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jokressley · 6 years ago

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JOSIAH KRESSLEY ( ROSS LYNCH / HE/HIM ) - is a SIXTEEN year old JUNIOR student at Northlake High. They sit with the WANNABEES at lunch and are commonly known around school as the CRESTFALLEN, because they’re COMPASSIONATE and INCISIVE, but also QUIXOTIC and VOLATILE.

“ah fuck, i can’t believe you’ve done this”

for those of you who don’t know me... hi! i’m mark, i’m 22. est, he/him. huge theatre nerd, gryffindor, taurus. likes long walks on the beach, etc. i was here and left bc life got hectic but i’m back!!!! i couldn’t stay away from my functional/disaster gay so here i am

anyway here’s josiah! new fc, same gay. here’s a rlly mediocre about page (bio to come). and here’s a pinterest board

uh idk here’s his Three Things™ from the app ig:

1) josiah’s sexuality is one of northlake’s worst-kept secrets. while he’s never officially come out (he doesn’t see the point, it shouldn’t be a big deal), nearly everyone knows that he’s gay. he’s comfortable enough with who he is, but he doesn’t feel the desire to be “the gay kid” or anything like that. the bullying and teasing has subsided ever since ella disappeared, but you’re still not going to catch him pulling any stunts at prom like you see in the movies.

2) he has tried his hardest to be a rock and anchor for his parents and the rest of his family and everybody at school, but it’s getting harder and harder the longer this all goes on. jo’s getting desperate for answers, and is starting to act more reckless as a result.

3) he has a tattoo of the deathly hallows on his wrist because he’s in love with harry potter. he almost got ella’s name over his heart at the end of summer, but backed out at the last second because it felt too final. other attributes: he has a scar on the side of his face from falling out of a tree when he was eight.

uh he’s mostly the same but i am gonna update some stuff so i’ve kinda just copied and pasted and tacked on from the old intro!!!

so yeah he’s ella’s younger brother. just under a year apart, though they were often mistaken for twins growing up

she’s a bigger and bolder personality where as he’s a tad chiller (sometimes).

with everything he does he’s still fairly popular, as was she; but he’s not like... cool, per se. you know the type.

jo’s a wannabee and it’s ?? really not like he has any desire to climb to the top. he’s just always been a friendly guy and kind of naturally landed here

he’s in mostly honors classes, has spent time in a lot of clubs, so he knows a lot of people

he kinda spent a lot of time in ella’s shadow so once he got to high school he really decided to forge his own path

currently: stu gov (historian), school paper (writer), drama club (techie), lgbt club

formerly: baseball, soccer, yearbook, academic decathlon, events committee

spent a lot of freshman year trying out different activities & had intentions to follow thru on more but then ella disappeared and things got complicated

student gov and the school paper allow him to be rlly involved and be nosy, two of his favorite things

ella’s more inclined to the spotlight but jo couldn’t resist when she texted him and said they needed bodies backstage so now he’s a regular techie

anyway speaking of ella . . . . like his skeleton says, he hasn’t taken it well and is SUPER not thrilled to be dealing with their parents by himself

he doesn’t believe that she’s dead, or that she ran away, or any of the other 83483 rumors that have cropped up in the past year and will get pretty defensive if he hears anyone talking about it

as far as he’s concerned, she’s missing and she’s alive …somewhere

hates that people seem to forget about any of the previous victims every time a new one happens

they’re all important, obviously, but like … ella, mostly

overall he’s kind of a mess but he’s handling it fairly well. a+ compartmentalizing!!!

listen he loves his parents and they’re great and he understands why they’re overbearing but holy shit is it exhausting being around them anymore

will look for any excuse to get out of the house because meals are incredibly tense and awkward as they have been for a year

he’s gay (obviously) and he wants to tell them but he doesn’t want to put more on their plates and honestly they probably already know so why bother?

as stated above he’s gotten more reckless and where he would only occasionally drink when the occasion arose?? now you can catch him partying most weekends, gets high sometimes.

not crazy but like … crazy by kressley standards.

sometimes he does it to numb, sometimes he does it to allow himself to have some fun in this fucked up world they’re living in

uh there’s definitely more that i’m forgetting in the moment!

wanted connections:

a current boy toy (whether they’re dating or just hooking up idc)

a past fling (again, their status tbd)

best friend (ella was/is his person but this would be his #2)

former friends (maybe something happened or they’ve just grown apart)

club/activity pals

fellow wannabees duh

enemies or frenemies like... he’s a lot sometimes, i’m sure he can rub people the wrong way

#norla:intro #◇ the sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze ⌊ character. ⌉

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mcgnifiques · 6 years ago

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a moodboard for louis weasley ( 1 / ? )

#☓ the sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze — ⌊ character. ⌉#☓ all this and love too will ruin us — ⌊ moodboard. ⌉#mine tag tbd #me making this to avoid replies???#more likely than you'd think

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rcgblvck · 6 years ago

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MICHAEL JOHNSTON —— Well, if it isn’t REGULUS BLACK, the SLYTHERIN superstar. For those of you who don’t know HIM, you can spot them sitting with the other SIXTH years. Most people think that they’re AFFABLE and TRUSTWORTHY, but they can also seem pretty AIMLESS and RESERVED. Sometimes people call them the CONTINGENT. Sure, they’re a PUREBLOOD, but that doesn’t define them. (( icb I’m doing this ))

hey darren 😇 sup bitch 😏 ha stop 😌 bitch 👅 😩

i can’t believe i allowed myself to be talked into this ur all a bunch of bad influences

jk nobody asked for this but i’m doing it anyway so don’t say i never did anything for you guys

alright so. u know the drill. about here. i’m gonna try and write a bio later or smth. we’ll see. not even gonna link a wanted bc y’all know i don’t have that yet.

