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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 8 months

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Feathered Good (Crowley x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Alcohol (no intoxication), implied depression, implied unhealthy coping mechanisms, mild angst

Note: Reader is an adult NRC staff member

A pleased hum vibrated along your lips and rumbled through your throat as a soft breeze kissed your skin. It smelt of sand and sea, beneath that the delectable scent of various dishes cooking in the restaurant kitchen. You took another sip of your drink, the taste of [favorite fruit] wonderfully flooding your taste buds once again. You savored the flavor as your gaze lingered on the view before you, out towards the vast body of saltwater beyond. It was an excellent idea, coming out here; you’d have to thank Divus for the recommendation later. This was exactly what you needed.

You were tucked into a nice little corner as well. Your table was situated on the lower deck of the restaurant - you thought it too nice an evening to remain inside. The spot wasn’t too far from the kitchens, either, so your food and drink didn’t take long to reach you. There was only one thing missing: company. When you first planned to eat out here, you thought Divus and Trein would come with you. However, as usual, their duties as professors got them into a bit of trouble, and a little injury. Thank goodness it wasn’t too bad of a fall; even so, the men had been in no mood to walk two to three flights of stairs, whether short or long.

So, here you were, split between happiness for the alone time and disappointed in the lack of friendly conversation. Your eyes made another once over of your surroundings, watching the other patrons chat and laugh amongst themselves. Just as you were about to focus back on the waning sunset, your gaze settled on a familiar figure on the floor above. You could scarcely make out his frame, but you knew that mask from anywhere. What was Crowley doing here? Well, that was a dumb question. When was the headmage not making the most of the trip - either on or off the clock, to you and your coworkers’ misfortune.

You couldn’t try and scold him, since it was technically both your off times. There was no reason to go and talk to him. Still…you found yourself rising from your seat. You placed a few madol on the table for your waiter; as you passed by the person at the register, you mentioned you were moving up to the top floor. That way they wouldn’t try and chase you, thinking you were trying to skip paying your bill. When the cashier gave you a nod and a smile, you headed up the long flight of stairs. It was a bit of a struggle to not spill your drink in your ascension, but you managed. Within minutes you reached the top - the view was even better from this height.

Crowley faced away from you, the rim of his glass pressed to his lips as he took a sip of the liquid within. You couldn’t tell if it was alcoholic or not - did he even drink? Guess it was time to find out. “I’m surprised to see you here,” were the words you greeted him with. He turned to you as you rested your glass on the wooden edge of the balcony, wide enough for patrons to settle small plates of food or beverages.

The headmage greeted you with a smile as he straightened his posture. “I make a point to visit this restaurant whenever I get the chance to travel here.” Crowley leaned against the railing, arm rested atop it, clawed hands almost folded in front of him. He looked more casual than usual - relaxed, even. If he were not a man who constantly plucked at your nerves, you’d think him rather dashing, especially since, this evening, he was not clad in that gaudy tropical shirt and khakis. Aside from his cloak, top hat, and cane, he was dressed in his usual ensemble. “Is this your first time here?” he asked.

“The restaurant or this beach in general?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Either.”

“Yes, to both,” you answered. Your body relaxed as you rested your arms against the wooden railing, glass placed next to you. “This is my first vacation in forever, I think. Usually, when I’m not working, I just hang out at home.” You chuckled, “I wouldn’t exactly call this a vacation, anyway; it’s basically a work trip.”

“True,” Crowley agreed, “but I have done my best to work some ample time for you and the other staff to enjoy yourselves as well.” You seriously questioned that, with the way the man would sometimes outright abandon you and the students in favor of some other unknown activity. He picked up his small glass with his fingertips, swirling the brown liquid within as his eyes cast back out at the waves beyond. “This is truly a charming place, despite the hustle and bustle of the tourists.” Crowley lifted the glass to take another sip of his beverage. Feeling a bit mischievous, you decided to ask him another question.

“Is that why Royal Sword and Noble Bell also chose this place to hold their field trips?” You held back a laugh as the headmage nearly choked on the drink. Patiently, you waited for him to regain himself before he answered.

“Well…I suppose that is the reason.” You could almost picture the sweat that surely beaded under his shirt collar. “As I said, this is a wondrous place! What better destination for students to learn and play?”

“It is, indeed, a place to do both - for all ages.” A little smirk played on your lips as you pried more. “It’s just strange we arrived right as the other schools did.” You lifted your drink to your lips as you added, “Coincidence, perhaps?”

The headmage now avoided your gaze - a clear sign he was nervous. “Ah…yes!” Crowley let out a nervous laugh. “Quite so! Us three headmasters must be in sync with one another. As they say, great minds think alike!”

Or a certain one didn’t want to look bad in front of his peers, you thought to yourself. For now, you decided to keep that thought to yourself. After all, there was no proof to that…yet. Divus said he would keep you posted.

“While it does allow our students to mingle with ones from other schools, it is a little chaotic.” You sighed as you placed your drink back down on the space next to you, the taste of [drink of choice] fresh upon your tongue. “I’m surprised there haven't been that many fights. Aside from Spade’s confrontation with those Royal Sword boys, there hasn’t been much of an incident. It’s either we finally have peace in the valley,” another sigh left your lips, “or all will come crashing down in the final days of the trip.”

“Come now,” Crowley chuckled. “Do you have such little faith in our flock?” You sent him a look - without words, he seemed to get the point. He nodded his head, “Yes, our students are a rowdy bunch, to be sure. But perhaps this change of scenery will calm those rebellious natures enough for them to put away their fists.”

“Hopefully,” you wished, with all of your being. You really didn’t get paid enough for the hassle sometimes.

A silence fell between you two for a few moments, nothing but the sound of distant chatter and ocean waves filling your ears. Crowley was the one to break that hush. “[Y/n]?” You perked up at the sound of your name - your first name. It was odd for him not to address you formerly, even when off duty. With your attention back on him, he continued. “What do you think makes a good person?”

“I didn’t know you partook in philosophy,” you said, perplexed by the question. Where did this come from?

“I read up on the subject from time to time,” Crowley mentioned. “Will you humor me?”

Well, you didn’t see why you couldn’t. You did yearn for conversation earlier - now you had it. For a few seconds, you thought his question over, tossed and turned it in your mind. What made a good person? “I guess it depends on the person,” you finally replied. “No one will answer the same; it all weighs on someone’s life experience, I think.”

“That was not what I asked.” Crowley’s expression was different, you realized. He looked sincere - more serious than you’d ever seen him. Even when a certain group of students overblotted in the past year, he hadn’t appeared this way. “I am asking you what makes a good person. In your eyes, what makes a good person?”

You rarely ever experienced this man look directly into your eyes. It was almost like he wanted to peer into your very soul to find the answer. The tone of his voice had shifted as well, you noticed. Has Crowley ever been so earnest? You couldn’t answer that. You said you would humor him, so humor him you would. After a bit more contemplation, you explained to him what, to you, made a good person.

The man listened intently, hung on your every word. He gave a slight nod of his head from time to time, truly taking in your beliefs. You secretly wished he’d take his work as seriously as this opinion of yours. Once you said your piece, he nodded once more, and then another long moment of silence washed over you both. That yellow gaze, obscured behind Crowley’s dark mask, was cast down to the ground. The rest of his expression, along with his body language, was almost…solemn, you thought. Did he find your answer disappointing?

Before you could ask, he raised his head and smiled at you. Though it looked a little strained, he sounded genuine. “Thank you, [Y/n]. I will keep your words in mind for the future.” You watched as he picked up his glass once more, clasped a little tightly in his palm as he held it up to his lips. He then tilted his head back and drank the entirety of his beverage in a few short gulps.

Your eyes must have widened at the display, for he let out a small laugh. “What’s that look for?”

“What was that?” you asked, pointing at his now empty glass.

“My drink?” Crowley shook the glass and the remaining ice clinked around within. “Scotch.”

“You chugged it that quickly?!” The audacity of this man. “Will you even be able to walk back to the hotel?” It wasn’t too far away, the restaurant was located just outside the resort, but…

Crowley let out another laugh, much louder than the last. “Aww, you worry for me? I’m flattered!” Who wouldn’t worry? “But I assure you I’m quite alright. It takes a lot more than that to get me tipsy.”

That was a pretty sizable amount of liquor though. Even Trein, someone who himself partook in scotch from time to time, would get a little blitzed after such a chug. How…how much did it take to get Crowley drunk? How much had he drunk in the past to build that high of a tolerance? Your expression must have revealed your inner thoughts, for Crowley let out another chuckle.

“It has been my friend on many a late night,” he explained. Crowley eyed the glass in his hand almost as though it were an old friend. He appeared…almost sad, for the way he smiled. “This evening is one of few where it is not required.”

Your heart sank. Not required? Sure, you knew Crowley was probably the type to drink a good bit, like Divus, but…that sounded rather ominous. Crowley appeared no different than the depressed protagonist in a movie. What exactly did he have to be depressed about? You thought back to the odd question he asked you minutes before. ‘What makes a good person?’

You thought about all the times Crowley praised himself. How kind he claimed to be with every little thing he did. Always out of arrogance, narcissism, maybe. Now, in light of the question he gave you, how he reacted and mulled over your answer. It now seemed those praises were affirmations to himself…assurances he was doing good. The confidence he showed when he made such claims always fueled the frustration within you. When put in this light though, it sounded like…like a man desperate to be a good person, when he didn’t know how to be.

“Dire-”

Your elbow hit something as you adjusted your position: Your glass. You gasped as it fell over the railing; you were just in time to watch it fall down to the sand three flights of stairs away. Thankfully it didn’t hit anyone on the way. A few guests and servers looked up in confusion - you suddenly felt embarrassed. You nearly jumped out of your skin when Crowley belted out in laughter. “It happens to the best of us!” he reassured. “I can’t count how many times I’ve made such a blunder.”

With a wave of his hand, he called a waiter over. “Would you get my companion here another -” he glanced over at you “ - what were you having?”

“[Drink of choice],” you mumbled, still flustered beyond belief.

“[Drink of choice]!” Crowley repeated to the waiter. He handed them his empty glass as he added, “And another glass of scotch for me, if you wouldn’t mind.” Crowley slipped the waiter a several madol as a tip - or as a way to get your drinks quicker. Either way, the waiter uttered a ‘yes, sir’ before they headed down to the bar. As they went out of sight, Crowley turned back to you. “Where is that smile from before? You’re not the first to knock over a glass, you know.”

“I know…” You shied away as you rubbed your arm. “I just hate someone has to pick it up.”

“I’m sure that isn’t the worst thing they’ve ever done.” Crowley sat himself in a cushioned chair at the corner of the floor. You followed suit and took the one across from him. “If it broke, I will pay for that as well.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t I have to pay for it?”

“Usually,” he rested his chin against the back of his hand, “if I were not treating you.”

Dire Crowley, the stingy headmage of Night Raven College, treating you? You couldn’t hold back the small laugh that escaped your throat. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor,” you quipped.

He scoffed, taken aback by your statement. “Whatever do you mean? I have a great sense of humor! And that was not a joke: I intend to pay for the drinks you may have in my presence.”

Who clocked him over the head? “You’re serious?” you questioned with a skeptical raise of your brow. “Not going to take this out of my paycheck or something?”

“You think me that cruel?” He seemed to flinch by the look that crossed your face. “No no, I’m not going to take it out of your check - or any thereafter.” Another smile twitched at his lips. “Consider this my thanks for your company - and for answering my question.”

You wanted to ask more - more than him treating you. Yet something told you to hold back for now. Apparently this man was more cryptic, held more mysteries than you ever thought him to. There likely wouldn’t be anything to garner from his question - tonight, at least. Might as well take your good luck and accept the offer, before he changed his mind. You put your skepticism aside and smiled. “Thank you - I really appreciate it.”

Those masked eyes seemed to brighten a little at your gratitude. His posture straightened a bit more, his characteristic confidence back in full force. “Of course! I cherish the opportunity to reward one of my fellow peers for their hard work. After all,” his smile wavered into what looked like a smirk, “I am ever so kind~”

Another reassurance…to you, or to himself? You seriously would question that from now on.

If only you knew just how much Dire Crowley valued your opinion.

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theratlivinginyourcouchcushions · 3 months

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Equivalence AU Mabel ideas!

I wanted to experiment with God!zar(?) Mabel, bc I hadn’t seen any designs for it yet. I was also going to try drawing Mabel in her super-demon-y form, (which is apparently blinding white with abyss for eyes and tiny burning pupils) but was two invested in the outfit to really lean into it.

Now for some of my headcannons!

While drawing Mabel, I started thinking about her bird wings, and what kind of traits she might have similar to animals (like dipper and cats) and then it hit me. BIRDS.

An entire class of animals characterized by their ability to DEFY GRAVITY FOR HOURS TO DAYS AT A TIME. (And the ones that don’t are pretty cool too) and I got to thinking about how cool birds are, to achieve this through nothing but MILLIONS of years of evolution. (My thoughts on this are not very organized, but I hope you get the gist.) so anyway, what cool things do birds do, and wouldn’t it be cool if Mabel did them too?

Mating dance. Since it’s pretty much canon that Mizar is still alloromantic and allosexual, wouldn’t it be goofy if she would do a funky little dance when trying to ask people out? (She definitely did this for Henry as soon as she was corporeal for him)

Roosting. Basically making nests in high places out of things she likes, probably perches in it to preen her feathers. (I originally had a similar hc for Alcor, but whatever, they’re demons. But maybe he roosts like a bat instead:) )

Preening. She has a set of ridges under her lip (in front of her gums) for preening her feathers. Her loved ones have little tools to mimic them, and help her get hard-to-reach places. (She often falls asleep during this, similar to Dipper with his hair.)

Migration. I’m still not super organized with this one, but she might try to take off during the winter for long periods of time before coming back, or maybe just circling around to get out energy. Either that or she just tells people that she’s flying south for the winter when she doesn’t want to hang out with them. (This was also a hc meant for Dipper, but now I’m wondering if he tries to hibernate during winter.)

So those were my Equivalence AU headcannons, now for the design choices I made!

I talked a little bit about them at the start, but I still want to talk about it so, here we go!

