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twistedtummies2 · 1 year
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“It’s carved from out the finest wood,
And strung with silver string!
But only mortal trust or fairy dust
Can make my fiddle sing!”
- “Faerie Queen” by Heather Alexander
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This art is meant to be an illustration for a scene from the fourth and final part of my St. Patrick’s Day Special, “Wearing of the Green.” It was made by @foalette, as part of a trade the two of us made: I wrote a story for “Black Butler” (posted yesterday), and she, in turn, made this image. The picture is meant to be Malleus during his part of the fiddle contest with the story’s antagonist OC, Bannor O’Brien. I absolutely LOVE how this turned out. Malleus looks even better than I expected in the costume he has for the “Event Story,” and the pose is so dynamic and fun.  I hope the artist and I can do another trade in the future, and I hope you all enjoy this art as much as I do. <3
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jinxysmidcentury · 1 year
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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
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stairnaheireann · 1 year
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#OTD in 1801 – The trial of United Irishman, Napper Tandy, begins.
James Napper Tandy was born in the Cornmarket area of Dublin in 1740; one of three children born to James Tandy, an iron works merchant, and Maria Bella Jenkins. Tandy received his education at the Quaker boarding school in Ballitore, Kildare, amongst its alumni Edmund Burke, a champion of Catholic emancipation and a supporter of American independence. Originally a small tradesman in Dublin, he…
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Dear Twisted Wonderland;
Don’t think I didn’t notice that you gave the half-fae with green hair from Diasomnia a birthday on St. Patrick’s Day
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I see you
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The Inspector made it very clear that when visiting Tev’Mek,
one should avoid wearing green, as it’s the colour of danger on that world.
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sully-s · 1 month
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Listen, if I had the time I would just make Justice Leauge the mockumentary, lol.
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weaving-the-threads · 11 days
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The Wolfe Tones || Wearing of the Green
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jjspina · 12 days
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Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Each year on St. Patrick’s Day we are all Irish. (Compliments of free photos from Wikipedia and Oip.) Here’s a little poem for this green day that I wrote several years ago and just updated. HAVE A HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY by Janice Spina We can cook up some fried fish. We can all wear green. While we eat a boiled dinner with corned beef very lean. Drink green beer and eat potato…
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cemeterything · 4 months
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btw i think it's so awesome and fun when older people dye their white hair purple or pink or blue or whatever colour they fancy and 'overdress' in bright eye catching ostentatious outfits and have quirky interests and styles. you don't have to be young to have fun and be confident! you can still enjoy life when you're old! who cares what anyone else thinks, you've lived longer than they have and know better than to waste it being miserable just to fit in.
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ato-dato · 2 months
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I don’t think they’re ugly. But I think the number of times Jean has begged him to buy new clothes is astronomical.
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twistedtummies2 · 1 year
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The Wearing of the Green - Chapter 2
This is the continuation of my (belated) Event Story Special for St. Patrick’s Day of 2023. It’s inspired by the Disney movie “Darby O’Gill and the Little People,” but also features references and homages to numerous other things related to the leprechauns. Some are more obvious or more obscure than others; let’s see how many you guys pick up on. ;) As a reminder, while kinks are involved in this story, they don’t really become the main focus until the fourth and final chapter. With that said, if you don’t like belching, stuffing, vore, macro/micro type stuff, and so on, probably best to just steer clear. Here’s hoping you all enjoy!
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“Well, don’t just stand there with yer face wide open!” laughed the Prince of the Leprechauns. “Come in, both of you!” You and Grim could hardly decline the invitation. The pair of you stepped out of the hall, and into the throne room. The leprechauns swarming around you both parted like the Red Sea; they looked up, chattering to each other in Gaelic. They seemed just as impressed with the two of you as you were at the sight of so many little people standing all around you. “Shut the door!” bellowed Bannor O’Brien from his throne. A moment later, you heard a scraping sound and looked back to see a huge stone roll into place, as if by magic, sealing the entranceway. You might have felt some perturbation at this, were you not so thoroughly spellbound. Carefully, yourself and Grim waded through the room and up to Bannor’s mighty throne; Grim’s nose twitched as he eyed the leprechauns with great curiosity, while you took care not to step on any of the little people’s twinkle-toes. Soon, both yourself and Grim were standing before Bannor’s throne. Patrick and O’Reilly moved aside, each standing by one of the suits of armor that flanked the golden chair. “Welcome, my friends!” Bannor greeted warmly, holding out his hand casually. “Welcome to my home!” A bit taken aback by the casual display - aside from Kalim, you had never known anyone with such status who behaved so informally - you held out one of your fingers, which Bannor shook warmly. He then did the same to Grim’s outstretched paw, the feline monster purring happily. “Thank you…ah…Y-Your Highness,” you stammered uncertainly. “Ha! No need for such formalities,” barked Bannor, waving a hand about carelessly. “Just call me Bannor, mates!” “Nya! Thanks for havin’ us here!” meowed Grim. “This place is AMAZING!” Bannor cast a rather dull look around the gilded hall and shrugged nonchalantly. “Eh. It’s a decent enough home,” he said, then waved one hand flippantly. “Sit down, both o’ ye!” You and Grim looked about, but you saw no chairs, aside from O’Brien’s throne. “Over there!” giggled Bannor, pointing to a spot behind you both. You both turned…and gasped in wonder. A massive wooden sea chest - almost as long as you were tall - sat there, its lid thrown open. Inside was a collection of sparkling white diamonds. “Whoa,” you whispered, while Grim eyed the gems with stars practically in his eyes. “Oh, just shut the lid,” chuckled Bannor, seemingly completely numb to the priceless trove. “It’s only an old chest full o’ jewels, after all.” “It’s…more of them than I’ve ever seen before,” you chuckled breathlessly, even as you obediently dropped the lid and latched the chest shut. “I don’t think even Kalim has that many in storage!” exclaimed Grim. “Well, let’s not exaggerate,” you mumbled.