apologizing in advance bc this was another 4am app/intro

i think he’s gonna be a bit more outgoing than i’m used to seeing??? mostly bc i can’t write quiet characters for shit

reg is hella intelligent and rlly good at quidditch and ofc is in slug club

god i already hate him

he started out getting super involved and staying active to please/impress his parents but now he’s kinda trapped

speaking of... ok so like he loves his parents bc that’s what you’re supposed to do but he doesn’t particularly like them

absolutely feels like they like the IDEA of him more than they actually like him

and he doesn’t know how he feels about blood purity so please don’t ask him!!! (you should ask him)

like scientifically (do wizards believe in science???) speaking he knows that it doesn’t make any sense and that there are muggleborns and half-blood who are just as bright (if not brighter) than he is

but also the culture/his parents scare him and he doesn’t wanna rock the boat

he feels very suffocated by pureblood society and he tries really hard to hide that but it’s difficult

he’s a people pleaser. he wants people to like him and he doesn’t want any enemies

his image is carefully cultivated!!!

but not like in a “everything i do is a lie in order to get people to like me”

like in that way where you’re hyper aware of how you dress/speak/act/walk/breathe when you’re sixteen because you’re sixteen years old and life is pain

he’s pretty sure sirius has given up on him :/// but he wants to fight for them

bc sirius was his best friend before he left

it’s rlly sad i’ve got a lot of feels

his parents have been feeding him shit about that whole debacle

but reg knows most of it is bullshit bc he was eavesdropping the entire time!!! sike bitches

i was going back and forth between him being bi or gay but i think he’s gay. i might change my mind. stay tuned. he’s a toddler he’s got time to figure it out

this is so dumb but i’m committed to it. regulus is a fucking seer.

i can not express enough that he has no idea what the fuck is happening

for as long as he can remember he’s had really fucking weird dreams and he never gave it any thought beyond “that’s a lot of nightmares” but i mean look at his family. his entire family is a fucking nightmare. are we surprised?

but recently they’ve grown in intensity and specificity and they’re harder to ignore

sometimes he just gets like. feelings, or vibes, and he doesn’t know what to do with this information

he’s not cool enough to get prophecies. just random stuff like tuesday’s weather, or quidditch results, or test answers for classes he isn’t even taking

NOT something he advertises bc he knows it would make him look like a freak

that’s so not raven

honestly? sirius MIGHT be the only person reg ever told prior to the rp SO there’s that :-)

yikes this is rough anyway come hit me up to plot n shit

#— the sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze ( character. )#novum:intro

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max-is-tired · 5 years ago

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Magic Mirror (Mirror’s Magic) Chapter 2

Pairing: brotherly Logince, future romantic Royality

Characters: Roman Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Logan Sanders (mentioned), Patton Sanders (mentioned)

Words: 2.809

Warnings for this chapter: Angst, Roman angst, implied character death, captivity, magic, morally-grey Deceit Sanders, Roman takes a very brash decision and someone else has to bear the consequences, please tell me if I forgot something

Notes: You guys have no idea how proud I am of this part -I had to split it in two bc it was becoming a monster of a chapter, but this right here?? God, I’m so so happy with how it turned out.

Thank you so much to @tigertigertigger for betaing this chapter and, well, I swear this fic will have a happy ending. It’ll just take a while to get there.

I hope you enjoy your daily dose of angst :)

(This story is heavily inspired by two Vocaloid songs. This chapter -and the next one- are inspired by this song.)

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Go check @keuwibird‘s amazing art for this fic here!!

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We’ve seen Patton’s story unfold, everything beginning in an inconspicuous little cottage in the woods.

We’ve seen how a simple wish has granted him a second chance, seen how his selflessness brought an entire kingdom, destroyed by war and death, back to its former grandeur.

We’ve seen how Patton was given the most tempting of gifts, the power to bend reality itself right to his fingertips, and chose happiness, kindness, love –and we’ve seen exactly how high of a price he had to pay for it.

“What happens next?” You might ask.

Unfortunately, that is a difficult question to answer. Before we can properly do so, there’s one more tale we need to tell, one more destiny we need to show.

It’s the story of a young boy, born with magic buzzing through his veins and a million dreams running through his head.

It’s the story of a young prince, second son of the late king and queen, destined to serve and protect his kingdom and its people until his last breath.

It’s the story of a young knight, as talented with the sword as his brother is with words, forest green eyes twinkling red when emotions run wild and caramel brown hair always messed up by running in the wind.

It’s a story of magic, of choices, of misery and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of love.

It’s not a happy story, this one –and it all starts with betrayal.

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They thought they were prepared for it.

Logan had never been really loved by their so-called allies, even less since their parents died and he took their place on the throne –he’s young and quick-witted, well-versed in the arts of politics and diplomacy.

They couldn’t fool him with treaties and complicated negotiations, they’d learned that soon enough –Roman has had more than once the satisfaction to see that realization dawn on their faces, standing proudly at his brother’s side while barely being able to keep himself from giving them the smuggest smile he can muster.

So yeah, both Logan and Roman have always been very much aware of the fact that most representatives from the neighboring kingdoms aren’t very fond of them. Still, never in a million years could they have predicted it would all come to this.

Roman stares blankly at the ruined blue robe in the guard’s hands, eyes fixed on the dark patches covering the all-too-familiar golden ornaments –that’s Logan’s coat, he would recognize it anywhere, their family’s crest almost impossible to recognize under all the dried blood that’s Logan’s blood those bastards killed his brother-

“My prince,” comes a voice from his side, the captain of the royal guard stepping forward with a gaze as hard as steel and his mouth set into a thin line, “this means war.”

Silence falls in the room, heavy and charged as the prince takes a deep breath and straightens his back. When Roman opens his eyes again, they’re blazing red, a familiar fire burning inside him as his magic rumbles angrily in his soul.

