[[OOC: Harry Potter AU]]

[[Drafting my reply for the HP AU.

HP!Nile has a barn owl named Amalthea and a wand made of Ash and… well?… yup, you guessed it!: Unicorn hair!]]

the13thcommander:

the-mp-commander:

Looks like you got one year closer to your untimely death. Congrats! Here, have a home-made cake!

Ignoring the fact that there’s a titan on my cake—did you just put hearts on it?

That is… sweet of you.

Oh, you and your lame puns… Just be glad I even remembered you shitty birthday. You know how much I hate birthdays. (Mah, you are the only person outside my family who’s birthday I’m able to memorize. Must be a result of all the fancy fucking parties you celebrated in the past.)

wingsofsacrifice:

the-mp-commander submitted:

One year closer to your hair falling out, eh? Congratulations! Have a cake!

I think my hair is already falling out, Nile. Thank you, though. 

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If it does, you certainly manage to hide it well. But that’s your specialty, innit?

devotedtomankind:

Happy birthday, you glorious SOB! Let’s hope you’ll remain in one piece for yet another year and a few to come.

"Thank you, Nile. How kind of you. Do I have to assume you put poison in that?"

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"You always think the worst of me, doncha? No, it’s not poisoned."

Guys.

actual-marlo:

Alright so the-mp-commander called Marlo ‘Faulpelzberg.’

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And I kept thinking that it had some meaning, so I transelated it and-

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Bless you.

[[The perks of being German. I could poke a lot of fun of ol’ Mushroomlo if I put my mind to it. Glad I could entertain you.]]

actual-marlo:

”Sir, I finished the list.”

… you are not helpful at all, Faulpelzberg.

Come on! You need to help me bake more cake.

theabnormalsquadleader:

the-mp-commander:

memos-from-danchou:

To all soldiers of the Recon Corps:

I understand that the expression “Dawk Side” became quite popular lately, possibly due to the ban of all insults against the Military Police.

However, I do not have any information about whether or not its members plan to dress up as Stormtroopers for Halloween this year. So, please quit asking!

As hysterically funny as that idea may be, it would be a huge waste of our budget - which is why I’m convinced at least some of these idiots here will do it.

Boy, don’t you guys just have money to burn. I wouldn’t be surprised if your men tried to get you into a darth vader outfit for Halloween either.

First off, just because we do have money to burn doesn’t mean we should do it. 

Second, I’m fine with being called Dawk Vader but I’m not going to dress up! My sense of humor ends there.

And last but not least, it would make me feel like a fucking hypocrite if I did. Erwin knows why.

memos-from-danchou:

To all soldiers of the Recon Corps:

I understand that the expression “Dawk Side” became quite popular lately, possibly due to the ban of all insults against the Military Police.

However, I do not have any information about whether or not its members plan to dress up as Stormtroopers for Halloween this year. So, please quit asking!

As hysterically funny as that idea may be, it would be a huge waste of our budget - which is why I’m convinced at least some of these idiots here will do it.

HP/SNK Crossover | Closed

the13thcommander:

It was the beginning of the year — most sixth years in Hogwarts were busy fretting over their N.E.W.T. classes, especially those in Ravenclaw. They were often expected to do the best, at least when it came to theory and they were often considered to be the House who had the least trouble studying and doing their homework. Even so, with those expectations placed on them by the teachers, some of them couldn’t help but get stressed out.

Not Erwin Smith. All he had on his mind was the Quidditch match against Slytherin coming up on Friday. He was the Captain of his newly put together team — already thinking up numerous strategies in his mind as he took a bite of his toast that morning. His gaze drifted off to the Slytherin table which was right next to Ravenclaws, lingering on Nile Dawk’s back, the Captain of Slytherin’s Quidditch team. With Erwin being a Keeper and Nile a Chaser, they met often on the field, and it had grown into an almost infamous rivalry of sorts, so much so that it extended to the rest of their school activities as well. 

He had a free period that morning, so he decided to have a bit of fun. As he stood up from his table, his fellow Ravenclaws looked up at him leaving breakfast early. 

"Hey, where are you going? Not hungry?" Zoe asked him curiously, the Daily Prophet folded on her lap. "Ah, going to make more strategies for your Quidditch match?" she guessed before he could answer. Erwin, seeing an opportunity for some friendly provoking, made sure to raise his voice a bit so that it would reach Nile’s ears.

Though he’d been doing that for a while now. Every chance he got to taunt the man he took without a second thought — whether it be during breaks, class, breakfast or dinner, he was waiting for Nile to finally snap and lose his patience. Erwin had to say he truly enjoyed setting the other off — it wasn’t like Nile didn’t return the favor, either. 

"Strategies? Not necessary." he replied with a mild smirk, grabbing the attention of other students as well. "With the way Slytherin’s team has been performing as of late, I think this match will be a piece of cake."

Zoe blinked at him as it was quite unlike him to talk trash, though her eyes then flitted over to Nile, and she grinned as she seemed to understand his intent, playing along. “Dawk has been trying his best, you have to give him credit for that, at least.”

"If this is his best then I’m sorry I ever bothered with him." The glares he received from the Slytherin table only added to his amusement as he walked off towards the exit — gaze crossing with Levi’s for a moment who simply rolled his eyes at him.

"He couldn’t score a hit even if his life depended on it," Erwin called as a last remark, before making his way towards the grounds outside with a book — a casual novel to read during his spare time — and a letter from his family clenched firmly in one hand. His parents had finally gotten used to sending it per owl; coming from a family of Muggles had been something he’d been pestered with in his first year quite often, but excelling in practically everything he did and his practical (some would say cruel) way of dealing with bullies had shut them up quite nicely. By now barely anyone but a few stubborn Slytherins still confronted him with it, as everyone else was too taken in by him to even remember such a trivial detail.

