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itsaship-literally · 5 years ago

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One more time...

For those of you who have followed this blog for some time, you may remember a little post I once made called Because it needs to be said YET AGAIN. Well, it’s time to revisit this.

THIS BLOG supports the POTENTIAL FUTURE of Beetlejuice and Lydia.

As a fictional set of characters, there is nothing more endearing than a ghost who wants to live and the living who wants to be a ghost. It’s sad and holds a beauty that only the strange and unusual can truly appreciate.

For over 30 years the Beetlejuice has been comprised of the Chuck and Delia’s, the Adam and Barbra’s, and the Betelgeuse and Lydia’s. You can go online and see these pairs all over the place. Both in the movie or in the toon verse and now we have the blessing to have one more iteration. The Musical.

This brings us to today. Yes, we are aware that there is a divide between life/death, immortality/mortality, youth/experience. These are constant dynamics in fiction all over the world. It’s perfectly normal to express these tropes in fiction because as we know, FICTION IS THE BEST WAY TO EXPLORE POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS SCENARIOS.

That being said, how many of you actually want to fuck a ghost/corpse/demon? Like in real life with the body you have? I highly doubt it. And if you do... Well then, have fun 😊

Here is what we have right now:

Movie: Potential. Betelgeuse and Lydia do NOT have a relationship but the potential for mutual understanding is there.

Toon: Potential. Beetlejuice and Lydia have a wonderful friendship and a relationship built on mutual understanding. They trust and care about each other and are near inseparable. They have never shown romantic interest outside of flirtations due to the show being geared towards children. (Note, the word relationship is not used in a romantic context but a general one.)

Musical: Surprisingly the MOST Potential. Beetlejuice and Lydia both want to be seen, they both feel alone and lost, they develop a friendship. On Lydia's end, this relationship is one of a good distraction and teenage rebellion. On BJ’s end, a co-dependent and completely unhinged attachment. They love scaring people and causing chaos. If BJ hadn’t gone exorcism crazy and then MURDER crazy they could have spent more time together.... and seriously .. WHY did Lydia go through all that trouble to get Beej to believe she was in love with him? She could have easily said. “Don’t hurt them. Just call the priest and I will let you out.” You know, like in the movie.

Now that we got those potential futures out of the way, let's cover many of the complaints we have been seeing lately...

Age of Consent: this is best represented by a statement found on the ageofconsent.net “ The legal age of consent varies from 16 to 18 years old from state to state across the United States. In some states, a "close in age exemption" exists to decriminalize consensual sex between two individuals who are both under the age of consent.” This show takes place in Connecticut. The Age is 16 - Source Musical: Age UNDETERMINED in cannon - Actresses range from 16 (Presley) - 35 (Dana) while the main actress debuted Lydia Deetz at the age of 16/17 Movie: Age UNDETERMINED in cannon - Two scripts were made one where Lydia was aged 16 and one where they made her younger but this wasn’t said directly in the film. The ‘little girl’ comment made by Barbra was a leftover from when the script had Cathy, Lydia’s little sister. Toon: Age Never Stated AND Lydia grew through the series. The only context we have is that she is in 7th grade at the beginning of the series. and a book came out later stating she was 14. No one really expects there to be a physical relationship between the characters and if there is, it’s not something anyone really focuses on. WE CARE ABOUT THE DYNAMIC. I have never read fanfiction where Lydia was a 12-14-year-old. BJ likes adult bodies. This is a fact. So until his best friend gets an adult body we just need to enjoy the cartoon. It’s a fucking cartoon. Folks need to relax.

Sexual vs Romantic vs Platonic No one cares how you headcanon the ship. Friendship or Relationship. It’s sweet. They are perfect. They are a dynamic combo.

Grooming and Abuse: Dude, If you want to know what this looks like take a visit to this page from Victims of Crime. So in this case, if you think BJ is grooming Lydia to be his wife and/or partner then you really need to stay away from fanfiction in general. BJ is not a good person if he is capable of ANY of this. There is only one story that I can think of that shows this type of treatment in action and is in no way a story on condoning the relationship. The author of the story is conveying a toxic relationship and like many writers will encourage readers to study the signs to protect themselves. Further Reading: Does Reading Make You A Better Person? - ScienceDaily Video Game Violence Impact

Necrophilia: Let's get this straight right here and now. Betelgeuse is not a corpse. He is not a lifeless body. That’s some Ted Bundy shit right there. Here is a list of actual Cases of Necrophilia. In Movie and Toon, Beej is a ghost. The term is Spectrophilia In Musical, Beej is a demon. The term is Spectrophilia... yup same thing Sexual encounters with ghosts and demons have been a subject of contention since the days of Ancient Civilization. That will always be an issue. No One is ever going to make it go away.

Bi/Pan/Gay Phobia: We are really going there. Ok. This topic is said about every fandom. You will never make everyone happy. Everyone wants representation and that is totally fine. Beetlejuice and Lydia have the potential for more than a heterosexual pairing. After all, there is Betty Juice. Now have I hit all the complaints? Good. If not then please dig a little deeper and try not to interfere with nerds being nerds. It just make you look like a jackass.

#Beetlebabes #Beetlejuice #Betelgeuse #It's A Ship - Literally #Lydia Deetz #Beej and Lyds #beetlejuice the animated series #toon verse #ghostly hauntings I turn loose #TAS #movie verse #strange and unusual #beetlejuice the musical #musical verse #Broadway #analyze the ship

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trinketprince · 5 years ago

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Analyzing the IDW Sonic Issue #24 cover

Cause it actually gives us a pretty good insight on which characters will/allowed to appear in this series! (or at least I assume)

Ok so just to give some general context, Ian Flynn has said in a previous interview that classic era characters won’t appear. IDW Sonic, (at least for now, is strictly Modern Era)

So we can expect to not see these following characters in the IDW Sonic comic-verse for a good while.

Classic Versions of Sonic, Tails, Amy, Knuckles, Vector, Espio, Charmy, Eggman and Metal Sonic

Segasonic the Hedgehog (Mighty the Armadillo and Ray the Flying Squirrel)

Sonic the Fighters (Honey the Cat, Bean the Dynamite and Bark the Bear)

Sonic Triple Trouble (Fang the Sniper/Nack the Weasel)

Tails’ Sky Patrol (Carrotia, Focke-wulf, Bearenger, Witchcarter)

Sonic R (Metal Knuckles, Tails Doll)

Silver Sonic

Battle Kukku Empire (XV, Speedy and Doctor Fukurov)

Chaotix (Heavy and Bomb)

But in IDW Sonic Issue #3, Sonic mentions The Hooligans, so at the very least they can mention the existence of classic characters.

But this restriction of characters does beg the questions though? What is and isn’t off limits in IDW Sonic?

Apart from Classic Universe, there are three other universes that come from the sonic games. Boom Universe, (though quite loosely-considered as a universe) Storybook Universe and (a more sketchy, loosely considered as a universe) Chronicles Universe.

In the case of Boom!Sonic, given the design of Sonic and the rest of the cast, we can outrule Sticks the Badger and Lyric from appearing, not sure if they’re allowed to reference them though.

In the case of Storybook!Sonic, they’re allowed to reference the storybook games (as shown in IDW Sonic Issue #16). However using characters such as Shahra and Merlina is also unclear (but I’d guess they won’t appear).

In the case of Chronicles!Sonic, given the whole Ken Penders thing, I bet that Shade and the rest of the characters won’t even be given an allusion to.

Well how about one-off characters? Characters that appeared once or a few times in Sonic’s adventures?

Well, this is where this cover helps! See, as of the current issue, IDW Sonic Issue #22, a generous amount of characters has appeared.

The Main Cast (Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy)

Returning Cast from Forces (Wisps, Vector, Espio, Charmy, Shadow, Rouge, Omega, Silver)

Antagonists from Forces (Eggman, Metal Sonic, Orbot, Cubot)

IDW exclusive new characters (Tangle, Whisper and her former Squad, Rough, Tumble, Jewel, Dr. Starline and others)

Returning cast not in Forces (Cream, Vanilla, Cheese, Chocola, Gemerl, Blaze, The Babylon Rouges (In a spin-off comic))

Returning Villains not in Forces (Zeti)

That’s almost everybody we see in this cover... except for a few characters.

That’s right, some previously unseen characters like Big the Cat, Froggy, and Marine the Raccoon of all characters, are seen again.

In Big’s case, it isn’t as jarring. He was bound to appear sometime, being apart of Team Rose, appearing in Sonic Adventure, his role in the Sonic games is far too big to skim over. In fact we actually may have an idea on where he is in the current arc. In IDW Sonic issue #22, page 5, we see a speech bubble, “Froggy?! Where are you?!”.

While Big is not explicitly shown in the actual issue, he is most well known for this phrase and his love and concern for Froggy, his pet frog. This suggests he may be present in the Restoration HQ...

... His fate, however, whether he got infected by the metal virus or not is undetermined.

After scanning the room for people who has not been infected Gemerl stated that every one in there are already in different states of infection. So unless Big has somehow escaped (which to be honest, his character seems to be the type to pull surprises)...

... Big is already infected and left behind with Vector, Charmy and Vanilla.

Now for Marine. Blaze originally came to Sonic’s dimension because she felt something was wrong.

She is introduced to Tangle as a princess from another dimension who wields the Sol Emeralds. She eventually joins the fight against Neo Metal Sonic and taking back Angel Island.

At the end of IDW Sonic Issue #12, she says her work is done and decides goes back to the Sol Dimension.

In the Sonic 2019 Annual Issue, there is a story that involves Blaze visiting Silver’s Garden.

And according to David Mariotte, the 2019 issue takes between issues #12 and #15. So Blaze was still in Sonic’s universe until at most before the Metal Virus arc started.

In the Metal Virus arc, Blaze is absent, most likely already having returned to the Sol Dimension. So with the appearance of Marine, does Blaze return back to Sonic’s dimension in this arc? Does she bring Marine along? Why?

And the presence of the Babylon Rogues and Jewel in the cover coupled with the solicitation description for IDW Sonic Issue #24:

“The Last One Out" As the Metal Virus spreads, Tangle's hometown of Spiral Hill Village stands as one of the last strongholds of the uninfected. Sonic, Tangle, and the remaining heroes of the Restoration make a stand, but will it be enough?

And the fact that the last time the Rogues and Jewel were last seen was during the jewel heist at Mineral Museum suggests that they will appear there once more.

Does the appearance of Marine, who’s only appearance in the game series is Sonic Rush Adventure, and the Babylon Rogues, who only appeared in the Sonic Riders spin-off games, suggest that other one-off characters will reappear in this continuity? Like Tikal and Chaos from Adventure, Elise from 06 and Yacker from Colors?

Speculation:

Yeah remember when I said that Big is the type to pull surprises? I bet that in a later issue it will be revealed that Big got on the ship safely. However, Froggy is infected, Big, who cares for Froggy too much, couldn’t bare to leave him behind. I mean, that one throwaway dialogue could be a clue for what’s to come. He compromises the safety of the ship, spiraling the mood of the heroes down further. I think that someone of note is gonna get infected, other than Big. And that would send Cream’s mood to be even more desolate.