“Then war they’ll have.”

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When Roman marches into war, there isn’t a single ounce of doubt or regret in his mind –those bastards have taken his brother away from him, and he’s dead set on making them pay for it dearly, no matter what it will take.

At that moment, he’s more than ready to sacrifice his own kingdom if it means Logan’s murderers will burn down with it. Who cares if he survives it all? At least his brother’s death will be avenged.

Sadly, that’s not what happens.

Their enemy is strong and organized, having meticulously planned for this since the very beginning –Roman’s kingdom has always had a remarkable military force, but with so little time to prepare compared to their opponents, it’s no wonder it goes as bad as it does.

The battle lasts barely a month, the opposing army quickly piercing their defense and pushing them more and more into retreat. It’s not long before they get completely overwhelmed, crushed and defeated.

Roman never admits defeat, not completely –even as his army is decimated right in front of his eyes, even as his kingdom is set ablaze and he’s forced to kneel in front of those he once called allies.

“You will pay for this,” he seethes even as his face is pressed in the mud, magic boiling helplessly in his blood even as the enchanted restraints he has been put in keep it at bay.

“Oh, little prince,” they smile, drunk in their victory as Roman’s home burns to ashes around them, "we'd like to see you try."

Roman roars in anger, kicking and struggling and biting even as two guards haul him to his feet and start dragging him towards his own castle.

"Lock him in one of the towers,", one of the leaders says, waving them away.

"After all, what's a prince without his castle?"

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Our story should end here.

It should end with Roman sitting in the sealed tower, left alone to rot away in the place he once called his home.

It should end with Roman trapped forever in the dark, left with the knowledge that his kingdom is in shambles and his brother's death will never be avenged.

That's the end fates had designed for him, this cruel destiny written in the stars from the very moment of his birth, and yet.

And yet.

An uninvited guest knocks at the door.

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If you were to ask Roman what he remembers from that fateful night, he would tell you it was dark and stormy outside -and he would be right.

Let's picture it together -thunder and lightning flashing outside, rain pouring from the sky as a lonely prince stares blankly at the ceiling of his cell, wondering when the end will finally come.

Then, a knock comes through the silence, startling him out of his spiraling thoughts.

Roman's first thought goes to the guards tasked with shoving food into the cell -never enough to really satisfy him or leave him at top strength, but just enough to keep him alive and healthy enough to not risk starvation or dehydration.

(He's also pretty sure they periodically slip in some sort of magic suppressant, his powers feeling weak and dormant in his blood, but Roman has figured that would happen the moment they removed the enchanted restraints from his wrists -if that hadn't been the case he would have already blown up the entire tower.)

Then, he frowns and throws a confused look at the tiny excuse of a window hovering several feet over his head -yup, still nighttime, the absolute darkness punctuated by sudden sparks of lightning as the storm outside keeps raging on. And since the sun hasn't risen just yet and he gets food only once when the night comes -which he remembers happening just a few hours prior- Roman's pretty sure that's not a strangely considerate guard, knocking to make their presence known.

So, that begs the question: who is it?

As another knock resounds in the otherwise silent cell, Roman cautiously stands up and quietly shuffles towards the closed door, hoping to somehow gain more clues about whoever is on the other side.

His hand hovers just a few inches from the door, a strange feeling pooling in his stomach as Roman suddenly finds himself hesitating -it's like a pull in his gut, a sense of uneasiness he finds eerily familiar, like a puzzle piece he knows is missing, but can't identify.

The resounding click of a lock coming undone jerks Roman out of his thoughts, sending him staggering backward as the door swings open and a cloaked figure calmly shuffles in.

"Hello, Your Highness," a voice draws from under the cloak, the figure hunching forward in what Roman can only assume is meant to be a bow.

"Who are you?" He asks, standing tall -or as tall as he can, his weakened legs barely holding up his weight as he warily looks at the stranger.

"Oh, I'm nothing but a lonely man seeking cover from the unforgiving weather," the figure hums, "I do hope my presence here is not unwelcome?"

"... No," Roman says after a moment of consideration -there's something about this man, a sensation Roman cannot name but that still makes all of the hair on his body stand up, goosebumps covering his arms as a little voice in the back of his mind warns him to be cautious, "just unexpected. May I ask who do I have the pleasure to talk to?"

"People call me Dee," the man answers "it is a pleasure to meet you, my Prince."

"Oh, please, stop with the formalities," Roman huffs, looking away as he nods to his cell, "as you can see, I am anything but a prince right now."

"And why would that be? You're standing in your castle, and your kingdom and subjects are still out there-"

"Yes, suffering and dying for a war I brought us all in!" Roman exclaims, anger coursing through his veins as he takes one threatening step forward. "And at what cost? We were defeated, utterly annihilated, and now my kingdom is burning under my own eyes and there's nothing I can do to stop it. So no, I am not a prince, because I'm the farthest I can be from deserving that title right now."

The stranger lets out a noncommittal hum, tilting his head to the side as he watches Roman pace angrily around the cell.

Then, he smirks, small, pointed fangs glinting in the dark of the room.

"Who says there is no way for you to change all of this?"

Roman freezes on the spot, his posture tensing as his mind registers the stranger's words.

"Please," he finally answers, shaking his head as a bitter chuckle escapes his lips, "how could that even be possible? I have no army, no friends, no magic. Let's face it-" he turns once again towards Dee, opening his arms as he gestures to his cell- "my fate has been written: to rot alone in this sealed tower -scorned, despised, hated, destined to be forgotten in the sands of time while those who destroyed my home feast and bask in my family's death."

"No destiny is set in stone, Your Highness," Dee counters, smirk never once leaving his lips, "least of all yours. You have a connection, prince Roman, and that connection is the cause of your misfortune."

Roman blinks, confused. "A… connection? To what?"

