#that one weird aah crossover

[poohadventuresinseamajors]

My dream blunt rotation (comfort singers💛❤️🩷🩵)

[britishassistant]

Trick or Treat? (I'd be fascinated with whatever you want to share!)

Aah, thank you so much!! Happy Halloween!!

And for your treat…well, here’s a crossover between Hannibal and the Magnus Archives that’s been sitting in my notes for years now. Hope I got the characterization right!

Warnings for character death, Hannibal-typical mindfuckery, and Flesh-typical ideation of cannibalism.

The forest around Wolf Trap is dark and deep.

Will can hear the crunch of hooves nearby, stepping delicately over packed leaves and loam.

But…something’s off.

The forest is too quiet. Even at night, there should be insects and movement, the song of birds of prey feasting in the dark.

There is a silence. Too deep, too thick for it to be normal.

The silence of a predator stalking.

Prepared to strike—!

The forest bursts into noise. The crunch of claws over leaves. The patter of darting hooves. The snarls and snaps of toothy maws.

Abigail, eyes wide and wet and frightened as they stare down at him, stifling sobs.

The Ravenstag bolts.

Teeth lunge, snap.

Bring it down.

The meat is left unfeasted on, to fester, to rot.

Will Graham wakes up on a sofa.

It is not his sofa. He could never own anything as plush and luxurious as this, firm packed goose down supporting him even as it cradles his weary body.

He’s at Dr. Lecter’s then. But how? The last he can remember, he was at Wolf Trap—

There’s the smell of something burning.

Will pushes himself up, hobbles over to the kitchen.

Four dinner plates, stacked neatly on the countertop.

Forks, not nearly so neatly posed, scattered as they are. Silverware drawer still slightly ajar.

There are the trimmings and trappings of a meal. Root vegetables, sliced wafer thin. A dirty bowl, smeared with the remains of oil and herbs and spices. A hunk of unidentifiable meat, waiting on a chopping board and glistening pink with its own juices and marinades.

Another, larger joint going black in the pan.

Will switches off the heat.

Something prickles down his spine that Will can’t name. Doesn’t want to name.

“Doctor?” He calls. “Dr. Lecter?”

Something crunches underfoot.

There’s broken glass on the floor.

Will follows the trail to one of the windows

Dr. Hannibal Lecter is lying in his foyer, the front door wide open. His eyes are wide, mouth gently parted.

No need to check him for a pulse, part of Will thinks hysterically.

Not when his throat’s been so violently savaged only the vulnerable vertebrae and cartilage of his spine still attach the head to the rest of the body.

Hannibal leans against the filing cabinet, full of easy grace.

“Tell me, Will.” He asks quietly, gently. “Why do you think that I was killed?”

Will exhales, shaky.

You aren’t supposed to talk to hallucinations.

Julia Montauk does not look like she has the right to be Hannibal Lecter’s killer.

A tall woman who somehow manages to make the orange jumpsuit she’s wearing look scruffy. Running the edge of one filthy nail under the other, trying to scrape out the black remains of god knows what. A rangy tenseness to her frame, a false show of casualness that betrays her eagerness to strike.

Will feels bile boiling in his stomach at the sight of her.

“You can hear it too, can’t you?” She leans forwards, eyes blown wide. “The call to chase down those bastards that think they’re top dog. To make ‘em quiver, make ‘em scared, make ‘em run. To Hunt.”

For a moment, Will feels a sharp cold across his face. An itch in his trigger finger. The specter of Garret Jacob Hobbs stares out from her face.

Hannibal’s hand comes down on his shoulder with all the force of a slammed door.

Will’s stomach roils in protest.

“Those who have suffered abuse in childhood oft-times find themselves trapped in relationships with a new predator during their adult lives.” Hannibal tilts his head. “Why do you think that is?”

Will shoots him a glare. “…This better not be a weird form of victim blaming.”

A flicker of a frown passes over Hannibal’s face. Recrimination. “Will. Being obtuse does not become you.”

Will raises his hands in mock surrender, then pauses to think about it.

“…Those who prey on others look for insecurities. Vulnerabilities.” He says slowly. “Chinks in armor that they can twist themselves into. Survivors have those because they’ve been through more battles than most.“

Hannibal nods, a pleased smile spreading over his face. “And often lack the proverbial blacksmith who would reinforce said armor for the battle with the next dragon. How could any wyrm resist such an opportunity?”

“So, what?” Will busies himself drying Buster, trying to ground himself in the scent of wet dog and the feeling of damp fur. “You’re saying that these…these things and their ‘avatars’ are coming for me because I’ve had the misfortune of surviving one of them?”

“Hyenas pride themselves on stealing from those greater than them.” Hannibal stands, walks across to examine the bookcase behind Will. “Many of the entities, the Hunt and the Eye among them, delight in tormenting those who have escaped greater threats than they.”

Will gives an absent nod as he chews his lip, wholly unprepared for Hannibal to continue, “Or those who serve them.”

He stops.

Buster lets out a whine, nudging his nose against Will’s shoulder.

“Wait.” He twists, stares up at Hannibal. “You aren’t saying. You, you weren’t—?”

Hannibal smiles, indulgent and proud.

“No.” Will insists. Denies. Pleads. “No, you’re. You’re a hallucination. You’re in my head.”

“And it took so long to put myself there.” Hannibal purrs, stride slow and purposeful as he stalks towards Will. “So many meals, only the choicest morsels for someone as dear as you. To whet your appetite. To feed the impulses I saw could free you. To know you as intimately as I wished you could know me.”

He kneels as Will rears back, hands slippery with sweat. “And you, my dear Will, you ate so well for me. You partook.”

His hands are warm as they cup Will’s face. Too warm. Much too warm for what should only be a hallucination, a ghost, a memory—!

“For my Flesh is food indeed and my blood is drink indeed.” Will quotes, without quite knowing why. Without letting himself understand why.

This close he can see every wrinkle in Hannibal’s face that crinkles with delight, with undisguised affection. “I wish we had more time. More chances to prepare you, to nourish you before we were set upon by scavengers. But you will not be alone, Will. I will never let you go hungry.”

The scents of Hannibal’s dinner table fill the small house. A communion, for the two of them alone.

Saliva bursts in his mouth.

“Let me be your armor, dear Will.” Hannibal whispers. “And we shall feast on any who presume you to be prey.”

[bijectiveandinvertible]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Wanted to do this meme...

I guess I was tagged by @bleachbleachbleach.

If you write fics and see this post tag me and write your answers :D

Find out the answers below! Under the Read More :D :D

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 37 (30 written works + 7 artwork collection/standalones) all under bijectiveandinvertible.

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

57,791… 0-0

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily K Project. I have some fics in the Old Guard and Bleach fandom as well. 

4) Top 5 fics by kudos?

The Seireitei Zoo -> My decade long, Bleach crackfic where all the high ranking shinigami get turned into animals.

Bleach Fanart Collection -> This is like a sketchbook of comics/various artwork celebrating the Bleach TYBW anime. I am counting this as there are 3 fancomics in this collection.

Kiss and Makeup -> Aah… This one is my very popular Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara fic from 2014. It's in the K Project fandom.

Study of an oak tree/Graphite on Paper/14.8 x 21.0cm/Yusuf Al-Kaysani/2020 -> This extremely long titled fic is for the Old Guard (2020) fandom. It's part of the Art throughout the ages: Real and Imaginary collection that I have written.

Curling Toes -> My very very fluffy Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara fic. Another very very old fic.

5) Do you respond to comments?

Always. Usually as soon as I notice that I have a comment. 

Comments always inspire me to write/draw more. Especially when people comment on specific aspects of an artwork/fic.

6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm…. I don’t really write angsty stuff. The closest is Ravenous Echos (My spooky, horror Bulbbul X The Old Guard Crossover fic). I would say the ending is more spine-chilling than angsty.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write a lot of fluff so this one was tough. I would say Curling Toes is very very cute but since the pairing is very tragic/star-crossed if you think about the story beyond the scope of the fic it becomes extremely sad. I think my Untitled (Perfect Lovers)/Clocks, Paint on Wall/35.6 X 71.2 X 7 cm/Felix Gonzalez-Torres/1991 is happiest in terms of ending.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

When I was on FF.net I used to get flamed a lot for writing Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara. I actually ended up deleting a really cute fic because of it. I still have the fic just never reposted.

9) Do you write smut?

Fade to black scenes only. Tried writing Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara smut multiple times. Failed! I even got requests often to write smut for these two… never managed.

10) Do you write crossovers?

Yes!! I have two! Ravenous Echos (Bulbbul X The Old Guard) and Kings in Gotham (DC X K Project).

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so. I think my work is too niche to merit any stealing.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so. Had a buddy in FF.net who probably translated my fics (Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara) in Chinese.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Lol… Nope. I am too flakey to pull this off.

14) What's your all-time favorite ship?

I have many that I have extremely strong feelings for. But my absolute main one is Suoh Mikoto/Totsuka Tatara. I love them together in every format/iteration. 

The K Project anime and K: Memories of Red made me love this pairing. These two will always be my OTP. 

15) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I worry about my The Seireitei Zoo fanfic. I started writing it in highschool. I am currently completing my PhD. I pretty sure I will have a doctorate before I finish my crack fic.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Coming up with ideas is easy…

In terms of writing I think I have a good grip on setting tone/atmosphere.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Executing those ideas is another story. Heh.

In terms of writing my dialogue can be a bit cringe. Furthermore, being ESL makes my grammar weird.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I could write my fics in my mother tongue… but who would read it??

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Absolute first? Beyblade.

Posted fics -> K Project.

20) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Ravenous Echos (Bulbbul X The Old Guard). I think it's one of the best things I have written. It's an eerie, gothic/atmospheric horror that I wrote after a tropical cyclone toppled a huge tree into my house’s boundary wall.

I did not just write for it, I made several artworks for it.

If anyone wants to read it, just watch The Old Guard (2020) first.

[fandom-hoarder]

(buck is still pining away in the distance... i gotta commit to like, buck/maddie/chimney poly or something)

This is often a stumbling point for me. It's so easy for me to see most samdean poly situations, easy for me to imagine buck/maddie having complicated poly situations, but hard for me to see chimney being chill with it fully being A Thing beyond weird sibling boundaries. Maybe this will settle for me as time goes on, but the partitions in my brain rn feel very complicated. It's a big part of what's holding me back from writing fic, tbh. But I can totally see a cohabitation situation with them, with Chimney and Buck trying to navigate their respective relationships with Maddie, and Chimney having a front row seat for the way Buck and Maddie slot into their child sibling/motherly sibling roles together hardcore. (Unfortunately I haven't watched enough of Numb3rs to relate my thoughts to that, but whenever you bring it up I remember it's still on my to watch list.)

But aah, so much of what I love about this kind of crossover is when the outsider pov butts up against the supernatural a bunch until the truth kind of has to come out. The 118 has been through some crazy ass stuff that may or may not involve something supernatural, but it always has some level of deniability. I see some people picking up on it/accepting it faster than others, before a large scale Situation fully puts it out there so that even the skeptics can't ignore it (try as they might).

Dean and Bobby would definitely bond over cooking (and music? And complicated Dad feelings?? eventually), and perhaps in a post-s11 AU Dean wouldn't be completely jaded about the god/Catholicism thing, but he'd definitely have to hold his tongue anyway. Aah but tbh I hadn't even thought about Dean's drinking in all this. That would get so complicated---and Dean would still be resistant to AA and stuff like that. It's hard to imagine him going completely sober, but he definitely wouldn't be able to be on the job in Bobby's firehouse as a 'functional alcoholic.' Sam would be whipping up some kind of hard detox spell for him or something, idek. It's a copout to handwave it but MAN. Smh really.

Sleeping in the firehouse would be a hurdle tbh. He's technically used to sleeping in a room with other people, but none of them sound or smell like Sam, and Dean still wakes up from nightmares, strangling screams before they're more than a punch of air from his lungs. Eddie might notice evidence of post-deployment ptsd, but he's still working through his own shit too much to really do more than commiserate. Bobby tries to give him a heart to heart, and it's one of those times when Dean gets really frigid about it, uncomfortably aware of Bobby not being his Bobby, and also uncomfortably aware of the overlaps (he killed his wife ffs; literal demons meet metaphorical demons; dean winchester, these are your inevitable father figures). Yeah, he would totally call him 'Cap' like exclusively.

