#illusionists au

[seasealwaters]

It's just rude how I have yet to see a Now You See Me! Six of Crows AU.

NO BUT WAIT, WAIT. Bear with me. The Crows as illusionists and magicians brought together to create elaborate performances that may or may not be a way to extract revenge on a few people (Jan, Heleen, and Pekka, we're looking at you) and steal a lot of money in the process. The group could be either formed by Kaz himself, or like in the movie, they're brought together by a mysterious individual for a job (in this, it could be Jan to commit the equivalent of the Ice Court Heist, until the Crows turn back on him).

Like. Imagine. Kaz would definitely be an amazing escape artist and the master mind of the operations. He would have the best sleight of hand ever. With his flair for dramatics, I think he would also be a great performer, and have a whole "character" for the show: you know, Dirtyhands, with his all black clothes, raspy voice, dry wit, slight smirk, scary monologues and taunts. He's not even pretending, really, but it works really well on stage, and the public loves it, loves when he's taunting them, and legit creeping them out.

Inej would be into the escape thing as well, and she would love the tricks where she vanishes and then apparates in a different corner of the room, or just behind someone in the audience (they wouldn't even notice until one the Crows points it out or Inej taps them on the shoulder. The number of times they almost had to call an ambulance because she legit gives them heart attacks). I feel like she would also be a contortionist who's able to fit in small boxes and cupboards, to the point where you start to ask yourself if she even has bones. She would incorporate acrobatics in her performances.

Jesper would love flashy tricks with cards, coins, and so on. I know that sleight of hand is more Kaz's thing in the book, but I feel like it would suit him well, too. Kind of like the Jack Wilder of the group. He would do tricks with guns, bullets and shooting, of course. Also, I feel like he would be the one the Crows rely on to distract the crowd, to catch, hold, and redirect their attention where it's needed. Kaz is good at that, too, but Jesper is really the one who can put them at ease and charm them (especially if it's a single person or a few they call on stage).

Wylan would handle technical aspects: light, flash bombs, smoke bombs, fireworks, visual and sound effects, music and sound, material, etc. I think he would know exactly what type of soundtrack and light to choose to create maximum effect and efficiently hold/distract the crowd's attention. I don't see him as a main performer, but I think there would be one memorable occasion where he would "blow himself up" or set fire to himself on stage and then reapparate, completely fine. It remains one of the Crows' most watched performances.

Nina would definitely be the Merritt McKinney of the group. She would be all about hypnosis and mentalism, and I know that real-life hypnotism doesn't work like it's portrayed in the movie, but let's just pretend. With her knowledge of anatomy and medicine (she could be an ex med student or nurse), she would know exactly how to use the human body, mind, and blood flow to her advantage – it would be a nice parallel to her canon powers. She knows how to gather information from her targets, is amazing at subtle interrogation, and she, too, would be very good at charming the crowd (her and Jesper as a the sexiest bi duo ever). Also, I think she would fight tooth and nail to incorporate a dramatic quick change sequence on stage. ("Nina, we don't need that." "Shut up, Kaz, you don't understand, I have been waiting my entire LIFE for this moment").

I admit, I have trouble deciding what Matthias would do in this universe. Like Wylan, I don't see him as a main performer, I think he would remain more in the shadows and act as an assistant to the others (catching Inej, helping Nina change, setting Wylan's material, etc.). If the Crows need animals for their show, he's definitely the one to take care of them. However, in the books, he is our guys' main source of information on the Ice Court, and I feel like in a modern au, he would parallel this: he would be the one tasked with research on the Mark, digging up everything about them, their background, family, habits, the lay outs of a place the Crows intend to rob, etc.

Or alternatively: Matthias is their inside man in the FBI. This would work even better, I think. So yes, he's the Dylan Rhodes of the AU, minus the revenge.

Feel free to add anything if you have other ideas!

[courteneyr]

Very start of my Hazbin Hotel Circus AU! Charlotte Morningstar, tightrope walker and little nightingale.

