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tsarisfanfiction · 24 days

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Remembrance

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Kayla, Apollo, Michael Human memories fade, and details get forgotten. Godly memories don't, and Apollo will always help his children, if they ask. TOApril Day 30 - Fading Memories. Longest fic of the month to round this TOApril up! Once again it took me a while to work out what I wanted to do with this one, but I definitely need more Apollo&Kayla and also more Kayla&Michael content in my life, so that's where this ended up. There's also a few easter eggs in here for some of my other fics, for the observant/readers with good memories!

Kayla huffed, dragging the box out from underneath the bench. Damn musicians, shoving all their stuff in the area that was supposed to be her nook, and especially damn the musicians that were also head counsellors that had enabled it.

Also Will, because Will hadn’t been a musician but he’d still let it happen (and Michael, but Kayla would always forgive Michael anything). No more. Kayla was head counsellor now, and even if it was only for her final year in camp, this nook at the back of the cabin was going to at least have space for her to stuff all the annoying things like chore schedules.

She wasn’t Austin, or Alice, or Will (or Michael). She wasn’t having that stuff in her personal part of the cabin, stressing her out with duty-based things in her safe, stress-free bunk. Not a chance. It could get banished to the back of the cabin like she knew other cabins did, for her to pick up when she had to and ignore when she didn’t.

Well, Kayla was realistic. She wasn’t going to get all of the instruments out of there; there was an entire orchestra’s worth, at least, and several of them were large and heavy, or otherwise not easily moveable – she sent the harp and the full sized drum kits a half-hearted glare, knowing full well that she was never going to win a fight with those particular sisters over the placement of their main instruments. Still, she could at least clear the flutes that hadn’t been used in years – Kayla didn’t think she’d ever seen any of them come out – off of the desk and find a different cranny to stow them in.

The same went for the crates worth of sheet music stowed under the desk, which was what she was currently trying to wrangle. For being simple sheets of music, they got heavy when there was a lot of them, rather like a whole pile of target faces all at once, and it took more than a bit of pulling and shoving before she got them moved over enough that she could pull a chair up and sit in it without her legs being crammed against crates.

Well, almost. She growled as her feet kicked against another one, and ducked back down under the desk to see if she could push that one further back, outside of accidental kicking range.

It refused to, so with another grumble she started to yank it forwards instead, not quite sure where she was going to move it to but determined that it wasn’t going to stay in too-close kicking reach. Kayla wasn’t tall like Austin or Jerry but she also wasn’t short like Yan and needed some leg room while she was doing head counsellor things.

When it finally came out, it was covered in dust, enough to make her nose itch. It also wasn’t sheet music, like she’d expected. Nor was it spare archery targets, which she would’ve been delighted to find – they were forever running out of those.

It was full of photographs.

Curious, she picked one up, puffing until the dust shifted. There were two boys in the photo – one young and gap-toothed, and the other… well, still young, but maybe at least a teenager. He had a lot of beads for someone Kayla guessed might be thirteen or so, but the younger kid – and he was really young, definitely nowhere near double digits – didn’t have a camp necklace at all. He had familiar blond waves and blue eyes, though, and Kayla realised it had to be Will, back when he’d been the baby of the cabin. The older boy must have been one of their siblings, with his own blond hair and darker blue-green eyes, but Kayla didn’t recognise him.

She set that one down and picked up another, wiping the dust off against her sleeve. This time, the faces were more familiar, more blond kids, but ones she knew she’d seen before. Their names didn’t come to her, but she was pretty certain that if she read through the names on the first bead of her necklace, she’d make the connections again. Unlike baby Will and the unnamed boy, these two were more rough and tumble, with the girl having the boy in a headlock while he clearly fought to get out of it. Both of them were laughing, though, and the camera was held at an angle, as if the photographer had been laughing too hard to keep it steady, too.

The third photograph made her freeze when the dust came off.

It was her, from behind. Her hair had been freshly dyed, with no sign of her natural colour at all, and Kayla had only dyed her hair like that for a short time before deciding she preferred to keep the crown of her head visibly ginger. She was at the archery range, bow in one hand and gesturing wildly with the other. Next to her, also with their back to the camera, was someone with black hair in a short pony tail, more or less the same height as eleven year old Kayla – gods, this had been taken six years ago – and gesturing back at her.

She didn’t recognise them. Not really. She knew who it was – of course she did, it was Michael, and she was sure she’d always remember the way he kept his hair tied back like that – but what she recognised was his bow, the beautiful horn horse bow that now lived in the attic of the Big House.

Staring at the photograph, she was suddenly hit with the realisation that she didn’t remember his face. She didn’t remember his voice, either. She remembered him being her big brother, that he’d spent hours and hours with her at the range, better than any of the Olympic archers Da had coached but completely disinterested in competition shooting, but she couldn’t remember his face.

Kayla had no idea what colour his eyes had been. If he’d had bangs or if his hair was all swept back into the ponytail. Details that felt like they should never be forgotten, but she couldn’t remember them.

Logically, she knew she’d only known Michael for a few months, which was basically no time at all compared to the length of time she’d since spent at camp, but with how often his name still flittered through her thoughts, it felt like she ought to remember him better than that.

It hurt, to realise that she didn’t.

Kayla dived back into the box, trying to find more photographs of him. There were a lot where there was a blur of black hair in the corner, or turning away, or with his back to the camera. She even found one with a younger-looking Alice braiding his hair, but Michael hadn’t been looking at the camera then, either. He’d been looking back at Alice as best he could without turning his head.

Still, it was the clearest one she’d found so far, and she cleared away more streaks of dust with her fingers until it was clean.

Seeing Michael with Alice reminded her that she was the only camper left in their cabin, now that Austin had left, that had met Michael. Raphael and Emma had arrived the next summer, and everyone else was even later than that. There was no-one else to show the photograph to and reminisce with, or try to remember with.

Okay, maybe she could go to Chiron, but as great as Chiron was, it didn’t feel right. Chiron hadn’t been any closer to Michael than he was to any other camper, she didn’t think. She didn’t know how he could have been. It wasn’t like he was family, really, although she was pretty sure he and Apollo-

Apollo. Dad.

Her dad, Michael’s dad.

She didn’t even finish thinking it through before she called him, startled when her voice sounded thick, like she’d been crying. She didn’t think she’d been crying.

The instant appearance of her dad, and the way he immediately wiped tears from her face, told her that she had been.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her, sitting cross-legged in the small patch of floor that wasn’t covered in photographs or musician things. It put him right in her personal space, but Kayla never minded that with her dad. Either of them, actually.

