#Angelina or just Lina

[apollolewis]

I’m trying to figure out if I should name my character for the book I’m working on. They currently have archetype/titles as their name. The hero is named Hero, the princess is named Princess etc. I’m planning to make a full series out of this book just with different main characters/time period. Two of the characters in the first book’s cast are in it. If I do I’ll probably make hero with the same naming scheme as the rest of the characters of the same race. So he’ll probably end up with a traditional Hebrew name.

[cinnamonghost]

3 YEARS OF LINA!!!!!!!

[princess-weasley]

request: can i request draco taking care of his pregnant tired wife???? i has a dream ab this the other day and need it to happen. - i hope i did your request justice love 🤍

draco malfoy x pregnant reader !

——————————————————————————————————-————————dad to be draco who - cried when you told him. tears of joy of course, he just hadn’t been expecting it. you two had tried before, just to no avail. when you held that pregnancy text in your hand, you’d cried as well.

dad to be draco who - nearly always had his hand on your stomach after finding out. everywhere you went, he stood next to you holding onto you protectively. in addition to always touching your belly, he also kissed it all of the time. he truly couldn’t believe you were carrying his baby.

dad to be draco who - just hopes for a healthy baby. i don’t picture him as a girl dad, or a boy dad. i picture him as sort of both. draco would let his sweet girl paint his nails, and put pink bows in his hair. but he’d also enjoy teaching his boys to play quidditch.

dad to be draco who - cooked for you every night, and every morning. always making or buying what you craved. his cooking wasn’t great, but you never wanted to hurt the poor boys feelings. so the two of you spent lots of time eating out.

dad to be draco who - who by now had cut his father off for the most part. draco was entering a new era, and he didn’t need his father acting the way he did. he’d changed majorly since you’d asked him out (yes you’d asked him out). you loved the old him. but the new him was much better. dad to be draco who - had a crisis when he realized he didn’t really know anything about babies. he didn’t haven any siblings, and had never been around any other small children. after realizing this he’d read an absurd amount of books and blogs, and even watched videos, he just wanted to be the perfect dad. which was far off of how his father was.

dad to be draco who - cried when you told him. tears of joy of course, he just hadn’t been expecting it. you two had tried before, just to no avail. when you held that pregnancy text in your hand, you’d cried as well.

dad to be draco who - and once you’d become extremely pregnant, dray took care of everything. cleaning, preparing your hospital bag, and constantly doting on you.

dad to be draco who - really didn’t care what the baby was named, just as long as you were happy with it. in my mind (just harry potter names that i personally like) if you’d had a boy his name would be percival hyperion malfoy (perci!! and his canon child’s middle name is fine), but if it was a girl angelina jean malfoy (lina!! jean like hermione jean.)

and once your child is born, it’s born with the most beautiful blonde hair and eyes like their father. funny how you carried this baby for nine months, yet it looks just like draco, and is somehow just as sassy.

——————————————————————————————𐙚 love, princess weasley

taglist; @helendeath

[sloppysequinz]

Not the Step-Alcoholic, but the Alcoholic who Stepped Up - Part 1

Notice: This one includes some kinks I don't normally write, so be warned. Also, it's really long and only the first of at least two parts. I'm writing this for ME.

Normally I try to write write gender neutral leads but this one is explicitly a cis woman, just so you know.

cw: fauxcest, alcoholism, piss

You and your dad had never been close. He was always kind of a distant asshole, and when your parents got divorced shortly after you left for college it was more of a relief than anything.

You would never begrudge your beloved mother's choice to leave on a world tour after that. You talked on the phone for a couple of hours before she left. She'd spent 20 years feeling pinned down and trapped, and she was making up for lost time.

You absolutely DID begrudge your father's decision to begin dating immediately after the papers were finalized. In fact, you weren't sure he waited. The girlfriend who started popping up in his facebook posts seemed way too close to him to have only been seeing each other a few weeks. This hunch of yours was backed up when your father married her before your second semester was up.

You didn't hate Angelina, or Lina as she insisted everyone call her. You hated the idea of her. Your father had managed to land a bubbly, busty younger woman, making himself a mid-life crisis stereotype. And she was appallingly young: not quite your age, but 20 years younger than your mother, so only 10 years older than you. And she was always, always drunk.

Not in a way that was extremely obvious, usually. She wasn't a stumbling, drooling, wreck. But you could tell. You could smell the booze every time she threw her arms around you. Whenever you had to spend time with her, she would gradually get louder and more flushed no matter what you were doing--she had a water bottle she liked to carry that you suspected did not contain water. But every so often, she would go overboard in a truly spectacular way. At Lina and your father's wedding, there had been an open bar at the reception. They didn't check IDs, so you had made generous use of it, but you had nothing on Lina.

For one thing, she wasn't sober when the reception started. Her extravagant bridal suite provided champagne, and she'd had a glass in hand the whole four hours she and her bridesmaids (including you) got ready. By the time the ceremony started, she was flushed and giggling, but that was easily passed off as bridal joy. Her water bottle had appeared during the photos. By the time you walked into the reception dinner, you could tell she was only walking straight by leaning against your father, who hardly looked upset to have a sloshed woman in a low cut white dress pressing her tits into his arm.

Then things really started. Celebratory champagne toasts to begin, then wine with dinner, then the dancing started and the bar opened. You managed to fade into the background with a gin and tonic in hand and enjoy getting tipsy by yourself in the corner while the adults lost control, stealing back into the crowd only when you needed a refill. Lina's friends ordered round after round of celebratory shots. Lina, slurring and leaning over the bar so far her tits practically fell out of her dress, had asked the bartender to make her a long island iced tea. She had been so impressed with the result that she ordered three more in quick succession, yelling her order louder each time. After the second one, she was grinding on your father on the dance floor like a slut. She missed the third one and knocked it onto the bar, your father had to grab the fourth one and hand it to her to make sure she had a grip on it. You'd never seen a woman behave like this in public.

Then Lina found you. "SHWEEEETIE!!" she had crooned, spotting you in your corner. She tottered and wove over to you, heels clacking unevenly across the floor. She collapsed into the chair next to you, drink in hand. Her sleeveless, short white reception dress had ridden up so you could see the edges her matching white panties. Her tits were practically jiggling over the neckline, though you thought that might be by design. There was a little bit of drool going from her chin onto her tits. She grabbed your hand clumsily and leaned in to land a wet, sloppy kiss on your cheek. She absolutely reeked of booze. She was grinning like a lunatic.

"Youuuuuu shhouldz. Call me mmom now!!" she giggled, swinging your joined hands around. You managed to stop her from knocking over your glass before dropping her hand.

"I already have a mom." you replied coldly. You wanted to get up and walk away, but you suspected she'd just follow you. You figured if she was this drunk, it would only be a few minutes before she got distracted or passed out. You would just have to suffer through it. You took a sip of your drink and prepared to ignore her. That proved impossible.

"Zheennnn calls me mommyyyyyy!!!" she cried, and threw her legs over your lap, startling you. "Yous dontsh have mommyyy do you?" With her legs sprawled over you, you could see her panties in their entirety. There was a wet spot on the white satin over her crotch. You shivered.

This was what you hated about Lina most of all. She was frighteningly, devastatingly hot. You hated that you must have inherited your taste from your dad. Everything about her made you dizzy with horniness. Her soft, thick, creamy thighs that you could now tell framed an obviously fat and unshaven cunt, dripping wet from being drunk. Her enormous, bouncing, soft tits, too soft to be augmented, just a freak of genetics. The way her ass jiggled when she walked. Her soft eyes, her long hair, her perfectly painted nails--even her drunkenness. The first time you had realized just how drunk she was, and how often, your panties had flooded. Now, with her fuckwasted slurring drunk in your lap and three gin and tonics in your belly, you were sure there was a wet spot on your panties to match hers. You had to focus, you needed out of the situation.

"I'm not a kid, Lina," you replied. You touched her thigh to try and push her legs off you, but she just whined in a way that made you freeze and pull your hand away. She smiled lazily at this.

