#I need to draw her with her violin more

[lustrous-dreams-art]

Adrift

[deeva-arud]

Deeva Årud - Club Wear Voice Lines

When Summoned: Lights dimmed, tension building up… Are you ready to feel our rhythm? Summon Line: Playing music with friends is fun, I’m glad to be here even though I’m starting to feel a bit nervous.

Groooovy!!: We’d be delighted to see you at our next show. Spotting a familiar face among the crowd is always nice. Home: “Let’s rock and roll”, as some would say. Home Idle 1: I joined the Pop Music Club on my second year. Perhaps it’s quite a drastic change from my previous club but… it’d be a lie to say I’m not enjoying my time here. Home Idle 2: Most of the time I’m the one suggesting we should practice, but somehow Lilia, Cater and Kalim always distract me with all these unknown snacks and gadgets. Sometimes I have the feeling they do it on purpose… Home Idle 3: I need to warm my hands, it’s hard playing an instrument when they’re cold. Home Idle – Login: *humming Piece of My World* Ah- sorry, I didn’t see you there. Can I help you with something? Home Idle – Groovy: I’ve been playing violin and other instruments since I was a kid. My family has always had a connection with music and I’ll gladly continue this legacy. Conveying your thoughts and feelings through sounds is quite satisfactory. Home Tap 1: My first concert with them? Since it was the first time I’d be playing in front of many people, I knew I’d have a hard time trying to look at the audience. Cater noticed and told me to look at him so I could feel less overwhelmed… Let’s say I didn’t expect him to be so literal. His clones substituted the audience because no one came to see us. Home Tap 2: Hm, my violin? Indeed, it’s not the same one I use at Mostro Lounge. An electric violin is more suitable for the club’s activities. I’m surprised you noticed it. That means someone’s been paying too much attention to the musician playing ambience music… That was a joke. Home Tap 3: Kalim and I joined the club in the same year so I got to see how much he’s improved his drumming technique. It’s impressive. Certainly, Lilia’s been an excellent teacher to him. Home Tap 4: I like the idea of having customized masks for our performances. Maybe I should mention it once we have enough funds. Home Tap 5: I recently accepted to do some vocals just for our club sessions. You can come see us, but please refrain from telling everyone else. At the moment, I only feel comfortable singing for a few people. Home Tap – Groovy: When it comes to a band like this many wouldn’t think of a violinist, but that actually gives songs an interesting feeling, don’t you think? Duo: [DEEVA]: Ready for a shocking performance, Cater? [CATER]: Ready as ever, Dee-chan!

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Adoption | Learn

“So let me get this straight.”

Danny stared at the group of vigilantes in front of him, a look of utter disbelief etched onto his face.

“Batman had a baby with Catwoman, she hid it from him, gave the baby up for adoption, and that baby is me. And you’re all here because Batman’s other ex also had a hidden pregnancy, but she’s a homicidal maniac who wants to make sure her son is the only blood child because of some weird cult rules?”

If they’d been in a cartoon, there’s be crickets chirping. He continued, voice growing less disbelieving and more angry as he went.

“And because some cult wants to kill me, I have to give up my whole life, cut off all contact with my family and friends, go live in a state 900 miles away, and stay cooped up— for an unknown amount of time— in Bruce Wayne’s mansion, because that’s who Batman really is.”

A stilted silence filled the room of the safe house Danny had been dragged to a few hours ago, sans the unnecessarily long explanation he’d just summarized.

After a few more moments, Nightwing stepped forward and smiled gently at him an oh, that rankled Danny. He did not need whatever kid gloves the guy was about to pull on. Before Bluebell had a chance to open his mouth, Danny channeled his inner Jazz and raised his hand for silence. Nightwing paused, and Danny proceeded to give them all a single, flat, unimpressed look, and then stated factually,

“I’m not leaving, I’m not staying with yet another frootloop billionaire, and I’m not in the least concerned with dying. So. You can all go back to where you belong, I’ll stay here, where I belong, and if any cultist come knocking I’ll deal with them just like I’ve been dealing with every other threat in this town the last six months: alone. Because apparently the entire Justice League is too busy to respond to calls for help about inter-dimensional threats popping in and out of my parents basement on a daily basis.”

… Okay, so Danny may have been yelling a bit by the end, but it was justified! And oh, Danny really wished his life was a cartoon right now, because that cricket chirping would be been perfect. He’s pretty sure he broke a few of them. Nightwing looked ready to cry.

Good. Danny was too tired to deal with this sh*t.

Thanks to the whole Pariah Dark thing last month, Danny was apparently immortal now anyways, so even if the cult people managed to completely destroy his body, he’d just reform in the Zone. Because he was now connected to it, and only another ghost could End him like he had Pariah, because of some weird dimensional rules. Apparently, since humans couldn’t rule the Infinite Realms, they just, like… didn’t qualify to kill him. That went for aliens, demons, gods, and other non-human beings of sentience.

So Danny’s got that going for him at least. About time something useful came outta this whole disaster of a school year.

But he’d gotten off track. Before him stood a truly ridiculous number of vigilantes, and they all looked like he’d just slapped them with a fish and then played violin with it. For a few minutes, Danny just basked in the stuttering and bewildered looks, before he noticed Nightwing drawing himself up in righteous determination and decided that yeah, he was done now.

At this point, being a dramatic a**hole to people (or ghosts) who were annoying him was just second nature, so he straightened to attention, raised his hand in a salute, and then let himself sink through the floor, perfectly stoic.

The stuttering turned to panicked shouts, and Danny’s last view of his apparent siblings was a few people lunging for him and missing, winding up tangled together on the carpet.

‘Ahhhh, yesss, I will treasure that memory always! Ah well, time to get home! Maybe I should scout out for those cult people, mess around with them. Maybe follow them back sometime, meet my half-brother. That could be fun, me and Ellie can make a road trip of it this summer! Maybe by then, the Justice Losers will have gotten their heads out as their butts.’

Meanwhile, back at the safe house, several frantic calls were being made about the dimensional threats and the League of Assassins and the possibly meta human, definitely vigilante brother.

Amity Park was about to get a lot more chaotic.

[planete777]

Blurb/fluff request but could you do lando and aftercare. You’re just really tired after going at it and don’t wanna shower or take our makeup off so he draws you a bath and does everything for you xx

18+ blurb beneath, so MINORS DNI! this is so very cute, im in my fluff era 💕

overstimulation was buzzing in her flesh. lando had been relentless, had an almost insatiable sex drive, that had them going at it for hours, and there wasn't a muscle in her body that didn't feel completely sated. there was a gentle throb between her legs, completely stretched out and used, and she basked in the feeling of it all, falling over the edge of sleep.

lando was sprawled beneath her, pressing kisses and trailing soft touches into her skin, and it heightened her blissed out state.

"come on baby," lando's voice was hushed and gentle, "we need to take a bath."

she could barely feel where her legs connected to her body, and just the thought of her having to walk to the bathroom made her sink further into lando's warmth.

"can't, lan'. i don't even think i have legs right now."

lando warmly laughed, dotting more kisses unto her forehead, "i'll carry you."

y/n slowly smiled, "then you've got a deal."

..

the bath lando drew was more bubbles than water, but with the radiating heat from behind her, hands caressing her skin as if he were playing a violin, y/n revelled in it the same.

lando had been true to his word, and carried y/n, bridal style, into the bath; thinks i've never been this pampered before, which, not long after, glides into i love this man.

as the water cooled down, lando brought them out of the bath, patting her dry as she sat on the ledge, and speaking endearments right into her skin, sealed off with burning lips melting upon her flesh.

the next minute she became sentient again, they were laying in bed, fully dressed and draped under the duvet. her mind speaks what her mouth doesn't, too tired to move even a sliver, but she certain lando knows of it all.

"i love you so much, baby."

and all y/n could do is succumb to the exhaustion creeping up her limbs with a smile.

he definitely knows.

[x1nanzhua0]

Saw this trend on twitter and my first thought was — I need to do this with the gang so here we go

Deja and Cam join Juniper (my winter!mc) doodling all over her notes!

I don’t have much time to draw my MC and do her profile properly yet (blame my college quiz and assignments), I will tho, someday.

But, I did write down some basic facts and some random things about her :3

Starting w/ the basics — Juniper Clarke (she/her), 20 (DOB : 12 September/Virgo). Law major and Theatre minor. Korean.

and fun facts below the cut

12 Fun (?) Facts about Juniper Clarke

Is adopted by a gay couple, her pa is a lawyer and her dad works as a screenwriter.