“I found these,” she said, waving photographs in his face. One of them was the first one she’d found, with her and Michael. Another was the one with Alice. “And I don’t… I don’t remember him, Dad.” A sob erupted from her throat. “I’ve always said he was my favourite brother, but I don’t… I don’t remember him!”

Part of her waited for him to poke her in the chest and tell her that actually, she did remember him. That he was in her heart, her favourite brother, and it didn’t matter if she couldn’t remember the exact shade of his eyes, or whether he usually had bangs. That was the sort of sappy thing people usually said, after all.

But he didn’t. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against his side, tucked under his arm like she was younger than she was, like she wasn’t now the most senior Apollo kid in camp.

“Do you want me to talk about him?” he offered, and her head snapped to look at him.

“Yes,” she said, latching onto the offer like it was a lifeboat. “Yes, Dad.”

He chuckled, quietly enough that it didn’t feel like he was laughing at her. “Okay,” he said, and plucked the photo of her and Michael from her fingers. She barely felt it go. “Michael was a fighter. And I don’t just mean because of the war, or his arguments with Clarisse – and he got into a lot of those with her. He was a fighter because he had something to fight for.” Kayla felt Apollo squeeze her shoulders. “You.”

The noise that escaped her was both unladylike – not that she cared – and very startled. “Me?”

Apollo gave a one shouldered shrug. “Well, his siblings. All of you,” he admitted. “Michael was always one for loving deeply, when he let someone in. He had a reputation for being harsh and prickly, especially with other campers, but beneath the thorns was a massive heart with so much love to give out, if they could make him believe they were worth it.”

“I don’t remember him being prickly,” Kayla admitted. “Except for the arguments with Clarisse.”

Apollo gave another chuckle. “He was always arguing with Clarisse,” he said, sounding fond. “That started his first day at camp and never stopped. Then again, I probably didn’t help matters,” he added, and that sounded sheepish.

Kayla twisted in his grip to look at him, astonished. “What did you do?” she demanded. Apollo’s smile definitely twisted into something sheepish.

“I claimed him,” he said, and Kayla frowned, because of course he did.

“How-?”

“I claimed him because he shot her in the thigh,” he clarified, and she felt her jaw drop. “It was the first time they’d met, and both of them were very volatile back when they were that age, more so than by the time you got here. They got into a fight, and well. It was the first time Michael had ever held a bow, and it was a beautiful shot. How could I not claim him for it?”

“You claimed him… because he shot Clarisse?” Kayla repeated slowly, trying to wrap her head around that. In some ways, it made sense. In other ways, it really didn’t. Then she registered the other thing he’d said. “Wait. He’d never held a bow before camp? Really?”

The one thing she definitely did remember was how amazing an archer Michael had been. It was the sort of skill that came from being an archer from the moment he was old enough to hold a bow – Kayla should know, she had the same skill – not from being a preteen, or maybe even a teenager, before ever touching one. Actually… “how old was he?”

“He was nine, at the time.” There was a story there, Kayla could tell, but Apollo didn’t show any signs of expanding on it, and she decided it wasn’t worth asking.

Demigods didn’t turn up at camp that young without a reason, and the reason was never a good one. Kayla didn’t need to know what Michael’s was. She didn’t want to know.

“He was amazing at archery,” she said, instead, and Apollo smiled fondly.

“That he was,” he agreed. “He could out shoot some of my sister’s Hunters. They hated him for it.” Kayla could imagine that – Thalia and Reyna were chill, but some of the Hunters were definitely snobbish over their perceived archer superiority. It was one of the reasons Kayla kept rejecting their recruitment pitches; they didn’t like being challenged by an archer who didn’t wear Artemis’ silver colours. She bet it was even worse with a boy.

“Serves them right,” she muttered, and leant back against her dad’s side again, reclaiming the photo of Michael and Alice. “I remember him being an amazing archer,” she admitted. “And his arguments with Clarisse. I just… I wish his face hadn’t faded.” She tapped at the photograph with a chipped nail. “The photographs aren’t clear enough.”

“I can make them clearer, if you want,” Apollo offered, and Kayla didn’t know how but she wasn’t going to turn down a chance to re-memorise Michael’s face. Properly, this time. She nodded.

Apollo held up a hand in front of them, palm up and loosely cupped, and hummed lightly.

Whatever Kayla had expected, it wasn’t for a ball of light to convalesce in front of them, swirling and shifting until Michael appeared in front of them, perching on the box full of dusty and abandoned photographs.

Kayla had forgotten how short he was.

She’d seen it in the photograph, how a sixteen year old Michael had been the same height as an eleven year old Kayla, but being seventeen herself now – gods, she was older than Michael when he’d died – and more or less fully grown it was stark, seeing him in front of her and realising that he really had been tiny.

He didn’t say anything, probably because he wasn’t real, just Apollo manipulating the light until it showed her her big brother again. Still, there was life in the way he looked like he was sitting, one leg straight down and the other knee raised up, foot on the edge of the box he was perched on, with one elbow resting on the knee. He wasn’t looking directly at them, but he was focused on something that only the apparition could see, and it was good enough for Kayla to finally, finally, remember the exact shade of brown his eyes had been.

He didn’t have bangs, either. There were some loose hairs that didn’t quite reach back into his ponytail that stuck out a little, but no bangs. He did have earrings, though, a single golden stud in the ear lobe.

Kayla had forgotten he’d had those. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever noticed them when he was alive and she’d taken his presence for granted, unlike the way she was drinking every detail in now, because this felt like a last chance.

Mortals weren’t supposed to dwell in the past.

Something warm dripped onto her cheek and she glanced up on instinct to see silent tears rolling slowly down her father’s face as he looked at the apparition he’d created. It was a comfort, to know that she wasn’t the only one affected by it.

Still, her eyes were drawn back to Michael, the ephemeral sight that wouldn’t last forever. His mouth was twisted into a slight smirk, confidence pouring off of him from his expression to his pose, and even though he looked small and young in a way Kayla knew he hadn’t when he’d still been alive and she’d been five years younger than him, rather than a year older, it felt right. Familiar. She was sure she’d seen that expression on that face many times before.

Apollo gave a shuddering breath, and raised his hand towards Michael again. His fingertips dipped into the illusion, and it rippled slightly. Kayla knew what was coming, and refused to look away as, slowly, Michael faded from sight again.

“It’s good to remember,” Apollo said hoarsely as her brother disappeared. Kayla wondered if she was supposed to feel worse, losing him again, but instead she thought it felt more like closure. “But don’t get trapped in the past. Keep looking forwards.” He squeezed her arm. “You’ve got a future ahead of you, and if he was still with us, Michael would be the first to tell you that you’ve got that Olympic gold in the bag next summer.”