"Ohhhhh I knowww shweetie." She replied. "You're...a...a womanz for szhure." She ran her hand over your belly and around your waist. Her clumsy touch lit a fire in your cunt. This was really, really bad, but you couldn't think of a way to leave without causing a scene. "Whant schome?" Lina asked you, holding out her drink and waggling it at you. You took the glass from her hand so she wouldn't drop it, then took a polite sip before setting it on the table. It was stronger than you expected and you grimaced, which made her laugh.

"How do you drink that stuff?" You asked. "It's vile."

"I shink itszz DELICIOUS~!" she replied. "But..." she giggled and waved you in closer, as though she wanted to share a secret. You obliged and leaned towards her. "...I fucckinnnn... looooooooves zhe tasts of boooooooze." She was trying and failing to stage whisper, but there was no one around you. She giggled and continued. "Zhe taaaste makesh me.....hornyyyy." she managed to actually whisper that last word before erupting into laughter, her soft thighs shaking against you. You could barely resist running your hands up them. She probably wouldn't remember if you did...but no good risking it.

"Scpeaknig of boooooze..." she reached for her glass, but clearly she was having a hard time. She missed by a mile. "Whooopsh!" she yelled, then laughed. "Schweetieeee when did you put thrreee glasses there?!" she asked, then laughed uproariously.

This was so funny to her that she collapsed backwards onto the next chair giggling furiously. Her barely contained tits popped out of her dress. They were even more beautiful than you had imagined, with tight pink areolas and enormous nipples. She didn't seem to notice they were on display. She slowly, clumsily, laboriously pulled herself back into a seated position using the chair and tables for support, finally and mercifully pulling her thighs out of your lap. She reached for the glass again, and missed again. It didn't seem she found it funny this time.

"Helpsh...helpsh youur mommy, schweetie?" she slurred, looking at you pitifully.

You did the only thing your horny brain would let you. You grabbed the glass and held the drink to her mouth. After a moment of drunkenly thrusting her face at the glass, her numb lips found the straw and closed around it. She drank deeply and quickly, evidently determined to finish the whole drink in one go. Her eyes went crossed as she swallowed and swallowed. As you watched your wasted drunk new 'mommy' chug booze from a straw, lips pursed and glazed eyes crossed at the effort, massive tits out and dangling in front of you, panties on display, determined to get even drunker than she already was, the bottom of your stomach tightened into a knot. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen, and you hated that.

When the glass was finally empty, she pulled away, stared into space for a moment, then dropped her face onto the table. She grabbed her own tits and began squeezing them almost absentmindedly. "Dhazz fuggin gooooood...." she moaned, tweaking her own nipples. "Fugggg...." she trailed off into silence. Her glazed drunk eyes fluttered shut. Even with her thighs out of your lap, you could still see her panties clearly. Her legs were splayed wide and her dress was now just a ring of white fabric around her waist. As you watched, a stream of piss appeared from out of her already stained white panties, filling up the seat and running down her legs. She groaned as she pissed and squeezed her tits tighter, eyes still shut. You took that as your cue to leave.

On your way out of the reception, you managed to grab a bottle of gin from the bar while the bartender was distracted by Lina's drunk friends. You drank directly from the bottle as you walked. It was a quarter gone by the time you got back to your room, which you blessedly had to yourself. As soon as the door was shut behind you, you turned up the gin bottle and chugged. You didn't bother to get undressed, just popped your tits out of your dress and started squeezing. You knelt on the floor in the entryway and frantically pulled up your skirt to slip a hand into your panties, rubbing your soaking wet cunt and pinching your nipples as the booze hit you in a rush. You paused touching yourself only to desperately chug more booze. When the bottle was 3/4 gone, your brain was melted and you began slurring to yourself.

"Mommy....fugggg....mommy gonna....wanna cum, wanna.....make mommy cum....."

The image of your father's wife, passed out blackout drunk with her tits out in a puddle of her own piss was burned into your mind. It made your pussy burn, it made your stomach tighten, it made you desperate for a drink. And alone in your room, you gave in. You imagined getting her another drink, waking her up to pour it into her mouth, slipping your hands into her piss stained panties and sucking on her tits while she moaned and slurred incomprehensibly, helping her back to your room, staggering into the hotel elevator with her ass and tits out for the world to see, helping her collapse into your bed and plying her with more booze, touching her until she came and pissed the bed, guiding her numb drunk hands to your tits and cunt as she hovered on the edge of consciousness....

You came harder than you ever had in your fucking life. And you hated it.

[lpsotd]

sorry to continue lpspop posting but that reblog got me really thinking "wow. all these characters do kinda suck," angelina in particular kinda stood out to me, because early on in savannah's rise to popularity, angelina was kinda depicted as 'the good one' while genny and savvy bathed in their newfound popularity, when in actuality angelina was the one who pushed savannah to overthrow brooke simply because she's good looking, and then she gets upset when savannah and genny don't acknowledge her due to them being busy with boys

that's not me saying lina's anger isn't valid, especially since at first genny and savvy didn't try to include lina in their activities. it took until the night of (or before?) brooke's party for savannah to apologize, which is good on her part, but still ??? i dunno

what i'm trying to say is that angelina isn't exactly a saint 😭 neither is genny, since they the ones to pitch the idea of a rivalry with brooke to savannah. idk i'm just rambling here.

[lina222eidolonl]

angel’s introduction ‹𝟹

⟢ Im Angelina, but u can call me lina/angie/angel !!

⟢ femme(4all❤︎)lesbian, men dni !!

⟢ im an adult, leo ♌︎ (not too good at astrology though)

⟢ i like selfcare things, witchcraft, poetry (esp russian, Mayakovskiy is my fav!!), dancing, cooking, drawing ❤︎

⟢ i do not like rude/offensive “jokes”, homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism & misogyny. if you don’t like something on my page please just don’t interact!!

im open to communication and finding mutuals !! meow ᡣ𐭩

[papirouge]

Not to be millennial on main but the cultural revisionism of zoomers is a growing pet peeve if mine

For example I vividly remember that Lady Gaga was being exposed for being a lying copycat fraud, stole her entire persona from Lina Morgana (she blood sacrificed) and here we are with zoomers raving about her being sO reAl and a gay icon (also the fact people call her meat dress stunt so original/groundbreaking when she lazily rehashed the work of artist Jana Sterbak is my ultimate roman empire)

and don't get me started about Paris Hilton entire history of racism / trash behavior being shoved under the rug by those kids and white feminists who ate her PR campaign / woe is me documentary and try to spin the whole narrative surrounding her as "rich girl mainstream media did nasty for no reason"

I'll add that Angelina Jolie rehabilitation to that list too: just bc she's a DV victim, doesn't mean she's not a weirdo who built a whole humanitarian persona to remove her image of homewrecker (which didn't work that great bc it seems like the gp isn't very sorry for her now she's in that nasty divorce/dv allegations with Brad Pitt...💁🏾‍♀️). I get major MAJOR dark & sinister vibes from her and I don't buy the slightest her PR machine.

She doesn't like those poor people. This video (that seemingly has been scrubbed off the internet) where she swiftly removes her hand from that little Indian girl who tried to grab it (I guess she didn't know camera were still around) lives rent free iny head 💀

[makima-s-most-smile]

Trigun Maximum Vol 2 Part 2

Someday I will catch up to the bookclub, but it is not today!

Trigun Ultimate: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 2.4 Trigun Maximum: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 3.1, 3.2, 4.1, 4.2, 5.1, 5.2, 6.1, 6.2, 7.1, 7.2, 8.1, 8.2, 8.3, 9.1, 9.2, 10.1, 10.2, 10.3, 10.4, 10.5

05: Desperado

Oh Gott, all of this. My heart bleeds. Saying that he has no right to hold these innocent kids while he smiles is just heartbreaking. Wolfwood is his own hardest judge. Did killing Rai-Dei and the argument after it trigger this nightmare? His feelings of inadequacy against his morals and how Vash seems to easily keep by them? This whole scene puts Wolfwood’s selfhate into perspective. It shows why he is doing this (for the kids), that he is a big brother to them, a caretaker and how much he judges himself for killing people. 

Wolfwood looks like being at the end of his 20s and those kids maybe like 12 years max and they still recognise him. 

