, buddy just slouches and sight reads.

I love Hanta sm guys I could talk abt trombonist!Hanta forever

[razorblade180]

Twin Snowflakes Pt3: Checkup

[Saph’s Home]

Terra:*washing dishes*

Ruby:*walking downstairs* Hey Terra, seen the twins?

Terra:In the garden training. Haven’t seen that spot get much love and attention since you and Maria.

Ruby:It’s a tranquil spot. Always helped with clearing my head; especially with the pregnancy thing. *rubs arm*

Terra:*stops scrubbing* Still....not sure about adoption?

Ruby:*groans*........it goes back and forth in my head from time to time. I think deep down Whitley wants someone running around the house; training Nicholas to be heir one day has started to consist of just riding through the streets of Atlas.

Terra:Maybe he just wants him to know the streets well? Hehehehe.

Ruby:The streets he’s been around since he was born? Pretty sure he has them memorized Terra.

Terra:Yeah....I was just trying to, ya know.

Ruby:*chuckles* I appreciate the thought. You think after all this time I would be able to make a decision but I’m still dragging my feet. Frankly I don’t deserve his patience.

Terra:It’s not about deserving anything. When you love someone you’ll do practically anything for them. That being said, waiting is only gonna make you feel worse about it. Maybe revisit the conversation with him?

Ruby:*slumps over*.....can I get a glass of water?

Terra:One water, coming right up.

She goes to turn back on the faucet but nothing came out. No hot or cold water no matter which way she turned the handles. A long sigh escaped her as Ruby tried to contain her laughter. This isn’t the first time this has happened.

Ruby:How many times do you think they accidentally freeze the pipes?

Terra:I should really learn to wash dishes before they come around. *sighs*

[Garden]

Summer and Nick stand in the center holding both hands while facing each other. Ice around the floor is melting in various spots and both of them are out of breath; Summer more than Nick. They let on hand go and point to ground with their combined one. A glyph from each of them appears several inches away from their feet.

Nick:You sure huff you wanna try again? You look winded.

Summer:*shaking* Look who’s talking. huff we can take a break if you want? I’m perfectly fine.

Nick:I guess we’re doing this the. *inhales*

Slowly the two glyph merge into one. The intricate details of their family crest starts to glow as small sketches of swords swirl around it at increasing speed. Before long the entire glyph starts to get brighter as a hand reaches out of it. The twins try to keep their focus as the touches the floor to pull more of its icy, armor clad body out of the summoning glyph. After a minute of complete focus both of them were speechless to see a helmet start to arise; a ghostly light showing where it’s eyes would be. Sadly that’s all they got to see before Summer’s vision started to glow and she dropped to her hands knees with Nicholas quickly kneeling to aid her. The dual summoning quickly faded.

Nick:Summer!!? Are you okay?

Summer:Damnit......just huff just give me a minute okay? I’m sorry...

Nick:.......I think that’s enough for today.

Summer:What? No I’m-

Nick:Completely exhausted from earlier and out of stamina. Your body can’t take much more; let’s call it a day. *smiles*

Summer:........*leans on him* Sigh, once again I’m holding you back.

Nick:Pfft as if. I’m tired too ya know?

Summer:But you could keep going if you really wanted to. The only reason you stopped was because of me. I can never keep up with you.

Nick:I wouldn’t be too sure about that.

He props her up for a moment and let’s her hair down. At this point it’s almost as long as Weiss’s was when she was young. Summer looks at him weirdly as he combs his fingers through it to straighten it out a bit.

Summer:What are you doing?

Nick:Proving a point. You say you can never keep up with me but in terms of who’s the better looking twin, I’m always gonna lose. *smiles*

Summer:Geez you’re so dumb. *smiles*

Nick:I’m just saying I don’t have half as many people looking at as you do. All that beauty and talented singing draws a crowd.

Summer:People look at me because they know it makes me uncomfortable. The boys that stair are daft and any woman is judging or obviously don’t understand that they’re barking up the wrong tree.

Nick:Yoy should really tell Val that. Pretty sure she’s still holding onto hope.

Summer:Like how you’re holding onto hope for her?

Nick:*mumbles* I’m not holding onto anything.

Summer:If you say so. I’d give anything to be as amazing as you.....

Nick:But then you would be good at singing, a genius at glyphs, super calculated.....

Summer:You’re some of those things.

Nick:If I try time dilations I always shock myself or run into a wall. I don’t remember you ever doing that.

Summer:Nope, I over extend my arm doing rapid sword strikes unlike- OW!!!!!!

Nick:*grabbing her nose* Why are you trying so hard to stop me from building your self esteem? Who does that?

Summer:Nicholas this hurts!!

Nick:Say that you’re important and strong.

Summer:What are we five!?

Nick:*pinches harder*

Summer:I’m important and strong! I’m important and strong!!!!!!

Nick:Was that so hard? *lets go* all you needed was motivation.

Summer:*rubs nose* You sound like mom; you even pinch like her too.

Nick:Hey.......

Summer:Sigh What?

Nick:.......I’m only this strong because I have you. You’re the best partner I could ever ask for. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise alright?

His words sounded rather serious then; like it was almost challenging to say. He turned his head away but Summer could tell he was trying not to get emotional in front of her. Showing his feelings have never been problem in his life; their mother encouraged it greatly along with side their father. Still there were few things both of them had a bit of trouble when it came to being opened about certain things. Anyone who knows their history could guess why this topic made him sensitive; why he tried so hard to always be there for her. There was a time where those days could’ve ended before they truly began.

Summer:Listen Nick......I’m fine okay? See? *smiling* happy camper and ready for anything. You can’t cheer me up if you get all sad. What type of hypocrisy is that!?

Nick:*snorts* You’re right, thanks Summer. I’m gonna start packing; No doubt Auntie is gonna want to have us home before her scroll starts getting blown up with messages. * leaves*

Summer:I’ll be inside in a minute. Can you make sure all my dust vials are accounted for?

Nick:Ugh, so high maintenanced....

Summer:I love you Nick!

Nick:I love you too you butt!

Summer:That’s not how you build self esteem!

Nick:No but it’s how big brothers act! *closes door*

Summer:*lays down* “I’m important and strong.....”

“You called me the best partner you could ask for. That you needed me in order to be strong. Those words you told me that day meant more to me than you realize. I just.....I just wished I believed them like you did. Maybe then things could’ve been different; things could’ve been better........”

[Schnee Manor]

Many things in Atlas change with the trends and technology; the manor is not one of those things. Fabulous interior and pristine pillows all the same since when Jacques ran everything. One major difference though, it feels like a home. The house that held three children seen as property and two very broken adults now houses a much more charming family; Weiss’s family.

Currently she sits on the foot of her bed putting on icy blue heels that matches the casual, knee high dress she has on. Getting ready for the day has become much easier ever since she made her hair shoulder length. In no time at all she was ready for her date.

Weiss:Ready babe?

Jaune:*in a tux* Yeah it’s just this tie is giving me a bit of trouble.

Weiss:All this time and bow ties are still kicking your but. Let me see. *starts tying it*

Jaune:I can tie them just fine. I just needed you in arms reach. *holds her by the waist*

Weiss:If you wanted me close then all you needed to do was ask. *rubbing his face* want a kiss from your loving wife or something?

Jaune:I’m fine with just looking into your eyes and falling in love with you all over again.

Weiss:*blushing* Yeah you’re getting a kiss. *leaning in*

Nick:*door frame* Ugh so gross, right Summer?

Summer:*behind him* Super gross, they should really get a room.

Ruby:I know right?

*trio snickering*

Jaune:Well I guess the kids are back. *smiling*

Weiss:Yep, all three of them.

Ruby:Hey!!!! What’s that supposed to mean?

Weiss:That you maintain child like spirit.

Ruby:*squints* Not sure how to take that.

Weiss:That’s what makes you the greatest. *hugs her* So how was hanging with your aunties you two?

Twins:Fun and completely chill!

Nick:*whispers* literrally....

Summer:*elbows him* Anyways, the two of you look nice; going on a date?

Jaune:Yeah, we were just about to head out. We actually didn’t think you’d be home this soon. Is everything okay?

Ruby:Yeah, just thought these two should get some time at home before school starts in a few days.

Summer:It kills me every time you say that.

Jaune:Not looking forward to it?

Summer:School is just prison with less nutritious food.