Aah imagine Dean calling up Sammy in the middle of the nights just to reassure himself. Everyone thinks Sam must be a saint for always answering. Sometimes it happens in reverse, and Dean can be grouchy about it, and they'll overhear him have a certain tone when he says "your vibes again?" But then Dean will start getting in his turnouts like it's a call from the fire chief, and two minutes later the alarm will sound.

(Lowkey but actually highkey, Sam's psychic powers start filtering back in naturally. Dean is on edge about it for a while but eventually it's just another thing in their toolbox. At least it gives them more opportunity to head off certain cases, and Sam's dispatcher job puts him in a good position to control response to a legit hunter situation. And yess, I think he would be so good at the actual job, too, calming people while doing his best to control a situation over the phone, talking them through expertly. Also, something something, Sam and May bonding over complicated college situations and making a difference. And omg, the Maddie/Sam comparisons. The DV stories. The running away. Gahhh.)

Dean has some of the craziest solutions since Hen and Buck combined. Hen knows she does NOT want to know, but Buck is too curious for his own good. Dean can evade but it just makes Buck more curious, but telling him the truth just sounds like he's taking the piss. But sometimes the best answer is that he remembered some random bit of geekboy trivia from Sammy and applied it to the situation. In this group, that's kind of par for the course.

But sometimes Dean will drop an unintelligible Deanism that, if decoded, would be about surviving hell or angels or digging himself out of his own grave, right before he does some crazy heroics that he hopes Sam doesn't hear about later (Sam totally knows; "i saw you on the news, Dean, IN THE BREAK ROOM. AT DISPATCH.")

And things get really weird sometimes when Sam and Dean's "friends" come around.

Also something something Buck + Dean worship/curiosity that looks too close to baby brotherism sometimes for EVERYONE around, when subconsciously Buck is just like, comparing Sam and Dean to him and Maddie constantly.

Initially had this thought years ago but it's still a fun thought to me (and because I'd like to make some 911/SPN connections that aren't like, the absolute deja vu of hellerism):

Despite the fact that they definitely couldn’t pass a background check without divine intervention, and I don’t think Sam would like Dean retiring from hunting just to run into fires for a living in his early 40s (maybe this can be a post-S11 good!Chuck no-BMOL AU, 911’s timeline is already fake anyway lol), I still think of Dean becoming a firefighter partially for that one comment where he said he wanted to be one as a kid, and mostly for the 118 trying to figure out who the heck Sam is. (I know Dean literally can’t go two breaths without saying “my brother” but bear with me for the entertaining outsider POV 😋) Best friend? Roommate? Family? Boyfriend? Husband???? They have a betting pool.

Josh likes Dean bc Dean validates his superstitions… until Dean gets weirdly specific about how much he knows and then it gets creepy.

(Obligatory: Dean: fire’s haunted Sam: what Dean: [ grabs road salt] fire’s haunted)

Lmfao, that last part hit me 😂

Ok, post-s11, let's say Amara handwaves some clean rap sheets/new fingerprints for them. Dean's been thinking about those hunters from the chitters case, and that brochure from the retirement home Sam doesn't know Dean knows he saved.

So they head out to California to put their toes in the sand. Not Palo Alto, cuz neither are ready to talk about that yet. But neither of them are averse to checking out Hollywood again, so they head to L.A.

Of course, they end up involved in a catastrophic event. And they both end up helping out, but they're separated almost the entire time. Dean realizes his childhood dream of being a firefighter could still be in the cards, and after some bickering Sam realizes it's at least a way to get Dean out of hunting. He's not thrilled about the fire part, but it's not like it's new--at least Dean will have protective gear, and a paycheck keeping him from getting in fights hustling pool. Maybe Sam does decide to go back to school, with some part-time dispatch? Or hell, maybe he becomes a yoga instructor with some witchy stuff on the side.

But imagine dispatcher Sammy never saying a word about the supernatural or validating Josh's superstitions, until Dean being like, "Yeah you should have my Sammy check out your building (or whatever). He does amazing stuff with crystals" *super not covert wink at Sam*

And look, we all know they both have a problem keeping the words "my brother" out of their mouths, but no one at the 118 is buying 2 brothers nearing 40, living together, sharing a car (Sam has a bike and takes public transit when Dean's not driving), and apparently not looking for other romantic partners. Of course the betting pool is crazy--and some of the bets hit really close to the truth about secrets pasts--but their background checks ARE clean, and no one is actually betting on them really being brothers. They gotta be married.

Eddie of course thinks the crystals thing is just a joke Dean is carrying on way too long--he does NOT seem like the kinda guy to be serious about that. But Buck and Josh SWEAR Sam has some kind of knack for getting rid of curses. And Dean, of course, has a knack for getting everyone out of a fire. And maybe sometimes the two of them together seem to have a way of predicting and preparing for disaster, coordinating response perfectly.

Buck takes to Dean around the pool table at the bar, amazed at his skills, and Dean is happy to show off until his favorite opponent walks in. Dean's like, if you think I'm good with a pool cue, you should see Sammy with a deck of cards! And Buck's like, ooh I have a story about poker. Do you count cards? I got struck by lightning once and was a prodigy for like a day...

When the firefam come to Sam and Dean's house, they're all determined to find out what's up with these guys and settle those bets.

The mantle has pictures of them as young men (maybe on a road trip?); one of a blonde woman and a very young Dean; and a picture of a brunette woman that could be Sam's mom, a younger blonde woman that could be his sister, Sam and Dean, a man in a trench coat, and a man in a wheelchair (Sam's dad?) all together.

There are no pets, and the furniture is eclectic and tends old fashioned.

They have a 2-bedroom, but the smaller room is used as a study, full of old, carved wooden cabinets with locks. The master bedroom, though... has 2 beds. Like some 50s TV show.

They leave more confused than they came.

Except for Buck, who is now kind of jealous and pretty sure they ARE actually brothers, and now he's wondering why he and Maddie can't be that close. If she'd run away with him way back when, could they have lived like this? 👀

[jilyesplz]

20 Questions: Writer's Edition

Thanks for the tags, @missgryffin and @blitheringmcgonagall!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

9

What’s your total AO3 word count?

82,420

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Only Jily recently, but I started with some Maximum Ride stories that will never again see the light of day.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Dear Tuney (Jily smut at Petunia's party :o - WIP)

2. Potter and Evans (TLAT continuation - WIP)

3. Howlers and Nail Polish (old old old canon 6th-year Jily WIP)

4. Meeting the Potters (old old old olllllld Blackevans brotp vibes. Maybe the first Jily I ever wrote? But I don't completely hate it)

5. Saving Seats and Sugar Quills (established relationship TLAT Jily fluff - one shot)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! Hypothetically! AAH! I'm a really sporadic Jily community member in general, and I always feel guilty about writing too slowly, so I tend to opt to write instead of responding when I have time, but I lovelovelove and always mean to respond to every comment.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

ummmm that's gotta be as-yet-unpublished Potter family fluff set on October 30th, 1981. But in terms of what's published right now, definitely Potter and Evans chapter 2.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Gonna be P&E ☺️ and I've written it even though you haven't seen it so it counts.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

No.......although sometimes I do daydream about what would happen if different authors' Jameses and Lilys met each other. Is that relatable to anyone? No? Just me, then? Okay.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Honestly, never! I've been super lucky, everyone's been so sweet. But I also haven't written that much tbf

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Um, yes. But only in ridiculous situations? For some reason I feel weird writing two adults having sex in their bedroom so I compensate with Nerf guns and other people's ghastly dinner parties lol

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but this would be amazing!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, this would be awesome but I'd probably never finish my bit 🙈

What’s your all time favorite ship?

When the sex is so good you save the wizarding world

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Howlers and Nail Polish for SURE

What are your writing strengths?

I think dialogue (especially dirty talk, apparently!), and my Sirius—he's a lunatic, but I love him. I also think I'm good at writing fun and/or dramatic twists you genuinely don't see coming.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Description!!! Specifically, visual scene-setting and deep emotional dives. I write in my head before I write on the page, and I'm a very verbal person, so that means I either plan out dialogue or a specific inner monologue/memory, and meanwhile the scenery and people's physicalities and emotions are just...there. I know what they are. I was experiencing them during the daydream. Why can't readers just like.....sense the vibes from my brain?

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I've never tried, and I'm not great with languages, so I think I'd be nervous about getting it wrong.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Maximum Ride....they had wings and really canned comebacks, and I put them on a farm.

I've never been to a farm.

Let's never talk about this again.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Potter and Evans. It's the one I've put by far the most time into, and the thing I'm proudest of having done—it has changed and improved my writing far more than anything else I've ever done, because trying to mimic someone else's style makes you way, way more conscious of your own. Honestly recommend this as a writing exercise to everyone

Tagging: Idk who hasn't done this, but currently obsessed with @theresthesnitch!

[blade-king-luze]

30 Followers!!

OOC: Wow wait for a moment ... 30 followers? AAH Sorry, moments like these give me happy moments kj;asldfkh QQ

Even if the numbers are small, 30 actually means a lot especially for this character. I have never thought I would reach this many for Luze. He’s SO underrated and literally not well known! And the amount of followers I get for him just makes me a bit gushy. I know, weird ... But I do appreciate it! <3 Thank you all so much for the Asks, too! I never thought I would receive so many!  I will put a border down below just because I also want to say something more to you guys if you don’t mind. But for those who just wanted to see a few words,  I can’t express my gratitiude to you all still active, especially in the Uraboku Community!

I will do my upmost ability to bring you more Luze and some of Luka content!

Notes to Navigate my Page:  Hello, newcomers! 

I just want to leave a note here just in case people are lost or don’t know where to even look. Next to his icon image, there is a Navigation tool. 

Luze Crosszeria and Gale Spider (Mun) Hey it’s me and Luze Crosszeria! If you want to read more about Luze, here is his page along with my Mun page. Now you know who is behind this blog.

Fortress Gallery (Art by Mun), #Gale Spider As you can tell, the title says it all. This is all the art I have done about Luze only. So feel free to check it out! 

Undocumented Files, #Unheard Words This section is all the stories/fanfiction I typed that involve around Luze Crosszeria or Other’s perspectives that involve Luze. There are also little messages like this one as well. Some characters are present to make his stories more compelling and shows how I think he would react to different settings and events depending on who he is with or what has happen. It makes me bring out his personality more and I still hope that I can convey it properly through these stories!  Terminology for Luze can be seen here

Aesthetics, #In the Mind of the King A fun little section that revolves around looking what’s inside Luze’s mind from what he has seen, or what his thoughts are like. Some may be cherishable to him, some may be traumatic from his experience. Whatever it may be, feel free to look through from his past, present sightings, thoughts, or possessions. 

Fragments, #Fragments of the Past This section involves his actual appearance in both the Anime and Manga.  Kind of a dead section considering I have found most images or GIFs that consists of Luze. There are some I made to bring out more of his appearance. I might just compile more images if I can from what they have. All rights clearly belong to the creators of Uraboku/Betrayal Knows My Name.

Letters from Others, #Answered Letters A page dedicated to the Asks I received from Anons or other bloggers. There are some Character Memes located here too. I am legit surprised from the amount of Asks I got from you all though. I would have thought I would just do little by little, once in a blue moon, but it’s a good amount nonetheless! Thank you all so much for letting me at least bring him out more QQ.  Feel free to drop any Asks or Comments (or written letters in this case) to him!

Hashtags:

Honestly, this layout took me awhile to get used to. I am not so knowledgeable nor creative with Tumblr at all and still learning as I go!  If you want to look for specific hashtags, click on the ellipsis right above the post.  There are specific Hashtags that follow the links above, or other characters if you want to look at that corresponds with Luze. I will add more if there are more characters.

#Forsaken Twin = Luka Crosszeria #Dearest Leader = Reiga Giou (Kanata Wakamiya) #Precious Light = Yuki Giou (The Light) #Zweilt Guardians (TBA) = The Zweilts #Little Companion = Sodom #Lord of All = Lucifer  #Reiga’s Affiliation = Cadenza, Elegy

#Otherworldly Beings = Crossovers

I wanted to say that I am glad that I had the opportunity to open this blog for him just for the fun of it. But it’s becoming something on the side that I also enjoy doing once in awhile every time I hop on Tumblr.

