#[i should note I didn’t want to make anyone witch of the wastes for a hot minute there bc. she’s supposed to be. leagues older than howl]

[luuxxart]

so I might have gone a little insane about howl’s moving castle yesterday

[au infographic under the cut!!]

[the-owl-house-takes]

Okay I’m gonna go on a big long rant about why Huntlow pisses me off so much. Honestly, Mod Willow, you don’t even have to post this if you don’t want to cuz I don’t wanna start more discourse, I just need to vent. Please note this is gonna be pretty messy just cuz I have a lot to say.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I DO NOT SEE THE APPEAL OF THIS SHIP!! They have no chemistry on screen. It feels like watching two people be nice to each other out of politeness rather than out of actually enjoying the others company. It’s especially noticeably because Willow is naturally super affectionate/friendly, but all her interactions with Hunter feel super forced.

And don’t even get me started on the shippers. Too many of the shippers act like just cuz it’s canon, it means you HAVE to like it. When are people gonna learn that just because something is canon, doesn’t mean it’s good or well written?? The fan content might honestly be the worst part of it. 70% of Huntlow shippers, from what I’ve seen, don’t care about Willow at all. They just turn her into Hunter’s therapist or boil her down to “buff girlfriend” and it’s infuriating. It’s like they black out whenever Hunter isn’t on screen. And they even get him wrong too. So much Huntlow stuff turns Hunter is a “poor twaumatized wittle baby 🥺” and infantalize him, even though he is one of the strongest main characters there!! Yes, he is traumatized. But trauma doesn’t turn you into a helpless infant. There’s so much you could do to explore that in an interesting way, but I guess that’s too much work so let’s just infantilize him!!!!!

And the writing for it is a mess. “Of course it’s gonna be rushed/messy, the shortened season-“ THAT MAKES IT WORSE!!! They knew they had extremely limited time to finish the season, and they still wasted time on this stupid ship. The whole plot comes to a screeching halt just so they can focus on Hunter and Willow standing next to each other. For the Future is the worst example of this. That scene where Willow has her breakdown is awful and the writers should be embarrassed of it. Hunter is the worst person in the main cast to comfort her there. Literally anyone else would’ve been better. It could’ve been Amity, to finally give closure to their relationship and show that they’ve fully moved on from Amity’s past behavior (especially since Amity was one of the main people to make Willow feel like she was half-a-witch), or Gus, who also has magic-related breakdowns and was taught a coping mechanism for the BY WILLOW!! Or Luz, to show that, yes, they are indeed still friends, because I honestly forgot they were supposed to be best friends by then. They’ve had so few direct interactions for the past season and a half, it felt like they were strangers. But nooooo, it HAD to be Hunter. They literally had to keep Gus back with giant vines to keep it a huntlow moment (which is just another example of how Gus has been screwed by this series). Also, Hunter experienced one of the most horrific things to ever happen to him and lost his first friend mere hours ago, why are we already trying to push him into a relationship?? I’m not saying that traumatized people can’t be in relationships, that’s stupid. But I am saying that he needs some time to actually process what’s happened before immediately getting out into romantic scenes again. It just feels really gross.

The ship also just completely uprooted any and all of Willow’s development. Anytime she has a major moment in the series now HAS to be related to Hunter. It turned her from a character with a lot of cool potential development that seemed to actually be getting explored in season 2, into just Hunter’s Girlfriend. And I know this is a problem with Willow specifically because Hunter gets plenty of outstanding moments outside of this ship after it begins to be established. It feels like they didn’t know what else to do with her, so they just attached her to the closest male character.

And it’s just so amanormative/heteronormative. Note, this is not me calling it a straight ship, because it’s not. I know Willow is pan and Hunter is bi. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be heteronormative. Seriously, any and all moments of them even standing next to each other were taken by the fandom as “proof” it was gonna be canon. As I said before, Willow is super affectionate naturally. She loves her friends and isn’t afraid to show it. But when she does basic friend things with Hunter? They’re in love!! It’s obvious!! /sarc

Willow saves hunter from a deadly 200ft drop? True love. Willow doesn’t want to pummel hunter (or who she thinks is Hunter) to death with a giant vine? I hear wedding bells! Willow is distraught at the fact that her friend just tried to drown himself in a lake and is sad that he’s slowly dying? Could they be anymore obvious with how it’s canon?! Ignore the fact that literally everyone else there is also sad, it’s a huntlow moment!! And that hand holding scene in FTF…… literally so cringe inducing. Willow was holding hands with and celebrating with Amity five seconds ago, but now that she’s slightly touching Hunter’s hand? Canon! Undeniably canon! I can’t believe that made the cut into the final episode. It felt like watching a shitty fanfic written by a ten year old. They wasted precious time that could’ve been used to further the plot of the actual show.

I hate that you can’t go three feet into the owl house tag without seeing it, even if you block ten million tags relating to it. I’ve got ten different huntlow tags blocked and I still see it whenever I go into the tags. It’s infuriating. Just because it’s canon, doesn’t mean you don’t have to tag it anymore.

And back to the shippers, why do some of them just start throwing a tantrum every time they find out you don’t ship it? I’ve criticized the ship a little bit on my blog. Every time I do, I make sure to tag it so huntlow shippers specifically can avoid my posts, and encourage them to block me so they never have to see me ever again. And even with all that, anytime I criticize the ship even a little bit, I get an onslaught of huntlow shippers crying in my inbox/notes about how I’m missing the point, or just don’t get it, or how I should just block the tag. I do block the tag!! That is the first thing I did when I saw the ship was getting more popular!! Why don’t they take their own advice and block me? And they’re so condescending about it too. You don’t see me going onto anti-lumity or anti-raeda blogs and telling them how it’s their fault I disagree with them. Honestly, grow up.

Okay that’s all. Again, you don’t have to post this if you don’t wanna mod Willow. I just needed to rant.

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[colorfuldreamsmkg]

Cicatriz ESP | Suzie | 1-2 | RE: Witch, Ozzy, Lau Fei | ATTN: Crimson

Suzie shut her eyes, thinking to herself. Crossing her arms and tapping her elbow. Doing some quick maths in her head. She wanted to be precise to help Witch out.

”Quarter after nine. Then you left a bit after 9:30.”

That was sufficient.

“I saw Cecilie and Takuma chatting in the cafeteria too. Showing each other pictures on their phones. Around nine.” 

She’d heard what they were talking about, but opted to leave that out unless challenged on this. Private conversation and all, and she didn’t need to explain the full details to corroborate that she was there.

Dahlia was dead. Someone was a killer. Someone here. She wasn’t going to waste time getting emotional or dramatic about it. This was simply another job to do.

“What Ozzy says tracks, so we should work on a timeline. The killer spawns back in the store at about 9:16. If they were just bloody from killing Dahlia, I doubt they’d leave that type of trail. So they potentially took some time to patch up. I wasn’t keeping track of how much first-aid we had though, so maybe that was just out from some prior incident.”

Lord knew there were enough of those. She was keeping herself relaxed and calm, but couldn’t completely stop the exhaustion from slipping in as she alluded to the people who got attacked during the motive.

This place is a freakshow. Did none of these people know how to control themselves?

“They go to the bathroom and clean themselves off. And swing by the laundry room to drop off some clothes. Not necessarily in that order.” She frowned, pinching her brow. “Unless anyone saw those in there before any of this shit went down, it’d make sense for them to be put in after. Crimson, sorry to bug you about it, just wanna be sure. They weren’t there when you put your laundry in?”

If that was the case, then they were just barking up the wrong tree. She wanted to be sure before either considering it or discarding it entirely.

"But we're looking for someone whose whereabouts fit that rough chain of events from around a quarter after nine to the time the body appeared. It the pajamas were theirs, they probably slipped into their SEKAI to change clothes at some point too."

“As another note, I’m still convinced the glitter on Dahlia’s hands matters. Working theory - she tried to fight off her killer, shove them away or something, and some they had some glitter on them that got on her hands along with the blood. The fear cube can make people especially volatile, or prone to lashing out, and Dahlia…”

She recalled the Evil Shadow Monster Crisis and Dahlia’s handling of that. Running away seemed to be a likely tactic.

“... Yeah. I’m almost certain that’s what happened. Shove her killer to try and get away from them. I saw her in a crisis back in our SEKAI before, and she was the type to get the hell out of dodge as soon as possible.”

[skvaderarts]

Petrichor Chapter 64: Rallying

Chapter 64: Rallying

Note: So it’s 2024. What the hell? 2018 was HOW MANY YEARS AGO?! Um, so anyway…

(-~-)

Making her way down the stairs to the teleportation door that led back to the main lobby, Aluta was flanked by Flora and Willow, the two of them just as curious as to what was going on as she was. The last thing that Willow had expected was to find Flora in the tower with the witch in black, and the last thing that Aluta had expected was to be called upon. But as they rounded the corner and reached the central staircase that stood in the middle of the manor’s entryway, they were greeted by a figure in a dark suit with a business-like but somehow still pleasant demeanor. It was the young man who had been there a few days ago. Now if only she could recall his name…

“Greetings. I am Kayro, an Adjudicator. My apologies for calling upon you unannounced.” He bowed politely, fully aware of the fact that he stood within the grounds of an ancient and powerful family. That seemed to be the case more often than not these days. He had nothing but respect for them. He only hoped he wasn't being impolite.

“You're Sirrus’s friend from work.” It was less of a question and more of a general statement. She'd seen him before, of course. He'd been at the house a few days ago, after all. And she was quite observant. The bigger question was what he was doing here now. Sirrus wasn't even in town at the moment. Was Kayro here looking for him? She didn't possess the mental energy required at the moment to give it more thought than that, even if she'd like to. But she got the impression that she was going to find out shortly either way. He didn’t seem like the sort to waste time.

“I am, yes.” He adjusted the collar of his shirt, regarding her politely as he checked a piece of paper that he was holding in his hand. It didn't appear to be a warrant or anything of the sort, especially since Adjudicators didn't exactly enforce those in the first place, but perhaps it was a checklist? “Just taking care of something before I take a little time off. Have you been well?”

She gave him a nebulous look that didn't exactly answer the question, the look on her face made it clear that she had been… fine. Not good or bad, but just alright. As okay as she could be, all things considered. He didn't pry any further, quickly realizing that they were probably both quite busy. Instead, he double-checked the list for a final time before nodding to himself in confirmation. He then turned his attention back to her, obviously about to ask her something.

“Sirrus left a note here mentioning that you helped in the battle against the Devil Prince Belial? You’re Aluta, right?”

“You're correct on both accounts.” Now she actually seemed concerned. Sirrus had to be the one who provided that information. She genuinely doubted that anyone back at the administration headquarters where Kayro worked knew who she was, and if they did, they hadn't made that known up until now. If Sirrus had mentioned her by name in an official report of any kind, then it had to be important. Now she was slightly concerned. Well, to be fair she already had been, but about something else entirely. “Should I ask what this is about?”

“Oh, nothing of note, really. Nothing to be concerned about. I just need your help with something for a moment, if you don't mind.” He said politely as he extended his hand to offer her the piece of paper he'd been gripping so that she could read it for herself. She declined with a polite shake of her head, instead opting to simply assist him and hoping internally that it wouldn't take too long due to the pressing matters she needed to attend to. Realizing that explaining might be the better option, Kayro just nodded. “I was asked by my paymasters to handle the transfer of someone being held here. They want them temporarily transferred to a high security holding facility while they figure out what to do with them.”

It actually took a second for Aluta to realize who the young man standing before her was talking about. She'd forgotten all about the masked individual locked in the basement in all the excitement. And as she recalled their presence, a small chill ran down her spine. Yes, that would be a good idea. The less time he spent residing within the walls of their ancestral manner, the better. It was probably best that he be transferred somewhere that was equipped to handle people like him better. His evil tainted the very stone the foundation of the building was built upon. As they spoke, his hate planting roots that festered like the most persistent of weeds. 

“What will you do with him, exactly?” She inquired, glancing at Willow and Flora, both of whom were present but had been hanging out somewhere just out of her line of sight. They weren't quite eavesdropping, but they were waiting to proceed. Willow seemed to be more interested in what they were talking about in regards to how it might affect everyone in the building and less about the specifics of what he was there for, while Flora was obviously still shaken up from their previous conversation, trying her very best to conceal that fact. She was doing a pretty good job at it, but her worry was still evident in her eyes if you paid close enough attention. Looks like she needed a bit more practice… 

“We're going to transfer him to a facility a few hours away and then they're going to hold him there for a short while before he can appear before a Tribunal. He has an expedited trial date lined up. Sirrus has already filed the paperwork. He's put in a request to have him summarily judged and handled with a recommendation that carried… extreme prejudice.” Kayro said, neatly folding the piece of paper and tucked it back into his coat pocket. This was certainly going to be an interesting car ride.

Aluta gave him a strange look, seemingly somewhat taken aback by the statement. But not by the part of it that probably would have thrown most people for a loop. For a moment she looked as though she hadn't heard him right. “Sirrus hates office work.”

Kayro nodded politely, chuckling to himself. Yes, that was something he was well aware of. It was the major crux of their professional relationship. Kayro got to stay in his office, and Sirrus didn't have to file the paperwork despite having objectively lovely handwriting. It was a good arrangement. And no one asked who was doing what because everything got done consistently and in a very timely manner. It was like a sham wedding where both parties pretended to commit to something in order to reap mutual reward for their perceived actions. But in reality, those actions were just Sirrus getting to stab things while Kayro enjoyed not having to go outside or talk to their bosses very often. A golden arrangement if one was ever truly to exist. “Apparently he hates this person more.”

“Understandable. As do I.” She shook her twice, looking down at the floor momentarily before politely gesturing in the direction of the back hallway that led to the basement. It was probably best to get this taken care of so that she could go back to the task at hand. If she didn't, Kayro might need to visit again shortly for another potentially equally calamitous reason. No one wanted that. “Let me show you to his cell. It's this way.”