[thelemoncoffee]

Kokichi who has an illusion superpower but use uses it to trick people into thinking he has a psychedelic power

sounds weird but hear me out

how his power works is he can either create a general illusion that everyone can see, or he can touch people and only him and that person can see the illusion he creates. in public he exclusively uses the touch type and creates trippy illusions to make people think he can touch has a pyschedelic affect

he does use the other kind in public too, but its so subtle when he does it no one notices. like he uses it to do his turn around corners and disappear trick, or to make people think he has something he doesn't or doesn't have something he does. He likes tricking people into thinking his power is more hyperspecific/restricted than it is.

it's even more fun to think about in a super hero/villain context, cause them he can have "two different powers" for his civillian and super personas.

hero/villainn can have the pyschedelic thing as his known superpower he uses in combat, and civilian can have that really minor ability to make things invisible. imagine like- him being in a world where superpowers are a little more common so some civilians have them, and he's convinced everyone he's one of the few civilians with a power, but it's being able to turn him and other things invisible, thus throwing anyone trying to track his seceret identity down off his scent.

the underrated versatility of illusion superpowers, especially in Kokichi's grubby paws.

[themultiversemenaces]

*Somewhere in their void, a small portal appears next to a small pile of stolen items. Slowly, a few of the forgotten items begin to fall into the portal, ending up in a completely different realm. The portal moves onto the next pile, repeating the process again.*

Illusionist see the portal, she goes to investigate it. She’s right in-font of the portal, looking into it. Trying to see what inside it.

Uhh Hello?

[msadmiral]

Tw religious mention

•2 Corinthians 5:18

“Now all these things are from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation…”

Inspired (once again) by this @chimeracarnival

Wrote a story for it too! Be careful though! There’s a lot to read (also I’m out of practice so there’s probably a lot of other issues)👇

P.S: The story is split up into parts and each part has a comic panel that corresponds to it (They’re numbered)

1

‘Another day another dollar…’

The thought echoed through Clover’s mind, the nonexistent sound of her conscience attempting to console her only irritating Clover further as she strolled down the hall, running her hand across the wall in hopes of a sensory distraction.

It wasn’t the first time she’s told herself those words.

It started as a simple saying she sought comfort in. A few wise words to encourage Clover through today and the next. But as her work continued and became more taxing, she found the once auspicious principle having less and less of a desirable effect, eventually just becoming a useless, routine expression Clover tells herself in hopes of sparking that once supportive essence it had. In reality, there was no point in continuing to tell herself such things if they wouldn’t change how she felt. But it’s good to stay positive…

Even after you just had your throat slit.

The lights above dimly flickered, the old yellow bulbs trying their best to cast light throughout the corridor, the indulgent yellow glow of the rustic light sources reflecting the establishment’s old age quite well. The building wasn’t much- an old vintage hotel in reality. But it had a roof, and that was good enough for Clover and her small crew…

The charity work was going smoothly. The last few days had reaped prosperous earnings, mainly because of those who had witnessed Clover's assassination and had donated to her group in support. It was flattering and, frankly, quite heartwarming to see that people in this city still had hearts, despite its notorious legacy for crime. The only downside to all of it was that Clover now had to organize her group’s growing finances. And boy was there a lot to organize…

Her office was a sanctuary and an abode for such things. A place where she could find comfort while managing such vital tasks. As of late, Clover had finally settled on a place to make her office. A small room in the building’s west wing, located at the end of a small corridor accessed the lobby. A perfect spot in her opinion. And now all that was left was to go there and get her work done.

Simple enough, right?

The smooth texture of the manila file folders shifted around in Clover’s arms as she walked, the edges of the paper that stuck out from the folder slightly moving around between the joints of her fingers. She held on tight, however, ensuring that the papers wouldn’t fall amidst the walk to her office. The last thing she needed was any more inattentiveness to herself, especially regarding the incident with the last fundraiser…

2

As Clover made her way further down the hall, however, she began to smell something… Acrid. It didn’t pollute the air, so it was hard to tell where the scent was. It passed her nose in small whiffs as she walked, however, the smell was so… strong. Even in small quantities, the invisible odor burned her lungs like heavy smoke, compelling her to cough violently despite only inhaling a small amount. And the longer the odor lingered in the air, the stronger it began to smell…

Was there a gas leak…?

Clover stopped, putting a hand over her nose as she sniffed the air, coughing even more as the noisome odor took on a sharp scent, like smelling blood but without the scent of iron. She could pinpoint no source from where she was standing, so Clover understandingly took a few steps forward.

