#good ol' gil giggles

[boggtech]

#toontown #toontown rewritten #toontag #toonblr #ttr #text post meme #ceo #good ol' gil giggles

[surleetonin]

screenshots from my first ceo fight from a couple of days ago, part 1/2! i held off on doing this one for a while because i wanted to have hypno goggles before i even went in there

#shticker book #my toons #others' toons #bossbot ceo #good ol' gil giggles #toonblr #toontag #the queue

[silvr-skreen]

my most self-indulgent otp.

#jason jinkins #good ol gil giggles #i have so many thoughts about them #toontown #toontown corporate clash #ttcc

[x-dio-brandos-wife-x]

My Husbando From Toontown Corporate Clash, Good Ol' Gil Giggles

#good ol gil giggles #toontown corporate clash

[princess-of-the-corner]

Toontown: Corporate Clash Recap: Toontown Central Mainline Tasks (Mata Hairy)

Okay so, way back when I started this Toontown Corporate Clash recap a few months ago, I completely forgot that there’s one more task in the tutorial after you talk to Flippy before you can do all that side-stuff I already went over.

Oops.

Anyways.

Time for First Impressions

This Mainline Task is assigned as soon as you turn in “Welcome to Toontown”.

In order to continue this task, you need to talk to Lord Lowden Clear in Toontown Central’s Toon HQ.

Lord Lowden Clear greets you, happy to see you again, and notes that he’s sure you’ll be able to get some real tasking done after how well you did in training.

“But first, a formal welcome to the team.” “As you know, I’m Lord Lowden Clear - head of the Toon Resistance.” “We’re the top-of-the-line team that’s been established to strategize and fight against the Cogs.” “Here stands some of the most experienced and trusted Resistance members in all of Toontown.”

The camera then pans over to the other Resistance Rangers in the HQ:

Mata Hairy (Red Monkey) – Head of strategy and banana collection.

Bumpy Bumlebeher (Periwinkle Bear) – Head of stealth tactics and round objects alike.

Good ol’ Gil Giggles (Green Pig) – Head of disguises and ordering their catering.

Lord Lowden Clear himself – Leader of the entire organization.

Lord Lowden Clear started the Toon Resistance shortly after the Cogs first invaded in order to fight back against their robotic oppressors.

All kinds of Toons have risen through the ranks since then, with the best of the best becoming Resistance Rangers like Lowden and friends.

But you’re going to be starting out simple.

Since you’re going to need to pick up some gags first, he send you to ride the Trolley. You may take some friends with you, if you so wish, but he just wants you to earn some Jellybeans and buy some Gags.

You also get 9 experience and 25 jellybeans just for talking to him.

In order to progress the task, you need to play a single Trolley Game.

FUN FACT!: Before the Hires and Heroes update, the player was NEVER sent to ride the Trolley. They just threw you into the deep end without reminding you that you still need to buy gags. It very nearly tripped me up when I made my first Toon, I am SO glad they realized that not all of their players would be familiar with the original Toontown Online.

Ahem, after you’ve ridden the Trolley (you don’t need to buy any Gags, but why wouldn’t you?) you can go back to speak with Lowden.

He’ll congratulate you for stocking up, and then remark that you’re ready to take down the Cogs.

While they’ve kept the Playgrounds safe, Cogs are still roaming the Streets.

You can go through any of the four tunnels in the Playground to access one of Toontown Central’s four streets. “Try not to wander too far, as streets beyond Toontown Central’s harbor more dangerous Cogs!” You also get 9 experience.

He wants you to defeat 2 Cogs in Toontown Central. Any Cogs, anywhere in Toontown Central will do.

After you’ve done that, he’ll congratulate you, and remark on all the different sizes and shapes the Cogs come in. You also get 9 experience.

As I explained in a previous recap, the Cogs are divided into 5 Departments: Sellbots, Cashbots, Lawbots, Bossbots, and Boardbots.

You can check your Cog Gallery (basically this game’s bestiary) to see how many kinds there are as you encounter them.

But back to the task at hand, he’s assigned you to defeat 3 Cogs from a randomly chosen department.

Yes, randomly chosen. One Toon will have to defeat 3 Sellbots, another will have to defeat 3 Lawbots. You don’t know which until you take on this task.

Regardless, once you defeat the assigned Cogs, he’s impressed at how quickly you got it done, and believes you’re ready to get some real resistance work done.

He assigns you to speak to the Resistance Ranger next to him, Mata Hairy.

He believes you’ll be a Resistance Ranger in no time.

Speaking with Mata Hairy concludes the Toontorial, grants you the Toontown Central Profile Background I incorrectly stated was unlocked by default, and unlocks all of the Sidetasks I already went over. Plus, 54 experience.

Ahem, regardless,  this recap will cover all of the Tasks you do for Mata Hairy.

Starting with…

A Hairy Introduction

Mata Hairy welcomes you to the Toon Resistance.

Each of the Resistance Rangers are tackling their own issues at the moment, and that’s where you come in.

“As part of the resistance, you’ll be aiding us in solving these problems.”

Right now, they’re working on an efficient system to train new recruits, such as yourself.

Their resident “gym goach” (sic) is Franz Neckvein. Unfortunately, he’s currently been facing his own issues, so they need you to run by the Punchline Gym on Punchline Place to see if you can help him.

“Remember to use your street map above the Shtickerbook if you need directions,”

So yeah, you need to go to Punchline Place, enter the Punchline Gym, and talk to Franz Neckvein.

Doing this completes the Toontask, earning you 58 experience and 2 Jellybeans.

This leads into…

Zit’s Time to Pump Iron

Franz Neckvein is a tan mouse with an anvil on his head.

I’ll let him explain his problem, because the writing in this game is golden (credit to corporateclash.wiki.gg):

“Oh, are you zat new Resistance recruit? Velcome to my gym. I train all Toons to grow big, strong muscles.” “Zat iz, if I had my equipment. I have a bit of a promblem, you zee.” “My squat racks and heavy weights have been lifted by ze Cogs.” “I need you to go find zem and bring zem back to me so I can continue training Toons.” “And try not to struggle too much lifting zem with your leetle scrawny muscles. Remember to use ze legs, not ze back.”

So yeah, you need to get “Some Exercise Supplies” from the Cogs.

More specifically, the Cogs in Toontown Central. Only Cogs within the borders of this Neighborhood can drop “Some Exercise Supplies”.

Once you’ve recovered them, Franz will give you your next task (along with 58 experience and 2 jellybeans):

“Ah, perfect! Zese supplies look as immaculate as my form when squatting a zouzand pound weight.” “I zank you for returning zese, but I zink you vill need more training. Go find three Cogs and terminate them. I am sure you vill be back in no time.”

So all you have to do is defeat 3 Cogs in Toontown Central. Any Cogs will do.

Returning to Franz after the exercise has been complete rewards the Toon with 38 experience and 2 more Jellybeans.

“Bravo! You are a truly zpecial zpecimen.” “You must ztop by again to train with me even more. Your form was impeccable.” “You are free to go leetle toon, zank you for your azziztance.” “Run! Go! Get to the Toon Headquartahs!”

Have I mentioned that I love the writing in this game? I feel like I could stand to say that more.

But yeah, his problem’s been resolved, so it’s time to go back to Mata Hairy to turn in your completed Toontask.

Doing so rewards the Toon with 292 experience and 12 Jellybeans.

She’s impressed with your muscles. Genuinely! (All Toons have noodle arms, even after completing this task.)

Regardless with the gym back in order, Toons everywhere will now be fit enough to handle throwing so many pies!

Your next task? You need to go help out Professor Guffaw, who has been working tirelessly to teach Toons how to laugh affectively, which causes Cogs to laugh as well.

As Cogs can’t take a joke, this is the most affectively way to neutralize them.

Unfortunately, her jokes haven’t exactly been landing lately.

Your new task is to see what’s wrong and get her classes back in order.

It’s off to Laughing Lessons on Silly Street with you, in your new Toontask:

Jokey Jam

Professor Guffaw is a purple dog.

She greets you, assuming you’re here to learn how to laugh.

And so, she begins her lesson:

“Oh, hush hush, let me jump right into it. I am a professional, after all.” “It starts from the diaphragm. First, you breathe in deeply. Then, upon hearing the funniest joke, you bellow out in laughter!” “Let’s put it into practice.” “Why did the chicken cross the road?” “Because the road was too long to go around!” “Haha! …” “…Huh?” “You… you didn’t laugh.” “I guess it really is true, the quality of my jokes has really been dropping lately…” “But! There IS one way to make them better again!” “Laughing gas!” “Yes, we’ll supply every Toon with laughing gas so that every joke will be funny! It’s foolproof.” “There’s a small issue though. I’m all out of laughing gas!” “Some Cogs came in and stole it while I was practicing my latest knee-slapper!” “They didn’t even laugh…” “You don’t think they were deaf, do you?” “You’re not surprised, you say?” “Well, anyway! Could you go and see if you can recover my laughing gas for me? Please?”

Yes, her solution to not being funny is to gas her students with a chemical weapon.

Did I mention I love this game’s writing?

Dubiously ethical tactics aside, talking to Professor Guffaw rewards the player with 43 experience and 2 Jellybeans.

Any Cog in Toontown Central has the potential to drop “Some Laughing Gas”, and bringing it back to Professor Giggle rewards the player with 43 more experience and 2 more Jellybeans, and the next step in this hilarious story:

“Awesome! You got the tanks of laughing gas back!” “But… there’s hardly any left!” “How will I ever manage to get this place back in order…” “Joy buzzers? No… too shocking.” “One-liners? No, they’re even shorter lived…” “Ah-hah! I’ve got just the thing in mind.” “There just might be one Toon out there that could help me fix my problems!” “Jesse!” “I need you to run over to Jesse right away!” “His shop’s here on Silly Street as well! It’s called Jesse’s Joke Repair!” “Please hurry! I have a class coming in a few hours, and they’re all as funny as a pie gone cold!”

I have a feeling those Cogs may have accidentally done a good thing.

Ahem, regardless, you need to go by Jesse’s Joke Repair down the road and speak with Jesse Jester, a royal blue mouse in a jester costume.

He has the following words of wisdom to dispense:

“Welcome, young grasshopper.” “I assume you are here to learn the ancient ways of mending jokes, forgotten by most of toonkind.” “I do indeed have the tools you seek.” “Or, at least, had the tools.” “Now the Cogs have the tools.” “Regardless, there are tools.” “And this punchline to this is that the Cogs have taken the tools.” “What I’m trying to say is that, if you want my assistance in repairing jokes…” “All you need to do is find these tools and use them to your advantage.” “The Cogs may have taken them, but you possess the ability to create laughter. Laughter that can overtake those who themselves have taken.” “May you be strong in your journey, young Toon.” “I will guide you from this desk that I stand behind, while you do all of the work.”

He wishes you luck.

These wise words grant you 43 experience and 2 Jellybeans, as well as a new objective: recover the Joke Repair Tools.

Any Cog in Toontown Central could drop them.

Bring them back to Jesse for 43 experience and 2 Jellybeans.

“Exactly as I expected. You have risen above and beyond and found my tools.” “But here’s the punchline.” “YOU are the tools.” “It’s been within you all along. You have the ability to fix any joke you desire.” “…Just kidding! In all honesty, these are actual joke repair tools.” “Though, I did have them all along. I just wanted you to bring back my toilet plunger and my back scratcher.” “It just wasn’t the same, living without those two.” “I will now entrust you with these tools. Onwards, grasshopper! Fix the jokes, bring out the laughter, take down the Cogs.” “I will be here if you ever need more assistance.” “I bid you well, [Toon Name].” Until next time.

Now that you have the real Joke Repair Tools, you can return to Professor Guffaw for 43 experience and 2 Jellybeans.

“Joke repair tools?” “Perfect!” “Why, I can feel them working already!” “In fact, let’s give it another shot.” “What does a clock do when it’s hungry?” “It goes back four seconds!” “Isn’t that hilarious?” “This is perfect! Thank you, [Toon Name]!” “I’ll let you head back to the Toon Headquarters now. You’ve helped me out so much, I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you with Lowden.” “Now my students will be able to spread laughter far and wide!” “I can picture it now, groups of Toons hanging around in the Toontown Central playground…” “All of them so funny, enjoying each other’s presence and jokes!” “Thanks again, [Toon Name].”

With that done, you can turn this task in to Mata Hairy.

She thanks you for helping her with all the big issues.

“Now I just have to deal with the small things like getting back all my darn bananas. Those Cogs seem to like swiping them left and right for some reason.”

She doesn’t need anymore help, but some of her colleagues might.

She suggests checking in on Bumpy Bumblebehr.

Which makes this a convenient stopping point.

See you next time!

-

GOD I forgot about the wordplay in this shiit

#submission

[paceplace]

Jason Jinkins and Good ol' Gil Giggles! let me explain...

gil sneaking around bossbot hq and then bumps right into jason while jason is carrying stuff, it all spills (and jason's glasses fall off), he feels really bad and helps jason collect his stuff, but when jason puts on the glassses agaim:

Jason: "Y - you're a toon! You're in the resistance! Hey, wait, you're that-"

Gil, handing him a ziplock bag of fresh, homemade cookies: "please let me buy your silence"

Jason, who skipped his lunch that day: "I didn't see any toons around here."

then it keeps happening over and over bc gil is still doing resistance stuff, and jason keeps looking the other way, but like after a month he goes:

Jason: "Wow, maybe I should invite you to coffee so we don't keep running into each other like this!"

Gil, suddenly very interested in a date: "UHM OK THAT SOUNDS GOOD YEAH ID LOVE TO"

just. a goofy, comedic, sweet slowburn between them i dont know where it came from but... them

thats so adorable hello?? i'm happy for them, especially for jason since iirc he was described as phlegmatic when it came to romance. so glad that love can blossom even for those with more closed off exteriors

[watchtowersbane]

TTC: Time for First Impressions

Lord Lowden Clear:

Hey again {name}! Glad to see you're getting settled in so nicely. With how well you did in training, I'd say you'll be ready for some real tasking in no time. But first, a formal welcome to the team. As you know, I'm Lord Lowden Clear - head of the Toon Resistance. We're the top-of-the-line team that's been established to strategize and fight against the Cogs. Here stands some of the most experienced and trusted Resistance memebers in all of Toontown. Mata Hairy - Head of strategy and banana collection. Bumpy Bumblebehr - Head of stealth tactics and round objects alike. Good ol' Gil Giggles - Head of disguises and ordering our catering. And me, leader of the Toon Resistance itself. When the Cogs first invaded, Toontown needed someone to help organize our retaliation. That's where I came in. Since then, we've had all kinds of Toons come in and rise through the ranks, eventually becoming Resistance Rangers. There's dozens of us in Toontown now, and we're hoping you'll join those numbers someday. We need as many Resistance Rangers as we can get taking down these Cogs and taking back Toontown, once and for all. We'll start you out simple, don't you worry, {name}. First things first, you'll need some Gags. And that means earning some Jellybeans to buy them! There's a few ways to earn some around town, one of them is riding the Trolley and playing some games. Hop on there on your own, or with up to 3 friends! The Trolley takes you to the Gag Shop after each game, so make sure you stock up before heading back. Go on, give it a try!

<You play some Trolley games and buy Gags before returning to Lord Lowden Clear.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Great job! Now that you're all stocked up, you're ready to take down some Cogs. We've managed to keep the playgrounds safe for now, but you can still find Cogs roaming the streets. You can go through any of the tunnels in the playground to reach the streets. Try not to wander too far, as streets beyond Toontown Central's harbor more dangerous Cogs! Defeat 2 Cogs, then come back and let me know you're finished. Stay safe out there.

<You go and defeat 2 Cogs and return to the HQ.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Nice work on taking down those Cogs! As you may have noticed, Cogs come in all different shapes, suits and sizes. Each Cog comes from a specific department. From what we know, there are five departments: Sellbot, Cashbot, Lawbot, Bossbot, and Boardbot. You'll learn more about this as you train more and become stronger. You may even want to check out the Cog Gallery page in your Schtickerbook from time to time, if you're curious! Now, let's try defeating Cogs from a specific department. Check your ToonTasks, and follow what it says.

<You defeat 3 Sellbot Cogs and return to Lord Lowden Clear.>

Lord Lowden Clear:

Back already? With turnaround times like that, I think you're ready to take on some real Resistance work. Go ahead and talk to my colleague next to me, Mata Hairy, for some more assignments! And, once again, welcome! At this pace, I'm sure you'll become a Resistance Ranger in no time!

<You go to speak with Mata Hairy, ending this quest and starting A Hairy Introduction.>

#Toontown Central #Main Taskline

[descendantofthesparrow]

Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 3 - Bonding

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Welp…there he was…in an intermediate dance class, thankfully Bert taught the class (he actually taught a good handful, he was just the main beginner class teacher) so Harry wouldn’t be thrown into a whole new class with no familiar faces. Harry held down a smile as he remembered the jealous faces of his ex-dance classmates as Bert told him about his ‘level up’ the day before. He had only been at the studio for a month before he was leveled up, his schedule had changed a bit as well, before he was only going to the studio three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now he would be going Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. His hour-long classes turning to two as Bert led Harry’s fellow dancers through new and much more complicated steps.

The only good thing that had come out of this was that his classes now ended at the same time as (y/n)’s, and now he would be able to go across the hall to pick her up instead of going from the back of the school to the front as he did when he was still in beginner.

Harry sat on the floor as he slid on his ballet shoes, strapping them to his feet and tossing his bag against the wall, standing with a sigh and walking over to where Bert was talking to the dancers.

“Any of ya hear of the ol’ bamboo?” Bert asked, taking a step back and grabbing a long stick, twirling it in his hands. The whole class shook their heads, well minus Harry, who just rose his brow. “well, this is what ya gonna be learning for the end of spring performance next year, the beginners are doin’ Step in time, ya will be doing ol’ bamboo, and the expert class is doing ballet, with miss charming as their star” Harry perked up at that, so that was the performance Esmerelda was talking to (y/n) about huh?

“So!” Bert clapped his hands, grinning at his students “let's start with the lyrics, shall we?! It is a musical performance after all”

-

By the end of the two hours, Harry was kinda exhausted, less exhausted than the rest of his classmate's thanks to his isle-bred stamina but still…very tired and very sweaty. Harry wiped down his face and neck with a cool towel and changed out his shoes.

“Hi~” Harry looked up, unable to keep the smile off his face as (y/n) looked down at him, hanging her head upside down while doing so “How was class?”

“Like usual” Harry simply replied, looking back at his shoes “Wha’ are yeh doin’ here? I thought yer class ended a bit after mine?” (y/n) just hummed, grabbing Harry’s bag and holding it open for Harry to toss his dance shoes in, then handing it to him as he stood.