(-~-)

With almost agonizing slowness, V opened his eyes. His eyelids were heavy and his skull felt as though it had been squeezed far too tightly by something with equally too much strength. But as he slowly opened them, he felt the fatigue gradually lift from him, though not in its entirety. His head felt slightly less awful than it had a moment earlier, but not by much. But he couldn’t say that he felt like complaining. Even that little bit had been a lot.

He slowly sat up, regarding both Sirrus and Gustave with tired but grateful eyes. He’d felt worse overall than he did now, but his head alone probably hadn’t felt this bad in recent memory. He felt like he’d scraped his brain with a rake.

“I’m sorry about the handkerchief.” He said with a slight rasp, taking a second to clear his throat before regretting the decision to do so instantly. The vibration made his head throb. It was clear to him in that instant that he needed to be careful for the time being. He would rest his head and then take time to think. That was all he really could do.

Gustave peered at him, now standing against the pillar where he had been before. He hadn’t been able to do as much as he’d hoped due to V’s… less than entirely human blood causing him a not-insignificant challenge, but he’d been able to alleviate some of what he’d been feeling, at least. It wasn’t a success, but it wasn’t a failure. And he felt… neutral about it overall.

“They're supposed to be soiled eventually. Think of it no longer.” His tone was curt but not hostile or unkind. Almost as though something was on his mind and he couldn’t devote any further energy to the conversation. He stood there physically, but his thoughts seemed to be a mile away. It was clear that the last thing he cared about at the moment was his handkerchief. He probably had another one anyway. Or at least V hoped so. It had been very nice from what he’d been able to tell.

“Do you have another one?” V spoke carefully, not wanting a repeat of the head strain he’d just suffered. His voice was still a little dry and he could certainly do with something to drink, but at least the impending migraine seemed to be dissipating at a steady rate. The fact that he wasn’t lying on the floor shivering with pain was enough for him.

Moving only his eyes to look at him, the older gentleman shook his head a single time. He watched as V quietly hid his disappointment at the realization that he might have soiled a rather one-of-a-kind garment. Small as it might be. “No. But I can provide a substitute.”

Oh. Well, then that was that assumption proven wrong, wasn’t it?

V shook his head as gently as he could, holding his hand up to wave off the answer. His limbs felt stiff, something he was only now taking notice of. But he carried on regardless, politely refusing the offer. He hadn’t wanted anything. The silky scrap of cloth was lying on coffee the table just a few feet away. He’d simply hoped to discretely ascertain whether or not he could replace it or whether it held any value to him. No such luck, it seemed.

Opting to move on from the topic lest he push his luck with the powerful man who stood before him and risk receiving significant trouble in his currently less-than-ambulatory state, V turned his attention to Sirrus. The red-haired man had been sitting next to him on his right-hand side the entire time, quietly observing him with no small amount of gentle, if not auspicious, trepidation. He seemed hopeful that his condition would improve and seemed to take note of the already accelerated rate that it had been doing just that. Something that they had both noticed. Despite everything, V had already done more than he was accustomed to doing today, especially when the antics of the previous night were taken into account. Ever since whatever that had been had taken place he’d felt… different. Stronger if not a bit less predictable. Almost as though he was more in touch with something within himself. Dare he say his own devil's blood? It was too early for him to come to any conclusions, but he felt just that little bit more anchored. And it was a pleasant feeling even if it did cause him a non-zero amount of concern for what that meant for him going forward. 

As bad as this visit had been so far, perhaps its timing had been very apt.

But there was something else on his mind as well. The way that Sirrus had reacted back there hadn’t escaped his notice. He could feel the sheer effort that it required for his friend to keep his composure in the face of his treatment back there, but it seemed that there was more to his past with this place and its master than he might be letting on. Back before they’d entered the forest… had Sirrus been concerned about the woods themselves, or what lay beyond them? Was he taking a risk by bringing him here? And most importantly, why had her words affected him in such a deep way? What had she meant to imply with her proposal back then? What had she said, again? That she was offering him a “touch-up?” What did that entail?

“Sirrus, may I ask you something?” V attempted to lean back gently on the couch, carefully lowering his head back against the plush upholstering. Taking the weight of what felt like a gargantuanly disproportionate head off of his tired back and shoulders was a welcome relief, to be sure. Even if his head wasn’t actually that big. It was pretty average, really. At least he hoped so.

Regarding him fondly, Sirrus gave him a warm smile. He was doing a lot better than he had been a short while ago. At least his nose wasn’t bleeding anymore and he wasn’t pale, something that learning back and allowing his head to rest could help improve. Well, the nosebleeds, at least. There wasn’t a body position that helped with pallid clamminess, per se, but taking it easy couldn’t hurt.

“You can ask me anything.” He said, allowing V some breathing room. He wanted to take a closer look at him, but for now, he would allow him to rest unless he took some sort of sudden and unprecedented turn. He had every assurance that if V needed him, he knew that he could just ask, especially when he was sitting right next to him.

“And you do not have to answer.” V tilted his head in a sort of rolling position to look at him as he kept his head on the back of the couch, the strained but serious tone in his voice making it very clear that he truly did mean that. He didn’t want to pressure or otherwise coerce Sirrus into telling him anything that he didn’t want to, and he got the impression that he might be crossing a line here. He only hoped that he wouldn’t upset or offend him, but preferencing his request with “no offense but” was only exclusively reserved for actual insults that you were hoping to dodge the repercussions of.

“I know. But I hardly think I will ever choose not to.” He chuckled softly, more relieved to hear the sound of V’s voice than anything. He was recovering very quickly, and that was a welcome relief. His voice still sounded a bit awful, but it wasn’t something that some water couldn’t remedy, more than likely. Hydration always seemed to help him when he had any sort of headache or other head-related pains, as thankfully rare as they might be. He kept his voice low when he spoke, hoping that he wouldn’t make it worse.

V drew in a breath and closed his eyes as he shifted to face up towards the ceiling, slowly exhaling as he allowed his lungs to almost fully empty. He then opened them again, rotating his head back to the position it had been in previously. He wanted to look at Sirrus when he spoke to him. It was only right. “... What did she mean by a “touch-up”, Sirrus?”

A different kind of silence settled over the room as Sirrus's breath stilled. Gustave pivoted so that he did not have to look at either of them in a manner very similar to the way that he had when she’d asked that question back in the meeting chamber. And the almost petrified look of horror in Sirrus’s eyes spoke volumes. He seemed to consider not answering the question momentarily out of sheer discomfort but seemed to realize that his lack of answering might negatively impact his companion’s desire to seek assistance from their host, especially considering what had just occurred between her and him. He wanted to put him at ease, but…

“That is… an admittedly difficult topic.” He answered honestly, his eyes drifting down towards the floor. He looked pained as though some old ghost had returned from the past to haunt him. Some old injury that he’d just accidentally reopened. And V instantly regretted it. He wanted to know the truth, but not if it was going to hurt his companion this much. No amount of curiosity was worth Sirrus’s well-being, and this topic was clearly not something that he was comfortable with. V wasn’t always the best at deciphering what people were thinking or feeling, but this was crystal clear to him.

“Then you don't need to say anything more,” V stated firmly, more than ready to drop the subject entirely. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing more that needed to be said. He wasn’t entitled to Sirrus’s secrets. His life was his to live and keep as private as he wished. But as he spoke, Sirrus raised his hand gently to stop him, a small, sad smile on his face and a sorrowful glint in his eyes light gray eyes that fully displayed the depths of his pain. Whatever this was had been s closely guarded secret. Had been. But no longer. He was willing to change that. For his own sake and to answer V’s question. For the first time since whatever had happened had occurred, he was volunteering to talk about it. Of that, V was certain.

“But I can show you. I’d like to show you.”

(-~-)

Welcome to 2024! Yay! Let’s give it up for the new year! Almost halfway through the decade already! Wow, time really flies, doesn’t it?! Pleasanton’tsuckpleasedon’tsuckpleasedon’tsuckpleasedon’tsuck-

So anyway, I hope you had (and continue to have) a nice holiday season! I know several holidays are still ongoing or have not arrived, so I hope they are a fun time filled with good memories!

Thanks to everyone who came and checked out the server! I hope you are enjoying it so far! The door is open permanently, so if you ever decide to check it out, feel free! I’ve posted the link below and I will post it in my A03 banner right after I post this chapter!

I was just notified by my doctors on the 28th of December that I have to repeat the same treatment that I underwent in July, so I will have weekly doctor visits for all of January starting on the 15th, but after that, I’m hoping to work something out in regards to something I have planned with you all! I’m still ironing out the details, but for now, I will see you next Friday on the 12th of January! I hope you are all doing well! I don’t currently have any delays planned during that time, so yay! You all take care and I will see you soon! I hope this year is everything you hope it will be! Take care and I’ll see you in the comment section! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Bye bye!

[dogmomwrites]

Characters Out of Context

Was tagged by @bookish-galaxy, @saltysupercomputer, and @inkspellangel for this new game a while ago! Thanks for the tags, guys!

Rules—include one character quote from each chapter of your WIP with no context, save for anything between two parts of an interrupted sentence

Passing it along with a soft tag to @theglitchywriterboi, @facelessempresswriting, @sleepyowlwrites, and @k--havok, as well as an open tag to anyone else who wants to join!

Since there were three tags and I have three completed books for my Castle series, I'm combining them into one rather long post, which will be under the cut

Ch 1 “Because witches are bitches.” —Aero

Ch 2 “Born and raised in Freedom.” —Raavi

Ch 3 “I have made things awkward.” —Aero

Ch 4 “I don’t like this door of yours anymore.” —Nuka

Ch 5 “You want to bleed out for a different reason?” —Aero

Ch 6 “You ruined bonding time with your deceit. Now it’s all just wasted time,” —Caleb

Ch 7 “You have morbid thoughts.” —Aero

Ch 8 “I don’t want to be the wife,” —Caleb

Ch 9 “You smell funny.” —Faerdega

Ch 10 “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant you look terrible.” —Faerdega

Ch 11 “When did he become so obsessed with cutting them up?” —Mickey

Ch 12 “Almost like clockwork, if the clock was broken and unreliable.” —Ryder

Ch 13 “You say horrific and violent like it’s a bad thing.” —Seen

Ch 14 “Good thing this isn’t a book.” —Hank

Ch 15 “I would like to pet you.” —Blue

Ch 16 “You realize that’s a door you’re flirting with, right?” —Raavi

Ch 17 “I turned him into a were-dragon.” —Seen

Ch 18 “If this doesn’t kill us, I’m throwing you off the next cliff I find.” —Tobias

Ch 1 “We got kicked out of prison!” —Nuka

Ch 2 “Yes, I’m sorry. I forgot to outline my evil plan for you. Shall I fetch you some parchment so you can take notes?” —Haow

Ch 3 “Follow me, boys and girls, we’re going to discover what our insides look like.” —Seen

Ch 4 “Maybe we should consider getting leashes for everyone.” —Chase

Ch 5 “Forget what I said about gooey. You’re a moldy cookie.” —Chase

Ch 6 “You’re not as special as you think.” —Tobias

Ch 7 “Bad cookies!” —Ryder

Ch 8 “Upon your death, might I request your eyes?” —Hoopydoopyl

Ch 9 “Maybe I did, but you’re three moral levels above me, remember?” —Mickey

Ch 10 “The biscuits have been found guilty of high treason and are condemned to be executed,” —Red

Ch 11 “The wall. It speaks to me. It says you’re an idiot.” —Raavi

Ch 12 “Bunnies. I like to, to hold them. They have soft fluffy. Bunny happiness.” —Raavi

Ch 13 "He's not the type of person who makes it a habit of eating his weapons...not usually.” —Blue

Ch 14 “He needs me because he’s stupid.” —Ryder

Ch 15 “Smack it.” —Old Tom

Ch 16 “Because you’re stupid,” —Jay

Ch 17 “Puppy butt.” —Blue

Ch 18 “You must admire the cat. Worship the cat,” —Seen

Ch 1 “Still, humans come in handy sometimes. Since, you know, dogs don’t have hands.” —Jethro

Ch 2 "You’re too cute. There’s not enough murder in your eyes.” —Caleb

Ch 3 “Oh, you’re thinking now? That’s not so scary.” —Nuka

Ch 4 “You’ve never died without a fight before.” —Ryder

Ch 5 "Have fun eating when you’re worried about everything being laced with sedatives.” —Raavi

Ch 6 “My bells remain unrung.” —Ryder

Ch 7 “You suck and everything bad in the world is your fault.” —Jay

Ch 8 “We took her up to the room and locked her in.” —Nuka

Ch 9 "Everyone keeps an eye out for frogs. That’s just common sense.” —Ryder

Ch 10 “We had a father trying to eat his eggs; always a hassle.” —Anirifin

Ch 11 “Just making sure you’re actually not dead.” —Nys

Ch 12 “I don’t know what the ground did to you, but I’ll stab it if you want me to,” —Ryder

Ch 13 “Stop eating the curtains,” —Nightwish

Ch 14 “Bubbly, bloody, stanky, and wet,” —Mickey

Ch 15 “Can I poke it?” —Ryder

Ch 16 “It was nice to see you taken down a peg for once.” —Raavi

[l1teraryangel]

Halloween Haunts (Ch. 2)

Warnings: Suicide Mention, Self-Harm Mention

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Why, Bakhura wondered, did the gods allow his mind, body, and soul to be brought back without access to the mindlink he and Ryou once shared? Didn’t their bond extend beyond host and parasite, ringbearer version one and two? Shouldn’t two bound souls share a private channel? Because it certainly would come in handy right about now.

The lockers blurred on either side of him, adrenaline dulling the environment he flew by. He’d taken too long recovering from that kick, wasting too much time turning the corner. He couldn’t see or hear Ryou anymore. Each new hall he darted through only further muddled his sense of direction. For all he knew, Ryou wasn’t even on this floor anymore. 

“Fuck this!” He snarled, sliding to a stop. “I’m not gonna find him by running around blindly. Spirits forgive me, but I could really use the damn ring at a time like this.”

