#white knight kiddos

[zexapher]

I Wish Schnee a Merry Christmas

Of course, I wish thee a merry Christmas, too. Happy holidays, everyone! I thought I’d put together something new and festive to celebrate with you all, and I’m quite happy with how it turned out.

A nice, gripping story to pull at the heart strings; Weiss’s once cheerful home with Old Nick, the sad times with her family under Jacques, then finding a welcoming new home among her friends, and going on to build happy holiday memories with her new family. Of course, given a little more time, I think I’d have added a few moments of Klein and Winter sneaking a few gifts in during Weiss’s childhood. I definitely see them breaking Jacques’s rules a little to give Weiss a few more happy moments.

This is pretty much how I headcanon holiday celebrations for the Schnees. Nicholas was a big ol’ Santa Claus, Jacques doesn’t care about family celebrations and leaves it all to corporate events, and then a big welcoming friend’s party from the teams that Weiss isn’t used to, only for Weiss to then fully embrace it and be super into the holiday spirit and very involved with her new family’s celebrations.

As for editing, I had a good bit of fun recreating Jacques’s and Willow’s legs, adding in a reflection for them, and pulling all the color out of the Christmas tree to make it a very Schnee blue. Feels good to see the progress in my editing skills since I started brushing up on them last year. I can do a lot more and a lot faster now, this whole thing was just some on and off work over the past week. Like changing Zwei’s black fur to that rusty red-brown, that’s something quick and easy to do now, and looks good.

Anyway, happy holidays again, hope you enjoy the season and this edit as much as I do! It’s my present to all of you!

[pomegranatelifethis]

Little Sister

The Wayne Manor was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets, its towering spires and gothic arches looming like silent sentinels over the sprawling grounds. But tonight, the grand halls were alive with a different kind of energy—a chaotic, joyful mess of giggles and the patter of tiny feet. You, barely two years old, were the undisputed queen of this chaos, your chubby legs carrying you with reckless abandon through the corridors. Your laughter echoed off the walls, a bright, tinkling sound that could melt even the iciest of hearts.

“Gotcha!” Jason Todd’s voice boomed as he scooped you up mid-sprint, his leather jacket creaking as he hoisted you into the air. Your squeal of delight was deafening, arms flailing as you squirmed in his grip. The second-eldest Robin was grinning, his usual brooding demeanor replaced by something softer, warmer, as he spun you around. “Where d’you think you’re goin’, huh, Baby Girl?”

**Baby Girl**

You babbled incoherently, your tiny hands grabbing at the white streak in his hair, tugging with all the might your toddler strength could muster. Jason winced but laughed, unfazed by the assault on his scalp. “Yeah, yeah, you little gremlin. Keep pullin’, see what happens.”

From the doorway, Dick Grayson leaned against the frame, arms crossed, his Nightwing suit half-zipped as he watched the scene unfold. “You’re gonna regret letting her near your hair, Jay,” he teased, blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “She’s got a grip like a vice.”

“Psh, I’ve faced worse,” Jason shot back, though he gently disentangled your fingers before you could yank out a chunk of his hair. He set you down, only for you to immediately latch onto his leg, clinging like a koala. “C’mon, kid, give me a break.”

“No breaks for you,” Tim Drake chimed in, not looking up from the tablet balanced on his lap. He was sprawled on the couch in the living room, surrounded by a fortress of empty coffee mugs and case files. Despite his focus, a fond smile tugged at his lips as he glanced at you. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, and you know it.”

Jason grumbled, dragging his leg—and you—across the room with exaggerated effort. “Don’t you have a case to solve, Replacement?”

“Don’t you have a toddler to wrangle, Red Hood?” Tim fired back, finally setting the tablet down to crouch beside you. “Hey, kiddo, wanna help me with some detective work?”

Your response was a garbled string of syllables, followed by a gleeful smack of your hand against Tim’s knee. He chuckled, ruffling your messy hair. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The sound of heavy footsteps announced Damian Wayne’s arrival before he even spoke. “This is absurd,” he declared, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, his ten-year-old scowl firmly in place. Titus, his massive Great Dane, sat obediently at his side, watching you with curious eyes. “Why is the manor in disarray because of *her*?”

“Lighten up, Demon Brat,” Jason said, prying you off his leg and holding you out toward Damian. “She’s just havin’ fun. Wanna hold her?”

Damian’s scowl deepened, but his eyes softened ever so slightly as you reached for him, your tiny fingers wiggling in the air. “I am not a babysitter,” he muttered, though he stepped forward and carefully took you from Jason’s arms. You immediately grabbed at the hem of his hoodie, babbling happily. “Tch. You are… adequate, I suppose.”

“High praise from the prince himself,” Dick said with a grin, pushing off the doorframe to join the group. He dropped to his knees beside you and Damian, tickling your side until you erupted into another fit of giggles. “You’re stealing all our hearts, aren’t you, Baby Girl?”

You didn’t understand the words, but you understood the warmth, the safety, the love that radiated from the brothers surrounding you. The manor, for all its darkness and danger, was your kingdom, and these vigilantes—rough around the edges, scarred and stubborn—were your knights.

From the shadows of the staircase, Bruce Wayne watched silently, his stoic expression betraying the faintest hint of a smile. Alfred stood beside him, polishing a silver tray with meticulous care. “She’s quite the handful, isn’t she, sir?” the butler remarked, his tone fond.

“She is,” Bruce agreed, his voice low. “But she’s ours.”

And as you toddled toward him, arms outstretched, calling “Dada!” in your sweet, garbled voice, Bruce’s heart—battle-hardened and weary—felt a little lighter. He knelt, catching you in his arms, and for a moment, the weight of Gotham’s shadows faded away.

“Baby Girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re going to be the death of us all.”

But oh, what a way to go.

[whitenight-thesavior]

(The WhiteNight's body doesn't get much damage from the claws.

Like a pencil scrapping a car.

It looks at the butterfly.

It pauses for a second.

Before the floor underneath it is covered by fire.

It retreats onto the fire and dissapears.

Using it to teleport behind the butterfly.

Partially invisible.)

@solemnly-lament

- - - - <The Last Supper> - - - -

- - - - [Now playing: Fourth Warning] - - - -

(The fallen angel rises from the gates. The gates closing right after it leaves. It lets out a scream that ecoes throught the whole facility.

"Thy kind has only ever know Sin. And for that. Judgment shall be thy reward."

As the apostles now break their vines. Passing through the fire. All give out a war cry. As three balls made of chains surround the night. Each one carved with the number 4, 5 and 6. The night hides itself onto its wings, as a ball of light surrounds it. The spearmans start to roam closeby to their respective priests. With the lonely spearman joining the Scythe-wielding crusaders. Searching for enemies.)

@der-musketmainn @solemnly-lament @camellia-office @voice-of-the-light-c @the-silent-orchestra @tomatoing-it-up @judgement-birds-scale @liu-after-hours-ss2 @ask-executive-manager-dante

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little!Jackie - Knight in shining armour

Overcoming my writing burnout slowly, slowly. Anyway - on today’s menu, maybe little Jackie doesn’t want to be the princess all the time.

Word count: 562

“I don’t like this show.”

The comment was muffled and quiet but shocked Nat enough to jump out of her seat on the couch. She’d thought she was alone. Nat was quick to pause the tv, the sentinel wasn’t really appropriate for any of the littles.

“Jackie?” She questioned, quickly putting a face to the voice as she tracked the sound to its source - Jackie, curled up in a tight little ball and squished in between the corner of the couch and the wall. “What are you doing down here, kiddo?” Nat asked, crouching down cautiously in front of Jackie. “I thought you were up playing princess castles with the others.” Jackie pursed her lips together tightly and looked down at her knees. Her fingers traced anxious patterns where they rested over her shins.