Jaune:You are.....not wrong

Weiss:Jaune!

Jaune:I mean..... she’s not hehehe. Just enjoy the time you have left sweetie.

Summer:I know I know, I just rather be doing other things I suppose. Like making a song or something.

Nick:Just do that now.

Summer:It’ll be about hating school.

Nick:Sweet, I’ll play bass. Mom can sing backup.

Weiss:*scoffs* Backup, we duet or I’m out.

Summer:Wow, I see how it is. Can’t take the idol out of the mother now can we? Won’t even support her own daughter from the side light. *fake crying* Fine, I see how it is.

Weiss:Okay you mini drama queen. *hugs her*

Summer:I’m slightly taller than you. *hugging back*

Weiss:*sniffling* I know, it’s so unfair. Both of you have outgrown the person who brought you into this world. I guess that what happens when I marry a small giant.

Jaune:I’m not even that tall, you’re just short.

Weiss:*pouts* Just for that you get to pay for my dessert.

Ruby:Oooo get me something!

Weiss:I mean since you’re all here we could just make the date into a family dinner.

Nick:Nah, don’t let us get in the way of your date. I was actually thinking about getting some rest. Maybe going for a stroll outside or actually-

Weiss:Do your winter break project in time?

Nick:*sweats* Whaaaat? I’m done with that.

Everyone:.......

Nick:I’m gonna go double check it though. *runs off*

Summer:The sad thing about all that is in theory, that project is supposed to take the entire winter break to complete. Watch him finish in like two days; wish I could work under pressure like that.

Ruby:Trust me, it’s a skill that’s a blessing and a curse. Weiss has made me so many cups of coffee when I stayed up cramming. I should probably head out now. Whitley is probably still working so maybe I’ll surprise him.

Summer:If that’s the case can you give me lift? I guess now is a good as a time as any to check with the base.

Her family eyes widened in surprise. Jaune walks forward and gently cups her face. Their matching cobalt eyes meet each other with slight concern before she also cups his face and gives him a warm smile.

Jaune:You sure you don’t want any of us there for that?

Summer:I’ll be fine, it’s basically a routine check up by now. Seriously, don’t worry about me.

Jaune:If you say can do it alone then I guess you can. But if you change your mind-

Summer:Trust me, after all I’ll be in the best hands possible.

Jaune:*looks at Weiss*

Weiss:She’s not wrong, but I don’t have to tell you that.

Jaune:Okay, call us when your done and text your brother that you’re going.

Summer:Consider it done. Let’s go auntie. *walks off*

Weiss:*frowning*

Ruby:Nuh uh, there will be none of that. Smile as Jaune is about to spoil you with every dessert imaginable while I’ll continue to be the number one aunt. Don’t tell Saph I said that. *leaving*

Jaune:I will!

Ruby:Uuuuugggggghhhhh!

Weiss:Sigh

Jaune:It’ll be alright. *holding her close* I mean she’s strong like her mother.

Weiss:Pretty sure it has more to do with her father’s resolve.

Jaune:As much as I would love to argue which one of us is better, let’s go eat instead.

Weiss:Another plan bad the brilliant tactician. I’ll grab my purse.

xxx

The ride to the base wasn’t long. Before long, Summer was giving Ruby one final hug before stepping through the gates and waving to any guard that greeted her. The mechanical hallways might as well be a second home to her. Oil and hot metal slowly come to her mind as the smell hits her nose from the the bottom vents. The constant clicking of the programs working diligently upstairs. Soldiers drinking their usual blend in the break room not too far from the restrooms near the right wing. At this point Summer could walk through this blind and still know where every water fountain is.

Down in the left wing was her destination; the laboratories where the finest minds can be found hard at work. Unfortunately they always seem to find the time to notice when she’s in front of their work space. Each set of eyes fixed on her in fear, interest, anger, or twisted curiosity; all but one professor and a doctor with a room closed off from the others for the upmost care. Summer quickly made her way through the door and was pleased to see her favorite doctor tinkering away in their soiled lab coat. The whiteish room littered with science equipment and highly advanced pods against th back wall. A door to right is currently closed.

Summer:Hi Dr. Polendina.

Penny:Gasp! Salutations little Schnee!!!! *hugging her* what a pleasant surprise indeed!

Summer:Crushing.....wheeze you’re crushing!!!!

Penny:Oh! *lets go* I’m sorry, you think I would be used to that by now.

Summer:You think I would be prepared to dodge by now. How have you been?

Penny:I’ve been swell. Recently I’ve been working on a some secret things for the military.

Summer:Does that explain the spot and higher temperature in this room? Making a bomb or something?

Penny:I’m not at liberty to say but I will tell you I’m running out of fire dust. So what brings you back to my home away from home; check up time already? *analyzing her*

Summer:Unfortunately.

Penny:Well let’s see if we can learn something new today. *locks door* I’ll get my tape recorded and everything set up while you get ready.

Summer nodded and started to undress until she was in a sports bra and compression shorts. Completely unladylike to most high class citizens of Atlas but she isn’t like average people. She couldn’t help but glance at a pod to see her reflection. Her face always bunched up at seeing all the puncture scars she has. Bellow her right rib, small ones on her thighs, a faded one on her left shoulder while she a couple more on her right arm, the soles of her feet and graze scar near her heart. At least her face was mostly untouched besides the slight scratch on her jaw line.

Thankfully most of these have faded dramatically due to age but she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around herself. Embarrassed to look at all her imperfections. Those thoughts quickly fled when Penny touched her shoulder smiling.

Penny:Beautiful as ever I see.

Summer:*smiling* Thank you.

Penny:As usual I’m putting these wires on you to check your vitals then you’re going into the second pod from the right.

Summer:Is there any reason you never put me in the first pod? *stepping into number two*

Penny:Sentimental value; I got made in it more or less. *looking at scroll* Your vitals are pretty normal. Well, except your temperature for obvious reasons. You know 93 degrees Fahrenheit means you should be experiencing hypothermia right?

Summer:So I’ve heard. Nature’s rules sort of doesn’t care about me.

Penny:We’ll see about that. I’m going to release a little bit of the dust know okay? Just remember to take calming breaths and relax. Also.....waffles.

Summer:What?

Penny:It’ll make sense soon. *pushes button*

The pod is sealed shut and a glowing white dust is dispersed inside. A bit of anxiety creeps it’s way through her body but Summer follows the direction to the letter and closes her eyes. It’s a waiting game for Penny as her patient slowly zones out. No better time to start recording the long she supposes.

Penny:Okay so this is entry log 72 I believe. Once again I’m running test on Summer Schnee to help with her...affliction. Eleven years ago the girl’s mother found the existence of an ice dust deposit far more pure and refined than anyone thought possible; currently known as diamond Dust. Studies over the years have granted less information than we desired but far from useless.

*looking through notes*

Penny:Cell preservation, cold fusion, absolute zero, suspended animation; all things that have greatly benefited from this discovery and even the promotion of healing has accrued in the subject. At age five Summer Schnee was caught in an Diamond Dust explosion due to its volatile natural. Several large pieces of the dust as well as a few shards were lodged into their body and the subject was blasted into a frozen lake. An event like this should lead to almost instant death yet she remains alive and relatively healthy.

Summer*:drifting off*

Penny:Blood samples have shown traces of the unique ice dust still flowing through her veins; could all this all be possible through the immediately use of her brother’s semblance to try and diminish the dust in her? Is it the cause other side of my patient? Medical research has found numerous draw backs for it though aren’t atypical for excessive dust exposure expect one. It appears diamond dust might have some sort of affect on the psyche. Multiple patients have come back after treatments explaining how their head felt cloudy or even slightly depressed; all symptoms faded in a few days.

Summer:Zzzzzzz

Penny:Is.....I think subject fell asleep? Strange, it doesn’t take much diamond dust to activate Shiva and the pod temperature is-

75 degrees Fahrenheit

Penny:Whoops! Let’s drop that down to around 40.

Summer:*hair turning white*

Penny:That’ll do it. *messing with recorder* Near death, hypothermia, lack of oxygen due to near drowning, blood loss; all things that can very well lead to brain damage or a mental health problem by themselves, yet no loss in any motor functions or brain activity I can see. With the addition of the dust maybe she’s just-

Thump!