Bannor smiled almost bashfully. “Me people took that off a pirate ship that wrecked on the shores o’ this island, many years ago,” O’Brien said, then gestured to another corner of the room. “Ship’s gun, too.” Yourself and Grim looked, and whistled, impressed at the sight of a large, brass-lined cannon, covered in ornamental inscriptions. “Wow,” you said, in much the same tone you’d used upon seeing the chest of diamonds. “That’s pretty cool!” Grim remarked. “It is, isn’t it?” chuckled Prince Bannor. “And the throne?” you wondered, gesturing to the golden seat. “Why, goats an’ monkeys! Do ye think I’d dare sit on a pirate’s throne?” huffed Bannor, then puffed out his chest with pride, patting the back of the seat. “This seat has been passed down through me family for generations! It once belonged to a mighty king, who lived here on Sage’s Island centuries ago!” “You don’t say!” Grim exclaimed. “I do!” grinned Bannor, and began to point to other treasures in the room. “The same goes with that sword, the one with the ruby-studded handle! Oh! An’ over there, ye’ll see the golden cup he used at his own feasts, to give toasts to his knights!” “Fascinating,” you couldn’t help but say, sincerely. “Nya!” cheered Grim. “And look! LOOK THERE! THERE IT IS!” You looked in the direction of Grim’s pointing paw…and not even you could stop your heart from going still. Close to one of the suits of armor, you saw it: the Leprechauns’ Crock of Gold. A huge, black cauldron, filled almost overflowing with golden coins. It was not the Crock itself, nor even the amount of gold inside of it, that made it so breathtaking to see: it was something about the gold itself that was so enthralling. It seemed to shine with an unearthly, otherworldly glisten, unlike that of any other form of gold you’d seen in your life. There was no doubt about it: this was fairy gold, not the sort of thing you could find almost anywhere else. “It’s…beautiful,” you whispered, and a dazed, dreamy sort of smile came over your face as you looked around. “All of it…it…it’s more splendid than I ever could have imagined!” Bannor chortled, seemingly amused by your use of the word “splendid.” Patrick, O’Reilly, and at least thirteen of the other leprechauns who filled the underground palace all giggled alongside him in their silly, sneaky way. “Wait till Ace, Deuce, and all the rest hear about this place!” grinned Grim. “Ha Ha! They’re gonna be SO jealous!” Bannor’s smile became a wry smirk, and he shook his head, wagging a finger at yourself and Grim. “Oh, I’m afraid ye won’t be doin’ that,” he said, slyly. “Once yer here, there’s no going back.” For a few moments, both yourself and Grim just stared at Bannor. “...What?” “Faith, did I stutter?” Bannor snickered. “But…why can’t we go back?” “Tis a rule among my people,” shrugged Bannor. “Ye see, mortals aren’t supposed to enter the fairy mound to begin with. Not unless it’s under…certain circumstances. And once they come here…well, fer lack of a better way o’ puttin’ it, ye become part o’ the kingdom. Same way those diamonds ye be sittin’ on are.” The moment Bannor said those words, you and Grim hopped to your feet, expressions stern. “We are NOT staying,” you said, firmly. Bannor giggled. “Ye don’t have a choice,” he almost teased. “We’ve got to go back, we can’t stick around.” “What part of ‘ye don’t have a choice’ is so hard to understand?” “But we have to see our friends!” you insisted. “Aww, don’t worry about any of ‘em, you two,” drawled Bannor, swiping a hand through the air and leaning back against the back of his throne. “They’ll give ye a grand wake an’ forget all about it!” “NYA! TAKE THAT BACK!” snapped Grim, angrily. “Calm yourselves, now, calm yourselves!” soothed Bannor, seemingly confused by the show of fury. You glared, and clenched your fists. The studying you’d done the afternoon before with Ace and Deuce returned to your recollection. Grim growled, seemingly thinking the same thing you were. The trance-like state he had been in…the way time seemed to flash by…the strange urge to keep going…suddenly, it was all making sense… “Let me ask you a few questions,” you began, coldly. “What did we ever do to you?” “Nothing,” replied Prince Bannor. “Who saved your life when Ruggie threatened you?” “You two did.” “And who decided not to ask for anything in return, when that happened?” “You two did!” “And where do you think you’d be if we hadn’t been there?” “In that hyena lout’s stomach, most likely,” chuckled Bannor, and gave a warm smile and a friendly nod. “You’ve both done me a great service, truly, ye have.” “And so you put the Come Hither on us,” Grim concluded for you both. “That’s some way to pay us back!” In an instant, the leprechauns around you all began to call out angrily, booing and cursing crossly at the insults being hurled at their ruler. You and Grim jumped at the chaotic shouts and snarls. You recovered first, meeting their glares with a defiant look of your own. “Your people better watch what they say,” you warned, and rounded back on Bannor. “I speak Gaelic, too, you know. Now you listen to me-!” “NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME!” Grim yelped and jumped back. You jolted back as well, startled, as Bannor suddenly leapt onto the arm of the great throne, his face filled with irate fire. He looked not only upset, but rather hurt. He took a few breaths before explaining the situation… “Patrick was there, near Octavinelle, when he heard the bad news.” “Bad news?” both yourself and Grim repeated. “Aye,” nodded Bannor, his fury giving way to sadness. “‘Our home is gone, Grim. What else are we supposed to do? Camp out in the woods?’” Your expression shifted as the pieces clicked and realization dawned on you. “Our dorm got flooded,” you murmured. “That’s…that’s why you’re here. You heard about our dorm being ruined, and-” “-And the minute I heard you were both in trouble, I swore I’d take ye out of it,” huffed Bannor, and crossed his arms over his chest, sticking his nose up in a haughty sort of way. “An’ if ye be the fine, upstandin’ pair I think you are, ye’ll be showin’ me a little gratitude, instead o’ flyin’ off the handle!” Both yourself and Grim shared a look, then looked back at Bannor. It was clear that the leprechaun prince hadn’t heard the part about the damages being repaired. Obviously, this was all a giant misunderstanding…now, the issue was making that point apparent. “Nya…I…think you’ve made a mistake,” Grim started. “No mistake,” smiled Bannor, seemingly shifting his mood quite quickly. Perhaps, like pixies, leprechauns were so small there was only room for one emotion at a time? “I saw what happened to yer house; I couldn’t leave ye both worryin’ about havin’ a roof over yer heads.” He then grinned and extended his arms once more. “Besides, life here is far better!” he declared. “Ye can say farewell to the troubles o’ the world outside! There’s nothin’ but fun an’ diversion in me palace!” “Well, as nice as that sounds,” you started to say, “We really don’t-” “I’ll