It can’t be Tails cause he’s working on the cure, he’s got plot protection cause he needs to bounce back from his mistake (dropping the cure, and it’s incomplete). Sonic is plot protected as well and Knuckles is on Angel Island. Espio needs to avenge the Chaotix so he has a flimsy plot shield. Tangle is needed because something is definitely gonna happen in Spiral Hill, where Jewel is currently in, so she’s protected.

I think it’s Amy. Just think about it, she’s one of the main 4, she’s the head of Restoration, she’s been doing so well, handling everything that comes at her, She is the face of the restoration and who many people rely on. She is Cream’s role model. And she promised Vanilla that she’d protect Cream. When you take her away, everything seems more hopeless and desolate, one of the main pillars of the sonic franchise has crumbled, and now the metal virus seems more dangerous than ever.

It can also be Whisper, Whisper and Tangle’s spinoff series ends exactly before issue #23 will come out. And in the spinoff, one of it’s main themes is the friendship that Whisper and Tangle have. They’ve become close to rely on each other. And as much as I hate to think it, Whisper may be “fridged” to boost Tangle’s desire to save her friends in issue #23. A setup for issue #24, where the metal virus goes to Spiral Hill, where Jewel is.

Now why am I mentioning Cream’s role here? Well it’s because Cream is the hidden star of this arc. Think about it. Charmy’s infection is the catalyst for Sonic to check up on Cream and her family. Gemerl’s main purpose is to protect Cream, and he is currently the protector of the uninfected, given that all other “protector” characters, are currently unavailable (Sonic is infected, Shadow has turned, Silver is busy, Blaze is not yet there, Omega is ripped, Vector is infected, Amy will soon turn). Chocola and Cheese, her friends, compromised Tails’s cure. Vanilla turned in front of her eyes. So many of the events are centered around Cream, and there will definitely be one more catalyst for her big role.

Enter Marine and Blaze. Cream is friends with Blaze, finding friendship with one another in Sonic Rush. And in the cover, we can see Cream holding hands with Marine. There will definitely be an interaction between the two of them considering that

All characters in the cover are posed in a way where all interactions have meaning. (Babylon Rogues are together, Chaotix are together, Dark are together, etc.) Why pose Cream and Marine like this when they’ve never interacted before?

Both are related to Blaze in a way, mayhaps a humorous introduction may happen between the two “Oh Hello Ms. Blaze!” “I’m her real bestfriend!” etc.

If Amy does turn, Cream, for once in her life will be alone, Amy is gone, Vanilla, Cream and Chocola have turned, and if I’m right, Big is already infected as well. Even the more minor friends she has like Sonic is infected, Tails is busy, Knuckles is MIA and Vector (Sonic Riders), has already turned. Blaze will be the only person left, a sister figure that Cream can cling onto.

And as a final catalyst, A few more people will get infected, whether it will be Tails, or Sonic or Blaze, I can’t guess. But what I will guess is that Cream will definitely have a big role in this arc’s ending.

Aurgh! I’m just so excited for the upcoming issues, and seeing this cover definitely made my brain churn!!

#sonic the hedgehog #Sonic #idw sonic #long post #comic #big the cat #marine the raccoon #archie sonic #Metal Virus Arc #cream the rabbit

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bubble-tea-bunny · 6 years ago

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to feel the sun from both sides

[newt scamander x reader]

author’s note: shorter than the stuff i’ve been writing lately but still just as nice i hope(: might write for theseus next

word count: 2,330

The months are growing colder, and the drop in temperature becomes even more apparent at the day’s end, when the sun is on its way out. A gust of wind blows strong enough to ruffle Newt’s robes and a shiver runs down his spine. His cheeks and his nose are probably red from the chill, and he manages to free a hand in the midst of his task to bring his scarf up over the bottom half of his face. Ah. That feels better.

He doesn’t see you approach because his back is turned, and he would’ve heard you, would’ve heard the sound of your shoes sifting along the cool grass, if he weren’t preoccupied with the little animal cradled his palm. He’s alerted to your presence when you speak up, and he twists around, but carefully so as not to jostle the small bowtruckle.

“I was wondering where you were,” you state with a smile.

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” Newt’s tone is apologetic as he pulls down his scarf to be heard clearly, the cool air once more nipping at his skin. He talks quietly but he always does, and you don’t mind one bit. “I wasn’t able to find you after dinner and I wanted to come here before it got dark, so…”

“It’s fine.” You wave your hand dismissively. It’s easy to be lost in the sea of students flooding out of the Great Hall, so you don’t blame him. You sit down against the trunk of the tree, and Newt follows suit. “I’m sure they missed you.”

Newt looks over, wondering what you mean, and notices your attention is on the creature in his hand. He glances down at it as well. “Yeah… I guess they have.” It’s silent for a moment, then he continues: “Hold out your hand.”

Your eyes widen a fraction but you do as he says, and you go stock still as he sets the bowtruckle into your awaiting hand. Its little legs feel odd on the sensitive expanse of your palm, and it takes several steps, so you rotate your wrist to accommodate it. It walks across your knuckles, where it chooses to remain. Newt watches it fondly, and it looks right back at him, like it knows who he is. And then from beneath floppy brown hair his gaze slides up to you—you’re considerably more relaxed now, and your features are so soft in the radiance of dusk.

“I don’t know why you get so nervous,” he remarks. “You’re a natural.”

You chuckle and as the bowtruckle resumes walking, you hold up your other hand for it to transfer onto so it doesn’t fall off. “You’re the natural, Newt. Simply holding them is nothing compared to what you can do.”

Newt smiles. “But they like you, you know. I can tell.”

You hum, as if to ask Yeah? but you don’t say anything else. Newt assumes that to be the end of the conversation, and he leans his head back on the tree trunk. The bowtruckle appears to have found a comfortable position to rest in, and you allow yourself to return to watching the setting sun. It’s nearly gone, and your breath materializes in front of you with every exhale. Soon the moon and stars will emerge, and they’ll light your path to the castle.

“Would you write a book?” you ask out of the blue.

Newt purses his lips and contemplates the inquiry for a few seconds. He doesn’t ask about what because it’s obvious what he’d write about. The idea isn’t out of the realm of possibility. He keeps journals on his research, though it’s only been on creatures found here at Hogwarts. There are many out there still, throughout the world, to be sought after and studied and cared for. An expansive task but a wonderful one.

“I would,” he responds finally. “But it’d be hard to do that research alone.”

This prompts you to look at him, and he’s watching you with utmost sincerity. The implication of the statement pulls a grin from you, and he mirrors it subconsciously. You’d been attached at the hip from the moment you started talking to each other as first years, and though your adventures have begun at Hogwarts, they wouldn’t end there.

You sigh lightly and take in the night that has fallen around you, stare up at the sky like you’re in a crystal ball and you’re looking past the glass. “Will I never be rid of you, Scamander?” you tease.

Newt shakes his head. “Not at all,” he shoots back playfully.

You laugh, then sigh as you settle down. “I’ll gladly join you, Newt. Just don’t go falling in love with me while we’re at it.”

There’s a twinkle in your gaze to accompany your smile, and he knows you’re playing around, but he swallows as he mulls over what you’ve said. The smile drops from his own face once you turn away and attend to the bowtruckle in your hand. He hears you asking it if it’s doing okay, and if it’s sleepy, but your voice sounds distant, like you’re farther than you actually are, his own thoughts at the forefront and pushing everything else to the margins. He traces the line of your profile with his eyes, from your forehead to the slope of your nose to your lips, and farther still he follows the curve of your chin as it leads to your jaw, and the sleek column of your neck. And as he continues to sit here next to you, so close he can feel your body heat, and you grin at the animal you’re holding and he swears it’s enough to light up a whole room, he thinks it’s a little too late for that.

———

He tries though. By Merlin, does he try. Being out on the field helps distract him, because there, the work comes first, and in these instances you maintain a professional relationship, that of researcher and assistant. You take notes while his hands are busy looking over the current beast of interest, and he knows he rambles and his brain can move faster than his mouth at times and it does but you’ve always been able to turn it into something cohesive. He gives you his journals to write in, and it’s easy to figure out which sections are yours because they’re neater, and in addition to the skillfully done diagrams of hippogriff talons and erumpet horns, you leave silly doodles in the margins.

The bounds of professionalism aren’t concrete, and neither of you wished them to be anyway. When he’s working late into the night, nothing but a candle to illuminate the pages, you come to him as his friend once more, his best friend, and you tell him he needs to rest and you won’t take any excuses. You set your hand on his to stop his writing, and he glances up at you sheepishly because he knows you’re right but really, he’ll be done soon, just one more sentence—

“There will always be tomorrow,” you murmur.

And the corner of his lip twitches, a smile fighting its way to the surface. You’ve never had to do much to convince him. “Okay.”

For all your denials that you could never be as well-versed in magical creatures as he, over the years, that’s changed, whether or not you even noticed. He taught you as you both went along, traveled from country to country, and it hadn’t been long before you had his confidence in the subject. Or at least something very close. And in those times where you may falter he’s the one to reassure you, telling you it’s okay to approach the thunderbird you’re observing and who’s looking at you closely in kind, two curious souls observing each other.

Gently he takes your wrist and guides your hand to rest on the soft feathers, and your eyes glow and so does your smile and he’s left wondering if he’s seeing things that aren’t actually there because maybe just maybe he’s imagining you like you’re the face he’s given to the beautiful haze of color just before the sun disappears behind the horizon and oh how he hopes desperately this isn’t the case.

But your skin is warm and as his hand slips down to his side, some of that residual heat remains in his palm, and it feels too real to be any figment of the imagination. In the subsequent moments filled only by the low rasps from the thunderbird’s throat that mean it’s happy, Newt looks from it to you and back again and maybe it’s more like you’re the same soul and in an exercise of extraordinary self-awareness the splendid beast that towers over you has looked into a mirror and understood that those are its eyes gazing back. And the flood of love Newt has for you rushes in like it had on day one of an undetermined total (for he’d really like to be with you forever).

He’s honestly not sure if he’ll ever tell you how he feels, because stuff like that, it isn’t his thing. He trips over his words whenever he’s not talking about his research and he has trouble maintaining eye contact with people, and the issue is increased tenfold when it involves you because the way your eyes seem to burn into him, see through him, is altogether too intense and he loves it but he also hates it because you pull him apart so easily. And maybe he should mind it but he doesn’t because you’re also the one to put him back, not with a wave of your wand and a whispered spell but with your hands, lithe fingers taking each fragment and fitting them together, one by one, slowly and surely, until he’s whole before you, and he would stand prepared for the next time he falls for you, into a million tiny pieces.