And then Nightow juxtaposes that heartbreaking scene with this! Damn! Call that a rude awakening! How exhausted must Wolfwood have been to fall asleep while driving Angelina? Did he even sleep after their altercation? And why is Vash down? No, wait! It says that they took shifts driving Angelina! BTW Rip Angelina! Does that mean Wolfwood taught Vash how to drive? It at least looks like the direness of the situation finally dawned on Vash and neither of them wastes any minute with rest to get to Home as fast as possible! Even if Vash sucks at driving, he’s willing to learn to save his close ones. Nice detail! (It also reminds me of my recurring nightmares of being put behind the wheel due to some vague, dire threat all the while knowing that I cannot drive at all. But I push through!)

And while it is funny and I love the tonal whiplash I get from these quick changes, it sometimes takes a bit from the hard scenes for me. The nightmare had been so incredibly heart wrenching and now we are back to the sillies. We never really linger on the bad, we never get to process it, really, we never really draw conclusions from it. But it adds on. Because we never linger, even we only have the gift of hindsight. Also, while we, the reader, get to understand Wolfwood better, the other characters are denied the same and that is a massive letdown, at least for me. Does Vash know about Wolfwood’s nightmares? Do the girls know? If they know, did they ever try and talk about it? Or did they “just” draw conclusions from it? We don’t see that. But that is such an important part of their interpersonal relationships! Such things make and break it. That’s why I love so many fanfiction where those scenes are added! Stampede got the critique that it is too fast paced, but Trigun as a whole is. And that is one of the few downvotes I have to give the story.

And we get thrown back right into one of the main conflicts in the story. How far are you willing to go to protect your family? 

What I like about this family from the start is that even being in a dire situation they do not turn away people in need. And not gonna lie, Wolfwood does not look trustworthy like this. But maybe his rundown look sold the whole “Help please!” Most people are inherently good or at least not evil. We meet many side characters on the way that drive that lesson down. For every Rodrick slaver there is a Lina, an old pair keeping care of the bio plant, there is a father allowing our protagonists rest.

How Nightow draws hands, especially how he draws Wolfwood smoking. Damn! Just DAYUMM!

And here we see one of the reasons why I like Wolfwood so much. He is constantly reflecting and trying to understand Vash. Even while Wolfwood is on Knives’ pay list, he still cares for Vash. It is Vash’s life on the line. And even if he hates it, Wolfwood cares about it. And this care threatens his own life.

This here is not only Wolfwood reflecting upon Vash’s inhuman ideals, he is also reflecting his own life and the worth of it. We don’t know what exactly Wolfwood lived through till now, but we got a pretty clear picture of Wolfwood being a victim that had to grow up in this world without any real protection. Wolfwood’s bitterness and cynicism don’t stem from nothing, it comes from being part of one of the most powerless groups in the whole world, a former orphan without any patron. 

Wolfwood’s crisis here is less about Vash being a pacifist (by No-Man’s-Land definition), it is about Wolfwood’s strict morals, how he compares himself to Vash and about his position as his assigned gun-ho-gun. Wolfwood, by choosing his own life (even when taking into consideration that he does use his life to protect others) and thus taking lives from other people, can never be someone good. It goes against his moral code. His hands are bloodied and can never be clean. No redemption. He’s a lost cause. That’s why Wolfwood feels that Vash rubs it in, that’s why Wolfwood feels like Vash used him to kill Rai-Dei to keep his own hands clean. But more so he most likely will be forced to fight Vash to the death. Who should he choose? Himself and thus the orphanage or an inhuman being that is so much better than he could be. Again, Wolfwood is a lost cause.

What Wolfwood is unable to see is that he is so much closer to Vash than he thinks, just on a more human scale. Yes, he uses his role as the protector of the orphanage as his reason to survive even though he hates himself, but he still puts the life of others above his own. Without the orphanage, Wolfwood wouldn’t be, well, Wolfwood. Protection is such an ingrained part of him that he would cease without it.

“Makes me sick…” Is Wolfwood verbalising his inner turmoil. By now he is beyond anger, there is hurt and desperation. The damocles' sword is hanging over him, the string will snap sooner or later and he has no one to confide in or even to take the sword down.

And here we have the dad being willing to die for his family. Is the dad naive to think he can do it alone? Yeah. But going in two wouldn’t be better. It’s a difficult situation and the family is completely alone in their community. There is no right answer! And the father is right with his perspective that not everyone can gamble with their lives easily.

The people are drenched with high percent alcohol and Vash lets the lighter drop! NO WAY THAT NO ONE DIED THERE! Vash! A pacifist you are!

And Wolfwood’s crisis deepens! While we saw Vash comically staggering through the conflict, Wolfwood saw him last barely conscious, in a really cruddy state and now he has to rescue Vash again after Vash went off to endanger himself and thus Wolfwood again. (Did Wolfwood kill the guy? More blood on Wolfwood’s hand on top of all of this!) It is not a far leap to step from anger to fear.

06: Home Sweet Home

And we start with a bang.

Wolfwood! The whole scene! The motion! But the white clothes and the white background! Wolfwood all in white an innocent kid in this cruel world. This is beautiful. In a really sad way.

Was this on an assassination mission? Or before that? Since he is wearing a suit and says he already stained his hands in blood, I assume the first option. I think ‘98 gave Wolfwood the backstory that he had to kill his father and went from there to the training, but here we don’t get such. We only get the hint that he either has been abandoned at birth or had been on the street for a while -> being born in a ditch. Even as a kid, he had no hope for a future… And worse, he didn’t want to live, he "just" didn’t want to die. That is a very important difference. High Functioning depression, your name is Wolfwood!

Not gonna lie, the house around the anchor holding the ropeway to Home looks like it is seconds away from breaking away into the void.

Ah, yes, their married, but divorced banter being a gateway to Wolfwood trying to understand Vash better, again. And maybe try to be understood, too. (And get some kind of absolution.)

I think it is interesting to see that Wolfwood prepared himself for the talk. He waits, oversees the scenery, puts on his sunglasses and then he sits down and has the talk he does not want to have with Vash. Wolfwood says so much about himself here, while he puts a divider between Vash and himself. He sets a boundary between them. My life comes first, your ideals after that. I will play by your rules as long as I can, but my point to stop playing is different than yours. I cannot be like you. Moreso, he hides behind his glasses. He has put on his serious face. He doesn’t let Vash near him, while being incredibly vulnerable towards Vash. As another user pointed out, Wolfwood’s eyes are shown as bright when he is emotional.

But he says more. He didn’t choose this lifestyle. He does not want this. He has charges he takes care of, and that’s why he has to protect himself, too. He doesn’t kill with anger or ill will. He prays for the other’s soul! His way of killing is direct and leaves no room to suffer relentlessly. Fuck, it could be read as mercyful. By changing to Vash’s lifestyle, he would endanger everything he cares for! But he wishes he could! Wolfwood cares so much. And he plays the devil because he protects others from going down the same path. If he didn’t have anyone to protect, he may be able to go as far as Vash does. But Wolfwood has no agency in this. It is a warning about Wolfwood’s reason why he travels with Vash, but also a cry for help. Wolfwood is fragile, he is mortal, he will die. From Wolfwood’s perspective, Vash is on a completely different plane of existence. He is only human, after all. But it does not read as dehumanising Vash, but putting himself down, at least for me.

And that honesty reaches Vash. Vash reciprocates with his own vulnerability. That he doesn’t know the right answer to all of this and that this whole moral dilemma is too big for him to find a solution. It goes against Wolfwood’s perspective of Vash being a higher being. But, sadly, they get interrupted. I would have liked to be a fly on the wall if this talk went further.

I love how small Vash and Wolfwood are against the structures of Home. It gives you a feeling of dire foreboding. Especially paired with Vash reflecting upon his own values and past, how everything comes back to Knives. And with that his internal conflict of Kill Knives or not? Because that is undoubtedly there.

And all of that falls from us when the doors open and we walk into the garden together. Everyone is alive. The threat didn’t come to fruition.

Except! JINKS! ALL ARE DEAD! Leonof has the “eternal suffering”-part of his mission really down to the T. 

He wasn’t there for 12 years, but please don’t put it in those kinds of words… I know it is meant to be read as funny and reassuring, but… Well, Leonof controls them and he is not really of sound mind. It also, again, makes Vash feel less human than these people. Vash is an outlier and the world moves on without him.

