#I’ll throw a few in cuz otherwise these tags are just for me

[jackmischief]

shoutout to the Spideypool shipper I briefly met in the wild (read: at BoxLunch) on Tuesday. i was the one in a relevant outfit and got relevant Pop merch. you named-dropped the fabulous @thefuzzyaya and made my day

[misterewrites]

Mystery at the Salt-Irons

Hey everyone! E here with a new chapter! kept you waiting huh? Haha sorry it's been a busy few weeks. Nothing serious but I had to keep starting and stopping this chapter so it threw me off but it's here, it's ready and I hope you enjoy it!

I have some special guests in this story, some ocs made by my friends because you know what I can so I will and honestly, they were really great oc ideas guys. so keep an eye out for @hains-mae and Biz_fantasist  OC(I don’t know if she has a tumblr but it’s late so I’ll edit it later) 

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Here’s the chapter over at Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/85394095

Here’s the story from the beginning if you’re curious what this is about

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/75486005

and here’s a list of all my work both original and the various fandoms I write for

https://archiveofourown.org/users/MrE42/works

Summary:  Finnrick is called to solve a mysterious case as per his job as the city's only Private Investigator wizard but as he sinks deeper into the case, the more it seems that something is happening behind the scenes. Of course with an old friend in town and dark magic surrounding the case, Finnrick is as busy as ever. Ain't no rest for the wicked.

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The Salt-Iron Flats weren’t anything special on the surface: An unassuming apartment complex on the north side of Newton Haven, the only thing most people remembered about the place was how the price tag hurt their souls.

Of course, unlike the general housing market, the Salt-Irons (affectionately referred to by the locals) actually had a very reasonable reason for fetching such a high rate: The salt and cold iron baked into every single brick that formed the building.

If you weren’t in the magical know, you’d think it utterly insane that you’d be forced to pay such a large amount of cash because some weirdo decided to make a new age artistic statement with bricks. Of course, if you are aware of the greater community at large, you’d knew you were paying the insanely large sum because someone decided to make the Salt-Irons the single most protective location in the city.

Most mortals have forgotten their history, their lore and collective knowledge passed down throughout the generations: Why their ancestors used to place lines of salt in front of the door and windows, why the elders always suggested to the braver, recklessly youthful family members to carry iron whenever they ventured through the wild.

Outer beings were repelled by salt and iron. No one really had an idea why fae, angels and demons weren’t fond of salt or iron and there's been plenty of arguing about the subject but all in all the fact remained they did not do well when faced with either.

That was the main reason Finnrick didn’t find himself in the north side of town often.

Well that and the zealous Gate Keepers. Those guys were freaks but between them and the Salt-Irons being the only supernatural community up here, Finn never got a case from the area.

Until today.

The Salt-Irons were great at protecting you from any outside threats that wished you ill will: It didn’t protect you from anything you decided to bring in with you.

It was five in the morning when Finnrick got the call. The M.R.R.D representative didn’t have much to offer beyond the address and floor but he thanked her all the same.

Finnrick yawned tiredly, stretching the tension out of his neck while he sipped his coffee. He let out a sigh of relief as the sun slowly rose into the sky.

The Salt-Irons was a twelve story tall building painted a ghastly pale green that made Finnrick sick just looking at it.

“People are paying how much to live in that shade? I’d ask for discount if I were them.” Finnrick laughing to himself, making his way into the apartment complex.

Luckily the interior was much nicer than the outside: Everything was well kept and cleaned. Not a single speck of dust in sight and the wooden stairs didn’t creak when Finnrick placed his foot on them.

Which was good given Finnrick needed to go up seven flights of stairs.

Finnrick wheezed a little, wiping the sweat from his brow when he reached the seventh floor. He glanced down the hall one way then the other as he began to search for room 707 which basic deductive reasoning suggested should be around the corner.

Finnrick crushed the empty foam cup and tucked it into his coat pocket as he made his way to 707. It was a simple wooden door and immaculately spotless just like the rest of the place. He rose his hand and gently rapped on the door.

No response.

He frowned, checking if he was still alone in the empty hallway and rose his hand towards the door frame.

His eyes glowed with a blue energy as he whispered softly “Revelis”

The door gleamed with a bluish hue for a moment before fading away without a trace.

No protective spells laced over the frame so the only thing Finn had to worry about now if it was locked.

He tried the knob, unsurprised when it swung open silently.

“It’s not breaking and entering if someone’s expecting you” Finnrick justified to himself as he pushed the door in.

He nearly staggered backwards: The air tasted thick and foul like something had been left rotting inside. His skin prickled with anxiety, a chill running down his spine with each step he took further in.

Finnrick took deep, calming breathes while doing his best to ignore the bitter taste that seem to cling the air within.

He noticed the trail of footsteps, perfectly preserved in what appeared to be black dust leading deeper into the living room.

“Hey da! You here?” Finnrick called out, carefully stepping closer “You and ma still married?”

There was a deep grunt of acknowledgment before a voice responded “Sorry son, we’re divorced now. She got custody of you.”

“Well fuck. I guess I’m going to be eating kale and poorly cooked spinach for the rest of my life.”

Garrus Valka was not in fact Finnrick’s father, adoptive or otherwise. He was actually one of the highest ranked officers of the Magical Rapid Response Department: An elf clocking in at 200 years old with richly tanned skin. His bluish gray hair was slicked back in his preferred style. Garrus’s had his back turned to the detective but Finn knew his sliverish gray eyes were deep in concentration as he took down notes about the surroundings. His beautifully inhuman features were marred with a scar on the right side of his face: burnt skin on his cheek, healed by time and various surgeries. An old war wound though Finn never got the full story.

He was dressed in typical M.R.R.D fashion: Dark blue windbreaker, jeans and a blue shirt with the words “Powered by coffee and spite” splashed across the front. His Winchester rifle was slung across his back, ready for any action that may befall the elf.

“Drift.” Garrus greeted teasingly while offering a hand.

Finnrick gave it a playful shake “Da. So is mom here or she trying to smite pigeons again?”

“THEY TRIED TO STEAL MY HOTDOG!” Garrus’s partner Eden screamed from another room “I SHALL BRING MY GOD’S WRATH UPON THEM!”

“You know when they mean justice.” Finnrick called out “I don’t think they mean against winged rats.”

Eden chuckled darkly “You know not their sins.”

“Okay.” Finnrick nodded despite the fact she couldn’t see him “If you say so. What happened Da? Aside powerful necromancy.”

“Powerful necromancy” Garrus replied cheekily “and missing persons.”

Finnrick rose an eyebrow “Persons? More than one?”

“Two: A father and son. Richard Charles and his son Richard Jr. Recluses it seems. Neighbors hardly saw them. Mostly kept to themselves.”

Finnrick pursed his lips thoughtfully “Any magical abilities?”

“They’re not on records if that’s what you mean.” Garrus answered “Never signed up in the academy, not registered with The Council. If they were practitioners they didn’t tell anyone.”

“So what was the spell? I just smell the remnants of spookiness.”

“Hadn’t noticed the rest of the room huh?”

Finnrick frowned before finally getting a good look at the rest of the room: Every inch of the apartment was blanketed with the same black dust that he found in the entrance way. Inches and inches of the substance and that wasn’t the strangest part.

Everything was bent at different and odd angles: chair with crooked legs, the wall clock warped and twisted, the fridge leaning like someone folded it in half. Floorboard reached for the sky and walls split inward.

There was a common misconception about magic. Most people thought spell casters, especially wizards, could command reality to their wills. That magic was capable of impossible feats and it was as simple as snapping your fingers.

The truth was all magic, ranging from divinity to free range nature, was performed on a micro scale. Practitioners did not alter reality but rather shortcut it. Throwing fireballs was as simple as rapidly heating the air until it combusted. Turning invisible was less about vanishing completely as it was bending the light around you to not be seen. Magic was rooted in reality and imagination. If you had the magical strength to perform the magic, the magic often followed your lead.

Of course there were spells that required much more than magical hand and willpower. Powerful magic, like summoning outer beings or raising an army of zombies, required both time and materials. Magic was like any other energy: you needed enough of it to perform what you wanted. The human body could only generate so much magic without dying and resting was necessary to replace any expended in the use of spells. Materials were guidelines for the spell. Feathers for anything with flight, ash for fireballs etc etc.

The other thing needed was to gather energy and store it for the spell’s use. There were different ways to achieve this: Wands, talismans, potions were basically magic soups. The most efficient way to gather energy was the wizards preferred way: Circles.

Finnrick eyed the room closely this time, murmuring under his breath about angles and trajectory. Garrus paid him no mind, well familiar with the private investigators methods.

“If this went like that” he gestured to the wall clock “and that went here.”

Finnrick glanced about, carefully walking about as if worried he was going to step on a landmine.

“Here.” Finnrick found himself staring at a spot in the middle of the room “Ventus.”

He gestured with a hand and light breeze filled the room. It brushed away some of the dust covering floor, revealing the outline of a half melted metal ring.

“What is it?” Garrus turned curiously

“Spell circle. The source of the explosion. I’m willing to bet it’s custom made. Copper, steel. Maybe some bits of tin couldn’t stand the surge.”

“No iron or sliver?”

Finnrick shook his head “That’s for containing or repelling monsters. Necromancy is more about drawing in the evil entities. Or sucking out life.”

Garrus sighed tiredly “Don’t touch?”

“Only if you want to live to see retirement. Might have some pent up magic ready to blow outwards.”

“Understood. I’ll call in our guys. I’ll let you know if something comes up.”

Finn nodded gratefully while pulling out a vial and motioning to the elf “Mind if I do?”

“Be my guest, you might find something we’d miss.”

Finnrick smiled gratefully before scooping up some of the dust and sealing it within the vial.

“Take care Garrus, stop fighting birds Ma!”

“Flying rats!”

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The cafe was lively despite being early but that was no surprise given it was Mother’s. Mother’s was the single best food establishment in all Newton Haven and if anyone disagreed, they were allowed to have their opinions.

They were also allowed to be wrong.

Finnrick paused in the doorway, breathing in the scent of well cooked eggs and sweet lemonade. The pop and sizzle of heated grease brought a sense of comfort to the hard working private investigator.

“Finny Drift!” Maddie Copperstone called from behind the counter “How’s my favorite customer holding up?”

Maddie was 40 years young with tastefully curled dark brown hair. Human, little on the short side but fierce. She wore a simple red blouse and jeans, both stained with flour that the apron around her waist did not prevent.

Finnrick bounced over cheerfully, reaching over the counter to give the matron the biggest hug he could muster “I’m good Maddie. Working a case.”

Maddie’s brown eyes searched his face carefully “You always working Finny. You resting as much?”

“Scout’s honor.”

Maddie let out a disbelieving chuckle “You weren’t ever a Scout.”

“Honorary scout after I stopped that bear from eating them.”

“Thought it was a giant raccoon.”

“Yes but people don’t take giant raccoon seriously. He here?”

Maddie clicked her tongue disappointingly but motioned to the booth at the far end of the establishment “Rest.”

Finnrick rose his hand in surrender “After.”

“Never you mean!” Maddie shouted after him.

Amos Frye hadn’t changed much since last he was roaming around Finnrick’s neck of the woods: Handsome with soft gray eyes that reminded Finn of gathering storm clouds. His long black hair was tied in a messy bun held up by a golden pin, a braided strand hung loosely near his face. His beard was much shorter than what Finnrick remembered though he noted the unkempt split ends indicated that Amos hadn’t trimmed it in a few weeks. His iconic dark red sleeveless jerkin and black jean combination would look ridiculous on a lesser man but had allowed the monster hunter to show off his muscular frame. His brown skin was a bit more pale than usual so no doubt Amos had been operating at night lately.