A portion of your notes doesn’t sound complete to Newt as he reads it over, then re-reads it a few times in an attempt to make sense of them. A few thoughts jotted down at the bottom are scrambled and disconnected. Usually he wouldn’t linger on these points and would move on, but it just so happens that he needs these particular lines for what he’s working on. With a sigh rife with exhaustion from hours of work, he stands and, journal in hand, exits the study and walks to the lounge, where he knows you’ll be.

There’s shuffling and the sound of your footsteps as you exclaim Poppy! and Newt’s not thinking much of it, but he should have and he understands that now because he turns the corner and says your name to announce his presence, and he’s startled first by your kneazle who just barely avoids running into his legs as it scampers off, and second by you, who’s taken off after her and you barrel into him, knocking you both off your feet.

“Oof!” Newt hits the floor with a thud, you on top of him. His journal had slipped out of his hand and lays face down to his right, but he doesn’t take notice. You push yourself up to look at him properly, eyes wide and brows knitted together in worry.

“Are you okay?” you ask. “I’m so sorry, Newt. It’s just, Poppy stole my pen and wouldn’t give it back and—”

“It’s fine,” he assures you, smiling. The concern starts to slip away and you nod, and then it occurs to him that neither of you has made any moves to stand. Your hands are braced against his chest, and his arms are wrapped around your waist, having found their way there by instinct when you’d run into him and he went to cushion your fall. Laying on the hardwood floor is hardly comfortable but he’s comfortable holding you, and you seem to be comfortable being held by him.

You stare at each other, and again Newt is overwhelmed and he has to avert his gaze and it goes to your lips and they look so soft, like velvet, and he wonders if they feel like it too. He swallows hard, and his mouth opens to say something but what? He has no idea what to say, and should he speak up he doesn’t know what would leave his mouth.

His mouth merely hangs open slightly, words not quite reaching his tongue, and he figures he must look rather stupid, but you seem to pay no mind or even notice as you lean in those last few inches and he learns you taste of caramel creams and peach blossoms. His eyes slide closed as he kisses you and his senses are filled with you you you and he’s breathing you in like you’re keeping him alive. It is a little ridiculous to still be wondering if this is truly happening, that this isn’t some hallucination, but he can’t help it because years have been spent thinking about it, dwelling on it, on all the what-could-be’s and what-if’s, and suddenly it’s what-can-be’s and what is.

You pull away just enough to allow yourself to breathe, and your eyes remain closed. Newt focuses on your lashes that delicately kiss your cheeks, and he wants to do that too. To kiss your cheeks and your nose and each corner of your lips because he loves you so much it hurts. When your eyes open, revealing that charming gaze that holds so much power over him, to a degree he’s not certain you’d ever understand, his heart drops into his stomach and it rouses the butterflies there, and they take flight. He can’t think straight but that’s okay, and at the sight of your captivating, marvelous, lovely, brilliant and every other word which might represent magnificence smile, he smiles too, in disbelief and relief and everything in between.

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander imagine #fantastic beasts imagine #fantastic beasts #newt scamander #crimes of grindelwald #fantastic beasts and where to find them #bubble-tea-bunny #queue

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theaccursedninth · 6 years ago

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Headcanon sheet: Tennant!Malekith

Since my vision for him has changed slight since first playing him I thought I’d make an official reference sheet.

Name: Malekith Alias (if any): Technically Malekith began as an alias but so old is he now he considers it his name. Others include: Jack Tyler and (formally) the Doctor Nickname: The Accursed, my lord, my dark lord, Mal, the Oncoming Storm, Jack, Tyler Age: older than this universe as the MCU knows it. Appearance:

A well-groomed and slightly older David Tennant from the 10th Doctor we all know. Alternates between clean-shaven and stubble. There’s an ever-present intensity in his eyes that alternates between dangerous or wild.

Malekith is the only Dark Elf with regenerative capabilities. These are leftover from his life as a Time Lord and is a heavily guarded secret. Because he has not regenerated since the Time War, his ability is still programmed to his original makeup which is why his tenth regeneration looks like a Time Lord. Race: Gallifreyan (formally “Dark Elf”) Gender: male. (While I’m aware the Doctor is canonically gender neutral, Malekith’s age and experience leave him identifying as male.) Sexuality: Asexualish, Panromantic Height: 5′10″ Physique:

Stronger than any Time Lord but weaker than a Dark Elf. Able to punch through solid objects/walls with enough force, though it will sting. Could survive a hit from Mjolnir but not without serious injury. I think we all know this but to reiterate: Malekith has two hearts.

Style of dress: What he wears changes depending on where he is but he usually dresses in dark colors. Easier to clean up and/or hide stains. That said this version of Malekith opts for human clothing: easier to blend in, no matter where in the galaxy he is. Default wardrobe: almost exclusively black. Long or short-sleeved black top with a leather jacket or blazer overtop. Black jeans and black boots.

Work wardrobe: A slight variation of the above. Collared button-down shirt, preferably black but will wear gray or white if need be. Used to include a tie but abandoned it after a while. Black or gray slacks and boots.

All his overcoats contain extra interior pockets.

Occupation: This varies from thread to thread. If set on Earth he’s usually working for the London Torchwood branch. Anywhere else, he’s more the renegade warrior. Choice of weapons: Knives, daggers and short swords. Carries some combination concealed on his person at all times. Method of combat: This started out as a way to adapt as full-length swords aren’t so easily hidden. Now his preferences usually depend on temperament but if given a choice he’ll usually go for close combat. Malekith is deceptively strong and fast and finding thrill in exercising these abilities. Also, close-quarters allow a better alleviation of his rage, aggression and power/blood lust.

Worst traits: Aggressive, cold and callous at times, careless, meticulous, domineering, impulsive, hypocritical, impatient/quick to anger, cryptic, evasive, obsessive, patronizing, sarcastic, unpredictable, critical at times, murderous, vengeful

Positive traits: Intelligent, determined, ambitious, loyal, protective, paternal (to certain individuals), supportive of those he cares about (though not always direct or apparent), considerate (tempered), warm (to certain individuals)

Fears/dislikes: Fears - Loss, abandonment, betrayal, letting others in/close relationships, being vulnerable, the unknown, failure, death (but only to a point), living (for complicated reasons), forgetting and/or making peace with his past... Dislikes - their Time Lord appearance, being touched, social interaction, isolation, that voice

Malekith is a hypocrite. If that weren’t clear. For a time he also feared discovery of his identity, not that many would believe it. For any that would it risked his chances of revenge...while revenge was still applicable. With Asgard gone, who knows...

Mental/Physical disabilities: Anxiety, depression, paranoia, superiority complex and serious post traumatic stress disorder that usually manifests itself as rage. Difficulty processing and articulating emotion. Also the power/blood lust mentioned above. He still hears the Doctor in his head but whether imagined or a form of conscience remains undetermined. Because he came into the world through trauma he is quicker to lose patience with the voice and will on occasion argue back at it.

Other headcanons:

Malekith regenerated shortly after being crushed by his ship. It was an involuntary decision spurned by anger and a desire to live. He’d almost forgotten he could regenerate at all until he saw the golden light. He had no idea he’d regenerate with a Time Lord’s face.

His regeneration cycles carried over from his former life: as evolution changed the would-be Gallifrey into Svartalfheim, Dark Elves never developed the ability.

Tennant!Malekith sounds like the 10th Doctor, same accent and everything but he maintains his formal speech patterns.

Goes by “Jack Tyler” in any verse he’s on Earth. Guess where he pulled the names from.

For a little while after regenerating he wore tinted glasses: a way to dim the light after so many centuries of living in the dark.

He takes a long--long--time to adjust to his new/old face and even more resistant than Elf!Malekith at being called/calling himself a Time Lord or the Doctor.

His body temperature is closer to that of a Time Lord’s than a Dark Elf’s.

Aspirin is still toxic and he is more susceptible to ginger than his former face.

He still feels very deeply and still loves Jack and Rose but their memory and memories of the Doctor are far more painful, almost toxic and so he’ll avoid dwelling on that portion of his past when at all possible. As stated previously, this regeneration has trouble processing and digesting his emotions.

He does not carry the same guilt and responsibility Malekith does regarding the path his people and planet took. He runs from it.

Malekith still possesses a fierce paternal streak. It’s buried but still there.

Like Elf!Malekith, his mind is closed to the Timestream. He also lost his Time Lord telepathy. These traits may or may not come back...

Malekith still possesses the Doctor’s fathomless knowledge of languages. That said, he’s spent more time now isolated on Svartalfheim than traveling as the Doctor. As such, some of that knowledge has gotten rusty, and I wouldn’t be surprised if speaking and especially reading different languages might take a little time to recall.

In storylines he’s unaware of Asgard’s face Malekith is still hellbent on revenge. That said, he will not return to Svartalfheim. He’s far more afraid of his people discovering what happened to him (let alone not believing, imprisoning and killing him) than he is confident in asking for allegiance.

Malekith is not afraid of Thanos.

Malekith is not above “die trying.” One might argue it’s his underlying motivation overall...

Following the above headcanon, Malekith fights as hard and at times as recklessly as he does in part because he has nothing left to lose.

Tennant!Malekith does not have his sonic screwdriver. He left it on Svartalfheim.

He is very much resistant to and quite possibly afraid of all things Gallifreyan, especially the TARDIS (adding this for paradoxical reasons.)

He still fancies chips and other street-vending Midgardian food.

He constantly pushes boundaries at Torchwood but kept around for three primary reasons:

a) He is definitely not an ordinary human and that makes him an invaluable asset b) He’s clearly had some kind of ‘military’ experience and despite his temper creates a basic respect (or at least understanding) of command c) He is waaaaay too dangerous to be left alone and instead of locking him up, which may not prove effective anyway, it’s easier and more productive to employ him

#malekith #mcu #10th doctor #thor 2 #the dark world #verse 3 #headcanons

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chillihansol · 7 years ago

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[ 緣分 (yuanfen) ] ; time travelling!au, historical!au (timeline set in 17th and 21st century), romance, angst

→ synopsis: 緣分 (yuanfen) means fateful coincidence. A locket, that was once owned by a successful merchant from the 1600′s, unknowingly possesses a curse, and has fetched your attention. When an old man offered the astonishing and expensive accessory to you for no cost, you did not know that the price you have to pay is to go back to the 17th century, inside of the merchant’s house. As time passes by, he willingly helped you to find your way back to the present time, little did you know, he is your only key to the future.

→ warnings: mature content (implied sex)

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↬ { k.sy | hoshi | 권순영 }

[ Messages from You ] ; non-idol verse, angst, romance

→ synopsis: (Based on the song Messages From You by Drake) For someone who experienced being left by a person he loves without a word, Soonyoung might have been the most foolish one to still hope for his lover to come back. Everyday, he counts the number of days since you left, and he remembers the details in a certain day. During his months of healing, someone comes in his life who happened to give him a short-term happiness as he thinks that this person could be the one for him. But not until he finally receives a message from you after months of long wait.