Almost immediately, the atmosphere changed and the air began to grow thick, quickly becoming more and more difficult to breathe as if the air was resisting Clover’s attempt to inhale. Her heart sped up as she began to panic, her body soon demanding more air so it could keep up with her heart’s change of rate. But no air came to her lungs… A stinging burning sensation struck Clover’s nostrils as if she had just inhaled water through her nose, causing her to slightly stagger back and pinch her nose bridge. She squinted her eyes as Clover tried to see where the strange odor was coming from, and how it was causing her to feel this way…

The hallway in front of her began to warp. The once lengthwise walls began to twist and turn, almost churning in Clover’s periphery as the environment around her began to contort in physically impossible ways. The popcorn ceiling seemed to liquify into a watery-like state as it appeared to ripple, causing the once stationary yellow lights to move and flash rapidly like party lights at a nightclub, disorienting Clover’s view heavily. The hallway in front of her faded to black, leaving only a few feet of perceptible environment in front of Clover as the corridor around her began to warp even further and a subliminal rumbling sound slowly appeared in her ears…

What is happening…?

WHY is this happening…?

Am I still dead?

Is this the afterlife…??

I was revived, right…?!

Why can’t I feel myself breathing? What is happening?

Why is…? Why Whywhyhelpwhycan’tIthinkstraightwhyisthishappeningwhereamIisanyofthisrealwhatishappeningwhyhelpmestopmakeitstophelphelphelpstopitDaisypleasehelpmewhatisgoingonHELPMESTOP PLEASEHELPMESTOPIT

Suddenly, a gray wisp passed through her vision.

Clover’s head snapped up, her thoughts interrupted as she carefully watched a long trail of dark gray- and strangely opaque- smoke snake past her.

The hallway had returned to normal. And so had her breathing. The strange odor was no longer there, nor was the stinging or the rumbling… Everything was back to the way it was before.

Did she just… imagine the whole thing?

No… She couldn’t have… That wouldn’t make sense…

Her train of thought was cut off by the sudden smell of something fresh, almost like mint as Clover’s eyes- and nose- were coaxed down the hall, subconsciously following the smoke that trailed down that way as well.

3

Her gaze followed the unnatural smoke down the corridor until it stopped right at the last door, where the smoke snaked out from underneath.

That door was her door… Her office door.

4

Clover’s heart hit the floor like a brick, the sinking feeling that followed making her weak in the knees as panic washed over her like a sudden tidal wave, stirring up frenzied and erratic thoughts of fear in her head like angry wasps.

Was her office… burning…?

If there was indeed a fire, then the circumstances of the smoke had taken a dire turn. Clover had kept all of her charity’s earnings inside her office, alongside important documents containing financial data and even intel collected by her group on the Darling Family- the very reason behind her group’s existence. If even one of those documents were damaged or burned, the past few months of rigorous work would all go to waste, and their progress would endure an immense setback. Maybe even a setback large enough to put everyone right back to where they started…

But that would depend on how much property was destroyed.

5

Almost immediately, Clover’s body jerked into motion and before she even knew it, she was charging down the hall, her hooves pounding against the poorly carpeted floor as Clover bolted down the corridor. The undulating wisps of gossamer smoke in the air slowly began to thicken, the thin strands of sulfurous air seeming to spin themselves into dark gray ribbons amidst the blur of passing surroundings. The thick ropes of smoke in the air almost began to swirl in a vortex around Clover, keeping up with her pace and hovering around her as the smoke began to twist in almost animal-like locomotion. It looked akin to a nest of snakes slithering about prey if Clover had stopped to look carefully… But alas. Such trivial details were not of importance at the moment.

6

The smoke had gotten thicker as she rapidly neared her office door and the vortex that had previously lingered about Clover suddenly came to a halt. But Clover, on the other hand, had not.

She burst through the wall of smoke that the vortex had left in her path, a rush of that familiar sharp and heavy odor briefly assaulting her nose as Clover squinted, revealing her proximity to the door. The doorknob was at arm’s length. Clover nearly lunged forward, ignoring all the cautions she should have taken before grabbing the metal handle.

She froze.

Not willingly, however. It was as if the feeling of the doorknob against the skin of her palm shocked her senses… Clover couldn’t move. Her body refused to comply with her attempts to do so, but she was just… Stuck. Touching the doorknob had caused her to freeze altogether.

The odor from before began to creep its way back into her nose, brought by the ascending plumes of smoke from the bottom of the door. The smoke slithered up around her legs and arms like wispy tendrils, leaving a numbing pins-and-needles sensation behind wherever it touched. It spread like fire beneath her skin, causing Clover’s fingers to momentarily lose feeling and loosen around the doorknob. A rush of adrenaline suddenly snapped her senses back into place and Clover, in a flurry of panic and burning pain, finally yanked open the door.

