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[shininas-ideals]

If there isn't a kunikidazai interaction in the next few chapters I will RIOT

Bonus:

[danceworshipper]

@hphm-ship-week Prompt 4: Soulmate AU

See if you can spot every time I tried to get to the point and failed shkskjhsfjhg

Ship: Tessa/Chiara 🩵🐺

Dates: 1980-1985 (aged 7-12)

Ever since she was seven years old, Tessa knew there was something wrong with her. She and Gracie had always had deep green eyes, like their father, but one day when Tessa looked in the mirror, they were lighter.

Tessa was sure she'd been seeing things, but the next day, they were even paler, and the next, they were blue. She'd had other symptoms too, like a steadily growing headache and an increased appetite. Her mother had spent as much money at St. Mungos as they would accept to have every test known to wizardkind performed on her - no luck. There was no indication of a curse or sickness.

The very next day, her eyes were green again, and she was exhausted like she'd been up all night.

Again she'd been practically thrown at the Healers. They could all agree that something had happened, something abnormal, but Tessa was the first patient they had records of whose eyes had changed color for no reason. Despite this, she was healthy and was sent home with instructions to return if it happened again.

It did. Every single month. She wasn't brought back to St. Mungos.

Tessa was not a fool, nor was anyone else in her family: her eyes turned blue the day of the full moon. Knowing this, however, didn't help explain anything. The full moon was only known to affect werewolves, and Tessa was obviously not a werewolf. Even the explanation that she'd been bit by a werewolf in human form was impossible - she was a rather sheltered child, after all - and that still wouldn't explain her eyes turning blue. Her father was convinced that some other creature had infected her somehow. Her mother still insisted it was a curse. Her brother didn't care what caused it, he just wanted to be able to fix it.

Gracie was the only one who thought it might mean something else.

One of their favorite books as children was a story of a princess whose knees would bruise without explanation, and whose hands were rough as though she worked a common job. The day came when she was to choose a husband, and while she wandered the ballroom, a cut opened down her back with no weapon in sight. Thinking she'd been cursed, the mean old king locked her in her bedroom and sought his magical advisor for help, seeking revenge. The woman told the king to find the boy with the matching scar, and all would be well.

A peasant boy was found who'd been whipped in the exact spot the princess had been cut. He, too, would find wounds on his body that weren't his own. The king brought the boy to the princess and told her to kill him, thinking that the boy had cursed her and that his death would be the cure. The princess refused, and held out a hand to invite the boy to rest. From their hands rose a swirl of magic to bind them together forever. There was more to the story, like the king flying into a rage and trying to kill the boy (resulting in his own death), but what Gracie was focused on was the magic. Injuries to either person were still shared, but greatly lessened by the presence of their other half. The two were said to be perfect soulmates.

It was a fairytale. Nothing more. Gracie, however, was convinced that Tessa and the princess were the same. Soulmates didn't exist, though. Whatever was wrong with her was definitely a curse.

Rumors spread through Hogwarts like Fiendfyre when, only a week into term, Tessa's eyes changed color. The rumors about Vance had been bad enough; now the whole student body thought her mad as well. Her headache and hunger made her irritable; she earned the honor of first detention for the new Slytherins. Professor Snape was not sympathetic when she explained her curse - but Professor Dumbledore was. Apparently, her parents hadn't informed the school of anything. He asked her what happened without judgement. Tessa explained what she knew, which wasn't much, and when she brought up Gracie's foolish theory, the Headmaster gained a pensive look in his eyes.

"I would not discredit the idea," he said, but didn't elaborate why she asked why.

The gossip died down when nothing else happened, and Tessa spent most of her first year ignoring her monthly flare-ups. She and Gracie found traces of the Vaults their brother had gone missing for. They found danger lurking in plain sight. She made friends who cared for her. The headaches were worse some months than others, and she'd ended up in the Hospital Wing twice. When Gracie was cursed, Tessa found that she could no longer complain.

Home wasn't safe after that. Their brother gone, their parents raving, and the both of them cursed... they didn't leave their rooms often.

"I still don't think you're cursed," Gracie said one night, the both of them lying together in her bed. Her newly poisonous green eyes caught the candlelight.

Tessa shook her head. "We're cursed, Gracie. Must be from all the inbreeding."

Gracie snickered. "Don't let Mother hear you say that."