“They are all stupid and I don’t want to play with them,” she grumbled, face creasing in frustration. Nat frowned, reaching out a gentle hand to soothe the skin between Jackie’s eyebrows.

“Why do you say that?”

Jackie just shrugged, shoulders sticking up defensively by her ears. “It’s a dumb game anyway.”

Now this truly confused Nat. Jackie being annoyed at the others wasn’t anything new, it could’ve been a petty argument with Shauna or that Mari had taken the princess dress she wanted. But to say castles was a dumb game - when usually it was her favourite - Nat didn’t know how to explain that. “Did something happen with the others?” Nat asked gently, confusion warping her features. Jackie’s lip wobbled, her eyes welling up with tears as she kept her gaze away from Nat’s and shook her head. “Jackie, baby?” Nat’s voice was gentle and tentative - uncertain what had triggered these particular feelings from Jackie. She took a moment to consider Jackie - the blue and white striped polo shirt she’d picked out today, the way her hair looked hastily thrown back in a lopsided ponytail. She’d forgone her usual bow in her hair. Jackie always played as the princess. She liked the dresses and the tiaras and how the others curtsied to her. But there were other times, when Jackie did things which reminded Nat of Van, who never, ever, wanted to be the princess. Sometimes, she threw her makeup on the floor and looked sort of tempted to say yes when Mel asked for people to go digging for worms with her - only to back down when Mari said it was disgusting. “Jax, do you maybe want to be something other than the princess today?”

Jackie’s body went rigid at the suggestion, her breath stilling between her lips as if she’d been caught. “You know, Jackie,” Nat started carefully. “I think castles works better when there’s a prince too.” Jackie looked up at this, eyes glimmering a little bit and her cheeks flushed. “I think you’d make a really cool prince.”

Her head dipped down again, and Nat thought maybe she’d lost her progress. But then, Jackie shifted forward onto her knees so she could press her mouth up close to Nat’s ear and whisper. “Can I borrow your jacket?”

Nat agreed, of course, and took Jackie upstairs to help Jackie into her leather jacket. “Look at you,” she praised, as Jackie watched herself in the mirror with a wide smile. “Come on,” she ruffled the top of Jackie’s hair, “let’s go save these princesses, hm?”

[itsabouttimex2]

I think we need something wholesome: so uh anything LSO MK related cuz I found comfort in him

Comfort Food

(Made to pair with Let’s Start Over!MK)

The kitchen always smells so nice when MK is at the stove. The air is scented with spices and herbs, drifting through the house. The whole place feels cozy, even though it’s snowing pretty hard outside.

Most of the mountain monkeys have herded inside to weather the storm, lounging on your bed and toying around with your clothes.

“Clover,” your mentor calls, using a nickname born of your status as the fourth owner of the Ruyi Jingu Bang. “You want extra peppercorns?”

You nod, slow and noncommittal- there’s more important things on your mind right now, after all.

Lying beside a few of your happy little white-furred friends is, of all things… a tail. Yours, specifically. It had only grown in a short while ago, so there was still a sort of unease around using or even seeing the simian appendage… but the mountain monkeys were eager to “help” by grooming it to neatness by MK’s request.

MK turns to check on you and smiles, slowly relaxing his tense shoulders. He always calms down when he you’re safe and content, tucked in nearby and within eyesight.

Unlike the monkeys, who had found your tail amicable from the start, your mentor was a more… complicated case, to say the least. At first he had been shocked by his child student sprouting a brand new appendage, especially since nothing of the sort had ever happened to him.

But he had quickly gotten over that initial shock, which made him more than aware of how you feel. He glances over his shoulder at you again, before returning to the stove.

Are you questioning yourself the way he questioned himself?

“Almost done, bud!”

He’s spent a lot of time trying to keep your spirits up about the change.

The hero takes up a small bowl of finely ground peppercorn and stirs the powder into the boiling pot, then turns the heat up a little higher.

As he does, a monkey hops up onto the counter to try and swipe a pepper, only to be “swatted” away by a wooden spoon. Really, all MK does is lightly tap the monkey’s head with a gentle wrist flick, prompting a pouty chitter.

“Y/N, try getting him to come over to you- with only your tail.” A little task that would, hopefully, distract you.

“Monkie Knight, I’m not sure-“

“Ah ah ah! Just give it a shot, bud! A flick or two won’t hurt you or anybody else, right?”

Please do something that takes your mind off the worries that he knows are racing in your mind even in this moment of comfort.

With a nod, you slowly lift the still clumsy appendage, trying to beckon the gluttonous little furball back to the couch with the rest of his troop.

The little simian doesn’t move, instead cocking his head with confusion. He doesn’t know what you’re trying to do. The monkey looks at you and then MK, then back at you again, chittering.

MK is trying not to smile, covering his mouth as he watches. “Come on- use it like you would your hands. Try and coax him over there. You’re not just supposed to be “good” with monkeys- you are a monkey, kiddo.”

Like him. Gods, there’s finally another like him.

Sitting up to give a more spirited attempt, you jerk your tail around to insistently point at the monkey, then the spot beside you on the couch.

MK snorts, struggling hard to hold back an uncommonly heard rumble of laughter.

Do you know just how happy you make your dad mentor?

The monkey looks at you, then the spot… and suddenly, it clicks. He finally begins to move towards you, hopping up onto the couch. The monkey finally comes to understand your intent. With an “Ee-EE!” of excitement, the monkey scampers across the floor and jumps up onto the couch, immediately nuzzling his head against your cheek in affection.

“Oh, oh! He… he actually listened to me,” you call in happiness, your tail flicking about wildly and erratically. “Monkie Knight, look at him!”

A proud smile blooms across MK’a, clearly amused as hell. He leans over to watch the playful scene unfold, giving the pot one final stir before taking it off the oven.

“See? You’ve got a good handle on it. You’re a natural, bud.” The other monkeys notice their friend has gotten cuddles, and start chittering and clamoring to get your attention as well. They want to be loved, too.

Maybe those desperate feelings were a reflection of their caretaker’s own.

You work to pull as many of the little critters into your arms and tail as possible, excitedly scooping them up with little grace- sure enough, the monkeys are overjoyed with your efforts and you quickly have hold a heap of chattering and writhing fur. They’re crawling over each other to dote on you, some of them even climbing up your shoulders to get to your hair.

MK makes a short trek from the cozy kitchen and into the cozier living room, holding a steaming bowl of jajangmyeon in one hand, and a pair of smooth wooden chopsticks in the other.

Most of the monkeys hop off your body as your mentor sets the bowl and chopsticks on the table in front of you.

“Here, eat up. But be careful- I don’t want black bean sauce on your clothes.” He says, already imagining the stain it would leave. He doesn’t want to have to deal with the headache that clearing it would take. “Don’t burn your tongue, either. And don’t eat too fast.”

There’s an annoyed twinkle in your eyes at his fatherly fussing, looking at your mentor from the corner of your eyes while breaking the chopsticks cleanly.

“I’ll be fine- dad.”

You joke now- but MK is sure that he’ll hear you say that for real eventually.

One of his hands drifts to your head, mussing the hair with a large and scarred palm. For a moment there’s only the sound of your munching and his breathing, you focused on the noodles and him focused on the parental fantasy of taking complete control of your safety and welfare, of having you entirely rely on him.

It would take a while, but…

It’s the sort of thing he’s willing to wait for.