Kayla remembered archery lessons with him, being pushed past anything Da had ever tried with her, because he’d known she could keep up, even back then. “He would,” she agreed. “I miss him, Dad. I know I only knew him for a few months, but… I miss him.”

“I know,” Apollo said. “So do I.” He reached out and picked up some of the other photos, of familiar and semi-familiar and unfamiliar faces. “I miss all of them.”

Kayla plucked another one from the floor – the one with the two blonds wrestling. Both of them had died in Manhattan, she was more certain of that, now. Siblings she’d known but not for long enough, although with her mind in reminiscing mode she found names finally climbing to the front of her memory. Nathan and Robyn. She didn’t think she’d ever seen one without the other.

Looking at them, with their semi-familiar faces, and the other photos still strewn around from her frantic hunt for pictures of Michael’s face, she found an idea forming in the back of her mind, and she barely let it finish before she spoke.

“Dad?”

He hummed, turning his head towards her.

“Help me put these up on the walls?” She gestured to the box. It wasn’t like it was doing anything except getting in her way under the desk, and photographs deserved to be looked at. Her siblings deserved to be remembered, not stashed away and forgotten.

He stared at her for a moment, clearly not expecting the request, before his whole body softened.

“I’d love to.”

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tsarinatorment · 2 years

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About a week ago, I posted a WIP graphic that represented a bunch of the Apollo kids (mostly ocs but including canon) using their camp necklaces. At the time, it went back to only kids that were in camp when Will was, but that’s now been expanded as far back as all the kids Lee ever knew!

Another change is the post-TOA year bead; originally I had a design for The Sun and the Stars, but as that book’s looking more and more like it’s taking place the same summer as TON and therefore won’t have its own bead, I’ve replaced it with a new design!

As always, bead designs are free to borrow with credit, but please don’t use my ocs’ names! (You are, however, welcome to use the full names I’ve assigned to Yan, Jerry and Gracie, once again with credit).

Questions about the beads or the ocs or canon kids are all very welcome!

I’ll list their names properly under the cut in case the graphic’s a bit hard to read, as well as preferred names if different, pronouns and nationalities! Head counsellors are also indicated, and whether they’re an oc, named canon character, or unnamed canon character.

All are listed in order of arrival at camp.

Kim Ha-Yoon // 김 하윤 (she/her); South Korean (*head counsellor) - oc Kelly Boyd (she/her); Irish - oc Ray Strickland (he/him); American - oc Aarohi Sengupta // আরহী সেনগুপ্ত (she/her); Indian/Bengali - oc Owen Bell (he/him); American - oc Lasse Åkerström (he/him); Swedish - oc Elizabeth “Lizzy” White (she/her); American (*head counsellor) - oc Gabriel Moss (he/him); American - oc Mitchell “Mitch” Green (he/him); Canadian - oc Gilbert “Gil” Weeks (he/him); American - oc Michelle Best (she/her); American - oc Lauren Best (she/her); American - oc Emily Teague (she/her); American (*head counsellor) - oc Baird McNeilly (he/him); Scottish - oc Clara Wolff (she/her); German - oc Lyam Pastrana (he/him); Puerto Rican - oc Ceridwen “Ceri” Priddy (she/her); Welsh - oc Lee Fletcher (he/him); American (*head counsellor) - named canon Yvonne Calvert (she/her); Canadian - oc Laura Piper (she/her); American - oc Melody York (she/her); American - oc Helen Sangster (she/her); American - oc Brendan Howard (he/him); Canadian - oc Reece Gold (he/him); American - oc Bran Thrussell (he/him); American - oc Daisy Teague (she/her); American - oc Michael Yew (he/him); American (*head counsellor) - named canon Lear Howard (he/him); Canadian - oc Lawrence Hunter (he/him); Canadian - oc Dawn Harper (she/her); American - oc Phoebe Buckley (she/her); American - oc William “Will” Solace (he/him); American (*head counsellor) - named canon Morton Shepherd (he/him); American - oc Robyn Archer (she/her); American - oc Xavier Campara (he/him); Spanish - oc Joy Norris (she/her); American - oc Alice Tuner (she/her); American - oc Nye Rimmer (he/him); American - oc Sally Farmer (she/her); American - oc Elias Robinson (he/him); American - oc Nathan Lister (he/him); American - unnamed canon Tristan “Tris” Barnes (he/him); Canadian - oc Samson “Sam” Clair (he/him); American - oc Austin Lake (he/him); American - named canon Kayla Knowles (she/her); Canadian - named canon Raphael Diego (he/him); Mexican - oc Emma Bard (she/her); American - oc Cheung Yan // 张焰 (they/them); Chinese/Hong-Kong - (half-)named canon Jeremy “Jerry” Allen (he/him); English - (half-)named canon Gracie Crowe (she/her); American - (half-)named canon Merida Stringer (she/her); Scottish - oc Robin Stringer (he/him); Scottish - oc

(a huge thanks to @burning-moths, their unnamed friend, and @ferodactyl for helping me with Ha-Yoon, Aarohi and Yan’s names and being general sensitivity checkers. Of course, any persisting mistakes are all on me, not them!)

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kyouka-supremacy · 1 year

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@nyusenkas Thank you for the tag Nyusa!! Hope you're doing well sweetie 💕💕

Five songs I've been listening to lately! Actually not having been listening to any song in particular lately, so here's five songs I've been thinking about a lot in the last period. With self-indulgent descriptions because I never have anyone to talk about Vocaloid with and it's Saturday sooo

Meltdown - Iroha ft. Kagamine Rin

Easily my favorite vocaloid song ever. Iroha's tuning of Rin is flawless and makes her voice really enjoyable for me despite she's far from being my favorite voice bank. The music is amazing the lyrics keep me awake at night 10/10 play this at my funeral

Patchwork Staccato - Toa ft. Hatsune Miku

Self indulgent Akutagawa song <3 The music is wonderful and the sweet append + dark lyrics is such a haunting combo. Thinking about the “you, I'd rather you just stop existing” line every day

My Love is Hellfire - SLAVE.V-V-R ft. Meiko

Meiko is one of my favorite voice banks but it's so hard to find a satisfying tuning!!!! The tuning in this looks like someone was having so much fun pushing Meiko's voice to its limits, I get why the many high-pitched notes may come off as annoying to some but to me it's lovely to listen to!