07. Darkness

Yeah, puppet master. Vash showing real emotions is… well, he is a real person and those are people who he cares about. You don’t care about them, because in your mind you made everything a stage play. Nothing is real for you. And that’s why you can vivisect people, which  adds another level of horror and torture to the whole scene. A good death is dying for Leonof’s art? For the person dying, surely not. For Leonof? Yeah, that way his stage play comes the closest to reality.

As so often, Wolfwood acts first. He attacks his fellow gun-ho-gun and judges his behaviour. Dunno, Wolfy, in comparison to him you are not even close to devillike. But why would Leonof answer with “That’s my line!”. Maybe because Wolfwood seems to be betraying the gung-ho-guns or maybe because Leonof assumes that Wolfwood will get Vash’s trust to then stab him in the back, adding the pain of betrayal to injury. Their goal is to make Vash experience eternal suffering, isn’t it?

Ah, yes, the not really explained psychological aura-projection/emotional projection from the independent plants. Vash is torn apart by emotions and his inhumanity shows. He is unable to control himself. How exactly? We can’t tell much more than that he releases a horrific presence. It may even be physical, if we take his coat billowing as wind taking up. It could also be that his coat is considered a part of him and it moves because of that. The other two don’t go through grief, they don’t cry, they are just scared by/of Vash. So, though Vash’s emotions cause the aura, I don’t think he shares his emotions with them. Sure, grief could be described as darkness beyond imagination, but Wolfwood has experienced near-death… uh… experiences himself, so he should be able to describe it. But Wolfwood also describes it as Vash’s mind bleeding out. So who knows? The readers? Nah. Nightow? I don’t think so.

And, damn, that bloody tear. Great way to show the level of hurt. We will never get to see it again.

I… really have problems reading that scene. What are they saying without words? Take care of that one, will ya? Don’t kill them? But whatever is really said, Wolfwood’s curse reads to me that whatever Vash just asked him to do, Wolfwood will do. But he will curse and grumble while doing so. Combat bestie goals *wipes away tear*

[portkcys]

#𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗. an introduction to angelina johnson.

⌜ alyah chanelle scott, cis woman, she/her, ⌟  welcome back to hogwarts, ANGELINA JOHNSON ! according to your file, you’re a TWENTY FIVE year old HALF BLOOD. as i’m sure you remember, last spring had its challenges, but i’m confident you’ll take your studies more seriously this year. as a SEVENTH year GRYFFINDOR, focusing on SPORTS MAGIC (AND HERBOLOGY), you’ve got a lot on your plate. our records show that you're SELF ASSURED and PASSIONATE however, they seem to have left off that you're OPINIONATED and NARROW MINDED. if i’m correct, you’re siding with THE LIGHT, which makes sense considering you’re known around the castle for returning earmarked books to the library, a smile that could outshine the sun, a face twisted from sour sweets while friends around them laughs, tasting gunpowder on the back of your tongue, an old gardening trunk with an artificial sun. let’s hope you make it through the year in one piece.

#𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚜.

FULL NAME: angelina vivienne johnson.

NAME MEANING: angelina | angel or messengerr. / vivienne | lively, full of life. / johnson | son of john.

NICKNAME(S): angie, angel, ange, lina.

DATE OF BIRTH: october 26th.

AGE: 25.

GENDER + PRONOUNS: cis woman + she/her.

RELIGION: atheist.

#𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜.

FATHER: reginald kwame johnson. warm but complicated relationship: growing up, angelina didn't see too much of her father. she got birthday presents and christmas cards and all the little things that people get from their fathers, but she never saw him. day to day, it was just her and her mum. now she'll say it doesn't matter, they didn't have any room for him, really, or any need, but the part of her that's still a child aches for the one relationship she never truly had. things have been getting better. slowly.

MOTHER: corina elizabeth meadowes. incredibly close with: her mother was her entire world growing up. despite the lack of magic pouring from her fingertips, her mum was always the most magical thing in the world to her - no if, ands or buts about it. she absorbed her mothers love of quidditch, her penchant for double layering and always wearing her braids piled high atop her head. there is very little in her that her mother isn't responsible for - the good, and the bad. they correspond daily and are as close as mum and daughter can be.

SIBLINGS: harry james potter (non biological, obviously, but spiritually so). he was eighteen, skinny as a literal garden rake the first time she saw him. it doesn't matter that they're not biologically related - that he tends to burn in the sun while she seems to glow, that he grew up surrounded by muggles, deprived of what he should have gotten, while she got cobbled streets and honeydukes weekly. quidditch brought them together - but it was choice that solidified her place in his life, and his place in hers. and if anybody knows angelina, they know that she's not taking that choice back, not for all the money in the world.

EXTENDED FAMILY: yao johnson (paternal grandfather), rhea johnson nee tuft (paternal grandmother), leonidas meadowes (maternal grandfather, deceased), avigail meadowes nee figg (maternal grandmother, deceased), dorcas meadowes (maternal aunt, deceased), rosmerta meadowes (maternal aunt via marriage), arabella figg (cousin some times removed).

PETS: several adders and grass snakes, owl named albright.

ORIENTATION: panromantic, pansexual.

LOYALTY: her mother. harry. her fellow gryffindors. the order of the phoenix. albus dumbledore, though she's cross with him at the minute.

#𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

HOUSE: gryffindor. expect stamina, incredible courage, intense and stormy emotions, burning idealism and indomitable will. gryffindor scorpios are never drawn in shades of pastel; they are always blood red and mesmerizing gold. there are few followers born under this aspect; scorpio born into this house tend to be either leaders or loners. they are well placed on the quidditch field, where their natural competitive streak and their great store of personal energy make them natural beaters (or, really, naturals at any position on the field). expect them to get into frequent duels, and expect them to gravitate naturally to defence against the dark arts, for all scorpios are fascinated with anything dark and forbidden, and gryffindor scorpios will want to take their place as defenders as early in their careers as possible. expect passion. expect wisdom. but don't expect a lot of time to take a breather. many people born under this aspect also end up as aurors; they're the perfect 'bad cop' to the 'good cop' libra wizards.

BLOOD STATUS: half-blood, daughter of a well known squib. the johnson family have always flown under the radar - never pure enough to be purebloods, not muggle enough to be muggleborn, just smack bang in the middle of the road. they've never been history makers, just quietly plodding along. the meadowes, though, they were vibrant, bright and bold - making waves, for which they were all slaughtered.

AMORTENTIA: tba.

WAND: aspen, dragon heartstring core, 13 3/4 inches, brittle. garrick ollivander ii often found that aspen wand owners were generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders: this was a wand for revolutionaries. the proper owner of the aspen wand was often an accomplished duelist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand was one of those particularly suited to martial magic; it usually displayed outstanding charmwork as well. aspen wands were particularly prized by the notorious and secretive club called the silver spears from the 18th century - whether this club still exists in some form to date is unknown. angelina's reputation in the dueling circle is well warranted - not only for her wand, but for her own indomitable will. well, that and her win record - which ranks her as the second most successful member. m dragon heartstring wands produced the most powerful and flamboyant magic and they learned spells faster and easier, however they were more prone to accidents. (see: angelina accidentally turning alicia's hair and skin a patchy purple instead of turning the rat on her desk green.) they were the most likely to change loyalty, but would always bond strongly with its current owner. it was also the easiest to turn to the dark arts, though it would not do so on its own. comparatively, angelina's loyalty is very much a firm, static thing: her wand chose her to balance itself.

AREA OF STUDY: sports magic and herbology. sports magic is fairly obvious: the study of magical sports, the most famous of which is quidditch, and it's management. herbology was selected as her second major - she knows she won't be a quidditch player forever, and the chances of her actually wanting to manage rather than play are slim. so, she has a built in back up plan, as well as what is now a lucrative side business.