take real good care o’ both o’ ye! Fear not!” declared Bannor, clearly not listening at all. “I’ll see to it ye have the best bed, the finest food, the-” “Food?” meowed Grim. You groaned internally. “Oh, boy,” you muttered. “Is there fancy tuna?” Grim asked, hopefully. Bannor smirked, and in response, he snapped his fingers. A can of gourmet tuna immediately popped into existence in Grim’s paws. With a squeal of joy, Grim tore open the can and began to slurp up the fishy stuff inside. “Nya!” he cheered, happily. “This place is the BEST!” The Prince and many of the leprechauns chortled. You could only facepalm. “Well, this is gonna make things harder,” you grumbled into your fingers. Nobody seemed to notice. “Patrick!” called the Prince. “You and O’Reilly, please, show our new guests to their room. Make certain they be comfortable!” “Right away, Your Highness!” Patrick saluted, and he O’Reilly called for you and Grim to follow them both. Grim happily waddled after the leprechaun duo, still slurping up his tuna. You sighed and followed tiredly, as Bannor struck up the bagpipes, and the other leprechauns once again began to dance behind you as you wandered deeper into the fairy mound’s depths. It seemed clearing up this whole mess wouldn’t be as easy as you hoped. You just hoped Malleus, Ace, Deuce, and all the rest wouldn’t be TOO worried in the meantime…
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“IT’S INCREDIBLE!” Silver and Sebek each flinched slightly as Malleus Draconia’s bright green eyes flashed in their direction. Clouds outside the dorm cracked with lightning, the billowing hues of stormy gray indicating Malleus Draconia’s protective fury as he paced fretfully around the lounge of Diasomnia. The whole dorm seemed to thunder with the dark fairy’s wrath and frustration. “Six whole hours, and not a trace of them?!” Malleus hissed, gripping his spinning wheel staff tightly in one black-clad fist. His fangs were bared and gritted. “They couldn’t have vanished into thin air!” “M-My liege, we just don’t know how it happened!” Sebek pleaded. “Please, it is my failure, Prince Malleus! I should have been more attentive to my duties as a guard! To think I’d lose track of that simple human-!” At the last two words, the dragon’s eyes seemed to blaze with sudden anger. Malleus silenced Sebek with an authoritative SLAM from his spinning-wheel-topped staff. The large, brawny crocodile-fairy-man winced and let out a puppyish sound. “Don’t be hard on Sebek, Malleus,” Silver spoke up, and took a step forward, catching the half-dragon’s attention. “It’s all my fault. It was my shift when they disappeared.” Malleus looked each of them up and down…then sighed. He seemed more relaxed, but he really wasn’t. A thin wisp of smoke left his mouth, indicating the level of stress he was undergoing, even as he turned away thoughtfully. Though his green eyes swam with emotions, his voice, posture, and all the rest of his demeanor remained composed and calculating, disguising the level of anxiety in his heart. “It is neither of your faults,” he said, at last. “My apologies, both of you. It’s just that I am…deeply distressed by this turn of events.” “You aren’t the only one, Great Malleus!” Sebek said. “And you should not apologize! I should be the one begging your forgiveness for my ignorance!” “I can’t understand it,” Silver muttered, crossing his arms and turning his head downwards in thought. “They were both in their beds last night when I checked them last…I was even able to stay awake all evening, with Sebek and Lilia’s help! One of the three of us should have known something!” “If not the three of you, I certainly should have,” Malleus intoned, narrowing his eyes and looking back at the pair. “Are you SURE you searched everywhere?” “Yes, yes!” insisted Sebek, nodding his head emphatically, and began to count off spots on his fingers. “I personally searched every room in this dorm, went out into the forest of thorns, peeked into the cellars…” “And what about the rest of the campus?” Malleus demanded to know. “The courtyards, the other dorms?” “I checked the main castle of Night Raven,” Silver said. “Lilia said he’d check the other dorms, ask all of their housewardens and their aids for help. He hasn’t come back yet.” “Lilia, I am sure, will be quite alright,” Malleus muttered, and ran his free hand along the curve of his wheel-shaped staff topper. “But where has the Prefect gone? And where is that rascal, Grim? It’s not as if they could return to their own dorm…it was my duty to ensure their safety, as they trusted me to provide them sanctuary. The idea that anybody, or anything, could somehow plunder a treasure I was guarding is deeply perturbing.” Silver and Sebek shared a look. The two had their differences, but each was absolute in their devotion to Malleus. To Sebek, he was an idol, and to Silver, he was an older brother. In both cases, they could tell his simmering anger was more than a dragon’s feelings about its hoard. Malleus was worried sick; he was, perhaps, even a little afraid. “Cheer up, Malleus,” offer Silver, with one of his usual, eternally-tired-looking smiles. “Maybe Father will have something for us when he gets here.” “Indeed!” agreed Sebek. “After all, if the Vice-Housewarden has not returned, it means he might have stumbled across a clue!” “Indeed I have!” “YAGH!” Sebek might have been taken aback, jolting back with comical startlement, but both the dragon prince and his gray-haired guardsman seemed unconcerned. Malleus and Silver turned around, totally unfazed, to find Lilia floating upside-down in the center of the room. “Father, you really should be more careful with your entrances,” said Silver. “You’ll give Sebek a heart attack.” “If Sebek’s heart were to attack him, I’d consider that an entertaining scene,” teased Lilia with a boyish wink. “I am glad to see you have returned, Lilia,” Malleus greeted, still holding firmly to his composure, now that he’d calmed down. “I take it you’ve brought good news?” “I’ve brought news,” responded Lilia, with an upside-down shrug. “Whether it’s good or not, I’m not so sure.” He paused, looking at a watch he wore on his wrist, and added, “They should be arriving any moment now, on that note.” “They?” Malleus returned, arching one eyebrow. Just then, footsteps could be heard racing down the hall. Lilia dropped down to the floor as all four of the Diasomnia students turned to see who had arrived. Malleus’ green eyes widened ever so slightly as he saw Ace and Deuce trot into the room. “Lilia!” gasped out Ace. “Come on, you…you could have waited…!” “You’re strong young men,” Lilia smirked back. “I figured you’d be used to exercise.” “We’re not used to getting it in Diasomnia,” huffed Deuce, as he and Ace came to a halt, pausing to catch their breath. “We were w-worried we might get lost.” “Yeah!” panted Ace. “And then who’d be here to tell you about-?” “Trappola. Spade.” Both Heartslabyul students stopped…and each gulped nervously as Malleus Draconia approached