“Ended early, Esméralda had an appointment…do you want to go get ice cream?” Harry rose his brow as he looked to (y/n), who gave an unsure smile.

“Ice cream?” Harry hummed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked to the ceiling “Do I-Harry Hook-want ice cream?” (y/n) rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder gently. “Ice cream sounds good” Harry chuckled, patting (y/n)’s head and offering his arm again, once again ignoring the spark running through his skin as (y/n) hands wrapped around his arm.

“Yay! There's this new place I've been wanting to try! But no one will go with me! I'll drive us there!” Harry smiled at (y/n)’s rambling, leading her to pull him along to the parking lot where her car was.

-

“No-no no no no, the egg travels back in time and it creates a new timeline, and then later it's revealed that there's another egg that was corrupted that ALSO traveled back in time, but that one’s helping the yiga clan.” Harry licked his lips free of his chocolate ice cream, narrowing his eyes as (y/n) finished her mini-rant about one of her favorite games lore.

“So,” Harry started, setting down his spoon and tilting his head “the egg? Is-a time-traveling mini guardian?? And-the princess, Link or whatever-“ (y/n) looked at him with puffed cheeks.

“Zelda! Link is the knight! Zelda is the princess!” Harry made a face.

“But if the stories mostly follow Link, why is it called Legend of Zelda!?” Harry gave a smug smirk as (y/n) huffed and wiped the corner of her lips free of her ice cream.

“Becauseeeee oh! I remember! Well don’t quote me on it, but the first game was originally going to be about Zelda exclusively, then they made Link and they found the new story worked better, they just kept the original title.” Harry hid his smile behind another mouthful of ice cream, (y/n) was pretty cute when she went on her video game rants, Legend of Zelda being one of her favorites. “Okay, at some point you have to play one of the games, especially breath of the wild, you can barrow my switch” Harry chuckled, setting down his now empty cup of ice cream.

“Alright then” Harry started, grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth “sounds fun?” (y/n) beamed in excitement, dancing in her seat a bit.

“Yes!...I can’t wait to see your ass kicked by a lynel” (y/n) cackled, laughing louder as Harry gave her an odd look.

“From how yer laughing, that tells me it's not a fun thing ta fight?” Harry guessed, smiling as (y/n) nodded through her laughter.

“Lynels are harder to beat than the final boss, which is bullshit but I digress” Harry turned to see Audrey, who was smiling at (y/n)s giggling self “side note; it’s a little odd to see you two hanging out” she waved off Harry’s slightly offended look “not in a mean way, more; you're both from a different crowd and Chad likes to say shit about you to (y/n)…though she” she gestured to (y/n) who was coming down from her giggle fit. “doesn’t like listening to Chad, so I should have expected this.”

“Damn right, hell will freeze over before I actually listen to his dumbass” (y/n) chuckled, finishing off her ice cream and looking up at Audrey, who was picking up her shopping bags again and going to leave “What are you doing here by the way?”

“Oh just some shopping, trying out a new style and all that, good day you two!” Audrey sauntered off, leaving (y/n) and Harry alone once more.

Harry looked back at (y/n) at the same time she did, they both smiled and (y/n) nodded back towards the parking lot of the mall they were at “Wanna get started on breath of the wild?”

Harry smiled, turning to toss his empty ice cream cup in the trash can behind him “Sounds fun”

-

“No! Dodge to the side! YES! Okay, mash the Y button!” Gil and Uma stepped into (y/n)s dorm room, having been looking for Harry for the past two hours after he didn’t return from dance class, and Gil had suggested looking for Harry in (y/n)s room.

Uma had thought it was a stupid idea but humored Gil, only to be surprised to see Harry and (y/n) in bean bags as Harry button mashed the controller he held in his hand, sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration. “Uhhhh Harry?” Uma called out, leaning back a bit as Harry shushed her.

“I’m fighting a lynel and am about to die I need silence!” Harry yelled, leaning forward into his controller, tossing his hands up in shock as the red-maned lynel finally died “FUCKING FINALLY!” (y/n) cheered along with Harry, laughing as he pulled her into his side.

Uma and Gil gave each other a look, Uma smirking before walking towards the two and pulling Harry up to his feet “Awesome, you beat a video game mini-boss, I've been looking for you for two hours” Harry seemed to come down from his victory high and gave a sheepish smile.

“Oh uh…sorry?” Uma hummed and nodded, grabbing his arm and waving to (y/n).

“Say bye to (y/n) Harry” Harry waved (y/n) goodbye as she giggled and saved Harry's game, switching the profile to her game.

“Bye (y/n)” (y/n) beamed at him, waving at him as he was pulled backward by Uma towards the door.

“Bye Harry!”

Uma pulled Harry out of the room, rolling her eyes a bit as Harry continued to wave until he was out of (y/n)s sight. Gil followed them out and closed the door behind him. “You are so smitten” Gil laughed, very much enjoying the way Harry’s face lit up.

“No-no I’m nae” Harry stuttered, pulling out of Uma’s grasp and stomping ahead of them “Yer out a yer mind Gil” Uma and Gil shared another look.

“He’ll realize it at some point, I give it another month or two” Uma mumbled, smirking as Gil patted his pocket where his wallet was.

“Three, twenty bucks” Uma nodded and the two shook hands to seal their bet, jogging forward to catch up with their flustered friend.

-

Jane sat against the wall of mirrors, watching you move about the almost empty room as you practiced your part from the duet Esméralda had assigned you. Jane wasn’t all that knowledgeable in the world of dance but it wasn’t hard to see you were struggling, not in the way of movement but in the way of conveying emotion in your dance.

It almost seemed….stale, if anything, the dance was supposed to convey two people falling in love, but Jane; as far as she knew, knew you had never fallen in love so it would be hard to convey that exact emotion. You had really only known platonic and familial love.

You stopped, collapsing to your knees as you heaved for breath, sweat dripping off your brow. Jane furrowed her brows in concern and stood, grabbing your water bottle and walking over to you, she kneeled beside you and handed you the bottle, staring at you as you greedily downed the water. “Are you okay?” Jane asked, mentally wincing as it was obvious that you weren’t.

You gasped as you finally took the bottle away from your lips, shaking your head “I just-I just can't seem to get this right, Esméralda says if I can't find the emotions I need to convey in this duet then she’ll replace me and-and”  you sighed, letting your head fall between your shoulders. “I can't let them down” Jane furrowed her brows.

“Let who down?” Jane asked, unsure of who you were talking about, as far as she knew your parents didn’t really pressure you about your dancing, they were wholly supportive and understanding through every bit of your journey through dance.

“…I don’t know” you whispered, curling up and resting your chin on your knees. “My parents? Me? Grandpa? Esméralda? I’m not sure…but I feel like if I don’t get this right, I’ll be letting someone down” Jane rubbed your back, unsure of how to comfort you. You stood after a few moments and walked over to the stereo. “One last time, okay? Then I’ll be done for the day”

“Okay,” Jane mumbled, going to sit back down against the wall, starting up the camera on your phone to record you one last time at your request so you could see any mistakes you made.

You stood in the middle of the room, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as the music began.

And you danced.

-end of part 3-

@queer-cosette​ @sephiralorange​ @lunanight2012​

@daughter-of-the-stars11​ @musicarose​ @random-thoughts-003​

@remembered-license​ @thecaptainsgingersnap​ @rintheemolion​

@imtryingthisout​ @verboetoperee​ @jatp-rules-my-life​

#Descendents #descendants #disney descendants #harry hook #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine #dancer reader #ballet dancer reader #dancing troubles

[trashytummiez]

King Shark doing a coke and mentos bloat and getting burpy and full? 0///0

“Does anyone actually not know what this stuff does when combined yet?”  King Shark asked skeptically.  He didn’t want to get his hoodie all sticky so he was only wearing a pair of dorky shark patterned swim trunks that left his beefy but chubby upper body wholly exposed.

“Yeah but we dunno what this stuff does t’sharks yet!” Harley exclaimed excited when she gave King Shark a few big bottles of cola and several packs of mentos.  

“I have a feeling it’s not gonna be much different.  And I don’t like throwing up thank you very much,” King Shark said nervously.

“You’ll be fine, King!  Ya got a tummy of iron and marshmallows!”  Harley confidently declared and patted King Shark’s chubby tummy.  It jiggled from the pat and made him blush.

“If you say so Harley.”

He was about to start but Harley stopped him.  “OOH!  OOH!  Lemme film this first!  We’re gonna make history here with the first shark t’ever do the coke’n mentos challenge!”  She fumbled in her tight pocket but managed to yank out her cellphone so she could start filming.

King Shark rubbed his thick neck uncertainly.

“O-Okay...here goes...”

Usually someone would crack open a bottle and start chugging but that’s not what King shark did.  Instead he grabbed every single packet of mentos and just dropped them all in his giant jaws not even having to take the wrapper off or chew.  He just dumped them all into his mouth and let them spill down his throat.  Then he grabbed one of the bottles and bit the top off so he could guzzle the full contents of the cola unabated by the narrow bottle top.  

King Shark squeezed the bottle so every last drop rushed down his gullet and made his stomach churn and bubble noisily.  He tossed the empty bottle aside and groaned massaging his tummy.  Then he grabbed another bottle and did the same by biting the top and pouring all of its fizzy contents down his throat all at once.  The bubbling and gurgling that churned out of King Shark’s stomach only got louder after that.  He was already pretty fat but now his belly was beginning to look a little rounder when all that soda began to react to the mentos.

Setting the empty crinkled bottle down King Shark released a huge burp then covered his mouth and blushed.

Harley giggled.  “Good one, King!  I could definitely beat that if I wanted to though but nah this is yer day!  And we wanna get all the sodas in you this time!"

King Shark groaned a little and rubbed his aching tummy while it noisily gurgled a storm of gassy bubbles.

“Ungh, these experiments don’t feel like they do much besides abuse the body for clicks...” King Shark complained while rubbing his belly.

“That’s half’uh youtube right there, King!” Harley chimed.

King shark shrugged despite his grumbling tummy.  “You got me there.”

He nervously grabbed another bottle and unscrewed the top to drain its fizzy contents.  The shark was gulping so rapidly that the inside of his throat could be heard wetly squelching with every pass of soda that flowed down his gullet.  After it was empty King Shark crushed the bottle and groaned while his larger tummy groaned even louder.

King shark took a moment to rub his belly hoping to settle it before he took in any more soda.  He slowly breathed out while he rubbed with his webbed hand. Then King Shark released another giant burp.

BAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRROOOOOOOHP!!!!

Harley giggled hysterically.  

King shark covered his mouth and blushed excusing himself.

When he reached down to grab another bottle all the soda in his stomach audibly sloshed and made his belly jiggle a little.  That sloshy movement in his tummy made the sharks stomach release another gas bubble.  King Shark brought a fist to his mouth and muffled a long burp in his cheeks.  He blushed and groaned after, then patted his fatter tummy which jiggled under his hand and made him burp again.

He unscrewed the next bottle at Harley’s insistence and got to work chugging it down.  His stomach filled up with more soda and carbonation.  It was a really uncomfortable feeling the way it made his stomach sag and all bubbly.  King Shark wasn’t used to that feeling.  He played video games online all the time and even then he didn’t have nearly this much soda in his tummy.  It was enough to make him feel green in his literal gils.

And he eats people!

After downing the bottle King Shark burped enormously but he was too miserable to even excuse himself anymore.

Then he grabbed more mentos and downed them like he did the last ones by just dumping them down his jaws all at once.

Harley eagerly rushed up to King shark and rested her camera right against his very bloated belly.  The mentos were reacting in such a way that the inside of King Shark’s round stomach was fizzing crazily.  It was like the mentos were being dissolved in rapid time which only made the sharks stomach itself even noisier than it already was.

“Wow listen to that, internet!” Harley marveled.

Another deep burp rolled out of King shark from all the bubbling in his tummy.

“Listen t’that too!” Harley insisted with amusement.  “That’s noisier than I’ve ever heard a tummy get before!  And Ivy turned into a giant that one time’n ate some dudes!”

King shark whined and massaged his noisy tummy uncomfortably.  “Harley can I stop now?  I don’t feel so good...”

“Aww poor sharky.”  Harley took her camera off of King Shark’s stomach and she could still pick up all the gassy sounds it was making.  “Got any closin’ remarks ya wanna say to the internet?”

Poor King Shark’s belly gurgled so heavily that it almost sounded angry.  And before he could say anything King shark involuntarily released yet another massive burp in Harley’s direction.  It was so strong that it blew the camera right out of her hands.

“Could I get that in writing?”  Harley asked while she simultaneously rang out her ear and fanned the air around her to smell less like soda and the inside of King Shark’s stomach with a hint of minty freshness.

She walked over to grab and turn off her camera.  

King Shark just sat down on the couch and rubbed his aching bloated belly.  He huffed exhaustedly to himself and whimpered.  “Unnnngh, Harley a shark is never supposed to feel this bubbly...”

“On the bright side ya did great!” Harley chirruped.  She sat down on the couch next to King shark then as thanks she started rubbing his belly.  It was really round after so much soda.  But because it was all liquids not only was it really jiggly but it sagged more than usual.  She gently ran her hands up the bloated slick curve of King shark’s almost silk-feeling flesh.  It actually felt very oddly satisfying in her hands.  Almost like those rubbery slimes kids got from quarter machines but way more of it in her hands.  

Harley continued to gently massage his bubbling tummy all over as best she could.  Her hands rubbed little circles into the side of his tummy facing her direction.  One hand drifted down to his underbelly and caressed it.  that part of King shark’s tummy was even softer and more delicate feeling than the rest of his bulging stomach.  

King Shark groaned.  He was still feeling miserable from all that soda but it felt good having his belly tended to by Harley.

Of course it was still incredibly noisy.  So much that Harley couldn’t help rest her ear against King Shark’s belly and listen to it gurgling.  King Shark blushed.

“Seriously dude that is the noisiest tummy I’ve ever heard.”

She started leaning a little against King Shark’s stomach due to how much larger he was than her.  But the added pressure was still enough to make a large burp erupt from King shark’s mouth.

BRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHP!!!!

Harley giggled because that burp actually made King Shark’s belly jiggle around under Harley herself.

“Wow ya really are burpy!”

King Shark thumped his chest and burped again.  “HOOOUUURRP!!!  Ohhh.  Too much soda does that, Harley.”

“Well maybe gettin’ all the bubbles out’ll make yer tummy less rumbly bumbly!” And she demonstrated her point by pressing down on King Shark’s belly which resulted in another loud, lengthy burp rolling out of the blushing and bloated shark.  “C’mon, get it outta there!”

King Shark was embarrassed.  He wasn’t shy about burping but he usually only did that when no one was around.  Or it was just him and his clanmates online.  But then again Harley burped all the time and Ivy was no slouch either.

So despite his embarrassment King Shark brushed Harley’s hands aside and brought his meaty hands down onto his round tummy.  He kneaded into it and sloshed it around mildly.  Once he’d stirred enough gas around King Shark slapped his belly hard and released a burp that actually made the ground itself shake.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHUUUUUUURRRRROOOOOOOOOORRRRHP!!!!!!!!

The whole room reeked of soda after that burp ended ten seconds later.

King Shark sighed heavily with relief and patted his belly.

“Ohhhhhhh that felt good...”

Harley giggled and nudged King Shark’s jostling tummy.  “Ya see?  Toldja!”

BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAUUUHP!!!!  King shark burped hard from the sudden push to his turbulent tummy.  He covered his mouth but couldn’t help from giggling himself.  “Well, when you’re right you’re right.  Guess that’s why you’re the boss.”

Harley beamed proudly at that.  “Damn tootin’!  And don’tchu ever forget it!  And as the boss...”

Harley rushed to the kitchen which confused King Shark.

Until she returned with two more sodas.

“...I say we bring the roof down with a good ol’ fashioned burpin’ contest!”

“Harley if I drink any more soda I’m definitely gonna throw up.  And I hate throwing up more than I hate the level 10 dungeon boss in World of Warland!”

“Good thing these’re both fer me then!” Harley piped.  She set those bottles down and playfully slapped the side of King Shark’s belly which made him hiccup loudly.  “With all that soda already in yer tummy I gotta make us even somehow, right?”

King Shark’s nervous frown left him when he heard that.  He wrapped his hands around his round tummy protectively and drummed his clawed fingers atop it in thought.  But then he eventually grinned back at Harley despite his initial embarrassment.  “Well in that case, bring it on, boss!”

#kink fic #king shark #harley quinn #harleen quinn #burping #bellyache #bloating #belly rub

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book Two: Sapphire (Ignis x Reader) Chapter IX

As the sun peaked over the horizon the next morning, (Y/n) left the caravan to get some fresh air. She admired the rising sun as it gradually rose into the sky. She watched the light vanquish the dark before wandering over to Wiz. From what she learned yesterday, the man not only ran the outpost but also managed the eatery here.

"Howdy, lass!" Wiz greeted her with a smile. "What can these ol' bones do for ya?"

"You wouldn't happen to sell ebony, would you?" She asked.

"We do. Would ya like a freshly brewed cup?"

"Please. How much do I owe you?"

Wiz shook his head. "It's on the house! Consider it a small apology fer our chicks yesterday. My stablehand told me what happened."

"That's very kind of you, but the chicks really weren't a bother. They were a welcomed distraction," she smiled.

"Still, lemme get ya that cup o' coffee. I'll be back in a jiffy."

Wiz sauntered off and returned a few minutes later with a warm cup of ebony. She thanked him for the free coffee and returned to the caravan just as the door gently opened. She placed the styrofoam cup on the table and smiled at Ignis as he joined her outside. "Good morning."

"It truly is," Ignis replied. "You are up earlier than usual. Did you sleep well?"

"I didn't realize we were sharing a caravan with a snoring behemoth last night," she sighed.

The tactician chuckled lightly, knowing exactly who she was referring to. "A cacophony only possible by Gladio. He can be quite clamorous while slumbering."

(Y/n) grabbed the cup of coffee off the table, handing it to him. "I figured you'd be up soon and went ahead and secured your morning dose of ebony. Wiz was kind enough to give it to me for free, even though I insisted on paying for it."

Ignis accepted the cup with a gracious smile. "I do appreciate this, (Y/n)." He took a sip of the warm beverage before lowering the cup. "Would you indulge me for a bit?"

She nodded. "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Remember our talk yesterday before departing to dispatch the behemoth? I do believe scavenging would be a tranquil undertaking on this placid morning."

The guardian gasped, remembering their conversation from yesterday. "I completely forgot. But yes! It is a lovely morning to search for ingredients. Let me grab the basket from the car and we can take the chocobos."