CLUBS: chaser on the gryffindor quidditch team, member of the dueling club and president of the herbology club. the current iteration of the gryffindor quidditch team is one that makes angelina proud to still make the cut, even if she is halfway out the door to a professional contract with the holyhead harpies. the dueling club is mostly self explanatory - her magic is martially inclined, even if her majors are not, and she excels in spaces where she gets to do work that is physical, not just theory. (it's why her practicals always scored higher than her written tests, even during her owls - after which she dropped most of her basic subjects.) the current formation of the herbology club means that she hosts many of the meetings in the greenhouses or within her own private space, the expanded greenhouse trunk (yes, this was inspired by bedtime stories of newt scamander and his traveling suitcase).

PATRONUS: golden eagle. the golden eagle patronus means you are strong-willed and free, and aren't afraid to try new things and soar to new heights. the whole world is about you, you cannot fence yourself in, and you long to see new things, but still take comfort in home and familiarity. you can be grounded when necessary, but take every opportunity to test the impossible. you are a natural born leader, and perhaps you can be bossy sometimes, but you like to be in control. though you may not be overly social, you certainly have close friends you can count on in times of need.the eagle is a popular symbol in many cultures, but particularly native american cultures. eagles hold a position of strength, leadership and vision. they can spot prey from miles up in the sky, dive at striking speeds and soar for long periods at a time. to the natives, the eagle was the chief of all winged creatures, and conveyed power and majesty from animal to animal, man to bird.

BOGGART: her mother (and later harry) as inferi, voldemort's glorified puppets. inferi are the stuff of mightmares for wizarding children. it certainly was the case for her mother as a child, something that was unintentionally handed down - compacted by the fact that her mother's sister had been turned into an inferi shortly after her murder at the hands of voldemort himself. this fear has not changed, but it has darkened and become more defined and realistic.

#𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚜.

ETHNICITY: black.

NATIONALITY: british ghanian.

HAIR: black. braided most of the time in box braids or triangle box braids, often styled into either two buns or a single bun at the top of her head. has previously used blonde extensions with her braids. typical party outfits mean she lets down her braids or styles them into elaborate up-do's. senegalese twists are also common. naturally tightly coiled. natural hair can be cut very short between braiding sessions or kept long, with one section braided at the front on either side.

EYES: dark brown.

SKIN: umber, fairly unblemished. moisturising is something she does daily and takes great care to touch every inch of her skin, whether it is normally visible or not. wears spf daily.

HEIGHT: 5’7”.

BUILD: somewhere between an ectomorph and a mesomorph - 'fitness model' look, slim, not much body fat, fast metabolism but can and does gain muscle, v-shaped torsos, wide upper back, developed chest and shoulders, narrow waist, lean and agile, strong-looking but toned and not bulky arms and legs.

FACECLAIM: alyah chanelle scott.

VOICE CLAIM: merida, brave.

#𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕.

TRAITS: + self-assured, + passionate, + dauntless, = overprotective, = intense, = tough, - opinionated, - narrow minded, - abrasive.

STRENGTHS: charms, herbology, transfiguration, defense against the dark arts, flying, non verbal magic, can cook, has a driving license.

WEAKNESSES: history of magic, astronomy, ancient runes (fell asleep in class.. sorry professor), essay writing, intolerant of differing opinions (i.e. bigotry).

#𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

born in hogsmeade, scotland — it was an idyllic upbringing, until one considered that she was being raised by a single mother who had no magic with little to no support from her birth father.

used to visit honeydukes on a weekly basis - was a well known customer until she discovered zonko's and became somewhat of a little troublemaker on the cobbled streets. of course, nobody could be too mad because she was just adorable. 

attended primary school with other children from the area and surrounding hamlets. her first proper birthday party was held in the primary schoools assembly hall.

attended her first quidditch match at the age of seven and promptly fell head over heels with the real thing. she had been listening to it on the radio, of course, but had been deemed too young for the chaos of live sports -- which was not an incorrect decision, considering the match she attended actually devolved into rioting. 

she used to visit her grandparents and aunts graves twice a week with her mum. the engraving always made her mum so sad, though, and she decided a long time ago that she hated visiting them. 

always been an active person - loved to run, play football, chase after snitch toys some kid from down the street had brought out because the town was theirs again after the school year ended. 

received her expanded trunk when she settled on her majors from her mum as a celebratory gift. it's old, and faded, chipped a bit in the corners but still holding together - an obvious hand-me-down, though the fixture of an enchanted artificial sun within was an addition. 

she uses her trunk to grow ingredients for the ever popular weasley twins new business venture - www - and takes her payment in the form of discounted products and occasional meals. 

has a 0 tolerance policy for bigotry in any form -- whether it be creature based, blood based or based on the colour of your skin or the gender you identify as, she simply won't have it. this has led to her hot head getting her into hot water before. 

tends to consider her own opinion to be the right one, even if it's not necessarily the case, and as a result has the tendency to bulldoze right over people irrespective of their arguments. rare is it that someone can get her to change her mind - and usually only those on a very short list can do so short of smacking her around the head with the consequences. 

burned all the 'potter stinks' badges in possession of the gryffindor students in the fireplace in the common room last year and she may have gone too far in yelling at students who didn't really know any better, having not interacted with harry all that much. 

regularly sneaks out of the gryffindor dorms via the window. sometimes she simply climbs to the top of the pyre to sit and watch the sunset or sunrise on slanted tiles, or she flies. the latter is more common. 

her mum is a member of the order of the phoenix and quietly a very good friend of aberforth dumbledore. ange has always suspected there's something there that reminds him of the girl in the portrait he has.

is not against using tactics in games that are considered violent. once stole one of the twins beaters bats to ensure that a player that had been trailing and grasping at katie's broom wouldn't be able to bother them for the rest of the match (read: she knocked his ass for six and he ended up in the hospital wing). 

her mum is a squib, the last living meadowes family member. back when she found out she was having angelina, she refused to get married - she's now the only surviving meadowes left, having been deemed less than a threat by voldemort. the fact that she owns several shotguns has never seemed to occur to him - nor the fact that she would blow his little noseless face to pieces, and ange would help. 

had a handful of relationships that were ultimately meaningless, all fizzling out before it could reach any consideration for seriousness. there have been only a couple that she thinks of with true fondness - and one of them never even got off the ground. 

has been having nightmares about having put her name in the goblet of fire. cedric's fate could have been hers, and she can't stop thinking about it. 

she tends to her grudges like they're little pets, unfortunately. or fortunately if you've never had the misfortune of being on her shitlist. 

turned down the position of quidditch captain after a lengthy consideration. her schedule was already packed to bursting and she was ultimately unwilling to part with her membership of the duelling club or the herbology club, both of which are vital to keeping her sane and alive. 

she has snakes. originally it was because she heard that they might be beneficial for the plants she grows, and now it's just because she kind of likes them a lot, despite their obvious dark connotations within the wizarding world.

#𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚜.

gryff girl gang!

her quidditch team aka her family..... small n broken but Still Good. ya.

fellow hogsmeade raised friends

friends

people she's terrorised on the pitch

people she's terrorised off the pitch

fellow order members / freedom fighters? plz

enemies

quidditch rivals who hate her

the one that got away aka the mutual pining ended in them kind of just never happening

george weasley but they're obsessed with each other

fred weasley but they're just besties aka platonic soulmates!!!!

girls!!!! fellow wlw!!!!

[angel1nas]

angelina lang : she was hard not to notice. intelligent and outspoken, friends called her lina; flirts called her angel. when you hear she was charismatic, you must know how well she managed herself: in the way that no one had a bad thing to say. not about her character, anyway. some thought it was an act, but no one could disprove it. her living situation was always complicated, so there was no question why she never brought friends home — just the right amount of distance to breed intrigue 'til the cows came home. class president, soprano 2, prom queen nominee; the title went to a friend of hers whose boyfriend was nominated for king alongside them.

speaking of boyfriends, tommy gomez did seem a little old for her, but no one had the heart or the guts to step in... he was a nice guy, anyway, and she seemed to have it all figured out. a decent job lined up right out of high school, great people skills, greater excuses, and then she disappeared! perhaps off the face of the earth.

most assumed she went off and made it big-time and busy in some distant, coastal city. though, odds are the answer wasn't as simple. odds are, wherever she went, there was a bitter taste in her mouth, an existential crisis or two waiting to happen, as one's twenties tend to bring. she does live on in at least one woman's memory, but only as an odd cardboard cutout of a girl. some other person. whatever it is she's up to, one can only assume that she's very good at it, that it keeps her booked in advance, and that there's profit to made, whether in fame or fortune or just dead birds of affection.