Her train of thought was immediately broken. Green eyes met icy blue through the thick pod door. The sound of thumping kept happening rhythmically as her patient gently put her head against the glass repeatedly in boredom. The wires on her ripped off and on the floor.

Penny:Salutations! Ready for your check up?*smiles*

Shiva:Sigh, not this nonsense again..... Salutations my cybernetic warden.

Penny:This is a lab, not a jail. Also I’m a doctor and a scientist.

Shiva:You are a very cute and very expensive toaster oven with a conscience. Open.The.Door.

Penny:*writing* Patient B is still more aggressive and unfriendly unlike patient A.

Shiva:Are you even listening to me!? Also why am I B when I’m better than Summer!?

Summer:(can you say something that isn’t insulting to anyone?)

Shiva:Make me, if not then shut up and be quiet. The grown ups are talking.

Summer:.......

Penny:Shiva, do you by any chance know the breakfast item I said a several minutes ago?

Shiva:When was breakfast mentioned? You’ve been rambling to yourself since you messed with thermostat.

Penny:(Interesting.......)

She started pacing the room and examining Shiva. Her veins and scars glowed a faint blue in time with her breath. The way she was focused and more examining her surroundings showed some neat changes from Summer. Every movement she made was almost child like; constantly swaying and visibly annoyed at the locked door She breathed on the glass leaving frost. Soon after she started to smirk as she ran her nails down it. Letting her out would be a bad idea; her presence itself was reeking of danger. Penny was curious but far from stupid; not to mention a powerhouse. It’s one of the main reasons she is lead doctor and scientist to learn more about person called Shiva.

Shiva:You should really open the door. I would hate to break it down like last time.

Penny:This door is far stronger than the last one.

Shiva:You sound so confident.

Penny:Mrs.Xiao Long couldn’t make a dent with a maxed out punch. Even if you did get out nothing would happen. It’s way hotter out here than it is in there.

Shiva:God I’m gonna love the day all this preparation goes to shit. I’ll admit you’re charming but I hope you know I’ll most likely have to scrap you the day I eventually snuff out Atlas’s precious little snowflake once in for all. Gotta tie up loose ends. That includes your hus-

Penny:I would very much appreciate it if we kept things civil between us. Threatening each other won’t make this process shorter in the long run. *grabbing thermostat knob* So please refrain from talking about Professor Pine.

Shiva:Awww looks like I hit a nerve if that’s even possible with you. Listen, why would I ever make your life easier when you’re trying to do the impossible? I’m here to stay; Summer has no one to blame but herself for that. Maybe if she wasn’t so weak and useless then I wouldn’t have had to save her sorry ass from the lake.

Penny:Summer as told me you’ve mentioned this before. Shiva, what exactly are you?

Shiva:Isn’t that obvious yet?

Penny:???

Shiva:I’m me of course, someone that everyone should be wary of hehehe. Or who knows what might happen!?

The lab itself slowly got a chill as Shiva started laughing to herself. Her eyes and hair started to glow a bit brighter while the inside of the pod started to freeze. Penny gasped as the temperature inside was starting to drop. Immediately she raised it back to 75 which stopped the chill in its track. Shiva knelt down and started to feel weak.

Shiva:Hmph, what happened to my checkup? Too scared to continue?

Penny:The pod was recording everything I needed, including vitals and brain activity. The wires you took off was just for show.

Shiva:Well isn’t someone just prepared for everything? Let’s hope being a widow is one of them.

Penny:Sigh goodbye Shiva.

Shiva:I prefer, see you later.....

Eyes close and hair goes back to pale blonde; even her veins stop glowing. Soon Penny is greeted with cobalt blue eyes and a very ashamed look. Penny opens the door and is spooked for Summer to fall right into her arms.

Summer:I’m sorry she said those things.

Penny:I’ve heard and felt worse. So you were listening the whole time? Can she hear me now.

Summer:No, too hot and tired. Speaking of tired....can I lay down for a second?

Penny:Of course, take a break then you’ll continue the rest with my hus- *giggles* the Professor; I’ll never get used to that.

Summer:Think you learned anything useful?

Penny:Hopefully, I have a bunch of theories.

Summer:Good, that’s a relief......zzzzzzzz

Penny:*smiles* Out like a light.*clicks recorded* note to self, be wary of temperatures in varying locations. *looks at pod*

*slightly cracked glass*

Penny:Failure to do so could be.....fatal.

Part 2

[v-t-holmes]

1D songs rated by how much I want to hear MCR cover them

wmyb - I’m actually lowkey wondering how that would sound tbh, 7/10

gotta be you - if gerard doesn’t have the vocal range for the chorus, I would rather have him not strain himself, 2/10, but if he does, 6/10, I’m intrigued

one thing - I wouldn’t mind a cover of this one, 4/10

more than this - ooh yes, but there’s a 90% chance i’d cry, 7/10

uan - the way this song is, an mcr cover would probably sound lit, 9/10

i wish - and make me cry and drown myself in tears? 3/10

tell me a lie - change screwed up to fucked up and it’s a deal, 6/10

taken - the only reason i don’t start feeling Sad while listening to this song bc I’m so used to it, if mcr covered it i would be Ugly Sobbing, 5/10

i want - okay that would sound lit, 7/10

everything about you - okay this song is kinda boring ngl, mcr could spice things up, 9/10

same mistakes - this one already gives me existential crisis without thinking about an mcr cover, 7/10

save you tonight - I’m indifferent, it would probably sound lit tho 5/10

stole my heart - dunno if it would work as well while being sung by a guy literally the same age as my mom as it does while being sung by a (in the recording) group of boys aged between 17 and 20 - 1/10

stand up - SO PUT YOUR HANDS UP COZ IT’S A STAND UP, basically it’s an armed robbery, 5/10

moments - the subtle hinting at the fact everyone in this song dies,, fun fact that would just instantly kill me, 100000000/10, I would Cry but it would be worth it

another world - I rather would not be taken to ‘another world’ ‘every day’ ‘in every way’ by mcr, thank you very much 0/10

na na na - the cover would be worth it just for the title confusion, so yes, yes please, 10/10

i should have kissed you - the regret in the original’s is not Expressed At All, 7/10, fuck me up mcr

lwwy - i mean it would probably sound good, but lets be real, mcr doesn’t exactly fit the vibe of this song, 4/10, just because it lowkey has danger days vibes (i listened to it three times in a row before, I know what vibes danger days has)

kiss you - i’m torn between the fact that this is targeted at teen girls and sang by barely not underage anymore boys, and the fact the cover would probably sound lit 5/10

little things - it’s,,, too soft for mcr,,, 0/10

c’mon c’mon - eh, I’m indifferent to that one, 5/10

last first kiss - this one gives me an existential crisis and makes me Sad already, 8/10

heart attack - just for the ow! part, and also for the 1D just doesn’t do emotions right in this one, 7/10

rock me - in summer ‘09, they were literal babies, I’m fairly certain 16 year old harry styles did NOT fuck, mcr did shit other than going to school in 2009, and they probably fucked and this song is just one big innuendo, 7/10

change my mind - ah another song that would probably make me cry, 6/10

i would - idk, a song about high school drama? 1/10

over again - stabbing me would be more merciful than an mcr cover, 10/10

back for you - this one hits differently when you hear 1D promising they’ll come back for the fandom, And with the reunion rumours going around, it wouldn’t sound right if mcr did a cover, 2/10

they don’t know about us - unlike the original, it would make me cry, because it remind me of my gf, 3/10, covers of songs that remind me of my gf that would make me cry are illegal

summer love - the 1D version didn’t kill me, but the mcr version definitely would, 5/10

she’s not afraid - I’m actually kinda curious about what the cover would sound like, 8/10

loved you first - another one I kinda want to hear mcr’s cover of, 7/10

nobody compares - this one is either boring or it’s getting late, either way, mcr would spice it up, 7/10

still the one - it’s a bop already, 5/10

truly madly deeply - soft and tender and,,, can mcr do soft and tender? I mean, probably, but their songs that sound soft and tender end up in people in the song dying, 2/10

magic -THERE’S A 99.99999% CHANCE THE MCR COVER WOULD BE LIT, 219833/10

irresistible - mcr’s cover would make me cry and i’d thank them 8/10

bse - despite the title, not the best song ever out there (home is the best), and mcr could definitely improve it, 8/10