Alice in Freezer - Orangestar ft. IA

Another song I think about non-stop, it's just... Ethereal. This is a relatively less known song compared to Orangestar's other compositions, but it's such a favorite of mine... This is what heaven sounds like in my mind. I really like when tuners do that very high-pitched thing with vocals, if that wasn't already clear by the last *check* well all the previously mentioned songs

Common World Domination - Pinocchio-P ft. Hatsune Miku

Pinocchio-P my beloved one of my favorite producers ever!!!! This song is simultaneously amusing and haunting and it's just. So good. Miku's dark append is great and producers should really use appends more because they're so good and so fun to experiment with!!!

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#tag games #Honorable mention How To World Domination favorite Akutagawa siblings song I couldn't make fit #“Do you listen to anything that isn't Vocaloid” no I don't next question ❤️

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emo--chanel · 1 year

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neqopovaci · 2 years

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miss-ute · 2 years

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for @thymefortea

#call the midwife #s11e07 #angela turner #alice brown #tedyy tuner #edward shaw #look at them!!!!#plus where the hell is MAY? haha

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queenofcats17 · 6 years

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Okay let's take some more "Toon-Like" Jane (super over the top exaggerated movements that would be exaggerated movements to any other normal toon, and hammerspace as well as packing magic) and her ink-bending and shaping capability, and some Leaf, mix it in with a pinch of Viper (you remember her, right?) And also some everyone that worked at JDS living with Henry, and let's put some of the Toon trio in to the mix as well. Fluff and angst, and go! :D

I’ll do my best

They’d all gotten out. They’d gotten out and they were living in Henry’s house. It wasn’t easy, adjusting to life outside the studio, but they were taking it one day at a time. Jane was especially delighted by having the crew of Joey Drew Studios back and mostly in good health. She enjoyed their company immensely. And they liked having her around too. Most of the time. Jane definitely had a mischievous streak a mile wide, one that Leaf had as well. They rather enjoyed playing pranks on the former members of the studio. The pranks were generally harmless, succeeding mostly in annoying the recipients. Sammy was their favorite one to mess with since his reactions were just so funny. They’d just pulled a prank on him and had gone streaking out of the room, leaving clouds of dust in their silhouettes.

“I’M GOING TO KILL BOTH OF YOU!” Sammy roared, running out of the room behind them. He had a bucket on his head and was completely drenched in water. Most of the former employees had been returned to their human states by this point.

“Sammy, it’s too early for this.” Wally groaned from the couch. Thomas, who was sleeping on the floor with Grant, gave Sammy a look that chilled the music director to his very core.

“I’m going to go get some coffee,” Sammy muttered, heading to the kitchen. Upstairs, Jane and Bendy ducked into the room where Alice and Boris were sleeping, both giggling like crazy.

“Okay, what did you do this time?” Alice asked, sitting up and putting her hands on her hips.

“Nooothing~” Jane said in a sing-song voice.

“You’re not messing with Mr. Sammy, are you?” Boris asked, looking much more concerned than Alice.

“What? us? No!” Bendy waved a hand dismissively. “We’re little angels~”

“No, I’m an angel.” Alice said. “You’re a demon.”

“America’s favorite Little Devil Darlin’!” Leaf gave her a wink. “And don’t you forget it~” Alice rolled her eyes.

“I’m going back to bed.” She curled back up in her bed, pulling the covers over her head. “Don’t come crying to me if Sammy kills you.”

“You know you love me~” Bendy sang, dragging Jane out of the room. They went to visit Norman next. Most of the time, Norman didn’t remember anyone or anything. But if they talked to him, sometimes he remembered. Jane peeked into Norman’s room. It was usually kept dark because Norman had a sensitivity to light after having the projector on his head for so long.

“Mr. Polk?” She whispered, creeping in. Leaf crept in behind her, closing the door behind them. The shape on the bed moved, and Norman sat up.

“Who’s there?” He rasped.

“It’s Jane,” Jane said. “Jane and Leaf.” Norman squinted at them, his eyes unfocused.

“Why are you here?” He tilted his head to the side.

“We just wanted to see how you were doing.” Leaf said. “You hungry?”

“I am a bit hungry.” Norman nodded. Jane screwed her face up in concentration before pulling out a sandwich.

“Hope you don’t mind ham and cheese.” She handed it over.

“I don’t mind at all.” Norman nodded, taking a bite. They chatted for a long time, trying to remind him of who he was. Norman listened quietly, nodding to everything. But recognition never dawned in his eyes. They remained unfocused. In the end, they had to leave when Norman grew tired. They’d tried their best. Maybe they’d get some results another day.

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #leaf #bendy the dancing demon #alice angel #jane cosmos tuner #norman polk #sammy lawrence #boris the wolf #wally franks

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HETALIA PICK UP LINES MASTERPOST:

Yes, these are meant to be cringy, no, I’m not sorry.

ALLIES

America: Don’t worry if you’re only wearing stripes, ‘cause I’ll make you see stars tonight! Canada: Are you a maple tree? ‘Cause I’d tap that. China: Pick up line? No idea. Want to go out tonight? (he’s an old man okay give him a break) France: Would you like to see my Eiffel Tower tonight? England: Is your name Alice? Because I’m lost in your wonderland. Russia: Hey comrade, quit Stalin’, let's share the means of reproduction.

AXIS

Germany: Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie to my journal? Italy: Are you spaghetti because I want you to meat my balls Japan: Forget about foreplay and filler rice, let's get straight to sashimi.

BALTICS

Estonia: You make my software turn into hardware! Lithuania: Life without you is like a pencil... pointless! Latvia: I wish I were cross-eyed so I can see you twice.

EASTERN EUROPE

Romania: I'm like a vampire, but I am not hungry for your love and instead, I want your beautiful heart. Bulgaria: You must be frozen yogurt, because I want to spoon you. Ukraine: Did you work at Chernobyl? Because I feel my control rod moving. Belarus: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I have a knife. Get in the car. Moldova: Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?

MEDITERRANEAN EUROPE

Spain: Do you like fruit because I love you from my head tomatoes Romano: Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living? Greece: I have a cat, she would like to meet you. Turkey: You know…if your other boyfriend doesn’t show, I’ll be sitting over there looking all tall, dark, and handsome. Portugal: Do I know you from somewhere? And wow…you’re even more adorable up close. Vatican City: God said it is not good for man to be alone. So how about it? Monaco: Did I tell you I'm filthy rich and my mother's dead?

NORDIC EUROPE

Denmark: I always thought happiness started with H. But, why does mine start with U? Sweden: If you’d like to come with me to IKEA, I can get you a one night stand Finland: Do you like heavy metal, ‘cause I can teach you how to scream Norway: Are you a magician? Because every time I look into your eyes, everyone else suddenly disappears. Iceland: I lost my scarf, can I wrap you around me instead?