The fashion was all based on @that-ghosts-art / @that-ghost-pal ‘s Mabel/Mizar designs, and I was very happy for the chance to test out different fashion styles, as well as the braid and shifting tattoos. (For the tattoos I just drew whatever I felt like at the time, and I added a scorpion barb at the end of the braid just for fun.) I added gold-tipped feathers to the wings, and some extra pink bits in her eyes (except for the angry one) I also gave her a crown instead of a top hat.

For God!zar(?) I tried to give her wings a more feather-y feeling than God!cor’s, and made the chest star more like her symbol on the cipher wheel. I muted the colors, and messed with her crown bc God!cor’s hat is a halo, and I didn’t want to copy that directly. I struggled with the hair color for a while before deciding to just bite the bullet, so please excuse any eye scorching color choices (It was originally planned for galaxy hair, but that was given to the wings, and I’m not great with overlapping colors)

Thanks for reading this far into my ramblings, and take a few moments to marvel at the existence of birds (and bats!)

Edit: I’m just now realizing that I forgot to draw the fire.

#transcendence au #Mizar the merciless #tau #theratlivinginyourcouchcushions #alcor the dreambender #Alcor and Mizar #art #gravity falls au #Equivalence AU #digital art #my art #gravity falls #Somebody PLEASE draw Mabel doing her dance for Henry #mabel x henry #the flock #Mabel Pines #I didn’t mean to use the God!zar picture with hair stars #try to ignore them pls #somebody draw Mabel’s birdie dance

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yanderepuck · 4 months

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It is your first winter in 19th century Paris and it's snowing! You bundle up, getting thick leggings on, and the warmest coat you have. You grab gloves and a scarf, and while putting on your hat you hurry outside to the garden.

You walk around the flowers. How has Vlad managed to keep flowers alive even in this winter? What kind of magic gardener is he?

While walking around the back of the castle you spot Charles and get an idea.

Giggling to yourself you pick up snow to form a snowball. Once you have it loosely packed you get a little closer and throw it at his back.

He jumps and you laugh. "Gotcha!" You start to make another snowball.

"What was that?" He tried to look around at his feet to see what you threw but sees nothing.

"It was a snowball, silly," you smile, holding another one in your hand.

"A snowball?" He looks at your hands.

"See?" You hold it out to show him. "Don't you want to have a snowball fight~"

Now he looks confused.

"Don't tell me that you never had a snowball fight when you were youn-" then you remembered that other kids wouldn't play with him when he was little. He didn't get to have normal childhood experiences. "Here," you get closer to place the snowball in his hand and take a few steps back.

"Throw it at me!" You spread your arms wide, making yourself a big target.

"Won't it hurt?" You shake your head. Charles looks down at it then at you. He hesitates but finally throws it.

It hits you right in the chest and falls apart, falling to the ground. You laugh and immediately start to make another snowball. Charles watches you before bending over to make one of his own. As he starts to stand you hit him with another one. He laughed this time and throws his at you.

You two run around the snow covered garden making snowballs and throwing them at each other. You go to throw another one but when you turn around Charles is right behind you. He puts his arms around you and pulls you close.

"I got you!" then gives you a kiss. You giggle, dropping the snowball and kissing him back.

You both decide to go back inside to warm up. Going to the kitchen Charles makes the two of you a cup of hot chocolate.

"I used to have snowball fights all the time when I was little. Every first big snowfall all the kids would go out and form teams and throw snow at each other," you smile as you recall the memory.

"I never got the chance to play in the snow," Charles sips his drink, sitting next to you on the couch of the living room.

You snuggle up next to him as you sip from your mug. "Not even with the kids in town?" He shakes his head. Either he had never seen them playing, or they don't come out much when there is a lot of snow. "It's so much fun!"

Charles puts his free arm around your waist to keep you close. He looks at the fire that is in front of you. "It was fun," he smiles. "Really cold though."

"The best part is coming back inside and sitting next to the fire with a cup of hot chocolate," you look up at him, giving him a big smile. He gives you a kiss and hums.

"Maybe we can get Docture and Viovide to join us next time," he sounds so excited to play like that again.

You caught softly and rest your head in his shoulder. "Good luck convincing them of that "

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playertwotails · 8 months

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did u write the baby tails post yet? id love to read it

Here you go, my de-aged/time switched feral baby Tails idea so hold your hat cause it's a long one under the cut. Also forgive me and my nonsense, I am not a writer.

Just to set some ground rules on my take on baby Tails so we're all on the same page. First of all I always imagine Tail and Sonic meeting when Tails was 3/4 and Sonic 10/11 (both are homeless kids best they can do is guesstimate ages and roll with it). And our little guy Tails, is the sweet, kind, caring Tails we all know and love. BUT as a baby all of that was buried under the weight of being abandoned, harassed, hurt, half/fully starved and bullied starting from maybe basically birth if not shortly after. So baby Tails is just the most FERAL of little guys. He WILL bite, claw, kick, pull fur/feathers/whatever they got and do whatever it takes if he feels cornered and threatened by someone. And yes he has his inventions even at that young age to protect him somewhat, but he's still a baby and can only build them out of the scraps he finds, so they are little flimsy and get destroyed easily by said bullies fairly often. So bitey time's are aplenty for baby Tails.

Now luckily when Sonic meet Tails one of their first interactions was him saving Tails from bullies so he started out a few steps on the less feral side of Tails. Not that Sonic doesn't/never saw this side of Tails, it just never got it directed at him unless he startled Tails or was calming Tails down when something else brought out that side. I also like to think that Sonic and Tails were together about a year before Eggman ever even found out about Tails. So by the time Eggman and their other friends meet Tails, the feral side of Tails has been pretty much put to rest as, through Sonic's help, Tails doesn't need to rely on that 'cornered feral rabies filled racoon' fight instinct anymore. The Tails they first meet relies more on his inventions, smarts, and how Sonic taught him to fight.

SO getting to the bread and butter of all this.

Sonic, Tails and Co. are fighting Eggman or maybe another villain per their usual shtick. And when they go to hit Sonic with their "ultimate weapon" it ends up a whole whoopsi daisies situation and hits Tails instead. Now readers choice on if this de-ages Tails or switched older Tails with younger Tails, but result is the same either way. The smoke clears, Tails is still there, to everyone's short lived relief, but there is now a much smaller scruggly looking Tails in that spot

(Now another thought I had just for ultimate angst potential for either scenario of scruffy baby Tails, is that baby Tails has the starved figure, scars, cuts, bruises, matted/patchy fur he had on what ever day he de-aged to/switched with)

The villain then dips cause plan has gone sideways and Sonic and crew are now just left with a tiny little baby Tails. (and the crew I imagine is Amy, Knuckles, Shadow, and Rouge - maybe Blaze, Silver, Tangle and Whisper too just to make it a really party if you want)

I think before even Sonic can react though Amy is the first to make it to baby Tails. Now I love Amy to death but bless her heart she has a tendency to get tunnel vision sometimes (big mood). So before she registers that baby Tails is a bit more ruff around the edges than she's used to, she just sees a cute little tiny baby Tails and immediately goes for the hug cause Tails is adorable on his own but tiny Tails is serotonin directly injected into your veins and her being a whole mood cannot physically stop herself from going for a hug. Plus they've met a younger Tails before so she thinks it's a similar situation so free hugs all around. (Sidenote - I'm just gonna call baby Tail BT for the rest of this cause it long)

Unfortunately BT only registers 'person coming at them fast and getting close' and just uses his reaction to bite Amy all the while hissing and growling like a feral cat in an alleyway.

Immediately everyone is taken aback (except for Sonic) cause that's not a very Tails thing for Tails to do especially to friends even if he's scared.

(And another side note here cause lord forbid my thought process stays cohesive for five minutes - but I see baby Tails being either a Tails that has met Sonic but only has been with him for maybe 2-3 weeks if even that long, so he recognizes Sonic but doesn't really trust him yet. Or for even more 'oh this is sad' it is a little Tails before he met even Sonic, so everyone is starting at the -100 trust line with the feral fluff ball. (i'm moving forward with this with the 'BT knows Sonic but no trust between them' one cause older brother Sonic is my weakness and BT being cute and clingy will not leave my brain))

So BT gets startled at everyone being startled and moves to take off to go hide in a hole somewhere cause "WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE" (if you get the reference let me know) and everyone then makes a move to catch him. Now BT is on fight/flight instincts only and does not even register Sonic. Plus Sonic does not look like the one he knows so he doesn't even recognize him in this state, just is trying to peace the fuck out of there and get to safety. And with everyone now after him BT then proceeds to go into FULL FERAL MODE on all of them.

He is clawing at them, biting everyone, hissing and spitting while making a B-line for what he thinks is an exit. With everyone still being shocked, not wanting to hurt him and with BT being more slippery than grease on pig, they are STRUGGLING. He is giving then the runaround. They're are now all getting more injured than they did in the fight that caused this. All their abilities are doing nothing in helping them catch Tails. BT is that one scene of Jack Jack from the Incredibles levels of fucking them up and he can't even shape shift. He managed to rip off one of Shadows skates, bite through Knuckles gloves, scratch up Rogue and set off her bombs (she threw them all away from her before they exploded), Amy's hands and arms are COVERED in bit marks, and he went for Sonic's shins with deadly accurate kicks (Sonic would be proud if it didn't hurt so much). They all just look like they got into a fight with a wood-chipper and miserably lost but nope it's all just a scared toddler that can and will fuck someone up.

It's only when Sonic shouts "MILES!!!!" at Tails that he finally stops (maybe Tails isn't being called Tails yet at that time so Sonic has to say his name or maybe it's just big brother/parent mode voice gets through to him). BT stops his frantic exit relay race but will not let anyone close and is still straight up growling at everyone. So now they're all just standing in a lose circle around BT not wanting to take their eyes off him but all desperately sending mental vibes to Sonic to take care of this cause what the fuck has gotten into Tails.

Cue soft big brother Sonic stepping up to bat and everyone watches him try and coax a tiny scraggly Tails, that looks 3 seconds from trying to bolt again, to get closer to Sonic and calm down. He does succeed after about 10 mins and gets BT to let him get close enough to look over his injuries. And they watch Sonic look over BT's injuries with the softest of big brother looks but when he's got BT turned around to check his back Sonic gets just a flash of anger but resigned look on his face. Cause Sonic knows those injuries and they weren't from the beam BT got hit with. (He'd forgotten how bad they were due to time and also being so young when they first met but now he's even more pissed off and sad about it) - Meanwhile people on West Side Island "why do I suddenly hear Kellin Quinn singing??"

So from there the crew moves out with BT almost glued to Sonic's side cause he's scared of everyone. Sonic has to fly them all back cause BT is too little to reach the pedals of the plane (to the surprise of a few of their friends cause they either forgot/didn't know Sonic could fly a plane also idk how to fly a plane but my imaginary one has pedals now). Finally they get back to a safe area, Tail's workshop, and the other's stick close but outside so they don't overwhelm BT while Sonic spends time cleaning/feeding/treating BT's injuries and put him to bed.

Once Sonic's got the little orange terror to go to sleep he gets everyone rounded up to talk about this and figure out how to fix it. But not before they all grill him for info cause what the fuck has gotten into Tails, they thought it was just the beam at first that caused BT to act like that but Sonic knew what to do so that theory jumped out the window. Cue Sonic giving them the watered down version of his memories of feral baby Tails, cause a lot of it ain't their business in his mind but they also need to know enough to not trigger BT into going full feral scared mode on them.

Even with what they know is the more sanitized version of events Sonic gives them everyone is shocked to find out this was actually how Tails was as a little baby toddler guy when Sonic first found him. Cause they all know how sweet Tails is. The difference is night and day. They are all also immediately mentally planning murder. (- Meanwhile people on Westside Island again "why do I hear Tyler Smyth now???? wtf??")

They all just get sad and angry cause who could hurt Tails (exceptions being made to this rule for Eggman and the rest of their circle of villains cause villains gonna villain).

I imagine Amy just starts crying cause she's upset that, that happened to Tails. But also she about to bust out that hammer and hunt some people down.

Knuckles is upset and suddenly feels really guilty about some of those early days fights he used to get into with Sonic and Tails when they all first met. But also recalling some small moments where a hint of this came out when he first met Tails but never to the extent he had seen earlier that day.

Rogue already kinda knew about it cause..spy, but not the full extent. Her info was coming from second hand sources that tried to hide the fact that they were so cruel to one of the only people who can/has stopped Eggman. She already got names and faces and she's about to get a bunch of new stuff when she robs all of them blind. And she's also planning on taking Omega with her, let him cause some chaos, blow up a few thing for fun-sies.

Shadow about to march up stairs, pick up BT, tell Sonic "this is mine now" and march out with a new brother. Also pay a little visit to Westside Island with Rogue cause he knew that face she made, she already has names and he wants in. Tails just reminds him so much of Maria and BT got Shadows 'thought to be long gone' protective brother instincts kicking into overdrive now.

The rest of this goes down with all of them just spoiling the hell outta BT, getting told stories from BT about his life and it just being one of the saddest things they ever have heard ever, and figuring out how to fix it by hunting down whoever did it to MAKE them fix it.

Bonus points: They also get to see how destructive BT is with weapons and learn:

1) why Sonic ban Tails from making some types of weapons.

2) that Sonic actually has the patience of a saint for a little destructive BT

3) Tails is way more down to murder than they had previously thought

Anyways hope you enjoyed my rambles. Long busy week so sorry if it's a little all over the place. It was a long post but it's also been a while since I posted.

#miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #they're brothers your honor #feral tails #let him bite

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"We could have ourselves quite a fling... Tail to tail, feather to feather- don't you think we oughta flock together~?" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 30 - “Scintillate (Bdubs)”

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After a long debate, the Jungle Duo agree to restructure their archaeologist roleplay into romance. Bdubs can roll with anything- it's fine! He's not feeling lonely and worthless after passing his phantom flock captain title to Martyn.

