#Part 1 of 7

[magicalsniper]

The Legacy of Magic

2,858 words | Teen | Part 1 of 7 Author's AO3: MagicalSniper Story Link: The Legacy of Magic

Summary: Balinor, summoned by Uther to negotiate with the Great Dragon Kilgharrah, witnesses the devastating aftermath of the Great Purge of Magic and is forced to escape Camelot, leaving behind a pregnant Hunith. Years later, his son Merlin, who struggles to conceal his magic, becomes fast friends with Prince Arthur. Their bond is tested when Arthur learns the truth about Merlin’s magic, but his loyalty to Merlin remains steadfast, though their relationship is marred by the weight of secrets and struggles for the safety of magic users in Camelot. Part Three Part Two Part Four

Chapter One: The One Where Dragons Fall

Balinor stepped into the grand audience chamber, where the weight of countless decisions seemed to have been compressed into the air, suffocating the room. King Uther Pendragon loomed before him at the head of the table, his fingers steepled underneath his chin.

“Ah, Balinor,” Uther began, his voice rolling through the room like thunder over the fields of barley and rye. “Your presence graces us once more.”

The Dragonlord inclined his head, his long, inky black hair catching the flickering torchlight. “Sire,” he replied as he scrutinized the King. “You summoned me?” 

“Sit, my old friend,” Uther offered, gesturing toward a chair that seemed far too dainty for either of their broad frames. Balinor lowered himself into the seat with the grace of a cat avoiding a puddle— deliberate and somewhat distrustful. He straightened his robes and looked at Uther expectantly, eyebrow raised. “An audience is what I seek,” Uther declared after a minute of staring into Balinor’s eyes expectantly.

“I was under the impression that this is what this was,” Balinor cocked his head to the side. His eyes turned toward the chess game that Uther seemed to be halfway through. With a thoughtful sigh, he took out the white knight and smiled pointedly at Uther. 

“With the Great Dragon,” Uther said with a roll of his eyes, used to Balinor’s antics. “I would like you to bring him to me. His counsel would be… invaluable.”

Balinor snorted, “Surely you jest.” He snickered and shook his head. “Kilgharrah would sooner dance at his brethren’s funerals than entertain your company.”

Uther sighed heavily and motioned for one of the servants to pour them some wine. “I, of course, understand. However, times have changed, old friend,” Uther smiled, but it did not quite reach his eyes. “We must extend olive branches where we once brandished swords.”

“Olive branches tend to catch fire around dragons,” Balinor said dryly. “Much like innocents upon a pyre.” He nodded towards the chessboard, “Especially when the chessboard has been set ablaze.” His eyes glowed gold as if to prove his point, and the board went up in flames.

“I was winning that,” Uther said, almost petulantly.

“No, you weren't,” was Balinor’s cool reply. His eyes glowed again, and the flames were gone, leaving behind the burnt remains of the chessboard and its pieces.

“You will speak with him?” Uther pressed.

“Speak? Yes. But promising his arrival?” Balinor leaned forward and said in a conspiratorial whisper. “That, Sire, would require magic beyond even what I can conjure.”

“Then let us hope that you can get through to him,” Uther concluded, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed as he studied the burnt chessboard before him.

“Let us hope indeed,” Balinor reached over and flicked his finger to knock down the only piece on the board that had survived his fire, the King.

Three weeks later, Balinor stood in the castle square, surrounded by his fellow Dragonlords. The banners of Camelot danced in the wind above their heads, creating an ambiance of tension. His heart pounded against his ribs as he awaited Kilgharrah’s return from his audience with the King.

“Extend an olive branch,” he muttered, repeating Uther’s promise. He glanced around at his fellow Dragonlords, each with expressions ranging from apprehension to cautious optimism. They put their trust in him, and we would do everything in his power to not disappoint them. 

“We need to stay calm and composed,” Balinor advised as he watched the Dragonlords pace around him. “We must show King Uther that we aren’t a threat to his kingdom.”

“Easy for you to say,” mumbled Ozias, his hands shaking ever so slightly. “It’s not every day that we stand in the kingdom of the king who has sworn to eradicate all magic kind.”

“Yes,” Balinor said, glancing up at the castle. “But today will not be that day.” He silently hoped that if their years of friendship had meant anything to Uther, it would make him keep his word. 

Balinor sighed and looked up at the sky. He thought things must be going well. Since the meeting began, he hadn’t heard one sarcastic comment from Kilgharrah through their mind link. Perhaps he was taking the audience more seriously than Balinor had initially thought, or he was just taking his time before unleashing his wry observations. “Perhaps the olive branch is simply an olive branch and not a sword in disguise.” 

He glanced over at Aurelius and froze when he noticed the man beside him had gone pale, his brown eyes wide with alarm. “What’s wrong!?” Balinor asked, reaching out to hold his friend’s arm as Aurelius’s knees buckled.

“I can’t sense Saoirse,” he said urgently, referring to his young dragon companion he had left in the nearby forest with the other dragons. 

“What?”

“Something’s wrong,” Lazarus chimed in, his lip worried between his teeth. “I can’t feel Orla.”

“Ruairi!” Ozias cried out, his voice cracking as he frantically scanned the skies above the forest, thinking maybe Ruairi’s mischievous nature had him chasing the other dragons again. “Where is he?” 

"Hwær eart þu?, Darragh?" Maximus called out, desperation evident in his tone. He waited a brief moment before calling out again, louder this time. "Cume nu, Darragh!" Absolute silence met his frantic calls. “Darragh never ignores a call. Something's wrong.”

As Maximus moved towards the forest, a wall of guards blocked his path, their faces impassive and cold. “Let me through!” he demanded, but they did not budge from their positions. “Something is wrong with my dragon, and you won’t keep me from him!”

“They’re dead.” Uther’s strong voice echoed through the square as he slowly walked down the castle steps, a knight on either side. The King’s gaze swept over the Dragonlords with his piercing blue eyes. 

“Uther, what did you do!?” Balinor demanded. He pushed his way to the front of the group, shielding them from Uther, ignoring the chill that ran down his spine. 

“How could you do that to them!?” Ozias cried. “They’ve done nothing!”

“Dragons are borne of magic,” Uther proclaimed. “They must be destroyed.”

Balinor growled, his magic thrumming underneath his skin as ice-cold disbelief and horror washed over him. Those were the last of the dragons; if what Uther said was true, that would mean… he clenched his hands into fists as he struggled to process the magnitude of their loss.

He took several deep breaths to try and calm the ragged gasps escaping him as he stared down Uther, searching for any sign that it was all a cruel joke. 