LOW COUNTRIES

Belgium: I’d take you to a chocolate shop, but you’re already so sweet. Netherlands: You must be debt because my interest in you is definitely growing. Luxembourg: I’m letting girls take body shots off my amazing torso for 5 euro’s. How many can I count you in for?

CENTRAL EUROPE

Austria: Would you like to borrow my tuner? You're looking pretty sharp to me. Slovakia: Are you religious, because you’re the answer to all my prayers Czechia: I like my men like I like my books---well read and in leather. Switzerland: You must be bleu cheese, because I like the way you’re dressing. Hungary: Boy are you a frying pan? Cause you are sizzling hot. Liechtenstein: Do you believe in love at first sight—or should I walk by again? Poland: You can fall from the sky, you can fall from a tree, but the best place to fall... is in love with me! Prussia: Nothing’s as awesome as me - except the thought of us together!

ASIA

Hong Kong: Hey, feel my sweater. You know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material Macau: Do you mind if I walk home with you? My mother always told me to follow my dreams. South Korea: Are you from Korea, because you could be my Seoul mate! Taiwan: Roses are red, my face is too, but that only happens when I’m around you. Thailand: If you stood in front of a mirror and held up eleven roses, you’d see the twelve most beautiful things in the world Vietnam: My ability to speak was taken away by your beauty, please take this card as a substitute India: I’m placing you on the endangered species list, because you’re one of a kind.

AFRICA

Egypt: Are you a camel, because I’d hump you Seychelles: I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran my boat into yours. So, I am going to need your name and number for insurance purposes. Cameroon: There are 30 million grains of sand on this beach, but there's only one you.

OCEANIA + CARIBBEAN

Australia: You want an Aussie kiss? It's like french but down under. New Zealand: I would leave 99 sheep to come and find you... and then I would carry you home joyfully on my shoulder Cuba: Are you a cigar, because you’re smoking hot!

Let me know if I’m missing anyone (or if there’s someone you want to see, or someone you’ve got a better line for), just reply to this post or send an ask!

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My little theory about the work of the train, its engine and its power supply. Version with changes, after the 8th episode of the second season.

In the eighth series, it was shown that our train has a hydrogen engine. Hydrogen is produced by electrolysis of water, which is obtained by melting snow. The snow outside is collected by special receivers.

The electrolysis of water produces oxygen and hydrogen. We do not know if oxygen is used to operate the main engine, but since we use hydrogen, the need for a large, powerful electric motor for a locomotive, which was present in the previous version of the theory, disappears. Since the locomotive does not have this electric motor, it means that there is no one of the largest energy consumers either.

Yes - electrolysis also requires electricity, but the energy consumption for electrolysis is much less than for the operation of a powerful electric motor.

Thus, there are changes in the general balance of energy on the Walking One (in comparison with the previous version of the theory). Less energy is consumed by a locomotive - more energy becomes available to operate other systems.

Also, the 8th series unambiguously confirmed what was described in the previous version of the theory. We made sure that the carriages are connected to the generators and provide power to the entire train. When Mr. Wilford said that Big Alice could push the Walker while he had his own engine turned off, he added that this would require disabling the undercarts to reduce drag. This logically fits into the theory, since working generators on bogies create resistance, thereby slowing down the train. This was confirmed by the fact that when the carriages were turned off by the tuners, the entire train was left without energy (not counting the energy in the battery cars). The shutdown of the carriages - the generators were turned off, thereby the level of energy production - dropped to zero. Ben also said that if they shut down the undercarts (and therefore the generators) they would not have enough energy to restart the systems.

The number of generators on the undercarriage remains an open question.

Total:

1. It was finally confirmed that Walker's undercarts are equipped with generators that provide energy to everything on the train.

2. The type of engine in the locomotive is hydrogen. Which one is still unknown.

3. The exact number of power-generating carts is unknown. Presumably - 200.

Considering I know nothing about the technical specs this answered a lot of questions! Thank you

#snowpiercer #snowpiercer tnt #asks

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Our Last Hope

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by Molly_Is_A_Fangirl

Harry and Hermione were running away from Professor Umbridge when Harry accidentally knocked over a time tuner, breaking it. It sends him and Hermione back in time to his parent's fifth year. What are they going to do when Headmaster Dumbledore informs them that he can't return them. And will everyone find out what the future holds?

Basically another Harry Potter Time travel fic because that's all I've been reading for the past three weeks.

Words: 2166, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew/ Dorcus Meadeows, Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom

Additional Tags: Time Travel

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#ao3feed #fanfic #Harry Potter #Jily #James Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Potter #Lily Evans Potter

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ghost-with-the-toast · 6 years

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Dual Enter: A Completely Serious Undertale AU

🤺🥜🧙‍♂️🏹🍝💀🐐🐟🦎❤️🌳🐜🏄‍♂️🧜‍♀️👨‍🏫🎭

Tired single parent Dale Tuner takes his daughter, Lea Turned, on a hiking trip to take their minds off his recent divorce from his husband and step-father of Lea, Elan Trued. Forced by a sudden thunderstorm to take shelter, Dale witnesses Lea fall down a hole in the back of the cave, vanishing into the dark - not seeing that something, a sort of dark tendril, had wrapped around her ankle.

Panicking, he tries to call for help only to find there’s no mobile signal. Faint noises from below cause him to realise that his daughter is still alive; coming closer to the hole, he too finds himself falling into the darkness...

He wakes up on a patch of flowers and is greeted by nobody at all. He makes his way through the Ruins and meets a bizarre, almost goat-like humanoid lady who tells him that Lea has been and gone. That there’s no way of escaping the cave by going through the hole or any other way. She tells him that Lea is going to the castle, where the only method of escaping their rocky prison awaits. But not for Lea, only for the monsters - since the method requires her soul.

Furious, Dale sets out to rescue his daughter and find a way to get out of there. But time’s ticking, as the monsters are looking hard for their key to freedom...

Out in the land of the monsters, Dale finds a place torn into pieces by four clashing powers and on the brink of war. There’s a revolt brewing against King Asgore, three armies lead by three almost-identical figures forming as the impatience of the trapped monsters reaches boiling point. Lea has become a pawn for these armies, which their leaders each seeking to snatch the key to freedom and the eternal gratitude of monsterkind. Whoever takes the human’s soul first will be the winner of their three-way war. And they all want to win.