Said ring might be in the sand pits of an ancient burial ground, but he wished for a miracle, a bit of godly bullshit and trickery, anything that could materialize it around his neck. Of course, it didn’t happen, and he made a mental note to add this to his list of reasons to hate the gods.

Slumping against a wall, Bakhura held his head and closed his eyes. “Think, Touzoku-Ou. You have more firsthand experience with ghosts than anyone. What does a ghost want with Ryou?” He chuckled mirthlessly. “To possess him. That make’s sense. It’s digging at his mind, influencing him, to lower his defenses and isolate him into a perfect target. How do I stop it?”

He reached inside his pocket and unfolded the map, examining the red markings Malik and Ryou had made. “The ghost will be trapped near its place of death. That’s where its power is. That’s where it will want Ryou to go.” 

His fingertip traced the path from the front entry to the stairwell, the stairwell to the hall where Ryou kicked him, and he scowled, annoyed by his own stupidity. When he chased after his boyfriend, he panicked. Without any idea what turns he took, the damn school looked like a maze to him. 

“I bet it’s the classroom ghost,” He muttered, stabbing the circled room with his finger. “Since Malik’s clearly got the roof ghost riding his ass… If I can figure out where I am, I can find my way to that damn classroom and get Ryou the hell out of here. By then, Kek should be able to drag Malik’s skinny butt down and out.”

He nodded to himself, folding the map into his sweatpants, and stretched his body back onto his feet. Faint moonlight glowed through the windows, and his eyes fleeted amidst the thick darkness, trying to find a classroom number or name. His years of operating on a nocturnal schedule paid off when his adjusted eyes found a room number at last. Leaning back on his knowledge of Japanese schools from Ryou, Bakhura calculated the room he needed should be a hop and skip down one hall after the current one.

Although he carried himself confidently along his set path, his bunched brow and narrow eyes betrayed his concern. The ghost taunted Kek by mentioning Malik might dance himself off the roof, so what might it do to Ryou? His only conconsolation came from the limited time frame of the so-called ‘Witching Hour’ — surely at least twenty minutes had come and gone? Forty minutes left a lot of chance for unspeakable horrors to occur, but it was better than a full hour.

Before he could dwell too much on his worries, the room where at least one identified hotspot resided caught his eye. Bakhura battled with being cautious and being quick, but his troubled mind outweighed his wiser instincts. The door stuck as he tried to push it open, so he tensed his thigh and calf muscles and bashed his foot into the stubborn obstacle.

Right away, he noticed a slit of moonlight illuminating the room from above, a spotlight in pure blackness. There were no windows, and the class, bare of furniture and hidden by shadow, felt more like a prison or cage. Vigilant, his violet eyes scanned the dark crevices, but even his night vision had limits.

He only managed one step over the threshold before a voice greeted him. Its feminine, youthful pitch skimmed his ears, tickled the back of his neck, and chilled his flesh.

“Hello. Have you come to explore Kobayashi High like the other two?”

He saw her then, peeking at him within the voidlike space, visible through the sliver of light. Her face, from what he saw, was pristine, no evident signs of foul play or distress tainting her alabaster skin. Her hair hung in a short bob around her chin, black enough to blend with the darkness surrounding her. A navy blue skirt fluttered by her ankles, and its matching top covered every inch of skin above her waist and below her neck, save for her wrists and hands.

“Alright, Ghostie, I’m not in the mood to exchange pleasantries,” Bakhura growled and tapped his foot, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Where’s Ryou?”

She floated, inhumanly smooth, nearer. Through the light, she exposed more of her transparent spirit form. Her skirt became less visible the farther down his eyes traveled, and her feet were more of a suggestion, faint enough to play tricks on the mind.

“There are two boys who come here every year on this night. Which one are you seeking?”

“Don’t play games. White hair, brown eyes. Where is he?”

She tapped her chin, thoughtful eyes grazing over his corporal form with a hint of envy. “I know the one you speak of. He likes the occult, perhaps a bit more than is healthy, but his energy is strong and pure. He has witnessed and experienced many supernatural events.”

Bakhura’s voice, like his patience, dropped dangerously low. “I don’t need your fucking analysis of my boyfriend. Where! Is! He!”

Tucking her knees to her stomach and crossing her arms, the ghost inched closer and closer. With every bit of lost distance, she brought a mighty miasma down on Bakhura’s shoulders. Suffocating, crushing, like she was holding his lungs in her hands and squeezing the air from them. He stood his ground, staring her down without a flinch, silently daring for her to try anything.

“You needn’t be rude,” She chastised, but her expression softened, and a bit of the weight lifted from his shoulders. “I am not the one who is possessing your ‘Ryou.’ In fact, I am not possessing any of your friends. I have no desire to take the bodies of others, for I know I cannot live again.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Oh, really? By all means, then, who is possessing him?”

Her eyes flickered back to her corner of shadows, and her irises, faded and lifeless as they were, captured a fraction of light. They shone gold, like the bracelets and rings he wore or the trinkets he stole, and something about the young girl tugged at his heart, reminded him of his own ghosts. Maybe it was her premature death — beautiful but frozen in the body of a child no older than sixteen. Or maybe it was the way she stared, unbothered and accepting of his anger, twinges of sorrow and longing for life lost trapped in her immortal eyes.

“I believe,” She replied, a whisper drifting on a ghostly breeze, “Aigawa Touma-san is the one controlling him.”

“And who would that be?”

“A boy, one year younger than I was, who took his own life.”

Bakhura’s body tensed, glimpses of Ryou’s wrists playing through his head. “Why?”

The girl rotated, floating on her back in front of him, eyes withdrawing into her own memories. “A lot of reasons, none of them worth dying over, as is usually the case.”

She fell silent, reaching for the ceiling blankly as if it were a lover trying to pull her closer, or perhaps she wanted to study the unmoving hands of her wristwatch. Either way, the barest bit of life once again lit up her eyes. 

Though her lack of hostility and willingness to speak with him restored some patience, Bakhura couldn’t keep a sigh from slipping through his gritted teeth. “Could you please elaborate beyond one or two sentences at a time? I need to find Ryou, and you’re not giving me enough info to know where to look.”

“I can tell you what I know, if you desire,” She answered nonchalantly. He nodded, and she continued, “Then, let me introduce myself, please.”

She corrected her spiritual body into an upright, standing position, though the weak outline of her feet hovered a meter off the ground. Dipping her head and extending her skirt, she greeted him in a proper curtsy.

“My name is Gima Kiyo. As I am dead, please feel free to refer to me informally.” She met his eyes, and Bakhura raised an eyebrow at the shy smile she offered. “When I lived, I was a medium. Or, rather, I was training to be one. My abilities were still raw, so my teacher said.

“The Aigawa family hired me after the death of their son. The official report, by both the school and police, was that Aigawa-san took his own life by leaping from the roof. They wanted to sue the school for not installing a fence on the roof, but the school argued the door to the roof was always locked. My understanding from other students who knew Aigawa-san was he knew how to disable the lock and enjoyed going out on the roof to dance.”

“Mmhm, dancing in the moonlight. Sounds like so much fun, but the roof is a lot smaller than you realize when you’re jumping around up there.”

Bakhura blanched, a tremor in his left hand. His ghost companion went on with her story.

“One day, he went out on the roof like normal. Unbeknownst to his family and teachers at the time, Aigawa-san was being bullied over a rumor regarding his sexuality. As an only child, Aigawa-san held a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Dancing was his outlet, but it made him an easy target for such rumors, as I’m sure you can understand.

“Haku Ai-san was his best friend from childhood, and she is the one who confided in me about the rumors. I didn’t need extrasensory abilities to know she was wracked by guilt. I dug around more, and I found why: the source of the rumor was none other than Haku-san’s boyfriend, Nonaka Yori-san. Apparently, from what my sources told me, he was jealous over the amount of time Haku-san spent with Aigawa-san and wanted to ‘put him in his place.’”

Nodding, Bakhura massaged his temples. “Okay, I get it. So that’s why he’s still around. He’s pissed that his life was ruined by stupid bullshit. If he’s possessing Ryou, though… Who is possessing Malik?”

Kiyo tilted her head. “The blonde boy who accompanies your Ryou-san, yes? Going off what I sensed earlier, I believe Haku-san is responsible.”

“Wait, the friend with the dumbass boyfriend? She’s dead?”

“Indeed. I haven’t been able to speak to her on this side. Her aura is dangerous and quite intoxicating. I can’t say for certain, because it was still being investigated at the time I died, but I believe she was killed by Nonaka-san. The rumor was that he pushed her down the stairs in a fit of rage while they were arguing.”

Bakhura gaped, dumbstruck, at the matter-of-fact spirit floating in front of him. “You’re telling me this prick ruined a kid’s life out of jealousy, drove him to suicide, and then he killed the girl he was getting jealous over? In what world does that make sense?”

A bitter smile replaced her pragmatic expression. “The human one. Emotions drive us to do crazy, nonsensical things, don’t they?”

Unable to argue, especially given his past, Bakhura scratched his head and turned to leave. “Alright, thanks for the info. I gotta find Ryou and make sure Kek got Malik out of here.”

“You should know we are not the only three spirits roaming these halls.”

Freezing mid-step, Bakhura spun back around. “What are you talking about?”

“There is a fourth soul, far more dangerous than the rest of us. Nonaka Yori-san. He, too, resides here. And unlike Aigawa-san, who is hurt and resentful, or Haku-san, who is angry and full of unspent tears, Nonaka-san is simply… enraged. His entire being is consumed by it, and he seeks to harm others. Normally, he is not strong enough to leave the basement, but the power of tonight has cast his foul miasma over the whole school.”

“You’re fucking kidding, right? How did he die?” Bakhura held up his hand as she opened her mouth. “You know what, never mind. Don’t care. Doesn’t matter. If he’s as vengeful as you say, though, I gotta get going.”

He barely poked his head back into the hallway when she called out after him, “One more moment, if you would be so kind?”

Peering over his shoulder, Bakhura rapped his fingertips on the wall. “Make it fast, kiddo.”

She fumbled with her hands, eyes dropping to the floor. In her awkwardness, her youth stood stark compared to her earlier persona of calm. “I died before I could complete my duties, and even in death, I have been unable to put the spirits of my fellow students to rest.”

There was a break in her words, so Bakhura waved to her, a silent “And?” conveyed by the action. She hesitated, but his unwavering gaze seemed to encourage her.

“Once you and your friends are safe, would you please contact Endo Masashi? He was my mentor, and I believe he and his fellow specialists would be able to finish what I started. I fear my own spirit will not be able to rest until the spirits of Haku-san and Aigawa-san are at peace.”

Bakhura sighed. It was a request he couldn’t refuse, not with the conscience his reborn body was damned with and that Ryou constantly nurtured. “Sure, kid. I’ll make sure to get in touch with your mentor. And I know once Ryou hears about this, he’ll want to check in next year to see for himself  you were all laid to rest.”

She smiled, and her eyes sparked to life. “I didn’t get your name?”

“Oh, uh… Bakhura.”

Her spirit body bent at the waist, and though physics shouldn’t phase her incorporeal form, her hair whisked around her face. An instinctual urge to flee the show of submissive respect — unearned respect, as far as he was concerned — coiled in his gut. Planting his feet, he stiffly bobbed his head and exited the room.

Behind him, he heard the faint whisper of her voice.

“Thank you, Bakhura-san.”

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[zodiyack]

In Regards Of My Ex

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Words: 2,125

Summary: Niklaus believes deceitful gossip from Aurora De Martel about his wife and takes his anger out on her. As a result, Y/n leaves and finds comfort with Cami and Davina, who call in backup to confront the big bad hybrid about his big bad dumbassery.

Note: I’ve been in a fluffy mood as of recently HOWEVER this idea was sparked when I was feeling angsty™ so...sorry but also not sorry?

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Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

“That wife of yours has been sneaking around with my brother. Breaking more hearts than just yours from what I can see.”

“I suppose some people just can’t see the worthiness of the king in front of them. If I were your wife, I wouldn’t be like Y/n. I’d be committed you and never give you fib tales like her.”

“You are aware that Y/n has been plotting something nefarious against you, aren’t you?”

“I know you wanted to marry someone just as sinister as you, but perhaps you should’ve checked where her loyalty lied before tying that knot.”

Aurora fed him stories such as these, and many more, each conclusion of the lies spewing from her mouth something appalling about Y/n. At first, Klaus didn’t listen, but as her stories grew worse and worse, the faux feeling of treachery intensified. He knew it was unwise to believe anything that came from the spiteful, jealous woman...yet, his distress caused pain to strike his heart and he yearned to know the truth.

Although, in this case, the “truth” wasn’t actually very truthful.

She often told him things like that Lucien was going after his girl for the second time, first with her when she had her chance and now, his beloved wife. Klaus merely brushed it off with an honest “he tries and I’ll stake him first chance I get”. However, Aurora wasn’t finished yet. She continued to lie and deceive Niklaus about the woman who she accused of replacing her in his life. The envy and loathing Aurora felt for Y/n was her motivator, but the woman was too far up a wall to need one in the first place.

“Are you telling me the truth?” He growled, keeping his eyes trained at the wall in front of them.

“Why do you ask?”

“I need to know I can trust your bold claims. So answer me, Aurora, are you telling me the truth?”

That smug little grin, masking her deluding ways. “Of course, Nik. I would never lie to you.” Her welcome into his trust was unsurprisingly taken advantage of  when she traced her finger down his arm and then brought her hand up his abdomen slowly. Klaus shoved her invasive hand off of his chest though, giving her a warning glare.

“Thank you for informing me.” That was all he said to her before he made his way out of the room in the most hurry she’d ever seen him in.

Aurora smiled conceitedly. Her plans were on the right track. Whilst Nik didn’t have the same feelings for her now as he did way back during the beginning of their story, but Aurora was determined to stir those feelings from the dead as vampirism did him and her.

She drawled under her breath, “I will have you again, Nik.” her mischievous smile grew wider, “I will have you again, and nothing can stop me this time.”