"Not to what," Dee hums, a hand reaching out from under the cloak as yellow sparks suddenly fill the space just beside him, "to whom."

That's the moment Roman's mind screeches to a halt, the last few minutes playing in his head as the uneasy, cautionary feeling that has been nagging him since the moment the door had opened finally, finally falls into place. Because those sparks are eerily familiar, dancing and falling through the air as a dusty old mirror stands tall at Dee's side, glass glinting in the dark as Roman takes a wary step backward -he's one-hundred percent sure that mirror wasn't there until a few seconds ago, so the only possible explanation is-

"You're a magic user," Roman whispers, eyes wide as his gaze travels back and forth from the mirror to Dee.

"That I am, my prince," the man grins, "did you not realize? You have magic yourself, after all."

"My magic has been severely weakened in order to keep me here -you'll find that it is quite arduous to sense the magic around you when you can just barely feel your own."

"I suppose that makes sense," Dee concedes with a tilt of his head, before gesturing to the mirror, "but let us not dwell on unimportant matters-" he says, beckoning him closer- "do you not want to know the reason of your misfortune?"

Still unsure, Roman warily steps forward until he's standing right in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with confusion evident in his eyes.

Grinning, Dee leans forward and whispers something, the ancient language of the druids of old rolling effortlessly on his tongue as the air around them suddenly feels charged -like something ancient and incredibly, incredibly powerful is slowly awakening in that lonely tower surrounded by the fires of destruction. It's a foreign feeling, so far away from the sense of security Roman is used to when in presence of magic -and he knows, he knows that should render him far warier about Dee and whatever he's trying to show him, there's a voice in the back of his head that sounds a lot like Logan yelling at him how he should step away immediately, this isn't normal, you don't know what is happening-

And yet.

Roman doesn't look away. He keeps standing there, as if trapped in a trance, as the mirror's surface starts glowing, lighting up the room for a few seconds and making Roman close his eyes on instinct when the light just becomes too much to look at.

When he opens his eyes again, Roman can't help the surprised gasp tumbling out of his mouth, gaze transfixed on the mirror's reflection as he tries to properly register what he's seeing.

From the surface of the mirror, a young boy lets out a delighted laugh, his blonde hair reflecting sunlight Roman can't see as pure happiness dances in his eyes -blue like the sky on a sunny day, Roman distantly notes, glinting with joy from behind a pair of big, round glasses.

"Who… is that?" Roman asks, not quite able to conceal the way his voice has almost turned breathy in his stupor.

"In the world through the mirror, everything is set in reverse," Dee reveals, "this boy's fate is deeply intertwined with yours -his happiness is your sadness, his luck is your misery, his kingdom's peace?" The magician looks at Roman, smirking widely as he watches the realization of his words' meaning dawn on him, "your kingdom's destruction."

Roman takes a step back, face pale as realization gives the place to horror. "That can't be true."

"And yet, it is," Dee says, shrugging, "fate chose to give him a happy, fulfilling life and carelessly throw you aside. Such a pity, isn't it?"

"That's-" Roman's breath is quick now, heart hammering in his chest doubt and fear swirl and clash in his mind- "that's not fair!"

"It isn't, isn't it?" Dee agrees, "you could have been great, given the chance to prove your worth. And yet, fate preferred that boy over you -it took away your brother, your kingdom, your happiness, just to give that fortunate boy a destiny that should've been yours. What a shame, really."

Roman clenches his fists, taking in a few deep breaths -he wants to scream and cry and curse at the universe, Dee's words echoing in his head over and over as rage rushes through his veins. But he can't let himself go just yet, not as long as the mysterious magician is standing in front of him and watching his every move.

"Why are you telling me all this?" He asks instead, voice surprisingly steady as a storm rages inside him -he can distantly feel his magic react to his emotions, thrumming deep inside him as it pushes and slams against whatever is keeping his powers locked away.

"As I said, no destiny is set in stone," Dee answers with a grin, "that happiness was yours, and it is only right that I help you get it back, is it not?"

Roman frowns, keeping his expression schooled even as he can feel a spark of hope make its way into his chest. "And how would you do that?"

"Just say the word, my prince, and everything your heart yearns for will be finally yours."

Deafening silence falls in the dark cell, the air charged with a million possibilities as Roman finds himself with his heart's greatest desire standing right in front of him.

He looks at the boy's blue eyes, his smile shining like a thousand suns, and feels something inside himself harden into stone, nodding his head towards Dee.

The magician lets out a boisterous laugh, yellow sparks dancing all around him as the mirror's reflection darkened and disappeared.

"Your wish is my command, Your Highness!" He exclaims, magic whooshing around Roman as his own seems to react to it -he can almost feel the familiar tingling sensation traveling up to his fingertips, warmth flowing through his soul as yellow magic fills his vision.

"The scales of destiny have been replaced!" Dee announces as Roman feels his consciousness start to fade.

"So forget everything, my prince-" a fanged grin, green scales shining in the light as Dee's cloak falls away- "and rejoice."

A single, yellow eye meets Roman's gaze.

Then, darkness falls.

#sanders sides #royality #brotherly logince #romans anders #roman angst #deceit sanders #angst #implied character death #captivity #magic #magic mirror au #fanfiction #ts fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #maxiswriting

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polandspringz · 6 years ago

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1 for the rat hunters

I decided to make this one be about how the team meets Primal and Ratborg! There is a bit more to Ratborg’s character and Primal when it comes to Lab and the rat companions’ knowledge of things, but to the rest of the team this is completely new. Also, I decided to make this a prequel to a certain event with an important member of the squad.

“Lab, where are you taking us?”

“Yeah, it’s early for us to do a hunt. I mean there are a ton of rats out, but if we were actually spotted-!”

“Exactly. This is risky, even for you. What’s up?”