The middle child; has an older brother (23) and a younger sister (8).

Got a Korean name from her pa (who is also Korean) that no one other than her family knows, even Deja and Cam.

Low spice tolerance. She once ate the buldak ramen and added a whole pack of the sauce, then ended up crying so hard that Deja started to feel sorry for her and got her some bobas.

Former child actress! (only got the supporting roles tho)

A mother of 3 children cats; Aurora (F), Apollo (M), and Anneliese (F)

Dyed her hair calico color to match Aurora because she is her first pet and raised by herself since 15. (yep she has her favorite but still loves all of them anyway)

No dating experience, nor has she ever felt any attraction to anyone in particular. However, she doesn’t mind dating and thinks about having a partner sometimes. There were some who tried to approach her but their approaches are ALWAYS either annoying or disgusting.

Musically gifted; has an angelic voice and plays many instruments (guitar, bass, piano, violin — the list goes on). Oh! She also likes dancing.

Learned foreign languages just to sing songs in that language perfectly.

Black belt in Taekwondo. It’s best to not mess with her or touch her without consent ;)

Dislikes bugs, but not as afraid of them as Deja is, she only avoids encounters as much as possible — Funny story; she accidentally stepped on a cockroach without noticing, but her two best friends saw everything (panicking even) and hesitated whether they should tell her or not. (they did, and Juniper almost fainted)

Juniper is my one and only MC for keyframes and I have no plans to create more. I ALSO can't choose which LIs I want to pursue but I'd like to see how things go and let future Juniper and the cast decide themselves (even though I kinda drew a meme about her and Jamie in a relationship *cough*). I'm a sucker for slow burn anyway! (Still, I like her chemistry with Percy and Jamie the most lol)

[megistusdiary]

hiii! can i be 🕊️ anon? anyway,, what about s/o!fem!reader x s/o!arlecchino short fic w/ reader being able to play an instrument, possibly the piano or a guitar. and then one day, arle comes home after a long day of work to find reader playing (instrument) in their shared bedroom, and arle just stands there and watches them and then when reader is done, they turn around to find arle smiling (mischievously) and melts, super embarrassed idk im having brainrot 😭 i NEED more arlecchino content. ive already read everything i found

hi, omg. yes ofc you can be 🕊 anon!! welcome to my blog ✨️

that's such a cute concept. personally, i'd like to believe arlecchino can play the violin or piano too, so imagine a future duet 🤭

imagine living together in arle's fancy home, and it's her piano in your shared room, and then she finds you playing, which makes it extra special, right?? 😁

also, girl, i HEAR you. literally only came back to writing because there was a serious lack of content for all the pretty women. someone's gotta do it 🫡 i hope this is alright for you

arlecchino x fem!pianist ⋆.࿔*

contents: fluff, wlw pairing, reader plays piano

arlecchino walked into the door with a million problems on her mind, as per usual. she was silent as she tossed her jacket onto a nearby chair, rolling her sore shoulders and neck, eyebrows still furrowed from frustration.

her thoughts were as tense as her muscles, only to relax involuntarily when she heard soft music coming from the bedroom.

she took careful steps, minimizing the click of her heels on the tile towards the beautiful music. she instantly recognized the piece being played; one of her personal favorites that she had memorized the sheet music for entirely.

the bedroom door was already open partially, allowing music to flood out into the hallway. she slowly pushed the door further open, completely silent as she leaned against the doorframe.

her eyes fell upon you at her grand piano, a rather expensive and elegant model. arlecchino often played in the evenings for you or vice versa, though she had never heard you play when you assumed you were alone.

the stress from her day's work slowly melted from her face with each press of the keys from your fingers. she admired how elegant you looked at this moment, how you seemed to be completely pulled into the music, so focused you hadn't yet recognized her presence.

the corners of her lips quirked up as you neared the end of the song, the part you knew was her favorite. subconsciously, you drew it out longer, causing her heart to swell within her chest.

once the song was over, the minute you turned around, you let out a soft gasp, nearly falling off the piano bench. "you scared me! how long were you there?" your voice was rushed, embarrassment clear on your face.

her arms were folded over her chest, a slight smirk on her lips. "nice to see you too. you play beautifully." she walks over to you, leaning down over where you sat.

the way you looked up at her so sweetly had her melting, tilting your chin up to kiss your forehead. "did you mean to draw that last part out, or did you forget how the song ends?" she teased as she leaned back up.

she relished in the way you turned away, ears heating up as you stood up from the bench. "ah, forget it! i'm all done! the piano is yours!" you huffed, stomping away, leaving her to chuckle dryly at your retreating form.

[nemo-in-wonderland]

You are my Peace

"First day of love never comes back A passionate hour's never a wasted one The violin, the poet's hand Every thawing heart plays your theme with care

Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled

Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool Drown into eyes while they're still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn"

"WHILE YOUR LIPS ARE STILL RED" - Nightwish

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sooo, it's been quite a day, not going to lie.

I was working on something that was stressing me out far more than I expected, tbh.

But, drawing my beloveds soundly asleep in each other's arms always calm me, and this time was no exception.

So please, do enjoy this quick artwork(literally, I did it under 2 hours) that I did of Mephisto and Aranea soundly asleep , hidden away somewhere in Mephistar, where no one can reach them and disturb them.

As I said before, Mephisto doesn't really sleep, he doesn't truly need to. But he knows that Aranea does, so he enjoys just laying there with her in his arms for all the hours she needs to rest, because she brings him a sense of peace and quiet.

Sure, his brain never stop working and scheming, but for a few hours, he gets to just silence the world around him, so long he has Aranea in his arms.

And I loved drawing this, you have no idea how much. <3

Who would have thought that these two would have become my comfort ship??? lolol Life is truly unpredictable.

And now it's time for me to go to sleep myself!

Hope you will like this!

--Nemo

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

okay so TENATIVE predictions for season 4: it looks like they're going to be playing into the mandela effect. half the universe remembers the umbrella timeline, half the universe remembers the sparrow timeline, and the ONLY thing both groups remember is Ben.

I've been praying since day one that Ben will have memories of both lives in his head, and judging by the fact he appears to be Going Through It in the trailer I assume that'll be the case.

since Ben is at the center of the conspiracy, I almost want to say he's who they're supposed to be rescuing? like, maybe instead of One Ben Two Lives, it's Two Bens One Cup. I don't think they'll do that, though. They're probably trying to rescue Jennifer. HOWEVER I do think it would be really sexy if Nick Offerman and Megahn Mullally weren't playing a couple but were instead playing the same person from different universes (hence being named Gene and Jean), and they somehow found each other and that's why they're leading this conspiracy.

Mystery Jennifer is stressing me out. obviously by the glowing she's got something going on. I'm thinking there's a possibility she was erased from the family's memories after Ben's death- the trailer makes it seem like Reginald made Allison rumor them after the fact. there's probably a decent chance they all knew her, she lost control of her powers, Ben died, Reginald locked her away and erased all traces of her. maybe in the sparrow timeline she died instead, or maybe she was always locked up there and Ben was drawing her from memories that were already starting to leak through from the og timeline, but either way probably in trying to uncover how Ben died they figure out they have to save her. idk!

also, six is like. a random number of years I'm sorry. why wouldn't they just say five years later? maybe another thing to do with Ben bc umbrella Ben was number six? I'm probably reading too much into that one.

I'm truly SO scared they're gonna reveal none of them have spoken during the time skip. Five doesn't deserve that 😭😭. in my perfect world him and Viktor have an apartment but the show writers 100% forgot they said those two were best friends when they were kids judging by the rest of the series rip. when the Gene and Jean characters were first announced I thought maybe Five got stuck in the foster system and they took him in, and that could still be the case (maybe that's how they noticed the universe is a lie in the first place, the boy loves to Yap) but I think it's less likely now idk

if Diego and Lila's daughter isn't named Gracie....what was this all for. what was this all building towards. what's the point. LMFAO I know the popular fanon one is Anita (personally in my head I've been calling her Poppy and I Don't Know Why) but like Gracie is the only name that makes sense, Diego is Too Much of a mama's boy to accept anything else.

this one isn't a prediction it's just a demand- I DEMAND a white violin icon moment set to extraordinary girl by green day. they can 100% get away with just doing an instrumental version since Viktor's not a girl lmfao, but it literally Haunts Me that they didn't do that at the end of season 1 (or at LEAST play the opening of letterbomb when Viktor was in the basement hallucinating) so they NEED to make up for that. it's the last season. play the fucking song oh my God.

there might be too much going on to bring the sparrows back in any meaningful way, but like! I liked them! I especially wanted more Marcus last season, he and Viktor had good chemistry. and Fei was an icon. Why Are We Hiding Sloane Tho. I considered maybe they were rescuing Sloane, but like, Luther just seems a little too happy for that to be the case? that's why I also think Diego and Lila's kid isn't the one being rescued like I saw some theories suggest- Diego is so excited and Lila's grinning in the car scene. can't imagine their 5 year old is missing.