[st4rgrlsims]

my horse ranch pack sims <3

they're about to become a huge part of my legacy generation 2!

more info below hehe

Ani and Lina currently

★ Angelina, nicknamed Lina, and Anastasia, who only goes by ani, grew up very close despite being opposites. Raven haired Angelina gets her looks from her mother, while ani gets her long golden hair from her father’s side of the family. Ani, being the socially awkward girl, she is has always had a difficult time standing up for herself, luckily her sister lina has always been there to back her up. Which is how everything came to a head just over a year ago. After years in the closet, someone at school outed Ani to her parents. They did not react well but instead of confronting it, chose to pretend it never happened and honestly, pretend ani didn’t even exist. Months went by like this until Lina could not take the treatment of her sister anymore and the entire family home exploded into yelling and crying. Ani said nothing the whole night but nothing could be said that would change their mind on the situation. By the end of the night the two had a few of their things packed and were out of the house. For over a year the sisters couch surfed on friends couches but were quickly running dry on homes where they have not yet overstayed their welcome. One day ani took a big risk and applied for a short term job in the town of strangerville to try and help improve their ecosystem. As for now, the both of them are sharing a VERY small and VERY humble trailer home in the town’s trailerpark, awaiting their next move. Little do they know back home their aunt Aria just recently got word of a gift their late great grandparents left to them. 

Anastasia Rios - (Ani) 

☆ loves the outdoors 

★ animal lover 

☆ socially awkward 

★ Ani is a shy girl with a huge love of exploring outside and caring for animals. Even if she is often awkward, she loves being kind to others and making friends with people around town. Unlike her harder to lock down sister, ani had a long-term relationship in her early teen years, although nothing very deep or special. Everyone expected her to marry him, but the relationship came to a sudden end one day when ani had a sudden revelation, she had feelings for a school friend of hers. For years, Angelina was the only person Ani was out to and she has not dated anyone except for her ex-boyfriend. Ever since that friend of hers harshly rejected her and cut off their friendship, ani has not been interested in opening herself up to anyone. Especially not with everything that has happened in the past year and a half. Even though she is not looking for a romantic relationship anytime soon, Ani craves to be deeply rooted in a community of her own and to adopt a big rescue dog.  

Angelina Rios - (Lina) 

★ Loyal 

☆ Self assured 

★ Goofball 

☆ Angelina isn’t all confident and straightforward, she’s very playful and lighthearted, always finding something to laugh about. She has yet to find her passion in life but is currently an amateur entertainer. People always assume she's outgoing because of her never wavering confrontational personality, but she usually keeps to herself and is often quieter than talkative, Aside from her devotion to her sister, Lina yearns for closer connection and is a huge romantic. She prefers to take relationships one step at a time, which has caused her to have little to no experience in relationships, aside from one brief ex-boyfriend from the past. The last couple weeks she has been seeing ares, and while she has been consistent with taking it slow, she also knows she has never felt this way before and his kind and respectful way of pursuing her makes her want to throw caution out and move faster with him. Angelina finds herself being content anywhere her heart is, which is why she is willing to follow her sister anywhere that makes ani happy.  

Family Backstory 

★ Ani and Lina grew up wealthy, their father Alonzo being a big name in the corporate world of Oasis Springs, and their mother Amina being raised since a small child to marry rich and keep up a polished lifestyle.  Ani and lina’s ancestors prided themselves on their successful ranches, continuously preparing their children for the ranch life as well. This lasted for many decades, until Ani and Lina’s grandparents fell in love, and vowed to have a bigger life in the city. After many years the two were still not as successful as they always wished. Bitter with the turnouts of life, they decided if they could not have it, their children would. Their mother Amina, and aunt Aria did quite well in fulfilling their own parents' wishes of escaping the generations of family before them. Amina accomplished everything they hoped, she married a rich man, lived the life of a stereotypical housewife, and gave birth to two beautiful daughters. Aria, on the other hand, went a different route, yet still not straying from her parents' wishes. She is now a successful lawyer, although single and childless as she has always focused on her career. She is not extremely close with either lina or ani but has a supportive family dynamic with them both. A couple of years after the girls were born, their great grandparents, Marie and Dakota found out about what was going on at home. Unhappy with the way their parents and grandparents prioritized money and status over them, they welcomed the girls to stay on the ranch with them every single summer, and even weeks here and there during the school year. Unfortunately, around age 13 both of their great grandparents had passed, and the girls were back to nannies and home in Oasis Springs full time. As far as anyone knew, their great grandparents left nothing to the family they no longer were close with and gave their small fortune away to the town they loved their whole lives. In reality, they left the property to Ani and Lina in hopes the girls would take good care of it. But because they were just children their grandmother was the only one who knew of what the girls would get as soon as they were 18 and kept this from the entire family. She tried for years to sell it but none of the people from the town allowed anyone to go against Marie and Dakotas wishes. Months after the girls left home, their grandmother passed and their aunt Aria, being a lawyer, took over all her mother’s business. Which is where she found the will stating the beloved ranch in Chestnut Ridge belonged 50/50 to nobody but Anastasia and Angelina Rios. 

[cerulli]

i’m pretty sure i just ran into angelina 'angel' cerulli ! you know them, they’re the twenty four year old music teacher / musician that’s been here for two years. they can be pretty endearing, but on the d.l., they’re also flippant. i have their ringtone set as i miss you by blink-182 in my cell. next time you’re around brooklyn, tell them to give me a call ! 

THE BASICS

full name: angelina marie cerulli

nickname(s): angel, lina, gia

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she / her

sexuality: she views herself as bisexual with a heavy preference towards women, but she’s actually a lesbian -she just hasn’t discovered that about herself yet.

sign: sagittarius sun, cancer moon, gemini rising

occupation: aspiring musician and part time guitar teacher

TLDR

angel cerulli was born on the 8th of december, 1979, the only child of two lower to middle class parents who often struggled to make ends meet, but never let her want for anything. with both her parents working long hours, angel was often left to her own devices to do whatever she wanted. days were spent wandering around the brooklyn aimlessly. she was twelve when she first laid eyes on an electric guitar, in the window of a newly opened secondhand store. immediately smitten, she scrimped and saved for several months so she could buy it. time after school was no longer spent fluttering about, but instead on learning how to play the guitar by playing along to songs on MTV.

she started her first band at the age of fourteen, inspired heavily by then-popular grunge brands such as nirvana, pearl jam, and hole. they were about as good as you would expect a band full of middle schoolers to be, but the entire experience put stars in her eyes and made her all the more determined to actually make it. and so with a kiss and a hug goodbye, angel left new york city for los angeles on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, with the absolute bare bones of a plan beyond getting signed to a label — somehow.

it's really no surprise that things went pear shaped almost straight away. turns out that people rarely ever made it in los angeles without having connections or slogging for years. and it turns out the whole starving artist thing? it's stressful. so after four long, gruelling years of exhausting all her savings and getting absolutely nowhere, despite submitting demo after demo and performing show after show for pennies, angel moved back home to brooklyn.

you'd think the whole experience would have made her more cynical, but it's only made her all the more determined to work even harder and try again and again. writing songs and making demos still takes up the large majority of her time, although she's picked up a part time job as a guitar teacher for a couple of rich kids to help pay the bills around the house.

PERSONALITY

angel is a true optimist, a glass half full type of person through and through — it definitely tends to get more than a little annoying from time to time. she's a chatterbox who will absolutely talk your ear off if given the chance, loves making new friends and learning about people and what makes them click. she doesn't take life or herself too seriously, so can come off as facetious from time to time. will absolutely not give up on anything she's set her heart on — annoying but in a donkey from shrek (2001) kind of way <333

WANTED CONNECTIONS

to be added !

[airasora]

Finished the thumbnail for my livestream this Thursday! Horse Ranch is coming out for Sims 4 and my OTP Hollina is making their cottagecore lesbian debut!