→ warnings: alcohol intoxication

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↬ { l.jh | woozi | 이지훈 }

[ Guns n’ Roses ] ; mafia!au + assassin!au + angst + romance

→ synopsis: You’ve been the most trusted assassin and had gone through tons of successful missions before, but killing the leader of a gang who happened to be your partner in crime is not something you have sincerely done with your own hands. Jihoon was there for you, but you failed to be there beside him.

→ warnings: mentions of death and guns, profanities

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↬ { c.hs | vernon | 최한솔 }

[ Videnda ] ; soulmate!au + best friends to lovers + semi-angst + fluff

→ synopsis: You live in a world where everyone’s faces are distorted, and it has been hunting you ever since. The only way for you to have a normal vision is find the right person; your soulmate, but it wasn’t as easy as it sounds because a confession is needed to remove the distortion on the faces.

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↬ { l.c | dino | 이찬 }

[ Lithe lass ] ; high school!au + dancing & ballet + angst + slight fluff

→ synopsis: For a boy who never believed in love, you, a ballerina changed his belief with your graceful moves. After that one night of your performance, you made Chan believe in love, but contrary to popular belief, first impression never lasts.

♡ - are the old written ones, these as well are constructed in first point of view. ♥ - are written in second point of view

↬ { c.sc | s.coups | 최승철 }

♡ [ Finally ] ; fluff & coffee + “Here’s my number. Call me.”

♡ [ Wednesdays ] ; angst & fluff & alcohol + “I’m not letting you drive again.”

♥ [ Paranoia ] ; angst & fluff & insecurities + “I don’t deserve you.”

♥ [ Urgency ] ; platonic & fluff & vet + “I love how open we are to each other.”

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↬ { y.jh | jeonghan | 윤정한 }

♡ [ Rants ] ; fluff & in love jeonghan + “Stop staring at me.”

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↬ { h.js | joshua | 홍지수 }

♡ [ Essay ] ; angst & fluff & jealousy + “Yes, I’m jealous and I hate it.”

♥ [ Midnight Run ] ; fluff & hungry joshua + “Wake up, I’m hungry.”

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↬ { w.jh | jun | 文俊辉 }

♡ [ Ditching for you ] ; fluff & a bit greasy jun + “It’s cheesy but you are my everything.”

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↬ { k.sy | hoshi | 권순영 }

♡ [ Getting on my nerves ] ; angst & fluff & undetermined feelings + “Do you hate me that much?”

♡ [ Next Tuesday ] ; fluff & a wing man jun + “Do you prefer coffee or tea date?”

♥ [ Night Intruder ] ; fluff & flu + “Are you sure this is legal?”

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↬ { j.ww | wonwoo | 전원우 }

♡ [ Harry Potter & Chill ] ; fluff & period + “Just you and me.”

♡ [ Fears ] ; angst & fluff & fears + “You’re my first, and hopefully my last.”

♡ [ Soju & Beer ] ; fluff & alcohol + “Did you just wink at me?”

♡ [ Ice Skating ] ; fluff + “Don’t go, you’re warm.”

♡ [ Only You ] ; angst & fluff & mingyu + “Yes, I’m jealous and I hate it.”

♡ [ Fake Dating ] ; angst & fluff & fake dating + “I love you.”

♡ [ Drunk Confessions ] ; angst & fluff & college party + “Don’t you dare drink with the boys!”

♡ [ Library stranger] ; fluff & library + “I was wondering if you like me.”

♥ [ Terrible Dares ] ; fluff & bad boys + “It was a joke, why are you taking everything so seriously?”

♥ [ Jay Park ] ; fluff & jealousy + “I’m so much better than him.”

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↬ { l.jh | woozi | 이지훈 }

♡ [ Coffee & Lyrics ] ; fluff & mornings + “You’re giving me million reasons to stay.”

♡ [ Studio Shenanigans ] ; fluff + “Did you just wink at me?”

♡ [ First Kiss ] ; fluff & his lips + “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

♡ [ Unspoken Feelings ] ; fluff & poetry + “You’re my first, and hopefully my last.”

♥ [ Wedding Date pt. 1 & pt. 2 ] ; angst & fluff & fake dating & ex boyfriend jeonghan + “I need you to be my boyfriend.”

♥ [ Risk it all ] ; angst & romance & vampire + "Do you regret loving me?"

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↬ { l.sm | dokyeom | 이석민 }

♡ [ Disgusting Lies ] ; angst + “You remind me of this song.”

c↳ Mister-goody-two-shoes + sequel written by lovelycheollie

♡ [ Special deliveries ] ; fluff & flowers + “Your smile completes my day.“

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↬ { k.mg | mingyu | 김민규 }

♡ [ I’m tired ] ; angst + “It’s not me, it’s you. It’s always been you.”

♡ [ Mac ‘n Cheese ] ; fluff & period + “It’s cheesy but you are my everything.”

♥ [ Runaway ] ; angst & fluff + “Are you sure this is legal?”

♥ [ Boy Next Door ] ; fluff & annoying neighbor + “Do you hate me that much?”

♥ [ Too Confident ] ; fluff & angst & bad boys + "Can you at least look at me in the eye?"

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↬ { x.mh | the8 | 徐明浩 }

♡ [ Nunchucks ] ; angst & fluff & nunchucks + “I can’t lose you again.”

♡ [ Skinny Love ] ; angst & forgotten best friend + “Have you been well?”

♥ [ Vows ] ; fluff & pure romance & married + “Stop staring at me.”

♥ [ Confess ] ; fluff & best friends to lovers & horror movies + "I love you."

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↬ { b.sk | seungkwan | 부승관 }

♡ [ Mint Choco ] ; fluff & rainy days & ice cream + “Don’t go, you’re warm.”

♡ [ Reckless Idiot ] ; angst & fluff & nurse + “Can you at least look at me in the eye?”

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↬ { c.hs | vernon | 최한솔 }

♡ [ His treat ] ; angst & fluff & jealousy + “Well, that hurts.”

♡ [ Our future pt. 1 & pt. 2 ] ; angst & fluff & wrong decisions & parenthood + “I’d always choose you, no matter what.”

♥ [ Misconceptions ] ; fratboy & fluff & slight suggestive + "My shirt looks better on you."

♥ [ Coward Love ] ; friends to lovers & fluff + “Can I hold your hand?”

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↬ { l.c | dino | 이찬 }

♡ [ Saturday Mood ] ; fluff & pizzas + “Did you just finish a box a pizza without me?”

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petalfatesa · 5 years ago

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' lemon's definitely the most chaotic out of the three of them. ' ren set lychee down in front of some watermelon cubes, lying down on the floor to watch absently. ren rolled their eyes affectionately, regarding ruby with a slight smile. ' takes after his mom, y'know ? '

Ruby watched the small turtle with a smile, unable to help herself from giggling as Lychee did their best to eat the watermelon. It slid slightly, causing them to extend their neck more. Turtles were certainly interesting to watch, though Ruby’s favorite of her nieces and nephews was the demonic bearded dragon. The way he scuttled across the floor always amused her, even more so when he would chase someone. How something so tiny could have so much personality was beyond her, but she loved him just the same.

“Oh absolutely. If anyone knows how chaotic Yang is, I’d say I take the cake! With you close behind.” She grinned brightly, shifting to copy Ren’s position. She rested her chin in her hands, looking to her adopted sibling with a bigger grin.

“I don’t think Lemon would be quite as fun if he had like...Apple’s personality though. We’d never see him flail across the floor! And honestly, that thought just doesn’t even seem right! It’s weird to think about.” Pushing one of the watermelon cubes closer to Lychee, Ruby rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Did you know he started attacking my textbook the other day when I was watching him? I was trying to study and the next thing I know! He tears out part of the page about teaching mechanical metallurgy! It was bad! Especially since that’s what my next exam covers!”

@becomestorm & Ruby spend some quality time together ( feat. @draguness )

#becomestorm #draguness #;;Where has the time gone? | Undetermined verse

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tatticstudio55 · 6 years ago

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Starklings and the Snow Queen pt 3

About Gerda’s red shoes (and other tidbits)

Leaving to find her lost friend Kay, Gerda throws her most prized possession, a pair of red shoes, into the river, hoping that, in exchange, the river will either bring her to Kay, or bring Kay back to her. Thus, Gerda goes barefoot for most of her journey.

This isn’t the first time that red shoes appear in a HC Andersen’s story. Essentially, they represent adolescence and sexuality. I didn’t pull that out of my ass. Some fancy analysts said that, though I don’t remember their names. You can google it if you’re curious. Back to the matter: Gerda’s quest to find and save Kay is versed in the thematic of eternal childhood and innocence until the very end. It’s implied that they remained children forever afterward. Gerda obtains the help of Nature by renouncing to whatever “grown up impurities” that might have taken root within her. Or so the story says. Now, what does that have to do with Game of Thrones? In fact, a lot. There’s many Gerda in ASOIAF/GOT. Not all of them will end up the way she did, and all of them are bound to grow up at some point, if they aren’t already (GRR Martin himself said it was a coming-of-age story), but the “Gerda Trope” is there, notably split between the two Stark sisters:

-Arya sometime goes by the nickname “Arya underfoot”

-When Sansa gets her first periods, she tries to conceal it by burning her blood-stained clothes, covers and mattress

In Starklings and the Snow Queen pt 1, I presented Sansa as a “progressive anti-Gerda” of sorts, but after some pondering, realized how much the “Gerda Trope” still imprinted her storyline. Sansa throwing away her “red shoes” only represents the beginning: her whole story arc centers around her return North to reclaim something cherished that was stolen from her, and the concept of “Home” seems tightly interwoven with those of childhood, purity and innocence for Sansa. I must thank the Jonsa for this, actually… because bickering with them made me realize something: there is indeed a sense of longing and melancholia associated with snow in Sansa’s POV, and she did (like Gerda) travel North partly in the hope of finding Jon (Kay); HOWEVER, this isn’t a romantic longing. She’s longing for her lost childhood. (In my opinion.) I discussed this matter further here.

Many elements of Sansa’s storyline mirror those found in Gerda’s: Gerda’s first encounter (after loosing her shoes) is an old witch in an enchanted land of eternal spring and talking flowers, all meant to make Gerda forget about her quest. Sansa’s “enchanted land” is represented by her initial (preconceived) idea of the South, King’s Landing, her “perfect” prince and dreams of being queen, all of which distract her from her home and family in Winterfell. But Gerda eventually break free, and so does Sansa.

The next step for them is the sleeping prince in the shadows, which I talked about in Starklings and the Snow Queen Pt. 2.

Gerda then encounters robbers and cut-throats, among which is a little girl with a knife. The little girl is something of an assassin yet end up saving Gerda’s life and reveal herself helpful. I found that oddly familiar with…

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The next (and last, I believe) encounter for Gerda is with a wise old woman who COULD give her a potion providing the physical strength of ten men. She doesn’t, though, saying that Gerda’s task requires another kind of strength. That one’s quite straightforward with Sansa’s storyline, I suppose.