And the smoke was gone.

In fact, everything was gone.

7

Past the threshold of where her office should’ve been laid something far beyond natural means…

A large flourishing meadow, full of life and blooming flowers.

Long tufts of swaying grass tickled her bare hooves as the door gave way, the terrestrial foliage lightly brushing up against Clover’s shins and leaning through the doorframe as she took in the new environment. A huge refulgent globe of light peeked halfway over the horizon, spraying the sky above in a spray of incandescent colors. The pastel shades of reds, oranges, and pinks created a warm gradient of light-colored flame above, serving as an aesthetic backdrop to the occasional cluster of white fluffy clouds that sat well dispersed throughout the sky. And the ground that sat beneath those lovely heavens was nothing short of majestic.

A long stretch of tall grassy fields lay before her, an array of blue and white flowers peeking out among the overgrowth. Enormous bluebells the height of sunflowers and wild indigos towered over the grass, swaying lightly toward the ground, almost gesturing towards their smaller cornflower and daisy counterparts, which were tucked snugly in the grass below. Clover looked ahead and saw that the field was atop a hill, overlooking an abundance of other similar-looking fields that stretched as far as the eye could see.

It was like she opened a door into a new dimension.

What had happened to her office…?

8

As she looked off into the distance, however, something else caught her eye. Amidst her brightly lit and colorful environment, Clover spotted something gray and indistinct floating in her peripheral vision.

It was the smoke from before.

Clover found her eyes following the wispy gray trail once again, watching it snake over the long stretch of field. The tall grass gradually began to grow shorter and shorter until it leveled out to a clearing, at which the smoke led her lingering gaze to the center of it.

There was a person here...

A vague silhouette of a person to be exact. They seemed to be an adult, hunched over and staring ahead aimlessly, however. That assumption was made purely on observation as the figure was completely cloaked in dark and opaque shadows. Not a single detail could be perceived in the figure other than one of their hands, which could be seen compared to the rest of their form. They were holding something… Regardless, the abnormal lighting was a strange phenomenon, which only amplified Clover’s growing confusion and bewilderment.

9

A strong and abrupt gust of wind suddenly blew out from behind her and into the open field, causing the grass and the flowers to bend and sending ripples throughout the landscape. A path began to form as the wind crossed the field, the plants in front of her reverting into seeds beneath the soil, forming a small path through the willowy vegetation. The gust of wind finally rushed past the figure in the clearing and suddenly, the shadows on the figure lifted. And to Clover’s surprise, the figure had shrunk.

A young girl, looking no less than 14 years old, sat where the shadowy person should’ve been, wearing a bright red dress and a woven sun hat, tied with a matching crimson bow. Clover could finally see what the figure was holding and noticed that she was holding a daisy between two of her fingers, gazing at it silently as its petals blew in the wind. Clover couldn’t help but let her eyes stay fixed on the girl, finding herself almost entranced as she stared.

10

The subtle air of mysteriousness in the atmosphere suddenly lifted, and the tension Clover didn’t know she was holding in her body was released. The wind in the air reduced to a calm zephyr, bringing a sense of ease with it as the tall grass began to sway towards the clearing, almost as if her surroundings were beckoning Clover forward. The girl then turned around, shifting herself so she could face Clover properly. A long and slender pair of butterfly antennae hung down from the back of her head, swaying like the tall grass as she turned. Another pair of feathery moth antennae drooped down the sides of her head, framing the girl’s face. A single ruby-red eye stared back at Clover, glistening like scarlet pools behind cross-like pupils. A long pipe stuck out of the side of their mouth, revealing to be the source of the strange smoke as more wisps continued to undulate out of the chamber.

The two held eye contact for a brief moment, a strange sense of deja vu- no, familiarity- slowly overtaking Clover the longer she held her gaze with her.A faint smile formed on the girl’s lips, almost as if she could tell what she was thinking as she pivoted more of her body towards her.

“Hello, Clover.” Said the girl.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

(Hope you enjoyed!)

[themanwhomadeamonster]

Undead are one of the many monsters found not only in Gransys but in every corner of the world.

Also some funny animation idles below :')

[lacunajulie]

Do you talk to ur plants?

Oh uhh.

no..