She ran over to the Regalia, Ignis watching her as she did so. He figured they could save some gil if they located some ingredients in the wild and it would also provide him some private time to talk with (Y/n) without the fear of being interrupted by the other boys.

Returning with the wood-knitted basket, (Y/n) called their chocobos while Ignis finished his coffee. She hooked the basket to the saddle of her bird before climbing onto its back. The advisor did the same, allowing her to take the lead due to her senses being more enhanced than his. She could practically sniff out any ingredients that were nearby, which made her an excellent scavenger.

It wasn't long, maybe a few minutes, before they discovered a batch of wild onions. (Y/n) dismounted her chocobo and immediately picked a few, placing them gently in the basket. They moved on to the next location, where they discovered some beetroot. They added it to the basket and proceeded to their third destination. There, they found various nests filled with eggs. The girl giggled as she picked up a few of the birdbeast eggs. "You did mention eggs yesterday, Iggy."

"A fortunate guess on my part," Ignis responded with a hint of a smile at hearing her melodious laughter. "Alas, your comment was what led to such a thought."

(Y/n) gently placed the eggs in the basket. That's when she realized it was full. "We should probably head back. The basket can't carry anymore."

"Before we depart, may we speak of our conversation in Keycatrich Trench?" Ignis asked, hopping off his chocobo and approaching her.

She combed a hand through her (h/c) locks with a small, sorrowful sigh. "I was wondering when we were gonna have this talk..."

"What you said... Is it true?" He inquired.

Without hesitating, she stared into his emerald eyes. "Yes. My happiness does not matter, only yours. By guardian law, I am bound to protect you and do what makes you happy no matter what that may be. Many of my people deem the laws to be unfair and choose to undergo the rite of annulment, but one risks corruption doing such a dangerous act."

Ignis has been an avid learner of all things guardian ever since he was blessed with (Y/n). He read numerous of books and articles in regards to spirits to learn all there was about them, but not once had he heard about this rite she spoke of. "Is there a possibility of you sharing more about this "rite" you spoke of?"

"The rite of annulment is a ceremony a guardian can undergo if they wish to separate from their master. It unbinds their souls and lengthens a guardian's lifespan. However, the ritual has proven to be dangerous. Guardians risk corruption once their soul is severed from their master's. Those who suffer from corruption lose their minds and eventually...kill themselves. Some masterless guardians have also been known to slaughter humans once they've been consumed by madness." She hugged herself, rubbing her hands up and down her upper arms. "It's a dark side of my people that very few humans know about. The rite is still performed today, but the practice isn't known by many spirits. I only heard about it when I met a much older spirit in Insomnia one day while you were busy at the Citadel. He went through the rite himself and was happily living his life."

Ignis couldn't help but be curious. "Have you ever desired to undertake this rite yourself?"

Her eyes widen in horror at the question. "Never." A dark thought crossed her mind as she recalled the rest of her conversation with the elder spirit. She took a few steps back as fear courses through her veins, causing a chill to ricochet down her spine. "H-He also mentioned some humans have used the rite to get rid of their guardians once they've learned of it. Are you thinking if we went through with the rite, I could pursue my own happiness? Do you wish to get rid of me, Ignis?"

He felt a pang of guilt strike his heart at hearing her questions and watching her retreating form. He could see where the misunderstanding was and quickly tried to remedy the situation. He closed the distance between them and gently placed his hands on her cheeks, cradling them gently. His thumbs caressed her cheekbones, wiping away the few tears that had trailed down them. Peering into her sparkling sapphire eyes, he gently spoke. "I could never conceive the idea of your absence, (Y/n). The mere thought alone is enough to wound me."

She stepped closer to Ignis and collapsed against him the moment his hands were gone from her cheeks, winding her arms around his waist to hug him. "Thank the Six... I know I said I would leave if it meant your own happiness could be achieved, but I hope it doesn't come to that. I hope you can find your own happiness with me by your side. If you find someone you love most in the world, I hope I won't be in the way." Her cheek pressed against his chest as she clung to him like a child in need of love.

"Nonsense, (Y/n)," he whispered, snaking one of his arms around her waist as his other hand came to cradle the back of her head. His gloved fingers entangled in her (h/c) locks and raked through them gently. The motion was enough to ease her and release the tension from her body. "Although my duties to the crown may prove to be a hindrance, I do yearn for your own merriment and hope to provide such. You deserve your own jovial life."

She nuzzled her face against his chest, inhaling his scent. It was a mixture of his favorite cologne and blend of coffee, ebony. "Thank you, Ignis."

He held her in his arms, praying to the Six she too could find happiness. He didn't care whether it was with him or another man as long as she was content with her life. He just hoped he could preach his true feelings soon to prevent the latter from happening.

They remained in each other's arms until Ignis' phone rang. Reluctantly, he pulled away from (Y/n) and accepted the incoming call. Before he could even greet the person on the other end, they cut him off and demanded they return to the chocobo ranch.

The girl watched in amusement as he rolled his eyes and hung up. "Who was that?"

"Gladio," he replied, putting his phone away. "It seems we've been scavenging for quite a while and lost track of time."

She looked up through the trees and saw the sun was almost directly overhead. "Well then, we better get back."

"Undoubtedly."

They both mounted their chocobos and returned to the outpost. They hadn't ventured far, but it did take them ten minutes to get back to the chocobo ranch. As they returned, they spotted Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio waiting for them outside the caravan. Ignis went directly to their companions while (Y/n) stored their ingredients safely in the trunk of the Regalia with their other supplies. He dismissed his bird after he dismounted it and adjusted his dress shirt. Unlike previous days, he was wearing his crownsguard fatigues without the jacket.

Gladio, who was smirking like a child who learned a new secret, eyed him. "You and munchkin seem a little closer than usual. Did something happen?"

Ignis was already all-too-familiar with the way Gladio functioned. He knew why he was asking and wouldn't provide him the satisfaction of the truth, knowing it would only cause relentless teasing. "Nothing of the sort. We simply enjoyed each other's company while scavenging. (Y/n) did educate me on something quite eye-opening in regards to her people."

"Really? Like what?" Prompto, just like Ignis, was interested in learning about guardians. While he wasn't as invested as the tactician was when he was younger, he too had read plenty of documents and books about spirits.

"The rite of annulment, a ritual where the souls of a guardian and master are severed."

"Oh, that's pretty cool!"

"Something else happened. I can tell. You really gonna leave us to hang out to dry, Iggy?" Gladio sighed.

"My lips are sealed," the advisor replied with a hint of a grin.

"Lame."

(Y/n) walked over after storing the new, fresh ingredients and her chocobo returned to its pen. "Now that everyone's up, we should make our way to Lestallum. I think if our side trip lasts any longer, we'll worry Iris."

"Might be too late for that," Gladio muttered. "She started blowing up Noct's phone this morning. I don't even have a single message from her, and I'm her brother. Can you believe it?"

"You...don't want me to answer that."

Before Gladio could retort, Prompto hopped to his feet. "To Lestallum!"

The group piled into the Regalia and left Wiz Chocobo Post. (Y/n) sat in the front with Ignis at Prompto's behest. She wondered when the seating arrangement would be ideal so everyone was comfortable. She appreciated the marksman's kindness, but she felt as if there was another reason why he no longer rode shotgun.

Halfway to Lestallum, Noctis shattered the silence in the car. "Hey, (Y/n), Specs said you wanted to visit this place called Costlemark. What do you think you're gonna find there?"

From the prince's question, she figured Ignis hadn't mentioned the voice. She wondered how to respond and fabricated a lie on the spot after remembering what Ignis told her. "Costlemark Tower was once part of the ancient civilization known as Solheim. I was hoping to check it out and see if my people happened to have any presence in their ancient society. I figured what better place to check than Costlemark. I want to know more about my people." She turned around in the seat and met Noctis' gaze. "Is this a selfish request? If it is, please don't worry about it."

"Nah, don't worry 'bout it," Noctis reassured her. "If you're that curious, I don't see why not to visit. We can visit after we're done in Lestallum."

She smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you, Noct."

The rest of the drive was practically silent until they reached the outskirts of Lestallum. Prompto was chatting with Noctis as they traveled through the tunnel leading to the town. Gladio and Ignis didn't join the conversation until they exited the tunnel and Lestallum came into full view. The boys expressed their awe whereas (Y/n) looked around silently in astonishment. She was looking forward to see what the town had to offer.

When the Regalia was parked, everyone exited the vehicle. They made their way up a small spiral staircase, crossed the road, and wandered into the main thoroughfare. At that moment, Gladio called Iris and learned she was staying at the Leville. Now all they had to do was locate the hotel.

As they were walking through the main thoroughfare, passing the various food carts offering a variety of items, they were suddenly stopped by an energetic voice. "Hold on a moment!" The group turned around and spotted a man with shaggy sable locks, silver eyes, and glasses. He even had a beauty mark on his left cheek that stood out against his pale complexion. A camera hung around his neck, swinging back and forth as he approached them.

Noctis looked around before pointing at himself. "Uh, us?"

"Yes, you! Well, more like her!" He pointed at (Y/n).

Gladio eyed him suspiciously. "And who're you?"

"Name's Luca. I work for Meteor Publishing." He raises his camera and aimed it at the girl. "I may be a photographer for a major publishing company, but I've got my own dream project I'm working on in my spare time."

Prompto wasn't cautious like Gladio and was excited to meet another person passionate about photography. "What's your dream project?"

"To photograph my people."

"You're a guardian, correct?" Ignis asked after analyzing his appearance.

"I am," Luca smiled, rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt to reveal the silver gemstone located on his upper arm. "And your friend here is the second spirit I've met since moving to Lestallum. Guardians are few and far between, which kinda makes us a minority no one really understands even with all the formal text across Eos. You'd be surprised how little those books cover. Most of them are repetitive and do us guardians no justice. I want to photograph the various guardians I meet so I can write a real book about my people in order for humans to truly understand us."

"This dream project of yours sounds admirable," Gladio confessed.

"It'll be a lot of work, but I know it'll pay off. I'm tired of people discriminating against spirits."

Noctis' brows furrowed together, displaying his bewilderment. "Guardians are discriminated against?"

"We are," (Y/n) chimed in. "There are many humans who see us as secondary citizens and have no real contribution to society. There were some establishments in Insomnia that banned spirits from entering."

"There are some here in Lestallum, too," Luca said.

"Why would people do such a thing?" Prompto asked with a frown.

"It's the fear of the unknown," the sapphire-eyed girl answered. "While guardians are vastly documented, many people still fear us for what we're capable of. It's mainly due to our connection to the mana that flows through Eos."

Luca nodded. "Exactly. People are afraid we'll walk into their establishment and use our magic willy-nilly to blow things up. But we work just as hard, maybe even harder, than humans to achieve our goals."

"You should've told me about this, (Y/n)," Noctis said. "If I'd known crap like that was happening in the city, I would've done something about it."

She lowered her head. "I would never use Ignis' position as your advisor to change politics. Even if I had told you and you did do something to change that, it's impossible to erase people's fears."

"Luca!" A voice shouted. A man with slicked back blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a pair of sunglasses on top of his head came bounding over. He placed his hands on Luca's shoulders before glancing at the others. "I hope he isn't causing you guys any trouble."

"Not in the slightest," Ignis said.

"Thank the Six," the man sighed. As he looked around at the faces of the group, he noticed (Y/n) and gasped. "Another guardian!"

Luca nudged the man. "Why do you think I ran off like that, Jasper?"

"How was I supposed to know you saw another guardian?" Jasper smiled at the girl. "It's nice to see another spirit wandering these parts. Luca's been hunting left and right for his own kind."

(Y/n) glances down at Jasper's hand, seeing a ring with a silver gemstone on his finger. Just below it she saw what appeared to be an engagement ring. "You must be Luca's master."

"That, I am. And who is...?" He looked around and spotted the skull necklace with sapphire gemstone eyes around Ignis' neck. "Ah, you're her master!"

One by one, the group introduced themselves to Jasper and Luca. The silver-eyed spirit snapped a few pictures of (Y/n) before lowering his camera. "Whenever you have time, I'd like to talk to you in private, (Y/n)."

"I would love to," she giggled.

"You can find me at the outlook. My boss and I usually hang around there and chat from time to time."

Jasper linked his arm with Luca's. "But for now, we're heading to lunch. You're paying this time, right?"

Luca groaned. "Fine..."

The two men walked off. Prompto glances between them. "Are those two...?"

(Y/n) smiled ear-to-ear. "They are. Jasper was wearing an engagement ring."

Gladio then smacked Ignis on the back and whispered to him, "Maybe you can ask that Jasper guy about your doubts."

The tactician adjusted his glasses. He had thought of the idea before the words had even left the shield's mouth. The main reason he had yet to confess his feelings to (Y/n) was because of their status as guardian and master. Jasper could shine a light and help him. "A course of action I am willing to take."

"That's the spirit, Iggy." Gladio shoves his hand into his pocket. "With that pushed aside, let's go meet Iris."

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#ffxv #ffxv x reader #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv x reader #ignis x reader #ignis scientia #ignis scientia x reader

[water-writings]

person A: *holding up a rainbow lollipop* which is more gay, me or the lollipop? + your choice!!!

I'm so sorry! I couldn't think of anything, but this. It's so short, but I haven't written for Gavin yet and he's one of my favorite side characters. I also haven't watched Descendants in a while so not sure how I feel about Harry's dialogue. I'm so sorry in advance.

Aria pointed Spencer towards the wall of containers that contained all the chocolate. She laughed and smiled as she watched the 10 year old jump up and down before running over to the wall and joining Dizzy and Evie.

“Thank god,” Harry groaned, running a hand over his face. “That annoying brat is gone.”

“He’s not a brat, Harry,” Aria chided, glaring at the VK. “Just because you think he’s annoying doesn’t mean he’s a brat. The way you’re acting is more bratty than anything I’ve seen.”

“Is that so, Angelfish?” Harry grinned, leaning towards the red haired princess.

Aria rolled her eyes. “It is so. If you’re going to be annoying I’m walking away. Go bother Uma and Gil and grab some candy. You and your crew wanted to go shopping in the square. So go shop.”

Harry slung an arm around Aria’s shoulders, bringing her into his side as he gave her a smirk. “Come now, Angelfish, you don’ want tah spend more time with lil ol’ me?”

Slipping under his arm, Aria stood in front of the pirate. “I spend enough time with lil ol’ you when I’m tutoring you. I don’t mind hanging out with you, Harry, but right now you’re being annoying and a rather rude. Why can’t you spend one day with Spencer? He’s a sweet boy, he just looks up to you.” She looked at him one last time before walking away, heading towards Gavin, Jay, Mal and Ben.

The pirate scoffed. “Yeah, because I’m such a good role model.”

“What?” Aria turned back around, a confused look at her face as she stared at the boy.

Harry stared back at her for a second before shaking his head. “Nothing, Angelfish.”

Aria watched as Harry walked away to the back of the store where Uma, Gil, and one other crew member were stuffing a plastic bag full of green and blue colored candy. She sighed, yet again confused by the pirate that one second had an air of confidence and then the next he’d be mumbling stuff to himself, looking almost defeated.

“Aria! Aria!”

The princess turned around, taking a step back when she came face to face with Gavin. He had a large smile on his face as he shoved a large, rainbow lollipop in her face.

“Which is more gay, me or the lollipop?”

A giggle came from the red head as the dark haired boy smiled down at her. “I don’t know, Gav, you might be giving that lollipop a run for its money.”

“I told you, Mal!” Gavin shouted over his shoulder, making the VK laugh.

“Come on,” Aria laughed. She grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled him back to the group. “I want to see if they have those Agrabarian cinnamon dots in stock again.”

#oc: aria daughter of ariel and prince eric #oc: aria #oc: gavin #oc: gavin son of giselle and robert #harry hook #harry and aria #haria #descendants oc #disney descedants oc #disney #disney descendants #descendants #writing #thank you for the prompt #witchofinterest #writer #fanfiction #descendants fanfic #descendants fanfiction #disney oc

[silvr-skreen]

I’m assimilating more people into the Jason and Gil sphere. Good. I’ll make it happen I’ll feed the like. 3-4 people who want this.

#jason jinkins #good ol gil giggles #toon x cog #yeah.

[thisaliennerd]

Healing at Hollyhill

(Read on AO3 -  There’s no romantic stuff here, just ex-spouses being friends, but Sandra Lynn is Sandra Lynn, and I think we all know the proposition she makes, so you know, there’s that.)

Summary:  Have you ever wondered what Gilear and Sandra Lynn’s convo was like while the Bad Kids were having their shrimp party? Well, here’s a little snippet of that heart to heart.

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Honestly, whatever is going on in the house should be supervised, but what adult wants to supervise a bunch of drunk, extremely powerful, loud teenagers, that they technically work for? They’ll be fine. How weird can it get?

Sandra Lynn sighs, leans her head back against the seat of the van, and closes her eyes. “They’re going to remember to pull out mattresses, right?”

Gilear smiles, “Sure.” 

“That’s comforting.”

“They’ve handled it every other time one of them has been possessed. They will be fine.”

“Mmm…”

Gilear leans forward, studying Sandra Lynn’s face. “So, what’s up with you?”

She opens her eyes, looking down at him. “What do you want?”

“I don’t want anything. We’ve just been talking a lot about me. What’s your deal?”

She sighs again, rubbing her face. “You want to know what my deal is? You want to know my business? Fine.” She leans forward so that her face is inches from Gilear’s, staring deep into his eyes. “Jawbone and I broke up.”

Gilear smiles softly and sits back. “I’m sorry.”

She looks down at her hands. “No, it’s ok. It’s what I deserve. I’m a fuck up.” 

“Well, sure, but look who you’re talking to.”

Sandra Lynn exhales softly in amusement. “You’re not a fuck up.”

“Sandra Lynn, look at me for a second,” Sandra Lynn looks up at Gilear. “I was stuck,” she starts giggling, “under the van,” he smiles too as she continues to giggle, “with an apple in my mouth,” Sandra Lynn is fully laughing now, “for a full day.” She laughs even harder. “And no one even noticed.”

Sandra Lynn’s laughter ebbs and a sadness reappears in her eyes. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that…”

“I see what you’re doing. It’s fine. There was a lot going on. Let’s not shift this back to me.”

Sandra Lynn whispers, “...damn it.” She looks up at him, “We broke up because I cheated on him. Multiple times.” Gilear raises an eyebrow, but Sandra Lynn just holds up a finger. “I don’t want to talk about it. But yeah, it happened, and we broke up. I fucked up another relationship, and yeah. That’s it. That’s all there is to it.”

“Is it?”

“What?”

“Well, in my experience of you,” 

Sandra Lynn shakes her head a little, smiling wryly, “Mmhm…” 

Gilear continues, “When you feel like you have fucked up and made a mistake, you tend to double down on it.”