“Blasphemy!” Niklaus shouted, veins popping out from the rage coursing in his system. He neared Y/n again, the slight fear in her eyes drawing a pause for a second, guilt stilling him, but his anger took the reigns once more.

“It’s not blasphemy! I would never lie to you!”

“The falsity of your deception proves otherwise, love.” He smirked, raising his brows as to question if she would battle his words yet again. Proof was what he needed, but his vexation had drowned out all logic, including his ability to see the proof he wanted so desperately.

“What deception? What falsehood do you believe to have come from my mouth? When I married you, I vowed to be truthful and loyal. You of all people on this fucking earth should know I always keep a vow.” She narrowed her eyes at him. The betrayal he thought he felt was temporary and fabricated, but hers was 100% genuine and seething within her.

“You say that but if you were indeed an untrue person, your answer would be no different.”

“Why do you insist on proving me a traitor!? What has pushed you so far past your breaking point that you actually accuse me, your wife, as a viper?”

“Don’t you pretend like you don’t know the malicious schemes you’ve plotted against me or the affairs you’ve had with men who obviously aren’t your husband!” He couldn’t stop himself now; “I’ve loved you for centuries and you decide to be disloyal and ill-natured?!”

“Says who?!”

“Says Aurora!” After the words flew from his mouth, a tiny part of him realized just how fucked up it sounded. Just how fucked up it was that he believed her over his wife, but the hybrid was stubborn. He was too stubborn to change his belief or admit his fallacious accusations were unjust without proper evidence.

Y/n knew Aurora and Klaus’ story. Her knowledge of the ancient and long forgotten tale made her reaction thousands of times worse. “Aurora? ...Huh. You choose to believe her- that manipulative, lying bitch, over me? I thought you knew me better than that.” She wiped away a rebellious tear, “I thought I knew you better than that.”

Disappointment hung heavy on her features, drawing a feeling of shame from Klaus. Y/n glared at him one last time, her knitted brows and vaguely teary eyes evidence of the heavy-heartedness that overwhelmed her. She bit the inside of her mouth and shook her head disapprovingly before turning and walking out the front gate-doors of the Mikaelson mansion. Klaus was alone.

The sounds of Davina’s giggles echoed, Cami sitting in front of her and chuckling heartfully as well. Their laughter died off when they noticed Y/n sulking through the front doors of Rousseau's. The place was empty aside from the two women having drinks and a friendly chat. Then Y/n entered and found a seat. The atmosphere, once cheery, suddenly felt melancholy.

“Hey, Y/n, you alright?” Camille’s smile was wiped from her lips. She felt empathy for Klaus’ wife and, as a friendly person in general, she felt overcome with the need to help solve the complication that made her feel so down in the dumps.

“I’m-” She was ready to say fine, Davina and Cami knew it, but she broke down in tears before she could even shape an “o” with her lips. Both women jumped up immediately and sat in the seats beside Y/n. Though Davina couldn’t stand Klaus, she actually liked Y/n and seeing her hurt sent searing pain into her own heart.

“It’s okay, hun,” Cami wrapped an arm over Y/n’s shoulder, her other hand rubbing her other shoulder and arm comfortingly, “take as long as you need, there’s no pressure, no rush, none of that. We’ve got you.”

And so they did. The two women took turns holding Y/n as she cried, and before long, she was ready to talk. She explained Klaus’ anger and the source of their fight, the source of the fake news he’d lashed out because of. Davina and Cami shared a glance when Aurora was mentioned, both women already hating her but equally despising her even more now. Y/n sobbed, crying into Cami’s shoulder about wanting Klaus to just believe her. She said she loved him and because of that, she felt pained by his lack of belief in her.

“He’s not worth it if he can’t see how wrong that decision was-”

“I know, but he’s my husband. I vowed to love him always and forever, to never leave his side, and I intend to keep that vow...so long as he doesn’t do anything to fuck it up any more than he already has.”

The sun began to sink into the dark, not fully quite yet, but still creating it’s beautiful array of colors as a final act before disappearing for the night. About halfway through Y/n’s rant, Cami called Hayley and gave her a summary of what she knew so far. A promise of arriving as soon as she could was returned on Hayley’s end before the line went dead and Cami returned to the table.

Still not entirely after sunset yet, Hayley swung open the door to Rousseau's, catching Davina and Y/n off guard. Despite being the one who called her, Cami stayed seated. Y/n and the witch beside her exchanged confused expressions.

“Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna tell me what the hell I need to do to Klaus?”

Y/n chuckled softly, wiping away more of the salty tears, before standing and walking over to Hayley, greeting her with a hug. “You don’t have to get involved if you don’t want to-”

“No, trust me, I have to and I want to.” She pulled away and dropped her warm smile, giving Y/n the most serious look she could muster. And as she was Hayley Marshall, it was effortlessly pretty fucking serious. “Now, I want you tell me everything,” the mom voice came out to play, “don’t leave a single detail out. Then, we can discuss what we’re going to do about it.”

“Where is he?”

Rebekah had been informed by the pissed off werewolf and bartender everything that had happened, resulting in her becoming equally upset. She welcomed Hayley inside the gates and nodded her head up the stairs. “I haven’t said anything to him, so you’ll be lucky enough to catch him by surprise.”

The werewolf nodded in understanding before pacing toward the stairs irritability. “Thanks.”

“Make it hurt!” Rebekah’s voice faded away as she walked out the gates, leaving Hayley alone to find Niklaus.

Atop the stairs, she found no sign of anyone whatsoever, but that was only on the outside. If Klaus happened to be inside on of the many rooms, she wouldn’t waste her time searching. Instead, she waited, leaning against the railing and doing a breathing exercise Y/n taught her during one lonely full-moon. 

After minutes of waiting, Klaus finally walked out of a door and started for the stairs. It wasn’t longer than a minute before he stopped in his tracks and realized he’d missed something. He shot a double take in Hayley’s direction, a puzzled expression quickly finding way to his face. It seemed as though he was contemplating whether or not her unexpected appearance was a good thing or a bad thing.

When he seemingly couldn’t make up his mind, staring a few minutes longer, a heavy sigh left her mouth. She was ticked off with him before, but after hearing everything Y/n had to say, she was furious. No, more than furious. The blood boiling rage was incessantly pounding in her head, all she wanted was cause destruction and pain. A rare thing for her.

But now was not the time to lash out, not yet. She inhaled and exhaled, Hayley shifted on her feet and looked around before turning her head to Klaus and beckoned him over to her with a come-hither motion of her index finger.

“What is it?”

She looked at him, flabbergasted that he’d even ask a question as stupid as that, “What is it? What is it, Klaus?” Hayley slapped him, the man doubling back and blinking in astonishment. And not the good kind.

“How dare you lay your hands on me, you-”

“So you’re gonna yell at me now?” She crossed her arms, and unimpressed look resting upon her face. “You know, personally, I think Y/n is better off without you but she’s broken and has been bawling her eyes out nonstop for hours on end, drinking away all the pain that you’ve formed into a stake and shoved into her chest.”

He stopped, fury fleeing his face as he experienced what felt like her words body-slamming into him.

“And guess who’s been there to pick out the splinters?” She poked her finger against her chest over and over again. “Me!” Her eyes never left his, telling him just how sincere about this she really was. “Me! Cami- even Davina!” Hayley threw her hands in the air, emphasizing the shock that came with the information. “Rebekah’s on her way over now, and I’m sure Elijah will see to it that he comforts his sister-in-law as much as he can, but you?”

“I-”

She cut him off, temper still unquenched, thirsty for vengeance. “Let me finish.” She growled. Hayley looked around the room in attempt to calm herself, but it was to no avail.

“You got her into this mess. I just hope you get both of you guys out of it.” She flicked her eyes back to his, giving him her infamous dead eyed glare. “I really hope you do. And you better do it soon. Because I won’t be there to pick the splinters out for you when she realizes she doesn’t need your sorry ass.”

[hoeforblackwidow]

MoM hot takes

So like...I know I am about to provide some controversial yet brave opinions, and if you disagree I would love to hear your takes. Just plz explain yourself so I can actually understand your point of view. These are my personal opinions, and should be treated as such -- not as a Master’s thesis level dissertation on the movie. Obvs, spoilers ahead!

I’ll start with the good stuff:

- Y’all....y’all...Lizzie absolutely EATS in this movie. She is giving a legitimate Oscar worthy performance. Benedict, Xochitl and Rachel McAdams also absolutely GIVE in their performances, and I love them. But Lizzie is just next level, she put her whole neck, her back, her p*ssy and her crack into it.

- I’m so excited for America Chavez’s future in the MCU...also, #queerrights

- “Run”

- *shakes head* “Mmm-mmm”...I almost came

- Good GOD the score during the dream walking scene, Lizzie’s hand acting, the whole sha-bang was just *chef’s kiss*

Onto my real beef with the ~film~:

- They did our girl Wanda so fucking dirty lmao, like let her be happy, she was making progress post-Wandavision!

- Like, I’m actually convinced Sam Raimi did not watch Wandavision. I say this, because the whole character arc of Wanda doing something unsavory and then repenting at the end is, like - literally Wandavision’s whole point for her character?

- I mean she already went through the whole “I don’t want to hurt anyone!!” thing in Wandavision. It feels like we regressed.

- ^ the above can be explained by the Darkhold’s effects on her, which brings me to my next point

- They reallllly should’ve delved deeper into the Darkhold. The way that they just flippantly mentioned it and didn’t really explain it’s deep rooted effects on Wanda further seemed so lazy and did a true disservice to her character for pure shock value and to speed up the plot

- That musical note battle scene and the twins singing had the entire theater in nervous uncomfortable laughter with quite a few audible “what the fuck”s

- Like I fully know Wanda/Scarlet Witch is very villainy in the comics, but a) this is the MCU, not a direct interpretation of the comics and b) I wouldn’t have minded if it WAS a direct interpretation of the comics (#women’s rights AND #women’s wrongs!) , but it literally wasn’t because c) if they literally k*lled her off...they wasted SO much of her story and potential for the MCU. 

- Overall, I just felt like the movie was waaaay too rushed, too all over the place, and definitely a Sam Raimi movie, NOT a Marvel movie. Which, as a fan, is disappointing when I go to see a MCU film for the characters and story and not for a specific director’s shtick/signature

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Again, feel free to tell me I’m wrong! I totally respect and understand why some people think it was the best movie ever, but in my unqualified, unsolicited (yet humble) opinion, it was disappointing. :/ (still not the worst MCU movie, and I will definitely be giving it even more repeat watches)

[weelittleweasley]

Muggle Music | Draco x Reader

Prompt: As a muggle born Hufflepuff you find comfort in your muggle music and books when you are feeling anxious or insecure. Although Draco has been known to have a distaste for muggles or of muggle descent, however you when it comes to you, his opinions change.

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Hi all! So sorry I haven’t been as active this weekend. I took the time to relax and have a little fun and unwind before things get crazy work wise with me. Hopefully I’ll be back to pumping out fics again by tomorrow!

You delicately place the record on your player that is perched happily on top of your dresser as music starts to play as the record spins. The sounds of the familiar verses and chorus melt away any anxieties that were plaguing you through the day. Stevie Nicks’s voice washed over you as you allowed your body to sway gently to the music. 

Being muggle born wasn’t something you normally worn with a badge of pride at school. You were a little embarrassed that you never grew up around magic and its brilliance, rather you grew up with the mundaneness that was being ordinary for so long. But nothing could quite cheer you up like listening to muggle music or reading a good book that your mother bought from the book store. It was simple, but it never failed to make you feel at home, swallowed with warmth and comfort through these tiny vessels of your muggle upbringing.

Aside from not growing up with magic and missing out on the portion, you were also embarrassed of being a muggle especially because of who you were dating. Everyone and their mother knew that the Malfoy lineage was strict about marrying pure and only having children that would be pure bloods. You had been dating Draco for only a couple of months, but you did feel insecure about his dating history and how it has only been with pure bloods. You were the first to break that streak. Draco didn’t expect to fall for you, but when it happened, it happened fast and every thought he had about you not being a pureblood washed away. But there was always that little voice inside his head that spoke, What would mother and father think about this?

You swayed to Fleetwood Mac, trying to keep your negative thoughts at bay about how scared you were that Draco was going to break up with you because of your blood status. Earlier that day you had heard Pansy Parkinson gossiping to her posse about how Draco deserved to be with a pure blood and not some “mudblood” like you were. When you heard the words fall from her mouth, you wanted to cry. She was right. Draco deserved someone who would make his family proud and you would not do that. 

You didn’t even notice the tears falling from your eyes until they ran across your lips, the salty taste on your tongue. Rhiannon softly played in the background as you wiped your tears away with the backs of your hand. This was such a silly thing to cry over, but you couldn’t help but feel the way you did. Your insecurities were getting the best of you again.

Suddenly, a gentle few knocks come from your door. You suck up your sniffles and wipe what remains of the tears away. Glancing in the mirror, you check your appearance before opening the door. And there he stood. Draco in his Slytherin robes, his white blonde hair combed back, and sneaky little smile. He pulled you in for a tight hug by your contrasting Hufflepuff robes, breathing your scent in as you relaxed under his touch. “Good afternoon, darling,” Draco squeezes you, planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“Hi,” you mutter into his chest before pulling away, letting him inside your room. 

Draco enters, plopping his bag down at your desk. He contorts his face and says, “What is that?” as if to be disgusted by the music you are playing. Your heart sinks gently into your stomach as his face looks confused. 

You feel like your insecurities are now sticking out like a sore thumb. The things that bring you comfort make Draco contort with disgust. “Oh, sorry,” you quickly rush to your record player and turn off Fleetwood Mac as Landslide gets cut off. Too bad, that was your favorite song on that album. “It was my music from home. Mum gave me a few albums to take with me if I ever needed a taste of home. I didn’t know you were coming over or else I wouldn’t have played it.”