“Finnrick, you cheeky bastard! I am so glad you came!” Amos beamed happily, his various bangles and bracelets clinking together in equally joyous celebration as the two shook hands.

“Amos! Happy to see you.” Finn beamed brightly as he slid into the booth across his old friend “Why though? Family trouble?”

Amos’s joyfully gleam turned dark for a moment.

“No. Have you…?”

Finnrick shook his head quickly “Not a word. Sorry, I hadn’t meant to…”

Amos waved the apology away “No worries cuz. I understand why you’d think that. Coming across the pond isn’t a spur of the moment thing and Os has always been the black sheep of the family. I suppose no news is good news.”

“Right.” Finnrick cleared his throat awkwardly “So what’s the trouble? I doubt you’d call me up for a nip and chat.”

“Rightly so.” Amos confirmed, reaching into the bag at his side and pulling out a folder “Hunting business as usual cuz.”

That made sense: Amos was the latest of a long family whose specialized business was monster hunting. The Fryes had been striking at things that went bump in the night for centuries ever since the first Frye defended the folk of some underground society.

Amos was an average wizard if Finnrick was being generous. That was not a slight against his old friend, it was a matter of fact: Amos spent most of his time honing the physical aspects of his profession which was obvious given the size of his arms. Any spells he knew were purely for defensive or preventive measures so he often communicated with Finnrick for higher quality and complex spellwork.

Finnrick took the folder from Amos and began pouring over its contents.

Most were quickly scrawled notes Amos had noticed about his quarry: Long sliver hairs, canine in nature. Large paw prints found in the areas it had been sighted, far too big to any natural wolf. Wulfvur and werewolf were hastily written and as quickly crossed out. A pattern of hanging out in wild areas, often forests and swamps.

There were pictures too: flashes of sliver, blurs of fangs and muzzles darting in and out of camera frame. It was always a distance away, sprinting deeper into the wildness. It was hard to tell from the photos but Finn guessed it might’ve been 10 feet tall at the very least.

“Why we hunting wolves now?” Finnrick asked curiously.

Amos flagged down the waitress “Contract given to my pa. It was hanging around the marsh lands of the jolly old isles. Someone wanted it gone.”

Something wasn’t clicking with Finn “and you followed it here? From England?”

“Nah cuz” Amos gave a cheeky grin “I tackled it through a portal and found I illegally crossed into America.”

“Ah.” Finnrick nodded in understanding “Fae.”

“Fae?” Amos frowned thoughtfully “I thought that too but I never heard of any snarling wolfie breaking into homes and snatching out wee younglings in them old folktales.”

“Fae are weird.” Finnrick shrugged “Their whole shtick is not making any sense. I had to expel a cat the size of a bus once. Double decker tall.”

Amos whistled in appreciation as he scratched his bread “So fae. Slippy fellow as you can tell. Whatcha recommend?”

“What’s the contract?”

“Banishment. It’s looking like wolfie ended up in the wrong part of town.”

“I think you mean next town over. Fixed a pattern yet?”

“Not yet but I wasn’t looking for one.” Amos admitted “Thought I was tracking some mutant. Fae changes a lot. Magical circles?”

“Easiest way to catch it.” Finnrick agreed “Sliver for sure. Iron would hurt it and based on your files, it hasn’t done anything than thin the local wildlife population. No need to anger mister big bad wolf.”

“Good call. I got some talent to handle a few circles but tracking is not really my speed.”

“I’m on a case but if you swing by the M.R.R.D, maybe they’ll loan you a wizard.”

Amos let out a disappointed sigh “I need to take care this sometime this year Finny. Bloody bureaucracy probably set me back a month at least.”

“There’s always Jaime but she’s pretty busy at work.”

“Jaime huh?” Amos smiled mischievously “I haven’t talked to your sister in a long time.”

“I will curse you.” Finnrick playfully threatened “And not no simple hex either. I’ll make you bald.”

Amos gasped dramatically, clutching at his hair protectively “You wouldn’t dare mate.”

“Shinier than the sun.”

“Okay, okay” Amos conceded “I’m kidding. She’s with Casey anyway. Good couple. Cute couple. He still hopelessly selfless and she still trying to fast track her way to power?”

“Yep.”

“You gonna fix that?”

Finnrick shook his head “It’s their lives. Their choices.”

“Idiots.” Amos chuckled “the lot of them.”

“All you need is love?”

“Spoken true the gospel of my land.”

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A few hours later with a brainstorm session completed and a promise to help out the next day, Finnrick left Amos to his work and continued with his own.

It was noon now and as the sun rose high in the sky, Finnrick found himself at the Grimyard.

The Grimyard was the premiere spot for all things magical in Newton Haven: Rows and rows of shops specifically catering to the magic community. The streets were paved with century old cobblestone and the buildings here were various hues of faded brick and mortar. It was easy to get lost in the Grimyard if it was your first time as the Grimyard did not spread out, it stacked downward. Layers upon layers of the Grimyard were actually underground to allow those with issues against the sun to sell their goods and services at all times of the day. Don’t let the dark fool you, anyone with worthy talent or product was here in the Grimyard.

Normally Finnrick would wander around a bit, checking out the various businesses and protective wards around the mile long patch of land but he was on the clock and the sooner he began to figure out what was going on, the sooner he could stop it.

Luckily for him, his destination was right here on the top floor of the marketplace. Specifically furthest back corner.

Knightly Ore was ran by the Knight family. Originally they only sold rare metals and ores which were necessary components for some of the more complicated magicks. At some point the owners expanded into selling more alchemical materials and eventually brewing potions, salves and such for a fee.

Despite decent business, it was the most rundown building in this part of the Grimyard: Broken window shudders with the paint faded down to the original shade when the business first opened decades ago. The humble black door was crooked and creaked whenever it moved

Finnrick knew the owners fairly well but here wasn’t here for them. He was here to see their son.

He pushed past the building, ducking into the alley that led to the lot directly behind the shop.

“Halt!” A voice called out “Who seeks the Brewmaster of the Grimyard?”

“It is I, Finnrick the detective. I got money and I need work done”

The Brewmaster was Theodore Knight, an incredibly talented alchemist who didn’t have the same opportunities Finnrick did: He was pretty tall for his age (14 or 15, Finnrick lost track once or twice) but clearly a teenager given his short lavender hair had a few strands dyed red. His eyes were an unnatural pale blue, paler than the blue of the sky. He wore the usual attire Finn often found him in: A sleeveless dark blue hoodie with a fist sized red gem clasped in front just under his neck and a lighter shade blue t-shirt. He wore black finger-less gloves gripping his brown messenger bag slung around his shoulder. A matching brown pouch hung around the waist of his gray cargo shorts and his brown boots were kept clean despite his place of business was in an alley behind his parents shop.

Theo jumped out from a hidden shadowy corner of the lot “Finn, whatcha got for me now?”

Finnrick reached into his pocket, showing the eager teen the vial that held blacken dust within.

“That’s it?” Theo scoffed, rolling his eyes “I was expecting something…...cooler.”

He took the vial and raised it to the sun. Theo gave it a rough shake and watched it carefully for any properties the strange substance would display.

Theo frowned, clearly unsatisfied by what he saw “You brought me ash? Plain ash? It’s your money but even I think it’s a waste.”

“It’s ash?”

Theo shot the detective a look that screamed how obvious it should’ve been “Yes, ash. Thicker than what I’ve seen but ash all the same.”

Finnrick bit his cheek thoughtfully.

“Look Finn, you know my rates. I dunno what you want me to do but standard fees apply.”

“I’ll paying double.”

The Brewmaster’s eyes narrowed suspiciously “Double for ash? What’s so special about it?”

“Oh nothing." Finnrick pretended to look disinterested “Aside it was taken directly from a crime scene: Necromancy and cast via a half melted spell circle.”

It took Theo a minute to allow the implications of what Finnrick said to sink in. His eyes shifted from suspicion to wild excitement.

“Really?!” Theo clutched the vial like it was his first born child “Necromancy really doesn’t like many alchemy processes. It’s not going to be easy for me.”

“I know right?” Finnrick grinned impishly “It’s almost like I’m going to have to pay double for it.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to….” Theo pouted unhappily “Ha freaking ha. Okay smart guy, pay up.”

Finnrick handed over 50 gold. Theo took it eagerly, his eyes lightening up with glee.

Theo paused for a moment, his face turning oddly serious for a teenager.

“It might take me awhile depending on what you want.”

“I want to know what’s in it. Necromancy requires specific ingredients. After that it’ll be easier to track the seller.”

“And the buyer!” Theo blurted out excitedly “Smart.”

Finnrick ruffled his hair playfully “I wish I thought of it. You keep this up and you’re going to run me out of business.”

“I’ll text you when I have something.”

“Pleasure as always Theo.”

“It’s Brewmaster.”

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It was 2 in the afternoon when Finnrick made his way back to the Salt-Iron. He stood outside the complex, tossing the remains of his pizza into his waiting maw and crumpling the can of soda he was drinking before tucking into his coat pocket.

“What’s this?” Finnrick asked, utterly confused by the crushed foam cup he pulled from within “Oh right my coffee. I’ve been really at today.”

Finnrick wiped his hands clean and made his way inside the Salt-Iron once more, mulling over the details of the case as he ascended up the stairway.

Blacken ash cast by a spell circle. Both father and son missing with no indication where they went too. Recluses and rarely seen. Necromancy within a threshold.

It was hard to tell how deeply the father and son were involved in spell. Someone who had access to the apartment was behind it no doubt. Spell circles were the most consistent way to cast magic but they took time to build, set and channel energy. You didn’t build a spell circle without knowing exactly what you plan to do with it.

The nature of the magic was also a mystery: Dark magic had various applications and not a single one was good. Finnrick hadn’t much experience with that branch of magic but there was nothing logical about the aftereffects: Ash spread throughout the apartment, clinging to everything like a second skin. There was no signs of an outward blast given that nothing bent in the same direction. Everything in that room decided to twist in whatever wayit felt like. If the spell was supposed to draw in something then chair legs and wall tiles would’ve been pulled directly towards the circle.

“Curiouser and curiouser Alice” Finnrick spoke to no one in particular.

He was on the fifth floor when he noticed something odd.

Finnrick raised an eyebrow as the skies outside the window darken, black and stormy.

A thunderstorm it seems.

Finnrick peered out the window, glancing upwards to see what was going on.

Dark clouds swirled directly overhead. Rain began to lightly drizzle as the skies boomed. Thunder and a moment later lightning trailing across the gathering storm.

A thunderstorm that formed directly above this building.

Without warning.

“Well that’s not ominous.”

Finnrick made the mistake of leaning closer to the window, peering around to see if he could see where exactly the storm was coming from when it happened.

“Watch out below!”

Finnrick noticed three things in that moment: First, was of course, someone shouting to watch out below. Second was the distant sound of claws scratching something wooden, the walls perhaps. Lastly was the thudding of something falling down quickly and towards him.

Finnrick rose his hand, pivoting on his heels in time to see something crash into him.

It wasn’t much of a contest: Both Finnrick and whatever slammed into him broke through the fifth story window and went sprawling into a freefall.

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I saw that you like CATS the musical. What are your thoughts on the movie?