Five is absolutely gonna die. like I'm sorry since episode 1 there's never been a believable outcome where everything's okay and he lives. HOWEVER I think there's a very strong chance the series could end with the timeline is finally saved and set right, and grandpa Five died- but then right at the end 2002 baby Five shows up and gets stuck in the safe timeline. Five has been a walking paradox the whole series. it'd be bittersweet to lose the Five we love, but know that he's still technically getting a happy ending because he doesn't have to live through the apocalypse and become an assassin. I think that's like the best outcome we can hope for.

I think it'd be EXTREMELY funny if Reginald is just super nice now that Abigail is back. like the entire excuse for 30 years of insane behavior was that he missed his wife. bestie there are better ways to cope than abusing superpowered kids </3 but lmao I'm intrigued by him and Viktor being together in both trailers! I've always gotten the feeling that Viktor is one of his 'favorites' (to the best of his ability anyway), and from the brief childhood flashbacks we see that he had baby V acting as an assistant for him, so I'd like to see their relationship expanded a little bit. honestly I just want a lot about Reginald cleared up- he does give off the distinct impression that he actually cares about his kids, even though he's abusive. I'm assuming the explanation will be something along the lines of 'well I always planned to bring you back and safe in the New Universe', that he was approaching it as a 'they have to suffer now to save the universe, and then they can be happy' mindset. that would be interesting. but I'm also a little worried they'll wave his behavior off with 'oh he's an alien he just can't understand how he affected them', which, would suck writing-wise.

I'm worried about Allison- I'm sure they're gonna want her to have a full redemption by the end of the series, but what she did to Viktor and Luther last season...like I just don't know that they'll pull off a meaningful redemption, to where it's believable that they forgive her (other than the fact they're both softies and push overs). not with the shorter season, anyway! I *think* the person Viktor was punching in the trailer was Allison. but I'm worried that instead of actually fixing the issue the writers will just have her do a sacrifice play. especially since, bless her, she's the least sacrificial person in the family, so I could see the argument that it'll be a meaningful character growth moment, but like...if they don't actually have her believably fix her mistakes it'll just feel like a lazy writing move. also, I love her and I don't want any of them to die. as I said, the only death I'm willing to accept is Five's WITH the promise of baby Five getting a happy ending.

I want the Handler to come back, even if it's only for one scene. sorry, I think her absence was one of the low points of season 3.

I think if Grace appears in this season at all it won't be the robot version we're used to, but an older version of her human self that Diego met in the 60s. could be very bittersweet. I just don't think the robot exists in this universe bc honestly if my husband revived me from the dead but then I found out he's been living without me just fine, but made a robot copy of a pretty young fling he had after my death and seemingly can't live without her. I'd be a little pissed! sorry! lmao that said I also have personally been headcannoning that Grace is actually a cyborg and not a robot this whole time, the kids just don't know because of all the insane protocols Reginald set up, so if they do something with that instead I'll be really excited.

Diego and Lila's daughter deserves powers<3

alright I think that's all I got for now. but I wanna hear more theories!!

[kkongdakz]

“ KISS ME. ” ft. zb1's hyung line

synopsis : what it’s like to make out with hyung line?

hyung line x gn!reader, genre : fluff & suggestive, warning : suggestive for some of them, wc : 1,445

after a long week of hard work, a movie night with your boyfriend jiwoong was all you deserved. and not the least of all : the first one he had chosen was none other than the famous titanic movie. the popcorn dish on his lap, one of your arms was hanging on his, the other picking a handful of popcorns before stuffing them in your mouth under the amused look of jiwoong. without paying more attention to his reactions, the film arrived at this famous scene, where rose asks jack to draw a portrait of her. being attentive to the least of their words, you do not notice the eyes of your boyfriend fixed and tenderly placed on your concentrated face. after a few seconds, you finally turn your face towards his, telling him in the most serious way : « draw me like one of your french girl. » — thanks to the weak light, you could not see the tip of his ears reddened, but in less time than it takes to say it, jiwoong's arms pushed you back, lovingly pressing his lips against yours. it was feverish and warm, his hands roaming your body in the most exquisite way, while your stomach was caught in a whirlwind of crazy butterflies. his fingers touching your boiling skin almost made you dizzy, not to mention his sweet way of kissing you. it was a mixture of feverishness and loving delicacy, it was addictive.

which is more cool than having a private music teacher, is to have the most talented boy in town as a teacher. and by that, i mean the one and only zhang hao. the irony was, you could play the violin almost perfectly, but your mother thinks you still need practice — so she did everything to make you the best and most complete teacher to the prodigy. but hao noticed very quickly that you didn't need help, but he feigns innocence so that he can continue to come to you at any time. and today was one of those days, you were studying together for your next recital, but your mind was occupied elsewhere, which prevented you from concentrating. « you're okay? » he said suddenly, as you let go of the firm grip you had on your ropes. « i don't know, i feel like my fingers are weak. » — hao suddenly moved into the room, slipping behind you to gently place his fingers above yours, guiding your movements. you could feel his breath tickling your neck from the close proximity, and when he whispered in your ear, you felt like fireworks in your heart. « let yourself be guided. » his voice was like a siren song : bewitching and delicious. activating your fingers on your instrument, you finished the latter without a hitch, almost perfectly. but that didn't make him pull away from you, instead hao leaned in to place a warm kiss against your shoulder, moving dangerously up to your neck and then your jaw. then his delicate fingers slipped over your chin, turning your face to place his lips against yours, kissing you with a rhythmic cadence worthy of the greatest opera authors. kissing hao was like writing your own ballet, with all the passion and dedication of creating a masterpiece. his deft fingers got rid of your violin, grabbing your hips to tape you to him, leaving no space between your two bodies eager for contact.

one thing to know about hanbin is that he is an excellent dance teacher. one thing to know about you is that you are a really bad student. easily distracted, and somewhat lazy at times, you'd much rather watch his fluid movements than follow the rhythm. which you were actually doing. sitting against the dance hall mirror, staring at hanbin's bustling figure, you wondered how a human being could be this hot when covered in sweat. you were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice that the music was over, and that hanbin was now facing you with a smile on his face. « did you remember? » he asked you almost out of breath, which made you come back to your senses. grabbing the water bottle next to you as well as the towel, coming to sponge his forehead, you slid on your knees to approach him under his attentive glance. « of course, i remember your every move. » your voice was warmer than expected, which caused hanbin to smirk. without waiting a second more, your lips were against his, exchanging a passionate kiss that followed a frenzied rhythm. kissing hanbin was like a tango sequence, it was hot, passionate, burning like a summer sun. his arms slipped over your hips to bring your body closer to his, his body heat mingling with yours, while your hands went up to his cheeks, keeping his boiling face close to yours. kissing hanbin was like a hot summer — passionate, energetic and the one you never want to get to the end of.

having been best friends with matthew all your life, led you to see him get hit by puberty like a truck. and lately, something in your feelings towards him seemed to have changed — you became jealous of other people who come close to him, on the verge of possessiveness. and matthew had noticed this, but never told you. so today, as he was finishing his shift in the cafe where he worked, and you were waiting patiently for him to come back home together, you noticed this girl who was too insistent on him. she put her hands on him in an almost inappropriate way, while he didn't seem to pay attention — far too concerned with having perfectly satisfied a customer again. as she finally exited the cafeteria, he hastened to lock the door and close the blinds behind her, as you approached the counter to help him with the chores. but suddenly his hands were on either side of your body, trapping you between the counter and his muscular torso. pivoting towards him, your dark look made him laugh slightly, « why are you so mad? » shrugging your shoulders, not determined to give him an answer, you didn't expect matthew to lift you up and put you on the counter, sliding between your legs. his fingers tickled the delicate skin of your bare thighs, while his gaze juggled between your lips and eyes, your hands resting on his shoulders. « if you don't kiss me right now, i swear i'll scream. » — a scoff left his lips a second before they end up touching yours. and there he kissed you exactly as you expected : in a hurried but envious and passionate way, making your whole body quiver. it was delicate but feverish, like a black coffee decorated with a hint of hot milk — it was perfect.