[theoasiswinds]

man... what a way to start a day

Hey my darlings, just a little rant I need to get off my chest before working, gosh woke up to a lovely morning with kiddos and our routine, and then found out an old family friend lost his fight with Cancer this morning. My kids and hubby didn't really know him, but I knew him since I was a small kiddo and he was kind to me, genuine kindness, folks like him are rare.

Anyhow after a bit of crying, calming down life goes on and I get a call from my mom from family drama of my grandmother, I love my grandma but the older she gets... the worse she is... she is so racist, and hates all men and prefers my daughter from my son because according to her all men are scum bags.. except my husband since he is pure white... me and my kids are mixed so not as good.... yeah my grandmother folks... Gosh I hope things calm down. I dont want her to come to Utah, dont want to have to deal with her....

Its been an emotional day so far..... I'm a little drained, hubby is working so I have to wait for him to cry properly and I cant let my kiddos see me stress, because they stress and my boy is super protective he panics if I cry, anyhow waiting for my knight to finish work, get home........ But again, life goes on......... now to draw.

[asher-agere]

Heheh! Could you do Cg! Tsukasa and Little! Akito ?

Or vice versa! :3 I just enjoy them a lot Romanticly (when one isnt little ofc)

But I kinnie them both and I just wanna see other ppl Hcs! Especially since they were both kids that didn't get much attention(??) 🫶 OFC NO NEED! JUST A SILLY LITTLE GUY!

HOORAY FOR THE SILLY LITTLE GUYS I LOVE THEM

Caregiver Tsukasa + Little Akito

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ᯓ★ Starting as usual with an age range! I think Akito regresses down to 4-6, he’s fairly big! And very capable of doing most things. Not a baby!! As he reminds Tsukasa constantly. However he’s must definitely just a little kiddo. Just a tiny little guy. Bite sized if you may. Tsukasa definitely babies him more than he’d like, however Akito is also a tsundere and even though he says he doesn’t like it… Yeah he loves it! It makes him feel sooo tiny and he’ll get all red and blushy and Tsukasa loves it!

⋆ I’m just saying this at the beginning because I’m so repetitive about this one and I don’t care in the slightest. Little! Akito! Loves! Playing! Soccer! Just let him be a kid again! Tsukasa isn’t the best at the game, and honestly a lot of the time Akito can genuinely beat him. But that’s ok! Tsukasa prefers the celebration afterwards anyway. He’ll cheer so loud for Akito!!!! And he usually gets Akito a treat at a prize! Akito’s more than happy with this, and it only encourages him to do even better in the future!

ᯓ★ Volume control? What’s that? I have my personal headcanon that little Akito just screams to express any and all strong emotions, Tsukasa only encourages this though! Because even if he’s being responsible and asking Akito to quiet down (Rarely), he has to scream louder than Akito to be heard! Obviously he can do it, his vocal projection is like off the charts. But Akito just views it as a challenge. And so he screams even louder- It’s truly a mess. Most of the time Tsukasa will just start loudly laughing and yelling along with him and it’s fun! Tsukasa is always the most responsible, he prioritizes making sure Akito is enjoying himself!

⋆ Tsukasa is the type who wants to brag about his little one to literally anyone that will listen, and even to a few people who won’t listen! Akito however is very private with his regression, not wanting many people to know about it. And Tsukasa respects that of course! However he also is definitely a little pushy for Akito to tell his friends (Ones Tsukasa knows are safe to tell), and once someone knows, Tsukasa is impossible to shut up! Showing off drawings and pictures. Toya is the most common one to deal with this, he’s a good listener

ᯓ★ Pet names! I’m honestly struggling to think of nicknames these two would use- I know Tsukasa would be over the top with everything, maybe trying to sound fancy? So he’d use things like “Little One”. Oh also! He calls Akito things like “Prince” or “My Knight in Shining Armor”! Because. White Day Akikasa I love them they’ve altered my brain chemistry. Akito doesn’t use many pet names for Tsukasa because he thinks they’re dumb and embarrassing, however if he’s fussy for whatever reason he definitely calls Tsukasa “Kasa” in a very whiny voice. Whiny voice or nothing, take it or leave it, final offer

⋆ Akito is the type to push off his regression, when Tsukasa notices this happening he’ll ask Akito to “help him practice for a show” and then give Akito some kind of childish role to play. If Akito is ok with troupe members, Rui specifically, knowing about his regression Tsukasa will explain the situation to them and they actually make a show to fit these needs. That way Akito can’t say Tsukasa is making it up! Tsukasa adores the opportunity to dress Akito up in cute childish “costumes”, usually the little one is too fussy to get changed after he’s already regressed

ᯓ★ Tsukasa tells the best stories ever! Akito usually hates bedtime, but getting a bedtime story usually makes it worth it! Usually… He’s still gonna be a brat about it though! Always claims he isn’t tired or if one thing is slightly off he simply can’t sleep. So Tsukasa disguises bedtime as story time! He denies any intentions of getting Akito to sleep, acting offended that the redhead would even suggest such a thing! But also like… He’s rubbing Akito’s head in that way that makes him sleepy, and reading a story about all the animals in a forest going to bed for the night… Akito truly doesn’t stand a chance, Tsukasa knows what he’s doing!

⋆ Akito can be picky when it comes to eating veggies! Carrots for example? Super yucky… Tsukasa of course encourages eating vegetables! He wants Akito to be big and strong! Akito has learned that the best defense is to ask for green peppers next time! Suddenly Tsukasa has much less praise for the benefits of vegetables. They find a common ground though! Neither of them hates veggies in general, they’re just picky. So they’re able to talk it out and work together to find veggies that they’re both able to enjoy!

ᯓ★ Akito loves going out and finding a handful of bugs to go hand to Tsukasa. Tsukasa absolutely hates this and he screams so much each time- Which of course only encourages Akito even more. Akito doesn’t really care for bugs much on his own, but if he can use them to scare Tsukasa? Suddenly he loves the creepy crawlies! He won’t tell Tsukasa what he’s holding, he’ll just insist Tsukasa holds his hands out. He’ll also shove them in pockets! So that while Tsukasa changed him out of muddy clothes he gets handfuls of bugs!

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Literally writing this on my way to a concert. Plus I took 2 finals today- (𖦹ᯅ𖦹) Also hot take inspired by the request. It’s ok to still be romantic with your partner if they’re regressed I think. Like obviously keep it SFW, but like a kiss on the lips is fine I think because like I remember watching little kids kiss on the playground and being all giggly and embarrassed… Imagine a little one asking their caregiver “So… You’re my… BOYFRIEND???” Like it’s a scandalous role. Idk guys seems adorable to me…

[DNI ID: An orange box with a grey border. Akito to the right and a stack of pancakes to the key. Grey text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe. I will block NSFW accounts” End ID]

[kiragecko]

Dick and Jason

Updated version, since Tumblr REALLY doesn’t like me editing lists that were made in the old text editor. (The original, the rest of the lists, and a reading guide, are HERE):

Dick to Jason-

CIVILIAN NAME

Jason – 21 | 33 (Batman 359, 1983)

Jase - 1 | 0 (Batman 359, 1983)

Jason Todd – 2 | 10 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

Todd – 2/1 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

Ole Todd-Meister - 0 | 1

CODENAME

Robin – 2 | 6 (Batman 416, 1988)

The New Robin - 0 | 1 (Batman 416, 1988)

Mr. Robin - 1 | 0 (Batman 416, 1988)

A New Kind of Robin - 0 | 1 (Dick talking to Tim about Jason, Robin 0, 1994)

Brat Wonder – 1 | 1 (Nightwing 105-06, 2005, Flashback)

Boy Wonder - 2 | 0 (to a hallucination, Nightwing: Secret Files and Origins 1, 1999)