AAAAH AHHAHA oh man oh boy y'all should BUCKLE IN cuz it's a ride

my simple thoughts? it's entertaining if only because it butchered the stage show so badly in an attempt to idk modernize it? Well, modernization is one part of it I think. The other part I'll go into below lol. I don't necessarily hate some of the more modern renditions of the songs (mostly the ensemble sets like Jellicle Song for Jellicle Cats) but then others are just... so poorly done it's insulting.

I've said this at the end of this whole rant too but I'm gonna put it up here in case people don't (justifiably) wanna see me go on and on about it:

The movie wasn't made for fans of the musical. It was made to make money and I believe they choose, at least partially, to do that through making it the weirdest and worst possible adaptation they could so that people would want to go see the train wreck. Which, really, worked! It was all people could talk about for a good while so like... Goal achieved, I guess.

A MUCH MORE COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS UNDER THE CUT cuz i don't wanna. flood your dash with... this

ALRIGHT SO. Most of my friends know I'm actually a huge fan of new adaptations of things. I love remakes (provided the people making it are coming at it with some form of heart and not just... cash grabbing which is more often the case) I love seeing other peoples interpretations of characters, or changing settings. It's one of the reasons I like American comics so much, getting to see different writers takes is fascinating.

I think musical movies can be wonderful ways to introduce people to a stage show that might have been unavailable to them otherwise! Chicago, for example, is one of the BEST musical to movie adaptations in my opinion. It kept the heart of the show, it's funny and the song numbers are done really well.

There are of course other famous examples, such as Grease or Bye Bye Birdie. Hairspray was also a wonderful take. These are simply off the top of my head, there are of course more.

CATS in particular has a history. If you go through my CATS tag you may see a few posts from @catsnonreplica which posts photos from non broadway productions of CATS! It's a fascinating read and I love, love, love looking at the other interpretations of the characters! CATS is a musical full of fun and wonderful characters if you take the time to see past the ridiculousness haha and the Korean and Japanese runs of CATS especially have some of my favourites.

How does this relate to the movie, I hear you say well. As you might has noticed the movie's interpretations of the characters is........ lackluster at best and downright uncanny valley at best.

CATS is, at its core, a ridiculous thing. I will fully admit that! But it's fun, it's entertaining and if you pay a little attention you can actually get the plot. (Honestly I don't understand when people complain it has no plot but that's a whole other rant for another day)

The movie was... obsessed with this idea of like... semi realism? Like obviously, as a fan, I think they should have leaned into the over the top character designs but instead we got...w ell:

Bombalurina:

Demeter left and Bomba right. Demeter was actually cut! From the movie which is. upsetting lmao.

Macavity is one of the worst offenders for me:

Macavity was... I wish I could know what the hell they were thinking there cuz it's even in his song? Ginger cat??? THAT IS NOT... A GINGER CAT...... but I digress. I would show more examples but I think you get the point.

So. We've butchered the characters appearances. Okay that's fine but what about their personalities?

ALSO BUTCHERED.

There's... there's a lot to unpack here. Just for context: the Jellicle Ball happens once a year and the Jellicle leader chooses a single cat to be reborn into a new life. In the stage play all the cats who are nominated for this honour are on the older side (Jenny-Any-Dots, Bustopher Jones, Skimbleshanks, Gus The Theatre Cat, and eventually Grizzabella) AND are always nominated by another cat. Not themself, unlike the movie where they all seem to nominate themselves.

Jenny-Any-Dots went from a doting grandmother figure who's celebrated for her selfless volunteering and tireless work into a conceited, vain younger cat who is obsessed with fame.

It's an incredibly strange dichotomy. I don't doubt some of it isn't the result of the uh people playing the characters honestly. I do think some of them did the best they could! I don't really blame Jason Derulo, for example, for Tugger. And honestly, Tugger was probably closest to his stage version (while being a trouble maker, he's shown to show Deuteronomy an immense amount of respect)

Speaking of Tugger! This will bring us to one of the biggest grievances with the movie and that is how they handled Mr Mistoffelees.

So... Ugh. So. We have Victoria as the pov character, which imo is like whatever in the grand scheme of things, and then we have Misto who they have decided will be get live interest cuz... Of course. Misto is shown throughout the musical to be awkward, unsure of himself and well. Really, kinda incompetent. Which is Wild cuz in the stage show he might be aloof but he's fairly confident in his powers.

So, Old Deuts gets kidnapped. In the stage show Tugger is the one to bring Misto forward! It's really quite sweet, imo, and I'm showing myself as a Tuggoffelees shipper here, but again Tugger is previously shown to be pretty conceited but then here he is boosting and hyping up Misto to bring Deuteronomy back. My friends and I have lovingly dubbed this the boyfriend hype song.

SOMEHOW. The movie manages to make this, easily, the MOST BORING number in the whole thing. Which, again, WILD. Misto awkwardly stumbles through his whole song, which again is... Boasting of his supreme magical powers which movie Misto clearly. Does not have or believe to have. The song, to me, feels super awkward and unnecessarily drawn out in the movie which sucks cuz it's one of my favourites in the show.

The declawing (heh) of Mr Mistoffelees actually reminds me strongly of how they changed Gaston in the live action Beauty and the Beast movie. He's gone from a beloved figure in the animated movie to someone so disliked in the town that Le Fou has to pay people off to say nice things about him. It's just. Wild character choices were made!!

Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat is probably my favourite in movie non ensemble number. It feels the most... Genuine? Compared to the other nomination songs.

Other problems include but are not limited to:

The inconsistent size scale of the CATS which throws me off constantly.

The weirdly overt sexual overtones added to MANY of the songs (Jenny and Bustopher being the worst)

This is just a personal gripe and opinion but I don't like that they used the UK version of Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. The American version is both better known and tbh way more fun. Teazer's giggle? Adds ten years to my life every time.

Victoria's added solo song, Beautiful Ghosts, while I like the song as a song it doesn't fit the style of message of the musical. In the movie she's singing directly to Grizzabella who's being an outcast for years that she should be grateful she even has memories of being part of the tribe?? What?? But I know they had to add an original song to be able to be nominated for awards in like the Grammys n shit (which is why all musical movies will have an original song, fun fact!!) kinda funny they went to the effort though considering........... I don't think anyone could have genuinely believed CATS 2019 was gonna win anything but golden rhaspberries.

Movie Mr Mistoffelees has made repeated appearances as my sleep paralysis demon

The various cut characters, shout outs to Jemima, Demeter and Jellylorum especially

Bombalurina being a henchman to Macavity rubs me the wrong way

God I've written... So much. You probably get it by now haha. Like I said at the beginning, I try to go into any adaptation with an open mind but... Let's be honest, this movie wasn't marketed to people who are fans of the musical.

It was marketed, and made, to make money. And they choose to do that through, I think, intentionally making the worst possible version ever. Bad press is still press and the more outrageous people said the movie was the more people wanted to go see exactly what kind of train wreck it was.

Which is a disservice to the stage show, honestly, and all the people who've worked on it over the years.

But what can we do, right?

And besides all that, I do... Still own the movie version and I do still rewatch it on occasion. It is entertaining even if it's in a train wreck kind of way. I usually end up watching the 1998 version, then 2019 and then various tour runs that are on YouTube. (I highly recommend the 2016 tour, it's very good)

So in conclusion. It's fun (?) to watch. I enjoy picking things apart and doing analysis (if you couldn't tell!) so like... I don't hate it?

It did what it set out to do, I guess, and I can't fault it for that but. It's not a fair metre with which to judge the stage show imo. But I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, haha.

Jazz hands. I'm more than happy to elaborate or just chat about CATS if anyone wants! I grew up listening to the Broadway CD since I was a toddler so it's been! A very long standing obsession haha. Probably the only other thing on par with CATS is my obsession with Jurassic Park which I've also been a fan of since I was 3 (but that's a whole story in and of itself)

[random-mha-thoughts]

Small Things (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Anon requested: “I have a request! BakugoxFemale Reader. Fluff please! Ok bit o context first, the reader has like a size manipulation quirk but cant really control it. Alrighty here’s the basic idea: so Baku picks a fight with her, The reader is very self conscious and stuff and tries to stop this because she knows its not a good idea. She ends up shrinking herself to 2 inches tall for a few days and has to stay with Baku. He ends up finding out that she likes him, and hijinks ensue, cuz he also likes her uwu.”

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Word count: 1,959

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n: I’m really sorry this came out this late anon 😭 Please forgive me!  Passover started this week and I was helping my parents clean house between my online classes, and I had no energy or time to be doing anything, so I’m sorry.  I hope you still like this and you’ve been waiting patiently for it!  I ended up changing the last part so Bakugou confesses first because that’s the logic that felt right with the characters, and I kept it a little shorter than I intended since I wanted to get this out asap, so I hope that’s okay.

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I want to die of embarrassment, I feel so small.  No, seriously, I'm like two inches tall, I'd rather die.

As the rest of the class watches in horror, Denki had to be the idiot who breaks the silence into a fit of laughter.  "(Y/n)'s a real midget now!"  He's having himself a good time, doubled over like it's the first joke he's heard in his entire life, Sero and Mineta chuckling right next to him.  If I hadn't messed up, I would've stormed over and punched them all out.

Unfortunately, mistakes have been made, mistakes I have no control over.

Bakugou had walked into the class in the morning while I was talking with the girls and challenged me to a fight in his cocky, brash manner.  I, of course, refused because there's no way I'm facing someone like Bakugou and winning in a fight.  My size manipulation quirk could be pretty useful and effective, but I don't have the best control over it.  When it comes to shrinking and expanding other objects, I've already mastered it, and I'm great at manipulating my size to be bigger, but I've always refused to practice shrinking myself.

As I stepped backwards, shaking my head violently against his request, he gained each step back on me.  "Whaddya mean 'no'?!  You're telling me you're afraid?!" Bakugou bellowed.

I finally bumped into the back wall and screwed my eyes shut.  "No, I don't want to, just leave me alone," I pleaded feebly.

Bakugou towered over me like a thug, his signature scowl morphed into his face.  "Look at you.  When you train and you're big, you're such a big baddie!  Only when you're in your tiny, normal size, you act like a coward!  You're nothing unless you're bigger, is that what you're telling me?!  That you're useless and unconfident when you're this height, tiny?!"

I was so embarrassed by his insults.  I was hearing exactly everything my thoughts say in silence, but said out loud so I had to face them, and everyone in the room heard them.  They all probably think the same thing he does.  I felt like crying as I curled into myself against the wall.

When I blinked my eyes open to wipe my tears, the first thing I saw was Bakugou's shoes.  That's when I knew I'd messed up.

This is so much worse than being just shy of five feet.

After Kaminari's little chide, my face heats up in shame and a new set of tears starts to form.

"(Y/n)-chan!" Uraraka bends down, shock and sympathy mixed into her eyes.  "Are you okay?  I can't believe you finally shrank like this!"

I try using my quirk to grow back to normal size, but I can't.  "I-I'm stuck," my voice shakes out, more high pitch than before.

She holds out her hand to the ground.  I get on and curl up.  "Just get me out of here, I've embarrassed myself enough."

"What's going on now?" Aizawa stands at the front of the classroom, arms crossed and aloof as ever.  He's one hundred percent done with us at this point.

"(Y/n)-chan shrunk and she can't grow back to normal size, ribbit," Tsuyu explains.

Aizawa locks eyes with the fuming Bakugou in the back.  "And I'm guessing you had something to do with that?"

The boy snorts.  "How was I supposed to know she would freak out like that?!"

"Well, she's your responsibility now," our teacher orders.  "You're gonna have to help her grow back to normal since you made her shrink.  In the meantime, you'll have to take care of her needs."

Both of us are less than thrilled about that.  Balugou shoots a death glare at me in Uraraka's hand.  "Teme..."