if you had to say something about taerae, it would probably be that he was the hottest smart nerd that you knew. studying with him was probably the most complicated thing to do, especially when his knee kept brushing your leg under the library table. it was probably no secret that you had the biggest crush on your classmate, especially since he had kissed you during a game of truth or dare — this scene remained engraved in your memory and kept on replaying in a loop. maybe you should try asking him to do it again? nervously biting the end of your pencil as his hand kept brushing yours for over an hour, you finally swiveled towards him, to see that he was already looking at you. « penny for a thought? » taking your courage in both hands, you looked him straight in the eyes, more determined than ever, « kiss me like the other night. » — a scoff left his lips, when he thought you were kidding, but when he realized that you didn't, he stuck his tongue against the corner of his mouth, before grabbing your hand, guiding you down an empty aisle of the library. your back was caught between the many books and his body, while he did not hesitate a second more to furiously press his lips against yours. as taerae kissed you divinely well, his fingers slipping innocently under the shirt of your uniform, he moved away for a few seconds to get rid of his glasses, and oh boy — you swore you had never seen anything this hot in your life, which made you feverish. it was like something unexpected but extremely attractive, that made you incredibly hot.

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[crazyk-imagine]

I Have to Follow my Heart

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Addams Witch!reader

Characters: Addams Witch!reader, Xavier Thorpe, Wednesday Addams, Joseph Crackstone

Briefly mentioned: Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams, Uncle Fester, Thing, Enid Sinclar, Bianca Barclay, Eugene Otinger, Tyler Galpin aka the hyde, Marilyn Thornhill (Laurel Gates)

Warnings: Supernatural fight, reader has visions, powers, mentions of Uncle Fester’s electricity powers, sacrificing oneself (more or less), bits and pieces of the last episode, the battle between Joseph Crackston and Wednesday, Xavier gets reader a phone, friends going through a tough time, Xavier and reader going through the motions of Wednesday’s theory

Word Count: 2,032

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At times I wished I had the same emotionless expression as my “cousin.” One might ask why I put air quotes around the word, it’ simple. 

Her uncle Fester happened to stumble upon myself and mother’s violin when I was merely three months old during one of his “adventures”. 

As I previously said, I wish I could copy her expression, especially now. You slam your journal shut, turning to look at your clock. 

You grab your jacket and exit the room, making your way towards Xavier’s art shed. Your mind is blank but thoughts float around your mind, you wonder what it is he wanted to talk to you about. 

With Wednesday firmly believing that he is the hyde, it makes you more weary of being alone with him… in the woods but if you can talk to him in his safe space so he doesn’t “totally freak out” as Enid would say, you believe it would do you good. 

“Do you believe me?” Xavier spins around to look at you. 

You gulp, this is not where you saw this going right after entering the shed. “I don’t- I don’t know,” you say, giving him your honest answer. 

“What do you mean you don’t know? It’s either you believe that I’m not the monster or you agree with your cousin,” he hisses out the word you’ve grown accustomed to calling the pigtailed girl. 

You ignore his gaze and opt to look at the floor. “I- I,” the thought you had written down in your journal crosses your mind. 

“I don’t think you’d do all these things, but you have to admit the evidence she has does make it highly possible for you to be the hyde.” 

He furrows his brows, face slowly becoming more void of emotion. “If you really believe that I’m the monster then why are you here?” 

You raise your head. “I- I needed to see it for myself.” 

“See what?” He asks with a tired tone. 

“I- what’s that?” You point over to the sketchbook with a flower bookmark sticking out of it. 

“That- that’s nothing. Why is that important now?” He’d never admit it out loud, but he was always impressed with how your attention could be drawn elsewhere within a second, even if it isn’t the most appropriate time for this to happen. 

You ignore him and walk over towards it, opening the page to find a drawing of yourself playing your deceased mothers’ violin. You reach for the flower and find yourself thrown into a vision. 

How odd, Wednesday’s the one who usually experiences these, at least from what you can remember. It is also weird how whenever she would have one, you would pass out. 

Eugene’s screams flood your mind. 

The cave where the monster hides is on fire. 

The hyde’s wide and red rimmed eyes. 

Red boots… red boots? 

-

You wake up, blinking as your eyes adjust to the moonlit room. “How did I get here?” 

The numerous footsteps echoing throughout the hallway draw you out of bed. 

You open the door and listen to the scared and panicked shrieks of the other students, rushing over towards the railing you find the red aura of the siren song on the lower floors. 

Crackstone. 

Your head snaps over towards the side. You furrow your brows at the sight of a pale dressed Wednesday, not your cousin but- “Goody?” 

She nods. “You must help her.” 

“Help who?” 

“The key.” 

You remember the pigtailed girl mentioning this to you, you know exactly who she’s referring to. “Where is she?” 

“I am going to her now, but you must guide her.” 

“Guide her? Guide her how?” 

“His black heart will end it… I must go to her now.” She starts to disappear. 

“No, Goody. Wait!” You sigh and look down. 

Bianca’s head snaps up. 

You block her song and search for a window. At times like this, you’re happy you’ve climbed the walls of the school.  

 -

You stand on the edge of the roof just before the upper hallway where you can see Bianca and a few others. You don’t feel good, something’s going on with the black-haired girl, the urge to scream is on the tip of your tongue but you fight it as you protect the students. 

You place a temporary shield around the area, preventing the fire from reaching any of the students and jump down. “Crackstone!” 

He turns to you, the evil look in his eye should send shivers down your spine but you don’t let it, not wanting him to harm anyone. 

“Another one. How nice.” The revived Joseph Crackstone taunts you. 

“Don’t you think this is a bit much?” 

He aims his magical staff at you, luckily you are able to block it. “I am ridding the earth of you abominations!” 

“You’re an abomination too!” 

“Lies!” 

“Your descendant raised you, brought you back from the dead!” 

You spin around, avoiding his magic. “You have magic! You are now the very thing you despise yourself! How can you get rid of what keeps your heart beating at this very moment!” 

“I am doing what should have been done years ago.” 

“You’re going to die, and your magic will not be able to save you.” You raise your hand, trying to telepathically pull the staff away from him. 

“Stay away from her.” 

Why does this voice sound so familiar? 

The arrow flies past your head, in front of the resurrected man, only for him to use his magic and flip it. 

You cannot let it hit him or anyone else and put yourself before him to stop it. You spin around, landing on your back unable to catch your breath. 

Xavier runs towards you, lifting your upper body off the ground. 

“Get the others out of here,” you tell him once you can breathe again. 

“What?” He furrows his brows, mouth curling in disbelief. 

“You need to get the other students out of here. We cannot lose anyone else.” 

“I don’t-” 

“I have to help her,” you whisper. 

He helps you up, “I don’t like this idea.” 

“Good thing,” you snap the arrow and chuck it onto the ground. “You aren’t going to be here to see the rest of it… be careful.” 

“You, too.” You push him away when you sense Joseph aiming the damn staff at you. 

You stand beside Wednesday. “We have to aim for his-” 

“Heart, yes,” she cuts you off. “I didn’t realize you were aware.” 

“Let’s say, seeing the dead does have its perks at times. I expect no tears from you at my funeral.” 

“Don’t-” 

Xavier turns at her shout, his heart drops. 

You run at him as Bianca stabs the man in the back. You rub your hands together, thankful for Fester teaching you how to use his trick now more than ever. You hold him in place and call out for her. “Now, Wednesday!” 

She lifts the sword and stabs him in his black heart. 

You can’t remove your hands from him, not until he fully disappears even then you fall, eyes closing. 

The hands on your shoulders and whoever’s attempting to do CPR bring you out of your quick reenergize nap. 

You open your eyes and give three a tired smile. 

The artist helps you sit up and continues to hold you even as Wednesday wraps her arms around you. 