He was a charming, highly intelligent young man, a prefect for Ravenclaw with only kindness towards his friends and always helping others out with their studies. That’s what most people saw, on the outside. Truth was his ambition had been noted as potentially dangerous by many of his teachers, truth was, he was absolutely ruthless to those who got in his way. Not a lot of people knew what he was really like, only a handful — Nile was part of that handful, like Mike, Zoe and Levi. While, of course, Mike and Levi belonged in different houses (Gryffindor and Slytherin respectively) it did not stop them from getting along together during breaks or visit Hogsmeade in their spare time. 

As Erwin wandered off outside, looking for a place to sit — preferably under the shadow of a tree where he could read his book in peace — he wondered if Nile would finally take the bait this time. At least that would make this free period a bit more interesting. 

It was an early Monday morning on the third week of September. When Nile Dawk entered the empty Great Hall, the ceiling greeted him with shades of gold. The sun had just risen by the looks of it and the cloudless sky promised a wonderful day.

But Nile couldn’t care less about the weather. In fact, pleasant weather wasn’t helpful at all right now, as it tempted him to go outside and have a taste of the fresh morning air instead of doing his homework.

It had only been two weeks, yet the sixth years had so much homework, one would think the teachers had given them the homework of the entire term already. Which, unfortunately, was not the case. It was all due this weekAnd with the preparations for Friday’s Quidditch match, Nile had even less time than anyone else to get it done.

He almost wished his team had never accepted that match against Ravenclaw. Sure, it was only a friendly match. The Inter-House Cup wouldn’t start until November. And there wouldn’t have been any reason to get all serious about it - if not for Ravenclaw’s team captain and keeper, Erwin Smith. 

Nile’s opinion of Erwin was not the worst but not the best either. For the most part he found him irritating. As a hard working type, Nile didn’t like “naturally gifted” people who didn’t need to lift a finger to achieve what they wanted in general. And Erwin was a rather arrogant (and intrusive!) specimen.

Their rivalry had almost reached legendary status. So, when Erwin had challenged him - as a “test run for the new team” - Nile couldn’t help but accept. Besides, his honor as Slytherin’s team captain wouldn’t have allowed him to decline anyway. Oh, no, he wouldn’t lose to that guy!

As a result, Nile now had to get up in the dead of dawn to write his essays, so he would have more time for briefing the team later. Oh, well, it couldn’t be helped…

It was only when Nile was greeted with an apathetic “‘G’morning, Nile…” that he looked up from his Muggle Studies paper - ”Great historical events from the perspective of Muggle Media” - to realize that the Great Hall was filled with people and breakfast had already been dished up.

"Mornin’, Levi!" he replied, folding his paper and putting it inside his text book as Slytherin’s Seeker took his seat opposite to him. "What’s up? Are you ready for training today?"

"Ah, yeah, about that…" Levi began, putting bread and fruits on his plate. "Sorry but the teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts wants to see me that period. No clue what the hell he wants."

"Oh… That is… unfortunate. I know you don’t need the training but it’d be nice to have the whole team together for the first training of the year."

Before Levi could respond, an all too familiar voice echoed through the hall:

"With the way Slytherin’s team has been performing as of late, I think this match will be a piece of cake."

Erwin. 

"Do you think you can postpone the meeting with the professor somehow?" Nile continued in an attempt to keep the conversation up, ignoring the arrogant blonde.

"I’ll try. Can’t promise anything, though." Levi said.

"Good. I heard Ravenclaw wants the field today, too. Would be bad if some teacher gave them the favor just because we’re missing our Seeker. Besides, there are a few new maneuvers I came up with that I want to put to the t-"

"If this is his best then I’m sorry I ever bothered with him." Erwin’s voice interrupted again.

Nile clenched his fist. “Just ignore him!” Levi told him. Apparently, the irritation was written all over his face. "I can’t believe you are friends with this jerk…" the Slytherin captain remarked through his teeth.

The short one shrugged. “He’s all right, actually. I know he can be a bit of a jerk when it comes to Quidditch…” he replied, looking in Erwin’s direction and rolling his eyes. Nile didn’t respond to this but grabbed a pear from the plate in front of him and bit aggressively into it. No, no, no, he wouldn’t let Erwin provoke him!

"He couldn’t score a hit even if his life depended on it."

I took a moment to let that last one sink in. But that. Was. It! With a swift, agitated movement Nile shoved his books, quill and a couple of pears into his bag.

"Come on, Captain, you don’t really want to do this." Levi warned him. But it was no use.

"You bet I want! I’m going to give this son of a toad a piece of my mind!"

With that Nile strode off, following Erwin outside on the grounds.

the-mp-commander: If you only knew the power of the Dawk Side. Generalissimo never told you what happened to your father.

memos-from-danchou:

the-mp-commander:

theabnormalsquadleader:

the-mp-commander:

memos-from-danchou:

the-mp-commander:

No, I am your father!

No! No! That’s impossible! (You’re younger than me!)

memos-from-danchou:

He told me enough! He told me you killed him! 

#the corps is strong with this one

*snort* I don’t even… I’m surprised you have this much sense of humor, Nile. Say, does the Dawk side really have cookies?

Why else do you think is everyone so keen to join us?

I bet those cookies don’t even taste all that good.

You underestimate the power of the Dawk Side!

Believe it or not, Squad Leader, but I’m a fairly good cook.

Dawk Vader, ladies and gentlemen, Master of the cookie force…

Dawk Vader… seriously, Erwin?