Aizawa bristles, his scarf starting to levitate around his shoulders.  He doesn't even have to do anything but stare down the boy so he snorts and sits at his desk, grumbling about his fate.

"It's okay, (Y/n)-chan, you can sit at my desk for now," Uraraka beams at me, setting me down on her desk for me to sit.

I bury my face in my hands.  How did I get so misfortunate?

Aizawa wasn't kidding when he said Bakugou would take responsibility for me.  The boy was forced to copy notes into my notebook after class, study with me, carry my bag, get my lunch, and other things I take for granted being normal size.  However, even through all that, I still stayed two inches tall.  As such Aizawa used his silent glare to pressure the unruly kid into keeping me in his room for the night just so we can hopefully talk over our differences.

"You better not pull anything weird, you hear me?" Bakugou warns me with a growl.

I'm perched on his shoulder as he walks us to his dorm room.  I can't say I'm not nervous being alone with the boy for the first time, I'm not sure if he'll squish me like a bug or throw me out the window first chance he gets.  As soon as we enter his room, he puts me down on his bed.

"Don't touch anything until I come back, stay right there," he points an accusing finger at me before grabbing some lounge clothes and heading into his bathroom to change.

I nod my head quickly, scared out of my mind and already on edge.  I swing my legs off the end of the bed as I wait, my heart hammering in my small chest.  I'm afraid that he'll start throwing more insults at me once we get to talking again, and then I'll end up disappearing into the size of an eyelash.  Burying my head in my hands, I quietly groan to myself.  I'll never be good at my quirk, will I?

"Why are you crying again?"

I jerk my head up and compose myself, avoiding his eyes.  "No reason."

Bakugou rolls his eyes and sighs exasperatedly, kneeling down in front of me to stay level.  "If we're gonna talk, you have to look at me at least."

Clasping my hands together on top of my lap, I tap my thumbs together nervously.  "I can listen to you fine even if I'm not looking at you," I retort, too soft and unsure for me to sound convincing.  If anything, it gives away how nervous I am.

Another annoyed sigh leaves his lips and he aggressively scratch his head.  "Fine, I'll just talk then," he grumbles before taking a breath.

I steel myself for his potential yelling, squeezing my eyes closed again like the coward I am.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, dumbass.  I'm sorry I even asked you to fight me in the first place if it made you that nervous."

I relax all my face muscles and ease open my eyes.  Bakugou's not looking at me, but I can tell that he means it, even if he still sound aggressive about it.

"I don't know why you'd feel nervous about fighting me when you'd probably kick my ass no question, all you'd really have to do is make yourself bigger and crush me or make an object twice my size and knock me over the head with it, but whatever.  I didn't ask you to fight me just to pick on you.  I don't pick fights with people I know aren't worth my time.

My stomach stirs.  He believes in me?  He thinks I can stand against him?

"You're always so confident in your quirk during practice that I didn't think it would be a big deal, so when you were backing down like you were scared, it wasn't right.  I thought you were just holding back from me.  Until I realized you're actually scared.  And then I tried taunting you because I know you're capable of doing better, I thought I could somehow get you to open up and get you fired up to show me otherwise, but I guess it had the opposite effect."  He finally looks me hard in the eyes, making me gulp at the intensity they burn with.  "I know you need to hear someone say this.  You're not weak, you're strong and you can kick anyone ass if you wanted to, whether you're small or big, and I admire that about you."

My breath catches in my throat.

"Yeah, it's better to look all scary when you're bigger, but being smaller has advantages in a fight.  You can maneuver better, you have the element of surprise, you can reach places no one else can.  You're not nothing without being big, you still have a lot going for you.  You don't need to cower in fear just because you're smaller than most people.  I know you're self-conscious about your height the way you are, and that's what makes you lean into expanding yourself, but..."  His face turns slightly pink and he struggles to get his next words out, finally saying them quickly like he's ripping off a bandage, "I like your height just the way you are."

My heart skips a beat at that.  I'm already touched and rendered sheepish by the amount of praise he's showering me with, but the last one is a nail in the coffin.  He likes my height.

Before I know it, I'm no longer looking up at him, instead looking down.  Holding my hands out in front of me to confirm it's not an illusion, I dart back and forth between them and Bakugou's blank face.  It took that kind of sentence from him to put me back to normal, how embarrassing!

"Huh, so that's all it took."  I'm more frightened of the smirk growing on his face as he stands and leans over me sitting down on his bed.

I clench my fists and prepare for a world of teasing only for him to place his hand on my head.  Instinctively, I look up only for him to lean down and place his lips on my forehead.  If my cheeks were pink before, they're certainly rose red now.  "It's very hard to kiss your forehead when you're only two inches tall," is the smooth line that rolls off his tongue.  "That's another thing I like about your height, it's perfect for me to plant surprise kisses on your head whenever I want."

"B-Bakugou?"  I finally summon words, only for them to be this dumb.

His hand slides down from the top of my head to my cheek.  "I like you, stupid."

Another throb in my chest.

"I was gonna confess to you somehow at the end of our fight, but you freaked out and ended up the size of Tinker Bell, which was actually cute the way you sat on my shoulder around school for the past few days."  His smirk briefly softens into a genuine smile, one that takes me a moment to process in case I was hallucinating it.  "Well, I'd rather you give me an answer quickly before you end up shrinking yourself for another week.  What's it gonna be?"

My mind still reels over everything he's just admitted to me, overwhelming myself to the point where tears well up in my eyes again.  "I don't think you'll like how emotional I am," I rub my face and try to play it off.  "It might annoy you after a while."

Bakugou sits down next to me and wipes my eyes with his thumbs gently.  "Did I also mention you're the perfect height for to also wipe your tears away like this?  I don't believe in that destiny crap, but I think it means something."

With that, I collapse my small body into his chest, my embrace around him providing my answer to his proposal.

[itashiro-hitsuchiha]

9. Shoutout a blog/muse you’re loving lately

I'll be doing several on here cuz that's more fun to me. XP

So there are several blogs I'd love to give a shout out to.

First and foremost is @talesoflegends we have some great conversations and all the fun shenanigans we put our muses through will always be a favorite thing of mine we do. They are very fun to talk to and brainstorm with.

Second we have @ofdarkestdesires the way they play their muses is an absolute blast and normally I don't really do much with open starters due to how easy it can be to lose track of them. But with them I can't help but peruse through their opens and see what muse to throw at them. We've discovered some great pairings for our muses through those opens and I can't wait to expand on them as well as make new ones. Not to mention they have a muse that actually managed to get my villain muse Naru to show her softer side. Not many can do that.

Next up there's @tatsu-and-fenri we have plenty of ooc discussions for muse shenanigans that we will be exploring later and it's always fun to see them online. Their eagerness to explore these random muse ideas will always excite me.

Then we have @celestialprincesslulu we don't have many threads nor do we talk too much ooc. But when we do talk it is always nice to chat with them. Their writing is phenomenal for Lucy and I love how she's portrayed. I also see trying to match their length for responses as a fun challenge to improve my writing. While I have an abundance of smut threads on here that is not the case with them as we're just letting our muses be and see what develops. Will there be smut with them? Who knows? That's for the muses to decide.

Lastly we have @darksidenyxie granted I haven't seen them online in months. But they are one of the muns who I've written with nearly all the way back to when I was first writing on Tumblr. They aren't as active on here as they tend to disappear for a few months before coming back for a bit when their muse hits them. But I always look forward to when they do come online and practically bombard their muse with love (and all the smut) from mine. Fair warning; their content isn't for everyone as they explore a wide range of taboo smut topics such as incest and bestiality (granted I have indulged in those topics with them quite a bit) so be mindful if you do decide to check them out. Least when I write that stuff with them I always tag the stuff accordingly. So best to blacklist the tags I use if that bothers you.

Don't feel bad if you're blog isn't listed on here. I am writing this at 1 am right after getting home from a closing shift at McDonald's. Plus I can't mention everyone on here otherwise it would take way too much space on the dash and this is long enough already. :)

[hannah-deserved-better]

Sam questions. Made by @gaysuperhell , tagged by @bluephoenixrises

-Sibling status (younger, middle, older, only child...): I’m the oldest, I have a brother and two sisters.

-How long have you been stanning for: I first started watching spn around season 11 or so so I haven’t been into it forever. At first, I was attracted to the brotherly love between Dean and Sam, especially because I had come from the Hobbit fandom where I loved the brotherly love between Fili and Kili, and then I fell in love with Castiel and Hannah.

Favorite spn season, but if the only criteria was Sam’s hair: For Sam’s hair? probably 6-8? I like guys with long hair, I always have.

-Favorite Sam-centric episode: Hmm I’ll let you know after my rewatch, but I like episodes where Sam and Dean work together.

-Favorite Sam era: s6-s8

-Favorite song you would/have put in a Sam playlist: Hmm problem is that I don’t really listen to modern music. I feel like Sam is probably an REO Speedwagon fan.

-Any ships you may like to mention: Well I am a hanstiel shipper, but for Sam centric ships, I like Saileen the best. I also like sastiel and maybe a little sabriel.

-If you could steal one thing from Sam’s wardrobe, it would be: All his plaids

-You must have some intense headcanons you need to talk about, tell me one Sam hc that drives you insane: Sam is really into ethnic cuisine, especially Indian food. He loves dosas, but he rarely gets a chance since they rarely go to any major cities where there would be a lot of diversity. Sam also has an interest in history and archaeology and took a few anthropology classes at Stanford.

- Complete the sentence: If Sam cishet, then WHY....: Well... everyone is bi until proven otherwise as far as I am concerned. So yeah, Sam is bi.

-Favorite unhinged Sam moment: I think in season 5 or so? When he told Dean to treat him like an adult.

-Tell me something about the hbo Sam that lives in your brain: Hmm well I am demisexual and I’m not really into HBO or smut so if that’s what this question is getting at, I can’t help. I just don’t really think about characters sex lives very much.

- Biggest injustice Supernatural commited against Sam (be as brief or as ranty as you desire): Uh, the fact that he has made mistakes but the show keeps on throwing it in his face, never feeling like he’s completely redeemed himself and then the show goes out of its way to ALWAYS absolve Dean of all guilt and wrongdoing on his own mistakes. (I’m keeping @bluephoenixrises ‘s answer cuz I kinda agree)

- Oh no, the writers forgot to give Jess a personality! Now it’s up to you. Tell me, what was Jess like: I think she was smart, independent, and well traveled. Sam may have traveled all over the country, but he’s always wanted to  see the rest of the world and he and Jess bonded over her telling him about all the fascinating places she’s been. She is into solo trips but when she died, they were planning their first trip together, to Iceland.

-And finally, just say something about him that makes you smile ♥: that he’s open minded, likes to try new things, is compassionate towards others, sensitive, and you know, he treats Castiel like he deserves to be treated.

That was a lot of fun, I encourage anyone interested to do this simply because Sam deserves all the love in the world!

But I will tag @loverofdemoncorns, @sastiel-daily, @casa-neurotica, @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin, @thequeenofsastiel

[burts-baked-bees]

Keep Me Warm (Hellboy One shot)

Pairing: Fem!Reader x 2019 Hellboy.

Rating: PG (all fluff but lots of language) 

Prompt: I was super fucking cold the other night and when I crawled into bed I couldn’t help but wish I had my own personal Demon Boyfriend to keep me warm at night. So this was born. It’s my first (of maybe many) Hellboy oneshots so be kind to me. I hope you enjoy!!