You smile and kiss the top of her head, letting her know it’s over (you hope, unless Nevermore isn’t done with you all). 

She forces herself off you, letting Bianca and Xavier help you up. 

You nod to the siren. “Let’s go find the others.” 

-

The four of you walk out of the school, searching for the waiting party. 

You lean against the boy throughout the entire walk. 

He hasn’t said a word to you, and you don’t know what you could say to him other than, “I’m sorry.” 

Enid rushes over to hug your cousin, giving you a moment to talk to him. 

“Why are you sorry?” 

“I believed you were the very thing that would terrorize the school when I shouldn’t have. I should have followed my heart.” 

“I think I can forgive you. I mean, you did take an arrow to the shoulder for me.” 

“And I would do it again if it meant I had your trust.” 

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt over my trust.” 

“I should have listened to you.” 

The corner of his lip’s tugs upward, “yeah, maybe. But now that you’ve saved the school, I think I can understand where you were coming from.” 

“No, don’t do that.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t just brush it off, I know what I did wasn’t the nicest or most respectful thing to do when I’ve known you and have been your friend for three years. I know you; I have for years, and I shouldn’t have let someone else’s theories get into my head to ruin that trust.” 

He nods, tucking the hair blocking his view behind his ear. “I’ll take that into consideration.” 

Your lips twitch, “that’s all I ask.” 

Enid rushes over to you, hugging you not nearly as tightly as your cousin but enough to let you know how much she cares about you.

 -

You leave Wednesday to finish her novel while Thing finishes packing for her. You wonder around, waiting until it’s time to leave. 

“The feeling of eyes on me brings a chill up my spine and not in the fun way,” you think. “That would be a good thought to right down when I return to my room.” 

You turn, facing the stairs to find him watching you which may be creepy to some, but you find it to be rather sweet. 

He waves and leans against the railing. 

You walk up the stairs, wanting to talk to him before your dragged out of here. “Are your parents coming to pick you up?” 

He shrugs, “probably not… I got you something.” 

“Really?” You raise a brow. 

“It’s not much but it’ll be faster than the letters." He lifts the lid off the box, showing you your new phone. 

“Don’t expect a call,” you inform him, not wanting to hurt his feeling. You must really care about him if you’re taking his feelings into consideration. 

“I’m not.” 

You squint your eyes at him, “seems you know me well.” 

“That and,” he tucks his hair behind his ears. “I know you don’t like new things… at least, until you get the hang of them.” 

“I guess we’ll have to see about this then.” 

“I believe in you.” 

“I trust that you’ll have a normal summer?” 

“It might be fun if I get a phone call.” 

“Don’t push it.” 

He smiles, having a feeling that you’ll learn to use the phone faster to call him. “How’s your shoulder?”

“Fine. I’ve decided to let it heal on its own.” 

“No magic?” 

“I believe it would be wise to save my energy. I have a feeling we’re just getting started with Nevermore and all it has to offer.” You take the phone out of the box and hold it. “How do you use this dark box you call a phone?” 

He chuckles, taking it from you, “why are you calling it a dark box exactly?” 

“It’s painfully obvious.”

“Alright, I’ll give you that. I already programmed my phone number in here. What exactly you were looking for?” 

“I want to send you my aunt Morticia and Uncle Gomez’ address. I will be staying with Wednesday and her family this summer; we believe it would be wise if we stay together.” 

“Okay,” he shows you how to use the phone. 

“I cannot guarantee I’ll be able to remember all of this.” 

“As long as you can turn it on and remember to charge it, you’ll be alright,” he assures you. 

“Do you know if you’re ability can work over the phone?” 

He shrugs. “I’ve never tried before.” 

“Perhaps it could be our summer activity?” 

He nods, not at all hiding his smile when you said, “our activity”. It seems as though there’s a chance for him to ask you out in the near future. “Maybe.”

[erik-carierre]

POTO Halloween 2024

I hope y’all enjoy this short story based on A Flock Of Seagulls’ song Nightmares.

I need to write more things exploring Erik’s relationship with his mother.

Happy Halloween!

Erik awoke with a gasp, his throat already raw from screaming. The quiet bedroom was exactly as he’d left it, with the candles still burning high and bright, but the way he felt he couldn’t tell if he’d been asleep for ten minutes or ten years. He closed his eyes; everything around was painted abstract by the flickering shadows and it left an aching in his head.

As if on cue, slender, cool fingers combed through his hair. Never deeply or tenderly, but present all the same. He exhaled.

“Mama, I had another nightmare.”

He got no reply, and had not expected one. She had heard enough of his screams to know what had happened. Comfort from his mother was a rare thing. Touch itself was rarer, and he would not chance losing it.

As the hand faintly stroked, he grounded himself in memory, trying to remember how ordinary his day had been. He’d played Corelli, Rachmaninov, Mozart. He’d sketched for a while. And as he thought, he felt for the fabric of her dress, and curled his fingers around soft, smooth material.

He’d had a good day, he surmised in fact; nothing at all had happened to trigger the bad dreams that haunted him. His music had been pleasant; first piano, before migrating to the violin then back again. And the drawings had been a little amusing. Sketches made to pass the time, waiting in Box Five—

His eyes shot open again, and he sat up straight, gripping the thin bedsheet bunched at the side of his coffin. His neck hurt with how rapidly he’d looked behind him. No one was there, and atop his head he felt those delicate fingers slowly slide away.

[c-rose2081]

Dragon’s Flight (Dragon AU)

This wasn’t what Mal was ever expecting to find. She had to change herself a lot for Ben. He never asked her to, but she couldn’t ever be what she wanted while standing beside him. The Kingdom would never accept her and she couldn’t have it both ways. Despite all that had happened, despite all the change they’d made for the better, she wasn’t the same girl as before and couldn’t ever be while standing as Ben’s queen. Mal was willing to change because she loved him, she would always love Ben (who didn’t?). Yet there was a part of her that found it cruel, demeaning, and against her instincts to be something she wasn’t.

But up here, away from Auradon and Ben, free of the burdens of her life and the chains that came with humanity, there was immense beauty. And with Audrey of all people? It seemed so far fetched. Yet there was a beauty to her too, her pale pink hide shimmering like a million diamonds in the dying light of a bleeding afternoon. Mal’s heart swelled, watching a once burdened Princess dance on her updraft, having spent months after her curse alone in the wilderness, exploring a forgotten part of herself that Mal could only dream of finding. Her angelic birdsong—more animal than human—echoed on the breeze, bouncing off the walls of the Aurorian Valley. The Princess of this place truly belonged amongst these trees, far more than she ever did stuck within marble walls or behind gilded bars.

Audrey was more dragon than royalty. She was more dragon than Mal. And that made her simply breathtaking.

—

—

Dragon girls! It’s officially Maldrey now, sorry not sorry. I really wanted to draw this scene. It’s been nagging at the back of my mind for a while.

Audrey wasn’t able to return home after becoming a dragon, so she’s been living in the woods, getting in touch with this new part of herself and losing more and more of her humanity every day.

Mal is opposite, having spent so much time trying to surpress her dragon except for emergencies that she doesn’t really know how to listen to her instincts or what it means to be a dragon. As kin of the same breed they are naturally pulled together despite their previous animosity, as dragons cannot be solitary and need a mate.

[fiuworks]

OF ARCHIVES PAST

so to summarise me and my good insane fellow @ceaselesswatchersspecialboy posed the question ‘what was going on with every archivist before Gertrude’ and thus Of Archives Past spawned.. and everything…IM CRAZY ABT THIS I need to draw it more .

1. Thomas Millbrook, the second Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute. He started out as a budding avatar of the Eye before being corrupted by the Slaughter.

2. Thomas and Harold Wells, an archival assistant (who may or may not have some vague romantic tension with Thomas…)

3. George Gilman, archival assistant, and Angus Stacey- the man hired in his place after George’s mysterious murder.

4. Thomas being Thomas…

5. Angus ❤️ he is my oobie goobie and he deserved nothing of what came from him (I made those things happen in the first place)

6. Angus really looks up to Thomas and Thomas taught him everything he knows and created a lot of the sorting systems for the archives standing the test of time even to present day, but Thomas is lowkey tweaking out slaughter style ❤️

7. George ❤️ not here for a long time or a good time I fear

8. I have this vague concept of a hunt avatar that can mimic a person that targets Thomas in his early days as Archivist

9. Fiona!!! Her and Angus were very close and she was his second assistant (the first being Harold, inherited from Thomas’s tenure)

10. fresh hire Gertrude…

11-12. The Head of the Institute (and Magnus’s host) for the time Thomas was in power is a man called Augustus Milton, and Augustus really comes onto Thomas and they are romantically involved behind closed doors despite Thomas’s reservations about being in love with a man. Augustus does nothing as Thomas spirals into madness, but was very fond of him and his wit and found him sweet and attractive.