I used to be into FFXIV content but that crave got waaay too over the top for me as I see everyone I played with kind of is ... Over-the-top-hyped, especially on Twitter. It honestly killed my mood to the point where I had to step away from the “Craziness” by a large margin and enjoy it my own way.  And from Twitter, mind you.

But it wasn’t until Luze Crosszeria came across. He made me realized, I could do my own thing. I don’t need to be caught up with everyone.  Just go on your own pace. Do what you love, and don’t follow the trend but your own different path. Dare to be different rather than be the same.

I felt pressured to be caught up with everyone in FFXIV because I had raid and many artists did so much crossovers with their own characters with other trending games coming out. Honestly, I did that for awhile. But whenever I tried to, I just never feel any opportunity to finish or start it. It’s just something about drawing FFXIV characters that get to me. I don’t know what it is, but I would only draw my Au Ra, Krowell Raggs because he was already based off of another character, Ayanami from 07 Ghost. Maybe I am not original enough.

Maybe I am just a sucker for other existing characters that look compelling or have so many relatable aspects towards my life situations. If they don’t have that much background information, it’s always fun to find hints or other canon/non canon things about them. Maybe even go deeper onto how they will react or progress through situations. It began with Ayanami from 07 Ghost, where I would do so much fanart of him because of that relation and his story was tragic even though it wasn’t strongly brought out. But you can tell from his emotions, how he reacts to other people, and how he became to be. I was conflicted of doing FFXIV and 07 Ghost art at the same time. However, as I said, Luze was introduced in my imaginations/stories and he completely removed my thoughts of raiding, being caught up, and backing away from something I really never put my mind into. 

And I am very grateful for him persuading me to. Even though this seems like an internal thought thing, and he may be a fictional character, but I always look back to where I first discovered him and think, “Man. Luze was the one who started it all: Stop raiding to have my own downtime. Draw what you want and NEVER feel forced to. Focus on your own interests and play other games that you love rather than where everyone is at times.” Trust me on the last bit. I still need to get through Othercide.

Anyway,  I know I have said this many times but I don’t know what else to do to express my gratitude.  Thank you so very much for following this blog!  It truly means a lot that I am able to bring this little known character to life. Would I use different web formats to bring him out more? Who knows! Still considering if I should relocate my stories to different writing sites!

In the mean time, I will try my best to keep up Luze here for you all.  And for those who are Luka fans, I will also try my best to let that happen! Love you all! And remember, to love each other! <3

[dogcoding]

15 16 and 23 for the ask game

15. 2 games you think would make an awesome crossover?

aah ive never rly thought abt this tbh. pokemon crossover concepts are always funny though

16. character you hate most? from what game?

he’s not public enemy number one in the games for me but naming universally despised characters would be boring so. dutch rdr -_-. he’s a well written character and his behaviour & downfall bear a lot of relevance which although i hate him in general would be enough to make me almost ambivalent about him as a concept. however i just hate him even more out of spite bc everyone is so fucking weird about him. he is NOT your poor little meow meow you people should not be allowed to analyse media. big fan of the part where he throws himself off a cliff though so true worstie

23. biggest disappointment in gaming?

already said this pretty much oops but acnh. it was so hugely anticipated and it was so disappointing to see that it had literally nothing of what gave the prev instalments their charm. good graphics ≠ good game but we know nintendo’s far beyond caring abt that at this point

[darkhymns-fic]

Promise Me a Sweet Dance

Nobleman Lloyd only had eyes for the clumsy maid named Colette. But that just wasn't how things worked in Meltokio. Could he ever hope to get her attention anyway?

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel, Zelos Wilder, Kratos Aurion Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Written for Colloyd Week, Day 5: AU/Crossover day! I decided to go with a Nobleman/Maid AU I made with @frayed-symphony​ ! We're actually in the middle of making a mature doujin with that same concept that you can check out more here! This story takes place before the events of the doujin. 

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“It’s simple, my most pitiful bumpkin. What you just gotta do is sell yourself! Allow me to demonstrate.”

Zelos would always go the extra mile to save his friend from disaster. And he did so with a generous sweeping motion with his arms, flicking back his braided hair, his dark frock moving as gracefully as his body. From seemingly out of nowhere, a red rose appeared in his right hand, illuminated by the rays of the sun. Then he finished it all off with a wink. “Soon enough, the hunnies will be falling all over you!”

No response. Nothing at all.

Zelos decided to do away with his professional winking, opening both eyes instead so that he could look clearly ahead. “Yo, Lloyd!”

The garden grove just in front of Zelos’ mansion was pristine, and a bit gaudy. A perfect quiet place to invite any of the proper ladies to tea, with its expensive outdoor furniture, the tables and chairs seemingly molded out of gold, with even silken umbrella above it to shade such ladies’ soft skin from the sun – but he had sacrificed those opportunities to instead train his best friend in the art of courtship.

And there he was, head on the white table, taking advantage of that expensive shade! If it weren’t for his fine clothes, he could have easily been mistaken for the gardener himself, sleeping right on the job. “Mmph…five more..”

Zelos’ eye twitched. He threw aside the rose, peeved that no one had even been around to see him do that amazing trick! “At least don’t drool on the stuff! That’s an antique!” He paused. “I think.”

Lloyd muttered right out of his stupor, blinking into the brightness of the sun when his head left the comfortable shade. “Muh…?” He rubbed at his eyes, yawning so wide it took up half his face. “Did ya say something?”

“I was giving you a lesson for the past twenty minutes! Have you really not been paying attention?”

Zelos never knew he could be heart-broken by such a stupid face, the guy’s brown eyes so wide in its innocence. “I thought you were just telling me one of your weird stories again…So I took a nap.”

“I’m not appreciated at all by you…”

Lloyd waved away his friend’s complaints as he stood up. “I already gotta go anyway. You can tell me more about uh, all that stuff later! I’ll even drink a whole bunch of coffee to make sure I’m awake.”

Zelos sighed. “Whatever. You know, if it weren’t for your old man and those clothes, you’d just be like any other peasant boy!”

Lloyd frowned. “You make that sound like it’s a bad thing.” His white jacket still chafed his neck at times, and the whole outfit felt too heavy to wear on a hot summer day! The cuff links sometimes weighed down his sleeves, and the silken fabric that sat just beneath his neck could feel suffocating, especially in the humidity. What he wouldn’t give to wear some looser clothes. The only thing he liked about his jacket were the red collar strips that extended from his neck, their edges inlaid with metal clasps. It was probably the coolest part of his stuffy outfit.

Zelos sighed. “Seriously…if you told me that you were born in a log cabin out in the boonies, I wouldn’t even be surprised at this point. Why don’t you just go play out in the woods if you want to so much?”

“Sounds better than being stuck in the palace all day…”

“Now that’s where you’re wrong, my young friend.” Zelos turned from Lloyd with extreme huffiness – an act that one could only achieve with practice. “Being in the company of Princess Hilda compares to nothing else…”

“I guess so if you usually just hang out with me all day.”

“I have other friends!”

This, Lloyd highly doubted. “Well, go find them! I’m leaving now!” And just as Lloyd was rushing off, ready to jump a fence or two as it beat having to politely walk through the upper streets of the city, Zelos whistled.

“Hey, hunny, didn’t forget about the party, did you?”

Lloyd froze in mid-step, the sun beating down on his thick jacket. He groaned, turning back to face Zelos. “I told you I don’t like those.”

Zelos was grinning. “Not like you have a choice, you know. All the important noble families have to be there.”

“That’s why it’s dumb.” At that, Lloyd’s frustration resurfaced, taking some of it out on the leering Zelos. “Everyone just talks down at me while I’m stuck inside that room for hours!”

“Ah, but you forget one important thing. A lot of pretty girls go to these.” The grin grew even wider, it was almost scary-looking. “This can be your big chance!”

“Ugh, they don’t pay attention to me anyway with you around.”

“Ha! I knew you were jealous. That’s why I was trying to teach you earlier! After all, picking up women is a professional art-”

“T-That’s not the point! I’m going for real this time!” And to make sure he’d stay true to his word, Lloyd used the table he had just sat on as leverage, stepping on its surface to use its height and vault over one of the fancy green hedges that lined Zelos’ garden.

“Lloyd! Don’t dirty my stuff like that! Barbaric!”

But Lloyd had been done listening, cutting through other noble’s gardens as a shortcut back home. His mind was swirling as he ran. Besides…I only want one person to pay attention to me…

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Lloyd always avoided going in through the mansion from the front door. There were servants there, ready to open the door for him or take his shoes, or any other number of awkward things he didn’t want to endure. As he snuck across the lawn, crouching low to avoid any eyes, he eventually made it to his bedroom window.

The houseplants on its sill, ivy leaves reaching up for the sun, always let him know he was in the right place. The mansion was so big that he still got lost, especially from the outside where every wall looked the same. He didn’t want to make the mistake of accidentally jumping through the window of his dad’s room again.

With an energetic whoop!, Lloyd grabbed the windowsill and leaped inside with barely a thought. He at least knew what his room looked like! Kinda big, with his dresser pushed to the right wall and his bed near the back. There were also one or two wardrobes, but he only filled the second one with projects he had learned to make from a local craftsman in town. And maybe a few non-noble clothes here and there…

What he didn’t expect was to leap right into the maid who was busy cleaning up the space before him.

“Aah!”

Her cry of surprise was the only thing that warned Lloyd before he practically barreled straight into her. She had been kneeling somewhat, probably sweeping up the floor when he had just appeared. His legs wobbled as they tried to find their footing to avoid her, but then the maid stood up, apparently moving to the exact same place he had been retreating to.

“Colette!” he yelped before stumbling with her, both falling flat on the floor.

“Ow…I’m sorry.” The girl wriggled underneath the boy’s weight, her maid cap half-askew. Its ribbons were already entangling themselves into her hair as she shifted. “I messed up.”

Lloyd had to take a few seconds to get his bearings and lean up. His hands were placed against the floor, lifting his body with a groan. “Agh, how did you mess up though? I was the one that just crashed into you.”

From her position, Colette looked up with a smile. Her green maid dress was also now much more wrinkled, some of the front already covered with dust – or had that been from her dusting his room earlier? “Heh, well I was supposed to be finished with my shift today, but I took a long time cleaning things…I dropped the dustpan a few times so I had to keep re-dusting…”

“…Okay, that makes a bit more sense,” Lloyd said. He looked down at her with a grin, enjoying the sight of her smile, the way her braided hair unraveled from her cap slightly. He then noticed where his hands were, just a few inches from either side of her head.

Even then, it took him a long time to sit up, reluctant to leave her. She still smiled as he did so – maybe she had been too worried to tell him to move. “Er, anyway, I’m sorry too,” he said, standing up and reaching out a hand for her to grab.

Colette hesitated at first, then reached for it. He pulled her to her feet easily, eliciting a small giggle from her. “It’s okay, Master Lloyd. I’m fine!”

He scratched at his hair, the nervousness in his chest growing. “Just calling me Lloyd is fine…”

“Oh? But…it’s not right if I do that though, isn’t it? Or Master Kratos might get upset.”

He sighed. His dad would be a weird stickler for this stuff. “Guess so… Well, how about this? You can say all that master stuff when he’s around but when it’s only me, just call me Lloyd!”

“Hm, well if that’s your order for me to do so, then okay!”

“It-it’s not an order…” This hadn’t been the first time he had asked her to call him by his name, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. He decided to give up. “Um, forget it.”

He looked again at her dress, its front red ribbons also a bit messed up because of their earlier fall together. “You know, I don’t really think my room is that dirty anyway. How come you stayed so late?” Usually Colette would leave by mid-afternoon, retreating back to the servants’ quarters of the home.

“Ah, I took a bit of time earlier feeding Noishe in the stables today.” Which meant that she had spent a lot of the time both petting and hugging the giant dog. “And also, I just wanted to give it my best! I know I haven’t been doing so well lately, so I want to prove myself!” At that, Colette stood up tall, confidence in her being. It made Lloyd smile. “Sorry, maybe this is a bit weird to tell you…”

“It’s not! I’m not your boss.” Lloyd gave a thumbs-up. “Just my dad…and uh, maybe by extension I’m supposed to be. But, just barely.” Yeah, that made sense.

She smiled back, looking brighter then he usually saw her. “Sorry, I hope Master Kratos will forgive me for last time.”