But Uther’s eyes held no hint of humour, only cold determination. As Balinor looked around at his fellow Dragonlords— their faces a mixture of shock, grief, and anger— he knew that Uther's words were true. The fate of the Dragonlords had changed in an instant, and now they truly did stand on the precipice of annihilation. 

“Kill them,” Uther ordered, his voice echoing through the square like a death knell.

Balinor’s mind raced when he realized he had to get his fellow Dragonlords out of Camelot before they were all slaughtered. They were a peaceful people, akin to Druids, and stood no chance against knights trained for death. 

Chaos erupted as the Knights charged toward the stunned Dragonlords, their swords gleaming in the sun. Balinor raised his arms, his fingers tracing ancient patterns in the air, invoking his magic.

 “Wágþeorl!” Balinor whispered his eyes glowing gold as the ground beneath the charging Knights’ feet began to shake and break violently, disorienting them and giving them precious seconds to flee. “Go, now!” Balinor urged them, and they scattered, scurrying past the fallen guards, looking for somewhere they could go until they could get out into the forest. 

With a flick of his wrist, Balinor conjured whipping cords of bright blue flames wrapped around several knights’ arms, forcing them to drop their weapons and allowing several Dragonlords to slip from their grasp. 

He skidded to a stop by Lazarus, who was frozen in place, eyes wide in terror, and grabbed him by the arm. Together, they sprinted out of range of the arrows that began flying from the castle's top. 

They crouched behind a towering stone statue of one of the past kings, watching closely for another opening. “Are you mad?” Lazarus panted, his face flush with adrenaline and fear. “We can’t outrun them!” 

Balinor smirked at his friend as he raised his hand, murmuring, “For-ûtan!” under his breath. A burst of energy shot from his fingertips, catching an approaching knight square in the chest, throwing them off their feet and into a wall, rendering them unconscious. “Go!” he urged Lazarus. “If you have a chance to escape, don’t look back. Any hesitation can mean your life!”

With a nod, Lazarus took off, sprinting through the chaos towards safety, leaving Balinor behind. As he watched his friend disappear into the fray, Balinor couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. Shaking it off, he turned his attention to Maximus, whom a group of menacing knights surrounded.

"Time for a watery surprise," Balinor muttered, conjuring snake-like ropes of water from a nearby fountain with a flick of his wrist. They slithered through the air, wrapping tightly around the knights as they struggled to maintain their balance. Balinor tightened the watery bonds with a satisfied grin, bringing the men to their knees.

"Go, Maximus!" he shouted above the din, earning a grateful nod from the burly Dragonlord as he escaped, the serpentine ropes of water dissolving back into harmless droplets.

"Go, Maximus indeed," came a voice behind him, causing Balinor to whirl around, ready to face yet another foe. But instead, he found himself staring into the amused eyes of Lazarus, who had apparently doubled back in the confusion.

"Really, old friend?" Lazarus teased, a wry smile playing on his lips. "You should know by now that I never listen."

Balinor rolled his eyes and couldn’t help but chuckle despite the circumstances. “Yes, I should have known better,” he replied dryly, clasping Lazarus on the shoulder. “Now, let’s get out of here.”

Balinor's eyes fell upon a horrifying sight as they navigated through the chaos and bloodshed. Aurelius, his childhood friend, lay prone on the ground, dark hair disheveled and eyes closed in what looked like sleep. Not far from him, Ivo's tall, slender frame was slumped lifelessly, his once-golden glittering powers fading from existence right before their very eyes.

"By the dragons..." Balinor whispered, anguish gripping his heart as he watched Ozias, another dear friend, almost make it to the gates before a ruthless knight tore him down mercilessly. The Dragonlord's powers quickly left his body, disappearing into the void like those of Ivo.

"Stay focused, Balinor," Lazarus urged solemnly, his eyes filled with sorrow. "We can grieve later. Right now, we need to get out of here."

"Right," Balinor agreed, though the weight of the losses pressed heavily upon him. With a deep breath, he decided to split off from Lazarus, using his magic to slip unnoticed into the castle, seeking refuge and a chance to regroup with Kilgharrah, whom he could still feel was alive.

His eyes glowed as he made himself invisible, forcing his breath to quieten. He pressed himself against the cold stone wall, watching, wide-eyed, as knights passed before him, sometimes as close as mere centimeters away.

Once the coast was clear, Balinor slipped up the stairs and into the open door of the castle. Outside, it was too covered in Knights for him to be able to leave; he would have to stay in the castle until early morning. 

His footsteps were light and calculated, his piercing eyes scanning every shadow for hidden dangers. The familiar halls of Camelot seemed foreign and menacing now, and the tension of being hunted within these walls made each step feel like an eternity. 

Balinor…

As he moved through the dimly lit corridors, Balinor felt the familiar presence of Kilgharrah in his mind. Kilgharrah?

Balinor… you must escape…

Balinor looked frantically around him. Kilgharrah, where are you, old friend? There weren’t many places they could have hidden a dragon in Camelot.

Find Giaus, he will help you… you must escape. You are the only one left…

I can’t just leave you! Balinor protested.

Find Giaus, Balinor… find Giaus and escape…

‘Kilgharrah!’ Balinor growled and looked around, thinking of all the hidden places he and Uther had found when they were children. Kilgharrah was close; he could feel him. He just couldn’t get a read on where.

“Where would one hide a dragon?” Balinor muttered, his fingers running across the stone walls in thought. 

“I imagine in the caves below Camelot, but that’s just me.” A voice came from behind him.

“Gaius!” Balinor yelped and turned, nearly tripping over his cape. “How can you see me?”

“I’ve magic of my own.” The older man said with a smile. “Very little of it, mind.”

"Kilgharrah is near, but I can't pinpoint his location," Balinor said urgently. "We need to get him out of here."

Gaius nodded solemnly. "I understand your concern for Kilgharrah, but we must prioritize your escape first. He is safe for the time being."

"Safe?" Balinor sputtered. "How can you be sure?"

"Trust me, Balinor.” Gaius motioned with his head towards a flight of stairs leading to the castle's lower floors. “The caves below Camelot are well-fortified and hard to access. It'll take them time to reach him. You, on the other hand, are in far greater danger."

Balinor hesitated, and Kilgharrah must have felt it because a quick Go with him was yelled in his mind by the irritable dragon. He relented with a heavy sigh. “Very well, help me escape, and then I shall return for Kilgharrah when it is safer to do so.”

Gaius nodded and began to lead Balinor deeper into the castle. They moved quickly and quietly, navigating through hidden passages that even Balinor and Uther hadn’t found in their youth. As they prepared for their departure, Balinor caught sight of Hunith, her eyes filled with sorrow and worry.”