As tensions rise, a new phenomenon has gripped the underground - duelling. Since there’s so few monsters, an all-out war to the death would likely wipe them all out. So they’ve developed a system of non-lethal duels, with each monster capturing their enemies like chess pieces. Of course, a human has the power to become not just the most powerful but the deadliest duelist in all the land.

And in the midst of all this, a billowing, boiling shadow and a bright, blinding light lurk in the dreams of monsters and in the places none dare to tread.

If Dale isn’t careful, both monsterkind and humankind could bite the dust.

Residents of the underground include:

Dale Tuner - unwilling recent arrival. Once a widower and now divorced, he nevertheless has a loving relationship with his eleven-year-old daughter Lea. Like many, he copes with things through the use of humour. Enjoys neo-Dadaism. Fortunately, he used to be in the fencing class in high school. Unfortunately, high school was a long time ago.

Lea Turned - unwilling pawn and modern Alice down the rabbit hole. At eleven years old, she’s not sure what she wants to be. But she’s willing to try a lot of things. Probably on the spectrum. Always has her camera with her, along with her umbrella and MP3 player. Doesn’t like mustard.

Earl Ed Nut - the one and only Ed Nut, accept no imitations. A former Captain of the Royal Guard who vanished suddenly one day after getting into a fight with - and some say trying to assassinate - King Asgore, he reappeared suddenly after a long absence. But not alone... Bold and brash, he charges into battle with his trusty sword and shield.

Real Ed Nut - the one and only Ed Nut, accept no imitations. A former Captain of the Royal Guard who vanished suddenly one day after getting into a fight with - and some say trying to assassinate - King Asgore, he reappeared suddenly after a long absence. Unlike the armoured, sword-wielding Earl, this sneaky lad favours a bow and twin daggers.

Neutral Ed - the one and only Ed Nut, accept no imitations. A former Captain of the Royal Guard who vanished suddenly one day after getting into a fight with - and some say trying to assassinate - King Asgore, he reappeared suddenly after a long absence. Uses powerful magics of earth, wind, fire, and soul. Appears to be biding his time.

Alder Tune - a sort of semi-sapient tree that shapes its trunks and branches into a natural woodwind instrument. Can also slap you silly with those branches if look like you’re not enjoying its tunes.

Tad Unreel - a merman with legs. Despite being a monster in a world full of magic, they manage to be the Fox Mulder of the underground. Won his legs in a surfboarding contest but refuses to explain how. The only one who believes the old stories about the Unaltered and the Altered Nu.

El Nude Rat - a shaved rat. A horrible little man. Yet somehow very popular amongst some residents of the underground.

Tundra Eel - an eel that likes cold places but craves hot cocoa with whip cream and marshmallows. Pity you can’t drink hot cocoa underwater.

Daunt Leer - a crabby old witch with a foul expression. A famed spellcaster named after her signature spell. Or is it the other way around? Despite her magical power, she’s aligned herself with the Real Ed.

Ant Dueler - a follower of the Earl, they might be small but their sword is still sharp! While you were busy being heterosexual, they were studying the blade. Sold their gender years ago for more swords.

Tan Dueler - a surfboarding magician-duellist and follower of Neutral Ed. Has a grudge against Tad Unreel for reasons she refuses to explain.

Renal Duet - a pair of kidney-monsters who want to become idol singers. They’re conjoined twins but singing in harmony isn’t coming easy...

A Nerd Lute - a living, speaking instrument who’s very geeky. Part of the Renal Duet’s band along with Real Tuned and Lunar Teed.

Lad Tureen - a keen young chef who specialises in soups. Hot, hot soups that can serve as a weapon in a pinch. Usually when people tell them that they’re sick of eating soup. Serves the Earl... lots of soup.

Lad Tenure - a keen young teacher who’s a minefield of useful information and dubious facts. Follows the Real Ed.

Neutral Lad - a keen young illusion specialist. Acts as a spy for Neutral Ed, though nobody knows it because they’re the master of disguise.

Ultra Need - he needs it! What is it? He doesn’t know, but he needs it! If you stick around him for too long, then you’ll need it too!

Tuna Elder - very old seafood. Follows King Asgore, hates humans.

Dental Rue - she wants your teeth when you’re done with them.

Aunt Elder - everyone’s auntie. Even an auntie to lost humans. Always has snacks and stickers ready, as well as advice that may or may not be useful. Something of a vodka aunt. Ex-Royal Guard. Hates the Earl.

The Unaltered - a mysterious shadowy force that follows Dale around and might have something to do with the disappearance and sudden reappearance of the three Ed Nuts. Doesn’t like humans or Asgore.

Altered Nu - they live in the light. Don’t go into the light. Don’t go into the light. Don’t go into the light. Don’t go into the light. Don’t go into the light.

#undertale #deltarune #undertale au #ut au #text post #the toast ghost speaks

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Third Time Lucky

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Angst Characters: Alice (OC), Will, Lee, Michael The death of one head counsellor was unlucky. The death of two was a coincidence. A third would be a pattern. TOApril day 17 - The Cyclical Nature of Things. I immediately thought of Cabin Seven's tendency to have their head counsellors die, so that's my twist on this prompt! This fic is set the same summer as TON, although later on, and is during whatever quest Will ends up on (this could easily be seen as a companion fic to Stolen God or Eclipse, if you so desire, or any other story where Will goes on a quest that summer).

Will was on a quest, and Alice hated it.

Okay, so being temporarily in charge of the cabin wasn’t terrible – her younger siblings were reasonably easy to corral, all in all, and Alice had never had a problem with putting her foot down, although the comforting-younger-siblings-when-upset thing wasn’t quite so much her forte. It was even good practice, for when the role fell onto her shoulders.

What she didn’t like was the fear that kept creeping in to her mind and heart whenever she stopped to think about her brother’s absence. It wasn’t so much feeling the lack of support of a big brother, the way she knew the others were feeling – how could it be, when Alice had never really seen Will as her big brother. There was only four months between them, and even though Will had been at camp years longer than her, and was a year-rounder against her summer stays, he’d never felt older.

No, Alice wasn’t suddenly adjusting to the lack of a big brother to tell her what to do (and be the one to comfort her when something got to her, because teenage hormones were stupid and she hated them).

Instead, she was scared, because she had a terrible track record for head counsellors, and Will being off on some quest or other rather than staying in the relative safety of camp was not helping her sleep soundly at night.

He was her third head counsellor, and neither of the other two had lived to leave camp.

She still remembered Lee, taking her by the hand after she’d been claimed and leading her straight into their cabin, showing her a bunk and letting her jump on the bed even when the frame started to creak in protest. It had been a massive change from her mom threatening that her bed would break and she wouldn’t get another one if she did break the perfectly serviceable one that she had. So massive, in fact, that when she’d challenged Lee about it, he’d challenged her right back.