An animalistic growl was the last to join the chorus of voices whining behind the leader. The sky had just turned black as the sun had fallen along with the world and everything began to turn over to night. The colorlessness above them was less darkness and more clouds that began to fog up the stars and moon that were starting to peek through. Lab walked on ahead, ignoring the protests of his comrades, smiling internally even though his robotic face couldn’t express it.

Ratthew squeaked on his shoulder, communicating with Ratgo and Ratdall in the squirming, rat filled hole that used to be his liver. Some whiskers nudged against his neck, tickling him under the collar even though his mechanical parts extended down towards his collarbone. A human hand came up to pat the small creature.

“You know who we’re visiting… All of you always had better clockwork than I ever did,” He mumbled, “I think it was one of you who told me it was time anyway.”

“Sals, what’s Ratthew saying?” Poland whispered from the back, walking alongside her bear companion (friend? Sister? Adoptive sister? Lab wasn’t quite sure he remembered what the whole deal was with that) who was the most recent addition of their little band of hunters. He was keeping a steady distance from the group though, as he was a wanted fugitive, so he doubted that even with her superior hearing, Sals couldn’t guess what had been exchanged between the rats.

A red feather drifted over head onto the sidewalk in front of Lab. He glanced up. Pigeonbach was frozen in the air, recognizing his mistake.

“I thought Sals was in charge of Pigeonbach?” Vince exclaimed as they watched Lab expertly, as if trained his entire life, reach out a hand and the bird woke from its paralysis spell and swooped down to perch. Walking up and down his arm, Lab turned around to regard his team with a sigh.

“I am the one the rats trust. Never forget that,” as Pigeonbach and Ratthew moved to sit by his bicep, Lab motioned towards his abdomen, pulling slightly at the lapel of the tied trench coat. There was no need for any reveal, any elaboration could be done in words, without dragging literal skeletons out of the closet, “They chose me, so they will always listen to me. Now, are you going to keep questioning me, or can we continue on?”

Despite his anger, a few minutes into their walk again, Lab began to open up.

“We are going to the bank. We are meeting someone there. Say nothing, do nothing, just watch me. I’ll explain everything later, because it is going to happen very fast, okay?”

They rounded the corner, the large columned and marble building standing tall at the end of the street. Nowadays, very few humans wandered around outside because of the invasion, but a few still mingled about amongst the small rat bodies scampering over the crosswalks and sidewalks. Lab looked at the sky. He flicked Pigeonbach off, and tucked Ratthew into his coat pocket before breaking off into a sprint. Vince, Sals, and Poland gave each other curious looks before they scampered after, being slowed down by trying to avoid stepping on any of the scurrying citizens. They weren’t as fortunate to be emitting a signal to the other rats that a large rat, or someone disguised as a very large rat through smell, was plowing through.

They ran across the street after Lab, who had now gone still and was staring up at the sky, his green light bulbs in place of his eyes let out rings of light that were just visible above his tilted back head as he watched something invisible to them. Sals’ nails clicked along the pavement, and Lab whipped around and threw his arm out with a shout-

“Stay back!”

In a flurry of ember and orange lava, an explosion gushed out of the roof of the bank, the waves of heat and energy throwing the group back towards the grassy area they had dashed across, Lab and Vince who had been in the lead being thrown back down on the tar of the road. Windows screamed as the fire shoved against their panes and within the fraction of a second that followed Lab’s warning they were thrown open and shattered, columns and ornate carvings reduced to rubble that flew over their heads. Finally, the waves condensed back in, and the rush of air and sound collapsed back to the center of the rising, bubbling, yellow and black foaming explosion and the crackling and hissing of the gas and heat could be heard at last as everything settled.

“What the hell just happened?!” Poland shrieked as the team all she leaned on Sals for support. Everyone was rushing to their feet, except for Lab, who sat up on the asphalt and stared into the flames, watching even as rats and people raced past them all in a flood of panic. Vince was yelling something at Lab, anger evident on their expression as they tried to wrench him to stand, but their leader merely flopped back down, and was it their imagination or did the lights on his head appear to glow a little brighter as he watched the dance of the fire?

“The screams all sound the same…” A voice whispered on the hot wind that whipped the fire around the debris, building it higher and higher.

“She’s here…”

All of the rat hunters looked towards the flames, watching as a shadow began to blur and smear behind its wall of energy. Soon, the brown smudge became darker, like a blot of ink that had splashed onto a golden parchment, and then it burst through the wall into the gray light on the other side, and it was pitch black against the inferno burning behind them.

Them. There were two figures, a humanoid one and then a smaller dot, a different blot closer to the ground, standing on two legs as well. Sals and Poland moved closer to Lab and Vince, disbelief on their expressions as the two figures began to strut forward towards the group.

“I will explain everything soon. Now, allow me,” Lab said, standing up and going to meet the mysterious figure halfway.

“You know Lab, I just can’t understand them. Even after all this time, Ratborg is the only one that has ever sounded different.”

“What have you been doing to Ratborg?”

“Nothing. But when we set the place ablaze, it’s never like what you read it books. Nothing blood curdling, nothing chilling. Only-”

“-only squeaks. Well, it’ll change soon.”

“Hasn’t changed in years, buddy. Doubt I’ll find anything satisfying in this town.”

Lab’s posture changed, and if he had eyes, they would be narrowed to slits with suspicion, “Nothing?”

The woman smirked, “That’s right,” She tucked one hand into the deep pocket of her indigo leather coat and rubbed a finger back and forth above her lip, a wicked, wild grin evident on her face, “Nothing but a bank chock full of burnable money and checks made for wedding gifts.”

“A wedding?”

There. was a beeping noise, and the two looked towards the bipedal rat with hulking round, iron shoulders that had ceased it’s twitching motions and was glaring down the road.

“Time?”