Balinor's heart shattered as he held Hunith in his arms, their bodies pressed together in a desperate embrace. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the remnants of their shared sorrow. "I'm sorry," he whispered against her hair, feeling like a failure for not being able to stay with her or protect his people. "I never wanted this for us," Balinor whispered, his voice trembling with regret. "But I will do what must be done."

Hunith clung to him as if she could hold onto him forever, knowing that this may be their last chance to say goodbye. She buried her face in his chest and tried to hold back her sobs. She could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, and it pained her that he had to carry such a heavy burden.

"Promise me you'll come back to me," she pleaded, looking up at him with tear-stained eyes.

"I promise," he replied, his voice breaking with emotion.

Their gazes locked, and time seemed to stand still as they held onto each other, their hearts beating as one. The intensity of their love radiated between them like a blazing fire that could never be extinguished.

In a rush of passion and desperation, they pressed their lips together in a fervent kiss, pouring all of their love and longing into each other.

But even as time seemed to stand still and the universe mourned their parting, Gaius cleared his throat, reminding them of the limited time they had left.

As they reluctantly pulled away, their eyes locked once more. "This is not goodbye," Balinor whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. 

"It's 'see you later'." Hunith let out a wet laugh before pulling away from him. "Go now and be safe," she said with a brave smile. 

With a last tender kiss to her cheek, Balinor and Gaius vanished into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of bittersweet memories and an uncertain future. As they made their way through the dark corridors, Balinor couldn't help but feel a pang of grief for his fallen brethren, fear for what was to come, and overwhelming love for the woman he was leaving behind. 

He set his jaw as they neared the exit, a strange mixture of grief and relief filling his body. He would escape with his life, but at what cost? His fellow Dragonlords were gone, their dragons slaughtered, and the woman he loved left behind under a tyrant's rule.

“Stay focused, Balinor,” Gaius murmured, sensing his struggle. 

"Indeed," Balinor replied, swallowing hard, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "We must honor their memory by ensuring their sacrifice was not in vain."

It was then that they reached a hidden door leading out into the night. With one final glance back at the castle that had once been his home, Balinor stepped through the doorway and into an uncertain future.

Part 2

[ask-de-writer]

I WOULD LIKE TO THANK

@man1nblack76 for READING, LIKING and REBLOGGING

FRIEND AND THE IMPERIAL EGGS, part 1 of 7

An MLP Fan Fiction

[egophiliac]

About ob mal's alt, I feel like we'll get the prince outfit with the broken horn. Every ob guy got a new look during book 7 so even tho their dressup would be different (except Azul he just takes off some accessories lol) I think it'd kinda fit? What do you think

I want it to be this, just because I want Malleus' little Meleanor-cosplay to be attainable in some way. 🙏 I need to see everybody in Briar Valley royal outfits immediately. hometown event WHEN

(and of course, this is all besides how much I need the world's littlest punk rocker on my home screen)

[mikibagels]

It's all yours buddy 💛 Click here for previous artwork set in the same universe.

[emilicorail]

In reality this game really looks lovely

There's too many things I couldn't capture...I really love how they made it by mixing 2D and 3D !

[popadoot]

silly gyjolings for the @johnnyshrine summoning circle

[takimakiiiii]

meet me in shanghai!

part 8 to the ¡Cosmic Girl Records!

summary: the shanghai grand prix in underway! as the weekend approaches you figure out maybe ollie’s the sensitive gf in the relationship. the usual 2019 rookie banter you never get tired of, also mercedes admin beef with y/n ⁉️

pairing: ollie bearman x mercedes fem engineer!reader & reader x platonic!f1grid

tw!: mention of killing, kill yourself jokes, threatening, swearing, italian (kimi) slander (i’m sorry😖)

a/n: i haven’t done one of these in ages but i got the motivation from the new season to bring back the cosmic girl records, so here you are, enjoy!

liked by olliebearman, landonorris, lilymhe, alex_albon, charles_leclerc and 2,789,557 others 

unfortunatelyy/n: exploring shanghai w my girlies 🤭

tagged: lilymhe and alexandrasaintmleux

user1: WE ARE BEING FEDDDD 

user2: guys what if i died from y/n’s lethal face card 

alexandrasaintmleux: my fave girls 💗

 unfortunatelyy/n: 🤍

user7: this trio is one to rival the 2019 rookies fr 

 landonorris: 🤨

 alex_albon: 🤨

 georgerussell64: 🤨

 user8: YOU SUMMONED THEM

 user10: they’re like demons 

 unfortunatelyy/n: agreed.

olliebearman: without me. . .? 💔

 unfortunatelyy/n: ur sitting right next to me pal 

 user3: pal 😭

 unfortunatelyy/n: gotta put a dude in his place fr 

 user4: IM SORRY I CACKLED 

 olliebearman: dude? just say you hate me 😔💔

 unfortunatelyy/n: so dramatic geez 🙄

lilymhe: we were such explorers today 

 unfortunatelyy/n: FR‼️

 lilymhe: you’re the boots to my dora 🤭

 user5: that’s w rizz right there 

 unfortunatelyy/n: woah that’s so romantic 😍

 alex_albon: EVERY SINGLE TIME 

 user9: oop 

 alex_albon: WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FEEL THE NEED TO STEAL MY GIRLFRIEND 

 unfortunatelyy/n:  well you see that depends, do you mean hypothetically or literally 

 alex_ albon: BOTH 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i think the real question is why is it so easy 🤨

 alex_albon: girl stfu

 unfortunatelyy/n: i rest my case 🙌 

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unfortunatelyy/n: karting w the gang

tagged: kimi.antonelli, olliebearman, landonorris, alex_albon and georgerussell64

user1: i see that the gang has new members now 

 user2: do you think they have a blood pact 

 user3: maybe they have a gang handshake 

 landonorris: can confirm we do 

 user10: TO WHICH ONE 😭

 georgerussell64: y/n made us 

 unfortunatelyy/n: I DID NOT 

alex_albon: that’s exactly what someone who did would say 

 unfortunatelyy/n: “that’s exactly what someone who did would say☝️🤓”

 user4: ngl he’s probably used to it at this point😭

 alex_albon: kys 

unfortunatelyy/n: perhaps not

 user5: she’s him fr 

user15: y/n’s relationship with the 2019 rookies is so dear to me you don’t understand

kimi.antonelli: remember when you lost today that was funny 

 unfortunatelyy/n: YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T SAY ANYTHING 

 kimi.antonelli: i lied. 