“Those beds won’t break,” he’d told her, and that had spurred Alice on to greater and greater bounces, feeling the wood groan and flex beneath the mattress.

He’d been right. Her bunk had never broken, no matter what she’d done on it.

Lee’s skull had, and that was a thought she was packing straight back into its box again.

When he’d discovered her oboe – not that it had taken him long at all, and Alice hadn’t exactly been hiding it – he’d shown her where she could keep it, and dug out sheet music so she had new things to try.

The oboe and the flute sounded good together, and they’d duetted more than once. Alberto Ginastera was a staple, but there were other pieces labelled anon that Lee had plucked out of who-knew-where, and she didn’t know if he’d written those himself, or if he’d got them from Apollo, but she’d never come across them outside of camp and that felt like it meant something.

She hadn’t played any of those pieces since his death. She wasn’t sure if she ever would. The flute wasn’t exactly a rare instrument, but the sound of one always, always, made her think of her big brother, her first and longest-running head counsellor, and the idea of duetting with one… Maybe she would one day, but not yet.

Because Lee was dead and that had hurt, but it was war and death was an inevitability (not that that made it any less painful). Other cabins also lost head counsellors, they weren’t special for that.

But then there was Michael, and he couldn’t have been more different from Lee, but he’d been her big brother, too (in age if not stature). Running to him after a bad dream wasn’t the same as running to Lee, because Lee was good with words while Michael spoke louder with actions, but the comfort had been there all the same.

Michael had a temper and a reputation, but even when Alice had pushed and pushed and pushed, he’d never snapped at her or her bullshit. She still remembered the day he let her braid his hair, the way that he called out her brazen lie about how his hair was the longest in the cabin with a deadpan look and nothing more.

She still had the photos that Lee had taken, but they were only plastered over her wall at her mom’s house, along with so many others from her summers at camp. There weren’t any photos of their dead siblings in the cabin, because that hurt too much.

Not her – she liked the reminder, the memories of the good times where they were just siblings messing around and not child soldiers fighting and dying in war – but others. Will, mostly, if she cared enough to point fingers, and on some days she did but most of the time she didn’t.

Because if Will was the reason, then it meant that Will was still alive, and Alice had lost two head counsellors (and many more siblings) already. It almost seemed like a thing, that cabin seven had done something to upset the Fates enough that things kept going wrong for them.

First Lee, then Michael. Then there’d been her dad turned mortal, although Alice had managed to miss the entire thing and only found out about it when she got to camp and discovered she’d missed him by mere days (she’d also missed another battle, and she couldn’t be sad about that. Mad, because she had three more little siblings now, and sending them off to fight without older siblings to protect them felt wrong).

Now Will was off on a quest, and it had been bad enough last summer, when he’d left her in charge on the backline of the battlefield while he slunk around the front lines. She’d been certain he was going to die, then, and might have spent several nights in his bed once they were finally all free from night-and-day infirmary duties, clinging to her almost-twin and reassuring herself that she hadn’t lost him, too.

Him throwing himself into a dangerous situation again was not helping her nerves at all. It felt like he’d already taken all of his allocated luck in surviving last summer’s war, and that this quest was just tempting fate.

Alice didn’t know if she trusted fate enough to bring her brother back again. Given their track record of dying head counsellors, she leaned towards not a chance in Hades and prayed, instead. Prayed to the Fates, to Apollo, to Hades and Thanatos and any other god that cared to listen and maybe, maybe do something about it.

Maybe, they’d break the pattern.

#trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfiction #toapril #toapril 2024 #tsari writes fanfiction #alice tuner #original character #will solace #lee fletcher #michael yew #cabin seven #apollo cabin

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tsarinatorment · 2 years

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[Tsari’s] Cabin Seven Kids!

Been working on these for a while - only quick concept doodles so some liability to change especially some of the skin colours - but these are all the Apollo kids that the canon kids would have known, i.e. I populated the entire cabin from my headcanon of Lee’s arrival through to a year post-TOA. Fifty two campers in all - eight canon and 44 ocs!

I am more than happy to talk about or answer questions on any of these kids, oc or canon, so feel free to ask away!

Names are under the cut in case they’re not legible on the image. The kids are listed in age order based on DoB, not based on their date of arrival.

Row 1: Ray Strickland // Owen Bell // Kelly Boyd // Aarohi Sengupta // Lasse Åkerström // Mitchell “Mitch” Green // Kim Ha-Yoon // Gabriel Moss

Row 2: Gilbert “Gil” Weeks // Clara Wolff // Michelle Best // Lauren Best // Elizabeth “Lizzy” White // Baird McNeilly // Lyam Pastrana // Ceridwen “Ceri” Priddy

Row 3: Emily Teague // Yvonne Calvert // Laura Piper // Helen Sangster // Brendan Howard // Reece Gold // Melody York // Bran Thrussell

Row 4: Daisy Teague // Lear Howard // Lawrence Hunter // Dawn Harper // Morton Shepherd // Lee Fletcher // Phoebe Buckley // Joy Norris

Row 5: Michael Yew // Nathan Lister // Robyn Archer // Xavier Campara // William “Will” Solace // Alice Tuner // Samson “Sam” Clair // Elias Robinson

Row 6: Nye Rimmer // Sally Farmer // Austin Lake // Tristan “Tris” Barnes // Kayla Knowles // Raphael Diego // Cheung Yan // Emma Bard

Row 7: Jeremy “Jerry” Allen // Gracie Crowe // Merida Stringer // Robin Stringer

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lindsay36ho · 3 years

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Piano Day 2021

Piano Day is an annual worldwide event originally founded in 2015 by Nils Frahm and a group of likeminded people and takes place on the 88th day of the year – in 2021 it’s the 29th March, explained by the number of keys on the instrument being celebrated.

“Why does the world need a Piano Day? For many reasons. But mostly, because it doesn’t hurt to celebrate the piano and everything around it: performers, composers, piano builders, tuners, movers and most important, the listener.” – Nils Frahm

Official website: pianoday.org

Exclusive broadcasts from ARTE

The artist lineup from the Théâtre de l’Épée de bois, Paris displays a a rich and varied palette of piano music. The different spaces of the theatre will welcome live performances by Alexandre Kantorow, Sofiane Pamart, Macha Gharibian, Etienne Jaumet & Fabrizio Rat, and last but not least Françoiz Breut & Marc Melià.