"I'd rather be cursed than not," Tessa said quietly. "If I'm cursed, you're not alone."

"You're not cursed and I would never want you to be," Gracie said sternly. "I got lucky. I'm not dead or in pain."

"Mine causes pain," Tessa pointed out.

Gracie only shook her head. "Someone's out there waiting for you. I know it."

Being allowed to return to Hogwarts was relieving enough that Tessa didn't care about the neverending rumors about her family anymore. At Hogwarts, eventually, something else interesting would pop up and she could blend right back into the crowd. Luckily she only had to wait a month.

Tessa's eyes turned blue, and the next day there was a rumor that a girl had been attacked by a werewolf. Being more exhausted than normal - and with strange phantom aches all over - Tessa didn't investigate, instead sending Gracie and Rowan.

"Don't you think you should be in the Hospital Wing?" Liz asked nervously, perched carefully at the foot of Tessa's bed. "This is new, isn't it?"

"Ugh, yeah. Guess it's finally getting worse."

Liz bit her lip. "I don't think I can carry you."

"It's fine," Tessa said, though when she sat up she wanted to cry. "I can walk."

"You can lean on me," Liz offered.

Madam Pomfrey didn't know what to do for her, other than give her a potion for the pain and offer to Floo St. Mungos, which Tessa turned down. The potion seemed to help more than normal. They didn't typically kick in instantly, but Tessa certainly was not going to complain.

Liz stayed with her, and they spoke about anything other than what was happening: classes, Hagrid's newest creature that was probably supposed to be a secret, if they'd been that annoying as first years (definitely not). There was only one other patient in the Hospital Wing, a Hufflepuff that Tessa was pretty sure was in their year but couldn't name. She thought the girl might have been shy, or anxious. Tessa had never spoken a word to her.

Whatever had happened to her had been awful, Tessa thought. The poor girl was unconscious the whole time they were there, dirty and coated in scrapes - she thought that maybe this was the werewolf victim, but Gracie and Rowan said that the victim was a Gryffindor named Pippa. They also said she wasn't attacked by a werewolf; she wouldn't be alive to tell the tale if she was.

The Hufflepuff girl awoke shortly before dinner, which Tessa was free to go to according to Madam Pomfrey if and only if she returned straight after. Her curse was barely even bothering her anymore, so she didn't see why she had to come back, especially with the nurse so focused on whatever had happened to the Hufflepuff.

"You don't have to come back with me," Tessa told Liz. "She's probably going to make me stay overnight."

"I can at least walk you there?" Liz tried. Truthfully, Liz was more worried about the curse than Tessa.

"You don't have to."

"You should come back to the Common Room with us," Rowan said. "You're good at creature stuff; you can help us figure out what else might have been in the forest."

Liz didn't seem happy, but agreed anyway.

The time spent sitting up had made her feel worse. Tessa sagged back into her bed, hoping that she'd be given another dose of pain relieving potion before she'd be expected to sleep.

Another month passed. Pippa was proven a liar, having not even been attacked at all, much less by a werewolf. The story did have a hole in it, though: there had been silver fur stuck to Pippa's sleeve - probably got there when it snagged on a branch - but if she'd seen a hippogriff, there should have been feathers, not fur. Liz confirmed that nothing living in the forest had silver fur, so where had it come from? It made Tessa wonder if it had anything to do with what had happened to the Hufflepuff.

Chiara Lobosca. Tessa had made sure to find out her name.

Tessa's eyes turned blue, then green, and the pain was as bad as the previous month. The Hospital Wing had been more crowded this time, which didn't help her headache, thank you, but interestingly there had been someone whose curtains were drawn.

Another month. Tessa's eyes turned blue, and there were rumors that a strange man was wandering the castle grounds. Her headache wasn't too bad this time around, so when Gracie wanted to investigate, Tessa was right there with her sneaking around. The man had clearly seen better days, but he didn't seem like a threat. A grey wolf puppy followed at his heels as he made his way to an unused side door of the castle to lean against the wall. Odd, but nothing noteworthy.

That was when Chiara came out of that unused door to hand the man some sort of potion.

Gracie had never been known for her self control. The man almost found himself hexed to bits, but Chiara frantically explained that he was a friend, and she was just doing him a favor. And then, understandably, she asked Gracie to leave - but confusingly, she asked Tessa to stay.

