In the Super Ghost AU, is Gawain no longer related to Arthur or is he like an ancient relative? Are we giving Arthur hidden dragon abilities? *Kicks old AU under rug cause I never wrote it out*
((We're leaning full into the dragon theory in this AU revamp, but Gawain and Arthur are still brothers (this time around, though, Arthur's only 15 - we're leaning into the 'alternate universe' part of the AU, too XD). I'm thinking the original prince (so the boys' distant ancestor) was the original Gawain, though.
And we totally could! Arthur's got enough talent for the arcane that he's able to rouse Gawain from his new cursed slumber in the armor by accidentally reading out loud a faded passage in an old book. XD))
Ah, Tooth and Claw...so I don’t wanna spoil too much because the next chapter will (eventually, lol) get into this a little more, but you are correct friend, the parental Analogical abounds! When it becomes apparent to Logan that Patton intends to keep this fragile human child, he decides that he can’t very well let him go without a proper education. Logan brings him human books and teaches him how to read, but he also teaches him history according to the dragons, which is a far older and more accurate history than what humans have chronicled, he teaches him to speak not just the dragon’s tongue but other human languages as well and he and Patton both teach him all about dragon culture. By the time he’s grown, Virgil is better educated than most citizens at or below the merchant/artisan class, and Logan would argue that he’s even better educated than noblemen, because there may be some human things Virgil doesn’t know, but he knows far more about the world as a whole than those who only learned from men would understand.
Question! What are the requirements of being a Comfort/Companion Tiny?
Comfort Tinies and Service Tinies are specially trained, starting at the age of twelve when they’re selected from distribution centers. Tinies that are chosen are ones that have displayed caring, empathetic attitudes or taken on caretaker roles in the distribution communities, which are all observed, of course, so that when a tiny is of age, the center can properly advise clients on who to pick for what industry.
Once they’re chosen, they have to complete their training, and if they don’t graduate the program, they’re sold off to pet stores or into other industries, ensuring that the tinies who then go onto the market as service or comfort tinies are properly qualified for the job they have to do.
She launches an axe into his chest, but it’s too late. He breaks apart, but the feeling of death is a familiar embrace. Damien is awake. The dam is breaking, the ice is cracking- spring is on its way. Mark laughs as he fades away, back to the black, back to the place he knows best. Heaven, maybe, or somewhere worse than heaven, but it’s home. Or, at least, as much as a place like this can be home.
It’s hard to define something as home when there is nothing. But that makes it all the better. The possibilities are endless, only limited by his own imagination, and he’s been giving that a real workout since everything went to shit. Writer, director, leading role- it’s all here, all for him to take, to mold, to mend and expand. Here….here things are beautiful. Things are just what Mark wants them to be. Here, he is the hero, and finally, finally, he has his villain.
It’s all coming together. The pieces are falling into place. The dam is breaking, the ice is cracking. Damien’s suffering is beautiful. His story is beautiful. The future is going to be beautiful.
They are swept away on a tide of change. Water has always been the perfect analogy for rebirth, and as it consumes them, it is beautiful. Their dying is beautiful. Celine is gone, and now there is nothing to hold Damien back. Reborn with the spring, with the melted snow and the blooming flowers.
Ok, as a prompt, the first time Dark scolded the Jims. (Or him threatening someone who tried to hurt them)
This isn’t exactly either of those? Dark scolds the Jims and has a chat with someone who is upset with them. Does that count? I hope it counts. If not, you can message me and I can definitely write something else. But for now, here’s this!
Dark should have known better than to let the Jims wander off by themselves. They were notorious for getting into trouble, especially in unfamiliar environments. Double especially if that unfamiliar environment involved Anti. And, unfortunately, they were currently in Anti’s kitchen.
They were always too curious for their own good and picked and poked at everything they saw. For whatever reason, Anti just worsened this behavior. This often ended with something shattered all over the floor and Jims scurrying away from a very pissed off Anti.
This time was no different. Dark had turned his back for a few seconds, just long enough to pour himself a cup of water. By the time he turned back around, a lamp that had been carefully placed in the corner of the room was in pieces on the floor and Field Reporter Jim was worming his way behind a chair while Cameraman Jim clambered onto a windowsill.