Grian, who just took a slap in the face from Scar rejecting his QPR proposal, opts to throw caution to the wind like the chaos-chasing bird he is. Let's plan a little roleplay...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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BdoubleO100

Status: Taking the lead

Captain of New Star Station’s phantom hybrid flock

💙 🧡 💚

Grian’s idea of a skin change, apparently, was pulling his goggles down over his eyes and switching out his red sweater for a green one. When Bdubs gives him a pointed look, Grian whips his Sherlock Grian hat out from behind him and situates it carefully on his curls. They’re extra fluffy today… Bdubs wonders drearily if that’s just part of the costume change or if Grian’s trying to get a reaction out of him. Oh, he’ll get a reaction…

Bdubs crosses his arms. There are several farm servers and they keep the portals in a hallway-shaped building of the same name. One’s for sheer optimization- Testing, fiddling, and demonstrating farms at max efficiency. Several are for mobs. One of the food servers is a little tamer and you get a lot of recipe theorists practicing their culinary crafting in there. One server’s packed with restaurants. Kinda defeats the purpose when it won’t leave you saturated in Between, but Scott likes to review the required resources (read: taste-test) before he approves them into New Star.

Then, well… There are the carrot servers. Several of ‘em, actually, just to give people elbow room. Nice way to minimize running into an ex. There are some servers with nice ballrooms or gardens to walk through, but Grian specifically asked for beds. So, cabins and beds is what he’s gonna get. Bdubs waits near the portal entrance (away from the line) and starts tapping his foot as Grian jogs up to join him. “I thought I said you don’t wanna attract attention in there.”

“Honestly, you know what I’m like. This is as good as it gets with me, mate.” Grian looks him up and down. “Don’t look at me that way when you barely changed either. Bdubs! Turn around for me.”

Bdubs gives a grunt. He picked a skin with a dark blue shirt for this, plus gray checkerboard pants. Very soft. Perfect snugglewear. He’s still got his mossy shawl on, but it’s not a big deal if he’s recognized. He pops by the carrot server all the time. Not always ‘cuz he’s here to see someone… Far too many people steal away in their low-energy moments and forget the server will kick them out when they’re in the last few minutes of phantom hour. This place is a feeding frenzy for phantom hybrids ten minutes before the clock tower chimes.

This is where the lower-ranked members of the flock hunt, actually, ‘cuz it’s so easy it doesn’t take any skill. Bdubs can see two of them perched high in the alcoves, chatting and licking code strings from between their fingers. They’re both splattered in blue. Well-fed. It’s way too easy here.

Maybe it’s time I let you two roam the streets.

They’re not the only ones, either. The Fox Dragon’s phantoms are loitering here too. Easy pickings, they must’ve figured out. Bdubs itches to nip at them, tell ‘em to go do some real hunting in the city, but this isn’t his circus and those aren’t his monkeys. Martyn’s the one who’d have to shoo ‘em off, and he’s back at the clock tower like a good boy. He better be.

At least the rival captain’s not here. She’s got smaller wings, but Bdubs isn’t her biggest fan. She’s fine. But introducing two captains into one hunting ground without a lot of buildup is always gonna be trouble. She and Martyn prickled around each other when Bdubs set him up on a “blind playdate” Monday night. When he and Scott went back for pick-up, they were building with Lego at the same table and talking about whatever, but the ruffled hair and many scratch marks told a story that didn’t need questions asked.

Still… New Star’s a tempting hunting ground. If Martyn can’t hold his own, Charlotte’s captain might try to throw him out.

Welp. Good lesson to learn if it come to it. Not his problem tonight. While Grian smirks, tugging at the end of his mossy shawl, Bdubs turns his head towards the portal mouth. The line’s been moving at a decent speed. Grian moves towards it, but Bdubs hesitates before plodding over to join him.

“What’s up?” Grian asks, folding arms behind his head.

“… You’re gonna get scoped out as a new kid. It’s your first time on the server. We’re dropping in at spawn. That’s where they try to get you.”

“Who was this?”

“Code sellers. Don’t look at ‘em.”

“Oh.” Grian goes quiet then. People ahead of them disappear inside the portal. After a moment, Grian asks, “Did you log out at spawn?”

“Near there, yeah. At least, I think I did… But just to be safe, give me ten seconds before you step in after me. Oh, and… We’re gonna be around sparked villagers, so try not to show your hands too much. Scares ‘em.”

Grian nods. They step into a fenced-off little area of space. The white blocks and pink mist of the portal yawn in front of them. HALO Copper’s watching, splitting groups and asking people one at a time if they’re consenting to step inside. One of New Star’s phantom hybrids drapes atop the portal blocks in silent reminder that she’ll lunge if requested. Grian moves to the side while HALO Copper shoots Bdubs a skeptical look.

“Business or pleasure?”

“Oh, he better not give me any trouble.” Bdubs hooks a thumb at Grian, who waves back. “I’m here with G. No funny business and no hunting. Cross my middle heart.”

Couple more questions. The usual. Then Bdubs pops through the pink mist. He mentally grabs hold and swishes downwards, landing with a shimmer when he’s on-server and the mist is gone.

BdoubleO100 joined the game

Everything looks to be in order. He’s near the “town square,” in a partitioned-off spot surrounded by fence posts. There’s a bed a few blocks away. You’re s’posed to set spawn at the bed upfront before you leave, or at the very least they want you to break the bed you were using. You can probably imagine how awkward it’d be to die and respawn in a room someone else rented for the evening.

The spawn area’s got an open sky. It’s pretty much a town, complete with a market. The usual solicitors try and get his attention, but Bdubs flips up his hood and ignores them. He struts back and waits around the square ‘til Grian shimmers in at spawn in front of him.

Grian joined the game

Grian shows up stretching high, wings fanned out around him. Show-off. Bdubs grunts in memory of what he lost, but doesn’t comment. Since Grian changed skins, his feathers have lost their high-saturation shimmer, but there’s no denying he still looks good. Mossy green’s a pretty color on him.

Can’t wait to help with that.

“Whoo, what a rush,” Grian muses, and starts parsing the feathers in his wings as though examining them for the first time in his life. “It’s not vanilla here, then.”

“‘Cuz your wings didn’t shrink?” Baby wings are the default if you haven’t touched an elytra yet. Dog’s Life is one of the exceptions to that rule since they’ve got trait mods going on. “Yeah, the admin knows people like to flaunt ‘em. It’s why they don’t make you scrub client-side mods off before you join. C’mon- gotta put our names in the book and tell the staff when to check up on us.”

“Runs like a wheel,” Grian remarks, trotting after him.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

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auxiliarydetective · 19 days

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Evie's One Piece OC Compendium

SO @eustasskidsfattits asked me to make a post about my One Piece OCs, so here it is! I wanted to make this way sooner, but then stuff happened and then I got to show one of my friends OPLA and 8 OCs turned to 9 (oopsies...). Also, the perfectionist in me would not shut up. Yes, this is technically the intro for the three newest ones, so buckle up!

I'm gonna list them in the order that I created them, simply because listing them in the order of their appearance in the story would be fairly impossible with how OPLA likes to introduce characters earlier on lol - These OCs also all exist in their own separate universes, by the way...

So yeah, long post incoming and, for any OPLA-onlies reading this post: Spoiler warning!!!

Not proofread because I just wanna finally get this post out and I am lacking energy

The Guardian: Aether S. Luna

The original One Piece OC and also the one who has gone through the most changes. I revamped her only recently!

Luna is convinced that she's the daughter of the moon goddess aka of Mother Moon herself, and there are some very odd things about her that make that very plausible. She looks like how you would imagine the daughter of the moon to look like, with very pale skin and very light blonde hair, she has magical powers that are charged by basking in the moonlight, she needs very little sleep as long as the moon is out, her strength is based on the moon cycle... Oh, also: Wings. Large, white wings, that don't fit in with any other humanoid creature in the world. So, nobody really has any solid evidence against it either. Well... Nobody who hasn't been to Egghead Island.

She's introduced into the story at Long Ring Long Land (I actually have two fics for that) as a part of Foxy's crew because he won her in a Davy Back Fight. Before that, she was sort of aimlessly travelling the seas with various crews, just trying to find a place to belong. Throughout the Davy Back Fight, Luna ends up befriending the Straw Hats and Luffy, being Luffy, of course won't pass up the opportunity to have someone as weird as her on their crew, so she joins!

Sanji is, of course, very enamoured with this literal goddess. Even more so than usual. Luckily for him, his charm seems to be working on Luna too. She essentially goes from "Oh, you're adorable. You're funny." to "Oh. Oh no. That's the love of my life, isn't it?", at the very latest when she sees Sanji after he absolutely decimates the people on the Sea Train.

I can't really talk too much about her because a lot of my ideas for her are very visual, but I guess I could give some more little facts? First of all, Luna is 18 and her blood group is S. You can take a look at my animanga character sketches for her here and here if you want! Her wings haven't grown to their full size yet pre-timeskip, and she molts like a bird as she grows, so whenever that happens, she's essentially grounded and chronically exhausted. And that happens around the time of Sabaody. Perfect timing, right? Also, she has to preen her wings, especially after battles, and her crewmates keep around her feathers either for practical or sentimental reasons. And in case you were wondering, of course she heads to Whole Cake Island to go after her boyfriend. Big Mom takes an interest in her, Judge wants to steal her lineage factor, it's a very fun time for everyone involved.

The Sweet Tooth: Charlotte Inari

Ah yes, sweet little Inari. Inari is Pudding's twin sister, she's also a member of the Three-Eyed Tribe and she's named after inari-zushi (if you were wondering how she fits into the Charlotte Family naming scheme). She ate the Kami Kami no Mi, Model: Shikigami, which has a very complicated way to how it works, but, essentially, it binds her to a master whose orders she has to follow and, in turn, gets special abilities from based on her master's. That master is the person who last saved her life. The problem with that situation is that she got the devil fruit when she was still very young and travelling at sea with one of her siblings, and a sea battle ensued where chaos happened and she got herself kidnapped. So, she ends up being passed around from master to master for years until finally ending up with Enel. That is, until Luffy defeats him, and she joins the Straw Hats.

Inari, being that she spent her early formative years on Totto Land, has some very interesting ideas of what's considered normal for animals, plant life, people... for everything, really. She fights with two war fans (as well as her devil fruit, of course) and knows how to play the shamisen, both of which she picked up while travelling with a crew of Wano ancestry for a while. Also, she naturally has a huge sweet tooth and loves to make sweets too. It runs in her genes.

Inari's goal while travelling with the Straw Hats at first is to get back home. She's just a kid, she wants to go home, at least to let her family know that she's okay. And her family and her friends will totally get along, right??? That's also why she doesn't fully consider herself part of the Straw Hats for the longest time. She's a member of the Big Mom Pirates, simply by birth right. However, this all gets a bit thrown on its head with the Timeskip and everything after that. Because, during the timeskip, Kuma sends her to Totto Land, and she officially joins the Big Mom Pirates. So, she has everything she has ever wanted, right? Well... She still ends up coming back. She loves her friends too much not to go back to them. And then Luffy ends up starting a war with Big Mom, which is... not ideal? Whole Cake Island is especially fun. And Wano? Oh boy!

Also... remember the special ability of the Three-Eyed Tribe? Yeah. Inari awakens her third eye when she hears the Drums of Liberation, but nobody notices and she doesn't tell anybody until the battle is long over, and even then she only tells Sanji and Robin.

The Tailor: Akaito Coraline

My dear, sweet Cora... We're entering the live action era now! Aka when everything started to escalate and I started drowning in OCs. I freaking love the live action, man... Maybe a little too much.

Anyways, Cora! Cora is the last living member of the Akaito Clan, a tailoring family from the North Blue of world-class fame who was eradicated by Germa 66 when they didn't want to work for their evil plans. Their main identifier is a sewing needle pierced through the left ear, and they can tell a person's measurements just by looking at them. Of course, there are many imposters around because Akaito-made clothes sell for a fortune, but they usually fail at these criteria. Cora was only a baby when the attack from Germa happened, so she doesn't remember anything from that day or about her family, except for her mother, who was selected as the sole adult survivor of the massacre, because she had Cora, and Judge had plans for Cora. Little did Judge know that her mother also had plans for Cora, and that she had given the baby the Akaito Clan's most prized possession: The Sew Sew Fruit (Chiku Chiku no Mi), which gives its user mastery over the entire clothesmaking process and its tools and materials.

I don't want to get too much into Cora's backstory here, but she befriended Sanji and thought that he had died, and then her mother died, she helped create and designed the Raid Suits and then she ran away with the help of Reiju at 16 years old. Afterwards, she rose to considerable fame as a tailor in the East Blue, until finally stumbling across Sanji at Baratie, the same day that the Straw Hats also show up there. Shenanigans ensue.

I think, if I were going to describe Cora's personality in only three aspects, it's trauma, kindness, and a huge double crush that she doesn't like to admit. Because not only is she wholly unprepared for Sanji being not only alive but also a pretty and charming young man, there's also a swordsman who she has to stitch back together after a big fight and who she ends up falling head over heels for. The two boys constantly bickering doesn't help much either, and they also bicker over her, constantly trying to out-boyfriend each other. In case you were wondering whose side Cora usually takes in these fights, the answer is: She joins in on the side of entertainment. Whichever side would yield the funnier result. She just thinks their fights are way too funny and stupid. Also, she's constantly touch-starved and also scared of touch. And sleep-deprived. She gets better in the "scared of touch" category over the course of her journey with the Straw Hats, so... Sleepy cuddles. So many sleepy cuddles. If Zoro's taking a nap, she's taking a nap too, no buts. And Sanji eventually ends up with his arm around her waist 90% of the time. His personal space is also her personal space.

So, uh, fighting style! She uses a rapier and keeps explaining to people that, no, she's not a swordsman, she's a fencer. There's a difference. Also, she uses strings a lot, and plagiarizes Doffy's travelling method after Dressrosa. The thing with strings and dyes and whatnot is a whole new can of worms that I won't get into right now but it's super cool.