 unfortunately/yn: that’s it. just you wait, i hope you’re looking forward to this weekend 

 kimi.antonelli: wait, what does that mean 

 kimi.antonelli: y/n 

 kimi.antonelli: answer my calls y/n

 kimi.antonelli: i see you online, answer me 🙏

 user10: little bro is COOKED 

 user11: that’s also his engineer right there 😭

user12: dawg isn’t gonna survive this weekend, i fear 

olliebearman: so i’m just “gang” now? 💔

 unfortunatelyy/n: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY 

 user6: he’s just a girl 🎀

unfortunatelyy/n: a girl that’s getting on my nerves right now 

 user7: do we think he’s still alive

 landonorris: can confirm he is not 

unfortunatelyy/n: has anyone ever told you how helpful you are?

 landonorris: yes actually they have

 unfortunatelyy/n: well they’re lying to you

 user8: HELP 😭

 user9: aaand sassy y/n’s back 

 alex_albon: unfortunately so

 unfortunatelyy/n: kys mwah🫶

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unfortunatelyy/n: i got hacked. who are these homeless guys 

user1: kimi just casually throwing up gang signs 

 user2: he’s so pookie fr 

landonorris: this was not the intention of these photos 

unfortunatelyy/n: good. 

olliebearman: I SAID SORRY ALREADY WHY 

 unfortunatelyy/n: because i hate you (said with love) 

landonorris: you disgust me 

 unfortunatelyy/n: shut up mr situationship guy or i’ll tag magui (threat)

landonorris: consider me shut upped (not a threat) 

carlossainz55: ah so this is why they had your phone today

 unfortunatelyy/n: it felt like forever💔

 landonorris: you’re a phone addict okay we were helping you 

unfortunatelyy/n: I AM NOT 

 landonorris: stage 1: denial 

 unfortunatelyy/n: what if i killed you (threat) 

 landonorris: i’d report you (threat) 

 unfortunatelyy/n: you’d be dead by then (threat) 

landonorris: not if i kill you first (threater threat) 

nicole.piastri: what if i killed you both for acting like children (threat) 

user8: MAMA PIASTRI?  user10: OSCAR’S MUM HELLO??

 user9: well that certainly shut them up 

kimi.antonelli: am i getting fired for this

 user4: bro’s fighting for his life rn with his pr i just know it 

 user5: we need an update @unfortunatelyy/n 

 unfortunatelyy/n: shhhh, toto is deciding whether or not to fire him or not (i voted yes) 

totowolff_original: i would appreciate it if you did not spread misinformation online y/n

 unfortunatelyy/: am. . . I. . .  fired. . . ? 

 totowolff_original: i am deciding 

 user6: WOAH i did not know toto was chill like that😭

user7: he’s such a diva fr 

 kimi.antonelli: HAHAHAH see that’s what you get y/n

 unfortunatelyy/n: stfu italian pasta boy 

 mercedesamgf1: maybe we should begin that pr training y/n . . . 

 unfortunatelyy/n: NO WAIT 

 unfortunatelyy/n: PLEASE I BEG 

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unfortunatelyy/n: me at work when i get told i actually have to do my job 

charles_leclerc: what did i do to you

unfortunatelyy/n: live.

user1: she is NEVER letting that go 

user2: it’s part of their lore 

 user3: only the og’s know 🔥

georgerussell64: that is a very unflattering photo of me 

 unfortunatelyy/n: that is why i chose it 

georgerussell64: right. 

 user6: they’ll just never get you like we do y/n😔

oscarpiastri: okay what the flip 

unfortunatelyy/n: i’m sorry it’s the only photo that came up on google when i searched staring into the abyss and questioning life 

 oscarpiastri: fair enough 👍

 user4: classic oscar reaction 

user5: not the thumbs up😭

 user8: dad ahh thumbs up reaction 

 unfortunatelyy/n: see, he gets it he’s just a chill guy fr unlike the others 🙄

 unfortunatelyy/n: *cue the chill guy theme song 

 landonorris: sometimes i wonder how you’ve made it this far 

 unfortunatelyy/n: idk if i should be flattered or insulted 

landonorris: how, what, yk what nevermind and open the front door i've been standing here for 10 minutes 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i know i can see you through the cameras 

 user9: I CACKLED?

 landonorris: OPEN THE MFING DOOR RIGHT NOW I NEED TO USE THE BATHROom 

 unfortunatelyy/n: whoopsies 

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unfortunatelyy/n: dawg that’s my driver we’re cooked 

user1: LMAO?😭

user2: he knew this was coming 😭

kimi.antonelli: mama mia what is this 

 user3: oh god i think we all know what’s coming next 

 unfortunatelyy/n: “mama mia🤌🇮🇹🍝🍕🥖” 

 kimi.antonelli: WHY IS THERE A BAGUETTE 

 unfortunatelyy/n: too far im sorry. 

 kimi.antonelli: i hope you know that this weekend i’m not listening to you over the radio 

 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s okay sometimes i turn it off anyways 

 kimi.antonelli: WOW. 

 user4: see kids, this is what you call a healthy racer engineer relationship 

maxverstappen1: i would appreciate it if you did not attack my grid child like this 

 unfortunatelyy/n: OMG who’s the father? is it charles 

 charles_leclerc: what.

maxverstappen1: what. 

 unfortunatelyy/n: omg what? who said that?

 landonorris: HAHAHAHAH

 user5: i can literally imagine him rolling on the ground rn 

 unfortunatelyy/n: at least someone appreciates my humour 

 landonorris: only this once

 user6: wholesome y/n and lando interaction for once?

 unfortunatelyy/n: absolutely not that message was typed with pure spite and hate 

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unfortunatelyy/n: out n about w the huzz

tagged: olliebearman

user1: PLEASE TELL ME HUZZ IN THIS CONTEXT MEANS HUSBAND 

user2: they’re like 20 chill 😭😭

user3: she’s really mastered the art of clipping ollie

 user12: if you think THIS is her clipping ollie you should see her other posts 

user7: her posts about him are so cutesy i cant 

user8: i’ll just be crying happy tears in the corner don’t mind me 

olliebearman: i approve of these photos 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i tried my best but there were just no bad ones from recently😔 

 olliebearman: . . . i’m just gonna pretend you didn’t say that

 unfortunatelyy/n: okay 🤗

user9: cause of death - cuteness overload 

user10: who’s crying? i’m not crying you’re crying wtf 

user11: no disgusted lando in the comments?

 landonorris: oh im still here i just choose peace right now 

 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s new.  