[themightywolftiger]

A lone tree stands in the mist of a blizzard. It's dead. Or, maybe, it's just fast asleep and waiting out the cold.

It's the only landmark in this empty void of ice and snow. Perhaps it marks safety? A beacon of hope in this frigid land?

It's hard telling. There's something... off about it.

[uh-vkt]

Truthinous!

To be “Well-Respected” and “Trusted!”

Other versions undercut

[mage-cf-illusion]

don't mind the tags.

[rainybraindays]

This close to making a wheel to make a decision for me because I'm SO bad at them

[themultiversemenaces]

Are you made out of ice?, cause you feel cold

I think they’re talking about you Sunny.

Yeah probably..

Inferno the cold one tho…

[wispisstillverybored67]

All Star Apologies

"A body has been discovered!! Now then, after a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!"

______________________________________________________________

This search has been nothing but a waste of time.

So a bit of base for this. Out of all of us, 1 of us has apparently died. I refuse to say whom at the moment. And this asshole bear thing had recently announced a motive; there will be an obscene number of lire waiting towards any one of us that manages to kill, and escapes freely. Naturally, this created something of a schism between us among us in La Squandra di Esecuzione, the professional hitman team to the boss, the ones with the shitty payment from said boss, and La Unita Speciale per Boss, said boss’s personal guard. Nero has chosen to keep quiet about this fight, while Doppio explicitly said that he won’t take sides on this, with what the woman he loves on the other side as well. So us hitmen (and the little one) decided to go look for the body as someone disappeared. Because wherever he, whoever he is, did the crime shouldn't be that far, right? Who's he? Oh, no one in particular. But I am the only woman in this group, so everyone else is a man. Hehehe...

After about half a day of searching, we all just gave up. And by "we", I mean me, Melone, Illuso, Doppio, and perhaps Nero himself. Well, Nero says that he won't stop the search, and chided us for giving up, but a: his tone is just dripping with weariness, and b: he "excused himself" in the bathroom, and won't get out (I heard faint crying noises too so he's not helping his case). So our group is heading back to our rooms. Actually, I think the others should be heading soon enough, it's almost time to check in. 'Cuz if they don't in about an hour or so, they'll end up like a pincushion just like Carne. What was it called again...? Oh, I don't wanna know! At least being temporarily Stand-less has it's perks. I do NOT wanna clean up the Notorious goo mess.

"VoUlEz-VoUs CoUcHeR aVeC mOi," That's a French phrase. We got told that because we gave up quickly. Only France gives up easily. Do you think the boys know what that means? Hell no. Illuso is the LAST to know. "The hell's that supposed to mean...?!"

"Will you sleep with me," I remarked, annoyed.

"The fuck?! No!" He exclaimed, horridly.

"No, not like that. The phrase means 'will you sleep with me'," Why would I want to do you? Don't get any ideas. "Melone, don't even try,"

"Alright alright..."

Pass through the hallway, then take the door on the left. I guess the search would go on the next day. Now I told you this before, that two of us are missing from each group; the lovebird duo on our side, and the medic and his human pet on the other side. One of them may be dead, while the other is perhaps looking. I wonder where the place is being powered from.

And then.

It happened.

*fwush!* The power blew out. Uh, does my GBA need charging? Guess not.

"...Dammit," Whenever the power in the building goes out, Melone is almost always is the first to go. Do you seriously use that computer while you're walking? You do, don't you ya freak. "Okay, okay, now where's the fuse box?" Planning to turn it on again, I suppose? I guess I could tag along. The other two would follow with.

"On the other end of the hall with Izza's room," Wonder how'd Illuso find that out, poking around in the incinerator I guess? "Hey Paulla, do you have a flashlight?" someone asked sheepishly. It was Doppio. Of course it was.

Without saying anything, I turned on the little backlight in my GBA. That should suffice. Or maybe not, who knows. But with this, we took a detour to the boiler room. Who even flipped off the switch, anyhow? It can't be because someone's planning a murder... yet.

Let's see. Monopad ping the door, then file inside. Find where the box is... unless you get hit with something squirming at the legs.

This caused a bit of a ruckus among us 4, because we couldn't see what was there, and it was too dark to stray even WITH the GBA light. The fuse-box SHOULD be somewhere... right?

"Aceto, let go of me," I complained to the little guy, who currently had his arms and legs wrapped around my top half. He doesn't budge. Man, for a so-called "Ultimate Bodyguard", he sure is un-threatening now, isn't he? Look around, see what's there.