Draco suddenly grows disappointed in himself. Something you had loved so dearly and had such fond memories attached to was something he was taught to deplore. His disgust with all things doing with muggles made you upset because you were muggle born. Which in turn, meant he was supposed to hate where you came from. How could hate someone as lovely, considerate, and gentle as you? It would be impossible. “Don’t apologize. It’s your room, you play whatever you want. You can keep playing it if you want to,” he urges, hoping that you’ll play the music again just so he can see you happy, dancing along to whatever rhythm played from the odd machine you tinkered with.

Shaking your head, you insist, “No, I don’t want to play it anymore. It’ll just make me sad.” Sad because you miss home and sad because you know that Draco and you come from two separate worlds and he hated yours. Or so you thought. You chose to ignore the sad smile on Draco’s face. “Let’s change the subject, shall we?”

As you talked to Draco about your plans for the upcoming weekend in Hogsmeade, he couldn’t help but be distracted by his own thoughts. He hated knowing that you were uncomfortable and insecure of your muggle history. He hated that he was conditioned from such a young age to have a distaste in those things thanks to his father’s upbringing. Draco’s heart strings were strung any time he noticed you shift in your seat when someone bought up not being of pureblood descent. You would get very quiet and minutes later excuse yourself to go somewhere else away from the people who had insulted you in passing. He knew he wanted to make it up to you, but it was just a matter of how he would do it. 

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A few days later, you parked yourself at a table in the library, studying and doing homework quietly, scribbling down in your notebook every once in a while. As you jot down notes, you didn’t notice Pansy pass your table. “Studying hard mudblood?” she coos sarcastically at you.

“Please leave me alone, Pansy,” you quietly plead. You just needed to study. That was all. You didn’t need to be reminded of all of your insecurities in the middle of the library for everyone around you to watch your discomfort.

Pansy leans on the table. “Why? Because Draco can’t defend you?” she spits. “I’m still shocked that he’s with a loathsome creature like yourself. Aren’t you embarrassed? You’ll never quite live up to his or his parents expectations? I mean, what’s going to happen when you meet his parents? Let’s see if you even make it up to that point.” 

Tears start to prick in your eyes as you attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. “Go away, Pansy,” you speak gently, no malice in your voice even though you had wished there would be. 

“Am I talking about a sensitive topic?” she asks, knowing damn well what sees doing. “Admit it, (Y/N). You’re no good for Malfoy. You and your little muggle music and muggle books. You’ll never be enough for him.”

With that, you gather all of your stuff and dash out of the library, the laughs of Pansy echoing in the library. As you turn the corner, you bump into the person you wished most not to. “Hi, love,” Draco speaks, happy to see you until he sees the hot tears streaming down your face. “Hold on, wait a minute, what’s wrong?” he grabs your arms, looking at you in the eyes.

You shake your head, “I have to go.” You push past your boyfriend, running out of the library, completely horrified of what just went down. Running down the halls and up the stairs, you try to avoid the stares of concerned students and passing, (Y/N), are you okays. You just wanted to get back to your room.

Opening the door with a swing and then slamming it shut, you inhale a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You were away from Pansy now and her torturous comments. Looking to your desk, you know exactly what you needed no matter how much it reminded you of your past. You grabbed another record from your stash that you tucked away in your drawer and plucked Queen from the pile. As you placed it on your record player, the sounds of the Jazz album filling your dormitory, sending soothing waves of comfort through you, drying your tears instantly.

Meanwhile in the library, Draco marched over to Pansy, steam bellowing from his ears. Pansy’s smile fell as she saw the pissed boy. “I don’t know what you said, but to be quite frank, Parkinson, I’m not surprised it was something rude and selfish, much like yourself,” Draco spit at her.

Pansy rolls her eyes, “Come on, Draco. You know better than anyone that you don’t belong with a mudblood. You need to stick with your own kind.”

Draco’s blood is boiling. “First of all, you know shit about what is best for me, Pansy, so I’d suggest keeping your fat nose out of my business. Second, muggle born or not, (Y/N) is a brilliant, beautiful person who is a better witch than you will ever be. If I even sense you close to (Y/N) again, consider yourself done for,” Draco scolds Pansy as her face turns parchment white. 

After his little meltdown, Draco leaves the library. On a mission to find you and comfort you after what just happened. 

In your room, you lay on your bed, listening to your muggle music, as you glide your fingers over the binding of your favorite muggle book, The Scarlet Letter. Maybe Pansy was right? You should just stick to your muggle things and stay away from what is muggle born. It would be for the best. 

Your thoughts are disturbed when you hear a knock at the door. You groan, emerging from your position on your bed. The door opens and there’s Draco who wastes no time in scooping you up in a hug. “Don’t listen to her,” he speaks into your hair. “She has no idea what she’s talking about. She is jealous.”

“But she’s right, Draco. I’m a dumb muggle born who doesn’t belong in your world. You were destined to hate me and everything I come from. It should stay that way before things get too complicated,” you try to reason with him as Draco shakes his head in disbelief. “You’ve only dated purebloods, Draco. Ever since we got here, you’ve dated purebloods and purebloods only. I haven’t dated anyone and Merlin, it’s year six! Now, my first ever boyfriend is not supposed to like people like me.” 

Draco’s heart breaks hearing you talk about yourself like this. “You mean someone who is considerate? Someone who is compassionate? Someone who loves people for their hearts?” he retorts as you ignore him. “(Y/N), I don’t care if you are pureblood or not. I want you and you only.”

Your heart should be swelling with joy, but it only makes it break. “I need to be alone right now, Dray. Please,” you whisper, holding your face in your hands. “Just leave me be for right now.”

Everything is screaming for Draco to stay and work this out with you, but he knows you need some space. He just shakes his head and leaves your room sadly. When the door closes, you don’t hesitate in letting the tears fall again. 

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Potions class was finally dismissed as you walked alone in the halls, trying to distance yourself from everyone, to scurry away in your room, curling up into your bed while listening to more muggle music, wishing you were home with your mother and father and siblings. 

Draco hadn’t come to talk to you since the library incident two days prior. He didn’t even bother trying to find you when your class took the weekend trip to Hogsmeade. You figured that he was out of your life for good and no matter how much you wanted him to stay, you knew it was best for the both of you. The relationship wouldn’t have worked out anyway. It was best for you to part separate ways.

As you approach your dormitory, you hear the faint chorus of Paul Anka’s Put Your Head On My Shoulder coming from the other side of your door. Your eyebrows furrow. Did I leave the record player on? I don’t even have that record though? You push the door open to reveal a Draco standing the middle of your room, Paul Anka playing on your record player. “What are you doing?” you ask him right off the bat.

Draco has a small smile on his lips. “Doing what I should have done when I asked you to be mine,” he claims as he grabs your hands. “When we took the trip to Hogsmeade this weekend, I bought some muggle records they had in the back of the shoppe as well as some new books for your collection,” he points to three large stacks of records and books on your desk as a smile threatens to spill on your lips. “I should have made an effort to learn about what you grew up with. But better late than never?” he suggests as you engulf him in the most enormous hug you can muster. Draco laughs as you squeeze him tight, his grip on you iron. “I took some time to listen to some of your favorite records and I stayed up all last night reading your favorite book.”

“You read The Scarlet Letter?” you ask in disbelief. The surprises never stopped when it came to Draco. He proudly nodded. “I can’t believe you would do all of this for me...this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Draco’s heart swells with pride. “It’s what you deserve,” he simply states. “Now,” he extends his hand to you. “Will you join me for a dance?”

Giggling, you accept his hand as the two of you rock gently to the sounds of Paul Anka on your record player, gazing into each others eyes as you smile like an idiot. “I can’t believe you sometimes, Malfoy,” you shake your head. “What do you think of it? The music, the book?”

“To be honest with you, it’s not half bad. The ABBA album is pretty good,” he shrugs, making you laugh wildly, throwing your head back. “Now that’s music to my ears,” he refers to your laughter as you blush. 

For the next few hours, you and Draco listen to your new albums he purchased for you as you lecture him on muggle books and authors, him smiling wide as you speak passionately about them. Although Draco knew his father would have a field day when he heard about this, he couldn’t care less. You were happy and that’s all that mattered to Draco.

[black-coffee-and-sugar]

Listen, I actually couldn't finish this episode. Like I lost brain cells, got ingestion and finally KO-ed because I could NOT grasp the plot. Not even seeing Lena again made this enjoyable for me. But here's what I got:

- I wonder how many takes Thomas took to say Nxyly's full name without biting his tongue off

- also I am so sorry Thomas that they had you sing. And yet somehow that wasn't the most cringe thing to happen in this episode

- Nia and Kara desperately assigning blame to themselves instead of just, idk, working together to fix the problem. Who cares who's fault it is??

- Alex jumping in front of kara when mxy brandishes the PZ projector is the only thing I liked

- Kelly's absence felt so odd after 2 back to back episodes of her front and centre

- Nia thinking that Kara would drag her for making a mistake makes me wonder if these characters even know each other

- kara: "I should've told you guys about Nxyly". Yes you idiot you absolutely should have! Like I get that they don't wanna bring it up but like how is ignoring what happened to her any better? Do they not do any Intel sharing?

- the fucking zookeeper is still here?!?!?

- look I wasn't expecting Lena to be talking to kara on the phone, I know better than that, but I had hoped it would at least be Nia considering that Lena and her have been bonding over their moms and it just makes sense??

- andrea's titty window sans kara or Lena to see it. What was it all for?

- I understand Lena using Andrea's resources to help her out and shit and I'm actually surprised the writer's remembered she doesn't have access to the LuthorCorp jet anymore. I honestly wouldn't have batted an eye if she did tho.

- the way we haven't had ANY scenes of dialogue between kara and lena aside from 6x01 and only ONE line from kara to Lena since then. Like are they actually going to brush everything under the goddamn rug? We heard from Alex that they've forgiven each other and it seems that way too but we haven't actually had the chance to judge that as an audience and it's (checks notes) 11 episodes already???

-Kara is back and yet Lena doesn't seem full. Kara is back and yet she hasn't been vulnerable with lena or with anyone really. Or was that all a lie?

- Nxyly is actually kinda hot in this episode. Interesting development there

- the team actually fighting a giant pussy cat and more brain cells have died. If they were hoping it would be amusing like the Legends fighting a giant Beebo, spoiler alert - it was not

- mxy and Nxyly and even the king has some keysmash names but one imp is actually named Jared? Just fucking Jared. Christ

- Lena being bullied by a bunch of Canadians is hilarious and I say this as a Canadian. Like Lena has stood her ground against Lex, Lillian, SG, an interrogation room filled with judgemental pricks, fucking Reign and yet, she looked two seconds from crying when denied her hotel room by some fucking Newfies. Get the fuck outa here.

- not a single Tim Hortons run in this entire episode. Are we sure she even went to Canada???

- at one point, I was rooting for Nxyly to win.

- so not only did they bring back that god awful wig that they actually had the audacity to make footage with it? That thing needs to be snatched and thrown into the sun like the trash monster.

- Katie looked so done in this episode and I don't even blame her. I suffered second hand embarrassment on her behalf. Those lines, her behaviour. It's like what the fuck happened to the Lena from the past 4 seasons?

- the mean bartender says "I've seen you on the news running arm in arm with a bulletproof alien" and the places my mind went is probably why I didn't pay any attention to the rest of the episode.

- so lemme see if I have this right. Lena's mom visits the cave lady in her dreams but never once thought to visit her traumatized little daughter?

- am I supposed to be upset that they killed an abuser? Because I'm not

- so much porn shots of the town car driving up and down some sketch and lonely road

- did Google maps really lead Lena to some random cave?? Bruh

- Lena's scenes felt so disconnected for a minute I thought I was watching a completely different show.

- aluminum foil on the props lord did they just say fuck it and made a Dollarama run for the cheapest 200ft roll they could buy?

- Kara being a mentor to Nia for the first time since that Nia centric episode last season. God I hate it here.

- they do remember J'onn is a shape shifter right? Why do we need an image inducer? I get the little Lena is still with the team crumb but it's stupid.

- still no word on M'gann huh

- yo since the Luthors are technically perceived on Earth-Prime as "good", what trail of bodies is this bar lady talking about? This isn't public knowledge and Lena's mom only killed 1 dude who frankly deserved it.

- sigh. We're really doing this witch Lena thing then.

- kara stop trying to reach the good in people! Just stop. When has this bullshit EVER WORKED? Some people are just too far gone. Accept it.

- stronger together has truly lost meaning on this show

- Alex and Kara being so willing to hold much less use the PZ projector is utter bullshit. Also they just have that thing lying around for any grabby hands to take?

- what the actual fuck is Kara's arc this season? Or Alex? Or poor J'onn. The man has been seriously neglected.

- kara is supposed to be the most powerful being on the planet and yet this show continues to nerf her abilities. God I missed the days of S1 when Kara looked like she could fuck shit up.

- also when is kara going to be the focus of her own show again? Are we ever going to properly address Kara's issues? We got two episodes of James processing his trauma and only 5 mins of flashbacks in 6x08 for Kara and a few fleeting moments sprinkled across the last 5 seasons. Ridiculous. Like it won't diminish her as a character to seek professional help, it won't make her any less of a hero. Think of how impactful that would be and the message that could send about the importance of mental health.

- glad to see a promo for this important episode next week (I honestly can't wait - Kelly in a head wrap is so personal to me y'all) but please I'm begging you, do not make the issue of race come at the expense of kara's intelligence and awareness. She's a journalist, she's seen xenophobia and written about it, she's been friends with James for years. Kara knows about racism. Please show that.

Needless to say I did not enjoy this episode at all. I was happy to see Lena again but all her scenes were just hard to watch. I feel like so much of their very limited time is being wasted and there's still so many things they haven't touched upon yet. When exactly are we gonna get to it? Better question, will we ever get to it? Probably not.

Like I wanted to see the super friends communicating, leaning on each other, character growth, being truly stronger together but no. They're giving us literally anything but that and it's frustrating.