soml - the chorus starts, but with more SCREAMING, 8/10, sometimes you just want a soft song to have more yelling

diana - could be good, but really, I’m indifferent to it, 5/10

midnight memories - the fact 1D says 'same old shhh' instead of 'same old shit' is so unsatisfying, mcr would fix that, 10/10

you & i - yeah, just make me cry or whatever, 6/10, I’m already feeling like a trainwreck

don’t forget where you belong - that would be nice but it would also make me cry, 7/10

strong - the intro keeps reminding me one of the mcr songs and idk which one, probably famous last words, and it’s bothering me, 5/10

happily - I have no objections to this one, 9/10

right now - it would probably make me cry too much to handle, 2/10

little black dress - I’m kinda curious about this one honestly, it’s already a lot more rock than some other songs and I wouldn’t mind a cover, 6/10

through the dark - idk why, but I would definitely pay for an mcr version of this song, 10/10

something great - this one already gives me Feelings, I don’t think I could handle the mcr cover, 1/10

little white lies - it’s an okay song but really, I don’t need an mcr cover of it, 0/10

better than words - mcr wouldn’t censor fuck, 5/10

why don’t we go there - i’m actually running out of ideas of how to express what I want to say about this song, but basically, it would sound good but I don’t think it’s on the priority list, 2/10

does he know - i learnt that gerard is the same age as my mom so I legally can’t listen to him sing about sex while addressing the listener like that, 0/10

alive - it would be a headbanger, 10/10

half a heart - and make me cry even more than I cry while listening to the original? 2/10

steal my girl - not really something I’d want or need covered by mcr -10/10

ready to run - this song made me make this post, a clear 10/10

where do broken hearts go - I mean I’d probably cry, but I’d love to hear a cover, 7/10

18 - it makes me feel similar as songs from bullets or three cheers do, but on the other hand, this song already makes me sad and is crying so much I fill the ocean with my tears worth it? 5/10, probably

girl almighty - it would probably sound fun, I wouldn’t mind there being a cover, 5/10

fool’s gold - do you want me to cry? because that’s how to make me cry, no but also please/10

night changes - an existential crisis sounds nice in these trying times (not), 3/10

no control - it would be okay, I guess, 3/10

fireproof - why not, 5/10

spaces - another one presumably about the break up, it just wouldn’t Hit the same if mcr covered it, 2/10

stockholm syndrome - oh, please, that sounds like it would make a lit cover, 8/10

clouds - why tf not, I’d love to hear what mcr would do with it, 9/10, fuck me up

change your ticket - I can’t think about this song without thinking about that one tik tok where 1D members pop up in the girl’s room when their parts start, imagine that with mcr, I would scream (in a not good way), 0/10

illusion - I wouldn’t mind a cover, but really I don’t know what I’d do with it, 1/10

once in a lifetime - this song already makes me cry, I wouldn’t be able to handle an mcr cover, 3/10

act my age - heheh why not, it would make a fun cover, 8/10

hey angel - I wouldn’t mind a cover, so why not, 6/10 (would I cry? you can’t prove anything)

drag me down - I can see it being a good cover now that I think of it, 8/10

perfect - kinda curious how that would sound, 8/10

infinity - only if mcr is willing to pay for and play at my funeral, 8/10

end of the day - I wouldn’t mind an mcr cover if this one, but mostly I’m just indifferent, 5/10

if i could fly - the intro is too similar to cancer, and the original already makes me Cry, i would straight up get dehydrated and die from mcrying, but also, please 9/10

long way down - more mcrying, a whole party, 7/10

never enough - the cover would be probably pretty good, 6/10

olivia - it’s already a fun song to listen to, I wonder what the cower would sound like, 7/10

what a feeling - it has the potential to make me cry, 7/10, also it hits different in these times

love you goodbye - wanna see if they can be as tender as 1D is with this song,, 6/10

i want to write you a song - i don’t dare sending my gf mcr songs with the caption ‘that made me think of you’ in fear of the song having undertones of murder, collective death, nuclear winter or other dying stuff I haven’t noticed yet, this song is too soft, sorry mcr -10/10

history - it would most likely sound good, but it has a sentimental value that mcr just wouldn’t be able to capture, 1/10

temporary fix - HECK YES, THAT SOUNDS LIKE A SONG THAT WOULD SOUND GREAT AS AN MCR COVER, 475475837/10

walking in the wind - I wouldn’t mind a cover, 5/10

wolves - it would be worth it just for the confusion between this song and house of wolves in search results, 10/10, bc i enjoy chaos

am - the original is soft and there’s really barely any instrumental background for most of the song other than acoustic guitar, so I’m wondering what mcr would do with it, 6/10

home - how much do I have to pay to hear mcr cover that one? 1000/10, it’s my fav 1D song

[imaginedisish]

Don’t You Want Me Baby? (Colin Ritman x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: OKAY IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG I JUST GOT OUT OF DANCE AHHHHHH!!!! Okay so ummm this is MAD EXPLICIT. YOU ALL ASKED FOR THIS....so here it is. NSFW!!!!!!!! The concept itself is based on some requests I got, and the title is based on the song of the same name by The Human League. (Yes my taste is music is wack) I hope you all enjoy hehehe....also thank you for all your kind words as usual <3 it means the world to me. OKAY ON WITH THE STORY! 

Summary: You and Colin work together at Tuckersoft, but it seems as though you two can’t stand each other...until one day...when things get rather heated.  

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! SMUT! Dom!Colin ahhhh, lots of language, some angst...ermmm kinda sorta choking AH OKAY BYE.

Word Count: 1,907

“So, what do you think?” You ask, a smile spreading across your face. You were so proud of what you created.

Over the past few months, you had been working at Tuckersoft, developing different games for the company. However, out of everything you had produced, you were convinced this was your best yet. 

You sat quietly, awaiting Thakur’s praise.

“Well…” Thakur trails off. “I’m sorry, but it isn’t exactly your best work, mate.” A look of disappointment spreads across his face as your jaw drops. 

“I-I worked so hard on this game, I-I d-don’t understand,” You stutter, choking on your words as tears angrily force themselves into your eyes. 

Thakur reaches a hand across the table, patting your shoulder awkwardly in an attempt to comfort you. You brush the gesture off, violently pushing the cold, metal chair you were sitting on out from under the white table. 

“Fuck off, mate,” You yell as the sound of your boots thumping across the floor bellows throughout the small space. You storm out of the room. Thakur follows close behind, trying to catch up. 

“A-alright, mate. W-we’ll catch up later! Cheers!” He calls out nervously, waving in your direction like the clueless prick you knew him to be. 

You pick up your pace, practically sprinting at full speed down the hallway. Out of the corner of your eye you spot the bleach blonde haired boy you simply couldn’t stand. He speeds up to you, walking at your side. 

“Ritman,” You scoff, trying to walk faster as to avoid Colin. But, it’s no use, Colin simply matches your speed. His hands nonchalantly slide into his pockets. 

“What’s the rush, (Y/L/N)?” Colin questions in a sarcastic tone, knowing full well what had just happened. A joint sits precariously between his lips. You roll your eyes as the air presses agains your body. You were walking so fast at this point that you created a wind. 

Suddenly, Colin grabs your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. You practically fall forward into him.  

“I asked you a question, (Y/N),” Colin says firmly, casually dropping his blunt into the silver wastebasket next to him. “What’s the rush?”

“Why do you even care, Colin?” You ask as you arch a brow in his direction. You harshly pull away from his grasp, continuing to walk forward, only for Colin to stop you once again, almost instantly. 

“Did your game flop, or something?” Colin asks, searching into your eyes for some sort of answer. Even in the horrendous fluorescent office lights, Colin’s ocean eyes danced like stars in the night sky. He holds your shoulders tightly, reassuringly brushing over them softly with his thumbs. 

Is Ritman really trying to comfort me? What the hell is happening? You think to yourself. You quickly remember that he’s most likely being the dick he usually is, and that he’ll say something along the lines of I told you so. 

You’re surprised when several seconds of silence go by. There was no witty comeback, no sly remark. Colin stares into your eyes, patiently waiting for a response. 

“Colin, just fuck off,” You say, breaking the silence and pulling away from him once more. But, Colin is persistent, and he chases after you. 

“Would you stop running away from me for five seconds and let me fucking help you?” Colin shouts angrily, grabbing your right wrist with his hand, pulling you close to him.