them. The prince of the fae never simply walked; he strode across the room, his horned shadow falling across the shorter students, his expression filled with an icy sense of contemplation. Despite all that had gone on at Night Raven in recent times, one had to be a strong spirit indeed to NOT feel a slight quiver when in the presence of the black dragon. “H-Hello, Malleus,” said Deuce, politely. “You look good,” Ace added, with a worried sort of smile. “Uh…n-new horn polish?” Malleus blinked. “You’re very perceptive, Trappola. And I appreciate the compliment.” Ace’s smile fell. “Uh…wa-wait, I…really?” Deuce growled and nudged his side to shut Ace up. Malleus smirked slightly, but his sign of humor faded fast. “Lilia indicated that you two are the source of news,” he said. “Do you two know where the Prefect and Grim have disappeared to?” “Not exactly,” Deuce said with a shake of his head. “But we DO think we can help.” “How?” asked Sebek, with a slight huff. “What use are you two puny humans to our-?” “Sebek,” hissed Malleus, warningly. “Trappola and Spade are exceptionally close to the Prefect. That, alone makes them more useful than ‘puny humans.’” Sebek subsided. “Glad somebody’s noticed,” chuckled Ace, then went on more seriously. “Honestly, that’s not the reason we think we can help. It’s because we saw the Prefect last night, after they’d gone to your dorm.” Malleus eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly. “You did?” “Yeah,” Deuce nodded, with a somber look of his own. “We saw Grim running into the forest off campus. The Prefect was following close behind.” “Why didn’t you stop them?” Malleus frowned. “Well, we didn’t really know what they were up to,” Ace shrugged, and gave a weak smile. “Besides, they were in YOUR dorm, and we figured if anyone could help them out, it would be you. So we didn’t think to get involved.” “Especially considering we were nearly late for curfew as it is,” mumbled Deuce. Malleus narrowed his eyes and then looked over at Lilia Vanrouge. “Why did you not simply tell me this yourself?” “They insisted on informing you personally,” Lilia shrugged. “Is that so?” murmured Malleus, then looked back at the Heartslabyul duo. “Might I inquire as to why?” “Because if the Prefect is in danger, we want to be there to help get them out of it,” Deuce said, and smirked, pumping one fist into another. “Besides, you guys may be tough, but we aren’t exactly pipsqueaks!” “Not to mention helping a prince who’s also a dragon has some definite perks,” muttered Ace, only to yelp as Deuce gave him another, much more aggressive nudge. “Well, at the very least,” murmured Silver, turning his head down thoughtfully, “We can guess they are off campus.” “But what could have possessed them to go out into the woods in the first place?” wondered Sebek. “And why have they not returned?” Lilia added, his usual chipper smile fading. A look of concern filled his eyes as he looked back at Malleus. “There are several dangers in those forests. We’ve found that out many times. There’s all kinds of things that could go wrong for those who wander into them unwisely.” “They didn’t simply ‘wander’ in,” insisted Deuce. “Grim looked like he was HUNTING something; like he had a purpose in going into those woods.” “Yeah, and the Prefect’s waaaay smarter than that,” agreed Ace. “There had to be a reason they went out there, especially when they were in this dorm to begin with.” Malleus hummed and nodded thoughtfully. He turned away from the group, strolling up to a nearby window and glaring out at the storm outside. “Troubling,” he said, after a few silent moments. “Very troubling…” “You think you know what happened?” Lilia guessed, knowing that tone in the dragon’s voice. “I have something of an idea,” Malleus replied, then looked back at Ace and Deuce. “I presume you two have learned by now of the fairy ability known as ‘The Come Hither’?” A certain chill seemed to fall over all present. Naturally, Silver and the fairies knew of the concept, and as Ace and Deuce had, indeed, recently learned about it… “Who would put the Come Hither on the Prefect?” Silver asked, aloud. Malleus turned away again, narrowing his eyes, as if looking to someplace beyond the horizon. “I have a rather sneaking suspicion I know,” he said, ominously. Equally ominous was the soft, duplicitous chuckle that seemed to echo through the room, followed by a familiar voice, reciting an old verse… “‘Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen, we dare not go a-hunting, for fear of little men.’” A second voice joined in: “‘Wee folk, good folk, trooping all together; green jacket, red cap, and white owl’s feather!’ Shishishishi…ah, gotta love the classics…” “Ashengrotto. Bucchi,” greeted Malleus, crisply, noticing their reflections in the window as they entered the room behind the group. “I take it the two of you have come to the same conclusion I have.” All eyes turned towards Azul and Ruggie. The pair were leaning on opposite sides of the main entrance to the lounge, their faces set in matching, sneaky smiles. “Well, it wasn’t exactly a hard answer to come to,” shrugged Bucchi. “What are you two even doing here?” Deuce demanded. “Why, when Lilia was checking the dorms, naturally we heard the news!” Azul chortled airily. “And I bet you both realized it was a good opportunity, huh?” Ace guessed. “You betcha!” grinned Ruggie with a wink, swishing his spotted tail. “Opportunity?” Silver asked, seeming confused. “What opportunity?” “Indeed. What exactly is going on, Prince Malleus?” Sebek asked Draconia. “I believe the Prefect and Grim have been summoned to a fairy mound by the Little People,” Malleus responded, rather matter-of-factly. “The Leprechauns?” Lilia inquired, eyes widening. “But why?” “The Prefect saved one of them from Ruggie the other day,” replied Ace. “I prefer to say they swiped my lunch, thank you,” pouted Ruggie. “I can think of a few reasons, under those circumstances, why the Little People would put the Come Hither on the Prefect and Grim,” Malleus said, pacing before the window. “Whatever the motivation, one thing is certain: they won’t be coming back. Not by their own volition, at any rate. Mortals who enter the fairy mound are not allowed to leave.” “Well then!” chirruped Azul, smirking and adjusting his spectacles, “I say the only thing to do is form a rescue party to BRING them home.” All present raised their eyebrows at Azul. “You? Rallying guys on a rescue mission?” droned Ace. “Did the Underworld just freeze over?” “I see no other means to fix the problem,” Azul shrugged. “After all, it is doubtful that the Leprechauns will release the pair on their own accord, and I doubt anyone here wants to see them lost forever. As representative of the Sea Witch’s benevolence, isn’t it right and proper that I assist in getting them back?” “You know, you aren’t fooling anybody,��� Deuce said, blandly. “If you want the gold, you can just say so.” “You wound me,” Azul said, clapping a hand to his chest. “I assure you, any treasure that I might receive is simply incidental. I’m not COMPLETELY heartless, you know!” “Neither am I, but I’m not gonna pretend!” Ruggie cheerily declared, lifting one hand. “I’m mostly in it for the money, and I have no problem admitting that this time!” “Well, that explains why you’re here,” smirked Lilia, crossing his arms, a twinkle in his eyes. “Perhaps you’re hoping to get a chance at another snack, too?” “I won’t complain if I do,” Ruggie replied with a toothy grin. “Make no mistake, I DO care about those Herbivores. I don’t want to see them hurt…buuuut it’s a chance to get some gold that primarily has me interested.” “You both seem to be under the impression you’ll be allowed on some expedition,” Malleus said, darkly. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of this business on my own.” “Now hold on!” Ace said, suddenly stepping forward. “I’m not sure you going alone is such a good idea.” Malleus narrowed his eyes as a slithering sort of smirk slid across his lips. He seemed amused as he moved closer to Ace, peering down at him with lime-toned eyes. “Are you doubting my abilities, Trappola?” he purred like a hungry cat. Ace gulped and backed up, holding up his hands placatingly. “No, no, n-nothing like that. Easy there,” he chuckled nervously, and gathered his voice to explain: “All I’m trying to say is that there is strength in numbers.” “Ace is right,” Ruggie nodded, and moved closer as well. “I’m not super strategic or anything, but if you go alone, you have to deal with all and any problems the leprechauns have to throw at you by yourself. And I’m guessing that if you’re here and not already just going there, there’s gotta be a reason. You should have some guys with you to draw fire, so to speak.” “Not to mention, you ARE a prince of the fae,” Azul added, and stalked forward to join the pair. “I have no doubt you could decimate the entire fairy mound, if you wished…but I imagine that would have some sort of repercussions for fairy-kind, wouldn’t it?” “Let us help you,” Deuce finished, earnestly. “The Prefect is our friend, too. If there’s anything we can do, we want to do it.” Malleus scanned the faces of the four. He paused, humming thoughtfully at the back of his throat. “On the one hand, two of you have transparently ulterior motives. The other two are hardly the most powerful mages of this school, and there are few obstacles I cannot conquer.” He smiled slowly. “On the other hand…you raise excellent points. Simple, but excellent. And I imagine if I refuse, at any rate, at least a couple of you will follow regardless. Very well. You four, at least, shall accompany me.” “Allow us to accompany you, too, My Liege!” came Sebek’s predictable bellow. “No,” Malleus responded, with a firm shake of his head. “I have a plan for how to make this happen. These four will be all I require for said plan to work.” He then looked at Lilia. “I need you, Silver, and Sebek to watch over the dorm in my absence. You three will be in charge till I return.” “You can count on me,” Lilia promised. “I never doubted that,” Malleus said, with a mild sort of smile. “The rest of us will need to go back to our own dorms to square things with our housewardens,” Deuce pointed out. “Or, in my case, my Vice-Housewarden,” agreed Azul. “So!” Ruggie chirped, clapping and rubbing his hands together. “After we do that, what do you want us to do, boss?” Malleus blinked blandly. “Boss?” he repeated, as if the word were somehow unfamiliar to his tongue. “Uh…well…yeah, like…oh, never mind, you’ll just question it more,” muttered Ruggie. “When do we leave?” Ace asked. “Tonight,” Malleus said, and a slippery smile crossed his face as he flourished his cape and turned on his heel, beginning to march off. “Meet me back here in the lounge before sunset. Do whatever you need to do before then…” He paused, turned back, and narrowed his eyes at Azul and Ruggie. “...And bring NOTHING with you but yourselves and whatever devices you wish to use for spellcasting. I shall take care of the rest.” “You got it!” Ruggie grinned with a salute. Azul simply gave a mysterious smile and bowed his head respectfully. “Good,” Malleus sniffed, and turned away once more to continue on his way. “And one more thing, gentlemen: I hope none of you have a problem with wearing green.” All four of the fellow rescuers blinked, clearly completely befuddled by that parting remark. “Green?” Ace and Deuce mumbled to each other. Lilia giggled and grinned, flashing his tiny, sharp, needle-like fangs. “You’ll see,” he sang, and shooed the quartet out of Diasomnia. Then, Vanrouge waved for Silver and Sebek Zigvolt to follow him. They had preparations of their own to make…
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“UUUURRRRP! Nyaaaah…breakfast was sooo good! I still feel stuffed!” “You said that about dinner last night earlier.” “Well, it was true. Hey, what do you think is gonna be for lunch?” You sighed through your nostrils, not giving Grim an answer. You were laying down upon the large, magnificent bed the leprechaun prince and his servants had set up. Apparently the bed had come from the same pirate’s galleon as the cannon and chest of diamonds Bannor had shown off before. The frame was gilded, and the green-shaded sheets, blankets, and pillowcases were all made of the softest and finest materials. The texture and warmth was amazing…yet your expression showed little care for the fancy perfection beneath your back. Grim sat up beside you, one forepaw on his little fuzzy paunch, the other helping to prop himself up. He blinked his huge turquoise eyes as his fiery ears and forked tail twitched curiously. “Minion?” he meowed. “What’s the matter?” “Maybe the fact we’re trapped here against our will, Grim?” you drawled back. “Hey, it’s really not that bad!” Grim grinned. “The food has been awesome, the bed is nice, there’s all this cool stuff down here…I mean, I was kinda upset at first, too, but-” “Human beings - and you, too - need bitter with the sweet,” you said, and rolled your head about to look at Grim. “When I was very young, back in my own world, my grandpa told me he knew of only one person, in all the universe, who was happy altogether: the town fool.” Grim blinked. He seemed confused. You sighed through your mouth this time, then sat up and smiled wearily down at him. “Let me put it this way, Grim: if you suddenly had the ability to eat only the best tuna, and nothing else, day in and day out, how long would it be till you got bored of it?” Grim opened his mouth, looking like he was about to insist that would be never…but then he paused and cocked his head, closing his jaws again, pondering the question. “Well…I love tuna…but I guess I wanna eat other things too, even other non-super-fancy things.” “Exactly,” you nodded, then smirked. “Besides, if you stay stuck here forever, how are you gonna show off your skills as the Greatest Mage in the Universe, huh?” Grim gaped at you, as if you’d just suggested murdering someone with a spork, and then glared