Sandra Lynn barks out a laugh, “You know what, no! I don’t think that’s true, actually.”

“No?”

“No, I think when I’m faced with the actual consequences of my actions, I back down and try to get my shit together.” 

“Really? Because I remember an incident where you were begging me to stay when you really should have been talking to Fig.”

Sandra Lynn slaps a hand over her heart. “Ow, Gil, Jesus!”

“I’m sorry, that felt mean.”

“No, you’re right, that did happen, but then you yelled at me, and I got it together and took responsibility. Look, what I’m saying is what causes me to get drunk and go fuck someone I shouldn’t is usually a feeling of having too much responsibility that I can’t handle, feelings of guilt, or feelings of being unworthy, so then I do fuck up, and that amplifies and confirms those fears, and that creates a vicious cycle of feeling terrible about myself and continuously messing up. However, when I’m confronted by the people that I’ve hurt and betrayed, it makes me want to change and be better, so I try and I build back up, but then I end up in that position of having responsibility and shit, and I crash back down again. So it’s a cycle, and me being better actually just restarts that cycle.”

“Maybe that’s because you aren’t dealing with the root of the problem.”

“God, don’t get all cryptic on me. Just say what you’re going to say so we can move on.”

Gilear smiles a little and nods, “Maybe, the problem is that your “attempt to be better” is fueled by self-loathing instead of a genuine desire to change.” 

“What the fuck? Who are you?”

“Someone who up until very recently exclusively made decisions fueled by self-loathing.”

“How could I not hate myself, though? I have fucked up every good thing in my life because I have no self-control and don’t know how to deal with responsibility. It’s never anyone’s fault but my own. For you, it was my guilt over you leaving Fallinel for me, over not wanting kids, and feeling unworthy of your love. For Jawbone, it was the realization that I was failing Fig, the knowledge that four kids are now relying on me for a home, looking to me as a parental figure, and then coming along on this mission, it brought back so many memories of adventuring, needing to be a role model, and then just a deep, deep fear that Fig might be following down the same path as me. You know, with the drinking and drugs and making out with old men. I just feel so out of control as a parent, as a human. And that makes me do stupid things. I have every reason to hate myself.” 

“Yeah, sure. I’m an adult man who almost exclusively eats yogurt. On the surface, there’s no reason that we can’t loathe ourselves and live sad lives. Except that’s not true. There is one reason why we can’t do that.” Sandra Lynn looks curiously up at him, and Gilear simply says, “Fig.”

Sandra Lynn looks curious but doesn’t speak.

Gilear continues, “The only thing that is preventing me from just succumbing to my pathetic life is the knowledge that Fig would try to pull me out of it if I did. She has put her time and energy into trying to make my life better, and it shouldn’t be that way. We should be doing that for her, but instead, she’s trying to do that for us. It would be cruel to her for us to force her to work harder to keep us afloat. I think if there’s anything we can do for her, it’s to try our hardest to be the best we can.”

“Holy shit…”

“She didn’t have to take us back into her life. She had every motive to continue to reject and hate us, but she chose to love is, and that is a magic in and of itself. I’m just a guy. There is nothing inherently special or magical about me. But Fig choosing to love me makes me special, and I’d be a fool and a coward not to try my hardest to make that choice worthwhile for her.”

“Damn...yeah. 

“We owe her. She’s not going to give up on us, so it’s irresponsible of us to give up on ourselves.”

Sandra Lynn tears up, “She’s so good. Such a good person. We don’t deserve her.”

“Of course we don’t. But she’s chosen us.”

Sandra Lynn looks at Gilear, wipes her eyes, and softly says, “I love you.”

Gilear sighs, “I love you too.”

There’s a long pause. It’s not uncomfortable, it’s peaceful. And then Sandra Lynn looks up at her ex-husband, a mix of sadness, longing, regret, love, and amusement fill her eyes, and she says, “Wanna fuck?”

Gilear bursts into laughter, Sandra Lynn smiles and chuckles lightly, the look on her face now a mixture of genuine earnestness and dry comedy. 

Gilear gently shakes his head, "No." 

Sandra Lynn smiles sadly, the knowledge that what they once had is gone settles in both of their minds, and she says, "Didn't think so, just thought I'd ask."

There's a moment of comfortable silence, and then Sandra Lynn looks back at Gilear with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and says "Are you sure?" She gestures up and down her body, "I mean, you're turning down this?" 

Gilear smiles awkwardly and a little sadly, "I don't want to rub salt in the wound…" 

Sandra Lynn sticks her tongue in her cheek, smiling in that slightly bitter, sarcastic way, “Uh, huh…”

“But, I...have a girlfriend.”

Sandra Lynn lets out a heavy exhale, “Yeah...damn.” She shakes her head, laughing a little.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. You do have a girlfriend.”

“I know you don’t particularly like her.”

“No, Hallariel is…” She pauses, searching for words. Gilear snorts and they both start laughing. 

Gilear shakes his head, “I understand that she can be...difficult.” Sandra Lynn raises an eyebrow. “And I know that it looks bad that she didn’t notice I was missing, but in her defense, no one did.” 

“I don’t know, Gil. You live in her garage.” 

Gilear laughs a little, “I know, but it was more that my apartment was dangerous to live in, but it was really too early to move in together, so she offered to let me live in her garage, and I said yes. I know you tend to move in with your partners immediately,” Sandra Lynn rolls her eyes and laughs a little, “But most people wait a while.”

Sandra Lynn sighs, “I mean, sure. All I’m trying to say is I feel like every time I’ve seen you two interact, I just get so sad for you.”

“Yeah, I...listen, Hallariel Seacaster is one of the most deeply selfish people I have ever met."

“Reeaalllyy selling it there, Gil.”

He sighs, smiling, “I wasn’t done. Hallariel is an extremely selfish person, but she hates herself for it. She feels like her fear over living for centuries made her push people away. And because of that, she feels like she’s been a bad partner and a failure of a mother,” Gilear looks over at Sandra Lynn, “Stop me when this sounds familiar.”

Sandra Lynn gasps, “Oh my god!”

Gilear smiles, “You and Hallariel are similar in more ways than either of you would like to admit.”

Sandra Lynn shakes her head. 

“That being said, you are also very different people. You are not a bad mother. You’re a flawed person with a traumatic past, but you’ve done your best. That isn’t the case for Hallariel. I don’t want to...reveal anything that I shouldn’t, but unlike you, she didn’t try to be a good mother. Her fear over losing another child,” Sandra Lynn raises an eyebrow and winces and sighs, “Whelp, ol’ Gilear already fucked that one up, but yes, losing another child, and the knowledge that she would outlive her husband, caused her to shut herself off entirely. She very deeply regrets that choice. She claims that the thing that she found, I don’t want to say attractive because I don’t think that anything about me can be called attractive,” 

Sandra Lynn laughs, but looks a little sad, and says, “I find you attractive!”

“No, it’s fine, I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity! I do find you attractive.”

Gilear sighs deeply, “Sandra Lynn…”

“I’m sorry, did you miss the offer I just made you?”

“Yeah, but that kinda felt like a “I just broke up with my boyfriend and need a distraction and you are literally the only other adult here” kind of situation.”

Sandra Lynn snorts, “I mean...sure. But I do find you attractive, and it was a genuine offer.”

“Fine, well, regardless, she says that what drew her to me was Fig. Or more specifically, my love for Fig. I am willing to put my well being and often my life in harm’s way for Fig, and she fundamentally can’t understand how to do that, but she wants to. Now, I don’t necessarily agree with that, I don’t think I’ve been much of a father for years, but she believes that I am a good parent and she admires that about me, I suppose.”

“You are a good dad, Gil. You’ve always been a good dad. And you always will be. It’s something I’ve always loved about you.” Sandra Lynn sighs, closing her eyes, “Look, I know we’re trying not to shit on ourselves today, but the longer we’ve been on this trip, the more I’ve realized that the only thing keeping Fig from being me is you. You know what I mean? Because that kid has picked up, frankly, far more of my coping mechanisms than I’d like. But the one thing that is keeping her from becoming me, is her undying loyalty to the people she loves, and she didn’t get that from me. She got it from you. Fig cares so deeply and loves so fully that it prevents her from falling to that cycle of betrayal and infidelity. You taught her that by loving her in that way, and I cannot thank you enough for that. So if that’s the reason that Hallarial loves you, I’d say it’s earned.”

Gilear smiles softly, “Well, thank you.”

“It’s true.”

“I stand by what I said, as well. You’re not a bad mother. You’ve taught Fig so many things that I couldn’t, you can relate to her. You know what she’s going through. And you are able to physically protect her in a way that I can’t.”

“Yeah, you gotta be good at something, I guess.”

“You’re good at a lot of things.”

“I’d rather be good at being a person." 

"And I'd rather not die every other day. We both have things to work on. But we have a motive, so let's do it for Fig."

"Yeah. For Fig."

And Sandra Lynn and Gilear sit together in the van, Sandra Lynn puts her hand on Gilear’s knee, and there they stay, chatting in a calm healing way until sunrise.

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Toontown: Corporate Clash Recap: Toontown Central Mainline Tasks (Good ol' Gil Giggles)

Okay so, let’s just pick up where we left off:

The Numbers Mason

Step 1 is to speak with Good ol’ Gil Giggles, the green pig standing next to Bumpy, for 40 experience points and 3 jellybeans.

“Hey there, [Toon Name]! Glad to finally speak to you!”

“I’ve been hearing reports from Toons all over about what a great job you’ve done.”

“Especially from Franz Neckvein. We’ve never seen him so pumped up lately! Even if we get a little confused on what he’s "vaying”.“

"So, let’s see if your hot streak continues, cause boy do I got a few tasks that’d be incredibly nice to have taken off my hooves.”

“So, we’ve been talking to Banker Bob about handling jellybeans and holding them for Toons, but it turns out he’s in a situation himself.”

“Head on over to Banker Bob here in the Bank in the playground and help him figure it out.”

“It’ll be key to helping our tasty economy stay afloat!”

Toontown Bank, and by extension Banker Bob, are located right there in Toontown Central Playground.

Banker Bob himself is a maroon horse in glasses, and he’s in quite a pickle. Hear him out for 40 experience and 3 jellybeans.

“Hey there! Are you here to help me out?”

“I’ve been trying to stay in contact with the Toon Resistance as much as possible, as I’m experiencing quite an issue.”

“Ever since the big switch to jellybeans as our currency, it’s been a nightmare for me to keep track of things.”

“My job is incredibly important, mind you. I’m not here for storage, no no, I keep track of a lot of stuff.”

“I track inflation, influx, spending, and all kinds of numbers that’d make your eyes twirl around trying to keep track of.”

“The fact of the matter here is I need to get my adding machine back to add up things properly.”

“Only if one of those money-grubbing Penny Pinchers hadn’t taken my only one, that is…”

“If you can find the Penny Pincher that took my adding machine I’d be so entirely grateful to you.”

Yeah, while Cogs never enter the Playground in gameplay, that doesn’t mean that they can’t enter in the lore.

And the bank doesn’t really store Jellybeans because, well, all of the Toons already have Jellybean Banks in their estates. It would be redundant, gameplay wise, to have Toontown Bank do the same thing.

But back to the Task at hand, any Penny Pincher in Toontown Central could drop the Adding Machine.

Just bring it back to Bob for 40 experience and 3 jellybeans.

“Yes! This sure looks like the right adding machine. Catsio model number 70-0N. Just the thing!”

“One minor problem, however.”

“It’s broken.”

“Whichever Penny Pincher you got this back from really did a LOT of pinching.”

“The buttons are all smashed in and there are a few loose springs, let alone what else that may be wrong with it…”

“But that’s alright, as I know just the Toon who will be able to fix it!”

“She’s quite possibly the most intellectual Toon in all of Toontown Central, and that’s saying a lot coming from the likes of me.”

“Go and see P.I. Multiply. She runs her shop Pies Are Squared down on Wacky Way.”

“Find her, present her with this, and I’m sure she’ll have it fixed in no time.”

Take the Adding Machine to P.I. Multiply, a periwinkle cat, to earn 40 experience and 3 jellybeans.

“Why hello there. Are you in need of any assistance?”

“Oh no! Your adding machine!”

“Don’t you worry, I’ll get this machine fixed and working better than it did before it was broken!”

“I just need a few parts. If you can gather up springs, a gear, and a paperclip I can surely fix this thing in no time.”

“In fact, I think you can get those things really easily from the Cogs!”

“Just knock a few around with your pies and I bet you’ll find all the parts in no time.”

“I’m always here so there’s no need to rush! Good luck!”

You need to get 3 Machine Parts from any of the Cogs in Toontown Central. Bring them back to P.I Multiply for, you guessed it, 40 experience and 3 jellybeans.

“Absolutely splendid. Now let me just do my thing!”

“I just gotta use the paperclip to pop it open here…”

“Replace a spring here, a sprocket there…”

“Pop in some new gears, aaaaand voila!”

“Good as new!”

“All the functions work perfectly, the paper lift lifts, the total button buttons, everything’s wonderfully functional!”

“Make sure to take better care of it in the future. It looked like you got a little frustrated with calculus homework!”

“See you around!”

Bring the Adding Machine back to Banker Bob for 40 experience and 3 jellybeans.

“Why thank you! This is gonna be so handy!”

“It’s a big job to help in handling the switch but it’ll be much easier now.”

“And who knows, maybe all this will allow for me to create new extra goodies for Toons!”

“Thank you so much, [Toon Name].”

“You can head on back to the Toon Headquarters now. I’ve got a lot of numbers to track.”

“Good luck!”

To finish the task, go back to Good ol’ Giggles.

“Excellent! You’re really winning me over, I gotta tell you. There’s not many Toons that accomplish so much in that amount of time.”

“So, you solved the issue with the bank, but we still have another sector that’s facing issues.”

“One of the biggest issues we’re dealing with currently is our postal system.”

“With tons of Toons coming from all around and the Cogs invading, there have been tons of letters coming in and out of the mail.”

“Postmaster Pete has reported to us that he’s absolutely backed up with letters – almost to the point that he’s swimming in them!”

“I’m sending you over to show us you got what it takes.”

“Don’t let us down, [Toon Name]!”

Completing the task earns the player 320 experience, 3 jellybeans, and the task:

Letter Rip

The Toontown Post Office is located on Loopy Lane, and Postmaster Pete is a lime dog. Speaking with him rewards 48 experience and 3 jellybeans.

“Oh no, please, no more letters…”

“Please don’t tell me you’re here with another one…”

“I can’t take it anymore! There are letters piled up to my muzzle!”

“I take absolute pride in being the finest postmaster in Toontown, but at this rate, I don’t know if I can keep it up.”

“And that’s concerning, I don’t want my 5-star rating on Howl to drop!”

“Please, first, I need better gloves before I begin to touch the massive pile of envelopes I have in the back.”

“I’m concerned that my door will burst open, spewing letters everywhere at this rate, and paper cuts are a real concern.”

“Could you please get me some papercut-proof gloves? Cold Callers have some that’d be great for this!”

“They’re constantly freezing, so they wear gloves to offset that.”

“They’re also papercut-proof to prevent the cuts that come from handling a bursting rolodex.”

“If you could get a few pairs, that’d be amazing. Once the first pair wears out, I’ll need to get more!”

“Thank you so much.”

Any Cold Caller in Toontown Central can drop a Papercut-Proof Glove, and you need 2. Bring both back to him for 48 more experience and 3 more jellybeans.

“Now I just have to sort through all this stuff and get it out to the Toons is belongs to.”

“It’s crazy, I’ll tell ya…”

“It’s like people think it’s acceptable to send more mail every week thinking their last one didn’t get through or something.”

“We seem to get TONS of the stuff every single day…”

“I mean granted, we indeed haven’t gotten around to sending them through to be read, but still…”

“WAIT… I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I HAVE MADE A VERY, VERY BAD MISTAKE. I NEED YOUR HELP.”

“When I sorted the mail, I was being a bit lazy and tossing a few things here and there. Sometimes chaos is the recipe for success, you know?”

“Anyways, while I had a bunch of letters and boxes spewed about the floor of my shop, a Pencil Pusher sneaked in and snatched up a box.”

“I can’t let this slip out, it’s crucial that my reputation stay as high as it can. I need to keep my dignity!”

“Please, [Toon Name]. Please go out and find the Pencil Pusher that took this box and bring it back before I have to explain away more missing mail.”

“I already do that too much as it is!”

Y’know, it’s a wonder Postmaster Pete hasn’t been fired. Maybe he should hire an assistant or two instead of doing it all on his own?

Ahem, regardless, you need to retrieve the Package from any Pencil Pusher in Toontown Central, and bring it back for 48 experienced and 3 jellybeans.

“PHEW!”

“I was really worried there, I could see my Postmaster title flashing before my eyes.”

“What am I without being a postmaster??”

“I’m just Pete!”

“I can’t be JUST Pete!”

“Thank you for your help. I even got the time to drop by Patty Papercut while you were out.”

“She helped me devise a new way of delivering letters. The "Paper Airplane.”

“They’re excellent by the way. They almost seemed to have a mind of their own as they soared off to their respective owners.”

“Patty Papercut is kinda an oddball though. She liked to call the airplanes, "her babies.”

“Don’t ask me why…”

“I just have a few items left now to deliver. Let me take a look.”

“Oh, huh. It actually turns out the rest is all for one Toon apparently.”

“They’re all for Loony Louis, down on Silly Street at his shop Used Clown Cars.”

“I wonder what they could be…”

“Here, just take the rest down to him. AND BE CAREFUL!”

“After that we’re all sorted!”

Loony Louis is a citrine duck in a racing-themed outfit and a clown afro. Speaking to him rewards, you guessed it, 48 experience and 3 jellybeans.

“Finally! Those are my packages right?”

“…”

“Wanna know what’s inside?”

“Most people do.”

“I’ll let you in on the secret, if you fish me up a few more clown tires for this fixer upper I’m working on in the back.”

“It can fit up to 12 clowns, but I bet you could even fit 16 if you really packed them in hard enough!”

“Oh, boy do I love clown cars!”

“What’s that?”

“Toons in this town have weird fascinations?”

“How dare you!”

“I’ll have you know I have only the finest of taste in clown cars.”

“Now unless you want to lose your chance to find out what’s inside these boxes, you better get to fishing!”

You can fish up the Clown Car Tires from any pond in Toontown Central. Bring them back to Loony Louis for one more gift of 48 experience and 3 jellybeans.

“Alright, I’ll tell you!”

“It’s…”

“IT’S…”

“MORE CLOWN CAR PARTS!”

“Isn’t it fantastic!”

“Wait, where are you goi-”

All that’s left after this is to report back to Good ol’ Gil Giggles to wrap up the task.