Your eyes meet his, the crystal blue gaze intimidates you, causing a strange sense of excitement to bubble in the pit of your stomach. 

You can’t help but think…

Is Colin Ritman turning me on? 

No, he can’t be. 

But the feeling creeps up again, making your heart flutter rapidly against your chest. You realize how close you are to him, his nose practically brushing up against yours. Your stare falls down unto his lips, wishing that he would just take you exactly where you were standing. 

No, You think to yourself, shaking off the feelings of attraction you’ve somehow acquired for Colin. 

“Y-you’re an e-egocentric maniac, Ritman.” You breath heavily, Colin’s face becoming even closer to yours.  

“Trust me love, I know.”

Hips lips come crashing down on your own with a force you’ve never experienced before. The excitement in your stomach replaces itself with pure fire and lust. 

The kiss is hungry, messy and rushed. You try gasping for air, but Colin takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. His tongue dances with yours as a single finger creeps up your leg. You moan in anticipation. 

Colin’s hand comes up to cover your mouth. “Don’t make a sound, or we’re going to get caught,” Colin demands, pushing you up against a random door behind you. “Do you understand?” You nod in response to Colin’s question. 

He fiddles with the knob for a second, until the door finally opens and you two stumble into an old, unused office. Colin slams the door shut behind you. 

“On the desk, now,” Colin commands, pointing to the other side of the room. You turn around and walk towards the empty desk, sitting down on the edge. “Spread your legs.”

Heat rises to you cheeks, and stop for a minute, taking in the situation. All your hesitations melt away as you meet Colin’s alluring gaze from the other side of the room. 

You do as he asks, spreading your legs on either side of the desk, your knees propped up. Colin steps towards you slowly, licking his lips. “What do you want?” He asks, placing his hands on either side of your legs, looking down at you, his forehead pressing against yours. 

“I-I…” You trail off as the fire in your stomach begins to grow. All you wanted was for him to fuck you. 

“I asked you a question,” Colin whispers in your ear, coming closer to you as his hand wraps around your neck. “Now tell me what you want.”

“F-fuck me,” You mumble. 

“What did you say?” Colin asks again, his grasp on your neck becoming a bit tighter. 

“Fuck me, please,” You beg. Colin smirks as he pulls your skirt down, and shoves his hand between your legs. 

“Much better,” He says as his fingers pull at the hem of your panties, pulling them down and throwing them to the side. He slowly begins to massage your clit, sending wave after wave of wave throughout your body. A finger travels down towards your wet folds, teasing you, making you want Colin even more. 

“Now what?” He asks, pulling his hand away for a second, disappointment filling your face. 

“P-please Colin,” You whimper, desperate for his touch. “I want your fingers inside me.” 

Without hesitation, Colin does as you ask, sliding two fingers into your opening. “Sh-shit,” You cry out. The hand grasping your throat quickly makes it way up to cover your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet.

“You’re so fucking wet, and I’ve barely touched you yet.” Colin’s smirk is wide, and he arches a brow in your direction, pushing his fingers into you harder. He knows what he’s doing to you. 

And he loves it. 

His fingers thrust in and out of you, with each thrust growing deeper and deeper every second. You let out small, incoherent moans and profanities, unable to keep them in. Colin’s thumb continues to toy with your clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and is quickly pushing you over the edge. 

“Colin I think I’m going to-,” 

But to your discontent, Colin stops you before you can feel any sort of relief, pulling his fingers out of you, and into his mouth, tasting you. The sight itself could push you over the edge, his teasing driving you insane. 

“Hmm,” Colin purrs. “You taste quite good.”

You wanted, no needed, Colin inside of you. 

“P-please Colin, I need you,” You plead. Colin comes closer to you, standing over you, his index finger trailing slowly across your jaw, and down your neck. 

“What happened to telling me exactly what you want?” Colin asks, staring deeply into your eyes as his hand comes up to cup your throat lightly again. You move your hand down to the bulge in his jeans, palming him slowly. 

Colin grabs your hand in response, placing it by your side. He quickly takes out his wallet from his pocket, and pulls out a condom. He then unzips his jeans, undoes his belt, and slips his pants off, his erection standing out in his light blue boxers. He stands there, looking deeply in your eyes as he unwraps the condom, and slides it down his shaft. 

“I want you to fuck me, Colin, please,” You beg. Colin takes his hard cock into his hand. He comes closer to you once again, lining himself up with your opening. He rubs his tip against your entrance, teasing you yet again.

“Please Col-,”

Suddenly, Colin thrusts deeply inside of you. “F-fuck. You’re so tight,” He moans as he begins to pump in and out of you. You hook your legs around his waist, raking your nails into his back in an attempt to stay up. 

“C-colin, f-fuck,” You cry out as Colin’s grip on your throat becomes tighter. His thrusts become harder, more intense.

“You feel so fucking good,” Colin coos, his hips slamming into yours. His words alone could make you come. He quickly grabs your hips, sinking his hard cock deeper inside of you. 

“How does this feel?” Colin grunts as his thumb begins to draw circles around your clit. You moan loudly in pleasure, the sensation overwhelming you. Suddenly, he hits your G-spot, making you scream in delight. 

“Holy shit,” You whimper. “S-so good.” He adds more and more pressure to your clit, speeding up his movements, hitting the right spot with every pump. “Colin I think I’m going to…” You trail off, choking on your words. 

“Me too, love. L-let go,” Colin breathes, his cock pulsing inside of you, his grip on your throat increasing slightly. His thrusts grow sloppy, and you know he’s seconds from reaching the edge.

“Colin!” You scream, your walls fluttering around his hard member. Rippling waves of pleasure hit you one by one as you come undone.

“Shit,” Colin breathes heavily, burying his cock deeply into you as he comes. He pulls out of you slowly, leaving an empty feeling where he had once filled you up. 

You lay back on the desk, and Colin joins you, pulling you into his chest, playing with your hair. It’s a stark contrast from the Colin you had just seen, and it honestly made you want even more. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Colin says, smirking, kissing your forehead lightly. 

“I thought you couldn’t stand me,” You giggle, surprised at Colin’s true feelings. You trace circles around the center of his chest, pressing kisses there every chance you get.

“I’ve been trying to think of ways to ask you out, actually…” Colin trails off nervously. You’re shocked. After all this time, Colin had taken an interest in you, and you never knew. 

“Well then,” You say, pushing yourself to sit up on the desk. “Would you like to go on a date, sometime, Ritman?” A wide smile spreads across Colin’s face. 

“I’d love to, (Y/L/N).”

[psychosistr]

The Haunting in St.Canard- Chapter 1

Summary: Drake Mallard, mild-mannered suburbanite by day, masked vigilante by night, moves into a cozy new home with his daughter Gosalyn and his partner Launchpad. However, things take a turn for the mysterious when he discovers why no one has ever stayed in the house for long...

Notes: So, for anyone who’s been following me, you’ve probably seen the art work leading up to this. This story is based off of an RP I’ve been doing with @abbythegamergirl and it’s going to be a haunting/murder-mystery with different endings. Enjoy!

Next Chapter->

The sun shines high above the calm suburban neighborhood within the city of St. Canard, Calisota. A moving truck is already parked in the driveway of one house when the car containing its new residents pulls up to the building.

Or, rather, careens over the curb and screeches into the driveway after clipping the moving truck’s fender. The workers near the truck shout angrily at the driver of the car as the family inside steps out.

The first to exit the car is the driver, a tall red-haired duck dressed in a pilot’s outfit. “Oops, heheh, sorry about that, fellas!” He offers his apology with a lopsided smile, rubbing at the back of his neck as he tries to laugh off the fender-bender.

The next to step out of the vehicle is the passenger in the backseat, a young girl duck with red hair pulled up into pig-tails and dressed in a purple jersey. “Woah, keen gear!” She say while looking at the big house. “I get the big bedroom, right?!”

“So you can turn into your own personal dump? I don’t think so.” The final occupant says when he exits the car. He’s the oldest duck of the trio, that much is made clear by the lines along his forehead, and though he’s significantly shorter than the other adult in their group he’s clearly the one in charge (despite the pink sweater and green sweater vest that make him seem far less intimidating). “WE will pick the rooms, while YOU get started unpacking the boxes in the living room.”