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unfortunatelyy/n: IT’S RACE DAY RAHHHHHH🔥🔥🔥 (time to actually do my job) 

mercedesamgf1: 👀

 unfortunatelyy/n: how’s it going admin?

 mercedesamgf1: how’s the pr training going y/n?

 unfortunatelyy/n: i was joking💔

 mercedesamgf1: so were we 

user1: destined to be best friends forced to be enemies 😔

user1: y/n who do you think is going to win today

 unfortunatelyy/n: idk but i have a feeling mercedes is gonna be pretty good 

 mercedesamgf1: 🤨

 unfortunatelyy/n: I SAID PRETTY GOOD OKAY 

 mercedesamgf1: 🙄

user2: y/n and mercedes admin beef goes crazyyy

 unfortunatelyy/n: ikr like what 

 mercedesamgf1: 😠

 unfortunatelyy/n: OH MY GOSH GO AWAY 

 mercedesamgf1: perhaps not 

 user3: we NEED to know who admin is rn 

 user4: NAME DROP PLS ADMIN 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i would also like to know the name of the person WHO WON’T GET OFF MY ASS 

user5: what’s the probability of it being kimi 

 unfortunatelyy/n: oh gawd 

a/n: thanks for reading! i hope you have an amazing day and stay safe!!

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[xia0ming56]

The Dream {Ending}

[mxchibomb]

Content. MDNI 18+

friend of jolyne! reader who has a crush on her dad. friend of jolyne! who selfishly meets her dad in his office after she falls asleep.

 pushing your tired legs over his big shoulders made your stomach drop and your cunt pulse. he was in great shape, washboard abs pressing against your soft tummy and his thick arms bulging while he towered above you. 

 you whined needily as he slid his red, wet tip against your sopping hole. he only spread your wetness along your sensitive, puffy folds.

 you were dripping in your own slick, squelching disgustingly as he bullied his way into your tight pussy, pushing past the ring of muscle with a girth you've never experienced before. a whimper ripped from your throat as he took his time to bottom out, pulsing veins dragging against your hugging walls. ohー he was so big. fat, pudgy tip pushing right up against your cervix when he finally made his way all the way in, forming that cute little tummy bulge you knew all too well with him. you always seemed so innocent around jolyne until you had him stuffing you full of every inch he had. and you've never felt so filled.

 black hair wet with sweat, his usually pulled back hair falling forward. dew drops of bodily secretions hanging off its threads and his skin in a film of clear wetness. he was so hot. beautiful.

 "so.. tight." his thick eyebrows scrunched, cerulean eyes peering at your weak body in his secure hold. your ankles wobbled with his harsh thrusts by the sides of his head, nails digging crescents into his nape as you held on for dear life.

 "jotaro- too good, fuuucckkk.." he wasn't scared to tear at your poor body, his sweet little rag doll. relentless thrusts having your whole body jerk and you call out his name each time he slammed against your squishy, soppy walls. your poor, aching throat struggled to keep your cries at bay, eyes reaching all the way into the depths of their sockets.

 "any louder and jolyne will find out you're fucking her father." it was half genuine, half teasing. you could hear that naughty barely smirk of his. jotaro was a little nasty. mocking you for being so loud on that fat cock of his. and with a cock like his came arrogance.

 " 'm sorryyy. fuucckkー"

 you felt your muscles stretch as his calloused hands pushed your shaking knees all the way to your ears to pound into your loud cunt, pushing the limits of your weakened body. you've felt him deep, now you felt him deeper. his wide hips pushing into the backs of your thighs roughly and his pelvis hitting yours with echoing 'plaps!' it hurt, but it hurt so good. and you were just soaking him.

 "god, yesss. 'm cumming !" 

 "you're makin' such a mess." he grunted huskily, taking note of the loud sloshes of your dewy pussy soaking into the towel he put underneath you on his office couch. he could feel the pulse of you around him, your slick creating a thin sheen of liquid along his shaft and a white ring around the base.

 he was seemingly unphased, but you could see the panicked bob of his adams apple as he swallowed and his neck strain to contain his wild grunts as he feverishly fucked into you. your greedy cunt squeezed him so deliciousy, tugging and pulling to just keep his cock inside of you.

 your mouth was just as dirty as your pussy, with slobber pooling out of both, a wet tear falling from your cheek.

 " 'taroooo" one more time, you could feel it coming. he leaned down, eager lips chasing your soft, pink pillows of a drooling mouth. flavored by cigarettes and expensive beer, spit swirled in a nasty kiss, tongues dancing in a needy tango. your hips swirled underneath him and your thighs shivered, heaving against his hot mouth.

 "cummin' again !" your high pitched, whiny pleas muffled against his spit soaked lips. 

 "i know." he stated like a fact, the slightest of coos cheering you on to let go. your fingers dug deep against his scalp, tugging harshly at his black semi curls.

 "oh fuck" he inhaled sharply as you squeezed him like a vice, clenching cunt in a bear grip. "with a pussy like this, I would've given you a baby if i didn't have jolyne. she's just pulling me in." fuck that sounded good and if you thought you couldn't get any wetter, that phrase alone started another series of loud gushes. you whined, squirming away from him in sensitivity. "she likes the idea of that." he hummed with a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. he was talking to your pussy like she was talking for you. he always knew what you liked, what got it going.

 "maybe next time." he purred, interrupted as a groan tore itself from his throat. his soaked cock pushed into you a few more times before pulling himself out to slam his heavy weighted cock against your sticky folds. thick, heavy cream flew out in short spurts to decorate your twitching clit like a splatter painting. he panted from the physical exertion, coming down from his high as he massaged his slowly softening cock against your white painted slit, threatening to push his cum inside of your exhausted hole.

"still going shopping with jolyne tomorrow?" he asked, soft kisses kissing over your shiny skin covered in both your sweat and his. you hummed tiredly in a yes, arms falling from his nape to rest gently upon his broad built shoulders. "i'll send money to your account."

 you shook your head in complete exhaustion, tapping your fingers against the pink star on his left shoulder to remind yourself to keep your consciousness.

 "don't need to do that." you whined softly as his strong arms lifted you from your position, your legs finally falling from the high position they were once at. a large hand came to sit you upright, but your poor, tuckered out body only slumped back against the back of the couch. hiding his smile, he ruffled your hair.

 "i'll get you some water. we need to get you back to jolyne's room."

trying out new writing styles until i find one i like <3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

book 7 chapter 13 part 1 thoughts!

***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 13 OF THE MAIN STORY!!*** This spans part 295 to part 327.

Part 2 of this update will be out on the 10th of this month.

Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that roughly unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.

WOW awful way to start this update off 💀 They’re falling from the sky and L*ONA TAKES chARGE AnD THELLS tHe otHER thURD yEARSTO TO NOT juDt FALL BUT FucKING DO SmTH… So him, Cater, and Trey use wind magic to cushion everyone’s fall.

We land on the sandy beaches of Ace’s dream. Ortho picked this spot because it has the lowest chance of encountering darkness. (zbxjsbkwdhks Cute scene of L*ona shaking sand off of himself…) Ortho worries because he still has not regained connection with Idia’s tablet.