"It's fine," Tessa said, nudging her still suspicious sister.

With Gracie gone, Chiara revealed everything. There had been a werewolf in the woods the night Pippa was attacked: her. It was why she'd been in such rough condition in the Hospital wing. At that, the man - Remus Lupin - cut her explanation off.

"You shouldn't have been hurt," he told Chiara. "Not if you've been taking your potions."

"Potions?" Tessa asked, feeling wildly out of her element.

Lupin kept his eyes on Chiara as he explained, "Wolfsbane. A werewolf drinks it every night the week leading up to the full moon, and when they transform, they're able to keep their mind with them. Without it, the wolf takes complete control. That's why we're dangerous."

Right, because he was a werewolf too. Two werewolves. Sometimes Tessa just could not believe her life.

"You told me these were spare potions," Lupin said in the same tone a parent might use on a child who lied about the broken lamp.

Chiara sighed. "They're mine."

"Why would you give away your potions?" he asked. "You've been letting yourself be hurt, and put the school in danger."

"I wanted to help you," Chiara said. "I'm being given potions for free every month by the school, and with the Aconite shortage, you can't get any. I wanted you to have peaceful moons for once."

Lupin smiled, but he was visibly sad. "That's remarkably kind of you, Chiara, but I can't allow you to keep this up. You're a student; you need them more than me, especially if you aren't being restrained."

"But what will you do?" Tessa asked. "If you can't get potions - "

"I've managed this long," Lupin said firmly. "I'll find a solution somewhere else. There are far worse things to lose than control."

"You're leaving?" Chiara asked.

"It's for the best."

"But - "

Lupin shook his head. "I'm grateful for the past few months, but this can't go on any longer. I'll be okay."

"When I invent a better method," Chiara said, determined, "I'll contact you first."

"I have no doubt you will," Lupin said.

Tessa wasn't sure why Chiara had asked her to stay with them. She felt as though she was intruding on something personal. There was clearly more to the story that neither of them were saying, something that had connected them deeply in such a short amount of time. It could just be the werewolf thing, but Lupin seemed so lonely, and Chiara had never made any friends that Tessa knew of. Perhaps that was it.

"Tessa?"

She snapped back to attention. "Yes?"

"May I speak with you for a moment?" Lupin asked. "I'll say a proper goodbye after," he added as Chiara opened her mouth to say something.

When he explained it, it all made sense. Of course St. Mungos had no record of patients like her. Those that knew what it meant were too afraid to admit it.

There are worse things to lose than control. Tessa thought that she understood why Lupin was so lonely, now, and it made her want to cry, but there was something more important to focus on.

When she found Chiara at sunset, Tessa wasn't scared.

"What are you doing out here?" Chiara demanded. "You have to leave!"

Tessa shook her head. "I'm staying with you."

"I'm not on Wolfsbane, Tessa, I'll kill you!" Chiara exclaimed, backing away toward the forest and glancing up at the darkening sky. "Go inside!"

Instead of answering, Tessa reached out to grab Chiara's hand.

Chiara tried to jerk back, but Tessa gripped harder, not letting her run. It was just like in the fairytale. Beautiful swirls of red magic rose from their joined hands to wrap around them both. Tessa could feel it in her lungs, her heart, even her stomach. It settled deep inside her own magic as if it was meant to be there all along. Within only a few heartbeats the swirls faded, and Chiara's gaze slipped to their joined hands.

"You won't hurt me," Tessa told her, headache nowhere to be found. "I can make the pain go away."

Chiara believed her, and when the wolf came out, silver and menacing, it led her into the forest, snarling but docile.

Morning rose, and Tessa was in no pain as she carried Chiara inside.

[ednas-apprentice]

Edna's Apprentice AU One-shot first draft

Somehow Kari, Violet, and Jordan are all on a small plane (luckily a tricycle style) and the auto pilot goes off. Jordan as the only one with even a sum total of thirty minutes flying a plane is the one who is now piloting. Kari is getting ahold of Mrs. Parr, so maybe she can help Jordan. Violet is busy focusing on how to time making a forcefield to protect the bottom of the plan during landing without it affecting aerodynamics while Jordan tries to land.

“You can't fly a plane! you only have a half hour of experience!”