One more fun fact: Cora is short. She's tiny. And she wears heels to compensate, which Zoro hates because they're not practical at all. Her entire fashion sense gives him minor aggressions, partially because a lot of her clothes are a lot more fashion than function, partially because she looks too damn gorgeous in them and he's constantly reminded of his embarrassing crush and has gotten so distracted by her that he has walked into tables and doorframes multiple times. Sanji, on the other hand, fully supports her fashion choices. Maybe show a little more skin next time..? Pretty please? I have concept art for her and one of the more distracting outfits :)

The Scout: "Desert Fox" Felicity

The baby of the crew. Yeah, she's younger than Chopper. Inari is already young, being 14, but Lily? Lily is twelve. Absolute baby. How did she end up with the Straw Hats? Blame it on Buggy kidnapping her and then kidnapping the Straw Hats on top, letting them bust her out with them. Nami and Zoro pretty much become her caretakers on the spot, Nami consciously and Zoro... well... Turns out he has a bit of a soft spot for little scared kids with fox ears. They bring her back home to her "sister" Kaya at Syrup Village, but then she almost gets murdered by a killer butler, and Kaya asks them to take Lily with them, so... Well, she's with them now! Only about a few days later though, one of her caretakers gets himself almost killed and the other decides to abandon the crew. Good thing that Sanji has pretty much decided to adopt her, because otherwise she'd be crying her eyes out.

Lily is actually half mink! That's where she got her fennec fox features and some of her behavioural patterns (i.e. cuddliness, switching between napping and getting the zoomies...) from. But her behaviour could just as well be caused by her devil fruit, because she ate the Jōi Jōi no Mi, which gives her emotions magical properties. Which ones? No one knows! You'll find out when it happens. Pretty much the only really predictable effect back when Lily joins the crew is that she turns back into a nonverbal five-year-old when she gets too scared. She also has a pretty good success rate of turning into a more anthropomorphic fox creature when getting into the spirit for a battle. She's a mink after all, and minks are born fighters! And in case you're wondering: Yes, she does have electro! And sharp teeth. You do not want to make her upset. Best case scenario is that she bites you, worst case is either some magical shenanigans or she starts crying and her crewmates come to kick your ass.

I haven't developed her too much beyond the first season of OPLA, but I just know that she has to go absolutely feral at Alabasta, because that's a fennec fox's natural habitat and her epithet is "Desert Fox", so it only makes sense for her to get it at Alabasta. Also, it would be peak funny for Crocodile to complain to the Marines about a literal child messing up his plans, and peak funny is also peak One Piece, so you best believe I'll do it. Also, her being this young means I get to watch her grow up over the timeskip. I imagine she maybe gets sent to Zou and starts to really master her electro and devil fruit attacks? Something along the lines of "I'm all grown up now! I have my powers under control!" and then immediately turning back into a kindergartener in the face of danger would probably be her running gag post-TS. Also, I'm so soft for her relationship with Sanji. I could go on for ages about Whole Cake Island, but I'll leave it at that for now. This post is already getting long enough...

The Matron: Dracule Aurelia

Oh boy, you're not ready for her. She's the daughter of Rayleigh and Shakky. Trans queen (thanks, Iva). Raised as a Kuja, got love sickness just like her mother and fell for a red-headed idiot first, then for a certain swordsman. Ended up marrying the swordsman in the most dramatic way possible. Also maybe the second most beautiful woman in the world, after Boa Hancock of course.

Aurelia is essentially the fusion of a mafia boss, a mob wife, and an Ancient Roman patron. She has unbelievable amounts of money and an invisible net of connections that makes her almost untouchable. She's allied with Emperors, Warlords, kings and queens... Her main deal is providing smaller, more inexperienced pirate crews with her protection and support and getting their services in return, for example as soliders, for transportation... Whatever she needs at that moment. She can be as kind as she can be cruel, and people are generally both in awe and scared of her. Her epithet is "Black Widow" both because of her spider net of connections and because all of her lovers keep mysteriously dying as if through some sort of curse. Mihawk is the only one who has been able to resist that curse. Shanks doesn't count because Aurelia claims she never truly loved him.

One of the places under her protection is Baratie, and so she gets caught up in the Straw Hats' shenanigans. First, Nami asks her for help, then she returns to Arlong ransacking the place and essentially kidnapping Nami, then she finds out that Zoro was almost killed by her husband... Also, Sanji is the closest thing to a son that she has, so Sanji joining the Straw Hats is pretty much the final nail in the coffin to her deciding on her own terms that she's going to protect those kids to the best of her ability. You can kind of imagine her as the rich aunt, but a lot more deadly. Generally, she spends a majority in the story picking up her den den mushi and going "Luffy, what did you do this time?" The boy pretty much becomes her most effective portégé when it comes to expanding her territory, because he keeps punching tyrants and asking her to put the newly freed kingdoms under her protection. She also kicks ass at Marineford, of course, helps protect the Sunny during the timeskip, and becomes decorously unhinged when Whole Cake Island comes around because of her own personal history with Big Mom and "That's my son!" and "Luffy, you are not going to kill an Emperor." - so yeah, she pretty much has to follow the Straw Hats to Wano too, lest they get themselves kicked. She's both the queen of the literal universe and the exhausted mother of a crew of literal toddlers. Or. Well. Children and one supercharged toddler who will not stop causing chaos.

Her entire backstory is so freaking great. Growing up as a Kuja, running away from home because she's mad at her mother for leaving the Kuja tribe, her very first murder of a lover who also happened to be a nobleman, her bond with Iva and speedy hormone therapy, whatever the hell was going on between her and Shanks, her relationship with Mihawk, the whole situation with Big Mom and her rules for alliances, Mihawk literally fighting for her hand in marriage, her meeting Sanji and essentially adopting him... There's a lot going on. Wish I could write it one day.

The Mechanic: Lux Jirou

Lynx boi! Kuro tricked him into thinking he had Amber Lead Snydrome but it's actually just vitiligo. Used to be a member of the Black Cat Pirates (posing as the mansion's security guard) but liked Kaya a little too much and figured out Kuro was lying, so he teamed up with the Straw Hats to take him down. Also has the worst crush on Zoro and Zoro has the worst crushback, but they're both too stupid to figure it out. He goes by Jirou while with the Black Cat Pirates but starts going only by his last name Lux once he starts rebelling. Ends up joining the Heart Pirates and working as a mechanic on the Polar Tang.

Once again, so many of my ideas for him are more visual because... big kitty! Huge freaking paws! Cuddly cat naps! Involuntary purring because he has a crush and he's a cat and... Yeah. Also, he's absolutely thriving at Punk Hazard. Lots of snow? No problem! Lynx have built-in snow shoes. Also, his devil fruit (Neko Neko no Mi, Model: Lynx), much like the dinosaur SMILEs of the Beasts Pirates, works with Zoan logic. "Lynxes can walk on snow, so they can also walk on water, right? Since water is just frozen snow. And then maybe they can walk on air too if they train hard enough? Because of the humidity?"

The Siren: Kanyalani

Also known as Kan-chan, because Luffy is not pronouncing her full name. She's a betta fish mermaid and former slave and joined the Sun Pirates after being liberated. She has a romance with Jinbe which eventually turns into a polycule with the addition of Robin and Franky when they both join the Straw Hats. Kan-chan fights with chakrams and uses Merman Combat as well as some Fishman Karate.

Now for some mermaid characteristics: Since she's a betta fish mermaid, she shares betta fish characteristics. This means that she loves her color when she's unhappy and becomes more vibrant when she is happy. She also has a unique ability. Whereas all mermaids have beautiful voices, Kan-chan's singing can lull anyone to sleep, even in the midst of battle. Also, she's over thirty, so her tail is split, but she has trouble walking, so she practically never does it. She prefers using Bubbly Corals to navigate and claims that her very frilly fin makes for bad legs anyways.

The Archer: Shimotsuki Kaede

A Kuina look alike from Ebisu Town who nearly gives Zoro a heart attack when he sees her with her mask off for the first time. The concept for this OC basically came to me in the concept of many What Ifs. What if Kuina was still alive? What if Kuina was even more gender? What if there was a flying squirrel? What if someone pulled a Robin Hood on Orochi?

So, here's Kaede. Regular Ebisu Town citizen by day, dying and mending kimonos, stealing food and shooting arrows at people by night. As Ebisu Town gets the leftovers from the Flower Capital, this also includes the half-eaten SMILEs, and Kaede had the one-in-a-million luck of one of the SMILEs, finicky things that they are, still having traces of the power it once gave. And so, she got the power of the flying squirrel SMILE, making her the "devil fruit twin" of Bao Huang. She practices kyūdō in secret and almost runs an arrow through Orochi's head after Yasuie's execution. She would've hit the bastard too if someone hadn't hit her bow and made her miss.

The Soldier: Roronoa Sonoko

Ah yes, the reason why this post took me so long... She just appeared the moment I saw the scene in OPLA where Morgan tries to get Zoro to join the Marines. Because my brain went: Y'know, what if he actually had? So, I bring to you: Zoro's sister. No, not biological sister. They're siblings the way the ASL brothers are siblings. By exchanging sake cups. They got in trouble for stealing the sake and the cups but it was all worth it. What makes the situation even funnier is that Sonoko keeps on telling people that they're not biological siblings but nobody believes her because she's pretty much Zoro's spitting image. And it's her fault, too! Because she chooses to wear those earrings (more or less, but that's a bit of a longer story) and she chooses to dye her hair green! Yes, among the thousands of people with naturally funky hair colors, Kaede is pretty much the only one who actually dyes her hair.

So yeah, she's a Marine! Freshly promoted to Ensign when Koby and Helmeppo join and Garp's protégé. Her sword training comes from Bogard but she uses Two-Sword Style, so it's more her figuring out techniques and Bogard putting up with them. That is until Garp calls on Mihawk to go catch Luffy. Hawk Eyes comes to the ship to say that he decided not to do just that and Garp, as a payment for not reporting this to the World Government, asks Mihawk to take Sonoko on as a student. Mihawk, being Mihawk, is about to remind Garp that he does whatever he wants and doesn't need a deal like that. But then he sees the spitting image of Zoro in front of him and hears the same last name - and he changes his mind. Maybe it's worth a shot?

Following that, I don't have that many ideas except that Sonoko gets a bunch of promotions, only to go AWOL to warn Mihawk of the dismantling of the Warlords system during the Reverie because, at this point, she's far more loyal to him than to the Government or the Marines. She then completely deserts and dashes to Wano to help her brother and his crew defeat Kaido. In the process of the Raid on Onigashima (possibly while protecting either Hiyori or Zoro), she loses an arm and one of her swords and is just... overcome with guilt and shame. So much so that she can't bring herself to return to Mihawk after this incredible failure. Franky does replace her arm with a robotic one and everyone is super nice and supportive to her, the samurai step in and try to reason with her, but she's completely blinded by shame and anxiety. She keeps training, of course, she keepy going, but she just doesn't see herself as worthy anymore of being the student of the World's Greatest Swordsman. But then Mihawk himself shows up at Wano, looking specifically for her and tells her that she isn't a failure, that he's proud of her for her sacrifice for her cause and, most importantly of all, because she kept going. So, all is well and she joins the Cross Guild. Maybe befriends Cabaji, I dunno.

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adastrael · 11 months

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Cod: mw ii characters and things they collect (pt.2)

Character(s): alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, valeria garza, kim "horangi" hong-jin, könig

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of gambling and anxiety

A/N: the second chapter is finally here! Hope you enjoy, as usual, don't be too afraid to share your thoughts :D

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro is a sentimental man without a doubt, someone who likes to remember as much as he can from his past — be it the good or bad. A habit he has learned from his father when he was younger was purchasing a postcard and a coin or bill of the local currency whenever they visited foreign countries. It didn't happen often unfortunately, so this goal was a little difficult to accomplish, but with the years spent in the military and now as a Colonel, he gets more opportunities to visit places he has never been before. To this day, he still gets a card from every new city he goes to as a memory that he was there once.

Some things that tie back into his sentimental nature are the photographs he keeps. There is a box in his office back at home, heavy from all the pictures he has stacked into the available space. Some of them are very old, paper faded and jagged, but the people on them are still recognizable. These are from his younger years, a few go back even as far in time where he only just started hanging out with Rodolfo. Others are still shiny and new, a few even have that fresh scent the paper acquires when the picture is made. These are mostly of the team, 141 and other seemingly random sights Alejandro felt worthy enough to capture (this man is a sucker for sunsets, you can't change my mind).

Alejandro has a few keychains he has received during the years, mostly from distant relatives or members of Los Vaqueros. The key to his front door contains 90% of them, although he doesn't like when there are too many weights next to such important objects. His favorite is undeniably the little cowboy hat they bought together with Rudy once, just after Los Vaqueros became an official thing. It never fails to make him smile, and he has a saying that goes along the lines of "As long as I have this, Los Vaqueros will be a thing."

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

As a kid, Rodolfo was always looking for little trinkets to keep. From seashells, rocks, feathers and pretty leaves, if something caught his attention, it was going home with him in his pocket. His favorites were undeniably rocks though; there are still quite a lot of them he has kept from all the years and refuses to get rid of for one reason or another. As Alejandro teased him before, Rudy is like a crow in this regard — although it's not shiny things he collects, just rocks he finds fitting to join his heap.

Something that has always fascinated him was lego sets. As a kid he didn't have the chance to own any, but now that he has a healthy paycheck, nothing is stopping him from purchasing different sets for his own birthday and similar occasions. The model he loves the most is probably the Great Pyramid of Giza, which he built in a single afternoon when he was on medical leave once. Although most of them don't have enough space in his house, his favorite ones are displayed somewhere: either on his office table, or on a shelf in one of the rooms.

There is a habit he couldn't stop ever since he was little, but didn't really want to either to be fair. Like most kids, Rodolfo enjoyed getting stickers and sticking them somewhere he found fit, even when someone told him no. As he grew older, he didn't want to waste them anymore, knowing he wouldn't be able to make use of them again once you plastered them on a surface. That was the start of his collection — ever since, he doesn't like the idea of putting them anywhere, only collecting all the stickers he gets in one big folder. He gets way too emotionally attached to most of them and he knows, but Rodolfo tries his best. Besides, we all need something to be passionate about besides work, don't we?

Plus fun fact: Rudy often gifts his friends and family stickers. At first, most found it confusing and unnecessary, but now everyone just finds it adorable and thanks him earnestly when they receive any. It's an ongoing joke between the Vaqueros that you will know the Sergeant Major likes you if he gives you stickers. Not to mention, they consider you family and part of the team once you receive any. It's really great.

Valeria Garza

It's no secret that Valeria enjoys painting her nails; the brighter and more feminine, the better. During the years, she unintentionally started collecting nail polishes as one does: if she saw a color she liked, it was bought with little to no hesitation, no matter how many bottles she already had at home. Valeria makes good use of all of them though, her nails are always nicely done and the colors change almost week after week.