"...There it is!" Illuso was triumphant after all. It was wedged on-top of the incinerator chute itself. I would've thought it was on the other side of that and the boiler, but I guess not. And with a flick of Melone's wrist and switch, the lights turned back on. Chattering all the way in the dining room came all the way to here. Ah well, the stampede should awaken in... 30 minutes or less. So without further ado, let's turn off the GBA and go back to our rooms like intended. Until...

We saw it.

In broad daylight (not literally).

Gelato was bound up extremely tightly and gagged on the floor, but he's still alive. Blood stains all over the floor and walls, and whatever happened to him had his face absolutely stained with tears (still crying, I may add!). A piece of paper that read "PUNISHMENT" was taped to his forehead. Handwriting is unlike anything I've seen in the last 2 days. What the hell happened in here? Was he the one that kept bumping into our legs? Why didn't he try to make any noise indication that he WAS here? Ugh... it's getting really hot in here.

"The fuck?" "What the-?!" Half of us were more reactive than others.

"Why are you just sitting there, watching this?! GO HELP ME OUT HERE!!" Melone scolds me in a moment of wild uncharacteristic fear.

"I'd love to if he'd stop SQUIRMING!" I complained in the back. Melone can handle it on his own. ...Aren't I forgetting something?

"Hold on hold on," I think Illuso noticed it too. "If Gelato's over here, then what happened to Sorbet?" Motherfucker, you're right. Ugh. Those two NEVER leave each other's presence for too long, if I didn't know any better, I'd think they were just having sex in their room.

"We'll look for the other one later. Now come on! Help me get this off of him!" Yeah, that gag is done on WAY too tight. One wrong move earlier, and he'd already be dead through suffocation. "Aceto, go get Nero-chan," Stained blood has better iron generations in it, right? Oh wait, he doesn't have Metallica on hand. But I think that wouldn't matter, he's always got something sharp on hand. "You got it, Paulla!" At least he's eager. "Let me see what's up here..."

Whatever happened to him, he's rendered to a shell of fear and nerves, a far cry to his usual self. You know, I'd expect this to be slightly more from the other one, not him. I took off the taped note, revealing a moderate gnash on his forehead, most likely from hitting one of us, or the wall. I wonder who should go look for Sorbet, with us handling the other one. Does he even know that he's here? I don't think so. Why is he not looking for him? Can he look for him? Is he still alive, even?

"Okay, howzabout we go look for the other one, y'all? Does that sound good?" I don't know how to comfort people. Much less people in this position. Still, as I picked him up, at least his cries were softened a bit. Listen, just WHAT do you want me to do?

"Uh... you guys?" Hearing Doppio's sheepish voice again can't be good. From afar is even worse.

"Aceto..." We all (surprisingly) began. The other two had corrected themselves, since only I call him that. "Uh, Vinegar..."

"What happened to Nero?" Not even I could've torn off his gag.

"No, not that, just..." He looked back to where the others were, as if he was remembering that something came up. "Come over here really quickly! You guys have to see this!" He shouted, then ran back to the others.

We all gave each other a glance, feeling dread settle upon us. Maybe they found the other three... I sighed, then we all went over to where he told us to go. The gym gates open to reveal...

Sorbet's spliced up corpse.

The Ultimate Opera Singer has been killed.

Sectioned into 39 pieces, and dipped in formaldehyde for preservation, his face is permanently twisted into a gape of pure agony and despair. I would've showed this to little Gelato, but he's already unconscious, as I had checked. Or is he? Eh.

*ding ding dong dang* What the?! The loudspeaker came on... Don't tell me it's-

"A body has been discovered!! Now then, after a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!" *Fwush* An announcement came on from the big screen in the gym room. It was that jackass bear. How come he didn't announce it before, when the group had most likely found it? Probably just to rub it in our faces...

We all faced the artistic corpse again, all in various faces of either horror, disgust, or fear. Even those among La Unita aren't hiding their shock. Well, most of us, at any rate. I, who can't feel anything at this time, and the now found duo for the special unit, Dolcio and Secco. I'd expect that those two aren't very worried either. As a surgeon, you'd have to expect the worst in damages. And I'm assuming that human pets simply don't GAF. Of course, one COULD use it for... discerning evidence.