“Splendid! Really a great job has been done all-around by you, [Toon Name].”

“I’ve gotta say, I really feel like you’re on my side. I got some serious trust in you now.”

“I’m gonna give you the thumbs up from me and I’m gonna move you up to the Toon himself, Lord Lowden Clear.”

“He’s always up to something so I’m sure he could use your help.”

This grants you 336 experience, 23 jellybeans, and caps off Good ol’ Gil Giggles’ arc.

Next time, we see what Lord Lowden Clear wants you to do.

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that mail system is a hot mess but also a mood

#submission

[eviesmyspiritanimal]

This Means War

Summary: When Uma shaves Dude’s butt in retaliation for Carlos not watching him and letting him chew up her shoe, Mal, Evie, Uma, Audrey, and Jane as well as Jay, Carlos, Harry, Gil, and Ben are launched into a full-on prank war. Includes lots of friendship/family feels, Bal, Jaudrey, Jarlos, Huma, and onesided Gil x Evie.

  Uma walked into her apartment in Mal and Ben’s castle, kicking off her shoes at the door. She stretched a bit before heading into the living room, planning to turn on a little bit of TV before she made dinner for her and the boys. After all, she definitely didn’t trust them in the kitchen.

  As Captain of the Guard, Uma had been working hard that day, training all of the new recruits, and it had been mercilessly excruciating work. She had been laboring tirelessly, pushing them hard as she could, and in the midst of her efforts, she had done almost as much as they had.

  She was beginning to wonder which of the two sides was doing the most effort. She was quite inclined to think that she was.

  Either way, she was exhausted, and very eager to sit and focus on something else that didn’t involve running, push-ups, sit-ups. Pretty much anything that didn’t involve moving.

  Uma shuffled into the living room, and her eyes went wide as she took in the dog that was sitting there on her couch. It was that little orange mutt that Carlos had adopted, and Uma narrowed her eyes as she took in the sight of the creature. It was sitting there in her seat, her seat, as if it owned the place. And worse than that, the little rat was chewing one of her shoes.

  Uma’s eyes narrowed, and she glared at the creature in pure rage. He looked up at her and just seemed to notice she was there. He widened his eyes, and quickly jumped up from his place on the couch, dropping the shoe.

  “It’s not what it looks like!” he cried, and Uma narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

  “What are you doing in my house, dog?!” Uma demanded as she glared at the dog. He laid his ears back and chuckled nervously.

  “Uh… Well, funny story actually… You see, I got loose from Carlos’s place and decided I’d go wandering around. It was then that I smelled the most glorious scent of funions! So I went through an open doorway, and found this!” Dude told her, and Uma’s eyes narrowed as she realized that the animal had just said that her feet smelled like funions.

  “But when I went to leave with it, I couldn’t get out because the door was shut,” Dude explained with a nervous laugh, and Uma gritted her teeth, remembering well that she had left the door open for a moment as she hurried back inside the apartment to get her favorite sword. The dog must have gotten in somewhere in that time interval.

  Uma set her jaw in irritation as she tried desperately to reign in her feelings of pure and unadulterated rage.

  Carlos really needed to keep a better eye on his dog. After all, the boy was probably playing video games, and not giving the dog the attention that it required in order to ensure its good behavior. Nevertheless, Uma was positively infuriated at the de Vil boy.

  “Dog, you’ve got three seconds to get out of my house,” Uma informed him finally, grinding the words out from between her teeth as she informed the pet of his time. He sighed in relief.

  “Oh, phew, I thought you were going to shave my butt or something!” Dude piped up, grinning happily. Uma paused suddenly as her gaze snapped to the dog. She immediately remembered Harry’s shaver, and she grinned evilly as it suddenly occurred to her just how she could gain retaliation against the de Vil boy.

  “Uh… Why are you smiling like that? I don’t think that’s a good sign,” Dude pointed out worriedly, and Uma smiled even wider with her teeth glinting as she reached out for the mutt, chuckling under her breath all the while.

  “I’ll teach Carlos a thing or two about messing with a pirate…”

    ………………………………………………………………………………………………………

      “UMA?! UMA?! HEY, UMA?!” Carlos called, storming into the room with Dude in his arms, and Uma, Harry, Gil, Ben, Mal, Evie, Jay, Audrey, and Jane all looked up to stare at him from their various positions around the room.

  It had been only hours since Uma had shaved Dude, and it was now nightfall. Carlos had obviously just found out about the dog. Or at least, it had taken him this long to find Uma.

  Everyone blinked, just gaping at the boy until Uma finally decided to speak up.

  “That’s my name, and you know I never get tired of hearing it, but do you have to shout it that loudly?” Uma questioned innocently from her place on the couch between Harry and Gil. Carlos frowned as his eyes narrowed at the pirate.

  “What’s your problem, Whitey Tighty? Your panties get in a wad?” Uma questioned, and snorted as she enjoyed her joke. Harry grinned widely at the comment, and Gil giggled goofily along, noting that it was the appropriate way to support Uma at that moment.

  “You shaved Dude’s butt!” Carlos accused, spinning the dog around so everyone could see. Everyone stared for a moment, and Harry suddenly burst into loud laughter. That seemed to break the dam, and soon enough, everyone else was laughing and giggling along at the dog’s expense.

  “Carlos! You said you weren’t going to show anybody!” Dude cried, embarrassedly, and Carlos eyed him apologetically before turning the dog back around so that his front was facing everyone.

  “I’m sorry, Dude, but I had to get my point across,” Carlos apologized before hardening his tone and glaring at Uma with pursed lips and an irritated gaze.

  “Tha’ is hilarious!” Harry laughed hard, pointing at the boy and the dog, and Carlos just held the mutt a bit closer to him, scratching his neck protectively.

  “That’s genius!” Mal commented from her place between Evie and Ben where she was currently squeezing Evie’s hand tightly and leaning her head against Ben’s shoulder, giggling uncontrollably as she looked between the pet and Uma. Uma just made a gesture to bow in gratitude before grinning widely and evilly.

  “What did Snowflake do, Uma?” Evie questioned, her eyes sparkling with some odd mix of humor and pity, and Uma just laughed before glaring a bit at the dog, letting her grin turn to a smirk.

  “He wasn’t keeping a good eye on his stupid dog, so I took the liberty of doing something that he might would pay attention to,” Uma explained herself, and Carlos huffed offendedly.

  “How messed up is that?! You don’t shave the dog’s butt! That’s just weird!” Carlos announced to the room, and Harry and Mal just laughed harder, really enjoying this entire ordeal. Jane actually secretly agreed with Carlos that it was kind of cruel to shave the dog’s behind.

  “C’mon, Jay, back me up!” Carlos demanded, and Jay shrugged as he gestured to the other boy.

  “Ol’ Frosted Flake didn’t mean to let his dog loose. You know how dogs are,” Jay explained, and Audrey looked up at her boyfriend from where she was rested against his chest.

  “Yeah, but it was probably because he was playing a bunch of ridiculous, time-wasting video games,” Uma pointed out, and Harry froze, furrowing his brow as he suddenly lost all signs of enjoying Uma’s picking on Carlos. Uma knew exactly why Harry was offended. After all, he had become quite fond of video games since the she, him, and Gil had moved to Auradon.

  In fact, as she looked around, all of the other boys that had been laughing were now looking quite unimpressed with Uma’s statement.

  “Video games aren’t a waste of time,” Jay piped up, throwing in his opinion, and Harry nodded as he gazed at Uma with his eyebrows knitted together.

  “Ye know, fer once, I actually agree with Jay-Jay,” Harry expressed, and Uma rolled her eyes as she looked at Gil. Even Gil looked a bit offended as he watched her. Uma groaned loudly.

  “Come on, y’all can’t seriously think that video games are worth forgetting everything for.”

  “Yeah, video games aren’t really healthy for your psyche anyway,” Evie piped up, putting in her scientific opinion, and Mal nodded in approval.

  “Maybe not worth forgetting everything for, but I certainly don’t feel that video games are a waste of time, though,” Ben told Evie, looking at her with some defensiveness, and Mal narrowed her eyes as the boys suddenly seemed quite against Uma and Evie’s points of view.

  Mal looked at Evie, and she saw Evie’s brown eyes were glowing with that familiar sense of support that she always offered Mal unconditionally and wholeheartedly. Mal knew that Evie would be behind her completely if Mal felt like arguing against the boys or not. Mal nodded to Evie approvingly, and Evie puffed up a bit, feeling quite justified in her opinions on the subject.

  “Come on, guys. It’s silly. You’re a bunch of boys with a life, and you actually think video games are worth wasting your time on when you could be going out with the dudes or hanging out with your girls?” Uma explained to them, getting a little more irritated with the guys, and Mal nodded as she agreed with Uma, looking at the group gathered.

  “Well, not every moment of our time should be put in video games, but they’re certainly worth a lot of our time!” Jay pointed out, and Audrey pulled away from him as she glared at the boy. Mal and Evie raised an eyebrow as they took in the sudden action occurring with their favorite pretty little couple.

  “So you’d rather play video games than hang out with me?!” Audrey questioned, and unfortunately, Jay was not a fast learner in that he had not yet figured out when it was time to shut up.

  “Not necessarily, but I really like playing video games!” Jay informed her, and Audrey withdrew from him altogether, moving to the other side of their seat.

  “Can we just focus on my dog?!” Carlos cried, trying to pull the conversation back to the first offense despite the fact that he was very much irritated about the entire ordeal with Uma’s beliefs about video games.

  “Now look there! With that philosophy of valuing video games so much, the dog getting its butt shaved is the least of what you should be getting,” Uma explained to them, crossing her arms, and the boys all looked at one another in some offense.

  Ben and Gil weren’t quite as enthusiastic as Jay, Carlos, and Harry, but they were nevertheless somewhat offended and did want to stick with the guys. After all, the other guys did need them at that point.

  “I think you shouldn’t have shaved my dog’s butt at all! That’s messed up!” Carlos declared, and the rest of the boys expressed varying forms of agreement. Now they had to band together. The girls were completely against them in this endeavor, so they had to cooperate to present a good argument.

  “C’mon, y’all, let’s go over to Evie’s place,” Uma announced. She looked out the window, realizing that the moon was already up. Uma looked to Evie curiously.

  “Hey, Blue, watchu think of a sleepover?” Uma proclaimed as she stood up from her place on the couch.

  “Sounds good to me,” Evie agreed easily and happily, loving the idea of having time to potentially drag Uma into girl talk and girlie activities, and Uma nodded resolutely. Normally, Uma wouldn’t volunteer to sleep over at Evie’s, but this was a special circumstance, and Uma was going to make those boys suffer.

  “It’ll be better than being with these video-game-obsessed children!” Audrey proclaimed offendedly, her and Mal immediately siding with Evie and Uma. Audrey then got up and headed over to Uma swiftly. Evie stood up and offered Mal a hand, pulling her up gently with that usual care that she always gave Mal, and they both headed out hand in hand as they followed the other three girls. Jane hesitantly sat up, looking at the boys somewhat apologetically before leaving with the other four girls.

  The boys just gaped at the five as they shut the door behind them and left the boys in the room by themselves.

  “What just happened?” Gil questioned, for once actually asking something that was quite astute. Carlos shook his head and frowned as he headed over to sit next to Jay with Dude.

  “Well, they’re mad at us because we apparently like video games better than them,” Jay pointed out, and Carlos’s gaze snapped to Jay.

  “But Uma shaved my dog’s butt and wasn’t even ashamed of herself!!!” Carlos cried.

  They were quiet for a long moment, the lot of them just gazing into empty space as they thought. Except for Carlos, who was too busy worrying over Dude to think of the girls and the way that the girls had treated the boys about their video games.

  “Y’know, we should do it back to ‘em,” Harry suddenly spoke up, and Jay nodded to him, immediately on the same page. Ben furrowed his brow as he considered this idea.

  “What? We’re shaving the girl’s butts?!” Carlos demanded, his eyes widened as he gaped at the Hook boy in horror. Ben’s jaw went slack as he stared at Carlos, completely taken off guard. Harry’s eyes widened at the thought and he raised an eyebrow.

  “Ooh!!! Can I shave Evie’s?” Gil questioned, laughing like a madman, and Jay rolled his eyes at Gil and Carlos, shuddering a bit at the thought of Evie.

  “That’s not what he meant. He was talking about pranking them back,” Jay pointed out, and Harry shook himself from his stupor, nodding along with the other boy in agreeance.

  “Good grief, now I have a mental image of Evie that is never getting out of my head,” Ben expressed, shaking his head with a traumatized expression.

  “Well, men? Shall we go and raid Evie’s place tonight?” Jay questioned, raising an eyebrow as he tried to move past the subject of just a moment ago.

  They all raise their arms and fists in agreement. And so they headed off to create mischief and wreak havoc.

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       It was the next morning, and Audrey had just woken up from her awkward position on Evie’s large bed. She was squished into Jane and laying almost on top of Uma, and Uma was resting across Mal and Evie’s legs as the laid on the bed in the correct positions.

  That night, they had all been roughhousing and Uma had grabbed Audrey, falling down across the bed where Mal and Evie were resting, successfully squishing them. Jane had at some point crawled onto the bed and rolled against Audrey, and they had kind of all stayed in that position, talking until Audrey must have eventually fallen asleep. Of course, Audrey fell asleep faster than anyone that they knew. It must’ve been something to do with being the daughter of Sleeping Beauty.

  Audrey, barely awake, climbed off of Uma and unwedged herself from Jane’s side as she got up and headed for the bathroom, not even looking at the other girls as she simply gazed at the doorway from between her barely cracked open eyelids.

  Audrey stumbled through the doorway and headed down the hall, letting herself in the bathroom.

  Audrey had a particular routine that she followed every morning. Her first step was ordinarily to use the bathroom, her second step was to wash her face, and the third was to put on her makeup so that she could be presentable for the day.

  Once Audrey had finished her first step, she gazed at herself in the mirror, taking in her tired appearance. She rubbed at her eyes gently, and then started to look for the bar of soap that Evie always kept specifically for face-washing. She found it in its proper place--- of course, she didn’t expect anything less since it was Evie’s house--- and she couldn’t help but notice that something about it was different.

  All that she could recognize about the bar was that it was round rather than the typical rectangular-shaped bar of soap. Either way, Audrey wasn’t much in the mindset to challenge it given her drowsy state, and she wet it a bit before scrubbing her hands together, keeping her eyes on her reflection. She then sat the bar down on the sink and started to scrub her face with her hands.

  However, she quickly figured out that there was something about the soap that was much, much more different than just its shape. Audrey’s eyes widened as she realized that she had this disgusting black lather all over her face with only a few streaks of her actual skin tone.

  Audrey swallowed hard, trying not to yell, but as she realized that the stuff was not coming off of her face, she couldn’t hold it back any longer. She suddenly let loose with a blood-curdling scream.

  In the other room, Mal jerked awake. Evie, Uma, and Jane had somehow managed to remain asleep throughout this sudden noise, which was especially odd considering Evie was such a light sleeper.

  As soon as Mal opened her eyes, she was met with the most frightening sight she had witnessed in a long time. There, right nearby her side of the bed, was a large, mean-looking dog that was staring at her and growling lowly. Mal froze, her eyes going wide, and she found that she was not able to move, completely paralyzed by her fear.

  One of Mal’s greatest weaknesses was her intense fear of dogs, namely large dogs. This was a huge German Shepherd sitting there by her bed looking as if it were about to eat her, and it successfully took her fear to an entirely new level.

  “Evie?” Mal whispered nervously, her mouth barely moving as she laid there white as a sheet. The dog’s eyes were still very much trained upon her, and Mal was scared to make very much noise in case it triggered the creature.

  “Evie?!” Mal tried again, hoping desperately that Evie would wake up. After a moment of this, Mal realized that her foot was against Evie’s leg, and she did have a more effective way to perhaps stir Evie from her slumber.

  Mal, keeping her watch on the dog that was very much watching her back, slowly poked Evie’s leg in hopes that she could catch the girl’s attention. She kept doing it over and over, whispering the bluenette’s name, and Evie finally stirred a bit.

  Evie opened her eyes drowsily, looking over at Mal with her eyes barely open.

  “M, what---” Evie stopped as soon as she spotted the German Shepherd. Evie’s face was laced with confusion, but she smiled a bit as she looked at the creature. As she awoke a bit more, she grinned, reaching over Mal to see the dog.

  “Hi, where’d you come from? You’re a pretty boy, aren’t---” Evie started, extending her hand, but the dog suddenly growled at her as she approached him, and Evie withdrew her hand swiftly.

  “Okay,” Evie spoke, her gaze darting between the dog and Mal fearfully. Mal swallowed hard, and Evie didn’t move a muscle as she tried to figure out what to do.

  Her eyes moved down to Uma’s form laying across them on the bed, and Evie moved her foot, nudging Uma repeatedly.

  “Uma? Uma?!” Evie told her in a voice barely more than a whisper, trying to poke Uma as near to her face as she could reach which at this point was only Uma’s side. Uma scrunched her nose as she raised her head up, looking at Evie as if she had lost her mind.

  “What the heck is wrong with you? Stop poking me!” Uma scolded, and Evie shook her head swiftly, glancing over at the dog that had not taken its gaze off of Mal. Mal was frozen in place in the midst of her pure horror, and she looked as if she might start screaming at any moment.

  “There’s a dog! A big, mean, really scary dog, Uma, and you need to take care of it!” Evie cried, her voice low, and Uma furrowed her brow in confusion.

  “What are you even talking about? Have you lost your mind? There’s no dog in here!” Uma proclaimed before suddenly hearing the animal growl. Uma slowly turned her head so that she was looking at the dog upside down.

  “Oh… You’re right,” Uma told her, and Mal was frozen stiff as she watched the pirate. Uma rolled over onto her stomach, bumping Jane in the process, and the daughter of Fairy Godmother stirred as she started to awaken.

  Uma, deciding that it might be beneficial if she treated the dog with sweetness instead of treating it cruelly, started to sweet-talk the dog.

  “Hey, bud! Come here! Come here, buddy!” Uma beckoned, baby-talking the dog as she tried to make him calm down. He immediately seemed to pay attention to Uma over everyone else. His tail started to wag a bit, and he leaned nearer to her.

  Mal and Evie were just staring at the situation, and Jane rolled over, trying to figure out what in the world that Uma was doing and why she sounded so sugary and nice. Jane’s eyes widened a bit as she realized what was going on.

  “Aww, look at him! What a handsome guy! Who’s a good boy? Is he a good boy?” Uma coaxed, and the dog scooted closer to her, laying his ears back as he whined a bit. Uma grinned widely, petting the dog on the head as he wagged his tail and licked her hand.