Two more beeps, the second one cut abruptly short before the rat scurried forward. The woman pulled a cigarette box out, and deposited one stick into Lab’s hand before she brushed past him, both hands hidden within her coat and her head bowed.

“Looks like I’ve gotta blast. Won’t even have time to leave my signature. You know it well enough by now, right? Can you do me this favor?”

Her rat was already down the road. Police sirens and fire engines were wailing on in the distance. As quickly as the other rat hunters blinked, she had ran off, and their leader was hunched over the sidewalk in front of the bank, ignorant to the embers falling on the concrete around him.

“Lab, get back? What are you doing?”“We need to go, now! If they see us here, we’re already dead, but if they see you, you’re surely to die right away! Let’s go!”

Sals bit the stick out of Lab’s hands, spitting it out suddenly when they realized the thing began to sizzle and fizz with her saliva. It was chalk.

“What’s going on?” She growled. Poland nodded jerkily and followed Vince’s example and grabbed one of Lab’s arms.

“What did you take us out here? To see this?! To get us framed?”

“It’s not like you to question me,” He quipped, and the girl curled away, eyes overcome with shame, “But, you should know before we go, that woman was Primal, a hunter from outside of town.”

He squatted back down and began to draw, arcing the chalk into elegant curves and rings as he spoke, “She’s our informant, striking places like this for big information that we can’t normally get if we want to keep some anonymity.”

“There are other hunters outside of the city?”

“She helps all of us. She knows the stories and information on all the rats ruling on this side of the world. Speaking of which,” he drew one more thick solid line across the draw, solidifying the symbol into the ground just as the fire spread to a tree that stretched over their heads, the green leaves swallowed within seconds as the fire rained down like hail upon them, “It appears while we were out hunting, our good friend Rat King Cora went and got himself hitched.”

Somewhere, deep within a chamber inside the castle walls, a girl sits on a plush bed. The windows are open. It is daylight on this side of the kingdom still. A large rat with a crown sits across from her in a chair, waiting patiently, a human maid takes back the water glass from the girl. Her head bowed, her hair tied up, tentacles beginning to take shape as she adjusts to the mutation, she holds a hand over her throat, and breathes out her first of many warbled sentences.

“Woomy.”

#ask poland #ask prompt #been so long since i wrote for the hunters #rat hunters #i miss em lol

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okayhadley-blog · 6 years ago

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a hadley ruiz aesthetic

#fleece.tasks02 #♜ that’s how the light gets in * / ( aesthetic. )#♜ the sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze * / ( character. )#this is bad but oh well

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seamusburning · 6 years ago

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a moodboard for seamus finnigan ( 4 / ? ), but make it aesthetic

#mowtask #♜ ⌊ moodboard. ⌉ — i’ve trained myself to give up on the past #♜ ⌊ aesthetic. ⌉ — that’s how the light gets in #♜ ⌊ character. ⌉ — the sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze #mine tag tbd

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jokressley · 6 years ago

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JOSIAH KRESSLEY ( MICHAEL JOHNSTON / HE/HIM ) - is an SIXTEEN year old JUNIOR student at Northlake High. They sit with the WANNABES at lunch and are commonly known around school as the CRESTFALLEN, because they’re COMPASSIONATE and INCISIVE, but also QUIXOTIC and VOLATILE.

josiah vc: stop saying i look like chicken little! he’s dumb and he’s a coward, and i’m not a coward!

welcome to my twisted chili’s

okay so fair warning . . . i’m making this up as i go. i tried writing a full out bio first but i kept getting sidetracked so enjoy this rambling mess of backstory while i get a feel for josiah

about page here (bio to come someday)

i’ll just copy and paste the facts from the app ig

1) josiah’s sexuality is one of northlake’s worst-kept secrets. while he’s never officially come out, nearly everyone knows that he’s gay. he’s comfortable enough with who he is, but he doesn’t feel the desire to be “the gay kid” or anything like that. the bullying and teasing has subsided ever since ella disappeared, but you’re still not going to catch him pulling any stunts at prom like you see in the movies.

2) his favorite color is pink, which is a fact that in hindsight might not have ever helped his case with #1. someone told him once that boys could like pink when he was younger, and he’s stuck with it ever since.

ok back to ur regularly scheduled rambling

josiah is ella’s brother, just under a year younger than her. often mistaken for twins, though they really couldn’t be more different

she had a much bigger and bolder personality, whereas he was far more comfortable living in a sort of middle ground

popular but not explicitly cool, friendly but not totally outgoing

they were still close as could be, though

he spent most of school in her shadow, content enough to be there for the time being. but when he got to high school, he decided to forge his own path.

with a series of dropped clubs and half-baked attempts at sports, he’s finally found his calling: between student government and the school paper, he enjoys being involved ( in the school, in his peers’ lives — take your pick )

it combines two of his favorite things: being helpful and being nosy af

of course, when ella asked him to help out with the shows, he couldn’t say no — so he’s also involved with the drama club, primarily as a techie

so uh . . . he’s been Not Good™ ever since ella disappeared

like his skeleton says, he hasn’t taken it well and is SUPER not thrilled to be dealing with their overbearing parents by himself

he doesn’t believe that she’s dead, or that she ran away, or any of the other 83483 rumors that have cropped up in the past year and will get pretty defensive if he hears anyone talking about it

as far as he’s concerned, she’s missing and she’s alive . . . somewhere

hates that people seem to forget about any of the previous victims every time a new one happens

they’re all important, obviously, but like . . . ella, mostly

he tries his hardest to stay positive, if not outright cheerful, but there are days and there are times when it just gets really hard

but he’s tired of everyone walking on eggshells around him

he’s become more impulsive and volatile ever since ella disappeared

he can get sarcastic, sometimes downright rude, when he’s in a mood so watch out for that

um this is . . . como se dice . . . a mess !! i’m gonna try and get a biography up in the next couple days but we’ll see. let’s throw some wanted connections down until i get a proper page made!!