13. Augustus, after Thomas’s murder, takes his statement posthumously, steals his violin playing fingers and then has one final dance with his body before leaving.

14-15. Angus is the one to murder Thomas after following him and seeing him repeatedly luring innocents to their brutal death with the sweet, violent music of a violin.

16. no time for dat Thomas Millbrook

soooo erm ya....a peek into our sick and twisted emo minds......if u want to know more im gonna make a tag for it and then like . my inbox and ody's inbox (i think) are open if u want more of our stupid chungus thoughts on this........god knows we have more in the mental bank

[cierraonline]

That’s So Beautiful

chapter three: that’s so beautiful

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LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 

THE O’CONNELL HOUSEHOLD

"Said out loud," Billie sings, rehearsing the line. Over the past three years, so much has changed for the trio. They went from being ordinary, talented people with individual goals to a signed group under Darkroom Records, unified by a shared mission: to complete their debut album. For Storm, it's even more ambitious, as the label head wants her to create an orchestral version of the album as a standalone project. On top of it all, they're filming a documentary for Apple TV.

"Nice," Finneas compliments, working on digitalizing the orchestral demo Storm created to align it with the pop culture standards of a regular album.

"Said out loud."

"That sounds good."

"Come here," her friend's voice drifts in, almost like a distant echo.

It might be something that shouldn't be...

Said out loud.

"Honestly, I thought that I would be dead by now," Billie sings, as Finneas makes technical sound adjustments. Storm watches closely, trying to absorb his production techniques, unfamiliar yet intrigued. The violins duel with pounding drums, taunting like fighters, until the music transforms into a pulsing bass beat.

"That's dope," Billie nods in approval, clearly pleased with the evolving sound.

What do you want from me?  

Why don't you run from me?  

What are you wondering?  

What do you know?

"Ouuu!"

Why aren't you scared of me?

"I'm so proud of that one," Billie grins, pulling Storm close as they dance, sitting together on the bed.

Why do you care for me?  

When we all fall asleep,  

Where do we go?

"That's cool, right?" Finneas turns his spinning chair to gauge his bandmates’ reactions.

"I'm a genius!" Storm does a little hop, still in Billie’s hold.

"Yes, you are, kitten," Finneas smiles, nodding approvingly.

"This is what I want the album to be called." Billie opens her journal, revealing her title: "When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?" She shows the camera. "I actually drew this song and had Storm turn it into actual words."

"So far, the process for this album is Billie visualizes the concept, I translate her drawings and emotional descriptions into lyrics," Storm explains, pulling out her own journal, filled with polaroids of Billie’s drawings and next to them are her handwritten lyrics. "Then, during composition, Billie and I choose instruments based on the mood. For ‘Bury a Friend’, we wanted it dark and tense, so we leaned heavily on strings to make it feel like an ancient Roman, dark duel." She reveals her iPad, where she’s recorded each instrumental layer on BandLab. "Once the orchestral part and my layered vocals are done, I hand it off to Finneas to digitalize, replicating it with his setup. Finally, Billie adds her vocals, and we adjust as needed."

"This is the drawing of this song—it's all about monsters under the bed. I want to incorporate wings and do a scene where I drink black liquid, my eyes turn black, and then I bleed black tears."

"That's quite morbid, don't you think?" Storm raises an eyebrow at her friend. "I'm only fourteen. What kind of song do you think I can create that matches that?"

"If I have to, I’ll tape you to the couch and make you watch ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’," Billie smirks.

"That's evil," Storm pouts.

"Anyway," Billie flips the page, smiling as she shares her journal. "Here’s a self-portrait. This is some weird doll, some random guy, a foot. There are drips, and you can decide what they are. There's some bitch. There's a hairy vagina. There, a-- a dick.," she says, giving the camera a tour of her eclectic drawings.

"That's cool."

I can't say no  

I can't say no

Boom, step on the glass,  

Staple your tongue.

"Can we bring it back to the bad dream theme?" Finneas asks, looking for direction.

"The concept is realizing that what you’re experiencing isn’t just a nightmare; it’s actually sleep paralysis," Storm explains. "In songwriting, there’s a rule to hint at the truth without naming it outright. Based on YouTube videos, people with sleep paralysis feel like their eyes are glued open, trapped, only able to see a figure lurking in the corner."

Then my limbs all froze,  

And my eyes won't close.  

And I can't say no, I can't say no.

"Step on the glass, staple your tongue," Billie jumps up, thrilled as she belts out her favorite line.

XXX

“So, this isn’t the first shot,” Billie says to the camera as she films her mother, Maggie Baird, who’s sitting in a chair with Storm sitting on the table positioned in front of her mom. “But this is the angle I want once it zooms out—not fully to the side.”

“What are you doing right now?” Patrick O’Connell questions his daughter as he watches the scene from a distance.

“Shut up!” she quickly remarks, turning her attention back to directing. “And not to the front, just, like… so that…”

“Pepper, uh-uh,” Maggie scolds Pepper, the family dog, as the dog goes to chase after something that catches her eye.

“The chair leg, that’s, like, in the middle. So I want it to start…” Billie tunes out the background noise and continues directing for her upcoming music video.

“Where’s that cat?”

“…with nothing in the background—”

“Give her a gold star.”

“With nothing in the background except… except the white cyc and the white table.”

“Can I ask a question?” Storm raises her hand.

“What?” Billie looks up from the camera view.

“Why am I sitting criss-cross on a table in front of your mom, Mags?”

“Because that’s what you’re going to be doing in the video.”

“Who said I want to be in the video?” The white-haired girl raises her left eyebrow in confusion.

“I did. Now shut up, look possessed, and pass the cup over to my mom,” Billie curtly demands.

“Yes, Mommy,” Storm’s eyes widen in mock shock as she follows the demand.

“Once it gets to this point, I’ll take a drink. Start drinking it. I’m not sure if I want it to stay here while I drink, or if it should come up to me while I’m drinking it—” Maggie sets down the cup, thinking the action was finished, causing Billie to pause mid-thought and redirect her. “Wait, keep drinking. I’m still deciding if I want it. 'Cause I don’t know if I… or—want it to stay diagonal. 'Cause I’m not sure if I want it to…” She stops abruptly, realizing she’s rambling. “What am I even saying?” she exclaims, frustrated.

“That’s what we’re all trying to figure out,” Storm comments, struggling to follow Billie’s verbal brain dump.

“Did I tell you to talk?” Billie turns her head toward her best friend.

“No.” Storm drops her head. “I’m sorry, Mommy Billie.”

“Stop calling me that!” Billie exclaims, a laugh escaping after. “I don’t know if I want to see… Okay, wait. I’ve decided. It’s gonna be here. Once I start drinking, and I’ve been drinking for a second, it’ll come and stay even with this leg in the middle, and exactly parallel to the other leg.” She steps closer to her mother and zooms in on the camera. “Come in so that my face is centered. I think I’ll grab the glass with my left hand so that the shot makes more sense.” Maggie follows her daughter’s vision and adjusts her hand. “Thanks, Mom,” Billie chuckles. “Then you’ll see the black goo disappear as I drink it all. And then Storm will reach over and slowly take the cup away.” Storm, obediently following directions, places the cup back in the center of the table and pauses as a thought strikes her.

“Wait, am I the demon in this video?” She turns to Billie, who’s still recording.

“And then I’ll just look into the camera,” Billie decides to ignore the question and continues with her director’s notes.

“Am I?” Storm repeats.

“And then it’ll stay right there. Don’t zoom! Don’t do any of those flashy moves these bozo filmmakers try to add just to keep things interesting.” Billie’s tone grows stern as she emphasizes her creative control.

“You’re working with a great director,” Maggie interrupts her daughter, not wanting her to get too worked up or overly demanding about the video’s details.

“Shut up!”

“He’s a genius.”

“Yeah, sure, but I’m telling you, don’t be an idiot. Don’t move the camera, and as I look into it, the black will drip from my eyes.”