Sebek yoinks Grim out of the sand and checks on Yuu but ignores Adeuce, who are right next to us www

Trey initiates the card soldier roll call, with Ace counting off as 1, Deuce as 2, himself as 3, and Cater as 4. They realize Riddle isn’t there and panic until Leona informs them he’s probably in that “third layer” of his dream, where he is confronted with his truest, darkest self. Omg… Leona calls that third layer “the abyss” because there was nothing else there, just “the darkness, quietly opening its maw.” SO THAT’S WHY THIS BOOK IS CALLED RULER OF TGE ABYSS, EH…

Trey begins to worry like a dad looking for his lost child (Leona’s description, not mine lol). Leona tells Trey Riddle’s strong enough to hold his own in the abyss (which I guess is his way of reassuring Trey 😂).

Ortho expresses frustration that he can’t do anything right now. If he dream hops again without Idia’s cloaking + other tech support, Malleus will surely notice them. The group decides to try and recover for now. They also reassure Ortho that he has done a lot for them.

LEONA FUCKED OFF TO NAP, BTW 💀 Bro cannot be bothered to deal with a crying kid…

Silver like. Grabs Ortho and tries to squeeze him to help release tension from his muscles. It’s something Lilia taught him. Silver shares that he understands how he feels. Ortho continues to worry that they may “lose” Idia and that he’ll break his promise to their parents (to stop them from “losing” another son). HE STARTS CRYING… Sebek shouts at Trey to do something, because him just standing there and pointing out that crying’s expected in situations like this isn’t helping. So Trey strokes Ortho’s head and provides comfort.

Everyone kinda falls asleep together on the beach?? And Ortho hears his mom’s voice. Mr. and Mrs. Shroud appear via holograms!

Shroud parents tell everyone that Malleus has invaded Idia’s dream. For now, he cannot quite barge in due to the technomantic shield in place, but Idia can only hold him off for so long. They worry about the discovery of the cheat tool Idia was working on to help them fight Malleus. Mrs. Shroud shows them a photo of recent transmission from Idia’s dream. However, the quality is pretty bad.

LOL WHYmS THAT lOOK LIKE A MISSING chILD IMGAGE…

The Heartslabyul students spot Riddle in the corner of Idia’s picture. Ortho is a little relieved that Riddle can support him, but then the others point out that Riddle and Idia have clashing personalities + cannot get along. Trey says we should put our trust in those two…

Idia wants Riddle to keep Malleus busy while he works on the cheat tool. He provides Riddle with magic coding books and tells him to read them in 3 minutes or so???? Riddle claims it’s impossible but Idia goads him saying Riddle can memorize the Queen’s 810 laws and all school rules but not this??? His big head’s ready too full, so he can’t hold more info? Okay then stick a pacifier in your mouth and let us game over :v Riddle gets annoyed but then swears he’ll memorize all the coding manuals in 2 minutes, not 3, since he owes Idia for all of his help so far.

Uhhh I think they use a coding program thing (not sure of terminology) called Spell Forge. Riddle uses a stylus called InQuill to fill out the gaps in the protection spell’s construction, since he prefers doing things by hand rather than typing (Idia uses a unique keyboard with weird shaped keys and very few of them).

New mini game thing…? Where we basically just punch in the letters displayed up top.

Malleus is made aware of Riddle’s presence and tries to meddle using frost and electricity magic. Riddle has one more book to read… he likens the coding to solving a crossword puzzle.

Malleus breaks the door off?! But Idia needs Riddle to entertain him for 3 more minutes so he can finish his cheat tool.

AgHHHhHhHHH SudDENLy…?! Ignihyde-themed main screen reboot?!

YOu’RE JOKING…

TWST iS IdIA’/s FRiGGin’ CHEAT TOOL???????? 😭

Oh my god, he had Malleus trapped on the home screen and he cannot move without “player input” 😭

Boss!!!Idia has a cool new jacket that helps him optimize his performance. If he gets a new SSR, it might feature this jacket.

We also see S.T.Y.X.'s headquarters! On the large screens in the back, you can spot some battle map plans.

UMMMMMMM Idia summons us all as SSRs via the Mirror Chamber… HE SAYS THE SAME THING THE MIRROR OF DARKNESS DOES… The exact same animations for pulling them from the gacha play. I show one example with Ortho below, but he does this for all of the cast, excluding Lilia and Malleus. (D-Does this canonize our gacha pulls...?????)

... By the way, Idia hacked himself infinity gems and 999 keys + rigged the rates to always pull SSR OTL We all wish this was us…

We’re brought to HQ to talk about our next steps. Idia moves Malleus to various isolated battle maps (with that dorm’s members there) to slowly whittle him down. Each OB boy is granted the ability to take on their OB form, which enhances their powers. LMAO they all start complaining about how lame Dream Form Change is but Idia mutes them 💀

Silver, Sebek, Yuu, and Grim are with Idia, everyone else is with their dorm members. Yuu and Grim ate going to grant support on the battle maps via the Twst app 💀 Heals, buffs, that kind of thing. They’re being very literal with us being the strategist here. Ortho meanwhile is going to go wake up the staff (bless, idk if I could have handled like 60 extra parts of waking them up too).

Silver asks about Lilia, who wasn’t summoned. Idia says he was not able to bring Lilia since he never handed him an invite.

Silver lets everyone know that Lilia is his father. (asdhbasa Cater and Kalim think he was talking about a teacher..._

Pomefiore is especially touched by Silver’s love for his father, so they volunteer to be the first to step up and fight Malleus.

OKAY OKAY SO

There’s like 6 battle maps, each of them involving the OB boy changing into their OB forms and then kicking Malleus but Malleus still manages to resist every time. Idia has to intervene to prevent him from turning us into charcoal and isolate him to the next map. There’s a lot of extra dialogue on each map, but the gist of it is we see the members of each dorm fighting alongside each other, along with some commentary interjected from members of other dorms (via projections/holograms). I’m pretty sure this is meant to show how far they’ve come in willingness to cooperate with each other, because previous battle maps did not have nearly THIS much dialogue. Before going to the next battle map, we always get a brief scene of the next dorm chatting about what happened in their dreams and then psyching themselves up for their turn to bash Malleus.

Mrs, Shroud gets in contact with her son!! She had trouble because Idia kept her account blocked. He’s embarrassed to face his mom after she’s been digging around in his computer.

Mr. Shroud also appears! He lets us know that they’re looking for a mystium in order to craft weapons that can take Malleus down, since his dragon scales are very tough. Baur (in the real world, not the dream) has joined the search as well.

Silver and Sebek realized that Lilia’s magearm contains mystium. However, it was wrapped up and shipped to the Land of Crimson Long to join Lilia in retirement. Mr. Shroud moves to contact the countries the magearm would have to pass through to get to its destination. They MUST intercept the package!