as stated above, he’s hella gay. if not a boyfriend, at least someone he’s interested in and reciprocates. we can develop things further, i ain’t about to force that shit

lmao i’d love to see an ex-girlfriend or smth that he used to date and was like “uh . . . sike” for whatever reason we love petty teen angst

best friend(s), regular friends, acquaintances

enemies, for whatever reason

#norla:intro #◇ the sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze ⌊ character. ⌉

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mcgnifiques · 6 years ago

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tag dump

#☓ that’s how the light gets in — ⌊ aesthetic. ⌉#☓ letters from the sky — ⌊ answered. ⌉#☓ the sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze — ⌊ character. ⌉#☓ a great big beautiful tomorrow — ⌊ chats. ⌉#☓ where dwell the brave at heart — ⌊ gryffindor. ⌉#☓ learn until our brains all rot — ⌊ hogwarts. ⌉#☓ i swallow my words down to the bone — ⌊ interactions. ⌉#☓ king of stupid questions — ⌊ memes. ⌉#☓ all this and love too will ruin us — ⌊ moodboard. ⌉#☓ this fragile heart so heavy in my chest it’s breaking — ⌊ musings. ⌉#☓ now the world is only white noise — ⌊ playlist. ⌉#☓ all this has happened before and it will all happen again — ⌊ quotes. ⌉#☓ here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed — ⌊ visage. ⌉

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rcgblvck · 6 years ago

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tag dump

#— that's how the light gets in ( aesthetic. )#— letters from the sky ( answered. )#— king of stupid questions ( ask meme. )#— the sun inside of him could set the kingdom ablaze ( character. )#— a motley collection ( death eaters. )#— learn until our brains all rot ( hogwarts. )#— i swallow my words down to the bone ( interactions. )#— damaged goods ( moodboard. )#— stuck in the past ( music. )#— this fragile heart so heavy in my chest it's breaking ( musings. )#— brutal but no one's died in years ( quidditch. )#— the writing's on the wall ( quotes. )#— those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends ( slytherin. )#— i've trained myself to give up on the past ( toujours pur. )#— here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed ( visage. )

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Let’s Get Out of Here Part 7: Epcot by Night

Summary: Bucky and Y/N finish their day at Epcot.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

Warnings: slight angst

Word count: 1878

A/N: So I learned the Mary Poppins books were first published in the 1930s. So of course, I had to weave that in somehow.

Read previous parts here

“Ohmygosh, Bucky, there she is!” you squealed. You jumped up and down, yanking on Bucky’s arm. You had been waiting in line for almost forty minutes to see Mulan, and the anticipation of being so close was getting to you. Bucky looked ahead and saw a woman in a simple, pretty outfit with black hair stacked neatly in a bun on the top of her head.

“Why is she your favorite?” he asked, as the line moved forward. Your eyes glistened with excitement. “She’s true to herself, and fights for what she believes in. Kind of like we do,” you replied. “Plus, she totally rocks at fighting.”

Bucky softened at your explanation. Clearly, this character meant a lot to you. He thought it was weird at first to get pictures with the different characters. He really couldn’t understand your excitement when you first saw Goofy at Chef Mickey’s. But when he saw Buzz and could relate to the character even a little bit, it changed his perspective. These were people’s real heroes come to life. Even if they were technically just actors in costume, it still meant a lot.

It was finally your turn to get a picture with Mulan. The confident demeanor you held this entire trip slipped away as your shyly approached the princess.

“Hi,” you said, softly. “I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you. You’re my favorite!” Mulan laughed and clasped your hands together. “It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Y/N!” Mulan responded. Bucky was certain your face was going to split apart at the seams as you smiled. Bucky took your picture with Mulan, and the red and orange from the sunset cast the perfect golden glow in the background. It was probably one of Bucky’s favorite pictures from this trip.

Mulan bowed and you returned it. You waved and walked away from the pavilion with Bucky. “Is there another character you want to meet?” you asked him. Bucky paused and pulled out his map. One character’s name popped out as someone he actually recognized.

“Yeah, actually,” he said, a wave of nostalgia hitting him. He looped his arm through yours and he led you over to the United Kingdom section. You approached a small brick house that looked exactly like the house from...

“Mary Poppins?” you inquired. “I never struck you as a spoonful of sugar kind of guy.” You walked through the door and went inside. This line was much shorter than Mulan’s, and you could already see the British nanny posing with children in front of you. Bucky choked up a little as he saw one of his favorite childhood characters standing in front of him.

“I never knew the movie,” Bucky said. “But my ma used to read the books to me and my sister when we were little.” It was finally his turn, and he slowly walked up to Mary Poppins.

“Well hello there!” Mary chirped in her British accent. It reminded him of the impressions his ma used to do when she read the stories aloud. Bucky just stood staring until you gave him a small shove.

“Um, hello,” he said awkwardly. “I, um, I love your stories.” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “They really helped me during hard times when I was younger.” He looked at Mary Poppins, nervous about how she would react. He knew he sounded strange, but he couldn’t help it. Thankfully, Mary smiled and gave a melodic laugh. “That is so wonderful to hear!” she exclaimed. “It looks like you’ve turned into quite a lovely young man.”

Bucky beamed at her praise as if it was his mother talking to him, and he turned to face you so you could take a picture. Mary wrapped her arm around Bucky and pulled him into a side hug. Once you finished, she cupped her hands around her face. “Remember, anything can happen if you let it. Alright?” Bucky nodded and blinked back tears. Seeing Mary Poppins brought back happy memories of his mom and sister, ones that he had completely forgotten existed.

You both left the building and sat outside near the garden. Bucky took some time to collect himself.