“Honestly, he should have dodged pretty easily from that pie you dropped onto his hair,” Lloyd recalled, remembering one time at dinner when Colette had tried serving the dessert. “And he wasn’t even mad, so don’t worry!” Even if his dad never really reacted to much in general…

It had just been one month since Colette had started working for the Aurion household, but she wasn’t like any other person he had known. She was flighty, she dropped her fair share of dishes, and she seemed like she would be better at handling weapons instead of a broom (remembering quite clearly when Colette had nearly socked him with the broom handle one time on accident – it had been strong enough to punch a hole in the wall). She was just different.

And he liked her a lot. He wished he could just tell her. Yet he wondered if there would be any point to it if she didn’t like him back. At least not how I like her.

Colette glanced toward the window Lloyd had jumped through earlier and stiffened. “Ah! It is getting late…I should go.” She bowed before him, then stopped in mid-bow to do a curtsy instead. That only made her feet confused somehow, for she began to wobble before she was done in either action. “Ah!”

Lloyd caught her just in time, one hand on her waist, while the other grasped her hand. “Careful! You don’t need to do that either for me.”

Colette looked shy then, glancing to the far-right wall. “If that’s what you wish…”

“That’s not-” he started, then stopped. His hand rubbed her waist, then let her go when he realized what he was doing. “Sorry. Um, see you tomorrow, Colette.”

Trying to right up her cap again, Colette turned to Lloyd. Her smile seemed more natural this time, less practiced. “Yeah…see you tomorrow… Master Lloyd.”

When she left his room then, shutting the big door behind her, Lloyd let out a long breath. He really, really liked her.

And he knew he couldn’t do anything about it.

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Lloyd had completely forgotten all about the party until his father handed him the invitation, the paper dangling in front of his face.

“Your friend Zelos handed this to our doorman,” Kratos intoned. His neat and prim frock of white and grey looked too classy sometimes, along with his purple neckerchief. Though staring at that always made Lloyd’s neck itch. “Seems as if you’ve been avoiding these lately.”

“Eh, you can throw that away.” Lloyd leaned back up from his chair, seated at his antique desk that was already riddled with scratches and marks. Any other noble would have gasped at the sight of such needless damage. (Lloyd just liked to draw and he sometimes pressed the pen too hard on the table). He was dressed in much easier  clothes this time, a black thread-worn shirt and rolled up trousers while his noble outfit was thrown into the corner somewhere.

“It’s prudent for you to fulfill your duties,” Kratos continued, still holding the envelope high. “You have responsibilities.”

“For what? Watching Zelos get drunk again?” Lloyd turned away. “I’m good.”

“I’m not asking you, Lloyd.” And with that, Kratos let the envelope fall onto the desk. “You need to understand that you cannot always do as you please.”

“Argh, but what’s the point of these stupid high-class parties?” he argued. That’s all he and Kratos usually did. Ever since his mother passed, it had been hard to find much common ground with his dad since. “I thought you didn’t like those either!”

Kratos closed his eyes, shook his head. “It’s important to make yourself seen as reliable – relevant, even. The world does not cater to you for shutting yourself away.”

“I know that! And that’s not what I’m doing!” Lloyd turned away, refusing to look at either father or envelope. “I’m not like any of them. All they to do is talk down on me because of…”

Kratos’ eyes shifted. Lloyd recognized that look. A small warning. “Lloyd.”

But instead, Lloyd shook his head “Ugh, but you should get that! After all those people would say about mom! Why should we deal with all their stupid rules?” He stopped, held his breath. Dammit.

He didn’t hear Kratos say anything at all at first. He thought he’d hear a reprimand, a hard shouting of his name. Lloyd knew he had messed up by mentioning his mother, but when he turned back, Kratos was already walking off.

“I have to be at the palace tonight. Do what you will. You’re old enough to make your own decisions.” He turned down the hall, disappearing behind a corner, leaving the door open to Lloyd’s room.

Lloyd felt guilty and ashamed, as if he were a child. It was just frustrating. Everything was frustrating. But how could Lloyd stand there as everyone made blunt remarks about his mother being a commoner? How could he stand there and hear them talk so badly about both his parents like this? About himself?

The envelope stayed on his desk. He could just imagine Zelos’ smirking face as he handed it over. Ugh. Maybe he’s just trying to help…Maybe.

But why couldn’t he be just a normal person? Not this fancy stuff. Not this whole section of rules for a people that didn’t even care about anyone other than themselves. Why did he have to be a part of them?

Because if he didn’t then maybe… Colette would look at me. He blinked, wondering at himself. How…how did his thoughts end up there?

It was because she wasn’t working at the household today. Apparently, she had been called somewhere else. He didn’t realize how badly he missed her until now.

Taking the envelope in hand, Lloyd left his chair, reaching for his clothes. Maybe he did need to go. At least to get Colette out of his head.

Was this how Dad felt? he thought. Maybe one day, he could ask.

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“Lloyd!! Bud! Hunny! You made it!” Zelos vaulted forward to grab Lloyd in a very touchy bear-hug. “The barbarian finally leaves his cave to join civilization.”

“Gah, get off me!” Lloyd shouted, shoving the guy away. A flock of women, dressed in high-finery, were standing just outside the great doors of the party hall, laughing at the scene before them. The building was reserved for such gatherings, looking close to a min-castle even to Lloyd’s view. Already he could hear the music drifting in from indoors. The same harpsichords, the same pianos and violins, all of them playing the same tune as last time…

“First off, rude,” Zelos said, wiping away the front of his coat. “Second, are you not happy to see me? Come on, let me show you the sights! And by that, I mean these lovely girls right here~”

Lloyd flushed slightly, which only made the girls laugh more. Half of them wore curls, and held fans to their faces. But something about their laughter also felt so biting. “I-I’m fine, I’m just here to stay for like a few minutes-”

“Aw, don’t be shy!” Then Zelos widened his eyes, as if hit by a lobbed Exsphere to the head. “Ohh, or are you trying to sneak off to meet someone? That’s it, isn’t it?”

Lloyd was now very, very lost to Zelos’ ramblings. “Huh? I never said-”

“Very proud of you! But first, you gotta at least drink up. Believe me, it makes the afterparties that much sweeter~” And with that same leering grin that made Lloyd’s discomfort grow, Zelos grabbed the boy’s arm, bringing him inside the building.

These places were always too big, always too full of people. Chandeliers were hanging above Lloyd’s, their lights so bright it made Lloyd blink. Much of the middle hall was wide, open for those who would dance with one another to the boring music, their high heels clacking against the polished stone. There were also dining tables in another corner of the grand room, laden with platters of turkey, beef stew, gravy and some other foods that Lloyd couldn’t pronounce too well.

This was probably the only thing Lloyd would like about a party, and he would have gone straight for the food if his route to escape wasn’t cut off. “H-Hey!” he exclaimed, his voice soon drowned out by the people milling around him. They were all dressed in clothes decked out in golden trims or frills, sewn with pearls or ribbons. Material as soft as velvet brushed against him way too closely when people introduced themselves to him, or Zelos mostly.

“A pleasure to see you! I’m the Earl of Sybak, and I wanted to speak with your family on possible expansion…

“I am of the Altamira Resort, speaking for Lord Regal Bryant! We have a few trading opportunities we would like to speak about with your father…

“Master Zelos! How cute of you to bring your busboy! You even dressed him up!”

Zelos was laughing so obnoxiously, Lloyd’s ears were hurting. “I confess, I do have a heart of gold. One must in these trying times.”

Lloyd tried to wait for an opportunity when Zelos and everyone else would stop noticing him. This eventually happened after about a half hour, and when he felt the time roll by, Lloyd carefully stepped away. Perhaps a few of the nobles tapped his shoulder, thinking he was just a more immaculate waiter that forgot his serving platter, but even these people, he eventually brushed off.

Well, at least there was food! Yet once he broke free from Zelos’ crowd, he nearly bumped into someone else on the way out.

“Uh, sorry!” he said reflexively, then took a moment to see who it was exactly.

Wearing small glasses perched onto a hook-shaped nose, the strange noble held a wine goblet in hand, swishing around the liquid as he spared a glance at Lloyd. He was strange because he has a weird smile, unlike Lloyd would usually see in people. “In a bit of rush are we?”

Beady eyes blinked behind those glasses. A wrinkle formed in the man’s forehead. “Ah, I recognize that family crest. Of the Aurion Household?”

Lloyd didn’t know who this person was, but his high-pitched voice wasn’t doing his ears any favors. “Er, yeah? Sorry, do I know you?”

A laugh, one that seemed piercing, yet no one around them both turned to look. Maybe this guy was a regular to these parties. “Oh, I’m just a humble man. Lord Rodyle. I once worked with your father many years back. Different times back then.”

Lloyd knew he wasn’t exactly the brightest, but he caught that particular word. “Worked?” he repeated back.

The man smiled, but there was nothing kind about it. “Of course, ever since that embarrassing incident, Lord Kratos has rarely spoken to us. Perhaps I cannot blame him.” A pause, just to make that strange smile on his face ever stranger. “All men have their weaknesses.

“What…what are you talking about?” Lloyd asked, knowing that to be a mistake.

The man called Rodyle hummed pensively, until he turned to the right, gesturing to someone. “Ah, just who I was looking for. You know more about the Aurions, don’t you? I’m afraid my memory is a bit rusty, hehe.”

Another man moved through the crowd, just past Zelos’ own bunch. This noble had eyes so dark they seemed to absorb whatever light passed through. His grey hair was slicked back neatly, with not even a stray lock out of place.

“Ah, that name… A name that’s fallen into disgrace.” The man turned to face Lloyd and whatever he had thought about Rodyle being unkind, it felt nothing compared to the feeling he got from this person instead. “And you are the offspring?”

Offspring? What the hell?

“…I have a name,” Lloyd said, voice low. “Give me yours and I’ll give you mine.”

The man chuckled, not nearly as piercing as his friend, but it slid through the air to settle inside Lloyd’s ears, like a serpent. “Amusing. But I suppose I must remember my manners. I am Lord Kvar, of the Asgard District. I happen to know this matter quite personally…and I know your name already, Lloyd Aurion.” He smirked.

Lloyd tried to not let the man’s voice get to him, especially as he addressed him that way. Even over a decade later, Lloyd could never help how the last name just…never fit him.

“Is there something you want from me?” he asked, even though his tone got just as low.

Kvar smirked, noticing it. “It just fascinates me. Ever since that one incident, I suppose it’s safe to say any business between our region and the Aurion holdings are null and void. I hold no more hopes on waiting around for the man to come to his senses.”

Lloyd was not liking where this was going. Zelos was still too busy talking with his hunnies to even notice that his friend was no longer standing next to him.

“But when a nobleman of his ranking goes for a lowly subject from my region, and does not even have the honor of giving me compensation, then I have the right to be a little peeved.”

“Oh, so true,” spoke Rodyle, sipping his wine pleasantly.

“And since that woman worked for me, it was only necessary I make sure to keep my reputation intact. She was quite willful for one of common birth, but that still did not save her from such frail, poor health.”

Lloyd clenched his fists. He had been so young when his mother became sick, but he remembered still. She had needed medicine, but the medicine had been locked in shipment in another part of the country, and once it could finally get through customs-

“It takes quite a bit of paperwork to get such valuable treatment. And with having such a busy schedule, I just simply could not find the time. The few clerical errors, I admit, did not make this easy, but important matters cannot be stopped for a lowly strumpet-”

“Shut up!” Lloyd shouted, then pushed this Kvar creep away from him. “Don’t you dare mock my mom!”

“Ghastly!” spoke Rodyle, one hand on Kvar’s shoulder, still smirking. “Is this how children are taught nowadays?”

“More like it runs in the family,” Kvar straightened, eyes narrowed. “That woman was the exact same way.”

Lloyd reached for his shirt collar, gripping it tight. “I said shut up!”

“Lloyd! What the hell are you doing?” He felt another arm grip his shoulder, making him loosen his hold on Kvar. Of course Zelos notices now. “Calm down!”

“Oh yes, take this boy away,” Rodyle sneered. “He just assaulted us after a friendly chat!”

Lloyd gripped his fists, marched towards both men. “I’ll show you friendly, you bastard-”

“Hey, enough!” Zelos pulled him back again, then smiled at the crowd that was slowly gathering. Even the music had stopped momentarily. “Just had one cup too many, nothing new here! Back to the festivities!”