“You think I don't know that, Kari? but at the moment that's a half hour more experience than anyone else on the plane. Violet your mom can fly right? can you try to call her?”

“What? oh, yeah, yeah I can call my mom.”

*there's a pause as the phone rings and Violet's mom picks up*

“Violet, what's up, you don't usually call in the middle of the day?” Violet freezes up for a moment, how do you explain to your mom that you're about to crash a plane?

“put her on speaker,” Violet does, “Hi Mrs. Parr, this is Jordan, I was wondering if you could walk me through landing a plane. I sorta know how to in theory, but also I'm kinda freaking out a bit.”

“I'm sorry? you're trying to do what?!”

“Land a plane, long story, tell you later, but I do kinda need to know now, I'm in a five passenger high wing with fixed tricycle landing gear. We're at ________ ft, and descending to the runway in a minute, I've managed to contact ATC, Kari is taking care of the pilot, and we're landing on Edna's strip. What do I do?”

Mrs. Parr takes a deep breath, she can freak out about this later.

“Okay. Here's what you do.” She talks Jordan through the landing. She is informed that Kari is keeping the cargo and pilot stable. She hears the moment that Violet takes a breath mimicking hers and Violet's next words are steady and determined. (That's the moment that she's sure they're coming home) She hears the whoops after they land, and she's happy she's recorded this whole call when she hears Jordan yell,

“Thank you Mrs. Parr!” with joyous disbelief.

The second they hang up Helen is in the car and driving to Edna's. She couldn't risk being that distracted on the road or being distracted on that call. She makes it to Edna's house in ten minutes, which is apparently just enough time for the kids to manage to get out of the plane.

As expected the landing gear is just completely gone, but Violet's force fields held, so there isn't much damage to the fuselage. Without landing gear the plane did gently tip to the side when it landed, so they all have to awkwardly climb out of the door on the other side at an angle.

All of the kids were leaning on each other as they left the plane (Helen decides not to comment on it, its probably the only reason that they're all still standing despite the fact that they all look unharmed.) There were the authorities and first responders there for the actual pilot, and someone gets the cargo that was what the whole (rather impromptu) mission was about.

The kids are laughing, but they're also shaking, and Helen knows they're just riding out the adrenaline, and this is one of those times where you can laugh or cry and they're all still there, so they're laughing. She gives them a moment and then walks over.

“Are you kids all okay? I know you landed fine, but you still should get looked over.”

“Mom!” “Mrs. Parr!” “Mrs. Parr!” All three kids yell greetings over each other as they notice her for the first time.

Violet is the first to break away, and all but tackle her mother. Kari is quick to join the group hug, but Jordan holds back a bit. Helen supposes that makes sense as Jordan hasn't known her as long. She waves them over, and they join the group hug too.

“I crashed a plane, holy shit I crashed an actual plane, and we're all still alive.” Helen isn't totally sure that Jordan knows they're mumbling into her shoulder, but there are certainly worse ways to process this.

“You landed a fucking plane with no experience,” Kari's voice leaves no room for argument.

“Violet kept us from actually blowing up. By the way, you pulled that off marvelously.”

“Thanks,” Violet mumbles into Helen's shoulder. She lets them all just stay in the hug for a minute.

“Alright, do you think you all can make it inside. I'll make you all some tea, and you can tell me all about what happened today, or not. How does that sound?” Helen offers.

She gets general noises of assent from the teenagers, so she starts to move towards Edna's building. It's definitely a bit of a walk, but all of the kids seem to be far more emotionally drained than physically exhausted, and they'd do well with well with a little bit of a walk to help shake off all the adrenaline.

They all make it inside, and the teens start making tea before Helen can. Edna has joined them all in the kitchen, but lets the kids be.

They are on autopilot, calming down with their usual routine. Kari putting water on while Jordan puts sugar and honey in the cups according to who likes what as Violet pulls out three tea bags. Kari gets orange tea with a lot of honey, Violet likes chamomile lavender with a little bit of sugar, and Jordan gets mint with the slightest bit of honey.

It strikes Helen that the three of them have definitely done this before. They move like this is something they do anytime there are things too big to talk about. She wonders if they do this to help each other with the stress of school tests as well as the stresses of being involved in the crazy world of crime fighting.

It doesn't matter either way, she muses, not if they are taking care of each other so well.