The bed creaked loudly as Hellboy took his place at the foot, his 350 pound frame threatening to break the small metal legs beneath him.

 “I honest to god can not believe that dad is doing this..” He sighed as he tried to pull the boots off his feet. His large hands struggled with the laces for a moment before his attention was grabbed by the door to his left opening. He watched as the bathroom door swung open and a large cloud of steam poured out over the freezing floor. The demon raised his brows as the form of a girl emerged from the steam, a towel in her hands drying her head of excess water.

 “That shower sucks ass.” She spoke as she patted her face dry. Hellboy leaned back on the bed with a smirk,

 “Can’t be as bad as the bath house Kyoto.” He chuckled as he finally discarded of his boots and allowed his hooves to meet the floor. He noted the way a bit of steam rose from his feet when they made contact with the cold wood. The heat in this shack wouldn’t last very much longer, and Y/n wasn’t a walking furnace like he was.

 “I saw more dicks that day then I ever want to see again. Human or otherwise.” She shuddered as she tossed her towel to the counter in the bathroom. She laughed a bit at the memory, and had she been looking she would have noticed the genuine smile that graced the man's lips.

About a week ago the BPRD had sent a handful of Agents into the Russian winter to scope out a potential Wendigo outbreak. HB, Diamio, Y/n, and a few other footmen had been sent in to “contain” the situation as best they could and everything was going according to plan. That is until Agent McMonahan got himself bitten, and actually attempted to eat Agent L/n. They had taken care of the problem since then, and Diamio had gone back to the US with the remaining soldiers, but Professor Broom had asked Hellboy and Y/n to remain behind a few more days to ensure the problem was eradicated. It was meant to be one extra day or to on the base but instead due to the Russian winter the had been trapped on base without a means of getting home until the storm passed.

 “Gotta say darlin’, hell isn't even as hot as your showers. And I’ve been to hell, it's not an ideal vacation spot.” HB took his coat from his shoulders and balled it up before throwing at the girl across from him. She laughed and dodged the jacket as Hellboy flopped back onto the creaky bed. His red skin clashed dramatically with the off white sheets, and his greasy black hair sprawled out around his head; Y/n walked over to the bed and stood over his large form, her head shaking slightly at his actions.

  “Give me the pillow Red.” She laughed, “Before you get your nasty greases all over it.” He faked gasped, pretending to be offended at her comment before pulling the pillow out from under his back and handing it to her.

 “What’s that for anyway? Dry humping buddy?” He inquired, earning a whack to the gut from the same pillow.

 “You wish,” She snapped, “I’m sleeping on the couch because that bed is the only thing thats gonna hold you, and I’m not trying to get crushed in my sleep.” Hellboy propped himself up on his elbows and eyed the girl setting the sheet down on the small couch on the other side of the room. “Plus I’ve seen how much you drool in your sleep and drowning is not an option for me either.”

 “Yeah.” He laughed, “I get that from my dad.” Y/n snickered at him before sitting down on the now covered couch. Her e/c eyes locked with his yellow ones and they sat in silence for a brief moment, before Y/n became painfully aware of the fact that Red was shirtless and staring at her with drowsy eyes. She knew he meant nothing by it, and he was just exhausted from the past week (so was she), but for a brief moment she could see herself walking over to him and straddling his lap before drowning him in hugs and kisses that he more than deserved. But she was her, and he was him; no way that could ever work out.

 “You gonna keep giving me those bedroom eyes, or you going to bed?” His voice cut through her fog and she felt her face heat up from his words. There it was again, that feeling that maybe they could be more, but as soon as it rose up it was gone again. After all; he flirts like this with everyone. It’s just who he is.

 “I’m going to bed lame-o.” She retorted before grabbing a blanket off the floor.

 “You want the blanket off the bed?” He asked, “It’s cold as shit in here and I don’t exactly need it.” He held up the blue wool blanket in his stone hand as Y/n got herself comfortable on the couch.

 “I’m good HB. You can keep it. Russia won’t beat me, I���ll be fine.” Hellboy raised his brows in a ‘your loss’ sort of way before standing up and walking towards the light.

 “Naw honey, that's alright you get comfy I got the lights.”

 “Shut the fuck up you big baby.”

…..   

Hellboy was awoken by the sound of teeth chattering, and floorboards creaking. He jumped up from his lying position and grabbed his phone using the dim light of the screen to illuminate the body standing at the side of his bed.

 “Y/n what the fuck? It’s like-” He looked at his phone screen for a moment, his scrunched up face trying to take in the numbers on the screen, “-2 in the morning!”. Y/n reached out with her hand and brushed Red’s arm, he jumped once more when he felt the temperature of her skin. “Jesus Christ, your fucking freezing.” He breathed as Y/n laughed through her shivers.

 “Really?” She began pulling her blanket tighter around her, “I h-hadn’t noticed.”

Hellboy shifted some pillows around on the bed, put his phone down, and schooched to the side before holding out his hand. She looked at him with a furrowed brow, “I want your blanket dumbass.” She croaked as HB rolled his eyes.

 “I’m a demon sweetheart. Basicly a personal space heater. Your gonna die on that couch with how cold you are, so quit the bitching and get in.” Y/n weighed the options in her mind for a moment before her eyes locked with his once more.

 “I don’t know Red…” She sighed looking everywhere but at him.

 “Your cold, and I don’t bite. I’m not asking you to marry me.”

Y/n felt her stomach drop as those words left his mouth, he really did always make jokes at the worst times.

 “I hate you…..” Y/n groaned aloud.

Red chuckled as she slowly climbed into the bed beside him. She stayed wrapped up in her blanket as she wedged herself into the space between Hellboy and the mattress. His huge arms draped the extra blankets over her form and he pulled her close to his chest. The sudden envelopment of warmth caused a loud sigh of happiness to escape Y/n’s lungs as her hot breath hit Hellboy’s already heated chest.

 “You okay?” He asked as his hand ghosted over the small of her back.

 “Fuck Russia…” Y/n droned drowsily as she allowed her feet to become intertwined with Red’s under the sheets.

 “I’m not minding it too much.” He spoke softly resting his chin atop her head.

 “You only say that cuz your not cold….” She whispered.

 “That, and I’m not minding having you next to me like this.”

Y/n looked up at him for a brief moment, her eyes making out the rough shape of his face in the dark. Butterflies danced in her stomach as he gave a crooked grin.

 “Liar…” She whispered into his chest. He tightened his grip on her body for a second before chuckling lowly. “Just keep me warm.”

 “Anytime you need.”  

{tag @negansdirtygirl22 } :)))

[monkey-network]

GTO: One of My Favorite Arcs

This one’s going to be a 1st for the channel. Great Teacher Onizuka is honestly one of my favorite manga of all time. It’s one of the few that regardless of how many others I’ve read, I just feel pride whenever it comes back in my mind. As such, I wanted to spin a tale of one of my favorite arcs of the original GTO series just because. Spoilers for anyone interested. First I’ll see to set the stage.

Urumi Kanzaki is one of the students in Onizuka’s class, and while they initially describe her as the dumb blonde stereotype since she looks the part, she is actually a child prodigy. Early in the series, she was one of the antagonists to Onizuka, harboring her hatred for teachers after a heart shattering moment involving one of her past educators, and essentially let her past trauma nuture her to believe her intelligence made her. She can be menacing with her intellect, to the point where she commits actual terrorism in the school after being provoked. Onizuka eventually gets through to her thanks to his unconventional, almost suicidal, methods, and she stands by him after “loosening her asshole” on life, so to speak.

Now. We cut to chapters 127... This isn’t necessary the start of the arc, I’d say it’s the setup. Kanzaki wants to hang out with Onizuka, get away from her parents, and she’s having some good fun with him. During this time, she grows closer to him, not much in infatuation as much as having genuine respect for him. Then another student/antagonist/friend(?) of Urumi, Miyabi Aizawa, comes out of nowhere. Their egos clash for a bit, ending with Urumi stinging Miyabi with some harsh words which causes her to retaliate with something that would hit Kanzaki where it hurts the most. When I mentioned that Kanzaki is a child prodigy, that intelligence comes from the fact that she was actually a in-vitro newborn.... a test tube baby. This origin has haunted her her whole life, one secret she wanted to bury more than anything, one that ignited her vitriol towards teachers in the first place, and on the day where she goes back to school, hopeful of being around people that would truly give her a sense of belonging....

Miyabi exposes her to the whole school

This “rumor” causes murmuring shame towards Kanzaki, immediately labeling her a monster, and this shatters her completely. As such, she decides to retaliate, one last time. Before leaving the school, she spray paints a website URL on the windows, MiyabiAizawa.com. Rightfully confused, Miyabi finds that Urumi set up hidden cameras in her house and the website was pre-meditated with teasing images and a countdown that has 69 hours left before it reveals a major secret Urumi had in store on it. This sends Miyabi into a cold panic and some of the students to hack into the secret of the site before time runs out, All the while, Onizuka heads out to track down Urumi, whom has ghosted within the city.

Things take a turn for the worse where it not only turns out the site will upload major viruses if there’s an attempt to break in, Urumi has plotted to kill herself not long after the website was discovered in an undisclosed location; reciting a notable Japanese philosopher’s farewell poem or swan song. Onizuka heads to her mother’s house, whom has little concern over her as much as the stock market being a heavy financial stockholder herself. As Onizuka storms off, it’s almost poetic justice that the company her mother invested in applied for bankruptcy, essentially ruining her financially and leaving in a desperate plea for Urumi’s presence. That’s something I love most about this series’ characters, regardless of whoever you are, you are not above getting punished or karma thrown back at you, deserved or not.

This arc, like the other great ones in this series as a whole, is also great in keeping the momentum. For someone that liked Urumi once redeemed and was happy that she finally got to be happy, I was on the edge of my seat with Onizuka wondering what happened. It was especially momentous that the one person Kanzaki conversed with before her attempt at death is Onizuka, generally the last person she found to be a great part in her otherwise heavy life. 

This is one of the few times where the series puts our hero not only on a race against the clock, but with someone’s life on the line. Someone he thought had changed, a smile he thought could live better for herself. And like with everyone else before her, he’s giving it his all to save her from her own built doom. Not to mention everything else going on; another teacher putting out a scandal note against Onizuka, Miyabi trying to OD herself, the foiling vice principal trying to track down Onizuka to selfishly help him get out of a crime. There’s just so many layers stacked on top of a considerably tragic and scary moment for Kanzaki. A moment that culminates in her passing out in the snow...

This wide panel especially got me. Contrasting the cluttered panels of the flashback before it, as it slowly shows snowfall, the sudden emptiness of it with Urumi’s body being the only thing there made page-turner feel like an understatement.

The climatic chapters have our teacher and the vice-principal giving chase up to the ski dome where she is and the students at the school creating an online hacker war to unlock the website. The vice-principal is clinging, tackling, begging Onizuka to help him save his job. And when the guy essentially throws Urumi out as a statistic, Onizuka rightfully puts him in his place.

I didn’t mention the vice-principal’s sideplot cuz I didn’t want this to be too long. I’ll just say he’s a well meaning yet ugly motherfucker and this moment here is definitely a good turning point for his character. This is also a great moment where Onizuka is legitimately angry at somebody and it just has the fist pumping feeling where you’re on his side 100%. Back to the main point, he finds Urumi in the distance and the students finally get the website unlocked. And after all this time, Urumi only planned to post a single image... of her and Miyabi as kids.