Illuso is the first to leave, quickly dashing towards the nearest trash can to gag in. Doppio and Pesci refuse to look at this, clearly too terrified at this to continue looking. It's strange. I can sense everyone's despair, but none of us have our Stands, and that was a plus from Smooth Criminal, so what gives? None of us say anything the whole time, I just fake being horrified to suit the others. Hardened assassins, running about like children stumbling upon 2 month old leftovers in or out of the fridge. Look at us... who'd have ever thought? At least Nero is out of the bathroom now, so we can get Gelato un-bound-and-gagged with. Oh! I see a lighter on the stage! That makes this even better! And since he's unconscious... that makes it easier for us to do so without interruptions. Just gotta make sure the smoke doesn't hit him. Once he's freed, we can squeeze an answer out of him.

We had to go to sleep soon enough, so Nero and the others grabbed up the pieces of Sorbet, and moved it to the stage. Investigate later, that sounds better. When the guys went to leave once they were finished, I went to grab the lighter over there. Make sure to tilt his head back so he doesn't inhale the smoke. Doppio is the only one to linger. I motion for him to go help me out here, so he held up the body carefully on top of the stage so I wouldn't have to bend down.

*click!* Steady now... Don't move much. Watch the flame. I'm so glad Gelato doesn't have messy hair! Halfway done. Hmm...

"Aceto,"

"Yeah, Paulla?"

"Do you know what's going on here? Does the boss, like... know that we're stuck here?" On the hitmen's end, we were just chatting in the hideout, but when I went to go get a drink, the others fell unconscious. I soon joined their fate once I got back to the other guys. We all woke up in here alongside the unit.

"I've tried calling him, no go. I wonder what happened to him?" Worried about him? Well, I guess that is rather like you...

"What I want is for this to wrap up quickly. Destroy the bear thing, or wait until someone tries to get us," ! He's waking up! Almost done, you hear? The weight radiating from him in the boiler room is coming back!

"GUYS! HE'S AWAKE!! GELATO'S ALIVE!" I tried to call out for the guys. "NERO?! TIANZO?! HELLOOOOOO!!" Tianzo? Tiziano? Whatever. He's the only one not named Aceto that I talk to in the unit. Doppio himself went to go fetch the guys for the discovery. I had to go carry him again carefully so the others could see. But what happened next is a different story.

What did he see then? You'll figure it out. What we saw then, however, were fireworks.

A screech hits the room, loud, discordant, despairing. A violent and horrified yell, at the sight of something that caught his eye in the stage. The stage where we kept his husband, or rather, the corpse of his husband.

"AREEEEEEEEAIIIIIIIIHHHHHH!!!"

Oh, this is gonna be a long, long day. And now my head hurts...

[whitewintertiger]

The Colorless Woman, Ms Fox aaaaaa. Some AU art of my oc, shes not human, but she has illusion magic and uses it to look human. In this image shes preparing to attend a fancy gala or smth. Idk, i was bored.

[covenheads-vernworth]

Sybil and Adrian’s tail in the mermaid au

[e-nonsense]

─── 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩

pairing. prince!jason todd x witch!reader

summary. royal au. bruce doesn’t approve of his son’s relationship with constantine’s pupil/ward , not that jason cares

warnings. pet names: little pet, darling. Tooth rotting fluff i guess?

a/n. fuck writers block. three fits in less than 12 hours? crazy. might make this an au, so feel free to send requests based on this au to find out more

wc. 1.1k not proofread

Jason rolled his eyes as another young woman walked away from him, throughly offended. This had been one of Bruce’s many attempts to find his so a suitable woman— one that wasn’t you.

After Dick had married Princess Koriand'r and left to live with her in her kingdom, Jason had become the sole heir to Bruce’s kingdom. Being the second oldest of his siblings. But before any of that Jason had fallen in love with you.

“Lost young prince?” your voice comes from trees, and Jason glances around frantically. His hunting expedition had gone horribly wrong, a group of trickster illusionists had scared his men and the horses away. Leaving Jason behind.

“Who’s there?” He ask, raising his sword while turning in a circle, his eyes land on you as you step out from the shadows. The sun makes your eyes glow and Jason thinks you’re the most beautiful things he’ll ever see. His guard is lowered, as his eyes scan you up and down, taking in your beauty before moving back to your eyes.

You chuckle and he swears someone had to have casted a love spell on him, he can’t take his eyes of you. “Are you allowed to be this deep in the forest?” You ask and he gulps nervously as you step closer to him, your simple grey dress trailing behind you. “I’m surprised you made it through all the wards I put up around here.”