  “Look, y’all, he ain’t nothing but a little sweetheart,” Uma told them as she scratched him on the head affectionately. Something glinted on the dog’s chest, and Uma furrowed her brow, reaching down and noticing it was a tag. She pulled it up, examining it.

  “Huh… Serge, member of the King’s Secret Investigative Services,” Uma read aloud, and her eyes narrowed as she figured out precisely why she thought the dog was there. Uma looked over at the other two girls. Evie was holding Mal closely against her and trying to get the girl to calm down.

  “You know, this has the boys written all over it,” Uma commented, and Evie nodded slowly, stroking Mal’s hair gently.

  “But why would they do anything like this?” Jane questioned, and Uma turned back to look at the fairy.

  “Well, duh. Obviously because we insulted their stupid video games and I shaved the dog’s butt. You know, honestly, boys are so petty,” Uma pointed out, raising up and looking down as she followed the dog’s leash to where it was tied to one of the legs of the bed. Uma groaned, untying the leash with the dog snuffling happily at her face the entire time.

  Uma finally untied it, and she took the end of the leash in her hands as she moved her legs across Jane and put them on Mal’s side of the bed, getting up.

  “Alright, y’all, I’m gonna take Serge outside,” Uma expressed.

  “Check on Audrey,” Mal told her, and Uma looked at her curiously.

  “Why?”

  “I think she was screaming when I woke up,” Mal explained herself, still looking a bit nervous as she watched the dog closely. Uma scoffed a bit, raising an eyebrow.

  “And you didn’t consider it necessary to tell me this like as soon as I got up?” Uma inquired before rolling her eyes, heading over to her shoes and sitting on the bedroom bench at the foot of the bed, the dog standing there next to her happily.

  “Okay. I’m going to go check on Audrey, and then I’m gonna put the dog out,” Uma told them, getting ready to put her shoe on. However, before she did, she turned her head to face the other three girls.

  “Now y’all remember. If the boys are behind this, there’s no telling what else they could’ve done,” Uma explained, working her foot into her boot carefully and not quite reaching the bottom of it yet.

  “So, keep up your guard at all ti---” Uma stopped swiftly in mid-sentence, narrowing her eyes as she experienced the feeling of something disgustingly squishy in her shoe. The other three girls stared at her, trying to decipher what had happened to her.

  Uma withdrew her foot slowly from her shoe, setting her jaw as she realized that she had placed her toes in what appeared to be dog poop. She immediately knew precisely what dog was likely behind it all.

  Dude.

  Uma swallowed hard before standing up slowly.

  “I’ll be right back. Keep an eye on the dog,” Uma informed them, her voice controlled almost to the extent that it was cold and emotionless, and Mal yelped as Serge looked over in her direction.

  “Uma, if you could, please take the dog out with you,” Evie told the pirate, holding Mal against her gently with her jaw resting on top of Mal’s head. Uma carefully turned to the bluenette, trying to keep her anger in check.

  She just stared at Evie for a long moment before hobbling out the door, trying to walk on her heel as she took the dog’s leash, bringing him out with her. Uma headed down the hall, stopping at the bathroom door, and she looked to the dog.

  “Stay,” she told him, and he sat down. She nodded slightly before moving to open the door. She had figured that the dog would obey commands. After all, he was one of the well-trained animals that were part of the investigative services.

  Uma opened the door, furrowing her brow as she realized Audrey had her face turned away from Uma.

  “What’s your problem, princess?” Uma questioned, and Audrey stiffened at the sound of Uma’s voice. Uma raised an eyebrow, moving closer.

  “Are you okay?” Uma asked, finding herself actually worried about the princess. Audrey laughed a bit before suddenly turning around, her eyes wide as she gaped at the pirate with an almost crazed expression.

  “Do I look fine to you?!!!” Audrey demanded, and Uma withdrew, staring at the princess in surprise as she took in the sight of Audrey’s blackened face. It was akin to soot, and there were only a few places on her face that were her usual skin color.

  “Actually, yeah. Now you look like a warrior instead of a wimp.” Audrey seemed to get even angrier at that point, and she went off on a rearing tangent as she was often prone to do when panicked and livid.

  “This is devil wash! DEVIL WASH! I can’t go out looking like some kind of panda bear warrior thingy!!!” Audrey screeched as she stared angrily at the bar of soap. Uma tried valiantly not to laugh as she moved over to the bathtub, rolling up the leg of her pajamas and sticking her foot in the tub as she turned on the hot water.

  “At least panda bears are cute,” Uma quipped, and Audrey spun around to face the pirate, her eyes glowing with a fire unrivalled. Uma just grinned a bit guiltily, realizing that it was probably not a good idea to mess with the princess when she was this upset. Audrey opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she seemed to realize what was covering Uma’s foot.

  “What did--- did you step in dog poop?” Audrey questioned, her lips wobbling a bit as she asked the question. Uma groaned deeply, and Audrey started to laugh, unfortunately not as good at holding back her true feelings as Uma was.

  “Oh, laugh it up. Ol’ doo-doo foot and panda bear. We’re a match made in… Well, definitely not heaven, that’s for sure,” Uma commented as she rinsed off the poop, grabbing a regular bar of soap to help her wash her foot. Audrey’s laughs subsided as she was quickly brought back to the situation with her face.

  “Why does Evie have this soap in her cabinet?” Audrey questioned, and Uma shook her head.

  “Evie doesn’t. The boys put the soap there. Just like they put dog crap in my shoe,” Uma explained to her with a bit of a snarl as she washed her hands after taking care of her foot.

  “That… makes a lot of sense now that you point it out,” Audrey growled under her breath, and Uma sighed, turning off the water as she scooted over to the nearby rack that Evie kept her washcloths on. She then dried her foot off.

  “Yeah. Carlos isn’t going to have to worry about that stupid dog anymore when I’m through. Shaving it will be the least of his worries,” Uma threatened, standing up and heading over to the door. Audrey examined herself in the mirror, trying to figure out some way rub the blackness off of her face.

  To Uma’s relief, the dog was still obediently sitting there, waiting on the pirate. Uma smiled at him softly and took the leash, leading him across the house and heading for the front door.

  However, as soon as she reached the door, she realized that something was wrong outside. Very wrong.

  “Hey, Evie!!! You might want to get out here and take a look at this!!!” Uma called loudly before opening the door to get a better look at the horror she was witnessing currently.

  There in front of her was Evie’s Jeep Charlene without any of its fancy, shiny tires that it always sported. Instead of sitting on tires, the car was sitting on large concrete blocks. Uma raised her eyebrows as she looked down at the dog.

  “Man, when they prank, they go big,” Uma commented, and the dog just snuffled at her. Uma huffed a bit, knowing exactly how Evie was going to react when she got outside. The pirate then walked over to a shady spot underneath a tree and tied the dog to the tree.

  She patted him affectionately.

  “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll get you some water in a few, and then I’ll call up your people,” Uma told him, and he licked her hand.

  But before she could focus on the dog much longer, she heard a scream. Uma sighed, heading back over to witness Evie’s fit that she was likely about to be throwing.

  “MY CAR!!! M, MY CAR!!!” Evie screamed, and Uma quickly spotted Mal attempting to console the other girl. Mal had obviously overcome her own trauma as a result of the dog, but Evie was just getting started. Evie looked as if she might fall onto the ground in the midst of her pure horror.

  “CHARLENE’S RUINED!!! HER TIRES ARE MISSING!” Evie shrieked, and Mal squeezed Evie’s shoulder.

  “I know, I know, I’m sure they’re around here somewhere, though, E,” Mal assured her, and Evie shook her head swiftly.

  “Those tires were super rare, and I just got them last week!!! They’re brand new!!!” Evie almost looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

  “It’s okay, Evie, it’s fine. Don’t be sad. Don’t cry,” Mal told her, leaning over and trying to pull the taller girl’s gaze away from the vehicle.

  “These are not sad tears!!!”

  “In that case, don’t kill the boys. We still have to get revenge,” Uma piped up, and Evie offered her only the barest of glances.

  “What’s going on out here, guys?” Audrey questioned, and Evie turned her head to look at the pink princess that had just joined them. Mal followed Evie’s gaze and they both jumped in surprise at the sight of Audrey’s visage.

  “What the heck happened to your face?!” Evie cried, her eyes wide as Mal grabbed onto the bluenette’s arms, and Audrey just glared at the other girl.

  “Don’t ask,” Audrey ground out, and Evie didn’t bother focusing on the princess in favor of turning to her car.

  “What the heck happened to your car?” Audrey turned the question on Evie, and Mal moved her hand across her throat in a silencing motion, trying to turn Audrey away from that question. Evie then practically had another meltdown.

  “THEY MESSED UP MY CHARLENE!!!!” Evie wailed, and Mal sighed slightly, one hand on Evie’s back and the other in the bluenette’s hand. Audrey’s eyes widened and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

  Jane came out of the house at that moment, out of her pajamas and in one of her usual dresses. She had her phone in hand and was intently studying it. However, after a moment, she looked up from it and she realized what had happened to Evie’s Jeep.

  “Wow! They really messed up Charlene!’ Jane cried, and Mal closed her eyes, knowing what dramatics she was about to have to deal with thanks to Jane once again pointing that fact out.

  “My poor, poor car!” Evie whined desperately, looking between the vehicle and Mal desperately. Audrey looked back at Jane with a warning expression, hoping that the fairy wouldn’t say anything else that pertained to Evie’s car. After all, she had already learned her lesson about that.

  “Woah! They really messed up your face, too!” Jane announced, and Uma snorted. Audrey shot the pirate a glare, and Uma just shrugged a bit, clearing her throat as she smirked.

  “Huh, I guess I’m the only one that hasn’t been got by the boys,” Jane pointed out, pursing her lips in thought. She then smiled widely and happily.

  “Carlos must love me a lot!” Jane stated, full of shining optimism. Audrey rolled her eyes in response to the fairy.

  “Come on, girls, let’s go in and get something to eat while we discuss what to do to our boys,” Audrey suggested, and Mal finally managed to get Evie to move, her hand laced in the bluenette’s. Evie’s gaze lingered on the Jeep longingly and worriedly, but she finally decided to move back toward the house. Everyone except for Audrey passed Jane, and Jane then turned and started to follow the group.

  However, Audrey suddenly gasped loudly as she stared at the seat of Jane’s dress in horror. There before her, the behind of Jane’s dress was cut out, exposing what would have been her underwear-covered behind. Well, if the dress was not exposing Jane’s very revealing, very frightening thongs.

  Obviously, Carlos did not love her that much.

  At Audrey’s gasp, Uma stopped in her walking next to Mal and Evie to look back at the princess. Jane was currently looking at her phone, and she didn’t even notice the sudden stop.

  Uma furrowed her brow at Audrey, and Audrey, in the midst of covering her eyes in mortification, pointed at Jane. Mal and Evie stopped with Uma, picking up on this exchange, and they all turned their gaze to Jane who was now walking in front of the group. Evie’s jaw dropped and Mal’s eyes looked as if they might fall out of her head as they took in the sight. Uma just raised an eyebrow as she watched the girl.

  However, after a moment, she smirked and spoke up.

  “Hey, moonglow, did you forget something?” Uma questioned, laughing a bit in spite of herself, and Jane stopped after a moment, looking back at the lot of them. She was confused for a moment before she finally seemed to realize that Uma was talking to her. Jane furrowed her brow as she turned to face Uma, looking down at the front of her dress.

  “No… I don’t think so,” Jane replied with a slight smile, and Uma just grinned evilly in return. Jane then continued ahead of the other girls, going into Evie’s starter castle.

  “Oh, my gosh, Jane wears thongs,” Evie murmured underneath her breath, gaping at the other girl as if her eyes were branded to that one place. Mal rolled her eyes, and tried her best not to look at the other girl walking ahead of them that was missing essential parts of her underwear.

  “And that’s my dress that’s cut!” Evie cried, her voice only a tiny bit louder as she squeaked. Mal chanced a small glance at the top of the dress, before looking back at her best friend that was still completely frozen in horror.

  “It looks like it. Did you make her thongs, too?” Mal questioned with her voice hushed, and Uma suddenly leaned in, catching onto the tails of the conversation.

  “And after you told me you wouldn’t make me any?!” Uma questioned accusingly, and Evie gaped at Uma before returning her horrified gaze to Jane.

  “No, I didn’t make her any!” Evie replied quickly, and Mal shook her head, realizing that Evie was still unable to stop staring at Jane.

  “Evie, stop staring!” Mal whispered to the bluenette, and Evie worked her hardest to rip her gaze from the horror right in front of her. Evie’s eyes were exceedingly wide, and she felt completely and utterly mortified as well as disgusted.

  “I’m sorry! I’m just so violated right now on so many levels!” Evie squeaked and Evie took hold of Mal’s shoulders, guiding her around so that she was in front of Evie. Evie ducked down a bit behind Mal at that moment, trying to hide from the frightening sight that she had just witnessed.

  They all made their way inside, Audrey nearly running into the doorway in her attempts to cover her eyes, and Uma keeping up a constant giggle storm as she unashamedly took multiple pictures on her iPhone.

  Jane finally turned to the girls as she stopped beside one of Evie’s dining chairs, and Uma wasted no time in placing her hands behind her back swiftly, trying to look innocent. Evie raised her head a bit from her hiding place behind Mal, and Mal tried to muster the slightest of smiles, despite the fact that she definitely did not feel like smiling about Jane’s particular predicament. Audrey peeked out from behind her hand and swiftly put a hand over her mouth as she crossed her other arm underneath her opposite elbow, trying desperately to look casual.

  “What is going on with you four?” Jane questioned, looking quite disturbed by the lot of them, and Uma shook her head with a smile.

  “Hey, are you feeling a bit like you’re, umm… I don’t know… Walking on air?” Uma questioned with an enormous, evil grin, and Mal mentally facepalmed as Evie finally came out from behind Mal, standing beside the shorter girl.

  “Walking on air?”

  “You know… Set it all free? Let it go? Can’t hold it back anymore?” Uma asked, and Jane just stared at all of them as if they had lost their minds. Jane shook her head a bit before pulling her chair out and readying herself to sit down. Everyone’s eyes widened as they realized that the other girl was soon going to figure out precisely what was going on with everybody.

  “I don’t know what’s going on with you guys, but I really wish you’d tell me,” Jane expressed before sitting down in the wood chair.

  Jane’s eyes suddenly bugged out of her head a bit as she looked around awkwardly. Jane reached down slowly, reaching beneath her behind where it was touching the chair seat.

  The fairy then shot up from her chair like a flash, turning around swiftly as she tried to see the seat of her pants behind her.

  Audrey had reclused back behind her hand, Mal was pinching the bridge of her nose, and Uma was subtly videoing the entire thing. Evie was just gaping at Jane in horror and disgust, her head moving sideways as she watched her spin around. Mal just reached up carefully, laying a hand over Evie’s eyes.

  Jane finally froze, her face looking quite pale indeed as she gaped at the girls. Her eyes finally settled on Uma’s phone that was held out in front of her, videoing her still, and her eyes went even wider as she turned white as a sheet.

  “Smile, you’re on candid camera,” Uma pointed out with a wicked smile, and Jane wobbled a bit. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she lost all semblances of balance.

  And she then promptly passed out, falling on the floor.

  They all watched the girl for a moment before Mal shook her head, pulling herself from her gaping. Mal squeezed Evie’s arm fondly before starting forward.

  “Come on, E, let’s get her a fresh change of clothes and take her to your bedroom so she can change,” Mal told the other girl, and Evie followed along easily, taking one of Jane’s arms as they readied themselves to drag her. Uma approached them, her phone at the ready.

  “You guys think you could turn her over? I need a good shot for future blackmail and embarrassment,” Uma explained, laughing evilly, and the two best friends shook their heads.

   “Uma, I think you’ve gotten plenty of footage for today. Besides, if we turned her over, Evie probably wouldn’t be able to stop staring.”

  “M! Have you ever seen anything so frightening and disgusting that you just can’t look away?! Like it’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever seen, but you can’t stop staring! It was like Medusa, and it turned me to stone, my eyes frozen in place,” Evie told them desperately, and Mal couldn’t help but snort in response to Evie’s ridiculous, very imaginative way of telling things.

  “Man, you know, I didn’t have a clue that Jane, the most innocent of all of us, wore thongs!” Uma announced, cackling as she watched Mal and Evie drag the fairy down the hall.

  “Very few people do,” Audrey informed the pirate, and Uma’s gaze snapped to Audrey.

  “What--- you mean you knew she wore thongs? And you didn’t tell me?!” Uma demanded, and Audrey shook her head, sighing.

  “Yes, I live with her in the dorms at Auradon Prep. There’s some things that you just know when you’re living with someone,” Audrey informed Uma, and Uma shook her head in amazement.

  They sat down at Evie’s dinner table, waiting for the other two girls to return as they talked. Finally, Evie and Mal came back, and they joined Uma and Audrey.

  “Y’all get her set up?” Uma inquired, and the two best friends nodded.

  “Yeah, we did. Evie’s scarred for life, though. I haven’t had time to decide if I am yet. I’ve seen so much in one day that I’ve got to process it all before I make the final verdict,” Mal pointed out, and Uma nodded with a slight chuckle before suddenly looking more serious.

  “So, what do you propose we do about our guys?” Uma asked, primarily looking at Mal as she spoke, and Audrey nodded in agreeance, watching Mal as well. From her position beside Mal, Evie looked to the shorter girl hopefully, reaching over and taking Mal’s hand in her own.

  Mal squeezed Evie’s hand in her own absently, considering the entire ordeal carefully as they sat there in silence.

  After a few minutes, Mal looked back at all of them, her eyes glinting with that dangerous glowing green that all three of the others knew to beware.

  “Let’s give them a taste of their own medicine.”

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       “Hey, guys, let’s each text the girls!” Jay suggested with a devilish smile, pausing the video game that they were currently all engrossed with to look at the other boys.

  Harry’s eyes lit up with a familiar evil, insane glint, and Gil, as usual, was excited to do anything with the other guys. Carlos looked interested in that boyishly mischievous sort of way that he had. However, Ben seemed as if he was unsure of the entire situation, but he had a small smile on his face.

  Jay grinned, and they all withdrew their phones. Harry started to text Uma with Gil looking over his shoulder eagerly and Jay as well as Ben began texting their respective girls.

  “I’m going to get Eves and Jane,” Carlos informed them, and Jay nodded slightly.

  They each asked the girls varying expressions of questions pertaining to how they were, and they leaned back against the couch, all of them except Ben chuckling to themselves.

  “Boy, oh, boy. I bet Foxy nearly crapped her pants this morning when she found the soap I left her,” Jay informed the other guys, laughing wickedly, and Carlos nodded emphatically.