DG Global Livestream

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Deutsche Grammophon again marks #WorldPianoDay March 28, 3pm CET, with an international virtual festival featuring performances by members of its family of artists, live-streamed on their YouTube channel The programme includes keyboard classics on the one hand and a selection of contemporary works performed by their composers on the other. The artists, featuring DG, further UMG and guest pianists, include (in order of appearance): Maria João Pires, Yannick Nézet-Séguin, Alice Sara Ott, Jan Lisiecki, Lang Lang, Rudolf Buchbinder, Kit Armstrong, Kirill Gerstein, Daniil Trifonov, Seong-Jin Cho, Katia & Marielle Labèque, Joep Beving, Chad Lawson, Balmorhea, Rui Massena and Yiruma.

As in the past, the piano remains the chief instrument for musical invention today. The virtual festival therefore also includes a selection of contemporary works performed by their composers, all of whom are part of the Universal Music family of artists. In particular Joep Beving will perform a special track which he has created for World Piano Day and which will be releasd worldwide across all digital retail partners. The piece is called Losar, which is the name of the Tibetan New Year festivities. The composer and pianist was inspired by the way the Tibetans celebrate the coming of a new cycle.

from Piano Street’s Classical Piano News https://www.pianostreet.com/blog/piano-news/piano-day-2021-11035/

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Don’t Call Me Sentimental

It started as a prompt given to me by the lovely @theonceoverthinker and evolved from that—a gift-giving story between the now-awake Regina and Wish Hook. A little bit of Regal Believer and KnightRook, too.

Chapter: 1/2

Warnings: Feels? Hopefully?

What in the unholy hell was she supposed to do?

Regina wracked her brain, almost ready to smash one of the bottles of amber-tinted liquor over her head on the off chance it might help. It had been Lucy’s idea. Something to help brighten the holidays around Hyperion Heights and celebrate the end of the curse. Her memories as Roni, Regina, the Evil Queen, and whoever else she had been in her life crammed together to come up with some idea, but nothing.

Jacinda was easy, Henry even moreso. Lucy took all of five seconds to pick the perfect gift for. Hell, even Tiana was a sinch. It was just… him. His damn fault.

She had faced down tough enemies and unfathomable challenges, but no obstacle seemed as difficult as what to get Killian for Christmas. She had some ideas of what to ship to his other version—sailor-themed baby toys, a nice bottle of rum (now that she, as a bar owner, knew how to discern quality in liquor), and a card that heavily implied he should give Emma some days off from mommy duty. She had even called him “Killian” in it instead of “Guyliner”. Damn holiday spirit.

This “wish” version of him, though, was difficult. This one had a full-grown child and was fully sober, for one. He was single, for another, and seemed determined to remain so if his lack of wagging eyebrows at the women in her bar was any indication. In the Enchanted Forest, his only real hobby was searching for his daughter, not that Regina couldn’t relate. Since she had known him as Rogers, his motivations had stayed largely the same.

“Maybe I should microchip Alice,” she muttered to herself.

“Do what now?” The unmistakable sound of her son’s voice broke through the silence. “Mom, hate to break it to you, but I’m pretty sure microchipping an adult, especially one who isn’t related to you, is illegal.”

Mom. He called her “Mom”. For a moment she didn’t even register the rest of his words.

“I wasn’t being serious, Henry. Killian is just… impossible to shop for. I’m tempted to get him a pile of bearclaws and call it a day, but after everything.” After everything, he deserved more.

Henry walked around the bar and pulled her into a quick hug. “I know. You’ll find something.”

“What, though? He has Alice and that man has a one-track mind. Back home it’s Emma but here it’s her, and now what?”

“Not necessarily. Remember, when he was Rogers, he invited me over once so I could finally make him watch Rogue One? The man is spartan when it comes to decorations and everything else, but he has a pretty sizable library and a really sweet guitar.”

“The library I’m not surprised about. Strangely enough. But, a guitar?”

Henry nodded. “Dad back home also has a few instruments. Mom even bought a keyboard for him once thinking he wouldn’t know how to work it and, except for all the buttons and tuners, he picked it up pretty quickly. Maybe something like that? Of course, back home he only has acoustic, but I guess his modern self picked up electric pretty fast. Had this really awesome Fender Stratocaster sitting in the corner.”

“I have no idea what that means.”

“Go to a music store, Mom,” he advised, helping himself to a beer. “They’ll help you out.”

“Well, it is the closest I’ve been since Lucy got this idea in her head. I’m glad she’s happy, don’t get me wrong, but my granddaughter has some big ideas and after this curse I almost want to just sit down and not get up for four days. By the way, you calling him ‘Dad’ is still odd to me.”

A loud laugh reverberated off the wooden walls of Roni’s, and Henry shook his head. “Well, I called Belle ‘Grandma’ after she married Grandpa, so…”

“Point taken. Still, I don’t know a thing about guitars, and all the store help or your 80s knowledge isn’t going to get me where I need to be. For once, it needs to mean something, Henry.”

A long quiet fell over them, until a lightbulb seemed to light over her head. “I, well, I might have just the thing.”

“She was a bloody queen. What do you get a queen? She could buy herself a kingdom.”

Killian paced the living room of his apartment as Alice sat on the counter of their now-shared kitchen, trying to keep her giggles in. “Not everything or she wouldn’t have been the Evil Queen.”

“Alright, fair point, but she’s not evil anymore and, if I know anything about how this curse has gone and what she’s gone through, herself, then she already has what she wants. Henry, Jacinda, Lucy. They’re everything to her.”

Alice jumped off the counter and approached her father, pausing his pacing with a tight hug. “I love you, too.”

“What—”

“I know what you meant by that,” she said, pulling away and wiggling her eyebrows. “She has her family back, her life back, everything. So, what is something she misses? Something she doesn’t have any longer because, maybe, it’s gone for a different reason?”

Killian flipped through his memories of her and every conversation he had, in his sober mind, logged away. Revenge was most of what they shared up until recently. He had known her for decades, and the majority of their interactions had hinged on them helping each other with their ultimate goal of righting their own injustices. Now? Their children filled the holes left behind from traumatic childhoods, lost loves, and the occasional cruelty of the Enchanted Forest.

“She did have one thing,” he recalled. “We were talking one night and we got on the subject of parenthood. I told her about my mother and she told me about her father. Then we said how we wanted… well, anyway. She still has a memento of his. Maybe I could get her something for that.”

“Sentimental.”

“Hardly,” he insisted, though the look she leveled him with told him exactly what he knew—she saw right through him. “It’s just, after everything, she deserves, I don’t know. Something…”

“More,” said Alice. He almost hated that she could read his thoughts.

Almost.

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