Gerda then finds Kay (at last), brings him back South, in his grandmother’s home, the story ends, and that’s where we’re left to ponder on the resolution of the Stark sisters’s stories arcs: the little robber girl from the Snow Queen leaves for an unknown journey, to fulfill an unspecific (and probably undetermined) purpose. Ok, that sounds like Arya to me. What about Sansa? She found Kay (Jon) and brought him South of the Wall. Then returned home with him (they reclaimed Winterfell). Then…?

Then that’s where the subversion happens: home isn’t quite the same anymore. There’s no grandmother. (Remember when Arya returns to Winterfell in… was it 7x03 or 7x04? She lists names – Master Luwin, ser Rodrik, all dead. Old Nan? Probably dead too.) Sansa reunites with her sister in a graveyard. Her younger brother has gone beyond recognizable. Her older brother didn’t stay by her side. As I argued in Pt. 1, by season 7, Sansa has taken the metaphorical black: she’s reached her Wall, as well as the end of her story.

Then again, the Wall just crumbled down, so we never know.

#game of thrones #game of thrones meta #Sansa Stark #arya stark

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kohakuhime · 7 years ago

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The Reluctant Guardian, ch. 16

Hi guys! Here I be with another update~! I wanted to take the time and thank those following this story for leaving comments or liking/reblogging - you guys are awesome~! Also, special thanks to @mpuzzlegirl for help with this update!

Disclaimer: this takes place post canon, and this refers to events that take place in an alternate verse. Michael, Carmon, and Isabel belongs to @mpuzzlegirl; Rowen, Sylvie, Ellie and the twins belong to me; and YGO and its associated characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi.

Michael could not help but feel a good degree of satisfaction at the surprise on Dartz’s face when he stepped through the front door, just as the sun started going down. He had clearly not been expecting them to actually have the television up and running when he returned, and yet when Dartz entered the house it was to find Sylvie placidly watching Bambi on what Sora had cheerfully dubbed the “frankenvision”.

“Do I need to worry about fires?” he asked, tipping his head at the haphazard wiring sticking from the back of the television.

“The twins gave it their seal of approval,” said Michael. He saw the skepticism on the man’s face and frowned, feeling defensive of his cousins. “Look, they don’t care if their inventions blow up in their faces, but they won’t endanger anyone else with what they put together.”

“Fair enough.” He looked around and raised an eyebrow. “Where are the rest of you?”

“After Sora and Claire finished the television they got bored. Rowen got them to wash the sheets for our beds, but the dryer’s rubbish and the twins nearly blew it up trying to fix it.” Michael pointed outside to where he could see Rowen directing the twins in stringing up clothes lines and hanging up the sheets.

“Ah.” A pause. “Rowen seems to take charge of them quite frequently.”

“Uncle Valon and Aunt Serenity both had to work once Aunt Serenity was off maternity leave, so Uncle Raph or my dad offered to watch them during the day. By extension Rowen also’s kept an eye on them over the years, so just by default—“

“They listen to him,” Dartz finished, rich amusement in his voice. “I take it he doesn’t realize he has that amount of influence.”

“It wouldn’t occur to him, no. Between that and looking after Sylvie, he just naturally takes over as,” Michael replied.

Dartz did not say anything right away. “Older siblings tend to watch after those smaller and younger than them, don’t they,” he said at last, and it was as if he was addressing more than one person. Michael snuck a look and noticed the faraway look in the man’s eyes.

Sylvie looked over in that moment and jumped. “Oh! Mister Dartz! You’re back!”

Dartz started, coming out of his thoughts to look down at the little girl. “Yes,” he said warily. “I’ve returned.”

“Did you want to watch this movie too? I’m sorry, I can start it over for you!” said Sylvie, rising from her seat.

“No, child, I had only stopped by for a moment. You do not have to restart your movie on my account,” Dartz said, perhaps too quickly.

Sylvie, caught comically in mid-motion, blinked at him. “Are you sure, Mister Dartz?”

“Quite. Please, take your seat.”

Sylvie returned to her seat on the sofa, shooting furtive glances at the man standing by Michael. Dartz did not seem to notice, at least not until he looked down at Michael and said quietly, “Is something wrong with my appearance?”

Michael tried not to smile. “She’s not looking at you, Dartz. She’s looking at your hair.”

“What about it?” Dartz’s hands seemed to twitch once more to his hair.

“She wants to braid it—right, little fey?” Michael added, grinning over at the younger girl when she ducked her head. “Sylvie loves playing with long hair and she’s been eyeing yours since she saw it. Ro’s got really short hair, and Claire’s is too fluffy to really do anything with.”

There was a violent flinch and Dartz’s features went slack, a stricken expression on his face. Sylvie had not seen it, as she had been staring down at her hands when Michael had spoken—perhaps a lucky thing, as the reaction would have worried her.

By the time Sylvie looked up, however, the expression was gone and replaced by another neutral mask. “I see,” said Dartz. There was something in his voice that Michael could not fully identify. “Is that so, Sylvie?”

Sylvie hesitated, and then offered a very shy nod. “Yes sir. I don’t mean to bother, and you can say no, but you have such long hair and I’d love to braid it…oh! But only if it’s okay!” she added hastily.

Dartz eyed her for a long moment, expression unreadable, and then slowly crossed the room to hang up his cloak. Sylvie looked momentarily crestfallen, but her countenance suddenly brightened when Dartz returned to the couch, sitting in the middle beside her. “I only ask that you do not make it hard for me to brush it out later,” he said simply.

Sylvie’s eyes lit up and then she hopped off the couch. “Thank you, Mister Dartz! I have to grab a couple things, and then I’ll be right back!” she announced happily, and before they could stop her Sylvie darted outside.

“That was…unexpected,” Dartz said after a moment’s pause. “Does she normally do that?”

“Sylvie? Not really,” Michael replied, hiding a smile. He was not being entirely truthful, as he had a feeling he knew where Sylvie had gone. “She’ll be back in just a moment, though.”

His smile faded and he sobered. Dartz was alone in the house with him—here was a chance to talk to him sincerely, without worrying about being overheard. “Dartz.”

“You want to know what has been happening beyond this place.” There was not a question in his voice—Dartz had known what had been on Michael’s mind.

“Our families…are they safe?” he asked without any preamble. “Kazuo, Mikomi? Aunt Isabel and Uncle Noa?”

“Safe but restless. They want answers and none are forthcoming. The same could be said for Rowen’s family, and for the twin’s relatives.”

“Do you know who’s doing this?” Michael asked, his voice hardening. “The person who’s behind all of this? The ones who…who killed our parents?”

Dartz did not immediately answer, but his lips thinned and his eyes darkened.

“You do, don’t you?” Michael persisted. His voice rose in spite of himself. “You know who’s doing this!”

“Rowen has already told you what you need to know—“

“No, he’s told me what you want him to know!” Michael burst out. “You know more than what you’re telling us! We aren’t naïve kids, we can handle this too!”

“I am not keen on recruiting any more child soldiers,” Dartz said sternly. “What I know is that you do not need to concern yourself about that information. You are removed from the situation and so this is not your concern.”

“Not my—not my concern?” Michael snarled. “Don’t you dare tell me I have to sit idly by while my parent’s killers walk free!” Dartz started and Michael continued. “Yeah, I figured it out. That was why you were so angry that night, wasn’t it—you found out that these men were the ones killed our parents!”

Dartz remained silent, though his fists clenched.

“What are you doing about them? Why haven’t you gone to our families with that information? You know who my uncles are, you know they could expose him in an instant!”

“He made Seto Kaiba disappear from the public eye with little effort. He was able to almost successfully kidnap you in broad daylight in a crowded place. Those maneuvers are made by someone who has the power to make anything he wants happen.”

“Your point?” Michael spat.

“Do you really believe your family safer if they know who it is after them? Do you think that, knowing the ones responsible for so much tragedy in your lives, they would sit still and allow him free?”

Michael stiffened.

“If he could make Seto Kaiba and Yugi Mutou disappear—both of which are more than well-known in Domino—what makes you think them safer for knowing? If it were me in this man’s position I would squash anyone who gave so much as the slightest inclination of knowing my identity. And believe me, I have been in that position.”

“They could defend themselves better if they knew the name of the man who’s hurt our family so badly!” Michael snarled. “They could find a way to expose him and get justice for our parents, or at least be on guard against him! My uncle is a Kaiba, and while he’s not Uncle Seto he’s equally as formidable!”

“And if they have a weapon that’s greater than your uncle’s technology or his influence? Something that no one can fight on equal terms? Something…magical?” The last word was spoken in great hesitance.

Michael frowned. “Magical? This guy has magic on his side?” he asked. His stomach clenched at the thought. What kind of magic would have Dartz of all people wary? Dartz, who had lived ten thousand years with magic at his disposal, was afraid of whatever this enemy had. Dartz, who had worked with the Orichalcos—

He blanched.

The Orichalcos.

“You understand, then.” Dartz’s eyes held a grim light to them. “If I involve them, I have no way of protecting them. Even as weakened as it is, the magic holds enough potency to still do great damage.”

“It’s supposed to be gone. Aunt Isabel…Mama, Dad…they said it was gone,” Michael whispered.

“It is not. What do you think I have been doing all these years in the aftermath of my defeat?” Dartz asked, something old in his voice. “I’ve been tracking down my Orichalcum, bit by bit, and destroying it. Yet somehow, in spite of all precautions I took, this enemy has an undetermined amount of it in his possession.”

“Awful careless of you to let someone get their hands on the stuff, don’t you think?” Michael asked severely.

Dartz did not contradict him. He didn’t get the chance to—the door opened and Sylvie bounded in, arms full of wildflowers. “I’m back again, Mister Dartz! I have some flowers too!” she added brightly.

Dartz stared, his composed mask breaking as he looked at Michael for an explanation.

“Sylvie also likes weaving flowers into braids and making flower crowns,” Michael replied, smiling in spite of himself. He looked to the younger girl and rose to his feet. “Sylvie, I’m gonna go help Rowen outside. We can finish Bambi later—I think you’ll be busy anyways.”

The little girl nodded and skipped over to Dartz, who was watching her warily. Michael wondered why a ten thousand year old king and former cult leader would be so intimidated by a little girl, but he pushed the thought away and stepped outside. Sylvie would be fine by herself, he determined—she would be too preoccupied by Dartz’s hair to remember her shyness.

Sora and Claire were currently in the tree above Rowen, happily swinging through the branches and leaving Rowen on the ground to finish hanging linens. Perfect for the conversation he needed to have—the twins didn’t know about the Orichalcos.

“Oh! Hey Michael!” Rowen looked over as Michael came down the stairs. The smile on his older cousin’s face faded at the expression on the other boy’s face. “Something wrong?”

“A minute?” Michael’s voice was grim. “Alone.”

Rowen nodded, glancing up at the tree before coming forward to meet Michael at the base of the stairs. He listened grimly as Michael relayed in a low voice what Dartz had told him, but he did not look surprised. When Michael finished speaking, the older boy folded his arms and sighed.

“Did he tell you?” Michael said quietly.