“I didn’t even drink anything!” Lloyd argued, but Zelos was gripping his shoulder so tightly that it hurt. He moved him away from the crowd, neared to the back wall with its tall windows.

“Hey, I just saved face for you. You trying to ruin everything?” Zelos spoke in a whisper. “What’s your problem?”

“Those-” Lloyd gestured towards the direction of the men who seemed to have vanished. He saw other people instead; one man with unruly red hair and arms as thick as stairway banister, and a woman in high-heels that was with him, her eyes painted with dark kohl, an azure mink wrapped around her shoulders. They also briefly looked at him before turning away. “Wherever they are, those guys just started talking crap about dad and…” And are the reason mom is… He shook his head. “I didn’t ask you to help me anyway!”

Zelos sighed. “Hunny, you're giving me a headache.” He pushed Lloyd further towards the back of the hall. “Cool off in the kitchen. Have a couple of cookies. Just don’t mess up more than you have.”

“Why are you talking to me like I’m an idiot?” Lloyd said through another shove.

“Because you’re acting like one.” Any hint of the laid-back bachelor left Zelos’ voice. “Kitchen. Now.”

With that, Zelos patted his back then walked back to the main hall. Lloyd could already hear his loud voice greeting everyone again and apologizing for the interruption.

I’m always an idiot, aren’t I? Lloyd thought venomously. What did it matter anyway? I’ve never belonged here. Seeing a door ahead of him, he didn’t care where it actually led to. He reached for it, pushing inward. He just wanted to escape this suffocating party. This was so stupid…Why did I bother…

Then he heard a familiar yelp of surprise. “Aaah!”

Lloyd blinked, already moving forward with the door, unable to stop his momentum. “Colette?!”

This time though, there was a kitchen counter nearby, one stacked with an array of cakes, pies and other confectionary. The maid, Colette, leaned against it and caught herself. Lloyd did the same, though he was in front of Colette, hands reaching to grip the counter as he did so, leaning over her.

“Uh…” Lloyd blanked out, wondering what was happening suddenly.

“Lloyd!” She shook her head. “Sorry, I mean Master Lloyd! Sorry, I didn’t mean to get in the way…”

“You don’t need to call me- I mean, it’s not your-” He shook his own head in turn, still confused. “Agh, never mind. What are you doing here?”

“Oh…well, I’m working here for tonight.” She giggled. Lloyd noticed a few patches of flour on her cheeks, and some on the front of her chest too. “I was helping with some of the baking…and I was going to serve it too…”

“Wait, that’s why you’re not at home?” he asked. He finally had the sense to stop locking her against the counter and leaned back, hands slightly raised. “That’s cool… I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Oh, only for fruit pies and cakes,” she said happily. “They’re my favorite so I learned how to make those. Everything else I just sort of burn, hehe.” She clasped her hands together, fiddling with her flour-stained fingers. “How come you’re here, too?”

Lloyd looked away in embarrassment, his voice getting stuck in his voice. “Dad said I had to… But I think I just messed up things instead.” He sighed. “I’ve never fit in with these people. I should have just stayed home.”

Colette looked at him silently, still fiddling with her fingers. He mentally kicked himself. Now he was just making her uncomfortable. “Sorry, um, I won’t get in your way so I’ll just-”

“I think it was right, what you did,” she said, raising her head to him. “What those men said. About your mother… That was wrong of them.” She flushed, nervousness moving through her hands again. “I’m sorry.”

Lloyd stared. He wasn’t even sure what to say. But he tried to anyway to not let the silence stretch on. “Uh, th-that’s okay. But wait…I was like half the room away and the room is huge. How did you hear us?” He’d get it if she just heard him shouting but the rest…

“Ah, I just have good hearing. Like, really, really good!” She stood on her tiptoes, proud of her ability. “At least when I focus on it. I heard them speak awful things… I know people who’ve worked for them before, and they’re…very bad. Like, there’s this man named Remiel who I briefly served and-” She flushed again, bowing apologetically to Lloyd. “I’m sorry! I shouldn't have said that.”

“No, don’t worry! You’re right, they were total jerks!” Lloyd grinned, and soon Colette was grinning back, moved by his reassurances. “I think I was still pretty stupid for trying to punch them…but man, I wished I could have.”

“Maybe one day you’ll be able to!” Colette said in full support.

“Uh, yeah sure! If you think I can!” That was so nice. No one had ever cheered him for punching a guy before! “Thanks, Colette!”

She nodded again, smiling, but he saw she was hesitating in something, mouth partly open before shutting herself down.

“What is it, Colette?”

“It’s just…” Another furtive glance. “I lost my mother too. Because of an accident. Um, I was too young to really remember but…just…I wanted to mention…”

Lloyd's first thought was to reach out to take her hand, the one that she had clutched at her right arm. But he stopped himself, not wanting to seem creepy or weird. Instead he said, "It’s okay. I’m sorry about that.” He looked away to the shut door, where the party was still going, where the music was still playing.

Another nod, the silence stretching between them. Then Colette raised her head up to him, the shyness still there, even as she looked at him so plainly. "Hey...do you wanna go for a walk?"

Lloyd thought he was just hearing what he wanted to hear, and it wouldn't be exactly the first time that had happened. But Colette was looking at him earnestly, even with the flour of her baking still all over her. There was the urge to wipe that away, but still he kept his hands at his sides. It wouldn't be right, would it? For a nobleman like him to just start doing that for a maid, even if she was…

He ignored such thoughts and smiled brightly at her. "Heh, sure. Lead the way."

--

It wasn't the first time Lloyd had ever been out here in the backyard of the large mansion where the party was held. He had gone here a few times by himself, bored of the people, of the music, and eventually, even the food. But he had never gone outside with someone else next to him.

It was an outdoor garden, more simple than Zelos' own, and this didn't have any wooden stables like the one back home (where Noishe would sleep in), but there it did have a cobbled pathway, along with a small fountain in the middle. The falling water was the only constant sound in the stillness - if he didn't count his heart pounding between his ears.

"I like to go out and watch the stars when my shift is over," Colette said to him as they walked, her black dress shoes clicking over the stone. Lloyd saw the brightness of her white stockings displayed against the night, and hastily tried to move his gaze away. But luckily, she didn't seem to notice.

"I do too. My dad actually would talk with me about the stars a lot!" A pause afterwards, the brief warmth from that memory turning chill. "He, uh, hasn't done that since mom died."

"I'm sorry," Colette said to him, and it didn't sound just like a repeated condolence like he would expect. It sounded like she really meant it, like she always did with her apologies, as if she was the source for all of the world's troubles. “Did she also like the stars?”

“I think so…” Something about the way she asked him too made him want to talk more, especially with the stars overhead. And it seemed like she would want to hear it.

“I used to live with my mom before we moved here. At this old town called Luin. Though I don’t remember much of it… Dad would live there too. But then she got real sick and…we just moved here. Her grave’s still over there.” When was the last time he’d visited it? It felt so long ago. “So uh…I haven’t always been a noble person, but I guess I still was one because of dad.”

“I see,” Colette commented, thoughtful with her words. “He must understand how hard it must be.”

But…did he? Lloyd wondered about that. “It's okay… so, uh, have you always lived in Meltokio?" he asked randomly. They stopped in front of the fountain, their warped reflections within its depths.

"No, I used to live in a small village called Iselia. It's very different from here." She said so with a nervous laugh, but it brought out a redness in her cheeks that Lloyd couldn't stop staring at. "So much more people! And you can't see as many stars...but I still try to count them when I can."

"Count them? How do you count all these?" Lloyd looked back up the stars, remembering brief explanations of patterns and constellations. He wondered if his dad remembered that too.

"I just start from one end of the sky to the next! I never finish before I get too sleepy."

He grinned. "We should try counting them together. I bet we could get the whole sky that way!"

"Heh, really?" Colette looked over at him with excitement - until something tempered in her expression and she turned away. "But you're so busy. I wouldn't want to keep you."

You could, he thought, and managed to stop himself from saying it out loud. "It would be nice to spend time with you," he simply said, wondering if that was any better. "I mean, if you wanted to."

Colette looked like she was struggling on what to say next, even as a smile sprouted on her face. "I would, but… I don't know how to act around nobles. And they always say we shouldn't."

"Who cares what people say?" Lloyd tried not to let his tone get too sharp. It wasn't Colette he was mad at. "I mean...isn't that why you invited me out here?" Or did you just feel sorry for me?

Colette clasped her hands together, still sullied with flour. "I'm not as graceful or as pretty like the noble ladies though. I can't talk as well as them… and I can't even dance like they do."

"Huh? What do you mean about dancing?" That had felt out of place from everything else she mentioned. "Did you want to dance?"

Something from what he said got Colette blushing much more fervently. It rushed to her ears half-hidden by her hair, rushed to her neck where the collar of her dress was slightly unbuttoned. Did that happen when she was baking earlier? "I-I've always wanted to but never learned how."

At that, Lloyd grinned, index finger pointing at himself. "That's fine. I can teach you!"

"Oh! You know how to dance?"

"Well, not really. But how hard can it be?" He had seen enough of high-class dances to get the gist of it. Just hold hands and move your feet in a small circle. Simple!

Colette looked eager, and that only boosted his confidence. "Okay! Um, I'm not sure if I have the right shoes for it."

"Don't worry about it!" Lloyd reassured, then walked up to her. He couldn't let his nerves get the best of him now, even his heart still beat pretty fast. "Just give me your hand here...and uh, your waist?"

Colette tilted her head. "How do I give you that?"

"I mean, like, I can just…" So much for nerves, but then he let himself reach out this time, one hand holding against the small of her back. His other hand held hers, then raised them both up, outstretched and to the side. "Okay, I think this is how we start."

Colette's face was still very red, but she wasn't moving away. In fact, with her free hand, she reached out to grasp his shoulder. "I think… this is what I'm supposed to do too?"

"Y-Yeah! Good call." He swallowed, stood up straight with her, then...had no idea what to do next. Shoot, I never paid attention to this stuff before…

Colette waited patiently before letting her right foot move to the side. "Maybe we do this next?"

"Right!" Lloyd instantly agreed, following her direction with his own. But wait, he had heard about how he was supposed to be leading instead. After a while, he wasn't exactly sure who was leading who anymore, but they were going slow in their circles, just inches away from the fountain.

They did this for some time until he felt something heavy on his foot. "Ouch."

"Ah sorry, I didn't mean to step on you!" Colette said with another apology. "I was trying to catch up."

"Am I going too fast?" he asked. He tightened his hold on her waist. "Sorry, guess I'm not as good of a dancer as I thought."

"Ah no it's okay! I think you're really good." Colette didn't sound like she was just humoring him, at least going by how much she was smiling at him. The moonlight highlighted her braided hair, her cheeks that were still a bit stained with flour. "I'm happy you could teach me."

"Well in that case… there's other dancing moves we could try!" Because while it was nice being with Colette, dancing in circles was already getting a little boring now. "Like um...doing a twirl!" Now how would they do that?

"Oh, I know what you mean! I think you're supposed to lead the other person like this." At that, Colette stepped back and somehow used their connecting hands to motion him to move away.

"W-Whoa," he could only utter as he found himself twirling out slightly, his red ribbons nearly hitting him the face (that happened a few times before and it did actually hurt) then twirl back into the position they were in before, his hand on her waist again. "Hey, I did it!"

"Hehe, yeah!" Colette said back, so proud.

"Though I'm not sure if it was supposed to be me...but whatever!" Then he thought up something else. "What about this now?"

"What about wha- ahh!"

Lloyd dipped her slightly, like he would see Zelos do with one of the random ladies he'd take out. But Colette was shaky, nearly making Lloyd lose his hold. He spread out his stance slightly so that he could hold her with more stability. He probably looked awkward but luckily no one was around.

"I had you, Colette! I wasn't going to drop you."

“I know, I’m so sorry.” Colette looked up at him, one hand clutching at his shoulder more tightly. The light of the stars reflected in her eyes. Blue…“I’m…not a very good maid, I know…I mess up so many things…”

“What? That’s not what matters. And I’m the one that just started a fight not even five minutes ago.” Lloyd smiled at her, still holding her close, the sounds of the fountain still drowning out most sounds. “Besides, being a maid isn’t all you are.”

“Heh, yeah?” she giggled. Her braid fell back, towards the ground. If any closer, it would have dipped into the fountain water. Maybe he should pull them up now. “Thank you…for doing this with me. No one really looks at me as anything but a maid.”