Join Angelina, a girl who grew up in Chestnut Ridge and has just taken over her mother's farm, when Holli, a newcomer from San Myshuno, shows up and decides to become her new live-in ranch hand! Problem is Holli is a city slicker and has no idea what she's doing, but there's something about her that makes Lina's heart flutter - and Holli has to admit there's something impressive about a girl as young as Lina being as good of a horse rider as she is. Perhaps their living together can blossom into something more?

Livestream event will be made tomorrow so keep an eye out for the starting time! :D

[sylviawitch]

HP head canon - Gran Drommy

random head canon for the Next Gen kids.

Teddy calls Andromeda Tonks “Gran” and Harry and Ginny call her “Andromeda” and James, aged about 5, gets it into his head that this means that her real name is “Grandromeda” and everyone is just shortening it, so he starts trying to call her that. After all, his Auntie Angelina is called Lina by the people she works with and Angie by most of the family, so…

It ends up being twisted into “Gran Drommy” by his little brother and sister, who can’t manage the whole thing but insist on trying to copy James, no matter what their parents say; and is taken up by all the Weasley clan. This is why Molly Weasley is sometimes known as “Grandma Molly” rather than just “Grandma”.

[jimothy-hopkins]

Meddling Kids V

WARNING! This series contains mentions of violence, swearing, gore, EDs, SH, attempted/mentioned SA, drug use and many other things that and trigger or cause discomfort to some readers. Please do not indulge in this work if you are sensitive to any of those topics. Also, to clarify, I do NOT in ANY WAY work to support/romanticize/glamorize any of these tropics in this story. That is not what I stand for and that is not who I am as a person.

This is a Bully/Manhunt crossover work, so expect stuff out of left field.

“Alice!”

“Alice!”

“Alice, come on!”

She was interrupted by a hand pulling her back.

“Angelina, what are you doing? It’s three in the morning!” Summer scolded.

“Alice, she-” Angelina breathed.

“Lina, come on, you need to come back inside. It’s freezing out,” Summer told her, her face softening.

Angelina looked down at her feet. Tears bubbled in her eyes as she finally regained clarity. The blonde followed her friend back to the girls' dorms. Summer tucked her in, crawling back into her bed adjacent to Angelina’s.

That morning, Jimmy walked around campus. He pulled his hat over his ears, shielding them from the cold. Even the wig Pete had installed wasn’t enough to keep his head warm.

“Jimmy! Wait!” A voice called.

He turned around, jumping back in surprise as Angelina came barreling towards him, sliding to a stop.

“Geez, Lina. You good?” He turned his head.

“Have you got any news on Alice?’

Jimmy stayed quiet, thinking for a moment and sighing.

“Maybe,”

“What do you mean ‘maybe’? Goddamit Hopkins! just give me a yes or no!” The tall girl snapped.

“Woah, calm down. I might know someone who may know something about what happened to your girl. I don’t have anything right now,” Jimmy explained.

Angelina sighed, looking around worriedly. “Please, if you have anything, tell me first!” She begged.

“I will, I promise,” He assured.

“I just- I miss her so much..” The bully sniffled.

“I know, I know. I’m going to find Alice for you, Lina, don’t worry,” Jimmy reaffirmed.

Angelina leaned forward, locking Jimmy in a tight, awkward embrace. He returned the affection and patted her on the back. After a few moments, they pulled apart and went their separate ways. Jimmy felt terrible for her.

Jimmy briskly walked to the library and saw Gary loitering outside, presumably waiting for Jimmy.

“Hey, moron,”

“Good morning to you too, dipshit,” Jimmy shivered, “where’s Ed?”

“He’s not here. According to Seth Kolbe, he decided to take some time off at a cabin his grandmother owns in the countryside.” Gary explained.

Jimmy’s stomach dropped. “Oh, that sucks,”

“Anyways, we need to figure out what’s up with the DA,” Gary spoke.

“How? It’s not like we can just show up there again after what happened and talk to him,”

“Obviously not, you idiot!” Gary snapped.

“Hey! You two! Get to class!” A sharp voice yelled.

The boys turned, looking ahead of them. There stood Diana Prescott with her arms crossed and brows furrowed.

“What are you two standing there for !? I said go!” She shouted.

Jimmy and Gary exchanged an idiotic look of realization before they hauled ass to their first block class.

All day Jimmy couldn’t keep still. Diana Prescott was the defense attorney’s daughter. If anyone knew anything, it had to be her. They needed to somehow bribe or pressure her into giving up information. Rumor had it her father was on that case like a bloodhound, but the lack of evidence said otherwise. Jimmy wasn’t a scholar, but he was smart enough to know when things were allowed to slide, even when they shouldn’t be.

After class, Jimmy ran to meet with Gary. The pair set off to see their other friend, Pete.

When they arrived at his dorm, they began to knock until the door opened.

“What do you idiots want?’ Pete whined.

“You know where Diana lives?” Jimmy asked.

“Why do you need to know that?”

“Cause we need to go to her place for something,” Gary explained.

Silence hung for a moment as Pete gave them a look.

“Ew, no- not in that way,” Gary gagged.

“Oooh,” Pete laughed.

“It’s about Alice. We think Diana’s dad’s doing some shady shit,” Jimmy said.

“I'll tell you guys,” Pete nodded, “but only if I get to come with,”

“Ugh, fine. Come on guys, we don’t have all day,” Jimmy turned, walking to the garages to grab his bike.

Jimmy had no idea how hard riding a bike with two other people was. Usually, he’d be the one hitching a ride on the back. Now it was him on the seat, Pete on the handlebars, and Gary on the back pegs. The bike wobbled and slid under the weight. Joined by Jimmy’s lack of coordination, they nearly crashed three times before entering the vale.

“Take a right. That’s Diana’s house, the fourth one,” Pete pointed.

Jimmy let out a breath as he finally halted his bike. The other two got off as Jimmy carelessly tossed his bicycle to the side. The trio made their way to the front door and began to pound on it all at once while Pete rapidly rang the bell.

The door swung open, Diana angrily peering from inside.

“What the hell are you guys doing!?” She asked.

“Can we come in?” Jimmy asks.

“Wha-? Of course not! Go away!” The prefect snapped.

“Petey!?” A voice squealed, light footsteps running up to the door.

A little boy pushed himself in front of Diana. He was an auburn-haired, freckle-faced, skinny eight-year-old kid who was almost Jimmy’s height. There went his ego.

“Hey, Issac!” Pete smiled.

“Issac, go back inside,” Diana ordered.

“But I want Petey to stay!” The child begged.

“He can’t. You have homework to do.”

“Then Petey can help me!”

Diana sighed.

“Please, Diana?” Issac pleaded, looking up at her with his big brown eyes.

“Fine, fine. You guys can come in..”

“Yay! Petey, come look at what I did in class today!” The little boy beamed.

Pete allowed himself to get pulled away by Issac as Jimmy and Gary entered the large home.

“Hey, we needed to ask you something,” Jimmy started.

“What?”

“We wanted to know if you knew anything about Alice Cuellar, the girl who went missing,”

“I don’t.” She answered with a shrug.

“What? Your dad hasn’t told you anything?’

“No, he never talks about his cases with us. It makes Issac upset.” Diana explained.

“Well, could we at least go into his office and look around?” Jimmy sighed.

“Absolutely not! Are you ridiculous?!” She sneered.

“Look here, Diana. I know this sounds irrational. But for the past three weeks, Angelina’s been losing sleep over this. She isn’t doing well. I mean, Alice is her girlfriend. She needs to know if she's ok or not. Not to mention she’s our friend too! I think we have a right to know what’s happened to her.” Gary explained, his face softening.

Diana stood, contemplating for a minute.

“Please, we just want to know,” Gary begged, tensing up his lips as if he was about to cry.

“Fine, here’s the keys. His office is on the second floor,” Diana sighed, grabbing them from a hook on the wall and handing them to Gary.

“Thank you,” He nodded, ushering Jimmy to follow him.

They jogged up the stair and looked around.

“That was kinda messed up, Gary,” Jimmy commented as the other tried the key on a door.

“Well, how else were we gonna get this key?”

“Whatever,” Jimmy scoffed.

Gary tried two other doors with the key, grumbling when they didn’t open. One down, he tried again, and the door opened. Inside was a somewhat organized office. Gary instantly went to the desk, digging through the papers. Jimmy went to a file cabinet, flicking through names and dates.