seriously. “Minion,” he declared firmly, in a deeply solemn voice, “We need to get outta here.” You rolled your eyes and let out an ironic sort of chuckle. “Agreed,” you nodded, and your own expression turned serious as you looked away thoughtfully. “I just don’t know how we’ll do that, yet. I’ve been trying to come up with a plan, but nothing in my head works.” “You’ll figure out something,” Grim smiled encouragingly. “You have to! The Great Grim cannot be denied his place in the Mage’s Hall of Fame!” Before you could respond to that, the sound of tiny footsteps marching towards the room you and your cat-like friend occupied inside the underground palace entered your ears. In a hushed voice, you leaned close to Grim and went on. “For now,” you decided, “The two of us should just play along. Act like nothing is the matter, and we’ll see what we can come up with. Got it?” “Not a problem,” Grim promised. You hoped Grim would be as good as his word. Then, you turned to look towards the door, plastering the most cheery, innocent smile on your face as you could. The door opened and Bannor entered, flanked by Patrick and O’Reilly. “Top o’ the mornin’ to ye both!” cheered Bannor. “You only saw us a little while ago, Bannor,” you chuckled, and the laugh was sincere. “True, but I’m the prince. If I want to say good mornin’ to ye twice, I’m goin’ to,” Bannor said, puffing out his chest with pride. You somehow felt that couldn’t easily be denied, so you did not respond to the statement. “What’s up, Bannor?” mewed Grim, and his eyes brightened as his ears perked up and his tongue swept across his fuzzy little lips. “Is lunch ready already?” “Do you EVER think of anything else, besides your stomach?” O’Reilly frowned. “Is there something more important to think about?” Grim asked, tilting his head. O’Reilly facepalmed. Patrick rolled his eyes while Bannor chuckled. “Faith, lunch won’t be fer another hour,” the Prince answered. “I came because I wanted t’ know if the two o’ ye would be joinin’ us fer the celebration this evenin’?” “Celebration?” both yourself and Grim asked aloud. “Aye!” grinned Patrick. “The Celebration o’ the Wearin’ o’ the Green!” “The Wearing of the Green?” you repeated, blankly. “Ah, bein’ mortals, I suppose ye wouldn’t know,” chuckled Bannor, and cleared his throat before explaining. “Ahem…according to leprechaun legend, many many moons ago, the first King o’ the Leprechauns had to face a deadly foe: a rogue Banshee, who was threatenin’ our people.” “Nya? What’s a banshee?” asked Grim. “A dangerous ol’ fairy hag,” said Patrick, gravely. “Banshees are harbingers o’ doom; whenever death is comin’ for a person, they howl an’ cry to signal the end. Wherever a Banshee goes, a storm follows close behind.” “Normally, they’re menacin’, but harmless on their own,” added O’Reilly. “But THIS ol’ crone was a terror: stealin’ every leprechaun colony’s crock o’ gold, and summonin’ death an’ terrible storms against any who opposed her.” “So,” Bannor elaborated, stepping forward to bring attention back to himself, “The First King o’ the Leprechauns arranged a palaver with the wicked hag. Banshees, ye see, are created from tears: all the tears o’ mortal sufferin’. Tears they were, tears they are, and tears they will be in the end.” “An’ they can turn back to tears at any time they wish!” piped up O’Reilly. “Helps ‘em to hide,” added Patrick. “Oi, now! Who’s tellin’ the story?” huffed Prince Bannor O’Brien. His lieutenants mumbled apologies and ducked their heads. “Anyway,” Bannor sighed, and smiled with pride as he retold the victory of his ancestor. “The King met with the witch in a private spot in the woods. He offered a bargain to the Rogue Banshee: if she would show him how she turned to tears, he would give her all the treasure in his palace. The Banshee fell for it! She changed right then an’ there into a pool o’ tears, …and while she was naught but water, the King summoned one o’ his guards, who had been hidin’ in the undergrowth. The leprechaun guard dropped an enchanted pinecone into the pool, then hastily covered it all up with mud an’ dirt. The power o’ the pinecone ensured the Banshee would never escape! Over the years, that wee pinecone - watered by the magical tears o’ the Rogue Banshee - grew into a magnificent tree.” Bannor paused, as if to let all that sink in, before giving his conclusion: “The Wearin’ o’ the Green is a special holiday for us leprechauns! We wear our best and greenest garments - the color o’ the magic pine tree - as we celebrate the triumph o’ life an’ wit over death an’ treachery.” “That’s a fun story!” Grim remarked. “Glad ye think so,” Bannor nodded, nearly knocking his own crown off his head with his exuberance. “And I guess tonight is the night you all have this celebration?” you presumed. “Aye!” Patrick called out. “Every year, we gather to dance an’ feast under the stars, dressed in our finest!” “Don’t you dance and feast all the time?” Grim meowed. “More or less. But not in our finest,” winked Patrick. “Will all three of you be attending?” you asked. “Well, naturally, as Prince, my job is to oversee the festivities,” said Bannor. “However, me lieutenants sadly won’t be joinin’ the fun.” “Alas, no,” sighed Patrick. “I’ve been assigned to watch the stone door to the Palace, to make sure an’ test any possible intruders.” “Test?” you repeated, softly. “An’ I,” O’Reilly went on, the leprechauns seemingly not noticing your questioning tone, “Am to lead the guard in fendin’ off any who trespass on the fairy mound, to make sure none of ‘em ever even get inside.” “We’re also to make sure you two can’t leave. So don’t get any foolish ideas o’ tryin’ to get away while the party’s underway!” scolded Patrick. “Ye can’t go a certain distance from the fairy mound as long as His Highness’ Come Hither is in play.” “Besides, where would ye go home to?” Bannor added, in a soothing, slightly sad sort of way. “We tried to tell you before!” Grim exclaimed. “Our home isn’t-” “-Anything, compared to this, I’m sure!” laughed Bannor, lifting his hands up in a calming way. “I know, I know, I’m far too generous!” “You have no idea,” you muttered to yourself. “So!” Bannor grinned, clapping and rubbing his hands together, eyes bright and freckled dimples merry. “Will ye be joinin’ us?” “Well, the way I see it, we might as well,” you said. “I mean, if we’re going to be here for a while, why not?” “That’s the spirit!” Bannor boomed, and whirled about, swirling his cape theatrically as he looked at Patrick and O’Reilly. “See what we’ve got in stock from that ol’ wardrobe we pinched from the Captain’s Cabin! If ye can’t find anythin’, instruct the tailors to get to work with outfits for both o’ me mortal mates!” “Yes, Your Highness!” the pair saluted, and scampered off to obey Bannor’s wishes. The leprechaun prince smiled after his lieutenants, then turned to face yourself and Grim once more. “I hope you have both been enjoying yourselves?” he checked. “Well, I can’t say we haven’t been,” you admitted, and chuckled. “I