Heartslabyul is happy to reunite with Riddle. He apologizes for causing them trouble, but Ace scolds their dorm leader for thinking he can order Cater + Trey to stop him and Deuce from trying to pull him from the darkness and then going missing for a while. And now Riddle thinks he can resolve things with a simple “sorry”? There’s so much more to say!

UHHHHHH Ace starts bawling and the seniors comfort him 💦 Riddle praises Adeuce for getting their UMs. Cater says Ace must be jealous that Trey comforyed Ortho earlier??? AcE wHInES THAT THE SENIORS ShOULD LOvE hiM AnD DEUCE Ghe mOst 😭 Bro… you chose now to unleash all of your brat energy…

LOL Ace wishes Riddle learned how to comfort people instead of magic engineering… He gives Riddle’s apology 30 points.

Riddle confirms he is one month older than Ace. The seniors say Riddle is an underclassman too and start being all “aww you guys are so cute!”

Mmm so after the battles, the participants are transported to a virtual infirmary space to recover.

chzjsvejdhoawjn Idia didn’t wake the teachers first because they’d just be annoying??? 😭 Not sure if I understood that part correctly.

Azul worries that they’re violating the other dreamers’ privacies by peering into their dreams via the STORY function of the app. He then decides he should peek anyway because the dreams may contain weaknesses and secrets he can take advantage of. Idia calls Octa away for their battle map before he can.

Oh, there’s a specialist mage known as a… Returner?? They can use long range transfer magic, even being able to transfer a large number of people across long distances. Sebek realizes that humans and fae can work together to minimize damage from Malleus’s magic.

They’re able to intercept the magearm!! Either Silver’s blessing, S.T.Y.X. begins to process it into weapons for Silver and Sebek to use.

Kalim casually asks Jamil how he’s doing 😭 (since his cheeks were swollen from Kalim punching him)… He mentions that he thinks Jamil and Azul are very similar (which Jamil is insulted by) and that he even though his dream!Jamil was fun, it wasn’t the real Jamil. “It was like looking into a mirror.” Kalim admits that even though some people cannot be friends (wow, character development for him??), it is those differences that make the world an interesting place. He prefers that kind of world.

Jamil agrees with Kalim. Jewels are called jewels and not stones because they’re hard to get. He’s sure that jewels are formed through hardship… a lot of heat and pressure.

LOL???? Kalim says it’s great they were able to make up. “Hah? When did we make up?” — Jamil, #1 Kalim Hater (Kalim also tries to plead with Malleus to stop this and make up, but of course that doesn’t work.)

Idia’s getting overwhelmed managing everything. Have no fear!! Ortho comes in with Ignihyde Mobs A, B, and C, who provide backup with their technical know-how!

LMxnhdsjafTahwj Leona’s chomping at the bit to beat up Malleus 😭 Later on, Ortho says he's so impressed with his group's teamwork, which Leona brushes off. sdhasbyofayil IDIA GETS MAD AT LEONA FOR BRUSHING OFF ORTHO'S HEARTFELT PRAISE

S.T.Y.X. finishes processing the mystium! They create the Sword of Truth and Shield of Virtue, as well as Harmonia Frame/Armor. When equipped, the armor will change into the shape that best suits its pilot.

The sword is given to Silver and the shield to Sebek. It’s the opposite of their stances in their Dorm Uniform cards—Silver is standing defensively but Sebek is standing offensively, yet the items they are granted are the reverse.

There’s a battery in the item(s???) that will allow them to fire off a powerful beam, but it is limited to 2 uses.

A dragon’s horns store magical energy and amplify power…? So you have to be careful with those. Apparently it is the horns that affect the weather, which is why Malleus’s mood alters it.

They think they can take Malleus out just by grazing the corner of his horns? So accuracy is important. Silver and Sebek will train in a virtual space to prepare.

Silver and Sebek say farewell to Yuu and Grim. Silver wants to be able to meet them again when he wakes up 😭 AWWWWW

Idia and Ortho go off to have their battle map with Malleus. WaH ORTHO 🥺 He says he and Idia were able to have an adventure at NRC… the same thing he promised when they were kids…

OH MY GOD WTF 💀

Idia uses his UM to open Tartarus and summon his own Phantom army to help him fight Malleus and his army of darkness. Phantom!Ortho rises up too??!!!?!! AND GE GOES BUMBBUMBUMB 😭 and compliments robo!Ortho’s new gear, calling it cute… 🥰

I can't believe all three Shroud brothers came together for this... INCLUDING THE DEAD ONE

Malleus keeps pushing his agenda and Idia counters by saying he hates having others impose their views on him. Does Malleus realize it yet? He’s a ruler of evil, not of good.

AHHHHHH crap OTL Malleus rescinds his blessing (because he finally realizes Idia and co. are only able to stand up to him because of dream hacking. But in the real world, they’re only a smidgen of his strength—so now he’s removing the thons and taking this fight into the real world.

THAT’S WHERE THIS UPDATE ENDS…

I did not think they would stretch the final fight out to be THIS long, but lo and behold, Twst proved me wrong 💀 Again, not a fan of this pacing but I understand what the thought process behind it probably was ("we need to show everyone working together, everyone needs their time to shine!"). I especially felt that Heartslabyul's segment was way too long, but perhaps that's a byproduct of how many members there are there??

asdilbyailbyraiyorqo3iyrt3768ot3aegoffwOI I THINK I SPEAK FOR ALL OF US WHEN I SAY MY MIND WAS BLOWN WHEN I SAW IDIA'S "CHEAT TOOL" WAS TWISTED WONDERLAND ITSELF 💀 To use the design of a mobile gacha game to contain the Big Bad, as well as to summon the heroes to save the day... That's so meta??? I just have no words for this other than that, I've been stunned into silence. How very fitting for the otaku to use THIS as his oh-so-clever solution 💦💦💦

Even though I want more than anything for book 7 to just END already, I will say that I liked how minor characters are being pulled into this fight as well. We have tons of support from the Shroud parents and S.T.Y.X. staff, Ortho going to fetch the NRC staff (I assume they will be appearing later?), other family members pitching in (Maleficia, Baur, OG!Ortho), and even RANDOM MOB STUDENTS. As a mob student appreciator, you cannot believe how much I love that for them. It feels like everyone genuinely plays an important role in this story, not just the main cast of NRC.