Valeria couldn't deny her love for house plants even if she tried. She would never let her men see the plant mom side of her, but Alejandro and Rodolfo had the chance to witness her home. The living room is filled with greens: different, often hand painted vases on the shelves, tall houseplants in front of the big windows and even some vine-like plants curling over her walls. She makes sure not to overdo them, but every room that isn't her bedroom has at least one little flower.

Something that understandably makes her even more intimidating is her enthusiasm for swords. Don't get the wrong idea, she can't handle one and isn't overly tempted to learn either, but she loves their beauty all the same. One of the rooms in her house is kind of like a calming area, her favorite plants, furniture and pictures all gathered in the same place. Above the door, there is a hanger with a sword replica on top of it, but it's only noticeable when you actually look for it. If she could, Valeria would buy a few real ones, but she doesn't see the need for them, above the fact that they look good and bring her some joy. In the future, she just might learn their tricks however.

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

It might be ironic considering his unlucky history with gambling, but Horangi likes to collect special and unique looking game tokens. Under this category he will never consider the non-physical ones like crypto and such, in-game ones are those he loves, the ones that are actually collectable. It's no surprise that poker tokens are his favorite to look for, there are even one or two custom made ones he has gotten as a gift from friends (König and other KorTac members). He won't ever consider getting back into gambling because he has learned his lesson, but it doesn't hurt to collect unique items related to the hobby.

Another thing that keeps him connected to games are cards. Sure, he's especially awful at card games, but there are a few decks that caught his eye during the years and just couldn't resist to leave. One of his biggest prizes is a deck with completely black cards that glow in the dark, and the numbers and designs are only visible then.

Call him a poser, but Horangi loves sunglasses. Of course, during missions he can't always wear them, but around base and usually even at home, there is one hiding his eyes from curious looks. It became a comfort thing very quickly for him, so the reason why he wears them everywhere isn't purely fashion motivated (honestly, none at all, only just when he is out as a civilian). Horangi doesn't own that many pairs, maybe around six or seven, and like three of them are regular black ones, but the rest are different; they help him blend in, not to mention that a few of them match his everyday clothes and just spice his outfits up a little.

König

As a kid, König loved reading comic books, especially if they were superhero ones. It isn't necessary to say he collected them, but the amount of stacks he used to have in his room would surely qualify as such. Financially, he wasn't much to deal with as a kid; he ate a lot, sure, and new clothes were constantly needed because of his fast growth, but he never asked for anything from his parents, only new comic books to read through. Most of them are still hidden somewhere in his childhood room, and one day he's sure to read them all over again when he has the time.

Another habit he started as a kid and somehow never really grew out of is collecting dinosaur figures. Don't think about the big ones people usually put on shelves as decoration, König was always enthusiastic about the small ones that came in packages, multiple dinos in one. He used to have a dinosaur phase back in grade school, and if you ask him about a species, he can probably still ramble about the topic for hours to no end.

Something that might seem a little strange to others, but is totally usual for him is the pocket sized magnets he carries with himself. König generally fidgets a lot, either from anxiety or just absently while thinking or doing something else, and magnets are easy and satisfying to connect and pull apart. The fact that he likes the noise doesn't hurt either, it usually helps him focus on the task at hand.

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pigeonwit · 9 months

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notes from the july 29th afternoon show, because i want to remember it forever

honestly? crutchie’s kind of a jerk and i love it. like how davey got more weird as the production progressed, i think crutchie got more cynical. He is very irritable when jack starts ranting about santa fe, brushing him off, rolling his eyes, trying very hard not to get too swept up in the fantasy… when he starts getting too caught up in it, he sort of shakes himself out of it – ‘so – so what, you got folks there?’. he gets angry when jack won’t help him down, looks like he’s about to cry in frustration after ‘watch me run’, he tries to slap jack off of him when he grabs his shoulder but stops when he says ‘don’t you know that we’s a family?’… it HURT man this kid is clearly trying so hard not to hope for a better life but he can’t help it…

morgan was on for albert and the moment he was on stage he was choosing violence. he’s so frustrated to be woken up and he is constantly starting shit with ANYONE.

race got WAYY up in the delanceys faces – i think someone said owen’s mike wasn’t working so he had to? – and albert looked so excited at the idea that they were about to throw down for literally no reason.

davey is not only terrified but he is the epitome of that fear may not be intrinsically autistic but I know I’ve experienced it far too much in my life. he is so terrified of getting things wrong that he is constantly trying to explain himself to people who either are not listening or do not care. par exemple:

"ungrounded accusations!" "no - no! i just want what i paid for!"

"get the new kid 50 more papes!" "(frantically) nonono i dont want more papes!!" (in my head I think he thought he’d have to pay for them himself – he looked surprised that jack covered the cost for him)

“buy a pape from a poor orphan boy?” "no, no, hes not an orphan!" (he tries to RUN to les’s side but jack grabs him and keeps him from intervening – and davey looks so uncomfortable as he watches and as he tries to convince les that they have to go back to school.)

"who're... they?" "scabs, what do you think?!"

oscar just chucks daveys papers on the floor and davey sideeyes him so hard for it.

when jack keeps trying to help him he gets this moment of frustration where he snaps "i am no charity case!" like he NEEDS people to know that he can take care of himself – and then he pauses, surprised and probably embarrassed by his outburst, and quietly adds "i dont even know you. excuse me." and tries to leave.

his sass is so quiet and understated at first – he’s so obviously got SO MUCH to say but he’s just not allowed to because he HAS to be responsible here. when he says “who said we want a partner?” and “if hes the best, whats he need with me?”, he’s sort of mumbling it to the air, not expecting anyone to respond.

o the autism ryan kopel channels. davey squirms and twitches when the newsboys are being loud and laughing. jack keeps touching davey while davey flinches away, then gradually lets him touch more as the show goes on. he pulls davey back when davey tries to leave as the union forms, and as jack speaks you can see davey growing more and more convinced.

when they’re selling with jack, davey runs in from flushing trying to sell papers to the audience – and i think someone genuinely tried to take one? because ryan had to say ‘paper? evening paper for you? oh! um – no, actually, not you-”

"why dont you come home with us?" [beat] "FOR DINNER. I MEAN."

i’m a firm believer of ‘davey did not fall in love with jack at first sight nor did he fall in love when he saw the painting for the first time’ – but you can clearly see davey re-adjusting the way he sees jack when he sees the painting. after snyder chases them, he was FURIOUS that jack might’ve put les in danger – but when he sees the painting, he sort of slows down ("no, youre... REALLY good...")

when lillie gives les a feather from her outfit to tuck into his hat, it falls out, so davey very bashfully picks it up like he’s worried they’ll get in trouble for making a mess.

he – with a completely :| expression – slaps his hand over les’s eyes when the beauties choreo gets a bit more Leggy. i’m also fairly certain lindsay’s bowery beauty was dancing towards davey – or at the very least the guy sitting next to him – while he just looked right past her to stare at jack. he’s trying so hard to figure this guy out. he is ENAMOURED.

(so i had my hands clasped right up to my neck all through the show trying not to stim – and i guess lillie saw me doing that ‘cause we made eye contact during that’s rich and she did some of the pointing and waving choreo towards me – i think i was visibly straightening up in my chair like ‘hi… :’D’)

when the price rises jack clearly knows that this is for REAL for real but he’s trying so hard to put on a brave face.

davey keeps batting jack off of him and squirming away from his touch but the more jack talks, the more he leans into it.

when jack says “i bet if your father had a union, your family wouldnt be in this mess!” davey does this very tiny begrudging “ys…” – and i’m not sure if michael just didn’t hear him or if ryan’s done this before because there’s a pause and then he sort of huffs and says, louder and more firmly, “YES 🙄”

“so who tells pulitzer… davey?” “[irritated] i dont KNOW, i - [hesitant] i dont know... i guess... you do, mister president.”

the newsies all cheer when he says this and gesture at him to join the group, yelling "yeah davey cmon!!" etc, touching him and welcoming him. he shakes hands with finch, claps shoulders with race, full on hugs albert and crutchie, and a lot more i couldnt 100% identify.

spencer was on for romeo and i stg there was a running joke of things never going romeos way. when jacobi says “a glass of water for-” jojo raises his hand and goes “me!!!" and when romeo takes it he puppy dogs until romeo begrudgingly gives it. jojo does give it back but romeo does not look pleased about drinking second hand water. when medda says 'oh honey i was just talking about you!' and splasher (i think?) rises, romeo says 'PIPE DOWN shes talking to me!!' very proudly with his cap doffed over his chest - but when she says 'listen sport, life’s too short to waste it on you' all the other newsies side-eye him until he sits back down, embarrassed. when les yells 'GUYS!!' at jack and kath kissing, im fairly certain it was him who yelled 'WHAT?!' very affrontedly

“who wants brooklyn?” – mike pulled his neckerchief over his eyes and blocked his ears and stayed like that for WAAAY too long. several of the newsies stuff their heads in their bags and just do not take them off so when they’re agreeing with jack on ‘brooklyn’s the sixth largest city in the world’ there’s just six bags nodding in the group - and also mike, nodding with a blindfold on and his hands over his ears, pretending he still can't hear anyone.

jack is putting on his confident little fuckboy façade SO much when he’s talking to katherine – but when he says ‘do i look scared?’ he just… crumbles a little and says very quietly ‘but, um… ask me again… in the morning.’

davey is very clearly trying to joke when he says “if you look and see brooklyn then they’re with us!” and race fully LUNGES at him – jack has to physically hold him back.

when davey is telling jack "we HAVE to stick together or we don't have a chance!" jack says "i know", then places a hand on his chest and says, "i hear you." - and davey is still for a moment before following jack back towards the scabbers. im not sure if this davey has ever been so earnestly heard before.

tommy boy goes to the delancey's for help as the other scabbers join the strike - instead of helping him, they just bless him with his crucifix and send him back into the fray, which i found to be a really interesting coin-flip on how crutchie and the delanceys seem to view religion. crutchie seems to be more abstract about it, focusing more on paying it forward, being there for his newsies and being civil to people even though he dislikes them (eg 'good morning, mr wiesel' - he clearly does not like weasel at ALL but he'll still be civil). meanwhile the delancey's seemed to have this attitude of 'have faith, god will help you! but we won't.'

when jack yells "newsies, get em!", he bodily shoves davey out of the fray when he tries to jump in so he can protect les instead.

crutchie is SCREAMING in agony and cries "no, NO!" when snyder takes him away.

race chucked the paper at davey during KONY, which ryan fumbled and dropped and looked so deadpan :| about.

there were some good racevid moments throughout the show actually. during KONY race leaps onto daveys table to grab his hand and fully hugs davey after the dance number. you can see how they’ve grown to respect each other.

i can't remember precisely what scene in jacobi's it was, but in one of the jacobi scenes, mike and jojo are looking at each other from separate tables, frowning and shrugging and having full non-verbal communications - it was really giving 'two judgy gays at brunch don't want you to know they're judging you' vibes.

i found it lovely how davey takes jack aside and says, quiet but pointed, 'i say we save any exclusive for a REAL reporter' only to unfold katherines paper to her during KONY with so much pride in his eyes.

crutchie is on the verge of tears throughout letter from the refuge. he genuinely sounds like he's singing through sobs.

"oh yes! above!" (flap) "the! (flap) "FOLD!!"

the more davey gets excited about the strike, the more jack reaches out to him, probably to get him to calm down or stop talking, but daveys always a little bit out of his grip. not sure if its intentional but its fic inspiring!

katherine finishes davey's sentence when he says 'and we do it [together, pointing at each other] AFTER WORK HOURS!' - they are BEST friends.

there is so much touch in wwh: reprise. when davey tries to convince jack ("weasel was actually nervous!") jack rips his hand away and snaps "get off me!" and davey looks so... stunned. but he gets his strength back and says firmly "so i. walked. away." jack shoves him off again during 'we got them surrounded', but then the third time, he allows it, gripping daveys biceps in return as davey convinces him and fills him with belief the way jack did to davey in act 1. when katherine joins the song they're all holding each other - davey with one hand on jacks chest, the other on kaths shoulder, kath holding jacks arm, jack gripping her arm and daveys nape. the spit shake is only done between him and davey, holding each others hand and staring firmly into each others eyes.

pulitzer is very loud, very yelly, very classic disney villain. when he antagonizes jack and reveals katherine is his daughter, jack lunges at him and pulitzer doesnt flinch, only raises his hands up like 'go ahead' - and jack freezes. but when pulitzer yells 'i know youre MISTER TOUGH GUY!' and lunges at JACK, he flinches away.

the delanceys take jack below the scaffolding and beat him as pulitzer sings 'bottom line: reprise'. when they chuck him onto the stage, morris crushes jack's painting hand under his foot until jack cries out in pain.

(unrelated - ceriann did not know the brooklyn newsies were girls and was jaw-to-the-floor when they appeared. the queen lillie pearl-wildman was very happy to hear that at stagedoor 😌)

when jack speaks against the strike, davey tries to grab him for his attention, and jack keeps pulling himself away before he can.

when he shoves les TO THE GROUND, davey grabs him fully and points, furious, before storming away stone faced as jack, who looked horrified upon realizing he hurt les, now tries to grab at him, but cannot.

jack sounds so defeated before ‘something to believe in’; when he says "i know girls like you dont end up with guys... like ME." it really gives you the idea that he has gotten swept up in romance before only to be left behind or treated like a temporary fling.

touch and jatherine: when they first kiss his arms are spread out, like hes scared to touch her. when they kiss again he holds her tentatively, then flinches away when she pulls back suddenly. when they clarify their feelings and do the little 'if you weren't going to santa fe' 'if you weren't an heiress', jack has an arm around her shoulder and his other hand close to her clavicle where his left lies, not quite encircling her fully, but holding her with their heads tilted together. when they finish the song, katherine guides jacks hands to her waist despite his uncertainty - and the song finishes with them clinging to each other in a big hug.

davey touches ALL the newsies come act two - in act one he flinches away from any playfighting and shouldering, but now he is IN on it, hugging, clapping/rubbing shoulders, fully in the fray despite his differences. i got choked up. man. autism.

he even claps hands with spot and talks animatedly with her about the strike. she clearly respects him.

when davey says 'its good to have you back' it sounds like he’s teasing – genuine, but still teasing. jack however, smiles SO fondly, shakes his head just the tiniest bit and says 'shut up...'