“I just want to know whether or not I’m the demon in this video?” The camera shifts back to Storm.

“Yes, you are. Happy?” Billie finally answers.

“Why a demon? Can’t I be something friendlier?” Storm gives her best puppy-dog eyes, hoping it’ll sway Billie.

“No.”

“Okay,” Storm sighs.

“Billie, be nice to Stormy,” Maggie chides her daughter, giving Storm, who’s like a second daughter to her, a gentle pat.

“I’m always nice to her. Right, Peaches?”

“N-”

“I’ve got a mini-verse ball with your name on it,” Billie offers a playful bribe, knowing it’ll work.

“Billie treats me so well,” Storm offers a big smile. “She treats me so well I wouldn’t know what to do without her.”

“See?” Billie turns to her mother with a triumphant look.

“That was just sad, Stormy,” Maggie playfully shakes her head. 

XXX

In a scene that felt like a manifestation of their dreams, the girls found themselves on set for ‘When the Party’s Over’. After an hour in makeup applying prosthetics for the black tears Billie envisioned in her video, they were ready to film. On a wide, white podium, Storm sat perched with her mouth agape and head tilted, mimicking possession. Billie, seated in front of her, held a cup of black ink, a crucial prop. Slowly, Storm extended her hand, taking the cup from Billie in a deliberate, practiced motion.

“Put it down. Slowly.” The cup touched the table with a soft clink. “Reset it. We’ll try it again.” After another cut, they repeated the scene because Billie wasn’t sure what expression she wanted for the next shot.

“Cut. Cut, cut, cut, cut.”

“I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do,” Billie voiced her frustration as they reviewed the playback.

“Keep an eye on the shot when Storm takes the glass, and it’s still in the air before she sets it down. I think you break character when you feel like the camera isn’t on you anymore,” the director began before Billie interjected.

“It’s still capturing me?”

“Yeah, so the idea is for you to stay in character until the camera is solely back on you for your ending expression,” the director explained.

“Got it. But I can’t tell when it’s fully back on me, so if you could call it out, that’d be great.”

“You want me to say, like, ‘Billie camera’?”

“Yeah,” Billie agreed, adding specifics, “or just, ‘Camera’s coming back to you.’ Then I’ll know to get my face ready.”

“Okay. Cool.”

Once again, they went over the scene, and this time they completed it without issues.

“Cut. Yeah.” The crew applauded as the shot concluded, Billie’s face smeared with black ink while Storm remained fixed, staring at her.

“For the next videos, I’m directing them all myself,” Billie declared, walking off set hand-in-hand with Storm as they headed toward her mother.

“What?” Maggie looked at the girls in confusion. “What happened?”

“He just wasn’t it. The video wasn’t it, but I don’t want to make everyone redo everything,” Billie shook her head, running a hand through her hair. “He only took some of the notes I gave him; the rest was his own ‘creative vision’ or whatever.”

“It’s okay, honey,” Storm tried to comfort her friend, hopeful that this was just a minor issue that would fade once the project was finished.

“No, it’s not,” Billie sighed, looking to her mother. “The whole point was for Peaches and me to end forehead-to-forehead, white eyes meeting black eyes. Not with us at a distance, black eyes meeting black eyes. Peaches’ signature look is white eyes—when has anyone ever seen her with black eyes?”

“Did you tell the director you wanted Stormy with white eyes?” Maggie attempted to stay neutral, hoping to salvage the experience.

“Yes!” Billie exclaimed. “He said her white eyes wouldn’t make sense with the black goo. But Storm having black eyes makes even less sense! She looks weird with black eyes—everything about her is practically white except for her skin tone. But no white eyes, yet they’re okay with a red lip?”

“I looked weird?” Storm asked, looking up at Billie.

“No,” Billie sighed, pulling her friend into a hug, resting her head on top of Storm’s. “You looked fine. I’m just aggravated that I took the time to plan this video, and I wasn’t listened to,” she mumbled into Storm’s white hair.

“Call it a lesson learned,” Storm offered optimistically. “Now you know what you like and don’t like, and you’ll know what to do for the next ones.”

XXX

“Record this,” Billie suddenly stood up behind the studio microphone. “Record this. Oh.” She put her hand to her mouth to remove her Invisalign, sucking slightly to keep any drool contained.

“Oh, my God,” Finneas laughed.

“Eww,” Storm grimaced, instinctively touching her own Invisalign.

“The first track of the album should just be that,” Billie laughed, plopping onto her brother’s bed.

“All right, I’ve taken my teeth out. Let’s make an album,” Finneas jokes.

“I’ve taken my teeth out,” the girls laughed.

“My Invisalign has…”

“I have taken out my Invisalign…” the trio chanted together, adding to the joke.

“I have taken out my Invisalign… and this is the album,” Billie grinned. “Peaches, you should take yours out, too.”

“That’d be a spit nightmare,” Storm shook her head, shivering at the thought. 

XXX

"Blocking an intersection during rush hour traffic is not permitted unless you entered the intersection on a green light." Billie’s goal for the year is to get her driver’s license, and she’s very determined—even if it means studying after a two-hour session in Finneas's studio. “Under any circumstances, even if your light is green, unless you have the right-of-way or a green light—it's under any circumstances,” she read aloud. “Because if there’s traffic and it’s stopped, you can’t enter the intersection. That blocks everything. That’s illegal. Yeah, so... no.”

“It’s called ‘don’t block the box,’” Storm chimes in from her spot, lying with her head on Billie’s lap.

“Yes, correct.”

“That’s what they say in New York. ‘Don’t block the box,’” Maggie adds to Storm’s comment.

“That about vagina,” Billie shakes her head. “And how do you know that?”

“You literally won’t stop reading the handbook out loud,” Storm sighs. “I’m pretty sure if I wanted to take the test, I’d pass.”

“You could take it and get your learner’s permit,” Patrick suggests.

“No, thank you. I’m meant to be driven, not the person doing the driving,” Storm says, a little sass showing through.

“You gonna be my passenger princess,” Billie babbles in a baby voice, covering her best friend’s face in kisses.

“Get off me!” Storm laughs, trying to push Billie away, though she’s still lying on her lap.

“Never!”

"I’ve always wanted to drive. I just, like, love cars,” Billie says from the passenger seat of her dad’s car, talking to the camera facing the back seats. Today was the day Billie was officially given legal permission to start learning how to drive, having passed her permit test. “Of course, my mom has a van, my dad has a Mazda, and Finneas has a Honda Fit, so I’m just, like, drowning in losers.”

“Oh, my gosh,” Maggie laughs at her daughter’s comments.

“All I want is a matte black Dodge Challenger.” Billie stops mid-sentence as her phone vibrates in her lap. Picking it up, she sees a text notification from Storm. “Peaches just texted me,” she announces to everyone in the car. Opening the text, she finds a picture. “Ahh, my best friend loves me!” she cheers, bouncing in her seat and tapping the roof of her dad’s car. She turns her phone to show everyone the picture Storm sent.

“She bought me gifts, decorated my room with balloons, and I’m pretty sure those are Polaroids of us hanging from the ceiling,” Billie gushes, turning the phone back to herself to admire the picture.

“That’s so beautiful,” Maggie smiles, clearly appreciating the special friendship her daughter shares, something many people long for.