Red Hood – 0 | 3 (Outsiders 44-46, 2007)

FAMILIAL

Little Wing - 2 | 0 (Nightwing 105-06, 2005, Flashback)

OTHER

My Young Friend - 0 | 1 (Batman 416, 1988)

Shorty - 1 | 0 (Batman 416, 1988)

The New Kid - 0 | 1 (Batman 416, 1988)

Kid – 6 | 5 (Batman 416, 1988)

Comedian – 1 | 0 (to a hallucination, Nightwing: Secret Files and Origins 1, 1999)

Little Man - 1 | 0 (Nightwing 105-06, 2005, Flashback)

Hotshot – 0 | 1 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

My Friend – 1 | 0 (said by hallucination)

Old Buddy – 1 | 0 (said by hallucination)

Kiddo – 1 | 0 (said by hallucination)

INSULTS

A Street Kid - 0 | 1 (Dick talking to Tim about Jason, Robin 0, 1994)

A Thief - 0 | 1 (Dick talking to Tim about Jason, Robin 0, 1994)

The Little Brat - 0 | 1 (about a hallucination, Nightwing: Secret Files and Origins 1, 1999)

Sick Son of A – 1 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

A Terrible Liar - 1 | 0 (Battle for the Cowl 3, 2009)

A Tool – 1 | 0 (Batman and Robin 23-25, 2011)

A Sneaky, Mean Little Punk – 0 | 1

The Little Snot – 0 | 1

A Killer - 1 | 0

Jason to Dick-

CIVILIAN NAME

Dick - 17 | 3 (New Teen Titans 3-4, 1984)

Dick Grayson – 4 | 3 (New Teen Titans 28-31, 1986)

Dickie-Bird – 5 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

Dickster – 1 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

Dickie – 4 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

Grayson– 8 | 1 (said by hallucination)

Mr. Grayson - 1 | 0 (said by hallucination)

Di- – 1 | 0 (said to hallucination) 

CODENAME

Robin – 2 | 3 (Batman 359, 1983)

Nightwing - 2 | 2 (Batman 416, 1988)

Mr Nightwing – 2 | 0 (Batman 416, 1988)

The Last Robin - 0 | 1 (Gotham Knights 43, 2003, Flashback)

The ‘Other’ Robin - 0 | 1 (Batman 617-18, 2003)

Boy Wonder - 1 | 0 (Outsiders 44-46, 2007)

(Be my Sidekick) - 1 | 0 (Battle for the Cowl 3, 2009)

(Be my Robin) - 1 | 0 (Battle for the Cowl 3, 2009)

Batman – 2 | 7 (Batman and Robin 3-6, 2009)

The Dynamic Duo – 0 | 1 (Batman and Robin 3-6, 2009)

The Nice Batman – 1 | 0 (Batman and Robin 23-25, 2011)

“Batman” - 1 | 0 (Batman and Robin 23-25, 2011)

The Real Robin - 0 | 1

STATUS

Partner – 3 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

Pard – 1 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

FAMILIAL

Brother – 1 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

The Good Son – 0 | 1

OTHER

Pal - 1 | 0 (Batman 416, 1988)

This Guy - 0 | 1 (Batman 416, 1988)

Old-Timer - 1 | 0 (Batman 416, 1988)

My Namesake - 0 | 1 (Gotham Knights 43, 2003, Flashback)

Sparky – 1 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

My Friend – 1 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

Hotshot – 1 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

Dude – 1 | 0 (Nightwing 118-22, 2006)

You Boys - 1 | 0 (Teen Titans 47, 2007)

Circus Boy - 1 | 0 (Battle for the Cowl 3, 2009)

INSULTS

Has-Been – 2 | 0 (Nightwing 105-06, 2005, Flashback)

You Idiots - 1 | 0 (Teen Titans 47, 2007)

The So-Called “Super-Hero“ - 1 | 0 (Battle for the Cowl 3, 2009)

Another Crazy Man In A Mask – 0 | 1 (Batman and Robin 3-6, 2009)

A Tool – 1 | 0

Boy Fashion Victim - 1 | 0 (said by hallucination)

Boy Hypocrite - 1 | 0 (said by hallucination)

Dummy – 1 | 0 (said by hallucination)

Comments:

This is one of the cases where fanon is correct - Jason DOES constantly make up nicknames for Dick!

Dick has a period while he's in Blüdhaven where a lot of his hallucinations involve Jason. A lot of the weirder names on this list come from one where he's hallucinating that he's in a sitcom white-picket-fence neighbourhood and Jason is his terrifyingly upbeat neighbour.

I don’t have enough of their interactions before Jason’s death to have proper thoughts about that period. I really need to read those issues.

[mercy-love-joy]

I remember this one fanart of the Beast Cookies as spiritual weapons of the Ancient Heroes (or you already know this) and had me imagining that as White Lily resealed the tree, SM does the same thing at Devil's Encore, and at the same time, two other Beasts tries to get out. Well...one of them is trying, the other tries to stop the first

Enter Burning and Silent Salt

What happens is that White Lily tries to cast a spell to push SM back to the, Wizard about to push GB, and the two said Beast pushing out. THIS is where things went wrong and right and baffling.

Burning Spice shoves Shadow Milk and swats SS, somehow trips towards GB with SM to Wizard. At the same time, Salt is heading to Strawberry who squeaked in fear and puts her lollipop up front. And White Lily casting the spell found her thoughts halting at the sight of three Beast Cookies coming down on three children.

And her thoughts were: "Seal the- t-THREE BEASTS?!" and "Can't let the kids get hurt!"

In which the spell tranlates it to: "Seal the three Beasts but do not harm the kids,"

In a flash, the Beasts were gone.

It brought some confusion to everyone, thinking and asking, especially WL, if they managed to seal back the Beasts.

Until GB's candy cane suddenly burst to flames, at the hook at least.

BS: (in the cane) WHAT THE F**K IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!

At the same time, a familiar blue eye was glaring from within Wizard's candy staff and Strawberry jumps and drops her lollipop upon seeing an image of a knight on her weapon's reflection, earning a pained grunt.

So three of the five Beast Cookies are trapped in the weapons of the sibling trio. Not only that, but they have no control or power over their new prisons. So...they're gonna be stuck there being waved around by the trio. And they unfortunately can feel pain and dizziness whenever they were used. They can talk and see everything outside their cells, buuut that is the only thing they have.

What do you think?

Also, how have you been?

*crying from stress of finals and classes*

I'm fine. I am fine.

Seriously tho, this would a cool idea of a series. I can see this being a great story to tell, and with the kiddos, they can show the Beasts a better side of life than... ya know. Destroying everything.

But I think this would be a cool idea. Sadly, if I ever try to write this, it'll take a long time to write/post because I already have two series in the works after In Sickness and Never in Health is finished.

But a little treat for the great idea: I am starting to record for the video and finishing up the chapter. My timeline for when the final chapter and video will be posted is all messed up but it looks like the chapter will be posted before Christmas.

[littlespacereader]

Is it the first of December? Yes. Is the Halloween fic finally finished? YOU BET! I apologize for the wait but here it the long awaited Moon Knight Halloween Fic!! I rewrote the story a couple of times but I hope you all enjoy the Fic!!🌙👻🎃

The Little Protector of the Night🌙

A Moon Knight Halloween Special🎃

Caregiver!Marc Spector & GN Little! Reader (SFW)

Tags - Marc Spector saves the reader, some mean things said about regression, pacifiers, sippy cups, stuffed animal, pull-up (mentioned), dress up, hand holding, hugs

Nicknames - kid, kiddo, little moon knight

A month ago I was walking back from a night class when I came across a group of people. It was almost as if they were waiting for someone to stumble upon them so they could cause trouble.