"while my father sleeps blissfully in his bed we will be using his own printing press to 👹 BRING HIM DOWN 👹" "... remind me to stay on your good side" - bronte barbe i love you forever

spot was so eager to cause violence 'in case you aint got it yet we got YOU!!! SURROUNDED!!! :DDD'

after meeting roosevelt jack is sooo smiley teachers pet like 'a pleasure mister governer 😁' and then turns to davey DEAD serious and goes 'I TOLD YOU >:|'

davey is full on LAUGHING at Pulitzer – “oh-ho-ho-WELL, what’s that make YOU, then?”. this chronically polite little nerd has been WAITING for the day he can smartmouth an authority figure and he is taking full advantage of the opportunity. he and jack are just dunking on him its hilarious. after 'nobodies like us' they tilt their heads together in a very mock-innocent way. ik they do that every show but i love it.

epic bobbie chambers moments:

"andsuchLANGUAGEwhichyoushouldntUSEcauseitsMEAN-'

"he doesnt do happiness does he?" "nHA-"

pulitzer: clear the room.

bunsen: aha!

hannah: aha!

bunsen: hi-ho!

hannah: hee-hee!

spot makes a point of leaving the office last shes sooo badgirl.

'crutchie, youre back!' 'and it aint been the same without ya…' CRUTCHTRACK TRUTHERS MAKE YOURSELVES KNOWN

crutchie is clearly having fun when he sends snyder away but he is also very aware of how much snyder hurt him. he looks him dead in the eye and says 'and you'll be laughing. all the way to the pen, little man.' very very seriously. 'so long sucker' is a bit more jokey and but this is clearly a big moment for him.

triple m had a big hug (matt w his arms around the other two) when crutchie said 'and we's a family.'

someone gives katherine a newsie hat during the finale which did NOT happen the last time i came and i thought was adorable.

it was nesim's last show as les and there was so much love for him just embedded in the show. when jack says 'meet our secretary of state!' he lifts him up circle-of-life style, pretty much ALL the newsies pick him up at some point, when morgan as albert says 'take it easy short-stop, i'm just reporting the news!' it's very goodhumoured and he even ruffles his hair playfully. when he says 'and i got a date!' jack lifts him up onto his shoulders, he and ryan shake hands after bringing in jack's painting for the rally, jack bromage turned around during bows to give him a little hand-heart, ryan was full on on his knees bowing to him as they made their last bow together and picked him up and carried him offstage once it was all over. his mother was actually sat next to me and ceriann - i was too nervous to speak to her but a girl turned around and asked 'is he your son?' and she started talking SO passionately about how hard he's worked. she also recorded his entire stagedoor - it was adorable.

stagedoor:

i was very anxious to ask ryan for a signature, but i told him that i saw the proshot when i was 16 and it was the first time i ever saw myself reflected in a character. he said 'oh i hope you were able to resonate with this davey as well!' and my autistic dam just BURST i almost yelled 'no no it was even better like all the stimming you do i was crushing my hands together trying not to stim as well cause i was so excited!!!!!!!' and he asked if it'd be okay to hug me. which was sweet.

i overheard lillie saying 'well we have our foot in the door!' and alex saying 'yeah well we're never gonna see a production LIKE THIS again cause its not coming back TO THIS THEATRE' which makes me very... hm. [NOTE: i wrote this in my notes app IMMEDIATELY after coming back to our hotel the night of the show and did not edit them until tonight – yeah, i was damn fucking right to ‘HM’ about it]

when i told josh barnett i think it was him who tossed me my paper (i brought my newspaper from my first show to get signed) he did a whole :O and that made me feel good.

#uksies #newsies

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mariana-oconnor · 1 year

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The Blue Carbuncle pt 2

In the larger and older jewels every facet may stand for a bloody deed.

*coughBritishCrownJewelscough*

"It is, I think, much more likely that Henry Baker is an absolutely innocent man, who had no idea that the bird which he was carrying was of considerably more value than if it were made of solid gold."

I quite agree. I also hope that Mr Henry Baker gets some of the reward money if that is the case.

As I approached the house I saw a tall man in a Scotch bonnet with a coat which was buttoned up to his chin waiting outside in the bright semicircle which was thrown from the fanlight.

Oh no! He's had to replace his hat with a chilli!

...yeah, yeah. I'll see myself out.

It is a cold night, and I observe that your circulation is more adapted for summer than for winter.

Does that mean he's red in the face? Because... his capillaries work well? I'm trying to follow the logic here. I too go red in the face easily, but I most certainly am not well adapted for summer. Most of summer I hide in a darkened room and hiss at anyone who tries to make me go near sunlight. It burnsss uss precious. So I feel like a cursory examination of the subject might render a different conclusion.

"Is that your hat, Mr Baker?" "Yes, sir, that is undoubtedly my hat."

Case closed! We can all go home for tea. Huzzah. The hat is returned.

A touch of red in nose and cheeks, with a slight tremor of his extended hand, recalled Holmes's surmise as to his habits.

I don't know whether this is intended also as support for Holmes' comment about his circulation, as I theorised, or if it merely is a sign of alcoholism. Merely, I say. Henry, if you do get any reward, please don't spend it all on the booze.

He spoke in a slow staccato fashion, choosing his words with care, and gave the impression generally of a man of learning and letters who had had ill-usage at the hands of fortune.

I know that the conceit of the stories is that Holmes knows all these things and is proven right time and again, but I am struck by the question here on whether Watson has perception bias and assesses Henry Baker in this way because Holmes has already primed him to see those things.

I'm not saying they're false, and I know this is entirely pointless as it is a fictional work and therefore the question is moot. But how much of Watson's view of the man is entirely accurate and how much of it is what Holmes told him to see?

Of course, then we have the third layer of how much is what Watson adds on when writing his narrative from a future perspective and I honestly don't think ACD thought that hard about these stories, so I probably shouldn't either.

"Very naturally. By the way, about the bird, we were compelled to eat it." "To eat it!" Our visitor half rose from his chair in his excitement.

OK, well now I think he's involved in some way.

"Of course, we still have the feathers, legs, crop, and so on of your own bird, so if you wish—" The man burst into a hearty laugh. "They might be useful to me as relics of my adventure," said he, "but beyond that I can hardly see what use the disjecta membra of my late acquaintance are going to be to me.

OK, so that was a feint. Well played, ACD. Well played.

And there's the evidence of his learning and large brain, I suppose. 'disjecta membra'? Strangely enough in my Latin lessons we didn't cover those words. Apparently it's a direct translation of dismembered limbs.

What a peculiar phrase to randomly translate into Latin while talking. I suppose a lot of latin texts are war treatises and the like, so it's entirely possible he learnt it while reading, but such a specific phrase to translate. Is it supposed to soften the brutal nature of the phrase? If it's in Latin it can't possibly be unpleasant.

"I am somewhat of a fowl fancier, and I have seldom seen a better grown goose."

Once again the 21st century reading makes me giggle just a bit.

The fanciest of geese!

This year our good host, Windigate by name, instituted a goose club, by which, on consideration of some few pence every week, we were each to receive a bird at Christmas.

Ah yes, I remember the goose club. So many geese. They will be avenged.

"Ah! yes, I see. But you see, sir, them's not our geese." "Indeed! Whose, then?"

THIS is the bit I remember best. The genuine, bona fide goose chase of it all. Your goose is in another castle, Mr Holmes.

"Remember, Watson that though we have so homely a thing as a goose at one end of this chain, we have at the other a man who will certainly get seven years' penal servitude unless we can establish his innocence. It is possible that our inquiry may but confirm his guilt but, in any case, we have a line of investigation which has been missed by the police, and which a singular chance has placed in our hands. Let us follow it out to the bitter end. Faces to the south, then, and quick march!"

I love this speech. Chasing a goose on the chance it might be proof of a man's innocence. It might not, but even a chance is enough to make this important.

Things are heating up on the goose hunt. Holmes and Watson charging across London in one direction and then another. I wonder if they'll be redirected again at the next place they visit.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Blue Carbuncle #long post

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crescentblossom66 · 6 months

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The directors are locked in a room where they cannot leave unless they watch one movie together. What will they do?

Sorry it took so long. It got a bit out of hand and got longer than I thought it would become, but here it is.

The experiment

“What's so important that you had to disturb my lunch break, darling. I was just about to have a nice tuna sandwich.” DJ Grooves explained to Bow Kid that had wanted to show him something and had told him that it was very urgent. Being that Bow Kid was like the granddaughter he never had to him, he couldn't really say no to her plea.

“It's right there in that room, you'll notice it when we get there.” The young girl smiled and continued to drag him by his flipper. She lead him to a room. “Do you see it? You might need to get closer.” The tall penguin wondered what was so interesting in that room, which appeared to be an old screening room of some sort. It had a big TV and a VHS recorder and a few rows of seats. He froze for a moment when he noticed the other person in the room which was no other than his rival. The yellow owl stomped his foot impatiently and was checking the time on his pocket watch, a clearly displeased expression was on his jagged beak.

Before he could turn around to leave, hoping to avoid the tirade that the yellow bird would likely go on the moment he'd lay his invisible eyes on him, the door got closed and...was that the sound of a key turning? “What is the meaning of this?! Bow, let me out!”

“Nope, not unless you two enjoy a movie together.” the muffled voice of Hat Kid reached his ears through the heavy steel door. It was then that the Western director got torn out of his thoughts, the loud slamming of the door had caught his attention.

“Hey! What are ye doin'! Ye told me that ye needed me 'elp!” The short bird realized that his rival was now with him in the room, it caused his feathers to raise in anger. “Let me out! Ye cannae just leave me here with this peck neck!” The owl hit the door with his fist, causing him to recoil and shake his wing right after it made contact.

“You two really need to make up! Why can't you be friends?” That was Bow Kid's voice that now came through a bit quieter than the other kid's.

The owl nearly growled, his response condescending and laced with contempt for the sci-fi director. “Ye want me ta be friends with this disco reject?!-” He eyed the penguin top to bottom for a moment before crossing his arms and sneering. “The 80s called, they want their tacky clothes back!” That caused the penguin to scoff and make a dismissive gesture.

“Really darling, the 50s called, they wanted their outdated, dusty clothes back, darling.” The two birds glared at each other which caused the two girls outside to sigh.

“Well, you're not getting out until you stop being mean to each other!” Hattie announced before walking off with Bow Kid, switching on the walkie-talkie that she had found in her spaceship, the other device she had placed in the room with the two arguing birds. It was an idea that she had seen in a movie before. When Bow Kid gave her a concerned look, the young space traveler explained her plan. “Don't worry, I've seen that before, DJ Grooves and the Conductor will be fine, they'll either come out of there as friends or...uh...-” She turned her head away, her hesitation worried her friend even more. “-...dead.”

“Hattie!” Bow Kid put her hands to her hips, looking at the other with an accusatory stance. “What if the latter happens?!” Hat Kid shrugged.

“I trust them, they aren't as bad as they seem.” Bow Kid switched the walkie-talkie on, after snatching it from Hat Kid's grasp. Both kids had to cover their ears at the loud shouting that blared through the speakers of the small phone-like object.<hr>

“Great! Just pecking great!” The Conductor threw his wings up in the air and tried to contain the anger that was starting to build up. The penguin walked away and sat down on one of the seats in the back row, which was closest to the door.

“Could you maybe not swear, darling? Don't make it worse than it already is.” The owl just scoffed at the request.

“What are ye, a baby? Ye gotta be, why else would ye need a bunch of peck necks ta cheer ye up?” The owl leaned against the wall, feeling smug at his insult which seemed to trigger a response from the penguin.

“Don't drag my Moon Penguins into this. At least I HAVE people that care for me, darling.” His rival looked sad for a moment as if recalling a bad memory, before his anger flared up anew.

The owl jumped up and stomped his way over to the penguin. “I have plenty of people that care 'bout me! Me fans, me grandkids, the lassies. Yer just lucky that a bunch o' people took pity on the failure that is ye!”

The penguin suddenly rose to his full height, his shoes only making him tower over the short Western director, who didn't back down one step. His eyes narrowed behind his shades, showing a rather malicious side normally hidden from view. His voice was low and deeper than normal then he spoke. “That's why I can't STAND you, darling. I was trying to be civil, trying to be nice and get along with you, but you make it near impossible with that stupid, condescending attitude of yours. You're not better than me, Conductor. Not. One. Bit.” The disco-loving penguin had crossed his arms and glared at the owl, who balled his talons into fists.

“Oh yeah? My many golden trophies say otherwise, peck neck! Yer just jealous that I'm SO much better than ye'll ever be!” The smug smile was back, the amount of contenpt equaling that of his adversary. Neither of the two birds was taking a step back this time. Normally the DJ wouldn't give in to the taunts of his competitive rival, but today, he seemed to be in a bad mood.

“Are movies all you care about? Is there not more in life for you other than letting your environmental hazard that you call a train run down the same track every day, so you can make the same boring movie with minimal changes, darling? You really are pathetic if you think that your occupation is all there is to life.-” A rather eerie smile formed on the beak of the taller bird. “-I forgot, that's all you got left, isn't it, darling?”

That was the last straw for the yellow bird that now charged at his rival with a scream of sheer anger, he tackled the penguin down who fell between the row of seats, trying to get the owl off of him. “How dare ye! Now ye've done it! Ye ain't got any idea what yer talkin' 'bout!” The owl continued to throw fists at the penguin, the impact of one of them caused one of the glasses in his shades to break.

“You think I'm just going to take your terrible anger and snarky comments all day long? I'm not your punching bag, Conductor!” The penguin pushed the smaller bird off of him and rose to his feet quickly, just in time to avoid another attack from the owl. “Why do you think no one likes being around you?! You're terrible attitude is driving everyone away from you!”

“Shut up! Don't play the victim card, ye always paint me as the villain, ye blame me for everything goin' wrong in yer movies! Tell ye what, it ain't me who's sabotaging ye, yer sabotaging yerself!” The stopped for a moment when the DJ glared at him, both panting while looking each other dead in the eye.