“She was only ever going to post this one. No matter what Miyabi did to her... in her heart... Urumi believes that they’re still friends and always will be.“

Miyabi overhears this in the hospital and while there are some loose ends to be handled in the later chapters, I'm honestly glad with the pervy yet relieving ending we get where Urumi wakes to find that Onizuka and a tag along student came to save her, happy that her favorite teacher went through all that trouble just for her.

One of the core themes of GTO has always been ‘Responsibility’. For Onizuka, where he lacks in actual academics, his strength is in helping people, students or adults, own up to the troubles they bear deep down, think better or remind themselves that there can always be a better path to take than the one they’re on. This is with the fact that Onizuka does not stop until his job is taken care of regardless of what gets in his way. This is where GTO shines for me. Be it a race against time or having to deal with persistent antagonists, Fujisawa knows how to make every chapter well paced to where you can feel genuinely concerned with what happens next yet never feels like each is getting stretched thin with padding. It can get text heavy sometimes, but he makes sure every arc reaches the most satisfying conclusions, open ended or otherwise, and he makes sure Onizuka does not rest or die until a lesson has been learned. For Kanzaki, like the one before, it’s about not letting the past have a chokehold on your life and it was pretty heartfelt to know that while Urumi had the right to get revenge on Miyabi, she doesn’t and she was willing to die knowing that memorial pain of hers would never go away. And when Onizuka saves her, it was that second chance to learn that while the past can hurt, she doesn’t have to cause trouble to know she doesn’t have to suffer alone with her memories, garnering a even better respect for Onizuka. 

As for this arc, I will admit that it isn’t the greatest arc in the entire original series, I’m saving that for another day, but it’s one of my favorite because getting to know Kanzaki, I felt really concerned for her. Near death experiences isn’t uncommon in this series, but this is one of the few times where the tension of rescuing her and seeing Onizuka furiously riding his motorcycle actually sat with me. It made me truly respect this series with how dark it can get without ever going on melodramatic. Like its main character, it always see to be real with its readers and this arc honestly put set the stakes and only went better from there. Like it’s main character, the story puts the pedal to the medal and just gives ya the most driving ride of your life.

It was the best

[broodingswan]

HOW THE MUN RUNS THEIR BLOG .

SPEED.

I’m honestly pretty slow, I can be on here all day and still only get a handful of replies done LOL, I’m also just lacking energy lately and my brain is all over the place, I never know what’s going ON and I can never estimate how fast I’ll be since I have no fuckin clue how I’m gonna feel in any moment in time fdksfsdklfj free time /=/ higher activity it jus Doesn’t

REPLIES.

I try to do my replies in order, so the person who replied 3 days ago gets precedent over the one who replied an hour ago, but honestly sometimes I get stumped on a reply and skip over it to the next one, also I try to reply to starters written for me first so I can plug em into my tracker, otherwise I Will Forget.

I mostly try to match the style of the person I’m writing with, I rly enjoy making icons and I live for the Aesthetique but if u don’t use icons that’s FINE and easier for me since icon making is slow going and I only have a handful for each muse that I rly like. 

I often find that matching length comes pretty naturally for me, Idon’t rly have to try very hard, I tend to run maybe a little shorter sometimes but not by much, and I haven’t really had the experience of someone replying way shorter than me but I’m sure my replies would turn equally as short to match.

STARTERS.

I’ve currently posted a few starter calls that have been pretty successful, I have no opens yet but this blog is still under construction and I plan to eventually make some for each muse and add a link to them on my muses page. 

INBOX.

Open to anyone, I wouldn’t mind anons, and I consider any meme a starter and fair game to be turned into a thread! I don’t like to admit it but asks usually take precedent over replies JUST because I have a weird thing abt asks where the longer it sits there the more stressed out I get and it makes me not even wanna log back in idk so I try to clear them out asap!

SELECTIVITY.

I’ve found that I’ve gotten a Lil more selective as I’ve been on this blog more, idk I’m just trying to be a lil more careful abt who I follow but I’m not too picky and there aren’t specific Things I look for it’s just a matter of if you seem nice and your character is one I could see mine interacting with. Some of my muses are MUCH more selective than others when it comes to crossovers, for example, Astoria I would throw literally anywhere, Harry, on the other hand... I find it very hard putting him anywhere I don’t know really well. Draco is almost impossible cuz he’s such a fuckin wiz.

WISHLIST.

You know..... I really don’t really have one yet? It’s weird to think that I started doing this like 4 months ago.... right now I mostly just have certain ships I really like, anything drarry is a permanent wish, and like I don’t care who u r if you’re a draco or a harry and u wanna go let’s GO. Also kinda wanna rp with a Harry as Scorpius and just have them discover that they rly like each other IDK that���d be cool maybs

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[flowerpowell]

Forbidden Reading (Chris x MC)

Author’s note: I did change quite a few details from the original story, The Freshman, so it would fit better with the character of MC. Hope you’ll enjoy this anyway!

All rights go to Pixelberry, I don’t own them.

Rating: Normal, fluffy

Tagging (perma + Chris tag): @kickbuttbookworm @damienazariostan @gardeningourmet @littlegreenmoo @jellybean-marshmellow @syltti78 @jared2612 @choicesgallery @flynnomalleys ♥

Exhausted after a long day full of editing her articles, writing a few subchapters to her senior thesis, and helping Zack with another of his existential crises, Amy is finally home. 

Surprisingly, it was rather quiet out there, usually Chris would sweep her in his arm and they would start talking about their days. Slowly, she takes off her coat and tiptoes to their bedroom, where the light is on. She finds her boyfriend completely lost in something he was reading. 

“Whatcha doing?” Amy asks trying to peek at Chris’s book. He is startled by her voice but grins when he turns to see her. 

“Just reading your porn.” 

Amy chokes at his words, “My what?!” 

Chris stands up and waves at her with something she begins to recognize. “Oh my gosh, Chris! That’s not porn, that’s my diary!” she chuckles while trying to take her diary back from Chris’s hands. 

He escapes her and starts reading the last sentence with his deep voice, “It was the most amazing night I ever had. Chris is the most amazing lover I ever had. Especially when he did that thing with his--” 

“CHRIS!!” 

Amy tries to catch him but he is running away from her, laughing. 

“It gets better later on, just listen.” 

“Stop it, ugh, you’re so annoying, give that back!” 

They start running in cirles around their kitchen table, Amy throwing leftover popcorn from the night before at Chris. 

“I’m not giving you this back, this boosts my ego!” Chris yells as he jumps on the kitchen counter. 

“Oh this is good, I love Chris’s abs, O-M-G, they are so hard and I absolutely love touching them whenever I can.” 

“Christopher Powell, come down for the love of your mother, sister, and brother, and gimme my diary back!” Amy sees that her orders don’t make any difference and Chris is unlikely to stop reading her precious journal. 

“Chris, baby, please, it’s personal,” she makes a sad face, pretending to be deeply hurt. Chris jumps back on the floor as he carefully approaches his girlfriend. He gently puts one arm around her tiny waist and whispers to her ear, “You gave a permission to read it, remember? But if you really don’t want me to read it, I won’t.” She looks up and bites her lip slightly. “I just wanted to learn more about you, but here,” he gives her the diary back, “take it, I’m sorry.” Chris hugs her tightly and a relieved sigh escapes her. 

When they pull away, she’s smiling mischievously. “You know, maybe you reading out loud about our first time wasn’t my cup of tea, what do you say we read some other, less intimate parts, huh?” Chris grins at her pulling her into another hug, “I’d like that. Although not gonna lie, I would like to read what you thought about our first time too.” Amy blushes and Chris kisses her cheeks. “Maybe next time, tonight let’s keep it PG-13, okay?” He nods, “Of course.” 

Chris takes her hand and leads them to the bedroom, where they both settle on the bed. “So where should we start?” Chris thinks for a moment. “What about the day we met?” Amy flips through the pages and finds the date. “Here we go.”

Dear diary,

Today is my first day at Hartfeld and even though I haven’t started my classes yet, it was pretty eventful. I met my roomates, I played a weird day called “Truth or truth” and decorated my room. They all seem pretty nice, Zack is so far my favorite, he told me everything from the start, about his crush on Brandon, about Abbie and Tyler (our roomates) and he even asked me to help to set them up! Now that’s something I like! Kaitlyn is pretty awesome too, a little too wild for my introverted mind, but I liked her. And I also met Chris, another roomate... He was the first one to meet actually. I bumped into him on the campus. He even got down on one knee to apologize to me for that but some guy thought he was proposing! OMG that was so funny and weird. He has those pretty blue eyes and I wish I could stare at them for the rest of my life. He is so freaking handsome I can’t even deal with it. I had no such boys at highschool. But then this girl came, spilled her coffee on me (lol?) and claimed he was her future boyfriend and I’m confused now. During the game he said he didn’t want to start a new relationship, which broke my heart a little but maybe I’ll be able to convice him otherwise someday. Anyways, I think I have a new crush now and he’s living with ME so that’s awesome. I really hope I won’t screw that up! Although to be 100% honest he did seem a little bit into me as well...

“A little bit?” Chris laughs, “I was already head over heels in love with you! I was just afraid of jumping in another relationship.” He strokes her red cheeks. She looks at him, narrowing her eyes, “So you say you fell in love with me right at the moment we met?” 

“Well, I definitely felt something for you, then we started talking and living together and I just kinda fell in love” Chris plays with his T-shirt to hide his cheeks blushing. Amy chuckles, “I wish you wrote your diary, that would be fun to read!” He rolls his eyes, “I don’t think so. Now, go on, read the part about our first kiss.” 

Amy flips through the pages again. “It didn’t happen that night even though I had a feeling you wanted to kiss me at some point.” He smiles at her, “I actually kind of wanted you to invite me to your room but holding you worked pretty nice too.” He kisses her and after a few moments she pulls away. “I would never! We only met that day and I wasn’t that drunk!” She laughs as her boyfriend joins her. “I know, I know, you were just messing with my mind, you still do,” he winks at her and she rolls her eyes. “Okay Powell, first kiss is coming.”

Dear Diary,

I KISSED CHRIS TODAY! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!! It all happened at the sorority party that I obviously wasn’t invited for because Becca is a real bitch and she thinks Chris belongs to her but HE KISSED ME! Ha! Anyways, he was with Becca alllll the time and I wanted to talk to him but Becca said I had to win the time with him (like seriously, who does she think she is?) so I DID and we went out, and started arguing a little because I just really thought Becca had a bad influence on him so he got defensive and said he actually admired Becca cuz she knew what she wanted and he was confused andddd I asked him what could I do to give him that clarity and he started stumbling anddddddddddd WE KISSED!!!! I leaned towards him, but just a little, and we touched each other’s lips and he pulled me closer (!!!!!) and I literally felt like all the electricity in Hartfeld went through my body and back! And afterwards, he said it actually MEANT something and that we have a connection andddddddddddd HE KISSED ME AGAIN, but this time HE.FREAKING.PRESSED.ME.AGAINST.THE.WALL!!!!!!!!!!!! And then he kissed my neck and I was just praying it would never end. I am officially so in love with Christopher Powell it hurts. And you know what? It did hurt, when he told me after everything, that he still isn’t ready for a new relationship and he DOESN’T want to be in one now and that he’s sorry and I deserve someone much better...Why can’t he see he’s already the best? Then, he left with Becca and I just couldn’t get back to that stupid party. And here I am, in my room, crying, because I got to kiss my crush and I felt like the happiest person on Earth just to feel super heartbroken next minute. Oh, why is everything so hard?

“I’m so sorry for what I said that night, I didn’t think clearly, I thought I was doing the right thing.” Chris saddens as he realizes how much he hurt that one person he never wanted to hurt. She smiles weakly at him, “It’s okay, after all, we’re together now, that’s what matters the most.” 