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some john andre propaganda because he's the sexyman of my heart:

i feel like people sometimes forget how genuinely kind andre is since there's more focus on his hoeing activities lolll, but he really does have a strong moral compass & try to do right by everyone. think about how hard he tried to make abigail feel comfortable and valued in his home, knowing she'd been sent there against her will and had been separated from her son. while he's far from perfect by modern standards, he's one of the few characters in the show who consistently makes an effort to treat enslaved people with humanity.

i've touched on this before, but i really do think andre drinks respect women juice. while ben (and to a lesser degree, abe and caleb) spend 4 seasons not believing that women have a place in the war, and unsuccessfully trying to keep their female friends/wives out of spying despite the fact that mary/anna/abigail are far more competent than they are lol, andre was working with philomena (and later, peggy) from day one. he doesn't treat women like delicate flowers who need to be sheltered, and he recognizes their power, which is why when peggy expressed willingness to help him, he took her up on it. i think it's doing peggy a real disservice to argue that andre somehow tricked/manipulated her into getting trapped in his spy scheme... she's one of the smartest people in the show, and she definitely knew what she was getting into. she fell for andre, and wanted to help him, because she recognized that he viewed her as an EQUAL, not as a pawn or a prize to be won.

i know we all love hewlett's nerdiness, but you know who is also a nerd? john andre! he can recite shakespeare! he can play love songs on the flute AND the violin! he geeked out so hard over ben franklin's inventions! he draws and paints! he makes music and dancing metaphors constantly! i'm convinced that he would be such a good person to infodump to. i just know that when peggy talks to him for 5 hours straight about fashion, he's taking notes AND active listening.

there is no doubt in my mind that john andre is the best turn character in bed. i mean, he wasn't "hung" for no reason! ;)

it is true that andre is not the most skilled fighter in the show lol. in fact, we never even see him fire a gun or engage in active combat, since he's usually pulling strings behind the scenes, and he doesn't seem to ever use torture as an espionage method. plus, those henchmen of roberts' took him down pretty fast when they captured him lol. but in my humble opinion, while it CAN be hot when men are getting all muddy and bloody on the battlefield, it's actually endearing to me that andre doesn't seem to enjoy violence. i don't want a man who might murder me at any second! i want a man who will treat me right! i want a man who would "quaker marry" me and cut off his little braid and give it to me as a token of his love!!

in conclusion, here are some gifs of him because JUST LOOK AT HIM. HE IS SO HOT

[dandelionxbby]

: ̗̀➛ Modern TWOW Kids Headcanons

╰┈➤ Neteyam

High school junior - 17 years old

Captain of both varsity basketball and soccer

4.1 GPA, working towards Stanford

Often spends time in the library

Reads classical literature

Played Romeo in their school production of R&J

Has his licence and drives a ford

Models for small black owned fashion brands for a little extra cash

Runs Tuk's Etsy were she sells bracelets

Collect Records - R&B and Rap

Headphones > Speakers

Introverted but Extroverted around his friends and sports teams

Teacher's pet - carries the whole class. Answers when no one else does

Often gets into fights with Ao'nung because Ao'nung wants to be captain of the basketball team

Drives Tuk to school and extracurricular activities

Love to cook, in the kitchen almost every night with Neytiri

Not that close to Jake, he craves Neytiri's approval more than his

Nose, industrial, and multiple cartilage piercings

Plays violin

Has been growing his dreads since he was 7, but they don't look bad bc he keeps up with them

╰┈➤ Lo'ak

sophomore - 16 years old

JV Football and Basketball

2.3 GPA, Lo'ak isn't dumb, he just doesn't try

Made a music video to his rap for film class and it got a B-

Facetimed Reya right after he got his grade, he was really proud of himself

Skateboards to school and practices but Neteyam drives him home

Collects 90s/00s rap CD's - eminem, tupac, biggie, etc.

Talks back to the teacher, kind of a class clown

Wants to join the Marines like Jake

Worked as a cashier at the movie theater to buy him and Reya tickets to the Eras tour. He didn't know all the words to the songs but he tried.

Is outside from the time he comes home 6:30 to 11:00 at night shooting hoops bc he really wants to be on varsity basketball with Neteyam

Always has his airpods in

Records his raps in his bathroom bc it has good acoustics

Closer to Kiri than the rest of his siblings

They all has their own rooms but he is always in Kiri's for some reason

Taper fade with braids

Besties with Rotxo, he talks to him about things he can't with other people

Wants a tattoo so bad, but Jake says "You can get one once you paid your own rent"

Has an Ig with 134K followers

╰┈➤ Kiri

Sophomore

Crochets her clothes

Thrifts or depop clothes only, doesn't believe in fast fashion

Low-key in her Kat Stratford era

Plays piano and bass

Has an all girl band - boygenius is her idols

Loves anime and K-pop - has her Bias as her laptop wallpaper

Anti-plastic, only uses her hydroflask - hates stanleys bc "consumerism has America in a chokehold"

Photographer for the school's digital newspaper

Wears dangle mushroom earrings everyday

Has a wolfcut and red hair

She has natural freckles but they are barely there so she draws them on with a brown eyeliner pencil

She's in theater club and is the composer of all the musicals

Dance moms is her guilty pleasure

Very much vegan and will give someone the stink eye if they eat meat next to her

works at a crystal shop and will geek out anytime a rookie collector ask her what a specific crystal is for

has a septum piercing

Super introverted her only friends are Reya and Rotxo

Always challenging her teachers

Her only social medias are Twitter (X), tumblr, and tiktok

Loves Taylor Swift and Minski

Watches french films and reads french books

Closer to Jake but Neytiri is her go to girl when she needs to talk

Her phone background is Grace and her when she was 3, it was taken 3 months before Grace died

Hates sports, doesn't understand why people are going crazy over football recently

Her walls are covered with posters

Low-key loves all of Lindsay Lohan's movies - she's her celb crush

╰┈➤ Ao'nung

Same year and age as Neteyam

I feel like his family is rich

Drives a benz

going to uop on a basketball scholarship

6'3 1/2 - got his dad's height

Super protective of Tsireya

On the debate team, he loves arguing

If he's not playing basketball, hes surfing, if hes not doing that he's studying

Posts him playing basketball on his tiktok and ig, hoping one day he'll get noticed by a scout, thousands of people repost his videos

Has every pair of Jordans known to man

crosses people over in the hallway

I feel like he bullies freshman boys but sticks up for the freshman girls bc he sees them as his little sisters

Ronal is the principal so he get's good food at lunch

always late to class but has amazing grades

introverted extrovert

teaches basketball to kids at the community center

Throws the best parties

brings speakers to school

Frenemies with Neteyam and Lo'ak

Of all the Sullys, Kiri is his favorite

╰┈➤ Tsireya

Sophomore - 15 years

Post GRWMs on tiktok

Tennis and volleyball

Starting ballet this year

skincare and makeup obsessed

wears her mary janes everyday

super coquette / coastal grandmother

team conrad

Loves Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey

Priscilla, Marie Antoinette, Belle, Girl Interrupted, Black Swan are her favorite movies

Wears the friendship bracelets that Kiri and Tuk make her

Watches Vouge Beauty Secrets when she gets ready

Her favorite youtuber is Sabrina Lilliane

Thrifts with Kiri

Has a baby pink Stanley and wears ugg slippers

On the school dance team

Has a Jeep but can't drive it yet so she rides with Ao'nung

Carries K-pop Idol photo cards

4.0 GPA, she doesn't play about her grades

Often helps Lo'ak with school

Reads poetry books

Researching to start her own haircare line with the help of Neytiri

Doesn't wear a backpack only tote bags

If she doesn't have starbucks every morning then she'll be cranky all day

Always wears a locket that has her parent's pictures in it

Is the star of all the musicals

Sophomore year class president

Did the best petting zoo fundraiser

╰┈➤ Rotxo

Junior

Head of the school paper

doesn't play sports

The smiths are the only people he listen's to

works at a record shop

volunteers at a soup kitchen

4.2 GPA going to Harvard Med

OCD

Wants to be a surgeon

Manages Ao'nung social media accounts

Introverted, hates large crowds

Drives Kiri to thrift stores, they're besties

╰┈➤ Tuk

3rd grade - 8 years old

Sells friendship bracelets

Went to the eras tour with jake, had a big sign that said "Give her her scarf back, now"

She traded bracelets with a bunch of people

Did ballet for a while and hated it so now she does gymnastics

Spa days with Neteyam

in her "only eating chicken nuggets and craft mac and cheese" phase

loves to rollerblade

Has an unboxing channel on youtube

always making slime

doesn't have any electronics bc Jake and Neytiri doesn't want her to be an Ipad kid

Tuk is really popular on youtube but she doesn't know it

Loves Reya like another sister

Takes horseback riding lessons

╰┈➤ Spider

Doesn't go to Pandora High like the rest, he goes to an athletic boarding school on a lacrosse scholarship

Was really close to the sullys but since his school has a no phone rule they've grown apart

Still hangout on the weekends and in the summer

no doubt he's going pro

Grew up around military vets

cut his dreads off once he got to school

takes archery as an extra class

really good at math

The sullys send him care packages full of junk food

He sleeps over at the sullys on the weekends bc he would rather not be with his dad

Still really close to Kiri but not as close to Lo'ak as they used to be

Loves the MCU and goes to the theaters when the movies come out even if they are bad

Thank you for reading <3