“No, but I suspected,” Rowen said flatly. He did not sound particularly pleased at admitting this. “Dartz made a comment a couple days back about having limited magic to shield us, and even as advanced as tech is these days it wouldn’t warrant something like this. Given our family history, there’s really only one magical force that would warrant so many precautions being taken.”

“Rowen—“

“I know. I don’t know what to do about it, though,” Rowen said. “If we were there in person with our families that’s one thing, but we’re in the middle of nowhere and magically trapped in this area. Dartz has some way of leaving here, and it involves the front door. I looked at the frame and the door itself this morning, but there doesn’t seem to be anything magical about it that I’ve seen.”

Michael nodded—he had looked at the door himself before. His eyes narrowed and his fists clenched. “He knows who’s doing this, and he knows they have the Orichalcos. Even if his magic is so limited, he should be able to outthink whoever’s doing this and should even be able to find his missing Orichalcum. Why hasn’t he?”

Rowen shook his head. “I don’t have an answer for that, only a guess, and I suspect it has to do with our remaining family,” he replied. “I will say this, though: whoever it is, they’ve got to be well-funded.”

“You’re thinking someone corporate, or someone wealthy?”

“Probably both, if we’re right. It just comes down to who it could be,” Rowen sighed, hands shifting to rest on his hips. “Dad wasn’t really connected to anyone in that setting outside of your uncle. Any ideas?”

“No. I never paid attention to that sort of thing, although I wish I had now. Even if I did, we can’t get a message out. So…how do you want to play this?” he asked grimly.

There was a whoop from the tree behind them and both boys jumped, turning to face it. There was no distress in that voice, though, and in fact when they turned it was to find Claire perched on a branch high above them. She was laughing at Sora, who seemed to have tumbled out of the tree into a disgraceful heap.

Rowen marginally relaxed, and Michael felt a fraction of the tension ease from his shoulders. It was hard to carry any sort of worry when watching the care-free actions of the twins.

“For now, Michael,” Rowen said quietly, and the red-haired boy looked to him, “for now we keep pressuring Dartz as much as we can. He’s the only one who can give or ask for help at this point.”

He paused. “We’ll also have to start looking to find a way home. We’ve been here and idle long enough. When he leaves tomorrow…we’ll have to try and get into his study again.”

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Rowen had not been certain what he would find when he stepped back into the house. He had definitely not been expecting to see Dartz sitting on the floor in front of the couch, with Sylvie happily weaving flowers into his hair and braiding as she talked. Michael had only left her alone for ten minutes or so, but he had not expected Sylvie to have braided as quickly as she had—nearly a quarter of his long hair had been plaited

“What’s your favorite Disney movie, Mister Dartz?” she had asked as Rowen came in.

“I do not particularly have one,” he replied evenly, eyes fixed ahead. When Sylvie’s hands paused, he added, “I did find their animated version of Atlantis rather…interesting, to say the least.”

“I haven’t seen that one,” said Sylvie, face scrunching into a frown.

“Perhaps your brother might have, or at least know where to procure a copy.”

Sylvie paused again. “What does ‘procure’ mean?”

“To obtain, or to acquire an object.” Dartz did not turn around, his voice rich with amusement when he sensed rather than saw Sylvie’s confusion. “It means he can get a hold of it.”

“Ohhh,” Sylvie said, expression brightening. “You use a lot of big words, Mister Dartz.”

“My vocabulary is quite extensive, yes,” he replied mildly. “And ‘extensive’ means I have a lot of fancy words at my dispo—to use.”

Rowen couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “You always talk so formally, even with kids?” he asked aloud.

Dartz slightly turned his head, his eyes shifting over to Rowen. He couldn’t move his head, as Sylvie was currently braiding, but there was a distinctly amused curve to his lips. “Me talk very fancy, yes,” he said, and this time Rowen let out a startled bark of laughter. Sylvie giggled, hands momentarily stilling.

“Hey, you tosser!” Claire called over the top of the pile of laundry in her arms, a note of genuine affection in her voice. She shifted the bedsheets over to a free arm and gestured grandly to the television. Sora was behind her, grinning just as broadly as his sister. “We got it runnin’!”

“I noticed,” Dartz said. He sounded impressed. “Very well done, you two.”

Michael, who had been behind the twins, moved over to the sofa and sat down where he had been before. Dartz’s eyes flickered, gaze moving between Michael’s too calm features and Rowen’s expectant gaze, and then he fixed his attention forward. Rowen moved out of the doorway and into the kitchen, deciding now was as good a time as any to start dinner

For a moment Rowen wondered if Dartz was truly watching the movie, and then the man cleared his throat. “Aside from getting the television to work and laundry, what else have you been up to?”

Michael’s disbelief had to have mirrored Rowen’s. His older cousin was not so subtly listening to the conversation. Was Dartz…was he serious? “Not much,” Michael said at last. He thought about it, and added a pointed, “We don’t have anything to really do around here.”

“Ah.”

A long, awkward pause followed. Sylvie continued to work on Dartz’s hair, not noticing the tension around her. Dartz’s hands twitched in what looked like a drumming motion, but paused when Michael looked at him. At length, Dartz sighed. “I never did fully master small talk.”

“Not even as a businessman? Isn’t that a crucial skill to have?”

“When modern day conversation consists of constant complaining about the stupidest of things, you tend to tune out the majority of conversations in that setting.” Dartz rose to his feet, reaching up into his sleeve.

Michael could not stop the snort of laughter from escaping. “Do you really keep stuff up your sleeve?”

“It’s convenient and certainly stops me from carrying a utility belt. Not much of a fan of belts,” said Dartz, sounding prim.

“Of course you aren’t. There’s a fun thing called ‘pockets’. You ever hear about them?”

“A pouch sewn into an opening on clothing whose European debut was in the thirteenth century. Practical and functional, but I do not particularly like them in my robes,” Dartz replied absently. He straightened in place, holding up a plastic bag. He did not turn around as he said, “I believe there was a movie you wished to see?”

Michael froze, recognizing the bag in the other man’s hand. He could hardly breathe as he reached for it though there was a tremor in his hands as he took it from Dartz. “You…how did you…?”

Dartz rose to his feet, startling Sylvie. He moved towards the kitchen, ignoring Sora’s snickers at his unfinished braided hair. “I believe there is a promise you made not so long ago,” he said to a very startled Sora. He looked over at Rowen and moved over to the stove top. “I will make dinner tonight. You have a movie to watch.”

Sora leaned over the top of the couch to peer at the movie that Michael had pulled out from the bag. “Dear Santa, I Can Explain? Oh wait, Mikey, is that the movie you wanted to see?”

“Yes,” said Michael, his voice soft and reverent.

Claire and Sora exchanged quick glances and then disappeared upstairs to put away the bedsheets. They returned within seconds, simultaneously leaping over the back of the sofa to sit on either side of their cousin.

Rowen took a quick moment to explain what he had been planning for dinner; he initially tried to remain behind to help, but Dartz firmly steered him out of the kitchen. “I know how to cook,” he said, sounding exasperated. “I do not require your assistance to make chicken.”

Michael had been wondering how to best break Sylvie away from her movie, as it was one of her favorites, but to his surprise the little girl had already taken out Bambi and was putting it away when he looked over. “Oh, Sylvie, you didn’t have to—“

“It’s okay,” Sylvie said cheerfully as Michael came over with the movie. “I can finish it later.”

Rowen ruffled her hair affectionately and then sat down; Sylvie hopped into the spot next to her older brother. Michael put the movie in and reclaimed his spot between the twins. There was a nervous flutter in his stomach. He’d seen his mother’s movies before, but somehow this movie felt different. His father was in this movie—he had not heard or seen his father, not since That Day, and he found himself almost impatient for the movie to start.

The premise was simple: a singer who was returning to her hometown for inspiration had found that her normally festive town had lost its Christmas spirit, and it was up to her (along with what the cover described as “Christmas magic”) to bring it back. That was his mother’s role, and as the movie started and she appeared on screen Michael’s heart ached. Mama had been younger then, but no less recognizable.

“That’s Auntie Carmon?” Claire asked, staring round eyed at the screen. “She’s so pretty! She always has been, mind, but still!”

“I agree,” Michael said, starting to smile fondly. Her smile was contagious and bright and he could not help himself. His mother had just arrived in the town, and Michael found himself scanning the crowd for his father. He knew his dad was in this movie, but just where—

He blinked, rubbing his eyes, and then he reached over for Rowen to sharply jab him. “Ro, big guy in the background, by the bookshop. The one with the brown hair.”

Rowen frowned, eyes traveling the screen until he found the person Michael had been gesturing to. “Yeah? What about him?”

Sora had seen what Michael had as well, though, and he let out a delighted yell. “It’s Uncle Raph!”

“What?” Rowen started and leaned forward, heart momentarily stopping.

In the kitchen, Dartz dried his hands and came back over to the sofa. “That can’t be right,” Dartz said quietly. He slowly sat down in the armchair, something unreadable on his features. “He didn’t like the spotlight and wouldn’t appear in a movie.”

Even as Dartz spoke said it, though, Rowen had recognized his father. In spite of the wig there was no mistaking the jawline, the physique, or his father’s eyes. Sylvie’s eyes lit up and she clapped her hands. “Papan! Rowen, it is Papan!”

“You’re right, lamb,” Rowen said, a huge smile spreading across his features. Rowen felt something in his chest loosen and his eyes softened. “I had no idea he even did this.”

Rowen’s father was not the only one of the surprise cast members. Moments later, a high school friend greeted his mother’s character and this time it was plainly evident who it was. Rowen’s eyes were overbright even as he smiled, and Sylvie’s voice was filled with joy as she cried out, “Mama!”

Michael straightened, eyes wide. Aunt Ellie had been in this too? How had he not known? There had been no mention of this on any of the forums he had looked through while trying to find a copy of the movie. It was an unexpected but ever so lovely surprise.

The scene shifted from Carmon arriving into town to a different location in the town. It was a Santa’s Workshop building that looked like it had closed down (probably playing into the plot), and stepping out of it in full elf costume regalia—

“DAD!” Sora crowed, a fist pumping the air as Claire squealed in joy. “RO LOOKIT, IT’S DAD!”

“Only Valon could look right at home in such an obnoxious costume and manage to not look downright ridiculous,” Dartz said, a note of exasperated affection in his voice.

Uncle Valon was carrying something in his hands, what looked to be a marble bag of some kind, and after a moment he bumped into the twin’s easily recognizable mother (”MAA! IT’S MA!” came the deafening roar). The bag fell onto the sidewalk just as his mother’s car pulled into the spot next to it. Ah—so that was what it meant by “Christmas magic”, thought Michael with a grin.

And it wasn’t even just Rowen’s parents or the twin’s family who were making appearances. A couple in the diner was easily recognized as Aunt Isabel and Uncle Noa. There, in a corner of a bookshop, was the twin’s Uncle Joey and Aunt Mai. And at last—at last—

“Dad,” Michael said, his voice soft as his smile grew.