“Nothing but basic stuff we already know, besides from a bloody ice skate,” Gary grimaced, holding up a bag.

“So she must've been at the bay then,” Jimmy said.

“Probably got somebody with this thing too. You see how sharp the blades are on this thing?” Gary inspected.

Jimmy peered up, eyes widening. “Sheesh, I didn’t know they could get that sharp.”

Gary set the bagged skate down, turning to the bookshelves. He ran his hand along the spines, reading the titles. Gary picked up on an odd noise, taking a closer look at a thicker book with an all-too-smooth spine. He grabbed it, shocked to see that it wasn’t a book. It was a lockbox in disguise.

“Hey Jimmy, come look at this!”

“What is it?” The ginger walked over, leaning over.

“Lockbox, you found a key?”

“Yeah, actually,” Jimmy said, snatching a tiny gold flat key hidden inside a tissue box.

Gary grabbed the key, unlocking the fake book. Opening the box, they found a VHS tape inside. Gary dropped the box on the floor, inspecting the film. On the side of the VHS was a strip of masking tape with the words ‘SK8ER-GURL’ scribbled on in messy handwriting.

“What if we just found his porn stash?” Jimmy grimaced.

“Come on, SK8ER-GURL? It’s obviously related to Alice, you moron,” Gary scoffed, hiding the tape within his winter coat.

“Whatever, let’s just clean up and get outta here, man,” Jimmy shook his head.

After a short clean-up, the boys locked the door and rushed downstairs. Back downstairs, they met with Diana, who was busy helping her little brother out of his winter clothes. Pete stood nearby, red face and shivering. They must’ve been playing outside with one another. Once Issac was out of his coat, Diana turned back to the boys.

“You guys need to go now. My parents are going to come back soon,” She sighed.

“Alright, thank you for letting us look around,” Gary nodded.

“Bye, Petey!” Issac called as they walked out the door.

“I’ll see you later, Issac!” Pete smiled.

The three walked back to Jimmy’s bike, getting on one by one. It was hard to start the ride up again, and Jimmy could only imagine how stupid the three of them all looked. After swerving a few times and almost getting hit by a taxi, they somehow managed to get back onto the school campus. Jimmy locked his bike back up in the garage and turned to chase after Pete and Gary, who headed for the boys’ dormitory.

They hurried inside, leaving their coats on as they shuffled into Pete’s dorm room, closing and locking the door for privacy.

Gary pulled out the VHS, struggling to place it in the VCR. Jimmy slapped his hand and put it in the right way while Pete hit the play button.

Instead of some cheesy, poor-quality porn film, they saw something completely different. Something that, to this day, Jimmy wished he could forget.

Alice Cuellar, tied up and gagged. Flmed in the backseat of a vehicle accompanied by dark laughter.

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madison   bailey.     she/her.     cis   woman.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   angelina   braxton   ,   most   likely   listening   to   jotto   by   bibi   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   two   year   old    gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -guarded   yet   +independent   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about  a   stack   of   dogeared   books,   quiet   libraries,   the   soft,   soothing   sound   of   fingers   clicking   against   a   keyboard,   reading   glasses   slipping   down   the   bridge   of   her   nose   ,   followed   by   japanese   cherry   blossom   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about  angel   throwing   a   glass   of   water   in   the   face   of   an   executive   of   a   reputable   company   before   smacking   him   and   storming   out   of   a   restaurant   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .  

name. angelina braxton. nickname(s). angel, lina. dob. february 2nd, 2001. sexual orientation. pansexual. romantic orientation. panromantic. birthplace. queens, new york. hometown. queens, new york. current location. new york city, new york. nationality. american. ethnicity. african descent / caucasian. occupation. reluctant influencer and model / aspiring author. social class. recently upper middle class - rising. living arrangements. in queens with her mother and half-brother.

face claim. madison bailey. height. 5'10" eye color. dark brown. hair color. dyed brownish-honey blonde. tattoos. none. piercings. ears.

positive. independent, creative, confident, self sufficient, intelligent. negative. guarded, impatient, blunt, reactive, judgmental. personality / mannerisms inspo. prue halliwell (charmed), bonnie bennett (the vampire diaries), rosalie hale (twilight).

bio. angelina was raised by her mother, and in a sense, her older half-brother as well. her father wasn't really in the picture, so her mother struggled quite a bit raising her and her older half-brother. it wasn't easy growing up in a one income household in new york, but the three of them made do with what they had. angel learned from a very young age that money, while desired and prioritized by some, was not the most important thing in the world. she actually began to resent the idea of wealth. she hated seeing people flaunt their money around while her and her family struggled to make ends meet. it wasn't fair in her eyes; but she had been taught early on that life wasn't fair by life itself. where she wasn't blessed in financial relief, she was blessed with intelligence. angel was the top of her class in every year that she was in school, getting on the honor roll throughout elementary, middle and high school, and even getting on the deans list while she was in college. in her eyes, academics was the only thing that she was really good at. while people could create art, making clothes, make music, sing, dance or act, she could solve any equation given to her or write an entire essay on a novel in less than an hour. it just came naturally to her. academics were her niche, where she felt most comfortable. during her senior year of high school, angelina was accepted into multiple universities - yale, princeton, columbia and stanford to name a few. she wanted to experience living on her own, so she enrolled in yale.. only to come back a semester later because she missed her brother and mother so much. after deciding to return home, she enrolled in columbia instead, like her older brother, and studied english and comparative literature. she took extra classes during the summer and winter months, which allowed her to graduate earlier than usual.

after graduating, she started her journey of trying to become a published author. angelina's always been a lover of books and literature, and after years of writing short stories, and more recently, a novel of her own, she finally wanted to get her work published. unfortunately for her, she didn't realize how difficult it would be to get a publishing company to look at her work, let alone take her seriously. she never thought she'd get a break or an opportunity, until early 2022 came around. angel, unwillingly and unknowingly, went viral on tiktok and twitter last year. being the subject of one of those "tiktok/twitter, do your thing and help me find this girl," trends, the video of her reading on a park bench gained millions of views and likes. so much attention was given to the video that she, stupidly, came out and said that the girl was her. next thing she knew, her usually dead social media accounts were flooded with followers and DMs. so at the encouragement of her friends, she began posting more often. as it turned out, people really enjoyed her dark sense of humor and blunt personality, which brought her even more popularity. in less than three months, she had half a million followers. by the time 2022 was coming to a close, she had over a million. she was being contacted by brands, companies and designers left and right, everyone offering her money to promote them or model their clothes.

and what did angel do? she accepted the offers. all because she knew that it could possibly open doors to the future that she really wanted. however, she's beginning to regret her decision at feeding into it. she's growing more and more popular by the day, more and more people online knowing her as a tiktok star turned model and influencer; things that she never wanted to be associated with. a lot of people would kill to be in her shoes, but she'd kill to be out of them. personality. independent and self sufficient, angelina would sooner chew on broken glass than willingly say that she needed someone to help her with something. she likes to do things on her own; she always has. even from a young age, she liked to handle her problems on her own without going to her mother and her older brother. and even though she knows that it's not a bad thing to ask others for help, she can't help but feel weak whenever she has to. she's quite emotionally guarded, however she's very reactive when she feels as though she's being attacked or backed into a corner.

connections. best friend. the person that angelina is closest to. the person, besides her family, that she would trust with her life. one of the only people who ever really get to see her vulnerable side. new friend(s). ever since her rising popularity and attention, she's found herself rubbing elbows with the wealthy people she used to hate. well, not them exactly, but the idea of wealthy people. but as it turns out.. they're not too bad. buddy system. much like angel, this person is new to the spotlight and they're both trying to find their footing and not get lost in the sauce. savior. this person is already used to life in the spotlight and is a guiding light for angelina on how not to lose herself in it all. enemies. this person is everything angel hates about rich people; spoiled, entitled, and self centered. angel is judgmental and doesn't bother hiding her disdain; it's not surprise they return the same sentiment. ex-lovers / fwbs. they used to date. but their romance fizzled out. the sexual tension? that's here to stay. etc. open to anything else!