“Awww, no fair!” The girl pouts while folding her arms over her chest. “Why do I have to do all the hard work?”

“Hmm, maybe because SOMEBODY decided it would be fun to mix up all of the packing labels?” He asks while narrowing his eyes at her, leaning down to her level with a mildly-irritated scowl.

She gives a slightly-nervous attempt at an innocent laugh. “O-Oh, yeah, right..gee, wonder who could’ve done a thing like that..?” She runs off into the house. “Anyway, yeah, I should PROBABLY get started on those boxes, huh? Don’t wanna have dinner without the silverware, right?”

The older duck sighs and stands up straight, shaking his head. “She’ll probably get to her videogames and say she’s earned a union break or something…” He mutters before going over to his companion to help him smooth things over with the movers.

While the adults discuss money due for damages, the red-headed girl goes inside…and proceeds to walk past every single one of the boxes that the movers have already brought in.

“Lets see..” She says to herself while looking around. “Knowing dad, he probably had those guys hide all the good stuff..” She goes up and down the stairs a few times as she explores the new house, opening up various closets and bedroom doors to see if she could find a few boxes in particular. She even checks the attic and throw a covering sheet off of some boxes to check the hidden ones as well, only finding a bunch of model airplanes and books.

After a few minutes, she starts to get annoyed at her lack of results..

“Aw, come on!” She complains while kicking the corner of a rug in the downstairs hallway. Doing so, however, reveals an odd line in the otherwise solid floor. “Huh?” she shoves the rug aside more until she reveals- “Keen gear! A trap-door!” She tries pulling on a small dip in the floor that looks like a handle, but it doesn’t budge. “Rats! Must be locked..” She looks the small wooden hatch over carefully for any signs of a keyhole or some other type of lock. “Maybe there’s a hidden switch around here somewhere!”

Temporarily distracted from her quest to find her video games and/or sports equipment, the girl starts pushing at every old painting she can find on the walls to see if it will trip the door. After setting every picture off-kilter, she moves her focus to a large bookshelf at the end of the hall and begins pulling each of the books off of the shelf in a similar attempt to trigger the lock.

“One of these has to be a fake, right?” She asks herself while moving the books on the lower shelf. “Seriously, ‘The Unofficial Biography of Scrooge McDuck’? Who’d wanna read that?” She picks the book off of the shelf with a hopeful smile, but it quickly turns into a pout when the book slides out without any sort of click or whirring sound. “Dang it..” She’s about to move on to another row of books, when something in the space she just revealed catches her eye. “Huh? What’s that?”

She kneels down and starts shoving armfuls of books out of the way, moving everything aside until she’s able to clearly see that there’s a decent-sized hole behind the shelf. What’s even more interesting, though, is what she finds INSIDE of the hole.

“A jack-in-the-box?” She ponders while pulling the item in question out of its hiding spot.

Sure enough, it looks to be a rust-red jack-in-the-box. It’s outlined with faded white trim and has an image of a star on the front. The old turn-crank handle looks well-worn, likely from many years-worth of use.

“Wonder if it works?” Curious, the girl grabs the handle and begins to turn it slowly. The notes come out tinny and warped, like something out of a horror movie about a haunted fairground or a serial killer clown. “Way creepy..” She mutters as she continues to turn the handle. However, when she reaches the end of the song that would normally lead to the “pop”, the lid doesn’t move. “Looks like it’s busted after all. At least the song sounds cool.”

Before she gets a chance to try winding the box again, a frustrated shout from another room startles her. “GOSALYN MALLARD!!!”

“Oh boy..” She sets the box down and stands up. “Guess they finished swapping insurance cards..” She then turns around and starts walking back towards the source of the voice. “Coming, dad!”

When she leaves the hallway, everything is still for a minute.

Then, in an oddly delayed reaction, the lid of the jack-in-the-box suddenly pops open. There is no visible spring inside or any sort of doll or puppet as one would usually find in such a classic childhood toy.

What happens, though, is much more startling: A shadow begins to spread upward along the wall, the light making it look as if it were climbing out of the jack-in-the-box. It grows and grows in height until it stands tall enough to reach the ceiling- actually, it ended up hunching over slightly due to its massive height.

The shadow looks rather frightening, resembling something vaguely duck-like but with much longer and much thinner limbs, as well as a beak of sharp, pointy teeth.

It looks around the hallway for a moment, turning its head in different directions, before it “walks” along the wall in the same direction the girl from earlier went.

It reaches the living room, where the girl is being lectured by the older duck, and hides behind a sofa so that it can watch and listen without being noticed.

“Honestly, Gosalyn, I gave you ONE job!” He fusses at her, finger pointing in a classic scolding gesture. “Did you unpack anything at all, or did you just decide it would be more fun to redecorate the walls and give me an ulcer?!”

“But dad!” She tries to defend her actions, holding her hands out in front of her in a plea for him to listen. “I’m telling you, it’s not like that! See, I found this trap door- come on, I’ll show you!” Before he has a chance to protest, she grabs him by the hand and drags him into the hall where she found the odd door. “See?” She points down at the lines and the handle. “There’s gotta be some sort of hidden switch around here to open it up, right? It’s probably a secret crypt, or a treasure-room for pirates, or the hidden cryogenic storage facility of an alien race that crash landed here, or-!”

Her father kneels down and inspects the sealed door. “It’s the old boiler room.” He explains calmly.

“Boiler room?” Gosalyn’s excited smile instantly drops into a confused frown.

“Yep. The realtor told me this place used to have a boiler, but it exploded years ago so they had to seal up the room.” He stands and pulls the rug back over it. “Probably for the best- who knows what sort of disgusting mess is festering down there?” He looks around at the mess of pictures on the wall. “Now, I want you to start straightening these ouuuu-WHAT?!” He spots the mess of books on the floor from the bookshelf at the end of the hall and turns a mild glare on his daughter. “Gosaalyyynnnnn..” His voice holds a very clearly frustrated tone, warning the girl of an impending lecture.

She gives him a nervous and somewhat embarrassed smile. “I, uh..maaayyybee thought there was a secret book-lever or something..?” She offers by way of explanation with a small, nervous laugh. Sensing a lecture still ready to be launched at her, she quickly moves over to where she left the jack-in-the-box and picks it up. “But, look, I found this behind the shelf! There’s a secret hidey-hole back there!” She looks at the open lid curiously, peering into the dark, empty box. “Weird, it wouldn’t open before..”

That, at least, seemed to shift her father’s attention briefly. “A hole?” At a nod from the red-head, he walks over to the shelf, nudging books out of his way on the floor, until he’s kneeling in front of the shelf that she points out to him. Leaning his head down so he can see between the shelves properly, he finally sees the hole. “Huh, would you look at that..” He reaches back to feel the rough edges of the crudely carved crevice. “That certainly wasn’t in the home-owner’s report..”

“Probably violates some sort of health-code rule or something, huh? You should call him up and see about getting some money back!” Gosalyn suggests with an air of being extremely helpful.

“You’re right, this should get me at least-” He finally figures out what she’s doing and turns to her with narrowed eyes. “Nice try, Gos, but you’re still-”

Thankfully, she was saved by the bell- literally.

The doorbell rang and she set the jack-in-the-box down to go investigate. “I’ll get it!”

“Gosalyn!” He shouts after her, but she’s already down the hall and heading for the front door by the time he’s on his feet again.

She reaches the front door and opens it, the other male duck already heading for the door too by the time she grabs the doorknob. Once the door is open, they see a family waiting on the other side consisting of an obese duck in a Hawaiian shirt, a slender yellow goose in a blue dress and white apron who was carrying a lemon Bundt cake in a clear container, a red-haired and slightly chubby white-feathered goose boy in a red shirt, and a much smaller goose boy with more yellow feathers in a green shirt and big red glasses.

“Howdy, neighbors!” The overweight duck says cheerfully with a smile and a wave. “We’re the Muddlefoots!” He introduces himself and his family, pointing to each of them as he speaks. “I’m Herb, that’s Binkie, and our little guys here are Tank and Honker!”

The older duck enters the room around the time the larger duck begins his introduction. “Nice to meet you.” He says politely, but without sounding anywhere near as excited as the other duck. He extends a hand towards him in another show of politeness. “The name’s Drake Mallard. This is my daughter, Gosalyn, and our..uhh..roommate, Launchpad McQuack.”