  “And I bet Uma really liked the whole poop in her shoe deal! I think Dude’s shaved butt bettered his aim, because he nailed that target,” Carlos grinned, reaching down and scratching the dog’s head, and Dude panted happily.

  “Evie’s wheels were super fun to take off, though,” Gil piped up, looking at his partner in crime, and Harry nodded evilly, his eyes glowing with mischief. They all looked to Ben, noticing that he hadn’t said anything yet, and the young king shook his head.

  “Well, I did find some enjoyment in tying Serge to Mal’s side of the bed. But I’m not so sure I’m going to enjoy what happens when she figures out it was me,” Ben told them, looking somewhat nervous, and Jay just laughed at the other boy. However, Harry seriously considered this statement, thinking of how his captain might react to the prank regardless of who was actually behind her individual one.

  “But there’s one thing I didn’t get,” Carlos trailed off, pursing his lips in thought. Jay tilted his head, looking at the other boy curiously.

  “Why did me and you cut a big patch out of the back of Jane’s dress?” Carlos asked the former thief, and Jay’s face lit up in an odd, secretive smirk.

  “You don’t wanna know,” Jay informed him.

  “Well, I don’t know, man, I kinda need to know these things. And why do you know whatever it is but I don’t?! She’s my girlfriend!” Carlos questioned somewhat accusingly as he furrowed his brow at the other boy.

  “Audrey told me,” Jay informed him, and Carlos scrunched his nose, not sure what exactly that was supposed to mean.

  But he didn’t have much time to contemplate that idea before the boys’ phones started to go off.

  “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here!” Jay announced, and they all examined the screens on their smartphones with looks varying from mild fear--- largely on Ben’s part--- and wicked excitement.

  However, their expressions of happiness quickly dropped, and they all looked disappointed. Ben, on the other hand, just looked infinitely more terrified.

  “Audrey says that her morning’s been fine,” Jay pointed out, and all of the other boys nodded.

  “Yeah, that’s essentially what Evie told me. Jane hasn’t even read the message I sent to her,” Carlos pointed out, and Harry shrugged.

  “Uma said tha’ they ‘ad a wild night and ended up passin’ out from exhaustion on Evie’s bed,” Harry informed them, his eyes reflecting his pure unhappiness with the lack of rection that he had received from his captain.

  “And Mal says that they’re going to be spending another night at Evie’s place if that’s okay with us,” Ben added, looking quite nervous indeed.

  “Guys, this isn’t good,” Ben informed them, and Jay raised an eyebrow.

  “How so?” Jay asked, and Ben shook his head worriedly.

  “You know they had to have run into at least most of our pranks. Something’s up if they’re being this calm about it,” Ben informed them, and Harry sat up a bit straighter, nodding emphatically.

  “Kingy’s right. Mal and Uma don’t take things lyin’ down, ye know,” Harry explained, and the two shared a wise nod. Jay furrowed his brow, thinking about this for a moment.

  “Hmm… Maybe we should keep our guards up,” Jay told them, and the other boys nodded in agreeance.

  And so that’s what they proceeded to do for the rest of that day.

  However, to their utter and complete surprise, the girls didn’t do anything to them at all, so by the end of the night, they had mostly written off the need to be cautious and instead assured themselves that the girls would likely try to strike when they came back from spending the night at Evie’s place.

  But this peace was simply not meant to be.

  “Florian? Hey, Florian? Wake up,” a voice sounded off nearby Ben’s bed, and Ben drowsily came out of unconsciousness.

  “Wh--- huh?” Ben questioned, before almost squealing upon realizing that some tall figure was standing by his bed.

  It was early morning, and the rays of sunlight were just barely peeking in to expose to Ben the face of his very own father-in-law. Hades stood there beside his bed, looking down at him with a solemn expression. Ben jumped a bit, reaching over and turning on his lamp as he stared at the god of the Underworld.

  “Hades! Umm… What can I do for you?” Ben asked politely, making sure that he was on his best behavior. After all, this was his wife’s father, and he wanted to impress him if he possibly could.

  Hades looked at the boy for a long time before drawing his lips in a tight line.

  “I’m sorry, but it’s your time,” Hades expressed carefully, shaking his head, and Ben just gaped at him blankly. He had no idea what the god meant by his time, and he hated to look like a complete moron, but he found that he had to ask.

  “My time?”

  “It’s your time,” Hades informed him, and actually looked as if he felt sorry for the boy. Ben furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what he thought his time was.

  “What’s my time?” Ben asked, and Hades sighed.

  “You know. The time that I come to collect your soul. The end of your time on this Earth. The beginning of your time in a new world,” Hades informed him, looking genuinely regretful as he stood there before the boy.

  Ben’s eyes widened as his heart practically stopped. He didn’t even realize that he was nearly hyperventilating until he started to try to speak.

  “Wh-wh-what?! I’m… I’m dying?!”

  “Yes. You’re about to be dead, actually,” Hades informed him, his hands folded in front of him, and Ben shook his head quickly in negation, completely panicking as he sat up in his bed.

  He didn’t want to die. He had so much to live for. His kingdom, his parents, a future with Mal. There was no way that he could die this suddenly. He thought he was in his prime, doing excellently.

  “Aren’t I in perfect health?!” Ben questioned, and Hades raised his eyebrows and tilted his head a bit.

  “I suppose. Sometimes these things just happen, though,” Hades informed the boy somewhat sadly. Ben held his head in his hands, freaking out but quickly released his head in favor of staring at Hades hopefully.

  “Please, is there anything I can do?!” Ben inquired, his eyes filling a bit with unshed tears. This was all just so sudden.

  “No, Florian. I’m sorry. When it’s your time,” Hades sucked in a breath, shrugging, “it’s your time. There’s not much you can do about it.

  “So you kind of just have to put your head between your knees and kiss your butt goodbye,” Hades finished with an apologetic expression, and Ben shook his head, very much in denial.

  “Can I get a doctor? A surgeon? Anyone to help?!” Ben demanded desperately, and Hades sighed deeply.

  “Look, kid. I’m sorry.”

  “Surely you can do something! You’re the god of the Underworld! Can’t you do anything at all?!” Ben pleaded, looking to Hades as the tears actually did start to come down his face. Hades furrowed his brow in thought, staying silent for a long time.

  After a few moments, Hades’s light blue-green gaze returned to that of Ben’s with a strange expression.

  “There is one thing that I can do,” Hades told him shortly.

  “What?! Please! I don’t want to die!” Ben cried as he leaned forward, watching Hades as if the god was his lifeline. Of course, at this point, he was.

  “I can put off the inevitable for one day. It’s not a policy that I like to use, because it’s ordinarily very against the rules of Underworld management. But in this special case, because you are the king, it can be used,” Hades explained, and Ben nodded eagerly.

  “Of course, of course! Oh, thank you, thank you!!!” Ben expressed, jumping up from his place in bed and hugging Hades quickly against his better judgement.

  Hades just stood there stiffly, and Ben suddenly realized precisely what he had done. Ben jumped backward, releasing the god as he stood there.

  “Don’t do that again. Or I will revoke the policy,” Hades informed him, pointing a finger at the boy, and Ben nodded, keeping his arms at his side. Hades then turned and exited the room. Ben shook his head swiftly, scrambling for his phone.

  He dialed the number swiftly, and he waited a few moments, hoping and praying that the person would answer the phone.

  Finally, someone answered, and Ben started.

  “Hello, could I get a doctor or someone to come to the king’s castle? I have an emergency.”

  Meanwhile, in a different part of the castle, someone else was about to have a phone call as well. However, it was going to be of a much different nature than that of Ben’s.

  Carlos squinted, rolling over in bed as he reached over to the phone that was ringing irritatingly and constantly. He grabbed it carefully, checking the caller ID. It didn’t seem to be anyone he knew, but he guessed that he’d try it anyway. It could be someone from school.

  “Hello?” Carlos drowsily questioned, and to his complete and utter horror, a voice that he hadn’t heard in about two or three years rang out in his ear.

 “Carlos?! Carlos?! Is this Carlos?!”

 “Mom!!!” Carlos yelped, immediately wide awake as he shivered a bit in terror.

  “Oh, it is you!” Carlos’s eyes widened in unadulterated terror. How had she gotten his number? And how had she figured out how to call anyone?

  “H-how did you get this number?!” Carlos cried, horrified by the entire ordeal.

  “Oh, um… I got it from the phone book, of course!” the voice informed him as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. Carlos shook his head, scared out of his skin.

  “What do you want?!”

  “Carlos, that’s no way to speak to your mother!” the woman scolded, and Carlos shivered, completely terrified.

  “But I want my boy back!” she expressed, and Carlos stopped shivering just a bit, allowing himself to hope that maybe, just maybe she had changed more than he thought.

  “Really?” Carlos finally questioned, risking hoping.

  “Well, of course! I need someone to keep up the house! It’s fallen into such a dreadful state!” she told him, and Carlos groaned. He realized that he couldn’t give in to her. Besides, he was living far, far away from her now, and she likely didn’t even know where precisely.

  “I’m not your housekeeper. Hire someone, because I’m not doing it. Not anymore,” Carlos stood up to her boldly, and she was deathly silent for a long moment. Carlos immediately regretted his statement, feeling his stomach drop to his feet.

  “Oooh, Carlos… I guess Mother’s just going to have to come and get you at the king’s castle,” she informed him, and Carlos’s mouth immediately went dry as he blubbered, moving his mouth but with no sound coming out.

  “See you soon, Carlos!” she told him before hanging up suddenly. Carlos’s eyes went wide, and he tried to resist his first instinct to dive underneath the bed.

  He thought for a moment, and ultimately decided that there was only one real option. He needed to get Jay, Mal, and Evie. Carlos gathered his things in terror, grabbing Dude on his way out. The dog had been asleep before Carlos grabbed him, and the dog jumped a bit in surprise as Carlos snatched him.

  “Carlos?! What’s going on?!” Dude cried, and Carlos shook his head.

  “We’ve got to get Jay and the girls!” Carlos cried, and Dude didn’t ask any more questions as the boy rushed through the halls in a panic.

  As they rushed along, they suddenly heard a girl-like squeal, and Carlos furrowed his brow, stopping in front of Harry, Uma, and Gil’s place. He shared a glance with the dog, and knocked on the door.

  “Hey? Is everything okay in there?!” Carlos asked, attempting to control his initial urge to run directly to Jay’s room so that he could properly check on the two boys.

  “’ELP ME!!!! IT’S GONNA BLOODY KILL ME!!!” a shriek sounded off that was definitively Harry’s, despite its high pitch, and Carlos barged into the room.

  He ran for Harry’s room, opening the door quickly, and he spotted the one and only Harry Hook standing on top of his headboard in terror, staring at something down on his bed.

  “What is---”

  “Where’s Gil? Gil’s a better fit for this particular, eh, job! Yes, job that I need taken care of!” Harry told the boy, not taking his eyes off of whatever was sitting there on the bed. Carlos stepped closer, trying to figure out what was going on. The de Vil boy then spotted some movement on the bed, and Harry jerked from his place on the headboard.

  “HELP ME!!! Wee Laddy, get it, get it, get it! It’s the largest bloody thing tha’ I’ve e’er seen!” Harry cried desperately, and Carlos stepped closer to the bed. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight of the giant spider on the bed. It was the true definition of a tarantula, and it had all of the large legs and the hairy body.

  “Woah, that’s huge!’

  “See, I ain’t whistlin’ Dixie, do somethin’ about it!” Harry cried, his eyes as large as saucers as he stared at the arachnid on the bed.

  Carlos looked around fearfully, trying to find something that might work. He quickly spotted a nearby shoebox and he made a mad dash for it. He took it and used its lid to quickly throw the spider down into it.

  Harry pulled off a full-body shiver, still standing and hanging onto the wall.

  “Okay, you can get down now. I’ve gotta go! See you later!” Carlos told the Hook boy, turning and starting out of the room. Harry was quickly behind the de Vil boy, and Carlos eyes snapped to Harry’s form in an unspoken question. Harry just shrugged nonchalantly with a smirk.

  “Oi, jus’ thought I’d come with ye, eh? Sound good? Good,” Harry nodded, not waiting to hear Carlos’s answer as he barged out of the door. Carlos rolled his eyes, but hurried after him, not wasting time as they left the apartment, slamming the door behind them.

  At that moment, Gil woke up, furrowing his brow as he heard the door slam.

  “Huh… I wonder who that was?” Gil questioned to himself a bit groggily. He rubbed his eyes carefully, and suddenly heard his stomach rumbling. He looked down at his belly and he grinned.

  “Oh… I’m hungry. Let’s get some breakfast,” Gil told himself, patting his stomach and getting out of bed. He headed over to the door, reaching out to turn the doorknob. However, it would not open at all. It was completely stuck.

  Gil furrowed his brow.

  “Uh… Harry?! Harry?!” Gil called, and there was no response. To the boy’s fear, there seemed to be no one there, and the door still wasn’t opening. Gil started yanking at the door more furiously but to no avail.

  Gil’s eyes widened as he realized that he was trapped. Gil’s biggest fear was being left alone, and being trapped was just adding to it significantly. Gil’s eyes widened as he tried to figure out what to do.

  He shook the doorknob a bit, staring at the door before banging on it desperately.

  “LET ME OUT!!!”

  But the other boys were blissfully unaware of Gil’s situation.

  In fact, Jay was only just waking up.

  Jay stretched somewhat, barely opening his eyes, and he furrowed his brow as he realized that his face was covered in hair.

  “What the---” Jay grabbed at the hair carefully, pulling it from his face. To his utmost confusion and horror, the hair came off from his face in chunks. Jay furrowed his brow, starting to breathe a bit hard as he realized that it was brown hair that seemed to have come from his head.

  Jay looked around him, and there on the pillow was a ton of long brown hairs lying there. His eyes widened and he picked up the strands, freaking out. Where had all of his hair gone? All of his long hair had completely disappeared.

  Jay’s long hair was his pride and joy, and it was quite possibly his favorite attribute. He shook his head swiftly and noticed that there was no long hair falling down into his face.

  Jay swung his head hard, trying to fling his hair over his shoulder. To his horror, there was no hair to fling. Jay’s hands shook a bit as he reached up and touched his head.

  “No. No, no, no, no!” Jay cried, hopping up from the bed in the midst of pure panic. He made a mad dash for the mirror, and his eyes widened as he realized that his hair appeared to be simply pulled back.

  Jay narrowed his eyes, leaning his head to the side, and he swiftly noticed that his hair was pulled back in a bun. Jay turned back and look at the bed, seeing all of the loose hair. Jay looked at his head closely, and realized that all of his hair seemed to be present.

  Which would mean that someone wanted him to think that he had lost his hair. He immediately realized what had happened.

  The girls had definitely not been over the boys’ pranks.

  Suddenly, Jay heard a banging at the door. Jay turned in that direction, and as soon as he did, Carlos came barging in.

  “What’s up?” Jay asked, immediately noticing how panicked that Carlos looked and how it was likely as a result of something the girls must have done.

  “Oh, it’s terrible, man, it’s terrible!” Carlos cried, and Harry suddenly came in behind the de Vil boy. Jay narrowed his eyes at the sight of the pirate.

  “What’s he doing here?” Jay asked curiously, and Carlos looked back at Harry before continuing in his nervous ranting.

  “Oh, he came with me after there was this giant spider in his room, and he---”

  “I ‘ad to get a shovel!” Harry quickly interjected, and Jay raised an eyebrow. “Ye know, ‘cuz ‘twas so big and I massacred it so badly that I’m gonna ‘ave to bury it in the backyard.”

  Jay eyed him skeptically, but turned his attentions to Carlos, deciding he would deal with Harry later. It seemed that Harry had ended up on the bad end of a prank as well if his nervousness about the mentioning of the spider was anything to go by.

  “What is it, Carlos?” Jay asked, trying to get an answer out of his little brother.

  “It’s my mom! She knows I’m living here, and she somehow got my phone number!” Carlos cried, and Jay sighed, mostly confident of who he thought had actually called Carlos.

  “It sounded like your mom?”

  “Bro, I know my mom’s voice when I hear it,” Carlos informed him, nervously petting Dude, and Jay’s suspicions were confirmed. It logically could not be Cruella that had called Carlos, and if it sounded just like her, Jay knew it had to have been Mal. Mal was a master at impressions and had proved herself multiple times.

  “Carlos, do you remember when me, you, and the girls were all messing around and trying to do impressions of various people?” Jay asked, and Carlos nodded nervously.

  “Well, of course, but what does that have to do with anything?!” Harry raised an eyebrow at the shorter boy as he passed him, heading further into the room as he examined the items inside. Jay’s gaze shifted to the son of Hook, and he mentally noted to keep a close eye on him just in case.

  “Okay, so do you also remember that one that Mal did last?” Jay questioned, hoping that he could jog the boy’s memory. Carlos was exceedingly intelligent, but sometimes his fear got the better of him and he forgot some basic logic that was required to get from point A to point B.

  “Yeah, my---” Carlos froze, realizing exactly what Jay was hinting at. Carlos furrowed his brow, looking at the former thief.

  “No… They wouldn’t… Did they?” Carlos questioned, and Jay shrugged.

  “I woke up with a setup that made it look like my hair was cut off,” Jay explained to him, and Carlos nodded slowly.

  “Oh, and I guess that’d explain why Harry got the spider and was screaming like such a little girl!” Carlos announced, and Harry’s eyes widened as he realized what the de Vil boy had exposed. Jay smirked, looking at Harry somewhat smugly and Harry shook his head swiftly.

  “Oi, that ‘twasn’t me, ‘twas me ringtone! Aye, aye, ye see, I get to hear screams every time someone calls me!” Harry defended himself desperately, but knew the damage was already done.

  “Do you think they got Ben and Gil, too?” Carlos asked, and Jay shrugged, giving Harry one last lingering glance before withdrawing his phone.

  “There’s one way to find out,” Jay told them before dialing Ben’s number and pressing the call button. Jay leaned against his desk, waiting for the other boy to pick up.

  Surprisingly, it only took a moment, and Ben sounded as if he were in a sheer panic.

  “Jay, Jay, hello?! Is that you?!” Ben almost hysterically demanded, and Jay’s eyes widened. What had the girls done to Ben?

  “Yeah, it’s me. What’s up, man?”

  “Nothing good, nothing at all good! It’s my time, dude, it’s my time!!!” Ben wailed, sounding almost as if he were crying. Jay was immediately uncomfortable, not knowing how to deal with this.

  “What do you mean your time?” Jay asked, trying to get clarification surrounding Ben’s situation.

  “It’s my time to die!” Ben informed him, and Jay raised an eyebrow, holding the phone out from his ear as he winced slightly. Ben had told him this so loudly that Harry and Carlos had actually heard it from a few feet away, and the other two boys stared at Jay strangely. Jay just shrugged.