can safely say I never imagined I would be sitting on diamonds.” “Nya! And I’ve never had tuna that good in my whole life!” Grim agreed. Bannor grinned wider. He looked pleased to hear your praise. “I’m glad to hear it!” he said, then his smile turned slightly timid. “Ye know…I-I don’t think I’ve actually ever had…friends in here before.” You blinked. “Friends?” you repeated. “You…consider us friends?” “What else would I consider you?” Bannor replied. “Ye saved me life, an’ ye seem like decent folk. Now, I’ve had servants since I was a wee lad, an’ I’ve had me family, o’ course…but I’ve never had mortals who behaved the way you did around me, an’ who would have done what ye did fer me. I’d say I wish I could do more, but…heh…well, considerin’ it’s practically impossible to be sad down here, I’d say I’ve done enough, actually.” “Well, modesty isn’t a trait you have much of,” you commented. “I’ve never counted it among the virtues,” chuckled Bannor. “Your Palace is beautiful,” you agreed with a nod. “And we are grateful you were willing to go so far for us…but I think you really need to-” “Ah! Yes! I need to go and make preparations!” exclaimed Bannor, nearly jumping half a foot in the air in alarm. “I’ll be back to chat with ye later, mates! If nothin’ else, I’ll see ye tonight! There’s so much to do before the party tonight!” Muttering to himself in flustered Gaelic, Bannor O’Brien scurried out of the room he’d prepared for his giant-in-comparison friends, the door shutting behind him by magic. You heard it lock itself, and sighed. “Well,” mumbled Grim, pouting beside you. “At least he’s nice…” “Yeah, but the old adage of the gilded cage comes to mind,” you replied, blandly. “On the bright side, this Wearing of the Green thingy sounds like it could be fun,” Grim said, and smiled afresh. “Maybe so,” you responded, and glanced up towards the ceiling. “I’m just anxious about the others back at Night Raven. I’m sure by now they’ve realized we’re missing…” “Pffft. You give them too much credit sometimes,” scoffed Grim. “I bet they haven’t noticed a thing!” You paused before looking down at Grim. “Grim. On a scale of one to ten, how often do we have to be the ones cleaning up all their messes?” Grim paused before simply saying, “Oh. Good point.” You sighed and shook your head. Despite your snark, you were getting rather nervous. Surely Malleus and the rest had figured out what had happened by now…and for all your planning, all your thinking, you couldn’t figure out a way to get out of this mess, for once. You needed your friends…so where were they?
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“Is everybody ready?” “Well, we’ve all used that stuff Sam gave us to disguise our mortality, like at the Fairy Gala,” said Ace, crossing his arms as he sat down on a chair in the Diasomnia Lounge. “I don’t know if that counts as ‘ready,’ though.” “Right,” nodded Deuce, who stood beside Ace’s chair to his left. “After all, Malleus said something about us wearing green. Any idea what he was talking about Azul?” Azul shook his head, leaning back on the sofa where he sat, hands steepled and one leg crossed over the other. “I must admit, I’m not sure,” he confessed. “I don’t know enough about the Little People to make a proper guess.” “Maybe he means green camouflage?” suggested Ruggie, who was seated beside Azul. “I mean, we ARE going into the forest. Although I’ve gotta admit, I kinda doubt that…” “Your doubts are warranted, Bucchi,” came Malleus Draconia’s powerful voice, resounding through the hall and into the lounge. “However, you are not entirely incorrect.” Ace, Azul, and Ruggie stood up, all eyes turning towards Malleus. Deuce’s eyes widened, and the expression was soon matched by the other three, as they saw what the mighty Draconia was wearing. Malleus was standing in the entrance to the Diasomnia lounge. He had changed out of his dorm uniform, and was garbed in a most elegant, almost Victorian-looking costume. He wore a long, emerald green frock coat, and dark green fingerless gloves. The colors matched the diamond-patterned vest he wore beneath, underneath which was a plain black dress shirt. A green ascot was wound about his neck, with a fastener or pin that bore the shape of a golden dragon. He wore green pinstriped pants, and dandy-looking black dress shoes, which were fastened with gold buckles. Along the edge of his frock coat were gold buttons; they were shaped like shamrocks. Atop his horned head was a black silk top hat, with a green ribbon hatband. Malleus adjusted his gloves, then smiled at the group. “When entering enemy territory,” he said, calmly, “One must dress for the occasion.” Ruggie whistled, impressed. “Wow, you’re cutting a slick figure,” he remarked. “Thank you, Bucchi,” Malleus purred, bowing his head in a respectful gesture. “What is the special suit for?” asked Azul, adjusting his glasses and looking the half-dragon up and down. “Tonight is the annual Wearing of the Green Celebration,” said Malleus. He hastily elaborated on what that was to all present, then explained: “All of the Little People across the world will be celebrating, and the ones here on Sage’s Island are no exception. Along with the substance Sam provided to help mask your mortal natures, we’ll need to be dressed according to their customs, so we can approach in an unassuming manner.” “Unassuming?” Ace frowned. “We’re, like, three or four times the size of any of them!” Malleus gave Ace a patient but penetrating sort of stare. He waited till Ace squirmed uncomfortably at his gaze before he spoke again. “I am the Prince of the Fae. It would not be wholly out of the question for me to at least appear to bid good tidings to the Prince of the Leprechauns, who dwells on this very isle.” “Oh, I see!” grinned Ruggie, wagging his spotted tail. “So, lemme guess: we’re gonna go there acting like your super-brave attendants or something, with this special stuff helping to make us seem like we’re fairies, too…” “...Thus allowing us to enter the palace and find a way to ferret the Prefect out from under the Prince’s very small nose,” smirked Azul, and nodded in approval. “I must admit, it’s a simple but possibly effective strategy.” “Thank you, Ashengrotto,” smiled Malleus. “Of course, in order for the plan to work…” Malleus grinned, showing a hint of his fangs, a slightly mischievous look in his acid-colored eyes. “...Everyone must be dressed appropriately.” SNAP! The half-dragon snapped his fingers. There was a flash of vibrant green light, which filled the room, blinding everyone present for a moment. As the light faded, the group looked at themselves…and quickly realized that each and every one of them was wearing a costume nearly identical to that of Malleus Draconia. The one exception that could be seen were their ascot pins: each seemed to be customized to the person in the suit. Azul’s resembled an octopus, Ruggie’s was a hyena’s head, Ace Trappola’s was in the shape of a heart, and Deuce Spade - as in name and the tattoo upon his