“Well, they’re wrong then.” He nodded, getting a better grip of her waist. “You’re Colette.”

Her eyes grew softer, along with her voice. “And you’re Lloyd…just Lloyd.” Was she closer to him? The stars were brighter now. “And sometimes you’re silly…”

“Hey…where did that come from…?” he whispered back, but didn’t say anything more when her mouth pressed over his. Or his pressed over hers? Did it even matter?

What mattered though was that she was kissing him, the seconds passing as the sound of the fountain continued on in its constant dance.

It had been brief. He pulled back gently, finding his own blush reflected in her cheeks again.

“Ah…um…” Colette started before laughing nervously. “I didn’t…mean to.."

“You sure?” Lloyd asked, before once again leaning in, his hand pressing more against her waist, to bring her closer. “Because I think I did…” When did he ever become this smooth? But it didn’t matter because he was kissing her again and she was doing the same, noticing him… She sees me.

And maybe he should have noticed when the sounds of the garden changed. Because he could hear more clearly of the people inside the party, along with its music. 

It took him a moment to realize that meant that someone was opening the door to the garden from the house.

“Okay, bud, what part of just staying in the kitchen did you not get?! I know you're out here!" And there was Zelos' huffy whine, shoes going up the stone path. "You can stop moping now. Now let's get you back out there and-" 

A pause. Lloyd turned to see Zelos blinking within the muted lights from the mansion's windows, dumbfounded. “Uh…mingle?” A beat, mixed in with the chirping of crickets. “Why are you standing like you’re about to do a split?”

“Ah!” Colette yelped, her body moving again. “I’m sorry! I didn’t-!”

Lloyd tried to warn her. “Colette, wait! I’m gonna- whoa!”

He tried to save them both by reaching out to the fountain. But that was his first mistake. The rim of the fountain was too low, so he couldn't really grab at it at all. Instead, his forward momentum had only brought them both towards the fountain…

...until they fell right in it too.

The calm of the night completely crashed along with the furious sound of splashing water. The water wasn't deep, both already sitting up, their clothes drenched, along with pretty much everything else.

"Agh! Colette! Are you okay?" he asked while coughing up water at the same time. "I'm sorry!" He couldn't believe how badly he had messed this up.

Colette was seated across from him in the fountain, until her body started to shake. She must have been cold now...until he saw her smile. Wait, she was laughing?

"That...that was fun!" She said between fits of giggles. And for some reason, it only made him laugh too. 

"You have a weird idea of fun," he said back, even if he couldn't deny how much fun it felt like right now.

"And you're a mess!" she said pointing at him...then suddenly splashed him with more water!

"Hey! Well, so are you!" And then he did the same to her, watching as she tried to shield herself, her maid's cap drooping on her head. "Take that!"

Both were too busy playing that they had long forgotten about Zelos who stood there, confused and maybe a little irritated that they already forgot about him in the first place.

"You know what? Fine. Just have fun at your kiddy pool!" Witht that, he turned away. But both noble and maid showed no indication of hearing him, still busy splashing each other. He sighed.

"I guess he knows more than he's letting on," he said with a smirk, and left the two to continue their very weird way of having fun with each other.

[notseriousseriously]

The Magic Gang’s “Death of the Party” Breathes Life Into A Not So Fun Time

“Death of the Party” is just what the doctor ordered for a year that has made it hard to keep a positive attitude.

Photo via DIY Magazine

by Tania Pérez

“Death of the Party” is The Magic Gang’s second album and sees a more mature band talk about realistic situations while maintaining their positive outlook. The album, released in August of this year, was meant to come out in May, but the group decided to push it back because it “felt too raw” to release it during the pandemic’s peak. The album’s signature indie sound is characterised by the inclusion of various instruments, layered harmonies, smooth vocals and an overall laid back vibe. In “Death of the Party” the U.K. band shows how it has grown and matured since the release of their self-titled debut album in 2018.

The Magic Gang’s sophomore album was recorded over the course of four weeks in Atlanta last summer with the help of Grammy-winning producer Ben H. Allen. The band described the experience as a “mental heatwave”. In an interview with DIY Magazine the band’s members, guitarists Jack Kaye and Kris Smith, bassist Gus Taylor and drummer Paeris Giles, shared that they spent Atlanta’s summer evenings absorbing “the sounds of Atlanta’s musical natives, catching sweaty hometown gigs”. However, the most important experience was attending a Sunday service at Martin Luther King’s church. “It was one of the most moving experiences of my life”, said Giles.

As opposed to their debut album where the band wrote idealistic love songs that sounded roughly the same, “Death of the Party” sees a more experimental band play with different tempos. Kaye told NME that in the first album they wanted to recreate the live experience, but for the second album the goal was to deconstruct every song and “think more specifically about each tune”.

Photo via DIY Magazine

“Death of the Party” lends itself to all kinds of listening– you can listen to it while laying in bed or having a small socially distanced get together. In short, the album is equal parts dance party and pity party.

The upbeat “Think”, “Just a Minute”, “Take Back The Track” and “Make Time For Change” are the perfect antidote for a year that has forced us to find joy in little things. The brassy “Think” tells us to hold on a moment, contemplate, and remember love. The Motown horns continue in “Make Time For Change” where the band tells us that it is never too late to better ourselves.

The woozy “Make A Sound” features an electric piano that is the perfect complement to the group’s polished harmonies. It is the most indie-sounding track on the record. Smith admits he’s “somewhat unwell” in the grungy “Gonna Bounce Back”, but amidst the song’s “power chords and soul” he resolves to bounce back. Kaye begs his partner to hold him close and never let him go in the teen rom-comesque “Just A Minute”, a sentiment that hits close to home for quarantine lovers.

The Beatles and The Beach Boys’ influence on the band shows in “(The World) Outside My Door”, which was written during the Extinction Rebellion protests. The harmonies call back to The Beach Boys while the song’s psychedelic vibe reminds one of The Beatles’ “Tomorrow Never Knows”.

The standout song on the album is the disco-inspired “Take Back The Track” with its funky bass and drums and a guitar layer that reminds DIY Magazine’s James Balmont of Nile Rodgers. The “aah” heard in the chorus was lifted from New Orleans’s The Meters’ classic “Cissy Strut”. The song was inspired by Sister Sledge’s “Pretty Baby” which the band heard on a night out at a legendary bar in North London. The song even includes the lyrics “In the light of dawn I found it” as an homage to “Pretty Baby”’s lyrics “In the light of he dawn/ A pretty babe was born”. “Take Back the Track” even appeared on the BBC Radio 1 playlist among songs from artists like The 1975.

The album also includes “a very weird accidental crossover” between “Make A Sound” and the title track. Kaye and Smith told NME that they went to the same party and both members accidentally wrote a song about it. Kaye’s lyrics “Sounds like it could be two people arguing/ And I hope it’s not my friend/ Cause that can f*** up a good night and I don’t want that for them” in “Make A Sound” references Smith’s “Death of the Party” where he sings “Everyone around me wants to see us fight/ And if you keep on pushing then you know that I might”.

The Magic Gang has had time to think about the album in the year between its production and release. Smith told DIY Magazine “The songs have the same lyrics, but I reflect differently now because of all this very abstract dread going on in the world”, stating that the problems he was “moaning” about are minuscule compared to the world’s current state. Regardless of the levity of their problems, the band’s message to stay positive is even more relevant now.

In 2018 Vice called The Magic Gang a “vital part of their city’s fledgling reputation for bright, purposeful new bands”, and they have lived up to that reputation. “Death of the Party” proved The Magic Gang to be a versatile band able to explore new sounds while staying true to their own. With their optimistic outlook and harmony magic, The Magic Gang brought life to a party all of their own.

[c0rpseductor]

1-10 for your inquisitor >:3c

>:3!!!! THANK YOU FOR ASK....

1. name/race: my quiz is basically me but thedas, so he has my name, lestat! he’s an elf! originally he was a city elf, but lived with a dalish clan for a time. then he did his own thing.

2. orientation: he is gay!

3. looks: AAH i just did that tarot of him recently so

he’s on the chubby/curvy side and absurdly short, like, 5 foot even, so in my mind only a few inches taller than varric. his eyes are closed here, but they’re red.

4. feelings on being called herald of andraste: he HATED that shit, even moreso when he’d point out he hated it and get ignored or told he should accept being called the herald. he was steamed about it almost every time someone mentioned it.

5. religious beliefs: he was raised andrastian and believes in the maker. he did used to live with the dalish and so has some weird crossover with elvhen religious stuff, but mostly his paradigm is andrastian. he’s not very religious, and has a pretty strained relationship with both his faith and the maker.

6. opinion on mage/templar war: “fuck the templars,” basically. he’s heard about what happens in circles and he doesn’t have anything against mages, so he’s pretty much in agreement with mages on the issue. he thinks there being a war is tragic, especially when uninvolved people get hurt, but he sees that as the fault of the templars for forcing mages to strike back for their rights.

7. best friend: if i can only pick one companion, cole for sure. he ALWAYS wants to be in cole’s good graces and thinks the world of him since he’s so genuine and kind. he really worries about cole, too. he sort of takes on a big brother attitude, because he relates to cole a lot, and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to him. he gets along well with dorian, bull, josephine and varric, too.

8. rival: not sure if he counts as a rival, but solas. there’s not really any competition between them, though; he just kind of hates solas’ guts because of how pedantic he is. lestat tries pretty hard to NOT be a complete dick to solas because he feels guilty being mean to people, but solas always makes him regret it. solas doesn’t quite seem to understand that lestat is a man, either, so he treats him a lot like he treats female lavellan. (there’s a bit of a crush on his end purely because solas reminds me SO MUCH of every nerdy guy in high school who thought i would be his manic pixie dream girl.) they tend to argue a lot.

9. love interest: I HAD TO CART MY BOY IN....i am desperately in love with märchen soundhorizon, and so i made a dragon age AU version of him, and ship my quiz with him. basically märchen is an abomination elf mage, kind of like anders but undead (edit: probably more easily compared to wynne). he mostly integrated with the demon “possessing” him (vengeance). he has a whole backstory and stuff but i could go on for 100 years. here’s the tarot i did for him!

10. class: Warrior!!! he uses two-handed weapons and has the reaper specialization. in my headcanon, he is also a mage, but didn’t know until the anchor woke up his magic (bit of a late bloomer, magically speaking). he’s no good at using magic with any consistency, so it’s more of an unreliable supplement to his skill at smashing shit with a sword as big as him.

[cinnamonsugarsheith-blog]

Sensible

All the Sheith parent feels!!😍

No warnings, G rating!

It kills Keith to hand over the keys to his cherry red fully customized mustang to get a trade in quote, but he knows it the practical thing to do.

They're due to get the kids they were matched with for adoption at the end of the month. And he can remember the look the caseworker, Ms Allura, had given his car. Shiro bussed to work, but they definitely needed a... He cringed... Sensible car that could fit a booster and a car seat and all the gear they would need when they got into sports or dance or whatever else they could spoil Matthew and Katie with.

He could of course fit all that in his car now... It just... His pride and joy wasn't worth the safety of their kids. He swallowed thickly watching the salesman ooh and aah over his car.

"Dude, I'm gonna be honest. Don't sell this to us. We could never cover what it's worth. I know a guy, my best friend, Hunk... He'll actually give you what it's worth. I can give you his number."

Keith blinked, shocked. "Uh... Sure? How much would you give me here?"

"I can write up a quote for you, but Hunk and Kolivan will double it. Easy. This thing is a street racers dream."

"Yeah... It is..."

The next evening he drug Shiro off the bus and to the lot Lance had all but chased him off of the day before.

"Keith, what did you do?" Shiro was finally putting the pieces together. The disappearance of Keith's prized red mustang, Keith taking the bus to work this morning, the weird call they'd gotten from the bank on the way over.

"We need a family car... For... For Matt and Katie." He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Baby..." Shiro's face softened and he leaned forward to give Keith a gentle kiss. "You didn't have to..."

"I wanted to."

"All right..." He thumbed over the scar that ran across Keith's cheek. "Let's try some out, baby."

"Hey man!" Lance's cheery voice carried across the lot. "I've got all the models lined up out back for you."

Lance led them through the small waiting area to the mechanics bays. A line of bright red suvs and crossovers waited for them to test drive.

"Thought if nothing else I could get the color right!"

"Perfect."