Chris kisses her lightly and she deepens it till they both pull away, breathless. He looks up to her, grinning, “So you liked it when I kissed your neck and pressed you against the wall, huh?” Amy chuckles, “I definitely enjoyed that.” “Should be doing that more often, noted,” Chris smiles at her so widely she help but laugh. His face falls again after a minute. “Seriously Amy, I am really sorry for that. Not only for what I said but also for what I did. Being with Becca just to be able to be away from you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done and--” Amy silences him with yet another kiss. 

When she pulls away the sadness is gone from his eyes. “Let’s just move to something more...pleasant. Maybe our first time?” Chris offers, suggestively raising his eyebrows. She shoves him with her diary, giggling as he tries to tickle her. 

“Come on, I wanna know all the details!” He asks again as she’s trying to get out of bed and his embrace. 

“Not a chance Powell, some...things...are not meant...for you..ahh” Amy speaks in broken sentences while her boyfriend tickles her more. “I’m not gonna stop until you give me at least a sneak peek!” He threatens. “What if...instead...I read....ahhh stop it....the story of....when we said....I love you for the...first time?” She tries to bargain and Chris stops to think about the offer. “Hm, I might be intrested in that too. For now,” he adds winking at her. “Ugh, you’re incorrigible” she sighs but he catches her smile when she looks for that certain page in her diary. 

“Um, so here it is, but please don’t laugh, I just got very emotional about this one.” He raised an eyebrow, “More excited than the first kiss? Man, I can’t imagine how you described the first time we slept together.” 

“It’s not gonna happen Chris,” she teases, “not tonight anyway.” Amy finds the date and sighs. “That was during the boat dance, right after--” 

“Right after we had sex” Chris grins at her. 

“Look at you so thirsty for compliments!” Amy laughs. 

“I need validation that’s all. I just want to know how I make you feel,” he admits and she blushes. “I think you know.” He wants to add something but she cuts him off. “Back to the dance, right to the moment after,” Amy hears Chris’s groan, “after we hooked up.”

Dear Diary,

Today, “blablabla” Amy looks for the moment of their little confession after writing so much about that particular day. “Aha! There it is!”

As if that wasn’t enough, right after we did it, I was lying on his chest and he was playing with my hair. And then he suddently spoke my name and I was afraid he wanted to get back to that party, and I was soooo not ready and still sweaty, but he just looked me in the eyes and started with “Amy, I..” And I was already overthinking every single thing he could say so I asked (casually, not trying to freak out or anything) what did he want and then HE. SAID. THAT. He said “I LOVE YOU” he actually said these three words first!! He said he loved me from the bottom of his heart and I never felt happier. And he actually said that he felt the happiest with me! He thanked me for my encouragement and support and believing in him, and honestly I was nearly crying, I mean he’s such a wonderful person and I am so so so lucky to be his girlfriend. And then he went on with these compliments and I just couldn’t hold it anymore and I said I loved him back!! And OMG, if you could only see the smile on his face when I said that. And the relief on mine! I’ve been wanting to say that for so long! And he admitted he thought about it for a while too! I was so happy I started chanting “I love you” to Chris until he interrupted me with the softest kiss ever. After a few more minutes we headed back to the party but...I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And diary, I do love him. I love him so much I could explode (and not because I ate so much)! I love Chris Powell, I love Chris Powell, I love Chris Powell--

“I love you Chris Powell,” Amy finishes looking into Chris’s eyes. He smiles at her softly as he caresses her cheek. He presses a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“I love you so much Amy. I hope one day you’ll be able to write there about our wedding day.” She returns the smile as the familiar warmth overwhelms her body.

“I’d very much like that.”

[actionjaxkol]

Crystal #?? - Interview with Jaxkol

“Alright, Interview... whatever number this is. Trixie Spinwhistle with the Gift of Gob --”

“Wait -- wait so how does this work?”

“I ask you questions and you answer ‘em, babe. S’not rocket surgery.”

“Oh. So what is --”

“Don’t hurt yourself, kid, save the brainpower for the answers.”

BASICS

► Name ➔   “Jaxkol Dawnsedge. Previously Shadowriot. Previously-Previously Shadowfel” ► Are you single ➔ “Nope! Some beautiful weirdo had a terrible lapse in judgement that I am not letting them weasel out of.” ► Are you happy ➔   “I actually don’t remember being this happy before. It’s... nice.” ► Are you angry ➔  “Weirdly, I get angry easier than I used to. Only when people are treating others unfairly though.” ► Are your parents still married ➔   “As far as I know. They’re Nobles, ‘divorce’ isn’t a thing they do. I think my mom has a consort though.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Silvermoon City” ► Hair Color ➔ “White blond naturally, the illusion makes it grey-black.” ► Eye Color ➔ “Green naturally, blue with illusion. Sometimes I wonder what color they’d be if they didn’t glow. I’m kinda jealous of humans and dwarves and stuff, their eyes can be all different colors.” “Focus, kid.” ► Birthday ➔ “May nineteenth.” ► Mood ➔ “Restless, anxious, eager but shy. Lonely, but the temporary type. At odds with myself” ► Gender ➔ “I’m a guy, but I’m also an elf and on the small side, so I get mistaken for a girl like, once an month. Not as much in Stormwind though, but it’s happened. It’s amusing.” ► Summer or winter ➔ “I dunno. Living on the streets, both suck, but it was easier to cool down than it was to warm up when you’re skinny. I have a home now, so I’m curious to see what winters are like. ...and now I’m thinking of Pryn as a snow bunny. Yeah I definitely want to see Winter.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoons. That’s when everyone is starting to wind down and relax. But lately I’ve had to get up super early for Argent training and watching the sun rise over the harbor is just... spiritual or somethin’.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “I keep... trying to tell myself ‘no’, that I’m being stupid but... yes. I absolutely am.” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “So, it kinda works opposite for me. If I fancy someone right off the bat, it’s gonna end bad. If my first thought is like ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’ then we’ll probably be friends forever. Or mortal enemies. Like, Noah and I fought when we first met, but we were friends until.... Anyhow. Jiang and I hit it off immediately, but fucker was married. I hated Vyn when we first met, but... I trust him with my life now, he’s my brother. Totegar I was smitten with from the start and he.. Yeah. Let’s not talk about him. I didn’t know what to make of Pryn at first, I thought she was my exact opposite and that we’d be at odds but she’s my best friend. Oh shit, and Izzy! I was fucking scared shitless of him when we met and now he’s my baby brother!” “Yes or no would’a sufficed, kid.” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “Totegar was afraid to come to terms with being gay, so he kinda settled for me. I was safe and harmless and non-threatening. When he figured out that sleeping with another guy wouldn’t bring about the next Cataclysm, he dropped me like a bad habit and went after someone better. Like. The very next morning. ...It’s whatever.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  “I wanna say ‘no’ but, I mean, maybe? I know I really hurt Jiang’s wife, Yue, when I told her but... I didn’t know so I couldn’t stop it. I might have broken Red’s heart by telling him no. Over and over and over again. And probably a few more times to come...” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “I’m not afraid to throw myself body and (what’s left of my) soul into things, but I’m terrified that I’m going to let people down...” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Yeah! I used to be really afraid of contact, anytime anyone touched me it was ya know. Never for good stuff. Vyn started making a point to hug and touch me just in a friendly way. And then I get to the Keg and people aren’t afraid to hug me and it’s.. Nice.” “Man, you are a talker...” “Sorry...” “Nah, this is good.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I don’t... think so? I’m just amazed I have not-secret admirers.” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Yeah... a lot. Like... daily. Wait is that not normal?” “...No, kid.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Love. I mean, I think you need some lust in a relationship, but you need that love first. Otherwise it’s just... meaningless.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “So my sister Jaelys used to have a cat, and she loved that damn thing. In Silvermoon, cats are everywhere, right? But this one used to like, ride on her shoulder and sleep in her lap while she studied. She even got it this pretty collar and like... we didn’t have spending money so I don’t know how she got it. Anyhow, my brother I guess didn’t like it as much, cuz when he was rising into the Fel arts, he used the cat for a ritual. I’ve never seen my sister cry, but... I did see something die in her eyes when he brought her the little body...” “...Kid?” “...Hmm? Oh! ...Dogs. I like dogs.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “I get... really attached to people fast. Like, if I’m going to get close to someone at all, I’m in for everything. So... probably a few best friends. But I’m friends with everyone until they give me a reason not to be! Hey, like a dog I guess!” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “It’s hard to say. I really like going out and getting that energy out, but being alone with someone special, just... watching them do those little, meaningless, private things that make up their secret world... It’s so beautiful I never want to leave it.” ► Day or night ➔ “Day is hot and involves a lot of running. Night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Growing up it never crossed my mind to disobey. If had to leave the apartment for any reason, I got permission from either Mother, or Father or failing that one of my two eldest siblings. Jaelys and I always had to have escorts. When I was living with Vyn for a while, I’d sneak out if... my brain started eating itself, I guess. He always found me though. So. Yes?” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Yeah my feet and I don’t always communicate correctly. I’ve tripped over my own shadow.” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yes... But it’s this weird, beautiful pain. I like being close to her because when she’s not there, I can’t believe that I have someone so amazing in my life. If I told her that she’s just call me stupid and whack me with her tail though.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ “...yes... I have disappeared a few times. I can’t... seem to make it stick though. I guess for the best.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “I like a smile that takes up the entire face. I mean the kind that makes the eyes bright like the stars. I like it when the mouth and the eyes agree with eachother. Izzy has an amazing smile that just lights up everything. Vyn’s is strong, protective, kinda like Ash’s. Jiira’s has secrets. Pryn’s has light that like... changes colors. Vali’s is hard and cold, but there’s fire beneath it. Drex’s is mischief. Kae is fire, white hot or smouldering embers, rarely anything in between. Aida... Aida is made of chocolate and cheesecake and -- oh shit chocolate cheesecake that’s a great idea.” “What about mine?” “...Sharp. Your smile is a blade and your eyes cut through people...” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “I got a thing for people bigger than me. Which I guess isn’t hard.” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “Humor. I’m not smart, so everyone is more intelligent than me. And I don’t.. really get attracted to people’s outside the same way other people do I guess. I don’t go ‘DAMN that dude has a nice ass, I must pursue him’ it’s more like... ‘your personality is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, I need to see every angle of it, good or bad’. Fuck, I would probably fall for a blighted murlock if we got along well enough.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “I’ve done the hookup thing, it doesn’t... it just... makes that void worse. Like drinking saltwater.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “No.” “...what that’s it? Kid you’ve rambled on ‘cat versus dog’ and that’s all I get?” “I... failed. I’ll pay for it when my luck runs out, but.. No. Three sisters, two brothers, and my parents - no we don’t get along.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “I really don’t think so, but I’ve been told otherwise. I think everyone goes through their awful shit, just cuz mine is more colorfully explosive, doesn’t mean it’s any more messed up than anyone elses’.” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Not before the Incident, and after that, I didn’t exactly have a home to run away from. I ran away from Vyn when I was supposed to be staying with him and got overwhelmed, but I don’t think that’s the same thing.” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Yeah.” “...is that all you’re gonna say on that?” “Yeah.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “What?? No that’s fucked up. We might not get along, but I don’t hate anyone.” ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “I mean, some are better or closer than others, but I think everyone is exactly how they need to be.” ► Who is your best friend ➔ “Ah shit, hard question. I don’t have just one ‘best’ friend, they’re all amazing in their own ways. Sera is pretty awesome, I love Izzy. Kae is amazing and strong and I envy her. Pryn knows me probably better than Vyn at this point. Aida is adorable...I can’t... really answer this. Though now I’m curious if I’m anyone’s best friend.” ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Pryn or Vynlluthein.”