I tried to just walk past them to no avail. They kept standing in front of me, trying to grab and push me around.

“Go away!” I yelled, looking for my chance to run.

“Aw! Come on! It’s not every day we get to see walking by this time of night.”

One of the members of the group grabbed my backpack and ripped it off me. “Well, well, well, what have we got here?”

“Give it back!!” I rushed forward to grab it back but one of them shoved me back onto the ground.

They proceeded to dump all of my belongings inside onto the alleyway floor. Scattered across the payment fell my school books and such but also my little things like my pacifier, my favorite stuffie, a pull-up, my crayons and coloring book, and some fidget toys.

The group paused only for a second seeing the items. Then they bursted into laughter.

“What are you three?”

“Awwww! Just a little baby are you?”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime baby?”

They inched their way back to me, though not without stepping on all my belongings. I started to crawl backwards and they started towards me.

“No! Stop! Please!”

Tears sprang my eyes as they approached. I just covered my face and wished they would disappear.

And in a way, they suddenly did.

I felt a gust of wind blow past me. Then the sound of the men falling onto the ground 5 feet away. I lifted my head to see, and what I saw widened my eyes.

This god like figure appeared from the night sky and started attacking everyone. One guy got hit into the alley wall, another smashed down to the ground.

I froze in place, watching the man dressed in all white take on the group of people. Where did he come from? How did he know I was in trouble?

Sure, I knew superheroes existed but they were mostly in America. Was he a superhero? He didn’t look like an Avenger. He looked different, but in a good way.

With the last guy taken care of, he stopped and looked at the scene, at all my belongings scattered around, my backpack thrown to the side and me still sitting on the ground with my legs pressed to my chest and on the verge of hyperventilating.

He looked almost like a mummy the way he was wrapped up. A long cape behind him, his face shielded with a mask and a hood. In his hand he held a crescent shaped dagger of sorts. He looked intimidating but so cool.

His mask disappeared and suddenly he was just real. More real than he was before. Before he felt like something from another world, almost god like. Without the mask he was just a person, just like me.

Once his eye caught my own and I think he could see that I was still in a bit of shock because he put the dagger away and held his hands up.

“Hey kiddo, it’s alright now. They’re not going to hurt you anymore.”

His voice sounded surprisingly calming despite being someone who just appeared out of no where and beat up a whole group of people. His voice also sounded surprisingly American.

“Are you an Avenger?” I asked before I even had a chance to think about it.

The man chuckled, “No. Far from it. But I’m a good guy, I promise.“

He began to walk over to me but paused. His eyes caught the sight of my stuffed animal bunny laying down on the gross ground. He picked the stuffie up and walked over towards me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. I’m sorry for what these people did to you and your belongings.”

He crouched down on my level and held out my stuffie to me. “But it seems like your bunny made it out unharmed.” He smiled.

I carefully took my bunny back into my arms and held it tight to me, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. What’s your bunny’s name?”

“Fluffy.”

“Fluffy,” he smiled again. “That’s a nice name fluffy. Fits them perfectly.”

“What your name? I mean your real name and your superhero name?” I asked so curious to who the mystery man was.

“My superhero is Moon Knight, but you can call me Marc. I’m the protector of the travelers of the night just like yourself.”

He stood up and offered me his hand to help me stand. I gladly took it, standing up on legs a bit wobbly. He quickly realized and came over to my side, helping me for a moment till I was okay.

“Thank you. That was scary. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you…” the thought started to make me upset.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay! There’s nothing to worry about anymore. You’re alright and safe now.”

He held his hand in mine for a little comfort. “Let’s get your belongings and take you home okay? I don’t want you out any longer tonight. You shouldn’t be walking home at night by yourself.”

I nodded my head and squeezed his hand. He squeezed it right back before letting it go to help me.

He picked up all my belongings, well, the ones that weren’t destroyed and put them back into my backpack for me. My sippy cup and my pacifier were two of the thing that they destroyed but were replaceable.

Then with my backpack zipped he flung it over his shoulder and took my hand in his once again. “Now, let’s get you home.”

He held my hand the entire walk back to my flat. I thanked him again for everything and just like that he left. And I haven’t seen him since.

The only sign of him from that night was a package I received a few day later. Inside was a new sippy cup and pacifier. I looked at the box confused. I didn’t order anything. But then it hit me who sent it.

No note or anything, just a new sippy cup and pacifier wrapped in tissue paper. The cup’s had a beautiful moon and star design to it and the pacifier had a little moon charm on it.

That was a month ago and yet it feels like yesterday. I can’t shake the idea of him from my mind. He wasn’t like the Avengers, no he was so much cooler than them.

Yet he was so gentle with me. Unlike the group that was trying to hurt me, he didn’t judge me for regressing, in fact he didn’t even mention it. He just noticed and started to help me.

It was weird to say but I missed him. When he held my hand and walked with me back to my flat I almost wished that he was going to stay and make sure I got settled okay. He made me realized maybe I wanted a Caregiver in my life.

But I shook that thought away. No. He was just some guy who knew about regression and was kind to me. I mean that was a month ago! The chance of me seeing him again were slim to none.

~~~

Halloween arrived and everyone in London dressed the part…literally. Everyone walking around was wearing a costume and it was fun to see.

This year I opted not to buy a costume but make my own. With the help of some medical bandages and hot glue I made a replica of the costume I saw Moon Knight wearing. It wasn’t a copy of his costume but I think it was close enough. I even made his crescent moon daggers out of cardboard.

My friends invited me to their house for a costume party. I stayed for a little bit and hung out. Obviously no one knew who I was for Halloween. They just assumed I was a mummy and I was alright with that. The costume was for myself more than anyone else.

But as the night dragged on I could feel myself starting to get tired and starting to regress. So I said my goodbyes to everyone at the party and called it a night.

I don’t live far from them so it wasn’t a long walk. But my quiet night walk was interrupted by someone yelling behind me.

“Hey it’s that moon freak!”

I turned around to see who was yelling and my heart dropped. It was the same group as last time. How? I have no idea.

They must’ve recognized me too but I didn’t give them the chance to comment on it. I took off running. I was close to home, maybe I could make it.

But the group was fast on my tail trying to get me. My feet and their feet echoed down the alley way towards my apartment.

I grabbed the door and was about to enter when they grabbed me and pulled me off. The group pulled me away despite my struggles to break free.

“Can you imagine our luck! The baby from last time. And look, they’re dressed up as that crazy man with the cape.” One said.

I tried to pull my arms away from their grip but I couldn’t. “Stop!! Go away!!”

“It’s a shame he isn’t here to join us in our reunion! Oh well, guess we’ll just have to go on without him.” Another laughed.

Suddenly a mental crescent dagger hit the man next to me, then suddenly another.

We all looked up to see Moon Knight flying from the roof top down to the alley way. I stepped back as he started to take on the group for a second time. Like the last time it was interesting to see.

But as he was fighting I could see one of them grabbing something to hit him with. So armed with my two cardboard crescent moons I threw them at the guy. It did nothing to him, but it did distract him enough for Marc to take him down.

“Nice shot kid!” He yelled out.

I smiled back, proud to help the fight. Then, like the last time, everyone was laying unconscious on the ground. Then it was just Marc and myself.

“What did I say about walking alone at night?” His mask disappeared again so I could see the eyebrows raise.

“I was right around the corner! I didn’t know they would be here!” I argued. I’m

Marc smiled, dropping the tough guy act. “I love your costume this year. You look exactly like me. It’s almost uncanny. Did you do that yourself?”

“Yeah! I made it myself! I really wanted to be you for Halloween! You look so cool.” I smiled.

“Well I think you look cooler. Plus my costume isn’t homemade, making you’re the coolest.” He winked.

He walked over to me, “Where’s fluffy tonight? Didn’t join you for Halloween?”

I shook my head, “I didn’t want to lose them at the party.”

Marc hummed. He looked around and sighed, “Listen kiddo, I don’t feel safe with you going back to your flat with these idiots laying unconscious outside. But I also don’t want you to be alone with your headspace right now. So, if you feel comfortable with it, I can take you back to my apartment and keep an eye on you there. Sound good?”

I smile broke out across my face, “Yes!! That would be so much fun!!” I was practically jumping up and down.

Marc smiled back, “Alright good. Let’s go to your apartment and get your things and then we’ll head to my place.”

Running up the stairs of my apartment, I quickly brought Marc into my flat and introduced him to every stuffie I had, all of which he shook their hands, paws and fins. Then he helped me pack a bag and grab whatever I would need for the night.

With my apartment door closed and locked the two of us started walking towards his apartment, strolling through London together hand in hand.

Problem was his apartment was a bit of a walk across London. So as the walk went on I could feel myself starting to get more and more tired. At one point it felt as though he was dragging me along.

Eventually he turned and picked me up, holding me on his hip. “There we go. Tuckered out from all your crime fighting my little moon knight?”

My little moon knight. It sounded so nice.

“Can I be your little moon knight?”

My heart was beating out of my chest. It’s wasn’t just anything…it was asking if he was a caregiver and wanted me as his little one.

Marc smiled, “I would be honored to have you as my little moon knight. My little sidekick in both life and now crime fighting.”

I smiled back and rested my head against his shoulder. I can’t believe Moon Knight is now my Caregiver. I’ve never felt more safe and happy.