"Well let me give you the specs." Lance started rattling off a list of things about the first suv, but Shiro stopped him as soon as he heard the gas milage.

The second they drove around the lot, but the size of the blind spots irritated Keith. With two little kids running around he needed to feel like he wasn't gonna hit them pulling out of the driveway.

Eventually Keith was ready to punch out a car window with how annoyed he was. Screw car shopping.

"What about this one?" Shiro paused at a black SUV.

"It's not red, but if you want to try it!!"

It was big for a hybrid. And had a back up camera. And had good crash ratings.

Keith practically threw his debit card at Lance when they got out.

When they got to the adoption agency in their shiny new black SUV Allura gave it a once over and a small sniff of appraisal.

"Much better, Mr Shirogane." She directed the comment at Shiro, who gave her a friendly if diplomatic smile.

"It was time."

"My husband seems to have acquired a hobby car that resembles your old one... Funny car, that one."

"Strange...."

"At any rate, Matthew and Katie are this way."

She let them to a small room where a little boy with glasses was helping a littler toddler with pigtails build a huge block tower.

"Matthew, Katie, meet Mr Takashi and Keith Shirogane. Your new fathers."

The kids both looked away from their blocks.

"Hi, I'm Matt, and this is my sister Pidge... Do you have Legos?"

"We do!" Shiro lit up and knelt down. "A whole table full."

"Okay, we can go then." He took Katie's hand and walked past Shiro and Keith towards the door.

Shiro and Keith shared a smile.

"Okay, let's go home."

"Home?"

Keith scooped both children up. "Yeah, Matt.... Home."

[moonraccoon-exe]

Consider this: FFXV x Gyakuten Saiban/Ace Attorney. Noctis inheriting Caelum and Co. from Regis, advised by long-time family friend Cor. Cor being adoptive dad to Prompto, and the whole first case where you meet Maya. Ignis and Gladiolus being Edgeworth and Gumshoe. Caligo as Prosecutor Payne. Weskham as Godot. Umbra as Missile. Just imagine that~

DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

YES

YES SO HARD OHMYGO DSAIJDJFKGDFSDKF SDOKFJ

YES OHMYGOD DEAR LORDS ABOVE THIS IS THE AU I DIDN’T KNOW I DESPERATELY NEEDED AND NOW I’M IN A…MIGHTY  N E C E S S I T Y HHGNHNFGH

*THROWS TANTRUM*

I    WANT   THIS    A     U     AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Dude, yes so hard!!

Defense attorney Noctis! I mean, he already has the black spiky-on-the-back hair and the blue thematic! Besides the non-impressed sort of attitude at times, where the bouncy sidekick is all “HEY HEY LOOK AT THIS FUNNY THING :D” and he’s just “…eh.” BUT without being a too-serious too-dead-inside person. It fits so ridiculously good, dammit!

Veteran defense attorney Cor, I just- *fangasms* HNNNNNNNGGGGGG, YES! Dear Cor being a mentor to dear Noct, aah. Imagine that; the two standing at the defense’s side, Cor being quiet and just going with hinting Noct at what to do. “Did you hear that, Noct? The witness thinks he’s so smart that he didn’t notice he just let out some vital bit of info. You should press him, but be careful with how you word it.”

Hnghngh

Maya!Prompto. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

BUT IT FITS SO GOOD!? The happy cinnamon roll that’s too pure for this world and is always such a happy presence. Always smiling, being a hyperactive little ball of adorableness, enjoying of kids’ TV shows, and being the most loyal of companions to Noct. :’) The very loyal and happy sidekick, that remains badass in his own way. THIS IS A MIGHTY NECESSITY THAT I HAVE FOR THIS AU WITH THESE ROLES GODDAMMIT *punches through wall*

Everything fits so nicely, but Maya!Prompto is definitely the most accurate. Even when they’re sad it fits! You can just imagine the one frame where Maya has the head slightly down, eyes on Phoenix, and tears on the corner of her eyes, and see Prompto like that instead almost like he was made to take the role aaaaaah!

Ignis as Edgeworth and Gladio as Gumshoe COULDN’T HAVE EVER GOTTEN ANY BETTER.

Prosecutor Ignis, though, CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT. UNGH. To start with, Ignis in fancy suits is already fantastic enough and I need it. Now imagine him going “Objection!” and being all smug and confident about his stuff. I just…love this.

And it also fits really nicely, considering the entire “childhood friends” with Noct! :O   AAAAAH

Gumshoe reminded me of Gladio in some ways, but there were two or three parts where I was like “this is ABSOLUTELY some sort of Gladio”. I mean, Gumshoe likes puppies (he’s super fond of Missile, it seems!), he’s this big and tough looking guy but he’s really just a giant teddy bear, always laughing, and even a little naïve at times, he likes flirting with girls at times, but he’s not rude or bad with them, he has this absolute devotion to Ignis/Edgeworth…and not to forget about that time when Gumshoe arrived to Phoenix’s office asking for a job, saying he could be useful and cook, and said his speciality is “Instant noodles”. Hahahahaha!! And later on he says something about his salary being so poor that he’s been living on instant noodles for who knows how long. ABSOLUTELY GLADIO!

Caligo would work great as Payne just for the fact that they’re both annoying AND I HATE BOTH OF THEM.

B   U   T

I HAVE A BETTER ROLE FOR CALIGO.

Just imagine….it’s Caligo but he takes the role of one..

Prosecutor Manfred Von Karma.

*EXPLODES*

I mean, it would be SOOOOOOOO cool considering Edgeworth Ignis! Manfred and Caligo both are men older than Miles/Ignis, both killed a figure that was senior to Miles/Ignis, both hold a huge grudge against Miles/Ignis because Miles/Ignis did something better than them or ruined them in some way and both Miles and Ignis actually physically INJURED them, which is the reason both want revenge on the younger ones and want to ruin their lives, and both are always all “lmao I am so perfect”.

Imagine Caligo taking Ignis under his wing pretending to be an ally but really he’s just waiting for the moment to ruin him…D:

*CHIMES IN THROUGH THE WALL*

ARANEA IS FRANZISKA, RIGHT?

I mean, grey-haired dominatrix with a whip that goes around smacking Noctis and everyone but who’s just doing her job and is actually amazing at it B|

(Omg, Gladio being scared of Aranea, ahahaha)

Weskham as Godot.

OhmygOD….Weskahm as Godot….hnHNGHNGNFGNH-

*SHORT CIRCUITS*

*SHARP INHALE*

I LOVED WESKHAM AS HE IS. I LOVED GODOT AS HE IS.

AND YOU JUST MADE A MIXTURE OF THE TWO!?!?!? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

DUDE, YES!! IT FITS SO AMAZINGLY WELL AAAAAAAAAAAH

The fancy guy in a fancy vest who talks fancily. I NEED THAT.

Imagine Weskham at the prosecutor’s side. He already has the clothes. And now he has a mug of coffee (or perhaps a cup of Altissian wine), and he has that smug smile and shakes the head.

Oh boi, did you see what you just did with Godot!Weskham?

You just shipped Weskham/Cor and made it very much canon, oh my~ ewe

speAKING OF cOr thOUGH

CAN WE PLEASE….NOT KILL HIM, THOUGH? ;A;

Hnhfgnhnfgmhfg, I know in some way Mia lives even if just through Maya and Pearly and in random flashes Phoenix has, but…it’s…not…the same hgnhgfngf

I mean, it would make quite a story! Your second case as an attorney, where they killed one of your dad’s best friends and who was a dear friend to you, and your mentor, and the defendant is no other but COR’S SON HIMSELF what the fahk ohmyfgidkjgfmfd, THE SCANDAL! AAAAH!

…I just- *deep breath* I don’t have the heart to kill Cor… ;w;   Even less to make Prommy walk into his corpse…. ;w;    and be BLAMED for it… ;w;

I DON’T HAVE THE HEART TO DO ANY OF THAT, CAN WE KILL SOMEONE ELSE AND CAN COR LIVE PWEASE

When I first read “Umbra as Missile”, and partly because I was waking up and half asleep as I read it, I was like “Missile, who the hell is Missile. OhnO, surely Missile is a dog that appears later on in Apollo Justice or DD or SoJ and I haVEN’T PLAYED ANY OF THEM, YOU’RE SPOILING MEEEEEEEEEEEE oh wait no Missi- *gaASPS* MISSILE IS THE- AHAHAHA of coooooourse! HOW CUTE! C:”

Goddamit, this is the AU that’s ENDING ME and I happilly accept this end. BOTH GAMES ARE TOO GOOD UNGH MIXING THEM IS LIKE MIXING EPIC WITH EPIC, YOU GET EPIC SQUARE.

Just- imagine that. B|

It’s Final Gyakuten Saiban Fantasy XV. Also known as Final Ace Attorney Fantasy XV. It sounds- weird now that I read it, BUT IT’S THE MOST EPIC GAME/STORY YOU WILL EVER ENCOUNTER.

Noctis Wright Caelum, rookie defense attorney in the job. He likes blue and black suits and has a spiky black hair, and usually comes up with ideas as he’s on the go. He’s usually “wright” ;D

Meet his mentor! Cor Leonis, a more experienced defense attorney and friend to Noctis’ dad, an attorney retired due to health problems (now worries, he’s fine now that he gets to rest). Cor Leonis, usually coming off as rather serious and cold, but is actually a very caring and friendly ally during trial.

His son, Prompto, a rather bouncy and slightly hyperactive young boy, Noctis’ age, passionate for photography, and with rather poor comprehension of the law, BUT incredibly useful when it comes to seeing people’s lies and contradictions.

And on the prosecution’s side, we have one Ignis Scientia! With a mysterious background, Ignis is smart, calculating, sly, dark, and he’s tagged as a genius, having started at age 19/20 and not having lost one single case up until now. And his mentor, oh, yes, the man that took him under his wing when Ignis lost his father under mysterious circumstances…

Caligo von Uldor, a FUCKING PIECE OF GARBAGE.

And he grows up next to one grey haired and slightly aggressive, super sassy Aranea, who started prosecution at age THIRTEEN because she’s a bloody genius. And cheats sometimes. Because she’s still a mercenary as a lawyer but HEY I DIDN’T MAKE THE RULES.

And let’s not forget the friendly and adorable detective Gladiolus Amicitia, a guy that may come off as tough looking at first, but is really just a noodle-obsessed pet-lover flirty adorable precious angel that just wants justice and for everyone to be happy and for those he cares about to be safe. He has absolute devotion to and admires prosecutor Ignis Scientia a lot and would do ANYTHING for him… :’3

Detective Gladio likes to hang with the dog-in-training at the police department Umbra! A NICE FLUFFEEH ADORABLE LITTLE BOY THAT WILL EAT ALL THE SAMURAI HOT DOGS IN ONE GO!

And I would talk about the mysterious prosecutor Armaugh, and maybe also about Cor’s former and apparently now dead boyfriend defense attorney Weskham, but that’s- quite a long story and I’m not sure I should write it all XD

GASPS.

Bro.

Bro…

Twins Stella & Lunafreya…

YOU KNOW FOR WHICH ROLES.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*HEAD EXPLODES DUE TO MINDBLOW*

CAN TALCOTT BE PEARLY PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Yes. Simply…simply YES to this AU… ;A;

[[There’s no more under the cut other than my own thoughts. It’s not a long answer but I’ll add a keep reading here, buddy c:]]

I recently beat the Ace Attorney trilogy for the first time just a few weeks ago and I’m still absolutely enamored and in love with it. I didn’t think it would be more than just funny criminal cases, didn’t know there was an entire plot and character building and development in there, and I had of course close to not a single idea I would fall for this series SO DEEP AND SO HARD.

And now, thinking about it mixed with the GLORIOUS FFXV that is sorta special to me…

*SOBS*I CAN’T.

THIS IS THE PERFECT CROSSOVER/AU AND I’M STILL IN THAT NECESSITY FOR IT ADH AHSDAS DHA *BAWLS*

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGH.

Thank you so much for sharing this with me. As I was playing I was trying to think of some way to mix it with FFXV but didn’t put much brain in it. But YOU, my friend, you landed it PERFECTLY and so exquisitely. URGH. Your ask was so glorious to receive and to read through because YES to everything!!!