  “Who told you this?”

  “Hades did! And he’s an expert on these kinds of things, so he’s probably right! If it’s my time, it’s my time!” Ben explained, breathing heavily, and Jay nodded slowly, rolling his eyes. It was just as he had suspected. Mal had asked her dad to scare the living daylights out of Ben in retaliation for the entire dog by her bedside trick.

  “Oh, I’m so glad you called! Do you happen to be around Mal? She isn’t answering my calls, and I’m sort of panicking just a little bit!!!” Ben cried, and Jay sighed, smiling slightly at the ridiculousness of his brother-in-law.

  “Just a wee bit?” Harry questioned, making fun of the young king, and Jay decided to explain to Ben what was going on.

  “Ben? Hey, dude, listen to me. This a trick that Mal pulled to get back at you after the whole dog thing,” Jay explained, and Ben went quiet for a moment.

  “Wh--- You think so? Really?!” Ben questioned hopefully, and Jay nodded.

  “Yeah, I do. You see, Harry woke up with a spider in his bed---”

  “’Twas a tarantula!” Harry piped up, throwing in his account of the ordeal.

  “Well, you know, a spider, and Carlos got a threatening call from his mother who doesn’t know his phone number. I woke up thinking all my hair was gone, and it turned out that there was just cut hair all over my pillow, bed, and face so I’d think my hair was missing,” Jay explained carefully, hoping the other boy would calm down.

  “Oh… Oh, oh! That’s a relief! Oh, phew, I thought I was going to die, Jay!!!” Ben told him joyously, laughing a bit at the end of his exclamation.

  “No kidding,” Carlos sarcastically commented, and Jay just grinned in response to his brother, but tried to keep his smile away and out of his voice so Ben wouldn’t think that he was laughing at him.

  “But… You only said what happened to you, Harry, and Carlos. What happened to Gil?” Ben questioned somewhat worriedly, and Jay furrowed his brow.

  “I don’t know. We’ll meet you up at your study, and we’ll swing by to see what Gil’s up to on our way. We need to cling together. There’s no telling what their next trick might be,” Jay told him, and they exchanged goodbyes before hanging up.

  Jay nodded to the other boys, and they hurried down the hall, heading for Uma, Gil, and Harry’s place.

  Before long, they were inside the apartment, and they reached Gil’s door, realizing it was locked. Jay furrowed his brow, hearing what sounded like somewhat panicked breathing. Jay unlocked the door, pushing at it carefully, and he quickly realized that Gil must have been sitting behind it.

  “Yo, Gil? Hey, dude, move,” Jay spoke, and Gil suddenly jumped to his feet, moving out of the way of the door. Jay opened it the rest of the way and Gil had a giant smile on his face as he leapt forward.

  “Jay! Harry! Carlos! You guys are here!!!” Gil cried, and Jay nodded, a bit weirded out, but glad that the boy wasn’t completely traumatized.

  “Oh, my goodness, I’ve been locked in there for ages! I had so many things I needed to say!”

  “Like, ‘oh, my gosh, I’m stuck!’ and ‘I need to get out of here!’ and ‘I’m gonna starve to death!’ and ‘I really wish I could kiss Evie!’ and ‘Maybe I could go out with Evie and get some food for us!’” Gil started running his mouth constantly, and Carlos and Jay shared an unimpressed grin as the four headed out, Gil quickly behind them. First of all, Gil’s incessant blabbering was already getting annoying, and second, Jay knew how Evie would feel about Gil and his hopeless dreams of dating Evie. Evie would probably fall onto the floor and flop around like a fish if she even thought about it.

  “Y’know, I’m beginning to think we should’ve kept him locked in there,” Carlos murmured under his breath. Jay chuckled at that comment, ruffling the de Vil boy’s hair.

  After what felt like forever as a result of Gil’s chatter, they finally reached Ben’s study. Ben was sitting there on one of the couches, looking very nervous as he jumped when they entered the room.

  “Oh, it’s just you guys. Good, good,” Ben breathed out in relief, and the other four boys plopped down on the couches, relaxing as they sighed deeply.

  “You know, we really shouldn’t have started this whole thing,” Ben finally expressed after a few moments, and Harry was just about to agree with him before Carlos suddenly piped up, Dude in his arms.

  “Oh, yes, we should have! Uma shaved Dude’s butt!” Carlos cried, and Jay just sighed deeply, thinking seriously on the entire thing.

  “Guys, I don’t think we were unjustified in this fight. The girls attacked our video games---”

  “And my dog’s dignity!” Carlos added. Jay nodded to the boy in agreeance with his statement.

  “In fact, I think that the girls should apologize to us for causing such a ruckus and scaring us all so badly,” Jay informed them all.

  “As if that’s gonna ‘appen. The day that Uma and Mal come in here with an apology’ll be the day tha’ pigs fly,” Harry informed them sarcastically, and the other boys chuckled a bit in response to the pirate.

  “Hey, guys? Are you in here?” Mal’s voice rang out, and Ben nearly jumped off of the couch in the midst of his pure terror. The other boys just turned to look at the girls that had come into the room.

  There before them were Mal, Evie, Uma, Audrey, and Jane.

  “We came to apologize,” Mal expressed, and all of the boys gaped at them in pure shock.

  The two groups just stared at one another for a long moment, but they were pulled from their shocked staring when Gil got up and headed over to the window nearby his and Harry’s seat, gazing out of it curiously.

  “What is he doing?” Uma questioned, narrowing her eyes at Gil.

  “Oh, I’m looking for the flying pigs!” Gil informed her, and Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing the back of Gil’s vest and pulling him back down into his seat.

  The boys then resumed in gaping at the girls. After a moment of studying the group, Jay realized that Audrey looked to have the slightest hints of blackness on her face and her complexion was redder than usual. He strongly suspected that she had gotten into his soap, which made it even stranger that she was so willing to forgive him and the other guys. He shared a glance with the boys, signaling them to be on their guard.

  “So… You came to apologize?” Carlos finally asked confusedly, and Audrey nodded, stepping up as she looked at the boys with a sweet smile on her face.

  “Yes, we did. In case you haven’t figured it out, it was us that pranked you guys,” Audrey explained, and the boys all expressed varying forms of agreement, all of them well aware that the girls had tricked them.

  “We were doing it to get revenge for what you did to us,” Uma continued, and Harry in particular nodded, knowing how his captain was about getting even.

  “But we started thinking and we realized that we were really capitalizing on your worst fears, and that we had overall been very harsh on you guys with the pranking and what we said before,” Evie told them, her brown eyes shining with that bedazzling glow of care that was so characteristic of her.

   “So, we made you guys a cake,” Jane spoke up, and left the room to bring in a large chocolate cake decorated with white frosting, a knife and forks on the side of the cake plate and plates for the boys stacked underneath the cake plate.

  The boys immediately felt their stomachs rumble. After all, they hadn’t had anything to eat so far that morning, and besides, chocolate cake was their weakness.

  “We hope you can forgive us,” Mal finished, and all of the girls offered them their most sweet and winning looks. The boys were heavily tempted by the cake, but Jay knew they couldn’t give in that quickly.

  “Now, wait a minute. This thing doesn’t have any raw eggs or some kind of foreign objects like that in it, does it?” Jay questioned skeptically, and Ben nodded with him, terrified of what Mal could possibly do to the lot of them.

  All of the girls shook their heads.

  “No. No raw eggs or foreign objects,” Jane expressed. “I should know. I made it.”

  The boys looked at one another, finding it nigh impossible to resist the prospect of a good chocolate cake.

  “Okay… We’ll take it,” Jay told them, and he stood up, taking it from them carefully. He then carefully sat it down on the coffee table. The five girls went to go and sit down on the empty couch that no boys were resting on, and they gazed at their guys sweetly.

  Jay watched them skepitcally, and then handed the knife to Ben.

  “Here, Ben, you cut it,” Jay told him, and Ben furrowed his brow, definitely not wanting to accidentally slice into whatever foreign object that despite their words, he was sure the girls had probably put in it.

  However, Ben eventually did start to very carefully and slowly slice big pieces of cake for each of the boys. To his surprise, it seemed to be completely free of any tricks. Ben raised his eyebrows in surprise and handed each of the guys their slices.

  They all silently eyed one another before taking a very small, tentative bite of the cake on their plates. That is, except for Gil. Gil simply just dove into his cake, forgoing all worries about potential traps.

  “Huh. Tastes just like a chocolate cake to me!” Carlos pointed out before taking several more big bites of his cake. The other boys watched Carlos and Gil, and after nothing had happened, they started to dig into theirs as well.

  Carlos grinned widely, greatly enjoying the cake. However, after a moment, he looked up at Uma with a slightly more serious expression.

  “This might cover all that stuff you did to us and said about our video games, but this doesn’t work for shaving my dog’s butt,” Carlos informed Uma. Uma just narrowed her eyes at him and set her jaw, suddenly looking exceedingly dangerous. Carlos’s eyes widened and he immediately apologized, turning his attentions back to his cake slice.

  “Don’t push your luck, de Vil,” Uma warned shortly before looking a bit more at ease, relaxing between Audrey and Mal.

  Before long, the boys finished their cake pieces. Ben felt immensely relieved that the girls seemed to have not held a grudge. Carlos was pleased with the fact that Uma had actually apologized. Gil and Harry were very happy with the entire turn of events, and they licked their lips, trying to collect any chocolate they could have missed. Jay burped suddenly, covering his mouth with a fist as he smiled in satisfaction.

  “Ah… That was good,” Jay complimented, and the girls just beamed, glancing at the members of their group before looking back at the boys.

  “We’re glad you liked it,” Jane expressed with a proud smile, and Carlos grinned back at her, thankful that Jane loved him so much. She hadn’t even rigged the cake, despite the fact that she could have.

  “So… Do you forgive us?” Audrey questioned hopefully, and Jay pretended to think for a moment before nodding easily.

  “Yeah. That was so good, you guys more than made up for what you did,” Jay expressed with a large grin, and Audrey smiled widely. Evie puffed up with happiness, wrapping an arm around Mal’s neck as she pulled her sister closer. Uma offered them a genuine smile.

  They continued to talk for a little while longer, enjoying spending time as a group once again.

  However, before long, the boys noticed something a bit strange. Their stomachs were suddenly hurting really bad and there was a building pressure in their abdomens.

  Harry was the first to succumb to the pain, and he subtly bent over in his seat, clutching at his stomach. Uma immediately picked up on the

  “What’s wrong, Hook? The cake not setting well with you?” Uma asked much too innocently, and Harry’s eyes widened as it occurred to him that the girls had done something. He didn’t know what, but it was certainly something.

  “What did ye do?!” Harry demanded, groaning deeply in pain, and all of the girls suddenly looked very, very sly.

  “Oh, nothing much, really,” Uma replied, looking to Jane to start the explanation.

  “I made the cake,” Jane told the guys, and Carlos furrowed his brow, unsure of how that demonstrated any badness.

  “And while she was doing that, Uma and I found a whole bunch of cute, little pills that we ground up really well, mixed with chocolate and poured into her cake mix. I just can’t remember… What were they called again, Evie? You always remember these things much better than me,” Mal looked to her best friend, lacing her fingers with Evie’s affectionately. Evie looked as if she were thinking for a moment before suddenly having an expression of devious realization.

  “Oh! I think they were laxatives, M,” Evie informed them, and the boys’ eyes went wide as they realized precisely what the girls had done to them.

  “And then Evie and I decorated the cake beautifully, disguising our little ticking time bomb under a deceivingly chic camouflage,” Audrey finished with a huge, immensely evil grin. Carlos’s eyes went wide as a pain shuddered through him, and he winced.

  Well… Jane obviously did not love him that much.

  “You said it was an apology cake!!!” Jay cried indignantly.

  “Yeah, we’re sorry that you guys started this whole thing,” Uma informed him, cackling evilly, and the boys all groaned and moaned.

  “Alright, guys, look, we’re just going to not use the bathroom!” Jay announced, and Ben’s eyes went wide as he shook his head swiftly in negation.

  “Are you planning on crapping your britches or something?” Uma questioned, laughing at her own inquiry, and Jay shook his head stubbornly, crossing his arms over his stomach.

  However, after only a moment, Ben couldn’t take it anymore, unable to keep up the entire resistance against going to the bathroom.

  “Oooh, I’m sorry! I’ve just got to go!” Ben informed them, taking his leave rather speedily to the restroom, walking somewhat stiffly as he hurried off.

  “Number one down,” Mal pointed out simply with a smile, turning back to the other guys. At the mere implication of possibly using the bathroom, it made Carlos’s need worse, so after a few moments of putting it off for as long as he could, he shot up.

  “You girls are incorrigible, and I’m so not accepting your apology!” Carlos told them before making a mad dash to the restroom that he knew was in the nearby hallway.

  “There goes number two,” Jane told them with a slight giggle, and Audrey smirked, meeting Jay’s eyes wickedly.

  Jay narrowed his eyes angrily in a challenge, trying to get ahold of his feelings so he could stand up to the girls.

  The next one to go was Gil, rushing around and looking about desperately.

  “Where do I go, where do I go?!!!” Gil desperately questioned, and Evie smiled, full of sugary sweetness.

  “There’s a bathroom eight doors down the hall on the left,” Evie informed him, and Gil took off at the speed of light, panicking as he rushed into the other room.

  “And number three,” Evie added on, beaming at Mal and Mal smiled at Evie smugly as they gazed at their last two subjects.

  “And then there were two,” Uma shortly told them with a grin.

  Harry grimaced, gazing at Uma apologetically.

  “I’m sorry fer prankin’ ye girls,” Harry expressed, and Uma just shook her head slowly with a laugh.

  “Well, I accept your apology, because I know you’re gonna be a lot more sorry by the time you’re through with your bathroom trips for the day,” Uma expressed her opinion on the subject, and Harry stood up, attempting desperately to keep himself together.

  “You suck up,” Jay scolded, and Harry’s eyes flashed dangerously at the former thief. However, his effect was significantly dulled by the flighty, desperate look in his eyes.

  “Ye might wanna be suckin’ up, too, Jay-Jay. No tellin’ what they might do next!” Harry announced to him before finally deciding he could not hold it anymore as he made a break for the bathroom that he knew was in a servant’s room nearby.

  “Number four’s gone.”

  “Now… Our last contestant,” Audrey spoke up, leaning forward a bit as she mimicked Jay’s position, her eyes boring holes into his own.

  He narrowed his eyes, a scowl on his face as he glared at her. Audrey simply kept an easygoing smile on her face, and Jay swallowed hard, feeling the need to go to the bathroom starting to override all else.

  After a several minutes of just staring at each other, Jay jumped up from his seat, taking off for the door, holding onto his behind as tightly as he could as he ran.

  “You girls are terrible!!!” Jay cried as he ran out the door, slamming it behind him.

  The girls were quiet for a long moment before they all shared a glance. As soon as they did, they burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

  The boys might have started this prank war, but the girls had undoubtedly won it.

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Prompt #23: Alms

L'tohk's small hands were engulfed by her mother's as they wound slowly through the alleys toward the bar, occasionally finding herself tugged into the air with a giggle to go leaping over puddles filled with vile liquids she was too young to properly avoid on her own. A lesson that L'kaisa had learned early on as a mother. It was still a difficult thing to grasp, the fact that this helpless little thing trotting along beside her had sprung from her own body, but grudgingly she admitted a part of her was enjoying the experience. At least when she was keeping herself clean of the ever present filth among those roads.

Some of those less savory elements of their haven went about on two feet. Or at least one, a good number of old or maimed corsairs lurked about the place, begging for just enough gil for a drink when no ship would take them on. The Seeker suppressed a shiver at the thought of being so broken, but still passed by without even a look in their direction. Tohk was another matter, tugging at her arm to draw closer to a figure draped in old rags, eyes downcast before the wooden bowl set before him.

With a 'tch', the pirate rolled her eyes even as she let the pushy little kit tug her close enough for her to peer into the meager bits of gil at the base of that bowl, and reach out curiously toward the beggar's tattered clothing. She only managed to open her mouth before a well-bronzed forearm showed from those short sleeves, snatching out at Tohk's curious fingers.

Even without the pulsing adrenaline to fuel her perceptions, they moved far too slow as Kaisa pulled hard on her daughter's arm, ignoring the wail of pain from the surprised miqo'te as she yanked her up and against her side. Tucked firmly in place, her free hand snatched the long knife at her side to jab toward the man.

A snarl spread across her face, the beat of her heart slowing as anger filled that heaving chest, just as potent but far less intoxicating. Tattoos danced up and down those bared arms as he threw back his cloak, a handful of others scattered up and down the path following suit as the light glinted against the metallic silver ink that covered them, tracing out the snapping jaws of that seabeast favored by the crew of the Grim Silver. The former crew, at least.

"Yer lookin' spry fer crew wi'out yer 'ead!" The Seeker ignored the whimpering of her daughter burrowing their face against her shoulder with ears pinned back, "Figgered y'woul' be 'appy 'bout me carvin' ol' Grim a smile cross 'is swivin' throat!"

"Real 'appy, ya bloody bitch, 'appy 'nough t'elp ya t'th' end o' a noose fer a wee dance!"

Another time she would have been able to fully enjoy the fight, dancing and cutting among them without a single lick of steel against her skin. Without the joy of combat, there was no point to it. Rage burning far hotter and demanding she extinguish it even as the lightning-quick reflexes kept her moving methodically from one for to the next, hampered by the slight weight held with one arm and the limitations of the knife in the other. It had been some time since she last felt the kiss of steel, but the merciless survivors showed no qualms about trageting the kit clutched in one arm, carving shallow gashes across her whenever she spun Tohk out of harm's way to take the strike on her own.

They were marking her. This pathetic rabble had the audacity to touch her! Fury peaked, driving her forward in a rush to smash aside blades and strike out with feet and knife, carving flesh and crushing bone as they began to backpedal and flee. Those few only died with a knife to the back, bleeding out into the filth that they had sat in before. A far uglier, far shorter fight than Kaisa was accustomed to, but for once it was only a relief as her anger bled away with those twitching corpses thrown about the path.

Running calloused fingers over her daughter carefully, she checked for any wound on the sobbing kit. A flicker of anger burned on, fed by the weakness walking before her on two legs. Her own weakness, until it could be chiseled into a fellow survivor capable of fending for themself. The Seeker's love would need to be a cold one, unlike the signs of her hatred painting the world red.

"No tears, Tohk. C'mon, gotta get t'Dehm's case them blokes put shite on their blades."

A pair of thin lines, likely to fade into nothing with time. But at least for the moment they were a lesson.

#IC Writing #Writing Prompt #ffxivwrite2018