“I miss them,” he whispered, finally breaking the silence. “I miss the life I could have had with them.” He wiped at his eyes and continued. “I know there’s nothing that can change what happened to me, and I’m lucky to be where I am now. But it still hurts, you know?” You nodded sympathetically and squeezed his hand. You didn’t have anything to say, but your silent support was more than enough. Bucky stood up and pulled you into a hug. You held each other for a few minutes until he was ready to let go.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go eat.”

When Bucky imagined you going to dinner at Epcot, he was expecting something quiet and tame like all of the other meals. Instead, you took him to the Biergarten Restaurant in Germany. The inside was decorated with fancy woodwork and old-fashioned cuckoo clocks. A polka band stood at the stage on the lower level playing peppy, upbeat songs as people danced in front of them. Waiters dressed in lederhosen walked through the boisterous crowds carrying large steins full of German beer. Even though Bucky couldn’t actually get drunk, you insisted he needed to try one. He had to admit, it was going really well with his bratwurst and German potato salad.

“This does not strike me as your kind of place!” he shouted over the ruckus. You took a gulp of your beer and grinned. “Why cause it’s exciting?” Bucky laughed, “No because it’s loud!” He speared another piece of bratwurst. “That’s the best part!” you exclaimed. He laughed again, and you soon joined in. It was nice seeing his playful demeanor return after visiting Mary Poppins.

The polka band slowly ended their song. “Now,” the lead singer began in a thick German accent, “let us raise our glasses and Prost!” You held up your glass and Bucky did the same. “All together!” he shouted. The entire restaurant erupted in a cheer:

“Zicka zocka, zicka zocka, hoi, hoi, hoi!”

You yelled extra loudly on the last “hoi” and chugged the rest of your beer. Bucky gave you an odd look at your sudden enthusiasm for German cheering traditions, but he finished his beer as well. The band started up again in full swing, and everyone resumed eating, dancing, and most importantly, drinking.

“This has to be one of the weirdest things I’ve ever done,” Bucky chuckled. “Really?” you questioned. “Is this truly the weirdest thing?” Bucky considered it and then shook his head. “You’re right, not by a long shot.” He shot you a goofy grin and went back up to the buffet for dessert.

After stuffing yourselves with chocolate cake and apple strudel, you decided to head back outside. You walked around Germany for a little while, admiring the different knick knacks and shops. You both got engraved beer steins with your initials. Bucky added an etching of Micky while you chose Goofy. There was a slight nip in the air now that the sun had officially set, so you quickly stopped inside a more modern souvenir shop for a sweatshirt. Of course, you picked one with Goofy’s face on it.

You wandered around the different countries admiring the scenery. The bright colors of Morocco’s buildings popped under the spotlights. You went back to China to gaze into the reflecting pool and stuck around to watch the Chinese acrobats perform. Bucky never knew the human body could twist and bend in so many ways.

You stopped in France for some hot crepes while Bucky went to Italy to get a cup of gelato. You took your respective desserts over to the Lagoon to get a good seat for the show.

“Now, I want to warn you, this show has fireworks,” you said with a mouthful of crepe. “We don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” You knew Bucky was still feeling a bit sensitive from earlier, and you didn’t want a repeat of Magic Kingdom.

“I’m good,” he responded. You stared at him. “I promise, Y/N! I feel a lot better.” He held out his spoon and gave you a bite of his gelato. You traded him some of your crepe in return.

Torches suddenly appeared in the middle of the lake and Winnie the Pooh’s voice boomed across Epcot telling everyone to watch the show. You both quickly stood up and watched the torches extinguish themselves as quickly as they had appeared. It was starting.

Next to the fireworks at Cinderella’s castle, Illuminations was your favorite show. Intense drum beats pounded in the air and a huge burst of light flew across the sky. Fireworks and dramatic music began to tell the story of the Earth in a captivating display. Strobe lights flickered and danced across the water as a huge globe appeared on the surface. Bucky could see every continent spinning slowly as the Earth moved on its axis across the lagoon. Colorful fountains of water shot into the air as the music slowed its tempo.

You are Bucky stared at the scene in awe. The music began to reach a crescendo and the buildings from the surrounding countries lit up spectacularly. Firework after firework launched into the air and filled the night sky with wondrous colors. Just when he thought the show was over, Bucky was surprised to see a huge torch set ablaze and the globe opening. A choir of voices began to sing and one final burst of fireworks shot into the sky.

You and Bucky cheered along with the rest of the crowd as the surrounding area went completely black. The whole show was absolutely perfect.You clapped excitedly and gave Bucky a hug. “That was amazing!” he shouted in your ear as he lifted you up. He put you down and you both stared at the lagoon one last time. Satisfied with how the night ended, you made your way back to the monorail

The ride back to the hotel was fairly quiet despite the crowd of people inside. Children were sleeping on the seats or in the laps of their parents. You and Bucky stood near the end of a car holding onto the rails above you. You could still see the lights from the different parks shining in the night. Even though it had been a long day, you both felt reinvigorated after the show.

You hopped off the monorail once it stopped at the Contemporary. Once you got back to your room, you both quickly changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth.

“I’m not entirely ready for bed yet,” you said, jumping onto your bed. “Me neither,” Bucky agreed. You grabbed the remote and turned on the TV with an idea in mind. Searching through the movies section, you stopped at one. Bucky looked and saw Mary Poppins on the screen.

“Wanna watch it?” you asked, carefully. Bucky didn’t say anything right away. “We can pick something else,” you added quickly, mistaking his silence for anger. Bucky shook his head and smiled.

“I think it’s perfect.”

#bucky x reader #fluff #fluffy bucky #disney world #epcot #mulan #mary poppins #Bucky Barnes is a cinnamon roll #slight angst #james bucky barnes #roadtrip bucky #road trip

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