His father was leaning on the counter, watching his mother move through the bookshop. The wig did little to disguise his father’s appearance. He was relaxed, smirking over at his mother when she looked over. “Truth really is stranger than fiction,” his father quipped. “Welcome back.”

Sora and Claire let out identical crows of laughter, and Michael found his vision starting to blur as he smiled. He didn’t care if the movie turned out to be cheesy or the plot overdone or whatever criticism some stuck up critic wanted to level at it—having his parents and his family in this movie made it all worthwhile.

Hi Dad.

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sasslightertm-a · 7 years ago

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VERSES

Here are all of the universes I play Chris in. If you want a thread set in a particular verse, let me know. If you don't see a verse that works for your muse, I'm always happy to make a closed verse for our muses.

Threads within a verse are on their own timeline or sub-verse, especially multiple threads with one partner in a specific verse (since they tend to build their own continuity).

MISC.

v: TEENAGE WASTELAND ( Teen. )

Gen. verse for all the threads in any verse where Chris is a teenager. FC: Dylan Sprayberry

Tag: #v: Teenage Wasteland ( Teen )

v: UNDETERMINED

All threads with an undetermined verse go here.

Tag: #v: Undetermined

CANON/MAIN

v: BACK IN TIME ( Main / Season 6. )

Follows the canon storyline for season six, picking up after Chris has established himself as the Charmed Ones' Whitelighter and (reluctantly) helped them rescue Leo from Valhalla.

Note: I play Chris as if the Charmed Ones and Leo are still unaware of his true identity.

Tag: #v: Back in Time ( Main )

Subverse: SEE THESE EYES SO GREEN ( Werepanther!Chris )

v: IF I CAN’T SAVE YOU, I SWEAR I’LL STOP YOU ( Unchanged Future. )

Chris’s older brother Wyatt has turned evil and taken over both the magical and mortal communities (the Twice-Blessed Child is now akin to the Source of All Evil). Chris is secretly trying to come up with a plan to save Wyatt all while trying to survive.

Tag: #v: If I Can’t Save You I Swear I’ll Stop You ( Unchanged Future )

v: CHARMED LEGACY ( Changed Future. )

Chris grew up battling demons and other forces of evil alongside his older brother Wyatt, younger sister Melinda, and his assorted cousins, carrying on the Charmed Ones’ legacy once Piper, Phoebe, and Paige “retired” from magical work.

Although he doesn't serve as a Whitelighter, Chris will often take it upon himself to help out new witches who are just growing into their powers.

Tag: #v: Charmed Legacy ( Changed Future )

CANON AU

v: HE’S FALLEN FROM GRACE TILL THE END OF ALL HIS DAYS ( Evil!Chris / Mirror Universe. )

Chris is a Darklighter-witch and serves as an assassin, taking out witches, Whitelighters, and demons. He cannot heal; instead, he has the ability to kill his victims with a touch.

Tag: #v: He’s Fallen From Grace Till the End of All His Days ( Evil!Chris )

v: ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE ( “Morality Bites” timeline. )

Magic was exposed in 2009 when Phoebe Halliwell used her powers to kill Cal Greene. While a local D.A. Nathaniel Pratt began a modern-day witch hunt as a platform for political office, many witches went further underground. Others decided they'd had enough of hiding and it was time to fight back.

Chris has gone into hiding, only using his magic when it's strictly necessary.

Tag: #v: All Hell Breaks Loose ( Morality Bites AU )

v: STUDENTLIGHTER ( College AU. )

Chris is attending college at UCLA (University of California, Los Angeles) for their nursing program. As such, he is a School of Nursing student (going for a Bachelor of Science as an undergrad and a Masters Entry Clinical Nurse for his masters/graduate). He's also working his way through school with a part-time job at a strip club. However, studies tend to become rather difficult when magical hijinks keep ensuing.

Tag: #v: Studentlighter ( College )

v: BLOOD WITCH ( SWEEP series AU. )

Chris Halliwell is the second-born child to Piper and Leo Halliwell, and the latest in the Warren line—a powerful line of hereditary "blood witches". Chris is half-Woodbane through his mother (one of the Seven Great Clans)—and while he's not as powerful as his mother, aunts, or his older brother, he is very knowledgeable about the Craft and is very skilled with his own magick.

Tag: #v: Blood Witch ( Sweep series AU )

CROSSOVER

v: SAVING PEOPLE, HUNTING THINGS ( Supernatural. )

After a spell gone awry in an attempt to escape Wyatt’s forces, Chris has found himself in an entirely different universe. He still has his witchlighter powers and has (eventually) found himself working alongside Dean and Sam Winchester and the angel Castiel.

Tag: #v: Saving People Hunting Things ( Spn )

v: I’M FIGHTING THIS WAR SINCE THE DAY OF THE FALL ( Freeform’s Shadowhunters. )

Chris has moved to New York City partly to get away from Wyatt and Leo, partly to investigate the increase in demonic activity. While there he encounters the Shadowhunters, the Institute, learns about the war with Valentine; and does whatever he can to help: hunt demons, protect Downworlders, make sure Valentine doesn't succeed in obtaining the rest of the Mortal Instruments, keep news of his location hidden from his older brother... And he has to try not to seriously injure anyone who refers to him as a warlock.

Note: Have watched up to s2e14 in TV canon.

Tag: #v: I’m Fighting This War Since the Day of the Fall ( Shadowhunters )

v: I DON’T CARE IF HEAVEN WON’T TAKE ME BACK ( The Mortal Instruments. )

Chris has time-traveled back to 2007 on orders from the Elders. His mission: watch over a certain group of Nephilim from the New York Institute and do whatever he can to guide and help in the Mortal War. After Valentine is killed by Raziel, Chris shifts his focus to fighting against Jonathan Morgenstern (aka Sebastian) in the Dark War alongside the Shadowhunters and Downworlders.

Note: Have read up to City of Fallen Angels in main series, The Bane Chronicles, and Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy.

Tag: #v: I Don’t Care if Heaven Won’t Take Me Back ( The Mortal Instruments )

v: INSANITY IS ALL AROUND US ( MTV’s Teen Wolf. )

Piper decided to move the boys to Beacon Hills, California, when Chris was just about to start sophomore year at his old high school. It's not long before the teenage witchlighter realizes there's something supernatural about Beacon Hills and winds up getting himself involved in the drama between bitten Beta werewolf Scott McCall and his pack, werewolf hunters, and other hijinks.

Note: Chris' default age for this verse will be 16+. It will primarily follow season 1 & 2 of Teen Wolf, but I can easily jump around in the series' timeline.

Tag: #v: Insanity Is All Around Us ( Teen Wolf )

CLOSED

v: Southern Style Black Magic ( lovelycajunnurse. )

Magical Roma aren't supposed to have Whitelighters, but Chris was never really one for following the Elders' rules. His most recent charge is Bailey Thibodeaux, a Roma that lives in Florida (and who is originally from Louisiana).

Tag: #v: Southern Style Black Magic

v: Dual War ( naturalblcnde. )

It started after San Francisco fell and the SF Institute fell with it. That’s when the Clave began to accept that Wyatt Halliwell was indeed a threat, not just to the witches sequestered in that area. When they tried to resettle in New York, Wyatt attacked them too.

It was then the Clave and the few leaders the witches had came to an agreement. Teams of witches and Shadowhunters in equal measure were formed, fighting the hordes of relentless evil even as they were cut down. Witches took Shadowhunter runes, Shadowhunters made witches potions and helped to make one that activated , both learning to utilize and share their respective skills. Teams became family, witch and Shadowhunter bloodlines mixing and forming a new type of warrior.

Chris Halliwell has been partnered with Jace Wayland, a Shadowhunter and the team leader. Unbeknownst to the Clave, they've come up with a way to prevent this war from ever happening: Chris travels back in time to save his older brother.

Everything goes downhill after that.

Tag: #v: Dual War ( naturalblcnde )

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mylifeisassholes-blog · 7 years ago

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Who Killed Markiplier

Hey! I just finished Mark’s four part series and I’m super frickin zazzed, man! The ending was so fucking unexpected. My head actually hurts because my mind was so blown. I’d like to share my thoughts and theory on what happened, but first off, I gotta give credit where it’s due.

@markiplier has become such an astounding actor, and I’m so glad YouTube gives him a platform to put himself out there. Tyler was amazing as well- his accent was totally on point. I loved... everyone. It was if I truly was there in Markiplier Manor.

Editing, music, and sound effects were also impressive. Applause to all of the Markiplier Team for putting on such an incredible and theatrical show. Costumes were also suited to each character I thought. I want to know how long it took to film everything, too, in all honesty. Days? Weeks? A month?

Okay, I wish I could drabble on and on about how awesome it was, but now, my theory! SPOILER ALERT

Mark held the poker party to gather the Detective’s suspects as to who was sleeping with his wife, Celine, and extorting money from him. While all of the guests were distracted and drunk, the Detective could investigate them and was able to get them to blab.

That leads us to Mark’s death. In the security footage Chef shows us, Mark and the Detective are talking about how the Chef and Butler were innocent. The footage cuts out before anything else can be revealed, but we can assume the Detective found out who the culprit was: the Colonel.

Mark, who had been researching the perfect revenge plan, puts it in action. Step one is to kill himself and make it seem like a murder.

Step two is to take control of Damien’s body by killing him. The question as to how Mark was able to do this is answered by the one who betrayed him: Celine. She is well-versed in the dark arts and more than likely has books or perhaps Mark asked her himself. Nonetheless, he could possess others from his wife’s knowledge. Whether he killed Damien before of after possession is undetermined.

Why Damien’s body? Damien is who the Colonel trusts the most in the house at the time, and Damien could get the reason as to why the Colonel decided to take his money and fuck his wife. That’s why Damien goes off to talk to the Colonel before anyone else.

Step three is to dispose of Mark’s old body. This is why the corpse disappears: Mark (in Damien’s body) moves it before Damien’s spirit can attach to it. The last time you actually see the corpse is before you go off to investigate, around the time that the Colonel and Damien have their argument, giving Mark enough time to get rid of it.

Then Mark just has to bide his time before step four can happen: the murder of Celine.

When she arrives home, the Colonel acts very gentle and protective towards her, much unlike he’s treated everyone else. When Celine wants to perform the seance with you over everyone else, Damien (Mark) becomes defensive and tries to talk her out of it, knowing very well that if she uses her powers he’d be discovered.

After the seance, while you, the Detective, and the Chef go to find the groundskeeper, Mark finds himself alone with Celine. He uses this opportunity to kill her. Her powerful apparition at the end of episode three is her trying to perform the ritual to return to her body, but she isn’t strong enough to do it alone. It’s at this moment where she becomes part of a limbo between death and life with the real Damien.

This activates step five of the plan: the actual revenge on the Colonel. With his lover and best friend gone and his crimes out in the open, he kills- for real this time. He kills the Detective in rage when he exposes his scandals and then you on accident while you attempt to wrestle the gun away.