Herb takes Drake’s hand and shakes it up and down rapidly, jostling Drake’s entire body in the process. “Nice t’ meetcha, Drake-a-roonie!”

Binkie smiles and hands the cake she’s carrying to Launchpad with a bright smile. “It’s always so nice to meet our new neighbors!”

“Hey, it’s always nice getting’ free cake, too!” Launchpad replies with a grin, licking his beak at the delicious looking cake.

“Oh, thank you, dear.” Binkie smiles more. “The last neighbors liked it, too!”

“There are other new neighbors around?” Launchpad asks while opening the lid and dipping a finger along the frosting to try some.

“Oh, well, no.” Binkie’s smile doesn’t falter as she shrugs. “I just meant the last neighbors that moved into this house. That was what, two months ago, dear?” She asks while looking up at her husband.

“You got it, Binkums.” Herb agrees with a nod. “They just moved out a couple weeks ago. Such a shame, too- they were the longest lasting neighbors we’ve had in years!”

Drake, who had been preoccupied with trying to keep his “roommate” from eating anymore of the cake, stops and looks at them skeptically. “They moved out after only two months? Why? Gas leak? Bug problem?”

“Ghost problem’s more like it..” The youngest goose in the family mumbles, earning a rough elbow to the ribs from his older brother. “Ow..! It-it’s true, though..”

“No one wants to hear your dumb nerd theories, Honker!” The heftier child rolls his eyes at his nerdier brother.

“This place is haunted?!” Gosalyn’s gasps, but it sounds more excited than scared- the smile on her face plainly showing her thoughts on the matter.

“Oh now, don’t you mind our little Honker.” Binkie giggles and pats her son on the head. “He’s one smart cookie, but he gets a little carried away with his ‘paranormal investigation’ shows!”

“Gosalyn’s the same way..” Drake mutters. “Well, thanks for stopping by, but we REALLY need to get started unpacking.”

“Feel free to come over if you want some free burgers and hot dogs sometime!” Herb offers as a final farewell before he and his family leave.

On the way out, though, Honker takes one last look over his shoulder. When he does, his eyes widen and his face goes pale as he spots a tall, ominous shadow standing behind the family. “Waaah!!!!” He quickly runs past his family and heads for the safety of their own house.

Drake and his small family look behind themselves, but see nothing. “??”

“Huh, must’ve seen a spider..” Drake closes the door before looking at Launchpad and Gosalyn. “Now, are you two thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Um..how many slices of cake we should have before dinner?” Launchpad offers after thinking the question over for a minute.

“That’s what I was thinking, too!” Gosalyn grins, her and Launchpad sharing a high-five.

“The answer to that question is NONE- you’ll spoil your appetite.” Drake says while setting the cake down on the living room coffee table. He ignores the resounding disappointed pair of “aww”s and begins pacing the living room with a hand placed under his chin in thought. “To have such a high resident turn-over rate in a common suburban neighborhood so far from the downtown area is extremely unusual. There must be something devious driving denizens out of this deceptively domestic domicile!”

Launchpad, who had been trying to creep closer and snag a piece of cake, suddenly freezes up when he hears Drake’s alliteration. “Y-You don’t think this place is *gulp* HAUNTED, do ya, DW?”

“Of course not, LP.” Drake brushes off his friend’s concerns casually, side-eyeing him in a silent warning to stay away from the cake. “But, cracking this residential riddle is certainly a job for-” He tosses a smoke bomb that he appears to have pulled out of nowhere onto the ground and, when the cloud of purple smoke dissipates, he is instead wearing a purple costume with a large hat, cape, and dark mask. “DAAARKWIIIING DUCK- the masked hero of Saint Canard!”

The smoke disperses into the air of the confined living room, making all three residents cough violently.

“Daaaaad, can’t you go one day without gassing us?!” Gosalyn manages between coughs.

“Sorry, yeah, that’s my bad!” Darkwing coughs as well from the smoke and stumbles over to open a window. “I forgot the AC wasn’t on yet!”

While the house’s new residents busy themselves with clearing the air, the shadowy figure that had been eavesdropping on their conversations creeps back towards the jack-in-the-box still sitting in the hallway.

“A hero…a pilot…and a curious girl…” A deep voice that seemed to come from the shadow itself said quietly as it reached the still open box-shaped toy. “Perhaps they are the ones that I have been waiting for…”

The shadow climbs back into the box and closes the lid behind itself. However, before the lid closes completely, a small object slips out: A photograph that lands face down on the floor before blowing about and winding up between the pages of one of the books still lying open on the ground.

The book seems to close by itself to keep the photo from blowing away, but leaves at least half of it sticking out, revealing the faces of a rat with a pair of goggles and an electrical plug-shaped hat and a duck with a large smiling beak and a jester-themed cowl.

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Meanwhile, upstairs in a dusty attic littered with cobwebs and freshly-moved boxes, something begins to stir…

A rustling is heard through the otherwise quiet room, a shifting in the corner visible among the unmoving boxes…

The shifting turns out to be a white figure, round and blob-like in appearance as it rises up into the air, appearing almost like a sheet-

Actually, it turns out that it IS a sheet.

A sheet that had been draped over someone as he slept..

A hand pushes forward to knock the sheet off of its drowsy wearer. “Okay, dress-up time’s over.” A voice says with a chuckle as the sheet falls away.

In its place is a much creepier sight of what the sheet cartoonishly resembled earlier:

A ghost.

The ghost is a translucent blue color and has the body of a duck with an exceptionally long beak. The ghost is also clad in a jester-themed costume with lines that clearly indicate that it once had a color scheme that is no longer visible in its spectral state.

All-in-all, the ghost does not seem very threatening in appearance at all- one could even be forgiven for thinking it was merely a regular person if not for the translucent state of its blue body and the fact that it had a classic ghostly-tail instead of legs.

The spirit stretches his limbs and gives a loud yawn, its head rising off of its neck slightly in the process before he taps it back down casually with one hand. “Whooo, that was some nap, eh, Sparky?” When he doesn’t receive a response, he looks around curiously. “Sparky? Megavolt?” He floats over to an outlet in the wall nearby and claps his hands. “Up an’ at ‘em, Sparky!”

The outlet sparks a few times before a large bolt of electricity shoots out of the outlet. The bolt bounces around the room a few times until, with a loud yawn, another ghostly body forms in the air.

This ghost is a rat in an electrically-themed suit, complete with a plug-shaped hat, goggles, and an outlet on his chest. He seems to be in a far rougher physical state, though, as he is missing an arm and, when he opens his eyes after he finishes yawning, he is clearly missing an eye.

“Quackerjaaaaack…don’t call me Sparky..” The rat ghost mutters in annoyance as he stretches and shakes off the last remnants of his own drowsiness. “Is it morning already..?”

“More like afternoon by now, Megsy.” The clown ghost says while looking over the new boxes in their attic. “And look! We’ve got some new toys!”

The electrically themed ghost seems more awake now, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “You mean..?” As his excited grin grows, sparks of electricity travel along his shoulder to form a silhouette of his missing limb, both his real and fake fist flexing in anticipation.

“I sure do, buddy.” A grin that’s equal parts excitedly mischievous and darkly sinister spreads over his beak. “It’s PLAYTIME.”

Next Chapter->

End Notes: Keeping the first chapter short and simple to introduce the main characters. Hope you like it so far :)

[neo-kajatrash]

Just wanted to draw the sweet warm hug Kalifax and Tiri shared. Here’s more sketches of them, too. (Kalifax belongs to me and Tiri belongs to @deezmo.)

If you want to read this part, it’s under the cut. It’s a roleplay between us two, so there might be errors/back and forth, etc.

(Here’s the song that goes with the excerpt)

Kalifax waited for a quiet moment with his hands on the ground and his feet out in front of him, just listening to the soft crackling of the fire and the birds in the trees and thinking about how lucky he was. He felt so much better not having to worry about being caught here, too... But something else came to his mind with the silence, and he thought of something as he stared up at the first star to appear in the deep blue sky.

"Y'know... a-about my s-stutter..." he finally said, still looking up at the sky. "Th-there's somethin' I c-can do to g-g-get rid of it."

He looked over at her with a more playful expression, ears perking and face warming up a little.

"...I-It disappears when I s-sing. N-not that I'm a g-good singer by any m-measure, but... M-makes it seem like I d-don't got a p-problem at all. Heh. D-do you ever sing?"

