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"Just as your baby brother loves you." He sighed softly. "Keeping that in mind, if I told you something terrible were going to happen to me, you would be upset, correct?" Not that anything would, Mani was a family man now and he’d give anything to keep his children happy.

"I would say you would feel just as Yue would if you told him something terrible would happen to you. Some pranks are alright, but bringing undue distress to others is cruel." Mani held the boy close.

"Why not prank some of the Guardians?"

Trick considered Mani’s words. In truth, he was not sure how he would feel if the Tsar played a similar prank on him; a part of Trick always relished the jolt of fear he felt when chased or frightened… And like most of his kind, he gained no small amount of satisfaction from instilling that same fear in others.

But cruelty hadn’t driven Trick’s antics. For all of his pranks, the boy was cruel. Most of the time, he simply wanted to make people laugh, just as he thought that Yue might laugh to realize just how ridiculous it was to think that an apple tree could grow inside of a person.

"The Guardians know better," Trick explained. "Yue is still small, so he would believe me if I told him that I had a tree in my belly… Well, for a little while, at least. He’s pretty smart, so he’d figure it out pretty quickly."

Trick helped himself to the last of the apple slices and chewed thoughtfully.

"But I can choose a different prank if you don’t like the apple seed one. I’ll just have to think harder if I want to fool the Guardians."

#omnipotentmoon   

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Say Trick, I saw a little Princess running around, perhaps you two could be friends?

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ask-trick:

"A princess? You mean, like Cupcake?”

The small Fearling wracked his brain, trying to think of who he knew that would call themselves by such a title. There was Toothiana—but no, she was a Queen. And of course, there was Cupcake—but Trick was almost certain that she was a self-proclaimed princess, and not an actual heir of royalty.

"I don’t think I know her…" Trick admitted. "But I suppose we could be friends? Is there a reason why we shouldn’t get along?”

This was a strange place the darkness had brought her to again. She followed it curiously as she always did, slipping through the inky darkness in closets and between buildings, in the darkest basements and attics.

The young girl looked around curiously, picking up a fearling that was near her feet, holding it close to herself. "Do you think he’s here?" She asked the creature, it gave a soft non-committal sound like it always did. Sera wondered if she’d ever find her Daddy.

Carrying the fearling like one would a cat, small arms wrapped under its forearms as she walked, she continued her search. She was a small thing, roughly around six years in age, dressed in a black lace dress that was adorned in the back with a large gold bow. The skirt of her dress was fluffy with with many dark petticoats she wore underneath, her hair pulled up on either side of her head with small gold bows.

Turning a corner, she paused, seeing this curious boy and she tilted her head, regarding him with wide curious golden eyes. “‘Cuse me…Have you seen my Daddy?”

As a rule, Trick did not reveal himself to strangers—especially those powerful enough to enter the Boogeyman’s lair. Without knowing if the creature was friend or foe, Trick was usually content to observe intruders from afar.

But this little girl seemed familiar, somehow; there was a darkness inside of her that called to his own, an echo that only a Fearling could hear.

So he placed himself in her path, arms folded and chin held raised with determination.

"This is my home, and I haven’t seen anyone in it but you,” he replied curtly. His golden eyes flicked to the lesser Fearling in the girl’s arms.

"Don’t hold her like that," he barked. He motioned towards the girl, clearly asking for the creature’s release. "Just—just let her go. Fearlings don’t like to be smothered.”

#daddyslittlefearling   

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ionahi:

someone once asked me to draw Cupcake and i can’t remember who it was or find the ask but i gave it a shot ;;v;; she’s such a cutie toughie <3

ionahi:

someone once asked me to draw Cupcake and i can’t remember who it was or find the ask but i gave it a shot ;;v;; she’s such a cutie toughie <3

#HER HIGHNESS PRINCESS CUPCAKE   #*FLAILS*   

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Mani sighed before sitting himself down, pulling Trick close. “Son. Do you care for me?” It was time to help Trick see things objectively. The boy was growing up and would soon need to learn how to be responsible.

And how to not torment his baby brother.

He set the plate in his lap as well, making one of the ‘bunnies’ bounce toward Trick.

Trick wasn’t terribly inclined to eat another slice of apple, but the little bouncing motions made it look like prey, and before Trick could help himself his hands had shot forward, grasping the apple-rabbit and shoving it in his mouth.