What is Mark’s revenge? Madness. Theft. He kills, steals if you will, the Colonel’s best friends and then leaves him with unexplained answers, just as the Colonel stole Mark’s wife and money. When you come back unexpectedly, sending the Colonel into even more of a shock... well, that’s just a plus.

The Ending: When you find yourself in the limbo with Damien and Celine, they can’t explain exactly what their plan is or everything that’s happened, but they give enough information to tell you that Damien has been dead for a while and that Mark used dark magic to return to the living world, like Celine did. Both Celine and Damien thirst for revenge on Mark and the awful things he had done. When all three spirits return to your body with the Colonel waiting there, you have control. When you touch Damien’s cane, however, it fuels his anger enough to overpower you and gain control.

Things to add:

When I watched the first video, I knew that somehow or another the fandom would turn Damien and the Colonel into egos. Welp...

The costumes already looked familiar, but I thought that was just fangirl mode kicking in. Turns out my instincts were right

The Colonel says “in my house” during his first fight with the Detective, meaning that Markiplier Manor would most likely go to Celine and the Colonel assumed he and Celine would be married.

#who killed markiplier #markiplier #markiplier egos #egos #markimoo #youtube #youtuber #theory #who killed markiplier theory #Darkiplier #wilford warfstache #darksides #ego #murder #murder mystery

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saintcode-archived-blog · 7 years ago

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VERSE + PEOPLE TAGS ---

time goes by and i’m empty ; am i going by this season alone too? :// main .exe if i were to look back by chance ; i’ll read back on our messages :// afterstory .exe but as time passes ; will i be able to forget it all? :// pregame .exe when i grow up ; things i think will change and everything will follow me :// child .exe flowers wither eventually :// everyone dies .exe all the underdogs in the world ; a day may come where we lose but it is not today :// purge .exe don’t die ; don’t ask ; SCREAM / don’t kneel ; don’t cry ; RAISE YOUR HANDS :// spy .exe :// undetermined .exe

when i meet you ; i’m happy ; you’re my biorhythm :// mc .exe when half of me is gone ; how can i live as one? :// saeran .exe cold exterior but soft hearted :// jumin .exe beauty incarnate ; not even the most beautiful of jewels can compare :// zen .exe strong allegiance and morality ; hard-working amongst all :// jaehee .exe grief has forsaken those bright eyes ; mourning thru a foreign realm :// yoosung.exe a snake hidden in sheep’s clothing :// rika .exe your eyes are empty of their previous starry skies :// jihyun .exe

#time goes by and i’m empty ; am i going by this season alone too? :// main .exe #if i were to look back by chance ; i’ll read back on our messages :// afterstory .exe #but as time passes ; will i be able to forget it all? :// pregame .exe #when i grow up ; things i think will change and everything will follow me :// child .exe #flowers wither eventually :// everyone dies .exe #all the underdogs in the world ; a day may come where we lose but it is not today :// purge .exe #don’t die ; don’t ask ; SCREAM / don’t kneel ; don’t cry ; RAISE YOUR HANDS :// spy .exe #:// undetermined .exe #when i meet you ; i’m happy ; you’re my biorhythm :// mc .exe #when half of me is gone ; how can i live as one? :// saeran .exe #cold exterior but soft hearted :// jumin .exe #beauty incarnate ; not even the most beautiful of jewels can compare :// zen .exe #strong allegiance and morality ; hard-working amongst all :// jaehee .exe #grief has forsaken those bright eyes ; mourning thru a foreign realm :// yoosung.exe #a snake hidden in sheep’s clothing :// rika .exe #your eyes are empty of their previous starry skies :// jihyun .exe

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blackkudos · 8 years ago

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Bobbi Kristina Brown

Bobbi Kristina Brown (March 4, 1993 – July 26, 2015) was an American reality television and media personality, singer, and actress. She was the daughter of singers Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston. Her parents' fame kept Bobbi Kristina in the public eye, including her appearances on the reality show Being Bobby Brown. Brown was 14 when her parents divorced and Houston gained custody. When Houston died in February 2012, Brown was named as the sole beneficiary of her mother's estate.

That October, Brown caused controversy within both of her parents' families when she announced her engagement to Nick Gordon, a man she previously considered her "big brother". When the couple announced they were married, her father's lawyer released a statement disputing the report.

Brown was found unresponsive in a bathtub in late January 2015. She was kept in a medically induced coma for several months; she died in hospice care on July 26, 2015, at the age of 22.

Early life

Bobbi Kristina "Krissy" Brown was born on March 4, 1993, in Livingston, New Jersey, to singers Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown. Brown's family includes maternal grandmother Cissy Houston of The Drinkard Singers. Her mother's cousins are Dee Dee Warwick; Dionne Warwick, mother of Damon Elliott; and Leontyne Price. Her uncle is Gary Garland, her mother's half-brother. Through her father, Brown had five half-siblings: Landon, La'Princia, Robert "Bobby" Jr., Cassius, and Bodhi. Her godmother is gospel singer CeCe Winans.

Brown's childhood was characterized by the media as difficult because of her parents' drug problems, the presence of paparazzi, and domestic violence issues. She was brought into the spotlight at age one in 1994, when her mother accepted an American Music Award while holding her onstage, and Brown's childhood remained public because of her parents' fame. Her vocals were featured in her mother's 1998 song, "My Love Is Your Love," for her album of the same title. When her mother brought her to the recording studio and held her up to the microphone, she said "Sing, mommy.", which can be heard during the first verse of the song. She can also be heard saying "Clap your hands!" at the end of the track. Brown was featured in her mother's 2003 Christmas album titled One Wish: The Holiday Album in her mother's version of "The Little Drummer Boy". When Brown's parents divorced in 2007, her mother was awarded custody, though her father still had visitation rights.

Adult life

Brown's mother died in a hotel bathtub in 2012, from what was later ruled an accidental drowning with heart disease and cocaine use listed as contributing factors. Brown was described as "inconsolable" and a few days later was admitted to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles because of what a family friend described as Brown being "overwhelmed". The month after Whitney Houston's death, in March 2012, Brown said that she felt her mother's spirit, and Brown expressed her intent to carry on her mother's legacy by doing the "singing thing," along with starting a career as an actor and dancer.

In accordance with her mother's will, Brown was the beneficiary of Houston's entire estate including clothing, jewelry, cars, personal effects, and furniture. The will also provided for Brown to receive trust fund payments in installments until she reached age 30, after which time she was to receive the remainder of Houston's $115-million estate.

After her mother's death, Brown was taken care of by Gary Garland and his wife, Pat Houston, her uncle and aunt.

In October 2012, Brown announced her engagement to Nick Gordon, a close family friend who had come to live in the Houston household when he was 12 years old. The announcement caused controversy within the family; before making their romantic involvement known, Brown had referred to Gordon as her "big brudder". Brown's grandmother, Cissy Houston, had called the relationship "incestuous" when they were initially dating; however, Brown said the couple received her grandmother's blessing prior to their engagement. In early 2014, Brown and Gordon announced they had married on January 9 of that year. Bobby Brown's lawyer said in a statement in early 2015, "Bobbi Kristina is not and has never been married to Nick Gordon".

Brown was critical of director Angela Bassett after learning she had not been cast as her mother in the Lifetime biographical movie Whitney based on Houston's life. In response, Bassett stated that she did not cast Brown "for a number of reasons...she's not an actress, and acting is a craft." Brown later apologized to Bassett on Twitter after generating controversy amongst fans.

Throughout her teenage and adult years, Brown was the focus of tabloid and gossip column speculation, including stories about her purported drug use, her weight loss, and her relationships with family members.

Coma and death

On January 31, 2015, Gordon and a friend found Brown face down in a bathtub in her Alpharetta, Georgia home. Gordon began CPR until emergency medical services personnel arrived. According to a police spokeswoman, Brown was alive and breathing after being transported to North Fulton Hospital in Roswell, Georgia. She further stated they found no evidence to indicate the incident was caused by drugs or alcohol. Doctors placed Brown in a medically induced coma after determining her brain function was "significantly diminished", and her family was told any meaningful recovery would be "a miracle".

On February 2, Brown was moved to Emory University Hospital, where she remained in a coma and on a medical ventilator. Her family said Brown had briefly opened her eyes, but a medical expert commented, "Blinking her eyes doesn't mean she's out of the woods."

Despite media reports stating Brown was brain dead and had been taken off life support, her family denied the claims on February 5, after having asked for privacy earlier in the week. In late February, she was briefly taken out of the coma, but the coma was reinduced after she suffered seizures.

During a radio interview on March 25, 2015, Brown's grandmother, Cissy Houston said Brown's condition remained the same and that there was "still not a great deal of hope. We're praying." Brown was moved to an Atlanta rehabilitation facility in March 2015. After Bobby Brown told concert-goers in April that his daughter was "awake", Cissy Houston released a statement saying her granddaughter was no longer in a medically induced coma, but remained unresponsive. Doctors said Brown had "global and irreversible brain damage".

In June 2015, Bobby Brown arranged to have his daughter flown to Chicago to be seen by specialists, only to be told that nothing could be done. She was flown back to Atlanta, and moved to Peachtree Christian Hospice in Duluth, Georgia, on June 24. Her aunt, Pat Houston, subsequently stated that Bobbi Kristina's condition had continued to deteriorate.

Brown died in hospice care on July 26, 2015, at the age of 22. The initial autopsy found no "obvious underlying cause of death and no significant injuries were noted", and the Fulton County Medical Examiner's office said more tests were forthcoming. A statement released by the family thanked "everyone for their tremendous amount of love and support during these last few months." Several prominent celebrities offered their condolences, including Chris Brown, Oprah Winfrey, and Whitney Houston protegées Brandy and Monica. Funeral services were held August 1, 2015, at St. James United Methodist Church in Alpharetta, Georgia. Brown was buried two days later next to her mother at Fairview Cemetery in Westfield, New Jersey.

Autopsy report

The Fulton County Medical Examiner's office announced on September 25, 2015, that it had "classified the cause and manner of Bobbi Kristina Brown’s death", while citing a Superior Court order that prevented the office from releasing any details to the public. The findings were provided to the Fulton County District Attorney and to Roswell Police.

On March 3, 2016, Fulton County Circuit Court Judge Henry Newkirk granted a motion, requested by local media, to unseal the autopsy report on Brown's death. In doing so, the judge noted that "13 months have gone by, and I don't think there is any thing particularly earth shattering in the report. ... Privacy interest does not exist to the deceased."

The Medical Examiner's office stated they would release the report upon official receipt of the granted motion, and gave an initial statement on March 3, 2016. The office indicated that it used both medical records and police investigative files to arrive at a determination.

- As to the cause of death, the Medical Examiner said that cannabis and alcohol were found in the body, along with a prescription medication used for anxiety and/or sedation. It cited the "underlying cause" of death as "immersion associated with drug intoxication". - However, the manner of death could not be ascertained. The summary statement read, "Death was clearly not due to natural causes, but the medical examiner has not been able to determine whether death was due to intentional or accidental causes, and has therefore classified the manner of death as undetermined."

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