~~~

I drifted on and off while Marc walked through London. After the the third time waking up in his arms I lifted my head up and looked at him confused.

“Marc?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going the right way?”

“Yeah…yeah I think we’re going the right away…I have to ask Steven.” Marc said talking to myself more than me.

At first the comment went over my head, blame it on the tiredness. But then it hit me.

Who the hell is Steven?

[zexapher]

The Culmination in a Kiss

Threw this one together over a day, so pardon some of the rough edges. But I really wanted something to cap off the amazing shipping tournament we’re having, and to make something for Weiss' birthday today! Really hoping White Knight wins out in the ship war, it’s been an insane series of firsts for the ship. This was the first time we made it past the very first round! And here we are in the finals!

This is so momentous; with Rooster Teeth shutting down, RWBY’s continuation hopeful for the future but a bit up in the air, and on the day of Weiss’ birthday (and won’t she appreciate this little comic as a gift). And for me personally, as someone that’s shipped White Knight from the start, and saw how the community’s attitude towards it has evolved and so radically flipped. It makes seeing White Knight coming out so strongly, and really dominating the tournament even, something truly special. I have to thank everyone that’s been taking part, this little competition has been a lot of fun.

Win or lose, it’s been great. Just like the show itself. Of course, I wouldn’t say no to winning it! Come on White Knight! One final effort is all that remains! One last mission! It’s time to finish the fight! Make it official!

[bardsources]

𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 : 𝕫𝕖𝕜𝕚 [ 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕒 ]

❝ Come back when you get some cash. ❞ ❝ The more you spend, the more you get back. Trust me. That’s just how the world works. ❞ ❝ Can’t ya see I’m a little busy over here? ❞ ❝ Any good parties happening soon? ❞ ❝ Today’s the day, pal. Not just any day, but your day. ❞ ❝ How’s it goin’, kiddo? ❞ ❝ He reminds me of a younger, less handsome me. ❞ ❝ If you can't stick your neck out for a friend, who can you stick it out for? ❞ ❝ It's not my fault he was stupid enough to get caught. ❞ ❝ Take it from me, kid, real life ain't like the fairy tales. ❞ ❝ It ain't the scoundrel in the back alley you gotta watch out for, it's the knight on the white horse. ❞ ❝ Wanna help me test it out? ❞ ❝ Just close your eyes and think of a number between one and three. ❞ ❝ This means you'll be buried. Possibly alive. Or possibly just in debt. ❞ ❝ That sort of gullibility takes some serious skill. ❞ ❝ If you could have just one wish what would it be? ❞ ❝ Who took your funny bone? ❞ ❝ I always knew those aristocratic pricks were talking out of both sides of their mouth. ❞ ❝ Sorry if trust doesn't come easy for me. ❞ ❝ Everybody knows diamonds are composed of at least six alchemical components. ❞ ❝ Take it from me, sometimes you gotta learn to be your own best friend. ❞ ❝ I don't even have a last name. ❞ ❝ Do you ever wonder how much you could accomplish in life if you didn't have to run a front business? ❞ ❝ Workin' nights can be lonely sometimes. ❞ ❝ I said I felt guilty, not stupid. ❞ ❝ I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that. ❞ ❝ They’re extremely powerful, and extremely valuable. ❞ ❝ The world's gonna change for the better cause of what you and me did. ❞ ❝ I may be a crook, but at least I got principles. ❞ ❝ I wonder what I'm gonna do with all that freedom… ❞ ❝ Far be it from me to stand in the way of your happiness. ❞

[witch-oftheflowers]

How the boys react to altars?

(Ximena x Simon.{COD} Morgana x Marc y Altars.{Moon Knight} Enjoy this multi fandom chapter I wanted to see how this went!)

Simon x Ximena Riley:

The crisp air hit Simons face as he returned home. Seeing his little house covered in yellow and orange flowers

Marigolds

His brown eyes looking to the driveway. Loose petals leading to the doorstep. A tradition he has grown used to around this last week of October.

His wife coming from a small town in Mexico. Still celebrating day of the dead. Seeing it the first time was confusing. He got used to it as the years have came.

He grabbed his bag, and a few bouquets of flowers he got on the way home. Holding the large bag in his arm as he walked inside.

Seeing garlands of flowers coating their living room. Hallways to the bedrooms the same.

But the living and kitchen-

He smiled a bit. Locking the door behind him as he took his boots off. Setting his bag down.

Looking around as the house was empty. But the pathway of flowers lead outside to the garden.

He set the flowers down. Remembering to tell his wife when he finds her.

The house had candles around. Not yet lit.

Bread was on plates. Multiple meals cooked, many he likes or haven't tried yet. His eyes landed on the photos.

His eyes shaking for a second as there was many of his own on there. His whole family

Besides his sperm donor. Thank god-

"You're back early."

His head turned to met her. His eyes soften as he smiled to her. Ximena was in a simple white dress. Her flat ballade sandals on. She had twin braids down to her knees.

A kinder smile to her lips as she grabbed a tray. Setting the food on it.

"I was hoping to have this done. Surprise you even. Kiddos are outside setting up and having fun. Luna's with them too." She was softly speaking. Grabbing some of the pictures.

Even the one of her father that passed recently.

Her eyes stilled as she set it on the tray. A small tear slipped as her smile softly faded.

Simon walked over as he gave her head a gentle kiss. Pulling her in by the side

" 'M home. That's all that matters luv. And what surprise?" He asked her as he peer down at her.

"I was adding your family for this years altar."

His eyes met hers. Seeing the kindness she had for him. He never took her up on the offer. Scared if he'll disrespect his family. Or if waking them from their deserved rest was selfish for a few nights

He learned a bit of the holiday with his wife. And her loving family. He felt at ease as she wanted to do this small act for people she met a few times. Because she understood how much they meant to him

" Such a lovely idea my luv. Need any help?"