“Plus the Chimera,” you hum thoughtfully.

“Can you not speak?” You ask, inching closer till you’re in his personal space. “Apologies,” you smile.

“No.. no I can speak.” He whispers, staring down at you before sheathing his sword.

“Oh,” your smile widens. “Well, would you like to join me for tea?” You offer, and Jason knows he should’ve hesitated before nodding but he couldn’t help it. The excitement in your eyes when he agreed would be worth it if you were truly planning on killing him. Either way he let you lead him through the trees to a cottage that past the border of the land of witches and warlocks.

“At least try to entertain the thought, Todd.” Damian scoffed watching as another possible — approved — suitor walked away. “Father has gained many grey hair because of your devotion to the witch.” Truthfully Damian had no problem with you, he thought you were a perfect fit for his brother. Kind, loyal, able to put up with Jason’s moods.

It was just Bruce’s paranoia getting in the way of everyone’s peace. When the king had found out about you, he called in a favour from a warlock to get rid of whatever love spell you placed on his son. Safe to say John Constantine was amused by the request but assured Bruce that there was no spell on Jason and the boy’s infatuation with you was purely Jason.

Jason rolled his eyes at the thought, “or Bruce just needs to get over it.” He retorted, crossing his arms scowling as another pride princess tried to near him. “I’m leaving,” Jason says, looking over at Bruce as he makes his escape.

It didn’t take long for Jason to escape the palace grounds, through he was sure he had ripped his suit jacket, not that he’d see the stupid peace of fabric as he’d already dumped his clothes for a simple white poet shirt and some black riding pants. He rode his stallion to the forest’s entrance, stopping in front of it and trying it’s lead to a flimsy fence.

The prince entered the forest with no care, the protective wards shimmered as he entered, and the path illuminated in the darkness. Something you had done so he wouldn’t lose himself in the woods when he’d run from the palace and seek comfort in your cottage.

He quickly followed the path, passing the border and swiftly making his way to your home. When he arrived Jason knocked on the door softly, waiting for you to answer.

The door is answered a few seconds later, revealing a tall blond. The man groans, rolling his eye, “not you again.” He grumble, a cigarette dangling from his finger as he opens the door properly. “Kid! Your boyfriends here!” John calls out as he swings his coat over his shoulder, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he pats his pockets down looking for a lighter before snorting and lighting it with his fingers.

“Well go on in,” John shrugs, stepping out of the cottage you called home. “Oh, tell her to stop sending her little ravens to check on me, will ya?” John adds before disappearing into the misty pathway.

Jason always wondered how the man never found himself lost, or perhaps John never had somewhere specific he’d ever be going, cant be lost with no destination.

The second Jason stepped into the cottage he was met with the sight of you humming a tune, the same one he heard when the two of you met. Jason smiled, walking closer until he could wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Hi love,” you say as soft spoken as always. His eyes watched as you peeled potatoes before he kissed your cheek gently, “hi sweetheart.” He mumbled in return.

“How was the ball?” You asked, mainly teasing but with some curiosity.

“Missed you,” he huffed like a child, “Bruce is always trying to set me up with princesses. Who wants those snobby little bastards? Not me.” He complained.

“Just because Dick married a princess— who by the way comes from a magical bloodline— he thinks I’m going to do the same. Kori’s nice and all but how is it fair? Just because she’s royalty, its okay that Dick married her.”

You sigh softly, “he’s trying to protect you. People have never trusted those who come from this side of the world, faes, witches, shapeshifters. Sometimes with good reason, not all of us have good intentions.”

“But you do,” Jason retorts. “You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and i don’t say want anyone that isn’t you…. Is there a way that i could stay here with you?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Not without your father starting a war, we don't want a repeat of 1843.”

Jason groans but understands, Bruce would assume the worst if Jason just disappeared again, especially now that he was with you. He’d assume you’ve kidnapped him or some bullshit to feed his ideals.

“Can i stay for the night then?” He murmurs softy, his nose nudhung your cheek. “I just wanna love you before going back.”

You find your resolve melting away when you meet his eyes, blue and green. “One night, then home.” You nod.

“You are home,” he mumbles in response but doesn’t press further, instead the rest of the night is filled with laughter as you teach him a new recipe he’ll be sure to share with Alfred.

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