Slowly, a wider, slightly amused smile crept up on Tiri's face as Kalifax spoke and she couldn't help but stare at him. Her eyes twinkled with awe and she found herself really wanting to hear him sing.

"Really?! That's interesting, that is. Do you know why? And.. heh.. No.. I don't think I can sing very well actually. Though I've never really tried I suppose."

Tiri looked off into the fire with a small blush as she spoke of herself, but quickly looked back at the goblin next to her. Leaning into his side with a bit of a nudge, she hoped that he would oblige her.

"Sing for me then? Please? I'm curious to hear you."

Her expression softened a little more as she looked over at him. How amusing this all was to the gnome mage. Becoming friends with a used-to-be-homeless, petty thief of a goblin. It had barely been just over a month and she had already gotten to know him better than her peers.

Kalifax shook his head and let it drop, chuckling softly. He should have known she'd be asking him to sing.

"Nah, I d-don't really kn-know why... D-different part o'my m-m-mind, maybe. But uh... well I gu-guess I can't s-say no, can I. Hehe..."

He took a deep breath and tried to think of what to sing. There was a song that had been in his head recently, one he'd picked up from a busker about a year ago that he'd never forgotten. It was one of his favorites.

He took a deep breath and found he didn't really feel all that bashful over this. He knew he wasn't exactly a wonderful singer, but he could at least hit the notes. And if he was honest with himself, he did enjoy the act. It felt smoother and more natural than talking, and made him feel far less of a burden when he didn't have to worry about stuttering.

Sitting up a little straighter and crossing his legs, he rested his forearms on his knees and focused on the fire.

His singing voice was still in the same raspy way as usual, and he didn't try anything fancy with the tune--but it was almost surprisingly gentle and easy-sounding as the words fell from his mouth. It was simple but sweet... and the quiet pauses in the lyrics with no music seemed to only add to his song, as back in his mind the music the old busker played on his instrument was still fresh, practically strumming along with him like a ghost.

"When you're down, and troubled, and you need a helpin' hand...

And nothin', oh, nothin' is goin’ right...

Close your eyes, and think of me... and soon I will be there,

To brighten up even your darkest nights...

You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am,

I'll come runnin', to see you again...

Winter, spring, summer, or fall,

All you gotta do is call…

And I'll be there…

You've got a friend...

If the sky, above you... should turn dark, and full of clouds...

And that ol' north wind should begin to blow...

Keep your head together, and call my name out loud...

Soon I'll be knockin' upon your door...

You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am,

I'll come runnin', to see you again...

Winter, spring, summer, or fall,

All you gotta do is call…

And I'll... I'll..."

It took him a second to realize that his voice was wavering and trailing off, and his eyes prickled in the light of the campfire with the threat of tears. It suddenly hit him, that these lyrics he so admired for so long, wishing in vain that they could apply to him in some way... Now, they actually did. He felt like he could finally experience the song for what it was, something that meant so much more... And the thought that he and Tiri could really be true friends, counting on each other, made him more emotional than he was prepared for.

He covered his eyes with a hand and turned his head away, ears dropping as he was embarrassed that he obviously couldn't finish the song. It was all a little too much for him in this moment, and he needed some time to wrap his head around the fact that he was worlds away from the loneliness and struggles of the past.

"Ehh... s-s-sorry..." he said, voice cracking before he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Ahem, uh... *sniff* I-I like th-that one. Heard it a l-long t-time ago."

Still facing away and wiping his wet eyes with the back of his hand, he tried to talk as if everything was fine.

"A-a-and what d-did I t-tell ya, no s-s-s... stutter. Heheh..." his chuckle was cut off by a soft sob that he cursed himself for, and he cleared his throat to try to hide it.

Staring into the fire and happy that Kalifax decided to oblige her, Tiri found herself closing her eyes as the soft song gently rang out in the darkening sky. It was so warm and comforting, full of promise and hope. She wondered if he had written it himself, or liked it because it sounded so positive.

It wasn't until his singing cut off with a waver, that she opened her eyes. Looking over at him with a concerned frown, she was still close enough to place a hand over his shoulder and so she did.

"Kal?"

Taking her hand away when he turned from her, covering his face, she grew even more worried. Why was he upset? Did the song mean that much to him? Did an old friend he no longer have, like Buck, used to sing that with him? It was impressive that he didn't stutter, but that wasn't what she was worrying about right now.

Her mind was a whirl of questions, none of which she felt were appropriate to ask of him right now and so she just did what she had done before. Shifting so the side of her body was now more fully pressing to his, Tiri wrapped her arms around him and gently pulled the sobbing goblin's head close. Her short arms over his shoulders with his head resting next to hers, the gnome felt her heart pang and mumbled before thinking.

"You've got to be the most loneliest person I have ever met.. But.. you no longer have to be, Kal."

Tilting her head and again, acting more on instinct before thinking, she gave his wrinkly, freckled cheek a kiss before nuzzling back into his neck with a murmur.

"You really do have a friend.."

Kalifax just hunched over a little more when she hugged him, feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude, and not really knowing what he could say to convince her that he was alright. But he wasn't expecting what she said, not to mention the sweet little kiss on his cheek. It was so different from anything he was used to, and he simply just didn't know how to feel or react. All he knew was that his face was warming up and his heart was beating faster--just at the thought that someone on Azeroth would have ever wanted to give him a kiss on the cheek.

His ears twitched and he looked at her almost guiltily with watery eyes. He tried to just shrug and smile at her, but it was plain that he was falling apart inside.

"Heh... uh... Th-th-thank you, I... *ahem* Th-th-that's the n-nicest thing anyone's ever... suh-said to m-me... Heh. heh... *sniff* S-sorry... I-I dunno what s-suddenly c-c-came over me."

His eyes started reflecting more fondness than hurt as he looked at her, and he lifted his hands to hold her again. This time he pulled her a little closer and hugged her tightly, careful not to hurt her little gnome body but still needing so much comfort from her. He tried to speak again, but all that came out was a sad, shaky huff. Putting one hand on the back of her head to feel her soft hair and leaning forward into her, he worried he might be going a little too far--but he just couldn't help it right now. It felt like he'd been waiting twenty-nine years to hug her tonight, and he didn't want to waste it. It just made him feel surprisingly much better about everything: if he could hold his new friend in his arms, and know that she wasn't going to push him away or blame him for something he didn't even remember doing. He truly hoped she really meant what she said, about being his friend. He really needed one.

"D-did ya l-like my... m-my singin'...?" he finally asked, sniffing again.

Taking in the sight of the sad goblin with a worried smile, Tiri was glad that he seemed to be crying happy tears. The more firmer hug confirmed it and she readily embraced him just as tightly. With her arms over his shoulders, she pressed her face into this side of his and his neck. Enjoying the warmth and feeling how he clung to her, made Tiri feel needed. Wanted. Like she was actually important.

Kalifax's rough yet gentle hand in her hair at the back of her head, sent a curious, tingling warmth spread through her chest. All the way down her spine and to her toes, it made her feel so happy and yet troubled at the same time.

Her own hands were moving along his back, one slid up the side of his neck. Letting her delicate, small fingers trace along his scarred, drooping ear, she hoped such a thing would help relax him as she had once heard that doing such a thing helps calm goblins. It took her a moment to realize he had even spoken, so enthralled by the warm embrace.

"Of course I did.. It was so.. calming and sounded so hopeful and.. and Kal? You never have to apologize for this.. the hugging and crying I mean. I don't mind it. Really."

Tiri let her small body lean into his. Practically almost in his lap now as he squeezed her, she was finding that she really was enjoying holding this sad goblin.

Kalifax tried to keep in a humorless, self-conscious chuckle, letting a tear fall over Tiri's back before he closed his eyes. His ear flicked and then relaxed when she touched it, and he couldn't help but tilt his head a little in that direction. Still holding her and feeling practically unable to let her go yet, he just mumbled another thanks and embarrassed apology. He was never like this, he thought--but maybe that was just it.

Finally he released his hold on her and shuffled back a little bit so he could wipe his eyes, ears pulled back and shoulders still stiff.

"D-d-don't mean ta b-be like this..." he said. "I-It just ain't a l-lot o' people I can... hug. Ahem... I-I'm g-glad ya liked the s-song. Heh..."