[orenjineki]

Dabi the house-elf

Summary:When you don't get your Hogwarts letter at 11, you spam Hogwarts with letters until they get pissed of and send you a human Dabi who thinks he is a house-elf. And he's always naked and hung. Crap.

Warnings: Dub-Con, Dubious Consent, R18, Minors DNI

Notes: I am so sorry but I saw this tiktok by @savs_creates where Dabi is a house-elf and I just couldn't stop myself. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMerqQ5Dc/

I thank @mangospams who is my greatest inspo when it comes to Yandere Dabi.

You had a house-elf. As a muggle. A house-elf. The size of a grown, human!, man with a sizeable…erm, well size. Not only his frame was decently sized but also his private parts, as you liked to call them in your mind when you happened to accidentally see them from the corner of your eyes when the brown bedsheets you had given the man? elf? once again did a terrible job at covering him.

Which you did not want to see since you were still unsure about his race. To be fair, you were unsure about a lot of things since you turned eleven. Up until your 11th birthday you were convinced that you would get a letter from Hogwarts, be declared a witch and go on a great many adventure with your new, magical friends in a school that was essentially a death trap for children. (They have a forbidden forest with giant spiders, that can and will eat you, unless you raised the og spider because you thought it was a cute pet!). The thought that Hogwarts was not real, merely a product of fiction, did not occur to you. And why would it, since quirks were real, why shouldn't magic be?

And so you waited for your letter, standing on the doormat of your home, looking for owls. But none came. But they had to! And so you waited. And waited. With the interruption of school, food and sleep. But not a single bird, not even a pigeon, dropped a letter with a red wax seal in front on your feet. But you never gave up hope, maybe they just got lost on their way?

You waited so long that you eventually turned twelve. Angry about this unreliability and with a feeling of betrayal, you decided to take matters into your own hands and write them a letter instead, ha! And so you did, every day, complaining about the fact that this magical institute had the audacity to not send you your magical letter! Heck, even an email would have been fine! Your parents tried to stop you at first but since you were somewhat decent at school, they let you keep your paper intense hobby. When you had sent your 6666thletter, way past your 18th birthday, you finally got an answer!

''Dear Ms. …,

We have received your thousands upon thousands of letters, demanding to be announced a witch and allowed into our school. However, we are glad to inform you that you are, through and through, a muggle. Usually we would ignore such profligate attempts at gaining something which you do not deserve but the amount of paper you have wasted for your letters poses a threat to the environment which muggle folk already treat with so much disrespect. Therefore, as a reimbursement, and a desperate attempt to get you to stop writing us, we will send you a human who thinks he is also a magical being without a trace of magic in his veins. In this case it is a human man who got hit with a confundus charm as a child and is convinced that he is a house-elf. When you finish reading this letter, you will find him standing in your kitchen, awaiting your orders.

Sincerely, the secretary of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.''

Wait, so Hogwarts is real? And you have a house-elf/human now? What? You drop the letter and rush into the kitchen to see a man, with white hair, piercing blue eyes and piercings on…anyway. You couldn't decide what was more confusing about the situation. The fact that he appeared out of nowhere, the fact that large parts of his body were burned or the fact that he was naked. You decided to accept this new version of reality by staring at him incredulously for a good five minutes, in which he did not blink once, staring back at you.

Since he didn't say anything and you started to feel a little drowsy from this… revelation, you decided to end the day early and go to sleep in your one-room apartment. Sadly, your apartment was too small to hide in another room, hoping that he would be gone, only a really weird dream, when you woke up and entered the living room the next morning. Sadly, your living room was also your bedroom and your kitchen and so you could only turn around and stare at the wall incredulously until you fell asleep. The next morning you woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, since your apartment was always too cold to catch a good night's sleep. But somehow you felt really warm, as if you had shared the bed with another, very warm body.

…

Was that breathing you heard near your ear, right behind you? You turned around in a millisecond and went right back to incredulously staring at your house-elf-human. Holy shit, he was still there. And naked. And now he spoke, making it even harder to ignore his existence. ''Is master mad at Dabi? Should Dabi burn himself as punishment?'' He raised a hand and a very hot and very scary looking blue flame emerged from it. Great, so you had a crazy human who was convinced to be a house-elf with a fire quirk in your very small and very expensive apartment. Just great. You decided to pretend this was real. Maybe if you went along with it, he would be revealed to be a figment of your imagination and someone would send you to a mental hospital where live might be a bit more normal than this. ''N…n…no, please don't! I'm just confused, it's fine, you did nothing wrong.''

And so you had a human house-elf. You tried really hard to convince him that he wasn't an elf, but his believe in his magicalness was as unyielding as 11 year old you's. You decided to just treat him like a really confused roommate. Very, very confused. He kept standing or laying as close to you as possible, staring at you so hard you worried he would set you ablaze with his eyes. Those eyes…

They were always on you. If it wasn't such a weird situation, he might have been your type, though more ''normal'' in his speech patterns preferably. The scars didn't look ugly, just saddening when you wondered about the pain his quirk must have caught him. In order to give him and you more privacy, you gave him an old brown bedsheet as clothing since he refused anything that was new and without holes. He was actually quite helpful around the household, watching you doing daily chores and picking them up immediately the next day until all you had left to do yourself was work and grocery shopping.

He did however always manage to make you slightly uncomfortable with the way he would stare at you whenever he had nothing to do but you had to write a paper or watch a cat video. And he was absolutely horrible when he interacted with other people, other men to be exact. One time, when you forgot to tell him to hide under the blanket when the doorbell rang, the delivery man had been visible from the kitchen unit and he stared at him, an eerie smile on his face, and a blue flame in one hand. You decided to push the delivery man out of his view, grabbed the package and slammed the door shut. After that you had a serious discussion about ''politeness'' with Dabi and he just kept insisting that ''Master doesn't need anyone else, only Dabi''.

You tried to talk him out of this worldview, but every time you even remotely disagreed with him, the room suddenly got very hot and smoke poured out of his ears and you decided to drop it. Maybe you should get a post office box instead.

From that day on everything seemed mostly fine, until you came home from work, very exhausted, with a sore neck. You yawned a lot more than usual when you tapped away on your phone and stretched your arms and moved your head around in a desperate attempt to ease the pain. Suddenly, two very warm hands found their way on your shoulders and a very hard and apparently large cock pressed into you from behind.

You gasped in shock, your breath stopping. Soft, white hair tickled your neck when your ''house-elf'' whispered into your ear: ''Does master need help relaxing? Dabi saw some of those massage videos master always watches at night on her phone. The humans in the videos look very calm after the massage.''

Your eyes widened in realization and horror, your ''house-elf'' had found your browser history. Great…

You tried to wriggle free from his hold, but only managed to rub your ass into his hard, and pierced, member, making the ''house-elf'' groan softly. The deep noise made your legs quiver and pulled a pathetic whimper from your lips. To your own shame, the most recent ''massage video'' you saw came to your mind and you wondered if he would really go this far. Before you could form another coherent thought, he let go of you to grab a glass of coconut oil from the fridge, melting it's content in his hands.

Then, his oily hands wandered, one under your shirt to softly massage your left nipple and make you whimper, the other under your waistband, inside your panties, to softly rub at your clit. Apparently, he had seen one of the more ''romantic'' videos, because you also felt his lips press soft kisses all over your neck and collarbone. Maybe he was really a magical creature, since the way he played with your admittedly very single body wiped all coherent thought from your mind. He kept rubbing and rubbing your clit until you came with a very embarrassing, very high-pitched moan.

''Don't worry master, Dabi will make you feel even better''. Before you could really grasp what he meant, something warm, hard and big was slowly pressed into your now soaked pussy. An even bigger, even more pathetic whimper left your lips. At your very audible reaction to his actions your ''house-elf'' stilled inside you once he bottomed out and laid his chin on your shoulder, looking at you with the widest eyes you ever saw on him. ''Is Master in pain?''.

You shook your head, bit down on your lip, and realized that you desperately needed him to pound you against the kitchen counter. ''I'm…I'm fine, please just move''. The desperation was very audible in your voice and the look of concern disappeared from Dabi's face. Instead, he licked your ear and whispered:'' Only if you Master admits that master belongs to Dabi''.

''W…what?!''

''Say it or Dabi will burn the next man that tries to sneak into master's home with a package.''

''O..ok, whatever. Master belongs to Dabi''.

The reaction where a dark chuckle and a kiss to your ear before he pulled out of you completely to thrust back in. When you didn't protest and your moans only grew in volume, his hands wandered and he started to squeeze each breast with a very large and warm hand. For the second time that night you wondered whether he actually was magical, since this felt like a very ''magical'' experience. Definitely fantastic with the way the various piercings battered into your g-spot and your clit, making you moan and whine just as loud as the women in your ''massage videos''. When Dabi saw your head fall back on his shoulder and your tongue roll out, he decided to make sure that everyone could see you were his and bit down on your neck, hard. You yowled out in pain but he compensated for it by rubbing your clit and thrusting so hard that you came on his cock half a minute later. The sensation of your walls squeezing him tightly and your cute whines also pushed him over the edge and you could feel his warm seed trickle out of you once he slowly retreated.

The house-human picked you up and held you bridal style in his arms before you could collapse. You still groaned softly from the overstimulation and he carried you to your very small shared bed. After carefully tucking you into bed and pulling you into his naked chest, he softly pushed your hair out of your face and gave you a number of soft kisses all over you face, on your nose, cheeks and mouth.

Before you managed to fall asleep, completely exhausted, you could hear him whisper into your hair after kissing your head:

''Now Master is Dabi's mate. I love you master, but if I ever see another man at the door I will turn him into a pile of ash''.

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Chapter 147 Review:  Toxic

Story: Preview to a catastrophe

I’m going to do something a little unusual.  Rather than give a summary of what happened, I’m going to save everything else that happens that for the meta and focus the story itself on just one thing.  Garou’s return.

For a guy of many many words, Garou here is wordless, a creature of instinct, rage, and an unstoppable desire to put down any hero he encounters. Social niceties be damned.

no, Fubuki, you don’t belong in this battle

Bomb realises very quickly that this isn’t going to be a fight that he can afford to not engage fully with.  He wastes no time unleashing his trademark long-range offensive move, although he’s no slouch in close- up fighting either.  I love how the panel below superimposes several snapshots in time in a single image, as if the cameraman hasn’t enough time to separate the action into individual frames. It sells the speed and fury of the fight better than many blurry images.  Also Murata is flexing on us with regards to his portrayal of fight choreography, he’s allowed. :)

For his own part, Garou flows effortlessly from conventional to unconventional in his fighting, bending improbably out of the way one moment, parrying in an orthodox manner the next.  Eventually the seeming balance between the two breaks inexorably in Garou’s favour, leaving Bomb marvelling at the former’s incredible evolution.

Nothing for it, there’s no choice but to kill Garou if possible. Bomb hides a hand behind his back as he readies his iron-cutting fist one last time.  It’s unfortunate that Garou has long since intuited how to do the same when he faced off against the Monster King, half a day ago ( I know, it’s been years for us), and does exactly the same, matching up timing and intensity perfectly with Bomb’s, thus cancelling it out.

Bang finally catches up to where the two are fighting to find his elder brother defeated.

Just as at the end of chapter 83, master and disciple face off.  But the atmosphere between the two could not be more different, and the stakes are about as high as they could possibly get.

What new awakening will come from the next fight?  Portents are dire.

Meta: Elsewhere

What doesn’t kill me has made a tactical mistake

For a story whose big schtick is that surviving what should have killed one makes one stronger,  it’s surprising the amount and variety of mileage it gets out of that idea.

Making light of the idea, we have Genos literally rocketing back to his feet and casually dusting himself off after being smashed into a hole in the ground by Black Sperm.  After being thrown into or through so many bits of masonry and earth, getting up with elan is nothing to him.  Damn, he’s become tough! Awesome.

On the opposite side, making dark of the idea, we have Fuhrer Ugly, whose strength of hatred and rage is such that he keeps continuously reforming despite being continually digested by Gums’ digestive fluids... and has turned that into a new ability, able to melt anyone who touches him, kill with his spit, and reform after being cut.  Terrifying.

And on the other other side, a perfect hypotenuse of awesome and terrifying, we have Garou.  He has disinterred himself from the remains of the Monster Association base and while apparently fighting more by instinct than reason, his moves reprise everything he’s learned to date through his life-and-death fights with incredible fluency.

And of course, there’s Tank Top Master whose tank top seems to have magically preserved his life.  I wonder what Fubuki has in mind for Pig God to do to help her help Tank Top Master.

Anyway, talking about serious injury...

Let’s talk about gore, baby

I’ve said before that I’m tired of all injuries accruing to either Genos or Zombieman and wanted some flesh-and-blood to be mangled.  I don’t take that back: share the pain, baby!

But even for my evil heart, hoo, the brutal suddenness with which Fuhrer Ugly ended Zambai’s life was yikes!  Heroes may never die, but those next to them have no such protection.  I’m sorry man.  You paid the highest price for supporting a hero.

Heroes may never die but that doesn’t mean they can’t suffer horribly.  If Tank Top Master being turned into a human patty wasn’t grisly enough, finding out that SuperAlloy’s famously resistant shine isn’t chemically resistant is enough to give one a shudder of horror/disgust:  his hands have been defleshed down to tendon and bone.

Never mind fear; it’s going to be a while before  SuperAlloy *can* fight at all. And with his chest being burned as well, I think that he will be lucky not to come away with disfiguring scars.  He might start wearing a shirt after this...

  ONE, have some mercy for your heroes or half of them will never work again. But not too much mercy, they’ve had it too easy for too long.

There’s more to help than rescue

If you’d told me that this day would see Genos earning the trust and respect of the heroes he has called the bitch and the witch respectively, and that feeling would be mutual, I’d have told you to stop fantasising.   I’ve spent enough words talking about the unexpected compassion he showed to Fubuki when the latter was beside herself with worry for her sister.