"Can you bring out the candles? I'm almost done."

He nods his head as he grabbed he ones from the kitchen she had set.

Walking out after her. Seeing their garden to life even as the sun was setting.

The stringed lights flickered on. Lanterns set in the pond, the garden had fireflies floating around. The many plants they had for fall flourishing in the still warm night.

Anna was playing with the twins keeping the toddlers distracted.

Johnny was helping his mum. Setting the photos on as they chatted a bit.

Simon smiled as he walked behind hearing his wife chatter on as she taught her kids about the tradition

"Once a year our ancestors visit us. For a few nights they come and enjoy the company. They're our family, so we cook food for them they loved while alive. We put their favorite things like bread or trinkets, or anything really"

She spoke on and on as they finished the most. Taking the candles from her husband as she set one each with a photo.

Most of them filled with her family. Aunts he met a few times. To her godparents, to her tia's and tios. Even her grandparents.

On the top of the tiered alter, her father sat. And then his mother. Underneath was his brother and his family. And her brother with his daughter.

A few years dripped, her hand shook as she finished lighting the last ones.

Stepping back she stood there admiring the table theys set.

Johnny grabbed his mum's hand. As she softly cried at the sight.

Simon came besides her as he squeezed her shoulders. Giving her a kiss on the head as he smiled.

"They would love this... Thank you for taking the time." He whispered as he gave her arms a rub. Letting her cry a bit.

He knew why she was crying more. It's only been a month since her own father untimely passing.

The girls came over as they admired the alter. Giving their mum a hug as they smiled.

"It's ok mum. They're visiting us tonight." Johnny said as he beamed with his sweet smile.

Making Ximena chuckled as she gave a kind smile back.

"Yeah.. they're always with us mijo~"

Morgana x Marc and the boys

Steven came home first before his wife and kids. The young man fidgeting with his backpack as he hanged it up.

He was tired from their trip back from New York. They had a few months out there dealing with Khonshu's deeds.

"Blood hell. Those stupid wankers in New York." He mumbled a bit as he noticed how the usual cleaned Victorian house looked.

Clothes and robes everywhere. His eyes flicker to his wife's library of books being litter on the floor.

He noticed even her crystal ball. Usually covered and tucked away was smashed on the floor.

The mirrors she had hung up were smahed and broken.

"Lads- You gotta see this." His voice was a bit shaky as he let Marc front. His eyes flickered as he stood straight. His hands flexing as he took it in.

Marc's eyebrows furried in confusion as he looked around the rest of the house.

"Girls! You're not home right?!" He called out trying to make sure none of his family was home.

Thankfully it was quiet.

Besides the bird coming in as he noticed his avatar being deranged

"What are you doing?" Khonshu's voice boomed as Marc sighed

"Can't you see I'm dealing with something? And you!" He pointed his finger at the god

"Can't be inside this house! Or aren't supposed to be!"

"Whoever or whatever did this. Broke her protection circle and her work. So I'm here now." He sassed the human as he stood in a corner. The bird looking around at the damage

"Someone knows what they were doing."

"Well that someone is gonna be murder if she comes home to this."

Khonshu laughs as he sneer at his avatar

"You fear that woman?"

"Fear? God no. But I do know not to piss her off. Have you seen what she can do? She took me out one night because a civilian was hitting on me."

He stared at the god as he stared back

"She banished me from your house"

"She really hates you. You should know that after what five years?" He gave him attitude back as Marc started to clean. He flinched when he felt a small burn.

"Ow!"

Khonshu walked over as he used his staff. Nudging the broken mirrors.

"Someone was here. Smarter than you even. Cursed all her objects. Only she can fix this. Or her gods."

Marc held his hand as he groaned. Knowing his wife was gonna be a storm to handle.

As the time did arrive. Marc cleaned what he could. But all her magical objects were out of his field

Morgana came home alone. Wearing a long frilly dress. She had meetings all day with the other clans -

"Marc Specter!"

Here it goes.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was gentle as she rushed into the kitchen. Seeing her husband as she noticed all her items broken

"I'm fine. How was the meeting?"

"It was a trap."

He moved and shook his head at her declaration.

"What?"

"Clearly it was. Because I know you value your life more than break my items."

Marc gentle nods his head as he sipped his espresso. A wince in his face as he hated the taste alone.

His eyes flicker as Steven came forward. Finishing the cup as he set another to brew

He smiled as he walked to his wife, grasping her hand as he spoke

"I'm terribly sorry my love. Those wankers deserve whatever you serve them back."

She smiled gently as she looked up to him. Her waves swirling as she stood on her tippy toes. Her little fangs brushed against his lips as she gave him a kiss.

"And that's why I love you boys. Always good at keeping me calm."

"I say other reasons too"

Her eyes widen as she wiped her head to the dreadful bird

"You're not supposed to be in my house!"

Khonshu sighs as he ran a boney hand down his beak

"Your protections got destroyed!"

"I know! No get out you good for nothing bird!" Morgana sassed him as she tapped her foot. Her house swirled and spun as the bird was thrown out

The broken items swirled as they picked up. Restored even as they set her things to their rightful spots. She was calm again. Her curls landing flat against her back. She brushed a few strands out of her face.

Everything was fixed. Her protections, her items, and her house. But she would have to find out who did this.

"I'll be in the attic. The girls are coming home with Adrian later. He took them out for dinner."

She seemed peeved, as she ascended the stairs. Her steps seem more eerie as she was out of sight.

All three knew something was wrong.

Jake pulled to the front as he told the others to shush

"I got her~"

Marc rolled his eyes at him as he sighs

"Oh you got her? What about us?"

"You two haven't seen... Everything she can do."

As Jake walked up the stairs. The attic seemed cold, he got a glimpse in as his wife was lighting her candles. She was in a black fluffy robe. Her hair in braids as she wrote on the floor in chalk.

Marc and Steven peer with Jake as they saw how cold she seemed.

"It's her worship room... Usually I don't bug her. Unless she needs help with something."

"What kind of something?" Steven asked as he noticed Jake scratched his cheek

"Sex rituals."

"And she's only asked you?" Marc asked as he seemed upset.

Jake smiled as he shook his head.

"Hey you two would freak out from the things we've seen."

The trio got silent as they noticed the room shaking. Morgana was moving with the air swirling around her. Her eyes shut as she was thinking.

Her hands ran through the chalk ward she made as she chanted

"Gods above. Gods below. Come and aid this witch. Come from sea and off the mountain peaks. I becon those I seek to aid me in my defeat"

Her eyes flickered open as she smiled. Seeing her two favorites floating besides her.

And Jake just watched. Seeing the gods in view.

Poor Marc and Steven were slightly confused why they could see them.

"Why can we see them???" Steven asked as he watched his wife talk.

Persephone and Hetec

The pair eyeing the woman. But small smiles to their lips as they took her offerings and her speech.

"Those clans should know better than to cause distrust with the Aradia clan. They left their own clues to know who it is child. Seek those clues. Find it and they'll reveal whom you seek." Hetec was calm as she gave her piece.

"If they seek to start a war. Knowing those other groups. All acting like children during these trying times for our kinds. But if they seek a war. They will receive one" the goddess vanished.

Leaving Avatar with her goddess

Persephone beamed as she floated over.

"I'll need a better offering child. You know the kind. And I think your husband's do too. But hear my words. If they believe a war is important during these times. They're mistaken. As fall creeps in, they might think this is the best time to strike. Keep a keen eye on your enemies my child. Anything can happen~" the goddess gave her a cryptic speech. Leaving her be as she floating away.