“Liar! We've been in this business for year and you mean to tell me that I only won once while you always win?! You and I both know that this whole thing is a farce, that you're bribing the judges to make sure that I lose every time!” The penguin truly lost his temper now, gone was the calm in his eyes. The small laughter of the owl didn't help to calm his anger down either.

“Ye really think that I even need ta cheat when ye ain't even got a decent plot in yer movies, a bunch o' penguins dancin' isnae a plot, peck neck.” The yellow bird only realized to late that the other director was coming at him now, and he got punched right in the gut, it caused him to gasp and bend over.

That argument continued for another two hours in which Hat Kid and Bow Kid were simply playing a game of checkers outside, after they grew bored of that they joined the penguins and owls that gathered in around the screening room the two directors were heard screaming and shouting at each other. The occasional whimper of sharp yells of pain were also audible even through the thick walls and the steel door.

“Why don't we just...pick a stupid animated kids movie and be done with it.” The yellow owl mused while lying on his back, panting and wiping a few drops of blood from his beak.

“Toy Story?” The penguin collect his shades from the floor and stood up with a lot of effort, the drop kick he had received on the back made that a difficult endeavor.

“Toy Story.” The yellow owl joined him and the two reluctantly watched Toy Story together. After the movie was over, the girls allowed the directors to leave the room again, both birds did. Bow looked at Hattie and whispered.

“I knew this was a bad idea, look at them, they're almost as beat up as the day Snatcher made them fight us simultaneously.” Hat Kid just shrugged.

“Eh...they can handle it, I'm sure they managed to fix some of the gripes they have with each other.” Bow Kid's gaze followed the two birds with worry as they left to head back to the spaceship. Somehow the relationship of the directors did improve...

#answered asks #ahit fanfic

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shirohige-pirates · 8 months

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Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 9: Ruffled Feathers

“What would you like to drink?” Marco asks, as you step up to the café counter. It’s a small section of the larger book store, but the floors are stone and there’s trashcans all through the store. The drinks come covered and there’s signs everywhere reminding people to be mindful of their drinks and other food items. “I figure we can have something to warm us up and get the lay of the land before we settle in for something to eat.”

“A black coffee, please.” You request.

“Nothing fancy? It’s my dime.” He says with a smile.

“The hallmark of a good coffee shop is how well they can do the basics.” You say sagely.

Marco chuckles. “A fair point. Two medium black coffees, Miss Gram.”

“Oh! Doc! I didn’t recognize you.” She says with a smile as she rings up the order. “Definitely not the vibe I was expecting.”

“It’s a special occasion, yoi.” He admits and you see Gram’s gaze shift.

“Oh hooo- so it is. Well, not to harsh your flow doc, but these are on the house now.”

“Ah, miss Gram, I-.” Marco starts to stammer.

“I won’t give away all your secrets, doc, don’t panic.”

“You know secrets?” You pipe up. “Why Miss Gram that is a lovely purple hat.”

“Oi, oi, oi, don’t joke, yoi!” Marco looks truly flustered, his ears are pink and his eyes aren’t as relaxed as usual. He doesn’t look angry, but you’re also not trying to make him uncomfortable. Accidentally, or otherwise.

A little nervous though, maybe.

“Another time then, eh Gram?” You question and she smiles.

“I work most of the evening shifts.” She replies back, handing over two coffees. “Enjoy your evening with that stuffy old bird.”

Marco winces, letting out a heavy, if not defeated sigh.

“I think you’ve aged a few years in the last few minutes… doc.” You say cheekily as the two of you make your way into the bookstore part of the business.

“I feel it, yoi.” He says flatly, taking a sip of coffee.

“Truly worried?” You question, leaning forward a little to catch his gaze. The smile that crosses his face makes you feel better.

“… Nah. Gram’s good people, she might embarrass me half to death, but she wouldn’t say anything I’d rather you hear from me.” Marco admits.

You just smile at the statement, and the two of you walk through the store. Marco’s suggestion is to get an idea of where everything is first, and then if you wanted to walk through a particular section you could double back. Aside from books there were also little pockets of other products, either on the ends of the aisles or tucked into small stands. More than wanting to diversify, it was almost like the store owner didn’t want any space to go to waste.

There was ample room to walk the aisles, but along with selections of tarot cards, greeting cards, puzzles, figurines, candles, journals, and varied writing sets there were places to sit. The store was bigger than you had expected, but not the largest bookstore you’d been in. The size was kind of perfect, almost freakishly so.

When you finished your initial walk through the sections, you had both completed your coffees. Just in time to have looped back to the front of the store, within view of the café. The coffee was delicious, the layout was intuitive and business savvy, and the ambiance of the store was comfortable.

“This is a really nice place.” You admit, tossing your cup in a nearby bin. “The layout’s effective and efficient, the music’s not too loud or soft. If they could fit a fireplace in here, I don’t know that I’d leave.”

He smiles looking at his watch. “They close at 11, so that leaves us quite a few hours, yoi. But, they will kick us out eventually.”

“You don’t happen to be, uh, hungry, do you?” You prompt a little sheepishly. You’re realizing that you had breakfast, but you’d gotten so caught up in everything else you’d skipped lunch.

“I had a late breakfast at the office, but nothing since. I could certainly eat, yoi.” He looks over at the café and then looks back at you. “Need something more substantial than some toasted sandwiches?”

“Ehhhh, heh, yeah. I could make due with sandwiches.” You assure him. “But I’m realizing I skipped lunch and could go for something more.”

“Well, there’s an Italian place down at the end of the plaza.” He says, but there’s something in his tone and expression.

“Is it… not good?”

“It’s not that, it’s run by one of my brothers.” He admits.

“Oh. … Ooooooh.” You’re almost certain you’ve grown ears and a tail your smile is so cat-like.

Marco laughs despite it. “You’re not even conflicted, yoi.”

“Oh, no, I am. I’m very conflicted.” You assure him. “Conflicted about whether or not I walk down that way or skip the entire time.”

He laughs again, even louder than before, as he’s opening the door for you while the two of you leave Cups & Covers. “I’m more worried for you than myself, but if you insist.”

“Do I get to hear about this brother before we get there?” You question as the two of you walk hand-in-hand down the plaza.

“You’ve heard of him before, so I don’t see why not, yoi.” Marco rubs his chin a little as he considers. “Thatch owns the place, got it up and running before Pops passed away. A few extended family members work there with him, but too many rowdy brothers in the kitchen doesn’t work, so none of the direct siblings work with him.”

“I thought Thatch filled your dad’s shoes?”

“He did. Everyone pitches in to take care of the kids, so aside from doing paperwork, and assigning guardianship so the work’s spread around, there’s not much else for him to do, yoi. He works, same as most other parents. The main house is full though, no one’s left alone unless they can find a scrap of space to retreat to when they need it.

“But, old Thatchie-boy’s been cooking since he was six. A full two years before Pops was even okay with him doing it.” He explains, chuckling at the memory. “He’ll cook anything, but Italian is family cuisine, so he says, and so that’s what he decided to focus on, yoi.”

“So, pizza, pasta, garlic toast?” You prompt.

“Yeah, full run of things. Pasta dishes are the most prevalent, but there’s seafood platters, soups, all the way to carpaccio. It looks like a pizza and subs joint, pushed into a hole in the wall – at least from the outside. It’s a local’s paradise, yoi.”

“Won’t he be packed?” You question, looking at the time.

Marco doesn’t look at you as he clears his throat. “Probably, yoi.”

You give him a funny look, but as you continue down the plaza you realize that the place is more than just busy, there’s a line of people out the door. Marco walks right on by, waving to a few folks as you pass them. Despite the wait, no one outside seemed irritated by his actions.

“Marco, what are we-.”

“It’s alright.” He interrupts, opening the door and letting you step through first.

Walking through the door was like walking into a completely different world. The interior was old world, dark wood and heavy tables. The place looked small on the outside, but the space wrapped around the bend, and was easily three times larger than it first appeared to be. The lights were low, but not dim, and the scents of sweet tomato sauces and savory butter sauces permeated the air.

A young girl at a podium smiled up at Marco as he came in behind you.

“Uncle Marco, right on time.” She says happily, grabbing a couple menus and motioning for you to follow her.

“Right on time?” You start to question Marco, but he nudges you forward with little more than a smile.

While the place was packed, there was still enough space between the tables and booths. You didn’t have to worry about accidentally bumping some poor diner as you walked by, following the young girl through the tangle of tables. There were a few booths set into the wall that had curtains across them. Compared to the rest of the restaurant they offered some semblance of privacy.

The curtains were just short enough that the servers could see which ones were and weren’t occupied, and just long enough that the only thing anyone else could really see were the diners legs and feet. The hostess pulled back the curtains to one such booth and took a step back.

“Here you are.” She says cheerfully.

You give Marco a look before sitting down on one side of the table. He does his best to look properly admonished before seating himself across from you. The hostess sets the menus down on the table and lets you know your server will be with you shortly.

You shed your hoodie and side eye Marco a little. “We’re right on time, huh?”

“Seems so.” He says almost innocently.

The booth was a little dimmer than the main area, but there was a lit candle on the table to make up for it.

“And if sandwiches had been sufficient?” You question, folding your hands in front of you as you set them on the table.

“Then I would’ve called and released the table.”

“A place this busy, you had to have reserved the table weeks ago.”

“Oh, not at all. Thatch doesn’t take reservations.” He says with a smile.

“Doesn’t – then how’d you-?”

Marco lets a laugh slip before he gets a hand over his mouth and catches himself. “Sorry, you look really cute when you’re flustered like that.”

You can feel the blood rushing up to your face and grab a menu to hide behind it. You hear Marco grab the other menu as he leans back in the booth. There are a couple minutes of silence before he breaks it, the tone of a smile etched into his voice.

“Care for any recommendations, yoi?”

“… Sure.” You agree, peeking up over the top of the menu.

Before Marco can say anything, the curtains part, and a tall, barrel-chested man with a black goatee and an impressive pompadour hair style steps into view, setting down two glasses of ice water.

“What a lovely couple, welcome to my fine establishment.” He says, a grin as crooked and disarming as the scar on his face. “Can I start you off with something to drink, perhaps?”

Marco has the same half-lidded look on his face he usually has, but you can see traces of irritation at the edges of his smile. “Don’t you have a restaurant to run, yoi?”

“Ha! And miss this, not a chance.” Thatch beams, turning toward you with a wide grin. “I’m going to bleed this wretched brother of mine dry,” he laughs. “So feel free to order whatever you want, miss.”

You give him a crooked grin in return. “Then, I am at the mercy of your recommendations, sir.”

“Thatch.” Marco says as evenly as he can muster, but Thatch waves him off.

“I have some perfectly aged bourbon for the best Old Fashioned you’ve ever had.” He offers.

You look over at Marco who is a moment away from disappearing into his own hands.

“I think I already have the best old fashioned there is, sitting across from me.” You answer evenly. Marco’s neck and ears are red but he’s grinning devilishly at his brother who is looking at you mouth agog for a moment before he manages to compose himself.

“… I have to request, kind miss, that you compare my old fashioned with other drinks, and not-.”

“I mean, he is a tall glass of water as it is.” You muse. It felt good to fluster someone else after Marco had gotten you so good earlier. Thatch might be your unfortunate primary focus, but you could see that you were flustering both of them.

Thatch’s face was turning an impressive pink, and he straightened up, clearing his throat. “Different drink then?” He prompts, not meeting your eyes.

“An Old Fashioned is perfectly fine.” You answer evenly. Marco’s nearly biting through his lip to stifle a laugh as he enjoys the show.

“Very well.” Thatch turns to Marco and his expression goes a little sour. “I shouldn’t even offer, bird brain, but what do you want.”

“Seeing as I’m already a tall glass of water,” he’s nearly laughing as Thatch’s face turns redder. “I’ll take an Old Fashioned as well, yoi.”

“Sure, sure, I’ll get an order of bruschetta in too, and you two kindred spirits can sort out what you want for your entrées on your own.” He says, going from looking irritated to smiling by the time he finishes his sentence and leaves.

You and Marco both laugh after he’s gone, and after a minute the vet sighs.

“I haven’t seen him turn that red in a long time, yoi.” He admits, wiping his face absently.

“You were pretty in pink yourself,” you point out with a grin.

“Aye, I’m sure,” he smiles. “You certainly give as good as you get.”

You bite your lower lip a little, as you lift the menu back up. “In more ways than one.”

You hear the low chuckle from the other side of the table, follow by a quiet, “Oh, I don’t doubt that.”

#Birds of a Feather #Marco x reader #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix #marco the pinepple #modern au

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midnightfire830 · 9 months

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About cuphead again sooo can cuphead eat seagulls? Does cuphead have claws at the end of his fish hands or no how deep can cuphead go for example can he go very deep to the point where there’s no sun light or can he not handle it???what other aquatic animals are the questers based on??? Can cuphead breath air??? Are the questers being hunted by some evil person????and can cuphead talk to fish like fish that are animals not a fish person 😀

Oh damn! You did not waste a second! XDDDD Hell yeah. Let’s go.

1. Yes Cuphead can eat seagulls if he wants to. But he doesn’t like it as much because the feathers get EVERYWHERE. And he’s not really built for that kind of prey. I’d assume to catch a seagull you’d either have to be really stealthy to grab them when they’re swimming in the water, or try to catch them out of the air. He’s not really build for speed. He’s fast, but not that fast.

2. Cup does have claws but they aren’t as large as, say, Bendy’s claws. But he does have them. His really weapon is his spikes along his back and forearms. Lionfish have a powerful neurotoxin in their spines. Not enough to kill, but it’s EXTREMELY painful.

3. Cup, with help from training with black hat, can handle farther depths than your average lionfish. Lionfish can go around 300 feet below the surface? I’d say maybe 400? Idk, I don’t know enough about this to be certain. He might be able to go into that area where there isn’t enough sunlight for plants to thrive, but I imagine he can’t stay there all that long before he needs to leave. I imagine bendy is capable of going deeper. Probably the midnight zone?

4. I got this from some dumb Mermay art prompt video so bear with me. Some of these things might change. And some I haven’t really hashed out what exact species they’ll be but I have a general idea.