Tatsumaki has internalised the advice Blast gave her so thoroughly that she’s come to think herself as being beyond help.  But there’s more to help than haplessly accepting rescue.   Help can also be someone intervening only when you most need it, respecting that you can generally take care of yourself.  Help can be sharing the burden, enabling you to achieve more, more easily.  Help can be having your back so you can fight without fear of ambush.  All of these forms of help Genos has provided to Tatsumaki from the moment the battle pitched high into the sky.  And she’s had his back too.  Seeing her consciously acknowledge that and lean into it was an amazing gift I didn’t know I needed. 

from allies in name only to comrades-in-arms, what a fearsome pair!  Gambatte!

Of course it can get worse

The heroes’ situation seems to be getting worse and worse.  Their number is being whittled down to size: Tank Top Master is out for the count, Bang is tied up, Superalloy Darkshine is maimed, Atomic is out of his main weapon, Child Emperor is lost somewhere and Puri Puri is looking for him, Zombieman and Amai Mask are still pulling themselves together, and Tatsumaki and Genos are standing more by spite than strength. 

On the other hand, the monsters aren’t out of monster by any means.  There’s still lots of Black Sperm, Evil Natural Water is surely sloshing around somewhere,  Vomited Furher Ugly is a pungent threat, and Homeless Emperor is watching proceedings with an amused eye.  I called the monsters the sundew monsters for a reason -- they waste heroes by outlasting their efforts.

The standing heroes are going to need respite, or a diversion, or reinforcements pretty soon or they’re going to all die for real.   Preferably all three.  We’ll take two out of three.

Further notes:  The Cyborg is Listening

The first thing Kuseno says to Genos when the latter comes back after a bruising encounter with a monster is ‘are you alright?’  That we know.  The second thing has to be ‘did you bring me good data?’  Everything that happens to Genos, everything he touches, everything he sees, everything he hears, all that information is recorded for later recall and distillation into useable data.   We’ve been admiring how capable and tough this new upgrade has proven to be.  It’s all hard-won insights, built one on the other.    Does that mean I’m discounting what Genos does?  Hell no.  It’s his extreme courage and willingness to step into the most hopeless situations that has enabled this valuable data to be gathered in the first place.  And it’s his using these wonderful upgrades to push as hard as he can despite the risk that makes it worth Kuseno’s while to stay up late to craft them.  Now I’m super-interested in finding out what new insights the pair will glean from today’s fighting.

...polite engineer for ‘fuck you’

Sure, like many serious things in One-Punch Man, it initially appears as a gag,  but if you’ve not been paying attention to date, hear this: good data is like gold dust in this world.   And people will kill for it.   As we watch the dissipating contrails where Drive Knight was as he carries his precious samples home, don’t way you weren’t warned.

[nomstellations]

Tricks and Treats

Your phone chimes as you reach your destination, and you look up from the GPS to the building before you. Spellbound Delights...it was a bakery that had just opened here, advertising pastries and treats imbued with magic. It was run by a supposed "cake witch," and you were curious about that. You've never heard of that kind of witch, did they just...conjure cakes? Were conjured cakes just as real as authentically baked ones? Curious and craving sweets, you came to find an answer. Today was its grand opening, and you came early to be the first to check it out. There wasn't anyone else here but you thankfully, and you stepped inside the bakery.

You were immediately greeted by the sweet smell of pastries and tarts, the display case was full of freshly made treats and there was even a platter set out of things to try. Some of them glittered, others constantly shifted their colors...these must be the magical ones, wonder what they do? There didn't seem to be anyone behind the counter, but you could hear someone's singing coming from the back of the bakery. However lovely their voice was you wanted a snack, so you called out to them. The singing stops, and the sound of heels clicking against the floor rapidly approaches you. A surprisingly tall woman now stands before you, her smile bright.

"Well hi there, sugar! I wasn't expecting to get a customer so early! Couldn't resist the allure of my treats, hmm~?" You take in her features rather than replying, as the first thing you noticed that her hair was made of frosting. Thick white curls fell to the side of her face and down her back, smelling of sweet cream cheese. She was wearing a frilly apron over an equally frilly red dress that went down to her knees, and she sported a red hat with white highlights and a large dollop of frosting on it. She really seemed to take the cake theme seriously, but it seemed like every part of her was made of the stuff. Noting how you stared, she gave you a patient smile and leaned against the counter. "Heehee, curious? My name's Chiffon, and I'm the only cake witch of my kind! I pioneered the field, in fact! Studying the magic permanently changed my body into cake...so why not open a bakery? I want my hard work to change lives for the better~" Her whole body was cake? Now that changed a few things. You tell her that you were interested in some of her goods made with magic, and you want to know what some of them are and what they do. Lighting up like a christmas tree, the witch sits up straight with a smile. "Of course! See, these turnovers here can grant you good luck for the whole day, and those blueberry scones can give you a confidence boost….these here are just regular apple fritters, but they're absolutely delectable!" As Chiffon rambles on about cakes that can cure curses and pies that can grant flight, you eye her with a hungry stare. You occasionally had some more…predatory inclinations, and while you had come here for a sweet snack there was something far sweeter and more filling right in front of you. The biggest cake of all was right here, why not enjoy it? You just need to take the chance….

Interrupting her ramble, you tell Chiffon that you're looking to...taste some of her goods before buying any. She gestures proudly to a tray of snacks she set out, presumably for customers to try. "Sure thing, honeybun~ Might I recommend the petit fours? They're small, but flavorful!" You had no intention of actually buying anything now that you had your eyes on the prize, but you might as well play along and make your move while she was distracted. You pick up one of the little cakes, admiring the cute star candy it was decorated with before taking a bite. It tasted sweet and had strawberry frosting inside, and you hummed in delight at its flavor. At the very least it tasted great, and a warmth started to flow through you. Maybe this cake was magic? It probably did something cute, like make it so you'd be happy all day...you would be when you got a taste of Chiffon, that's for sure. However…. When did the bakery get a bit bigger? Or rather, when did you get a bit smaller? Chiffon's heels clicking against the floor got your attention, and you looked to see her towering over you. She has a small but somewhat smug grin, and she leans down to your level.

"Maybe you should've asked more about those, sweetie~ The "petit" part is rather literal! You didn't get as small as I thought, though...guess you have a bit of magic resistance in you! Oh well, you're even cuter like this...like a little teddy bear!" You're very confused, but before you can ask her hands wrap around your waist and lift you up much like a cat. She brings you up to her face, her smile growing wider. Your befuddled expression earns a chuckle out of her, and her grip gets a bit tighter. "I saw the looks you were giving me...it wasn't the snacks in the case you wanted, was it? Sorry sugar, but I'm never on the menu~" You pale a bit, she knew? You were in trouble now. "You know...you look cute enough to eat right now~ Guess you're learning the hard way that this snack bites back, huh?" She lifts you up above her head, and you start wriggling around as you realize her plans. "Come now, you'll be just fine! I only hope that you won't be too rattled after this...I'd like it if you came by again sometime, hehe~" Come back? She was going to eat you! You wriggle but she waves her free hand, and you find your movements slowing down and becoming sluggish. "Settle down, you'll be just fine~ Haven't you always wanted to lay on some soft cake? Well, you'll be laying in it soon!" Without wasting any more time she opens her mouth, lowering you inside. Her tongue comes up and grazes your legs and you shudder a bit, regretting wearing shorts out today. You were far too big for her to eat in one go, so she opted to take her time as she steadily lowered you in farther. A deep slow gulp marks the start of your descent, and you find that even if you had the strength to wiggle you couldn’t. The cakey muscles of her throat were tight, and her saliva seemed to be...sticky? Was it some kind of glaze? Whatever it was it clung to you, and you slowly sunk into her mouth with each swallow. Chiffon hummed and you could feel the vibrations around you, supposedly she liked the way you tasted. You were pulled into her throat without much incident, now slowly sliding down towards her stomach. Interestingly enough you could hear the sounds of her body working, seems like everything still worked even after being turned into living food. While her biology did interest you, you didn’t want a look this close! Peristalsis seemed to be doing its job rather well despite your sticky situation, and after a few moments it pushed you into a somewhat more spacious chamber. The walls were slick much like a real stomach’s, but they were so much more softer. You landed in a pool of glaze, similar to the kind you’d put on donuts. Was this her equivalent of stomach acids…? It felt warm in here, like a freshly baked cake, and the walls closed in with a delighted growl to rub against you and check you out. The witch herself sighed happily from above, giving the bump you made in her middle a gentle rub. The way her dress puffed out should cover you nicely, though you filled her up pretty well...she’ll manage with a bit of extra weight, today was the grand opening of her bakery after all! “So~ How do you like feeling that that cake felt? You’d have to try a lot harder than that to get your hands on me, cutie~” She chuckled, and you found your face flushing a bit in embarrassment. “Not to worry, though….you’ll be safe. I’ll just have to hold onto you for a while for trying to ruin my opening day! I promise to get you cleaned up when you’re out, I’m not cruel. Enjoy your ride!” She started to move, and your world rocked gently back and forth. It smelled really sweet in here, and the warmth was honestly nice...she wasn’t being malicious, so you didn’t feel as tense as you used to. Maybe you could just mellow out and relax in here, with the consistent movement of her stomach allowing you to relax. You wondered however, if there was any kind of magic that could safely get all this glaze out of your hair and clothes...

[klbwriting]

Unexpected Allies - Epilogue

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kaz/female!Reader

Summary: just a little wrap up that maybe opens the door for more fun with these two

Note: there is like the most casual mention of smut in this, I hope you don’t mind!  

Taglist:  @mcntsee @amwitherspoon @cxlpxrnia @fcvcritecrime​ @aysegust​ @sagewrites111​ @spawn0fsatan​ @itsemy01 @thedelusionreaderbitch

I literally just wanted an excuse to use this GIF 

              Kaz groaned softly as he lay back on the bed, sweat dripping, Y/N falling forward, lying next to him, both of them fully satisfied. She let an arm fall across his naked chest and traced some of his scars.  He couldn’t lie, the Little Palace bed was perfect for a tumble, and ever since their first day there they had been taking advantage of the room.   Y/N still hadn’t given an answer to being queen and Kaz had a feeling she would be waiting until the last possibly moment.  

              “You know, I think that is my favorite part about meeting you,” Y/N said, kissing his shoulder.  “Totally worth the wait.”  He smirked a little.  Their first night Y/N had slept soundly for the first time in weeks and Kaz hadn’t left her side.  The next day seemed like even more work, meetings, greeting the other armies officially, and so many people wanted to meet Y/N that Kaz had barely had any time with her.  So after dinner when she found him in the hallway he had whisked her away, wasting no time after getting back in their room.  Kaz hadn’t thought much about tumbling with anyone before Y/N, his interest in most women fading quickly once money wasn’t involved.  But after a night with Y/N, he didn’t think he wanted to do anything for the foreseeable future.  

              “We need to get up, you promised to give an answer about leading Ravka today,” he said, not moving in the slightest.   Y/N sighed and pushed off the bed, moving to dress. Kaz watched her, admiring her once again.  She looked and caught him staring and raised her eyebrow.  “What? Not everyday I’m in bed with a naked queen.”

              “Actually, that’s been your entire life for the past month and a half,” she laughed.  She finished dressing and looked at him.  “You coming Rietveld?” He rolled his eyes and stood, but he no longer hated when she called him that.  He was sliding on his shirt when he knocked his jacket off the dresser, a small box falling from the pocket.  He froze when Y/N picked it up and opened it.  “Kaz…”

              “I wanted you to make your decision first…without me being involved,” he tried to explain.  She looked at him, eyes soft.

              “Kaz, we both know that I’m not cut out for this life and neither are you, we both need to be out there, causing trouble for everyone else, so if you want to ask me something, I would ask it,” she said, tossing him the box.  He pulled out a black ring with a ruby stone.  He had stolen it from the old royal jewels that were stored in the Little Palace, knowing that in Ravka it was traditional to have a ring when proposing.

              “You know I’m not going to get on a knee or anything,” he said.  She laughed. “But, Y/N, I can’t stay here, and neither can you so how about we get married quick and then run away?  Get on a boat to Kerch and never look back?”  She smiled and nodded.

              “Let’s do all that and cause some chaos in the process,” she said, holding out her hand.  Kaz slid on the ring and wrapped his arms around her.  

              “We should tell Inej and Mal first, considering they’re mostly in charge,” he said.   Y/N nodded.

              “Also, they’re sharing a room now so easier to find,” she said casually.  Kaz snapped his head to look at her.  This was new, he hadn’t realized anything was going on between them but apparently the Wraith was keeping her secrets close.  “What?  I saw them leaving his room this morning and well, they had the same look we probably are wearing right now.”

              Kaz had barely had time to recover from this new information when Y/N was dragging him out of the room.  They found Mal’s room and knocked.  Mal opened the door a little, shirtless and Kaz could see he was pretending to have been sleeping.

              “Ok, come on we know Inej is in there,” Y/N said. Mal just pretended to be confused. “Ok fine, I don’t care, tomorrow me and Kaz are getting married, be there.”

              “Tomorrow?” Mal asked. Kaz looked at Y/N with a smile.

              “Yes, we are getting married and also we are going to recommend that you and Inej run Ravka with the leaders council,” she said.  “I don’t want to be queen, I’m not a queen.” Mal sighed.  

              “Ok, well congratulations anyway, making a huge mistake with this guy but have fun,” Mal said with a smile.   Y/N punched his shoulder softly.

              “By Inej!” Kaz called into the room.

              “Congratulations…” she called back, still out of sight. Y/N and Kaz laughed, his arm going around her as they went to find the other Dregs at breakfast.  

              Nina, Jesper, and Wylan were excited to see the ring, Jesper bragging about how he made it before Kaz told the truth about stealing it. Matthias glowered.

              “A demon and a witch…this is going to be a disaster,” he grumbled.  Nina nudged him and he smiled at little.  

              “Also, we’re leaving tomorrow night, 12 bells, if you’re coming meet at the old palace, we’re going back to Ketterdam to see how they’re rebuilding,” Kaz said.  “Get in on the ground floor and run the Barrel again.”  Nina shook her head.