I’M ALL THE WAY INTO IT FOR ACE ATTORNEY AND FFXV /AND/ FOR ACE ATTORNEY X FFXV ASDKJFKSDJFDS ;A;

I was so happy to receive something AA too, ahaha. I don’t talk much about it because 99% of the people follow me due to FFXV but I’d do it gladly anytime, so I’m SUPER HAPPY that you talked about it with me. BOTH GAMES FILL ME SO MUCH OF SO MANY AND SO INTENSE FEELS HFNJGNF

Now I desperately need art for this. Godot!Weskham, Prosecutor!Ignis, Detective!Gladio…URGH. IT’S ALL TOO GOOD AND THE MENTAL IMAGES IN MY HEAD ARE BRILLIANT (ﾉД`)

GODS, thank you so much for reacing out to me with this LOVELY and wonderful ask. I’M SO INTO THIS HELL AND AU AND I’D GLADLY TALK ABOUT IT ANY DAMN TIME AGAIN KALSDJKLDSFJD

Thank you so, so, so much for dropping this INCREDIBLY LOVELY ask in! I CAN’T TELL YOU HOW EPIC IT TRULY IS, AT LEAST TO ME, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Now I’m gonna be thinking about this FOREVER

(; ω ; )

I hope you’re having a WONDERFUL day or night, buddy! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

[cdc1345711]

Rick And Morty/My Little Pony Crossover Part 3

(After last night’s night of drunken intoxication the Mane 6 and the two humans are woken up by the most useful means of wake ups-the sun)

Rick:(Feeling the sunlight on his face get’s up and yells out the window)HEY CELESTIA TURN THAT GOD DAMN OVERSIZE LAMP OFF I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!!!!!”

Twilight:(Waking up)Uuuuh(and seeing everyone passed out and sleeping in weird positions)Oh sweet Celestia what did we do last night?”

Rick:(Pointing in the direction of Twilight)Don’t you WHO you did last night haha”

(Just then Rarity wakes up........right next to Twilight)

Rarity:Morning Dar......(sees she’s next to Twilight and they both blush causing a big squeal)”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”

Morty:OH MY GOD WHAT-UH(feels his head)God my head hurts.....”

Fluttershy/Rainbow Dash:(Seeing the other sleeping next to each other)AAH”

Fluttershy:OH MY GOODNESS I’M SO SORRY RAINBOW DASH”

Rainbow Dash:NO I’M SORRY FLUTTERSHY!!!!”

Applejack:I think I speak for everypony......I uh mean every-BODY here when I say never again will we drink ‘that’ type of cider again”

Rick:Not making any promises to that(drinks from his flask and sees someone is missing)hey were’s that annoying pink one with the ear bleeding high voice?”

Twilight:What??? where’s Pinkie”

Morty:AWE CRAP WE LOST HER”

Rick:Fan-Fucking-Tastic,looks like we got ourselves a ‘Hangover’ scenario Pony edition”

(Just then Pinkie arrives with boxes that is most likely breakfast)

Pinkie:(Acting like she was unaffected by the alcohol)Morning everyone-while you guys were sleeping I went out to get us supplies for breakfast-I got pancakes,muffins,toast and waffles”

Rick:How about some bacon and eggs?”

Pinkie:Tee-hee silly Ricky,ponies don’t eat meat or eggs”

Rick:Call me Ricky again and i’ll send you to-oh wait use that line already-shit-uh........know what call me ‘Ricky’ again and you can go fu-UGH-ck yourself,because I doubt any’pony’ else wants too”

Pinkie:Well I would but again this is a kids show so I can’t really ‘fudge’ myself”

Rick:Nor do I want to see you ‘fudge’ yourself.......be a waste of fudge”

Twilight:(Confused by what they’re saying she looks at the clock and freaks out)OH NO WE’RE GONNA MISS THE TRAIN TO THE CRYSTAL EMPIRE!!!!”

(So the group hauls flanks and asses to the train station-ignoring their hangovers-and gets there in time to buy tickets and get their seats and arrives at the Crystal Empire-only to be greeted by Cadence herself)

Morty:(Still feeling the hangover)Ugh-my head is still hurting,how do you deal with this Rick?”

Rick:Years of practice Morty.......(sips from his flask)years of practice)”

Cadence:Welcome everypony to(sees their faces)my goodness what happened to you girls?”

Twilight:Please don’t ask(she hears small baby talk and immediately thinks)is Flurry here?”

Cadence:Yes she is(brings out Flurry to meet her Auntie Twily)”

Flurry:Twi-lah uhh”

Twilight:AWE(uses her magic to float her over to her)Your Auntie missed you so much(kisses her cheeks)”

Rick:(To Morty)Morty whose the baby?”

Morty:Flurry Hearts Princess Cadence’s daughter and Twilight’s niece”

Rick:How the Hell did 2 lesbian ponies make a baby-did they magic themselves up some dicks to help?”

Morty:Princess Cadence is married to Twilight’s brother Shining Armor”

Rick:(Hearing the word ‘brother’)Wait the’re ‘straight’ couples in this show? I just thought all the ponies were gay”

Morty:No they’re-well some are-but not all”

Rainbow Dash:Hey know were the nearest bathroom is.....”

Cadence:Yes it’s right there(and in a flash Rainbow flies off to the bathroom)wow-but seriously why are you girls like this?”

Twilight:Well uh you see......”

Morty:We stayed up all night partying and we’re still kinda tired”

Cadence:Awe-okay makes sense”

Rick:You know that’s bullshit right?”

Morty:Well sorry I didn’t want word getting out Twilight and the others got drunk and ruin her image”

Rick:Uuugh-God dammit Morty”

(While they wait for her- Rainbow Dash flew out of the bathroom-whether to either use it or puke-she spots a newspaper with an ‘interesting’ image)

Rainbow Dash:Oh by the Princesses(grabs the newspaper and flies to her friends)GUUUUUUUUUYS(puts it on Rick’s lap)look at this...”

Rick:My God.........you use Newspapers,I mean I know you don’t have the Techno-UUUGH-gy for smartphones or tablets but......”

Rainbow Dash:It’s what’s on the front page(the image was Rainbow and Fluttershy making out while the others watched with the title ‘Princess Twilight’s Royal Fun Night’-much to the other embarrassment)

Rick:(Reading the paper)As of last night Princess of Friendship Twilight Sparkle,her friends and 2 monkey like creatures were drinking what looks like cider but has a different ‘affect’ than normal ones causing her friends to grow closer to one another,maybe being promoted to the Princess of ‘Love’.....’-’Monkey Like Creatures? those mother Fuc.....”

Fluttershy:(Tearing up)Oh.....my....Nooooo”

Rainbow Dash:Our lives are ruined”

Twilight:Who did this???”

 Morty:(Reading who wrote it)Awe crap.........Flim and Flam”

Mane 6:’GASP’”

Rick:Da fucks a ‘Flim and Flam’?”

Morty:Two con-ponies who try to trick ponies into giving them their bits”

AppleJack:Those low-down dirty varmints”

Rarity:The nerve they’ve gone too far”

Cadence:I swear we’ll stop them”

(On their way to the castle they meet with Shining Armor-reading the newspaper)

Shining Armor:Twily I read the paper and don’t worry we’ll stop the Pony who made these articles pay”

Twilight:It’s nothing important-what is important is helping Rick and Morty find a crystal to get home”

Morty:Really Twilight? I mean it is our fault(whispers ‘Mostly Rick’s’)that this happened maybe we should.....”

Twilight:Morty I get what you’re saying but bringing you home is more important-I bet your family is worried sick about you”

Morty:(Realizing he hasn’t been home for a day)Oh man I like totally forgot about Mom.Dad and Summer”

Rick:I take you on adventures that last a month or even a year-I doubt they’ll be worried”

(Int he real world......or at least Rick and Morty’s Universe-Jerry is trying to call his son......for the 14th time)

Jerry:MORTIMER SMITH YOU CALL ME BACK RIGHT NOW!!!!”

Beth:Wait Morty’s full name isn’t ‘Mortimer’?”

Jerry:Wait it’s not? always thought it was?”

(And while Jerry and Beth are talking Summer is sitting on the couch flipping through channels until she hits......)

Summer:Uh Mom Dad.........Morty and Grandpa Rick are on My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic”

Jerry/Beth:WHAT??”

Jerry:Honey that is impossible(sees Morty and Rick talking with the Mane 6,Cadence and Shining Armor)holy crap they are on MLP-and it looks like they found Twilight,Pinkie Pie,Applejack,Fluttershy,Rarity and Rainbow Dash, that’s smart(Beth and Summer look at Jerry in a kind of ‘really,you watch this kid’s show’ look)hey it’s a good show that me and Morty like to watch”

Summer:Dad-a grown man watching a show about cartoon ponies with his son is creepy”

Beth:Summer-rewind the episode and see why they’re on My Little Pony(as they rewind a voice says ‘previously on My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic’ and Rick and Morty say their portal gun is destroyed,need to get back and the Mane six helps them)so that’s it”

Jerry:(Makes an annoying sound)Why.......why does Rick have to ruin everything I love(Beth and Summer look at them)hey this show is the only thing that makes me happy-except you Beth heh heh(Beth just roles her eyes)”

Summer:What should we do? what would Grandpa Rick do?”

Jerry:Get shit-faced,sleep,wake up,make fun of us just for living then make something in his garage”

Beth:That’s.........actually pretty accurate”

Beth:So let’s do it then-me and Jerry will find something to make into some dimension-portal hopping device while you Summer stay here and keep an eye on Dad and Morty”

Jerry:(Wanting to be the one to watch it)Uuuuuh”

Beth:Shut it Jerry”

(Back in Equestria-Rick and Morty and the Mane 6 walk to the Crystal Mine and are looked by everypony whose read the newspaper)

Rarity:Doh I wish they’d stop staring at us”

Rainbow Dash:Hey at least you don’t have your face on the cover like me and Flutters here(Fluttershy covering her face with her wings)”

Applejack:(Spots something that burns her eyes)Oh no......(it’s Flim and Flam selling the news papers)”

Flim:Step right up-don’t be shy”

Flam:Come and get the hottest selling paper ever to hit the shelves”

Twilight:Let’s go another way”

(But it’s too late the brothers see them and immediately take action)

Flam:Well if it isn’t the Princess herself along with the love-ponies ‘FlutterDash’-”

Flim:Mind giving us another picture?”

Rick:I take you ass-bags are Flim and Flam which by the way retarded names”

Flam:Oh and they brought their monkey companions too”

Rick:I ain’t no fucking monkey you horse-shit con-artists”

Flim:Certainly has a mouth on him dear brother”

Flam:Quite dear brother......”

Twilight:Please let;s just go......”

Morty:Come on Rick these two aren’t worth it”

Rick:(Begrudgingly grrs)You’re lucky(sips from his flask)”

Flam:I wonder what he’s drinking?”

Flim:Whatever it is,must be awful”

Flam:Possibly the same liquid that made the Princess and her companions act like fools”

Flim:Seems like it dear brother”

Flam:Of course more profit for us”

Flim/Flam:Hahahahahaahahhaha”

(Rick sees that their taunting is making the girls even more sad and decides......)

Rick:Fuck it-Morty hold my flask(gives the flask to Morty and walks up to Flim and Flam)”

Flam:Oh look the Monkey is back”

Flim:Care for a banana....Wait what are you......”

(And in seconds-and off panel)Rick is beating the crap out of both brothers causing all kinds of bodily pain to the pony brothers)

Rick:(Over their beaten bodies)ANY OF YOU ASS-HOLES GIVE THESE PONY SHIT FOR WHAT THEY DID LAST NIGHT-THIS IS GONNA BE YOU(lifts up Flim and Flam’s head while the ponies drop the newspaper and run away-Rick then let’s go of them)”

Morty:(Runs up and kicks Flim in the side and Flam in the face)That’s what you get BITCHES-HUWAHHHHH”

Rick:You’re welcome......”

Applejack:Didn’t have to beat them to a pulp you know.........but I’m glad you did”

Rarity:Me too”

Fluttershy:Me three”

Pinkie:Me Four haha”

Rick:(Smiling)Again you’re welcome”

Rainbow Dash:And Morty nice kick”

Morty:Thanks”

Twilight:Alright-let’s help these two Mo-”

Rick:Don’t you fucking dare.......”

Twilight:Teehee-let’s help these 2 people get home”

Rick:That’s better”

(The Mane 6 and Rick and Morty head off to the Crystal Mines to find suitable diamonds for Rick’s machine)

THE END