Bendy is gonna be based off of a mythical sea serpent or dragon of some kind. Boris is a shark. Felix I’m thinking a black Axolotl? Alice is a flying fish. Holly will be a standard mermaid. Cala is her usual design. I haven’t really considered the circus gang or anyone else beyond the main questers.

5. Cuphead can breathe air. So can all the questers. But what they really need to worry about is getting too dried out. That is dangerous for them. Oftentimes leads to dehydration, heatstroke, and just in general very bad.

6. I haven’t thought too much about this, so, idk. As of now in my mind they’re just… chillin. Living their best lives lol. Only a matter of time tho when author-San comes in to wreck their lives with ✨ANGST✨

7. Eh not really? They can communicate with more intelligent species like dolphins and whales. but cup isn’t having a casual conversation with a clownfish anytime soon. The fish do however for whatever reason really like Cuphead. They try to follow him around all the time. And he can kinda, idk, direct them? He can’t have convos but can generally tell them something like “come over here” “go away” “wait here” etc etc. Ig like a pet cat or dog or something.

Thanks again for the asks!!!! ❤️

#babtqftim #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babitim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #cuphead #merman #merman au #mermaid #mermaid au #babtqftim au #quest cuphead #babtqftim cuphead #questers #mermay #asks open #asks <3 #asks and replies #keep the asks coming #👍

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officialleehadan · 1 year

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First of Fireworks

Hello darlings! Today's story was brought to you by Jon! Darling, I'm sorry that Oli didn't have a PoV for you, but here's a fun little holiday celebration for you instead!

Prompt: Household Moments, if Oli doesn't have a story, to share, how about an HGE holiday celebration?

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New Year’s Eve was always a bash. The Cats went all out, Blake managed a truly impressive stack of permits, and they shot fireworks off the roof. Half the neighborhood came to party. Blake was in his element, playing the host to everyone, spanning around in painted-on leather pants and a shirt that was almost as tight. Both of them glittered with rhinestones in the shapes of fireworks. He wore a jaunty trilby hat on his head, with a burning sparkler stuck in it like a feather.

If Tracy didn’t know that it was Miracled not to light anything on fire, she would have thrown a tantrum about it. As it was, though, there was nobody safer than a demon to be managing a lit firework.

Even if it was stuck into his hat.

Angelika was son deck as the safe person for everyone at the party. With three of the Cats as her eyes and ears, she ushered anyone who was overwhelmed into their designated Quiet Room, presented them with the beverage of their choice, and got them settled down again. She did it so gracefully and smoothly that most of them didn’t even realize they were approaching meltdown.

The Cats, on a rotating assignment, had a strange but delightful job of arranging business deals between people with good ideas and people with money. The guest list featured a large number of people who had a large amount of expendable cash, and plenty of Tracy’s friends, who did not know about the truth of her Household, from school. They had wonderful ideas, all of which needed capitol to make them happen.

By he time her Cats were done, the people with money would have lots of new projects to invest in, and the people with ideas would find out that their ideas were suddenly getting traction.

The Cats were in charge of making sure all those deals actually happened moving forward.

If they were also collecting residuals from each deal, well, that was Mara’s job to manage. She was in charge of their household finances, and Tracy didn’t get involved.

Tracy herself was in charge of just enjoying the party, which was largely populated by, among the business people and her student friends, a pair of archangels who were definitely enjoying the party.

Although they couldn’t get drunk, Gabriel was doing shots with a handful of students. His usually clothes were soft sweaters and comfy slacks, but for today, he was at his flamboyant best, and was even more sparkly than Blake. He was in a suit, at least, but it was head to toe black sequins with angels wings, his angel wings, on the back all the way down his jacket. His makeup, which was all silver glitter, perfect eye liner and highlighter to die for, was incredible.

He also seemed to be cheating at cards.

Rafael was delightedly watching the Cats work, and was eagerly surrounded by a whole group of young doctors. Tracy wasn’t sure who exactly they thought he was, but they were all happy and Rafael was beaming.

If she had to guess, all of those young doctors were soon to have very promising careers, and would help a whole lot of people.

The hobbies of archangels.

“You’re happy,” Davi noted when Tracy circled back to the counter, where there were countless bottles of champagne and every other kind of alcohol available. All of them, like every cup in the place, were blessed to keep the partiers at exactly the right stage of happy-buzzed, without ever getting the spins, or getting blackout drunk. Nobody would wake up with a hangover either. “You take such good care of us, making our home, but I don’t think I’ve seen you happy very often.”

“There are two archangels, all the Cats, Blake, Mara, you, and Angelika watching over things,” Tracy said, buzzed, happy, and relaxed for once. “Finals are over, and if anyone causes a problem, it’s officially not my job to get involved. For once, I can actually relax.”

“I’m glad,” Davi told her and refilled her glass with some spectacularly expensive champagne that tasted good for once. Maybe money really did help sometimes, even if it was miracle money provided by her squadron of demons and blessed by her angels. “With everything going on, we’ve really been worried about you. None of the rest of us really know how to take care of you the way you take care of us.”

“I don’t need it, Lovebird,” Tracy said and gave him a tight hug. “Thanks, sweetie. You all do a great job giving me what I need in life.”

“Wouldn’t you like a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? Or something we can do for you?”

“Not until we figure everything else out and I graduate,” Tracy told him with a laugh and kissed his cheek. Mara saw them from across the room and winked salaciously, full of promises she had no intention of keeping. She was totally gone on Davi of course, and didn’t like anyone else. Least of all Tracy, who would never consider violating the power imbalance between them that way. “Let’s get everything settled, and then you can form a committee with the others and find me a perfect boyfriend. Just not an archduke of Hell this time. One was enough.”

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HBH - Household Moments:

Sparklers and Demon Smiles

Santa Baby

Fuzzy Interlude

Making Christmas

Santa Satan (Subscriber Only!)

All the Pillows

Low Tide

Five out of Six Ends are Pointy

Cinnamon Kisses

Thanks and Giving

Bloop

First of Fireworks (New!)

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MASTERLIST

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House of Legion part three

Do I have any idea where this is gonna go HA NO....do I ever when I write anything LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY no...but that's why this is a place of self indulgence on paperhat aus and anyone who reads it is along for the ride.

So here the Legion demon stood towering over him, his chin between two long clawed fingers and he'd just been called master.

Why did he find that ... disappointing...

Folding his arms he rolled his eye

"Please , I can be in charge when ever I want no matter what you call me."

He placed a hand on Acylius's and moved it away.

Acylius's four black eyes widened a moment, blinking looking dumbfounded, before regaining his composure, fingers then wrapping around Black Hats tie, oh he was so not about to do this...he was not about to do this..

He pulled Hat forward and easily held his face in his hand, just right enough to make the ancient elderichts lips pucker

"So you want to be bred is that it ,little gremlin, you want me to force your lips open and feed you every inch of my-"

His stomach gurgled and growled , Hat however hadn't noticed , he swallowed , cheeks beginning to flush , Acylius noticing Hat hadn't reacted to it continued

"Every inch of my cock, huh you feel like choking on something that could break you."

He started leading Hat backwards up against the desk , holy shit was this actually working....well he wasn't dead yet so maybe.

He now had Black Hat pressed against the edge of the large smooth obsidian desk as he leaned in , his voice deep and husky

"Or should I just tear off your clothes and fuck the first hole I can find?"

Hat was about to answer his breathing had become heavier, hands resting on the desks edge when this time he did notice that the demons stomach growled.

"Hungry?"

Hat asked coming out of his daze, he really really wanted to just lay back and do as he was told, he could have just left him...but he'd also been wondering just moments ago what this creature ate...maybe a fine meal would get him to stay for the day tomorrow as well, he could offer him treats then to...the blood had coiled it's way down, pants tight , pressing against exposed soft feathers.

"I'm fine."

He stomach growled again, Acylius smirked lifting him up onto the desk and pushing him back, Hats hands went to his chest , much like a cats would on its back , that shadow that loomed over him was not helping to clear the fog in his brain.

One hand resting beside his head , claws slowly rhythmically tapping

"And if I am hungry...so what of it, I'm sure eating you will give me my fill."

He had one knee by his hip, hat's heart was racing, he could make himself spread across the galaxy and some how under this Legion demon he felt so small and at his mercy it excited him.

His body trembled as talons slowly traced over his belly teasing at his belt only to trail a line over his straining cock, twitching at the slightest of touches, it'd been too long, no one had ever done this ...no....oh no...he arched his back and closed his eye , mouth open .

Acylius froze , the only thing he was able to do was blink.

Did he ....did Lord Black Hat just...he looked down and there sure enough the damp patch in where Black Hat had cum...well...

"Well there goes my dinner."

Acylius chuckled teasing him lightly.

Hat was hiding his face

"Just shut up will you... it's embarrassing..."

"No it's not honestly it's an ego boost, take that as a compliment I was terrified you were going to serve me for Christmas dinner."

Hat looked up at him again clearly annoyed and sulking

"What do you mean?*

"Well I'm a bird demon, humans serve poultry dishes usually at Christmas or Thanksgiving, I don't really care for either but you know there's always something pretty about the lights and tree and giving a small meaningful something to a loved one."

Black Hat laid there watching him, listening , was this the same bird demon who'd just dominated him into an early orgasm, he seemed so....sweet....

Acylius moved back and went to his knees , bowing his head

"Forgive me my Lord, I am probably talking out of place. Also each session with a client is completely confidential, no one will know a thing that happens here tonight."

Sitting up , Hat scrubbed a hand down his face grumbling

"Get up you idiot."

Another louder protesting growling whine came from Acylius's stomach.

He frowned looking at him, his face was level with his and that was while he was still on his knees , but watching him rise up...damn this height difference , thank the darkness he was a creature who could grow in anyway he needed, or he might have decided getting his spine snapped would be worth having Acylius buried deep inside him.

And to think he'd thought about ravishing him...he'd still like to, sit him on the edge of the desk and be buried between his thighs with those long long legs around him....

His pupil thinned at the sound of Acylius's stomach

"Why didn't you eat Acylius? Expecting me to feed you like a pet?"

Hat noticed the wince and the small sign of feathers flaring on his head, he hadn't meant it as an insult , it was meant to be a light tease.

"I was...I was..."

Acylius pulled the robe tighter together and looked away

"You can be honest, I promise I will not be angry."

"I was nervous, it's you, you're Black Hat, greatest Villain of all time..."

"Well you certainly have balls for someone so nervous, no one has ever taken charge to that extent, only someone of my species has dared to be so forward."

Hat climbed off the desk and moved closer to Acylius who he could tell smiled a little bit due to the shape his eyes took when he did.

"Well this... isn't my first time...unless you want me to pretend it is?"

Hat shook his head , letting out a soft laugh

"No need, I'm not as fond of virgin sacrifices as others make out...now what would you like to eat, I can get you something after I clean up."

Acylius took this as a moment to joke

"Nothing better than home made Mac and cheese , cooked just long enough the cheese starts to brown."

Hat did a small bow

"As you wish, my master."

He winked and disappeared in a puff of green flames and smoke for dramatic effect.

Acylius was frozen in place , was Hat...Black Hat going to make him Mac and cheese?

He blushed a little at the idea then shook his head, naaaah thee Amadeus Black Hat wouldn't do that, conquer of worlds and universes and the like, no he'd have someone make it , of course he would he couldn't imagine the idea of Hat grating cheese or using cornflower and all of thee above.

Still Hat had to wash ... couldn't he do that by magic...maybe he was going to slip into something more comfortable...

Pulling his phone out of midair he scrolled through his contacts and found Juniper, one of his best friend's at the House of Legion, her form was that of an anthro wolf with short violet hair.

He'd text her that way at least Hat wouldn't be able the eavesdrop on the conversation.

'Bitch, I just told Black Hat I wanted mac and cheese, I think he went and made it, I think I might die and this was a last meal granted plz save me.'

'Oh what , nice! Duuuuuude you're so lucky his cooking is meant to be legendary , sounds like this is gonna be a good session for you!'

'J, I swear if I'm not dead tomorrow I'll kill you myself, there is no way Black Hat is going to cook for a fancy escort like me, he's probably ordering in or something.'

'Yeah if he was ordering in why didn't he use the phone infront of you then get busy with that fine bird ass, or is he like Vincent who likes your humanoid form! I'd like to dig my claws into that ass!'

'Wench you couldn't afford me pffft but...I guess...maybe I could show him my human form make it a surprise for when he comes back?'

'OMG YES LET HIM SEE THOSE SWEET TATS YOU DUMMY , If he doesn't go gaga for them he's crazy and being Black Hat you know you haven't got to worry about those pretty scars on your face, he's gonna love them! Don't worry big bird you got this!'

Juniper was worried a moment when she didn't get a response, maybe she'd stepped too far with that one...she let out a breath she'd been holding when she saw the response.

'You really think he'll like them?'

'If he so much as makes a mean comment about those scars I'll personally piss on his door and call him a bag of dicks , you know I got you whore.'

'Thanks Slut 😘 but please don't get yourself killed for that'

'Skank I decide how I die and that would totally be a worthy death now, bird out and show that grumpy old demon how pretty your humanoid form is to, let him see what he's paid for , then make him EARN IT, love you boo, see you tomorrow, my clients waiting!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️'

Acylius sighed and turned into his humanoid form, oh right everything kinda ....dangled in this form, he picked up his robe...(I actually can't remember if he took off the red one but.shush it's one am here and I have four hours before I gotta get up for work) and pulled it back on, it was massive now, he was surprised Hat hadn't pulled him along for shower sex or to wherever he'd, was he embarrassed about cumming quickly and didn't want to see him?

Was Hat waiting for him to leave, well he didn't dare leave until he knew he could or until his time was up, sitting on the available couch he crossed a leg over the other and started playing games on his phone, might as well while he waited right.

End of pt3

(omg why does this always happen each time I write something that starts of short then each bit just gets longer and longer! Again like hell I know where this is going pfft anyway Juniper belongs to @things-arent-what-they-seem66 , who won a little competition so their character will show up in this from time to time I guess now xD)

#lemon #paperhat #Villainous #au as hell #doctor Acylius flug #Amadeus Black hat #dirty talking #any tags you think i should add let me know #house of legion

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