“So, are you three able to talk about it right now?” Helen asks. She keeps her voice soft, so they know they have a choice.

“It all started at the fashion convention.” Jordan begins, “We were attending, and everything was normal, and Violet and Kari were letting me drag them all over and look at everything.”

Jordan takes a sip of the now brewed tea.

“And then I recognized the logo for Bomboyage. I told Violet, and we all went to lunch to make a plan.” Jordan gives Kari and Violet a look silently asking one of them to take over. Kari keeps the story going.

“We did a little bit of digging, and figured that he was probably trying to target Extraordinary's vault. They are one of the other big companies that does tech for supers. They manufacture it all though, so nothing is as high quality as what happens here.

'All of their designs are known for having weak spots, so the plan was to get the blueprints, and destroy every super using their stuff.” Kari and Violet share a glance. Honestly only really Violet knows what happens next.

“I went invisible and followed him to the vault. I was able to stop him and turn him over to the authorities, but he wasn't the only villain at the event.

'__________ was selling some high quality crystals that would be useful for the buyer, __________. The swatches could be used to further the engineering of the lasers that they use frequently.” Violet takes a sip of her tea as well. Honestly Helen wishes she was surprised that they all managed to find so much trouble.

“We managed to secure the crystals, but the longer we stayed the more likely it was that something could go wrong.” Violet continues, “So we made some calls, and Mr. Dicker was able to get us in touch with Jake, our pilot. Mr. Dicker said that we needed to make it back here as soon as possible, so we got to the airport quickly, and met Jake there.”

“Everything was fine, the flight was going great, no one had tried to stop us, and then Jake started shaking. He seemed to seize or something, we don't really know. Jordan told Violet to see if she could get him out of the pilot's seat.” Kari continued.

“I was already in one of the front seats, so I could mostly keep us on course and in the air, but it would be much easier with another conscious person up front with me.” Jordan adds.

“Right, so Violet managed to get him into the back and move up while I checked him over. I think he seized. He was conscious fairly quickly, but wasn't super coherent, I don't know what happened.”

“I got Violet to figure out what heading I needed to maintain, and which frequency to use to call emergency ATC. We contacted them, explained what was happening, and set course for Edna's landing strip. After we had that sorted, I asked Violet to call you, so I could ask what to do, and well, you know the rest from there.” Jordan finishes the story.

Helen glances at Edna. She honestly isn't sure what to make of the whole thing. Edna looks like she's calculating what the best response is. Edna's face settles on quietly proud.

“Well, I'm glad you're alright.” Helen ends up saying. She is actually quite concerned about a good many things, but the kids don't need her to freak out on them right now. That can wait until she's home with Bob and all of the teenagers are asleep.

“I think some rest is in order, you all have had a stressful couple of days.”

[the-river-of-light]

grief for the parallel you

(text slightly modified from "Incognito Grief: A Blues" by Allison Joseph)

[newgroundstier]

MORAL: There was a Sewer Man

[cheekinpermission]

imagine some random dude is hitting on Erin, and grim just spawns behind her like 'nuh uh'.

*boss battle music kicks in*

[fah-ren-heit]

annoying sibling behavior 🙄

[birdcatt]

spent last night making this

[sluttyquarantinetheory]

They should reboot DS9 but instead of like resolving or explaining anything further it's just Benjamin Sisko having a little cooking show after returning to Bajor.

[oblivionsdream]

Foolknight sketches for funsies

[gwalch-mei]

i think the next arthurian adaptation we need is a nature documentary abt the questing beast, narrated by palamedes

[kerizaret]

Now tell me, how did all my dreams turn to nightmares?

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Rui 🎈 || Tsukasa 🌟 || Nene 🤖 || Emu 🍬 || All 🎈🌟🤖🍬

[nocek]

The power of magic baby :B

I'm enjoying doing the very loose sketchy linearts. It really helps with not falling into perfectionism buuuuuut it actually creeps back up with deciding to color XD It's unending battle.

But sometimes you need to lose it...

[newgroundstier]

worlds greatest PR guy

[wolfofproendos]

hey guys. roles are not hard-wired things that can never ever change and one alter always has the same role. they can change, grow with the alter. you're not restricted to the roles you have right now.

[robotsandramblings]

they could all be filthy rich if they did part-time modelling gigs