Dark rolled his eyes and took a swig of the juice before setting it down. “Jim, get over here.”
Both Jims froze and stared at him with wide eyes. He raised an eyebrow. They gave each other a look, a very Jim expression on their faces before they scurried over to stand in front of him.
“What did I tell you about touching things that don’t belong to you?” Dark rumbled. He had hoped he wouldn’t have to lecture them while they were at Anti’s but he really should have known that was a useless thing to hope for.
“Jim did it.” Cameraman Jim declared, pointing his camera lens accusingly at his twin.
Field Reporter Jim squawked, “I did not! We were being very Jim when Jim bumped into the lamp! Sneaky Jim would be rolling in his grave if he would actually stay in one.”
Dark let out a sigh. He was going to need something stronger than water. “I don’t care who broke the lamp. Both of you were near it and you should have been paying attention. Now clean up the mess before Anti gets here. I don’t need to add him to the fray.”
“Not add me to the fray?” Anti crowed, sauntering into the room like the damn drama queen he was, “Whatever do you mean? You can’t have a fray unless I’m involved!”
Dark closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. As soon as Anti walked in, Dark’s head started throbbing. How odd.
The Jims squeaked and hid behind Dark. Their eyes darted between the shattered lamp and the glitchy green bean frantically.
Anti grinned at Dark and started saying something but he stopped mid-vowel when his gaze landed on the lamp. His grin immediately fell. He stared at the broken piece of furniture and turned to the trembling Jims, looking very unimpressed. “Really? Why were you even looking at a lamp?”
Field Reporter Jim poked his head out from behind Dark. “He did it.” He gestured at Dark before ducking back behind him.
Dark rolled his eyes. He really needed to discuss the blaming game with the twins. “I’ll get them to clean it up and pay for a new one.”
Anti shook his head. “Are you ever going to teach them proper manners? This is the third thing they’ve broken this month. I’m tempted to teach them myself. Can I?”
“Anti, leave it alone. They didn’t mean any harm.”
“For a guy who tries to be buff all the time, you’re a damn good babysitter,” Anti sneered.
The Jims were on the floor now, Cameraman Jim trying to sneakily film the whole conversation. Field Reporter Jim had his microphone raised as far as he possibly could without putting himself in Anti’s direct line of sight.
“The tension is high with these two,” Field Reporter Jim muttered, “Jim, I think this is the scoop we’ve been searching for. Be very Jim and get the whole thing, alright Jim?”
Anti huffed, a note of irritation in his voice, “How do you stand them? They don’t make any sense. What does Jim even mean?”
Both Jims gasped. “Jim! You can’t use that kind of language, Glitchy Bean! That’s a naughty, naughty word!”
Anti scowled and took a step forward. “The fuck did you just call me?”
“The Jims are a special type of…creation,” Dark started, adjusting his stance so he was more in front of the Jims. “They don’t make sense but they don’t have too. They get their job done, even if they do it in unnecessarily complicated ways.”
The Jims made an offended sound and tumbled to their feet.
“Unnecessary?!” Cameraman Jim yelled, “We do our jobs very Jim and if Edgelord can’t see that, then maybe Jim and I will go back to Mama Jim! At least she appreciates Jim!”
Dark glared at Anti. “Now look at what you did.” He left Anti to look offended and turned his full attention to the Jims. “I never said you didn’t do your jobs very well. I just said you have an unorthodox way of doing them. You are very good at your jobs. No one is disputing that. However, you do need to stop breaking things. And stop calling people weird names. We do have actual names, you know.”
The Jims stared at him blankly. Field Reporter Jim glanced at Cameraman Jim and whispered through the corner of his mouth, “Edgelord has finally lost it, Jim. Cousin Jim owes me ten bucks.”
Cameraman Jim nodded. “Let’s get out of here, Jim. Before he goes full Jim on us.”
Before Dark could do anything to stop them, they were scurrying from the room.
Dark let out an exasperated sigh. Anti snickered. Dark glared at him. “Right. Laugh it up. They’re only loose in your house.”
Immediately, Anti shut up. “Shit.”
Dark grabbed his drink and gulped it down, slamming the cup back on the table. “Come on. We had better catch them before they find your knife collection.”