The Tsar’s question was an easy one, and the answer easier still.

"I love you, Mani,” he replied around a mouthful of apple. He wasn’t looking at his father, but at the helpless bunnies upon the plate. Grinning, he reached for another and devoured it, blissfully oblivious to the Tsar’s change in tone.

#omnipotentmoon   #(Mani is trying to get all serious but Trick is legit distracted by his prey XD)   

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He was quite proud of himself for figuring out how to get Trick to eat healthy. “You want some seeds?”

That odd request caught his attention. “What would my little scientist like them for?” Mani was curious and eager to see what sort of thoughts the boy’s brain could cook up. Of course, if Trick assumed eating one caused a tree to grow inside a body, well then Mani would have to dispell that information quickly.

Intelligence and understanding were highly valued on the Moon Clipper.

"Is it something I can help with?"

Trick squirmed, his little mouth shifting into a frown. He tried to think of a reasonable use for the apple seeds, but nothing came to mind.

"I don’t think you’ll want to help," he admitted. "It’s… kind of mean… but also really funny!”

True to his namesake, Trick had a prank in mind for the seeds. Unable to think of anything else to say, he divulged the details of his great scheme.

"I was going to eat the seeds in front of Yue…" he grinned. "And then tell him that I have an apple tree growing inside of my belly."

The thought of Yue’s terrified little face only deepened the smile on Trick’s lips. He covered his mouth with both hands to stifle a laugh.

#omnipotentmoon   

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Say Trick, I saw a little Princess running around, perhaps you two could be friends?

"A princess? You mean, like Cupcake?”

The small Fearling wracked his brain, trying to think of who he knew that would call themselves by such a title. There was Toothiana—but no, she was a Queen. And of course, there was Cupcake—but Trick was almost certain that she was a self-proclaimed princess, and not an actual heir of royalty.

"I don’t think I know her…" Trick admitted. "But I suppose we could be friends? Is there a reason why we shouldn’t get along?”

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"As you wish, my little Prince." Mani fiddled with the slices a bit more, deciding to get a bit creative. He finally presented Trick with a plate.

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"Here. Apple rabbits." Mani crouched down and pat Trick’s head. "You can pretend you are devouring bunnies, my mighty Boogeyboy." He pressed a kiss to Trick’s forehead as well. "When you are done eating we can take the seeds to the garden."

"Rabbits…?"

Trick cocked his head to one side, unable to understand what the Tsar could mean. He had to study the little slices for a long moment before he realized that the red wedges were meant to be ears.

"Oh…!"

Mani knew his son well. Though Trick had come to him with no intention of eating the apple, the thought of devouring several small, helpless rabbits appealed to his darker instincts. He selected one from the plate and—steeling himself—sank his sharp teeth into its flesh.

It… wasn’t bad. Trick much preferred chocolate rabbits, the kind Bunnymund made in his Warren, but… Mani’s rabbits were good, too.

The slice devoured, Trick reached his pudgy hand across the cutting board, grasping for the apple seeds.

"Don’t take all of them!” he cried. “I need some of my own. For… something.”

#omnipotentmoon   

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"Mani, can I have an apple?" Trick asked, grinning ever so sweetly. If that was not enough to raise the Tsar's suspicions, the oddness of such a simple request would surely get his attention--Trick NEVER asked for anything besides chocolates and cake.

omnipotentmoon:

"Showing an interest in healthy foods are you?" The male hummed, somewhat amused at this odd request. He obliged, having a moon mouse bring an apple for the boy. Mani held it out. "Would you care for me to cut it up for you?"

Trick shrugged, showing his indifference. He didn’t want to admit that he had no interest in the apple itself, only the seeds it contained—but he brightened when Mani offered to cut it for him.

"Could you?" Trick asked. Then, remembering his manners: "Please?”

He climbed atop a high stool to watch the Tsar peel his apple, and when at last it was sliced into several pieces, Trick pointed to the yellowish core.

"Can you pull out the seeds, too?"

#omnipotentmoon   #(I admire Mani's determination to give Trick the benefit of the doubt...)   #(especially since Trick never deserves it. XD)   

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You don’t have to be alone, Jack. I believe in you, and I know children will too.

#Daddy and Papa   #(Trick grows up to be as tall as Pitch and completely towers over Jack and they all laugh about this for three hundred years)   

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#Papa