Morgana sighed as she didn't get what she expected. Her eyes flickered to the doorway as she noticed Jake

"Come here my love. We got some offerings to make~"

[agirlattea]

Mahoyaku Children’s Day Voice Lines: 

Central Wizards: 

Oz: When I was young, I lost to the twins countless times. I was once sealed in an iceberg and abandoned there. The next morning, they came for me, saying “Poor thing, it must have been cold”. At the time, I questioned the point of locking me away but… … Even now, I still question it. 

Arthur: When I was younger, I admired the way Sir Oz’s hair would flutter in the wind, and I wanted to grow out my own. At the time, I was told to refrain from doing so until I was powerful enough to protect myself, as parts of Wizard’s bodies can be used as mediums in spells, but… I wonder if it’s about time for me to match Sir Oz? 

Cain: Was becoming a knight my childhood wish? Yeah, of course! … Is what I wish I could say, but it was pretty different when I was little. According to my Mom, my dream was to become bacon until I was about three years old. Why? ‘Cuz it’s delicious… Hey, don’t laugh!

Riquet: My childhood memories… I enjoyed the time I spent talking with the Head Priest. He taught me what I needed to know and what I should do. I wonder what he is thinking, now that we have been separated… … I hope he feels lonely when he thinks of me. 

Northern Wizards: 

Snow: The other day, I witnessed a child fall down and cry on the street. When I summoned sweets with my magic, her tears ceased and she smiled. The expressions young children wear are always innocent. They do not yet harbor hidden intentions. It is touching* to see.

*Due to the roots of the word 愛しい (Itoshii), it can have a double meaning of both beloved/dear and pitiful. 

White: A strange child approached me on the street and offered a small flower as a token of gratitude. I thought her foolish for approaching a stranger but… it appears she was grateful for something Snow did for her to bring her back to her senses. This happens quite often. I think I will decorate our room with this flower for a while. 

Mithra: I don’t have any particular childhood memories. All I had to do was transport the corpses on my boat… now that I’ve remembered, I want to pick it up again. Please play the role of a corpse. I’m going to take you to the other side of the shore and throw you there, so please roll over docilely. 

Owen: I don’t have any childhood memories: I don’t remember anything… <Cur Memini>. Look, I’ve reverted the weak wizard’s hearts back to their childhood state, so go watch them. Most of the things children do are the same.  

Bradley: When I was a kid, my human siblings were still kicking. Every time I did something, people complained. They were weak and annoying, but when I look at the manor’s kiddos… I remember them.  

Eastern Wizards: 

Faust: I don’t have any grand childhood stories. I simply did my best to play the role as the head of my household, with the support of the adults in my village. I’ve been told I was polite and hard-working, I don’t think I was very cute. …That can’t possibly be true? Haha, you’re quite kind. 

Shino: My childhood memories aren’t great… No. Actually, there was a dream I had once ina. While that I liked. I was a rich man’s son. I went to nice restaurants with pocket money, had a nagging tutor, and fought with someone who was like my younger brother. That’s pretty nostalgic; I forgot about it until just now. 

Heathcliff: When I was a kid… ah, no. I was remembering a friend: an irreplaceable friend whom I met in the Orangery of the courtyard of my parent’s home. Someday, I will definitely take Shino with me to visit that friend once more. When I do, you should come as well, Master Sage. Please, allow me to introduce you once more.  

Nero: When I was a kid, huh… Well, I was born in a pretty bad place*. If I didn’t want to be abused and used by others, I had no choice but to be stringer than them. That’s probably why the first time someone praised me with “good job”… honestly, I barely understood what was happening. 

*Literally: A place with bad manners

Western Wizards: 

Shylock: Myself as a child? I loved the view from the top of the hill, and on sunny days I would stroll through the vineyards. At times, I would sneak grapes off the vines before the harvest… Even now I have not forgotten that fresh, sweet taste. 

Murr: What I was like as a child… hmm, I wonder? That’s right, lets ask this Red Beryl*! After all, this is something I cut myself as a kid. I’m sure it will still remember me though, I was young. <Eanul Lambru>!

*A type of gem 

Chloe: I cried pretty often when Rustica first found me, I’m sure it scared him. I mean, even when I ate delicious food, or wore beautiful clothes I cried. That’d surprise anyone, right? But each time, Rustica wiped my tears. That’s why, from now on, I’ll wipe his… 

Rustica: I tend to be quite forgetful, so I can’t tell you much about my childhood… instead, why don’t I change to the age you wanted to know about? Whether it’s the age Chloe and I met as or younger… fufu, very well then: <Amor Est Viesse>.

Southern Wizards: 

Figaro: I wasn’t very childish as a kid. Both adults and children relied on me, and I wanted to guide them in turn. I didn’t have a particularly childish childhood, but in that regard I’d say Oz and Mithra are quite similar to me. Don’t most Northern Wizards have stories like that?  

Rutile: Aaah! Glasses! …Ah, I’m sorry, Mr. Leno. Earlier, Mr. Owen cast a spell on me that turned me back into a child. The spell was already broken, but for some reason I’ve become really scared of glasses… Oh, Mr. Faust. Aaah! More glasses!

Lennox: A story from my childhood… I started working in the coal mines when I was young, so I don’t have many interesting stories. …That’s right, I remember being told I had long legs and looking forward to growing as big as my father. I was so proud when I outgrew him. I’m sure my father felt the same. 

Mitile: A portrait of me as a baby? …Ah, there is one, but I don’t want to show it to you. Because my head was so big as a baby… Mr. Figaro used to say it was “Rounder than the full moon” … Hey , Master Sage, please don’t laugh!

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[semburatsore]

THE UNSEEN CRACKS

I'm such a fool, believing in fairy tales—the prince of charming, a knight on a white horse.

Such a waste.

Remember the blades of wild grass singing and dancing with you, all the time. I was swallowed by fantasies, by the romance he had. Never thought of the birdies who always said hello to me. The kiddos who always gave me gifts, smiling and everything i needed. Why did i focus on the sunburn that gave me burnt skin, on wrinkles of a carrot and cracks in a snail's shell?

Think again.

Semburat Sore,

13.05.25

[goggles-mcgee]

Ive reread you poison apple au and im in love i just can help but imagine the fun raven and dex have with their kids

And apple who marrys her to continue the story i feel like shes stubborn enough to raise a child on lies of stolen happily ever afters

I cry this got buried in the asks ( I have over 140 TTuTT I'm trying to get through them)

Raven and Dex have so much fun with their kiddos! They love them so much and the family is almost always on Fairytales Scrollazine (Peoples Magazine XD) as they became somewhat local Spellebrities after everything that happened.

They have so many aunts and uncles who adore them and Raven's parents are a constant when the kids are young. Diana tried to play the step-sister card once to visit but that was shut down so fast.

With Apple, yeah, she did find someone who would marry her, but it was purely for her looks, and for her, it was purely to try and continue the storyline. There was no love lost between the two, and it's a known secret that the two have lovers here and there. But both do love their children. A boy and a girl. Darius Charmont Knight (yes, Apple named her son after Daring. She lost him once. Not again.) and Winter White Knight (after her lost birthright. Her husband argued their daughter would be made fun of but Apple insisted and overall went behind his back to name the children.) She tries to raise them to believe in their birthrights as a Prince Charming and Snow White but her husband does all he can to make sure it doesn't stick.

Divorce is not a thing really in Ever After. It's been done, but to do so, it's basically like putting a mark on you and your family. It's seen as shameful. But Apple's husband it basically at the end of his rope when he kids turn 6 and 5, respectively and all but demands a divorce from the Supreme Classic Council who grant it prettily easily once the evidence is presented and once they find out who his wife is.

Apple somehow got supervised visits.