The highlight for me as definitely the Shroud brothers reunion. HJBDSBYIAFIS I KNOW IT'S JSUT A DREAM AND OG!ORTHO CAN'T ACTUALLY RISE FROM THE DEAD WHENEVER HE LIKES IRL BUT I LOVE THE IDEA OF WANTING TO STRIKE DOWN A MAN SO BAD YOU DEFY THE LAWS OF LIFE AND DEATH TO DO IT. He gets along so well with robo!Ortho and has a mischievously cute side to him 😭

This update makes mystium and its properties relevant again (it was mentioned like once in the beginning of book 7). It's so cool that what was Lilia's weapon of war back then is now reborn into a world-saving sword and shield for his disciples to use. It feels like a dad passing on his family heirloom to the next generation.

Speaking of Lilia???? Surely he'll rejoin us next time, right????? RIGHT??????? ?? ?? ??? ? Maybe with the staff??? And since the thorns have retreated... maybe we'll even get backup from RSA students and mages from other countries (since this is an international incident now)??????? ???? ? WILL ALL OF TWISTED WONDERLAND COME TOGETHER TO COLLECTIVELY KICK MALLEUS'S ASS...

UUUUUUUUUUGGHGHHHHHHHH H HHH H HHHHH HH H HH OTL *rakes hands over my face* My stomach's clenching in anticipation for the conclusion, but I'm not even sure if next time will even wrap everything up 💦 How will it go…? The 10th can’t come soon enough…

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

It had been a long few minutes since he'd opened the door and there were a lot of questions running through Dick's head. Most pressing of which was how this kid seems to have information he should not have.

"How did you..?" he asked, but the words wouldn't leave completely. There's so much he wants to know, so much he wants to ask.

"How do I what?" Danny tilted his head like the child he seems to be is.

"How do you know?" Dick knows he sounds weak. There's no hiding that, but there are a lot of implications in what the kid has said so far and none of it is painting a very happy picture for him.

"Oh!" Danny had the audacity to smile, "You want to know how I know you moonlight as a vigilante!" And of course he knows. Dick knows he knows, but he'd held a little bit of hope that the child Danny was mistaken. Danny's smile softened a bit as he explained, "Your hair and voice match up in both jobs almost perfectly. Not to mention your build and how you hold yourself. There's also the matter of your overall vibes, but that's not something living beings can normally pick up on." Excuse him? "Well, not living humans, at least, so no worries on that end!"

"Excuse me?" Dick was fairly sure his heart just stopped beating for a moment there.

"Anyway, I was a hero back home for a while, too. I know what it's like to have to walk the tightrope between maintaining a civilian cover and a hero persona. I know how it feels to have to keep secrets from everyone because anyone who knows will be in danger." he rambled, Though, admittedly, our circumstances are quite different. I was working as a hero all hours of the day as well as going to school. You only have to worry about properly balancing between day and night jobs. Either way, me having more to bounce between just makes me al the more qualified to help you!"

Oh. Oh he did not like that. He didn't like a single thing that just came out of the kid's mouth. Because that's what he is, a kid. "Are you...Are you alright?"

"Not in the slightest," Danny admitted with an even smaller smile. Then, it brightened, not quite to a grin, but to something similar, "But I'm here to make sure you are."

He gets points for being honest, but Dick felt his heart shatter. He knew for a fact that he'd never worked with this kid before. He also knew that the Justice League didn't know about him. If they did, he would've been picked up and dropped with either the Young Justice team or the Titans.

Dick wasn't going to ask why he became a hero because that's not his place. It's more of a 'third mission with the team' kind of questions, anyway. Most of the heroes didn't have many options when they took up the mantle. Asking what Danny can do is a more appropriate question, but he wasn't going to ask that, either.

"Now that that's out of the way," Danny turned a few pages from the table of contents to another one that was topped with 'Why Sleep Scheduling Is Important' in the blue glitter pen that Dick was starting to suspect he favored. "You're not getting enough sleep. Following you around - no one's been able to find me for a while, so don't worry about that - for the last two weeks has given me some really worrisome information on you."

Dick was worrying. He was worrying a lot and even more questions were coming to the forefront of his mind.

"Your dayjob is as an officer on the Bludhaven Police Force, or BPD for short." He was looking over the page he'd turned to very aptly and Dick realized that the kid had notes written on him. "The average hours per week for police across the country is forty hours. Gotham and Bludhaven are the exceptions. As a member of the BPD, you work a solid two days and two hours. Six nights a week, you work as Nightwing from eight in the evening to three in the morning. The last day, you take off, which is good. No deserable pattern, so good on you for that. Regardless, that's seven hour nights and ten hour days, with one day off and one day on call as an officer. Seven hours are now left in your day for personal time, eating, and sleeping. That's not a healthy way to live."

Oh, god, the kid had honest to god notes on him! What the hell!

Danny didn't even skip a beat as he pulled Dick's attention back to him and his binder. "I've drawn up a schedule for you to follow." The back of the page had a meticulously drawn schedule, complete with blocks of time to eat, sleep, work both jobs, travel, personal time, and still have a bit extra left over. It was titled 'Ideal End Result' in green marker. "Drastic changes right away will only affect you negatively, so we're starting off smaller." The next page over had another schedule titled 'Where To Begin'. "I've only pulled one hour from your Nightwing hours because I know important that time is to you and the city. I am, however, going to be having you submit an appeal to your boss to cut back your hours from fifty a week to forty a week. That way, you'll only be working eight hours a day and not ten. You'll still be on call for one day, and you'll have that last day off. Altogether, you'll be going be going from working seventeen hours a day to fourteen hours a day. Nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, and eight in the evening to two in the morning. Not including breaks at work or travel time. It opens up a few more hours for you to sleep!"

"You really think the chief is going to pull back my hours?" Dick raised an eyebrow in question.

"He will if he knows what's good for him."

"You know I can arrest you for that threat, right?"

"Yeah, but you won't." And, damn it, he's right.

Although, there was now another thing he had to know. "How to you plan on enforcing this schedule of yours?"

Danny seemed to have been waiting for this. He got a gleam in his eye as he pulled a black folder from his bag, not breaking eye contact with Dick. He placed it on the table and pushed it across. "Congratulations, it's a boy."

Part 1 Part 3

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About FRIEND AND THE IMPERIAL EGGS, part 1 of 7

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FRIEND AND THE IMPERIAL EGGS, part 1 of 7

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Of which he noted :

I hope that this whole egg thing with Baron Yoksonu is just a case of ignorance that can be corrected. He really does seem like a competent and caring Baron otherwise here.

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He really is a competent and able Baron. Unfortunately, the egg thing is a serious obsession with him.

[anjasitdown]

Love how Denji's more self-aware than what we give him credit for

[concretepie]

He feels bonita

[theokusgallery]

Why, hello there, Virgil. Long time no see!

[northernyogurt]

there's so many mistakes i dont' even care. i have been laughing at this concept for weeks before actually drawing it. ive been laughing out loud sicne i finished the linearrt. i love this stupid fucking thing so much you don't understand. its so ugly and its my son