face implied - had one in the shape of a spade symbol. “Well!” Azul remarked, looking himself over appraisingly. “I never expected green to suit me, but I think this looks quite nice.” Deuce pinched at the fabric of his sleeves, as if stunned by the incredible material. A small smile came across his face as he checked the gold buttons and moved his limbs around, testing the fit of the costume. “Heh…if only Mom could see me now,” he murmured. “Why, so she can laugh at you in that monkey suit?” sniggered Ace. “Speak for yourself,” frowned Deuce. “Ha! I don’t have to!” smirked Ace, cocking his top hat at a jaunty angle atop his head. “I make this getup look good.” “Hey!” snapped Ruggie, who squirmed uncomfortably in his outfit and removed his top hat. He shook out his ears in a floppy way and pouted in Malleus’ direction; they had been squeezed into his topper, unlike Malleus’ horns, which were allowed to move freely. “Can I wear somethin’ else, please?” “Why? You look rather dashing to me,” Azul pointed out in a teasing tone. “I feel like I’m being strangled in my own skin with these constricting duds,” snarled Ruggie in response, then looked imploringly at Draconia. “How come my ears and tail have to be crammed into this stuff?” “Need I remind you part of the reason we’re in this mess is you tried to DEVOUR one of the leprechauns?” Malleus glared, placing his hands on his hips sternly. “If you insist on coming along, then we must take pains to ensure your identity is kept secret. Hiding your beastman traits is a start to that.” “Taking pains is right,” grumbled Ruggie, grimacing as he felt the way his tail was squeezed into the back of his trousers. Malleus smirked in a passively sadistic sort of way and stepped closer to Ruggie Bucchi, leaning down to look the much smaller demi dead in the eyes. “If you would prefer,” he whispered, in a dangerously slithery sort of way, “I could simply make your ears and tail disappear. Not to mention your teeth. Of course, I can’t guarantee how soon you’ll get them back, if I do…” Ruggie gulped nervously, shrinking back from the dark prince with a nervous smile. “Uh…n-no, I’ll…I’ll be good,” he nearly keened, then gave a hopeful, pleading sort of look. “Actually, um…can I keep the costume, once all this is done? It looks really expensive…I-I mean to say, you really put a LOT of work into making something this nice-!” “Oh, I hardly put any effort; it’s a simple enough spell,” said Malleus, with a casual shrug. He then turned away. “And I’m afraid there’s no such luck, Bucchi. All of your costumes will vanish at the same time Sam’s devices wear off.” Ruggie’s ears drooped and gave a look like a hurt puppy. He’d been hoping to sell the gold-studded clothing in the Savannah marketplace. “I never get to have any fun,” he muttered, sourly. “Well now!” grinned Azul, clapping his hands together and striding to the head of the group. “Now that we are dressed to impress, as it were, how soon will we be leaving?” “Immediately,” Malleus announced. He flourished his wrist…and out of thin air, he summoned a long, elegant-looking black cane, with a gold ferrule, and a topper in the shape of a golden shamrock. “I know the way to the fairy mound; all the rest of you must do is follow my lead.” “Alright,” sighed Ruggie, and sneered slightly as he replaced the top hat on his head, covering up his ears once more. “But I don’t think I’m gonna like a second of this…” “Relax, Ruggie,” said Azul smoothly, giving him a pat on the shoulder and a wink. “Just think about all the treasures I’ll - I mean, WE’LL be able to get ahold of, hmmm?” Ruggie tilted his head…then snickered and ginned back. “You know what? That actually helps,” he said. “And hey, we’re going to a feast, right?” He licked his teeth. “I’ve always wanted to find out what fairy cooking tastes like.” “You and me both,” Azul commented. “Perhaps I’ll be able to find some excellent delicacies for my restaurant’s menu to attempt…” “Ahem!” coughed Malleus, impatiently, a strict sort of expression on his face. “If the pair of you are quite finished scheming?” “Scheming?” gasped Ruggie, as if offended. “I think we were just conversing, for the moment, thank you very much!” “With you two, it’s the same thing,” drawled Ace. “Let’s get moving!” Deuce urged, cracking the knuckles of his fingerless-gloved hands. “The Prefect is waiting!” “I’m well-aware,” murmured Malleus, his voice carrying the mildest of shakes. It hardened immediately after; his cane cracked against the floor and his green coat furled about him as he rounded his heel and began to stalk towards the exit. “Come along. Time is of the essence.” The quartet all nodded, and hastened to follow Malleus. All of them marched down the hall towards the mirror chamber, ready to make their way into the forest and off towards the fairy mound, and Prince Bannor’s palace. Malleus, at the head of the pack, adjusted the top hat on his head. The brim shadowed his eyes, which glowed with a dangerous sort of glare. “I will not allow another to take you from me, Child of Man,” he whispered to himself, in a solemn vow. “I promise you, no matter what it takes, I will get you back…” He growled, fangs bared lethally as the grip on his cane tightened fiercely. “...And those who dared to pull you away from me will sorely regret it. No matter who they are.”
To Be Continued in Part 3…
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#OTD in 1803 – James Napper Tandy, Irish patriot, dies in exile in France.
James Napper Tandy was born in the Cornmarket area of Dublin in 1740; one of three children born to James Tandy, an iron works merchant, and Maria Bella Jenkins. Tandy received his education at the Quaker boarding school in Ballitore, Kildare, amongst its alumni Edmund Burke, a champion of Catholic emancipation and a supporter of American independence. Originally a small tradesman in Dublin, he…
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For that one ask before, some of my Humanstuck headcanons! I tend to encompass a lot of different ones since people have such great ideas, so a lot of them are pretty interchangeable. A lot of my main hcs revolve around the characters I play, which I'll probably be making more posts involving them later! For now there's the Vantases.
One of the hcs I adore are the family ones, like where the Signless and Disciple meet each other after Kankri and Meulin are born. They have Nepeta and Karkat together! The Maryams also act like siblings to the Vantases and Leijons, but are more like childhood friends due to the found family aspect the Dolorosa and Signless have.
There's so much to discuss though! I love love love Humanstuck stuff
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the mxtx special <3
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feel like every laundry night at the tadfools camp just becomes a game of who's black shirt is this and the only thing anyone can confidently say is it's not Gale's
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