              “I think Matthias and I are going to stay here,” she said.  “Settle down now.”   Y/N hugged her friend tightly.  “I’ll miss you guys though.  Is Inej going?”

              “We didn’t tell her.  She’s loyal and I know she would go with me if I asked but she’s happier here where she can make a good difference in the world,” Kaz said.  “Jesper, Wylan, you coming?”

              “Hell yes we are, I have to be honest, I need to get out of here,” Jesper said.

              “Only because you owe so many people money,” Wylan muttered, earning him a nudge from his boyfriend.

                The joining was small, only the Dregs and Mal, and as soon as it was over Kaz and Y/N packed to leave.   Y/N glanced at Kaz’s bag, noticing it was already full and he was trying to shove in a vase from the Darkling’s office.  

              “Here, I stole some smaller items,” Y/N said, opening her almost empty bag.  Kaz glanced inside and saw the entirety of the crown jewels sitting at the bottom.  “Their mistake for giving me unlimited access.” Kaz smirked and put the vase in the bag before kissing her deeply.  They heard 12 bells strike and headed to the old palace.  Jesper, Wylan, and Inej were there waiting.  Inej looked to Kaz a little annoyed.

              “Did you think you could sneak away without even a goodbye to me?” she asked.  Kaz looked a little guilty.  

              “I didn’t want to make you choose…”      

              “I wasn’t going to choose you Kaz, not anymore,” she said.  “But I hope you’ll come and visit sometime now that the Fold is out of the way.”  Kaz shrugged and then felt the little Suli woman hug him tight.  He was surprised but wrapped his arms around her also.  “I will miss you Kaz Brekker.  Don’t screw up with Y/N, remember she can kill you.”  Inej turned to Y/N and hugged her also.  “Keep him safe or remember that I can kill you.”  

              “You are amazing Inej, I will miss you so much,” Y/N said, hugging her.  “Come on, we should go, there’s a sand skiff leaving for the True Sea this afternoon and we want to be on it.”  The four Dregs headed to the stables, stealing themselves some horses before riding off to find home.

[doctor-plagueis]

RWBY Booty Tier List

Hi I said it would happen so now it's gonna happen, time to rate asses and explain why I gave them that rating...

(also they are in order from flattest to phattest)

[This took way too long (T-T) ]

Starting with D TIER Aka Flat as fuck

Raven: Ya go to the lowest tier in D tier ya all-tits-no-ass having ass, you deadbeat fucko (I really don't like parents who leave their children, how'd you guess?).

Weiss : Sorry girl but even with all your dance training, your Sperm donor's DNA is in you, if it was just your mom's DNA you'd rocket up to A TIER, still more ass than Raven tho, which says a lot about Raven since Weiss is as flat as a wooden plank (sorry @naughtyweiss your girl has no ass).

All of team NDGO: these bitches show up once or twice, and, in the novels they do something bad? I didn't read it, but they like sacrifice some people to the Grimm or something? Anyways they have almost no ass too little to actually matter.

C TIER Aka Too much muscle

Pyrrha : Sorry unbeatable girl your life style is just too healthy, with all her exercises and no fat foods she has no cushioning, I'm sorry Pyrrha you just have too much muscle.

Reese : With all her skating she must have some muscle in the back, like literally, her muscles are trained to keep her on the board during combat so her ass is super firm, but that's a bit of a downside since it's too firm, kinda hard actually like really hard.

Also she gives me party animal girl vibes, that doesn't affect anything just thought I'd mention it.

Elm: Have you seen how tall and beefy that girl is? Now does this affect her backside...mmm...kind of? Her ass is just and, I mean just muscle which is bad because no cushioning.

But her thighs tho mm~mm delicious.

Yang : Yang is all about her upper body, she's proud of her tits and her arms, she is Miss "punch first ask later" after all, so i can actually see her skipping some leg days, like Reese her booty is alot of muscle but not so much cushion, sorry Yang.

Arslan : Like Yang, Arslan is all about working out and honing her body to peak physical fighting ability, however, this girl has genetics on her side, her tits aren't as big as Yang’s however, she make up for having a tentsy little bit of cushion for the pushin' not really enough to be B TIER though.

B TIER Aka Now were gettin' good

Penny Ver.2 : Penny Version 1 was pure metal (at least in my headcanon) so she was all legs no butt, however, Penny Version 2 (again in my headcanon) had synthetic skin, now I'm not saying Pietro is some weird pervert giving his child a fat ass, but he was "generous" which was inaccurate as...

Penny (human) : Penny as a human never had the chance to exercise [fuck you RT (T-T)], so her booty was a little lacking but it was still bigger and rounder than her robot body.

Ruby: Now you and I both know that with all the sweets Ruby eats she isn't exactly thin, good thing though is all the fat goes to her ass, Ruby has that fatty y'all!

Neo : I'm sure people will question this one but, Neo's height is a detrement on her ass, since she's so short her ass has to be proportional to her actual height, so for women her height she has so much ass but compared to the others in this list it isn't as much.

Coco: Coco takes care of her fashion and her body. She does squats often and keeps a balance between fat and firmness. Unfortunately genetics gave her a cute face but not a phat ass, sorry queen.

Summer: Same as Ruby except she has that MILFY boost to her hips and booty (she also has bigger tits but, oh well this isn't the Titty Tier list so...).

Winter : Training for the military helped null the taint of Jacques DNA in her, so she took a bit more of her mother’s blessed genes, her ass isn't exactly impressive like the girls in A TIER but it's nothing to scoff at either, unlike her sister (sorry Weissey).

Miltiades "Miltia" : both sisters wear heels, however, Miltia has bigger boobs than her twin while Mel has a bigger booty, still wearing heels and being as acrobatic as they both are requires a lot of lower body training, and also since they work at a club as security they do know how to seduce people, and that did affected their rating.

A TIER Aka Nearly perfectly fuckable

Harriet : Now to be one hundred percent honest Harriet has more thighs than ass, however, with her focus on speed and the training she does, she must have a nice fuckable ass, not the biggest or roundest but really, really nice.

Melanie: Both sisters are guards for Junior's club, but, I like to think that Mel also works as a Stripper or Lap dancer (Hooker if you got enough to buy her services and have a dick big enough, she's a bit of a size queen), so she worked on making her already fat ass even better and also took the time to hone her sex appeal, those being her twerking and lapdancing.

Velvet : Bunny gal has some phat Bunny Buns if ya catch my meaning, like go back to volume 3 and get a good look at her costume, girl's got hips and ass like she was bred for it!

Willow: Have you seen her in the newest volumes?? She has a chance (admittedly small) against the legendary bellabooties Gahtdayum!

Too bad she wasted it with a nearly sterile fucking shit pile of a human like Jacques, ugh... (How he managed to have 3 children baffles me, must've taken half the world’s supply of Viagra)

[Side note our favorite Schnee femboy took after his mom, if he was on the list he'd be just below Harriet hehe].

A+ TIER Candidates for the Bubble Booty Brigade (BBB)

Glynda : Glynda is a professional huntress, she is a teacher and she's decked out in dominatrix gear, can I make it any clearer?

Salem : Salem is the original MILF, the thiccest witch of remnant , and also, she has magic and is technically a monster girl sooo... that gives her extra points (who would've guessed I like monster girls hehe).

The next entry might be blasphemous for some and for that I apologize but...

Blake and Kali : I'm sorry kitties, even though the belabooties are know world wide they are not yet in the BBB. Blake has the firmer booty because of her time in the Fang but Kali has the MILF bonus.

Because of their similarities and their diferences they tie for top of A+ tier.

S TIER The BUBBLE BOOTY BRIGADE

The three heavenly asses of remnant, only three girl stand a top the mountain of the perfect Bubble Booty and they are in order...

May Zedong : May has been depicted by the fandom as being really curvy, especially the cow udders she calls breasts, however she hides her curves under her clothes. The same applies to the fucking badonk she hides in her baggy pants, so much so in fact, that May should be number two of the BBB but because she's so shy about her body she's demoted to number three, still, being a member of the Brigade is a blesing of itself.

Emerald Sustrai : As stated in the previous entry Em should be number three, but because May is so shy and Emerald isn't they swaped places. Em is number two because of one singular thing, she knows her ass is her best atribute, and she fucking flaunts it, she knows she can make men and futas pitch tents, and make women stare like horndogs just by walking past them. Not only that, but she wear clothes that accentuate her ass from short shorts to miniskirts, she knows how to make anyone undeserving cream themselves just by swaying her hips a little and winking. Her seduction skills boosted her above everyone else except one.

NORA VALKYRIE THE ONE TRUE BUBBLE BOOTY OF REMNANT

Every single step a jiggle, every single jump or tiny hop and the world stops to stare, every time she passes by jaws hit the floor, every man woman and futa either wants Nora or wants to be Nora.

Nora's voluptuous cheeks are legendary and the worst part of it all is: She does know the effect she has on people, and she gives zero shits about it.

Because no one is worthy of her divine ass cheeks, except for two men: Jaune Arc and Lie Ren.

She's found her studs the ones who care for her, love her, give her the world AND the ones who have huge bitch breaking cocks to fuck her into the sheets like rutting animals.Every.Single.Night.

Every day of her life is one big teasing session for her studs, she purposefully wear skirts just short enough to see the glorious bounce, she always finds excuses to bend over, she sits on their laps as often as possible.

Just so she can have the mind blowing three ways she has every night.

All hail Booty Queen Nora Valkyrie.

Now everyone thank you for being patient this was something i spent a few days writing (like 3-4 days) and I only wrote this for that time so I hope y'all like it.

Some chacters are missing I know, but I really am comfortable with how it is now.

As always this SHOULD NOT AFFECT YOUR WRITING.

This was a thought experiment of mine, and like I always say in this sort of thing WRITE HOW YOU WANT TO WRITE I hope this was clear.

Thanks for reading and please if you so desire share it with friends.

But for now see ya!

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Killian Jones having ZERO chill

Our Captain doesn't take well to his Swan being in danger...

Nor being separated from her...

The following is a list of instances of Killian Jones having ZERO chill when it comes to Emma Swan

He was desperate to reach her

He’d still be there chipping away at the ice with his hook if that’s what it took...

Killian Jones faced the Wicked Witch to get Emma back when no one else would.

Sorry isn’t good enough! Emma’s in danger! She thinks that I’ve abandoned her. I have to get back and tell her the truth.

Black Beard: What's so important that you'd be willing to trade your beloved ship for a magic bean... again? Killian: I've been separated from the woman I love, and now she's in danger.

The Jolly Roger was his home. He’s traded it twice for Emma Swan. Not only that, he outran a curse to reach her.

It’s me again. I’m sorry for leaving so many messages...

If I can’t find her, I can damn well bring her to me. Dark One, with this dagger, I command thee. Return!

The woman I love is in danger and every second I spend arguing with you should be spent finding a way back to her!

Emma, are you there? I didn't mean to leave. I was... I was on my way back to you, and... Gideon... he sent me away. I would never leave you. Emma, he wanted me out of the way. And I love you. I don't know if you can hear me, but... I'm trying to get home to you... and I won't ever stop until I do.

He was desperate to save her

When you asked me to dispose of those shears... I didn't. I couldn't lose the one thing that might help save you. Even if that meant you hated me, but luckily, your boy made me see the error of my ways. And before you say anything, they're at the bottom of the ocean where they can tell no tales.

So, yes, I'm gonna climb this beanstalk and I am gonna find that bean...because I'm not gonna lose everything I have just because some bitter fairy cast another bloody curse!

Hook: We'll find another way to defeat the Snow Queen... Together.

I don’t even think he noticed Elsa. Killian Jones scared that his arch enemy would take Emma away from him too breaks my heart. The look of desperation on his face. His need to connect with her. And then his quiet declaration of “I’m a fan of every part of you”.

He was desperate to help her

Killian Jones just does not sit still when Emma is in danger. He knows she can take care of herself. He knows she is capable. But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to be by her side where he belongs. Watching her back.

How often did he rush to her side?

He faced the Wicked Witch to get back to her and here he went up against the most powerful Dark One to buy her a little more time to defeat the black fairy.

Elsa: I'm not coming with you. There's someone out there with powers like mine. I need to find out who. I...I can't just hide out in some sheriff's station. Hook: Oh. Well, that works out quite nicely, then. 'Cause that's not where we're going. Elsa: It's not? Hook: With Emma running into danger? Not a chance in hell. And the sheriff's station's that way.

Elsa: And what's that way? Hook:  With any luck, danger.

Hades is out there now, threatening Emma, and I bloody well need to find a way to save her.

We don't have time to waste on a bloody dance. Emma: I'm not going to go dark in one night. Hook: I'm not willing to take that chance. Your Majesty... When are we gonna start our quest to find Merlin?

Side note: You know she’s thinking “shut up and dance with me tonight”

I spent over a century trying to find a way to kill the Bloody Crocodile. I can spend at least that long trying to save the woman I love.

David: Hook, Merlin's helping Emma. Hook: Is he?! She's sitting out there right now, making things to pull memories out of people's heads, because that's what she does now instead of sleeping. I'm not quite seeing the helping!

He gets cranky when people aren’t doing enough to help him help her

He was desperate to defend her

He wouldn’t let anyone control Emma with the dagger. He knows what its like to be under someone’s control. And... he knows it needs to be her choice and he trusted her to make the right one.

He didn’t even like his old self trifling with her affections (though who was he kidding... had he remembered he’d given up everything and followed her as he admits later!)

So, that's what you think it's about? A sword she hasn't actually used?

He spent the first half of season five doing nothing but defending Dark Swan to the others.

BUT... ONE FINAL THING....

Since Killian Jones just wasn’t one to sit idly by...

I spent over a century trying to find a way to kill the Bloody Crocodile. I can spend at least that long trying to save the woman I love.

Tell me why he’d do so during the Wish Realm?

This is how you can spot fan service... characters often go out of character in order to make it happen. The Wish Realm was pure Queenie fan service garbage. Change my mind.