(Art by @attractive-zombies Big ole stack of art here. )

Tagging: @attractive-zombies @wests-wow-gang @rouilleandcompany @lemmeaxeyousomething

[davidelizabethbowiestrider]

A background on how Diego came to Auradon would be nice... maybe via a wish?

“One wish. Any wish in the entire world, what would it be?” The group seated around the cafeteria table exchanged a look at Jane’s question, taking a moment to think on it before Mal perked up, grinning widely as she tapped her fork on the table.

“A mountain of chocolate covered strawberries. That’s my wish, right there.” Ben chuckled, sliding a small bowl of said strawberries towards the purple haired girl, and Mal beamed as she picked one up. Evie shifted in her seat, smiling at Jane as she thought on the question before responding.

“I would probably wish for a magical sewing machine that didn’t have to have it’s thread changed. It was just always the right type and colour no matter what!” Beside her, Jay snorted, and Lonnie raised a brow as she looked at him.

“Alright, Mr. Hotshot, what would you wish for?” Jay leant forward slightly, as though his wish was a huge secret, grinning widely as he spoke.

“To be able to do Tourney and Swords and Shields instead of classes. Duh.” Lonnie rolled her eyes, and Jane cleared her throat to gain their attention.

“I’d wish that I was cooler.” She stated in a small voice, causing everyone to assure her she was cool on her own. Doug wrapped an arm around Evie’s waist, grinning widely as he gazed at her with a love struck look on his face.

“I’ve already got everything I could wish for.” Beside him, Lonnie made a gagging noise, and he shot her a look. “Well what would you wish for, Lonnie?” Lonnie hummed, tapping her fingers on the table top as she thought a moment before letting out a cackle.

“I’d wish for something ridiculous, like Fairy Godmother breakdancing in the middle of the cafeteria or something. Ben?” Ben raised a brow, glancing up from where he had been slowly feeding Mal strawberries to consider the question.

“I’d wish for all world conflicts to be dealt with via laser tag.” Jay reached out for a high five, and Ben grinned before noticing that Carlos hadn’t stated what he’d wish. “Carlos? What would you wish for?” The table fell silent for a moment, all eyes on the youngest boy as he stared at the table top for a long moment, contemplating. After a few minutes, he looked up, his eyes fixed on Ben as he spoke his wish, words almost too quiet to hear over the din of student’s around them.

“I’d wish for my cousin to be brought over from the Isle even though he’s eighteen now.” Silence fell over the table, no one quite sure what to say, and Carlos pushed his half eaten tray away, excusing himself from the table to go to his dorm. The group exchanged a look, and Ben frowned as Mal leant towards him with a sad look.

“He’s sort of right, Diego and the Bad Apples are too old to be brought over for school but they shouldn’t be left on the Isle either, Ben. They’re good people…and it would do wonders for Carlos to see that his cousin’s safe. He’s been worrying about it ever since Cruella and the others went missing.” Ben frowned at Mal’s words, thinking over the list of kids Evie and Mal had put together for him the month before. None of the kids had been older than 17-still young enough to attend at least their final year at Auradon Prep. He hadn’t even considered the young adults on the Isle; too young to be truely evil like their parents, but too old to be brought over with the younger kids.

“How many kids are there Diego’s age?” 18 was old enough, in Auradon, to do a lot of things. To start college or university, to have a full time job if you weren’t a sovereign of your land, to rent an apartment. He hadn’t considered the fact that 18 was also young enough to show the way of good, to being brought to Auradon for a better life.

“Diego, Aren, Edith and Eli are all 18. Harry’s sister Harriet is nineteen I think, she graduated Serpent Prep before we left the Isle. Gil’s brothers have to be nineteen now too I think?” Mal glanced at Jay for confirmation, and the ex-thief nodded before pointing his fork at her.

“Yeah but I think they’re beyond saving after what they’ve done over the years.” The Islers at the table fell silent for a moment before Mal cleared her throat, turning her attention back to Ben.

“That’s pretty much it though. They were the first wave of kids, mostly villains who were pregnant when the Isle was created and stuff.” Ben nodded, leaning back in his seat as he contemplated the information. There had to be something he could do for the older kids. They couldn’t attend school, but…

“I’ve got it!” Dropping his napkin onto the table he pushed his seat out, beaming before leaning to kiss Mal excitedly. Mal raised a brow, and Ben’s grin widened as he waved her look off. “I have to call a council meeting. I’ll see you after Tourney practice Mal!” With that he took off, leaving the table slightly baffled.

“Well alright then.” Mal snorted, pulling her bowl of strawberries closer with a grin.

-=-=-

“Carlos? Are you in here?” Ben’s voice barely gave Carlos warning before the king was pushing open the door to his dorm, the younger teen scowling as he crossed his arms over his chest where he sat at his desk.

“Benjamin Florian what have we talked about barging into bedrooms?” Ben had the sense to look sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck, scuffing his shoe as he offered Carlos a nervous smile.

“Knocking isnt a precursor to opening the door, it’s to ask for an invitation in. But I have something really important I need your opinion on. I found something roaming the school grounds and I’m not sure what I should do with it. Please?” Carlos tilted his head slightly, curiosity roused as he neatly closed and piled his notebooks to the side of his desk, tidying his work space before standing up.

“Alright, I’m coming. But stop just opening our door please. What if Jay was in here masturbating?” Ben flushed slightly and Carlos chuckled before moving toward the door.

“I would apologize profusely if that happened. Besides, we both know he masturbates in the bathroom in the middle of the night, not in the middle of your shared dorm during Swords and Shields practice, Carlos, honestly.” The two shared an amused grin, and Ben gestured for Carlos to follow him down the hall. “I wasn’t sure the safest place to leave it so I brought it to one of the empty doem rooms for now. I figure if anyone knows what to do with strays its you.” Carlos hummed, wondering if Ben had found a stray dog in the quad.

“Well, I’d have a better idea what to do with this mysterious creature if I knew what it was, Ben.” He teased, and Ben chuckled as they came to a stop outside of the empty room between Chad’s room and the one Doug shared with another student.

“Nah you’ll see it in a second, go on in. I’m pretty sure he won’t bite.” Carlos rolled his eyes at Ben’s secrecy, pushing the door open carefully so whatever animal Ben had picked up wouldn’t be startled and bolt for the door.

“I don’t know why you keep bringing me strays, you know Fairy Godmother won’t let me keep th-“ Carlos’ words cut off as his eyes landed on the tall, slim teen standing near the bed; taking a moment to take in the quirked smile and familiar dusting of freckles over tanned skin, the black and white mohawk that the other teen had spent years of their childhood working on. “Diego.” The name was almost whispered as the older teen grinned at his cousin, opening his arms wide.

“Hey, lil’ cuz.” Ben barely had time to step into the room before Carlos was across it, throwing himself into his cousin’s arms with a half laugh, half sob. “Hey, it’s good to see you too man. No need to cry, I’m here now.” Ben leant against the doorframe, watching the reunited relatives for a moment before clearing his throat, Carlos turning to look at him without letting go of Diego as though the older deVil would vanish as soon as he let go.

“I was thinking we could keep this one, actually. I hear he’s even house broken.” Carlos snorted as Diego huffed, turning to press his face into Diego’s chest as he squeezed his arms, laughing.

“You’ve heard wrong, he sorely needs obedience training. He bites and plays dirty when you’re wrestling. Evil’s sake D, how are you still so much taller than me, I’ve grown a whole two inches in Auradon!” Diego chuckled, rubbing his cousin’s back as he glanced at Ben.

“Well first of all I take offense to that obedience training comment- I’m totally house broken, don’t let Carlos tell you otherwise your majesty. Secondly, eight months isnt enough time to kill the foot I have on you, dream on C. Are you gunna let go?” Carlos shook his head, murmuring something into Diego’s shirt and causing the boy to frown. “Wanna repeat that without the mouthful of shirt?” Carlos pulled away a fraction, his eyes focused on a rust coloured stain on the collar of his cousin’s shirt.

“If I let go you might disappear just like you do when I dream you come to Auradon.” Diego’s eyes widened, and in the doorway Ben’s expression softened as he moved towards them, placing a hand on Carlos’ back.

“He’s not going anywheres, Carlos, I promise. I started a work program for the older kids on the Isle- as long as Diego shows up for work at Lumiere’s and stays out of trouble, he’s here to stay.” Carlos turned to look at Ben, eyes wide as he gave the king a warm smile.

“Thank you, Ben. I can’t imagine the council was very happy with that decision…” Ben shrugged, letting his hand drop away as he took a small step back, giving the cousin’s some space.

“They weren’t as opposed to the idea as I thought they’d be, actually. We brought over all of the Bad Apples and Harriet Hook, though we decided against offering the opportunity to Gaston Junior and Gaston the Third.” Carlos nodded, and Ben grinned at the two, nodding towards the door. “I’m going to dinner with Mal, so I’ll leave the two of you to catch up. Diego, if you need anything at all please let me know, and remember your first shift is in two days at seven am. “ Diego gave a half salute as Carlos dragged him to sit on the bed, and Ben stepped out into the hallway, grinning to himself as he closed the dorm room door.

“I did a good thing. “ his grin widened, and he started off towards the girls dorm, whistling contently.

[lady-nevermore]

Dear Wolf....Tbh, our friendship was doomed from the start.

Disclaimer: The people whom I’ll be writing these letters to will remain anonymous for obvious reasons, nor will I actually be sending (or wanting for them to read) these so-called letters (hence why I’m calling/tagging these as “Letters to No One

Dear L*** (Codename: Wolf - Cause you told me how much you loved, and how your fave animal are wolves).

Dear Wolf,

*sighs* ....I don’t even know where the fuck to begin tbh. :/

The beginning seems like the best place to start I guess; It was year the 2007, during our 6th period English Class, of our freshmen year of highschool. First couple days of class, and your were sitting behind my desk, I remember cause you kept obnoxiously, and deliberately shaking my desk so damn violently just to annoy the fuck out of me (i kept asking you politely to stop, like multiple times, but you persisted anyways); till it made me snap and i raised my voice, telling you to STOP!.....Don’t think it worked tho, cause I remember asking our English Teacher (Ms. H) if I could change seats, and she allowed it. -___-;

It wasn’t until later on in our freshmen year, that you realized I liked anime (most importantly to you: Inuyasha and Naruto); I’m not sure, if this was what got you to stop acting like such a dick towards me, but it was between this revelation that i loved anime, and the fact that at the time, I had befriended your Best Friend/Your Brother by a different Mother (as you preferred to call it) aka Cisco-Kid, that our friendship actually stood a chance of being possible.

That’s when we really started to bond,over naruto, over inuyasha, anime, etc. Hell, we used to butt heads from time to time, cause you’d argue that Naruto was better than YYH, and we’d debate (back then,  i was a cringey snobby, 90′s anime elitist, praising YYH above all else, thank god I’ve become more humble, liberal and open-minded on most things in life as a young adult, or else I wouldn’t be able to stand myself)....but we really started to get close during our sophomore year when I told you (you were the only person I ever told in those days) of how my Aunt C emotionally abused me, and you told me how you also suffered from abusement when you were young....that brought us closer together, you were prob the only person I ever allowed myself to get that emotionally close to. We also bonded over the fact that your former Best-Friend, let’s call her Karate-Girl, cause she used to love taking karate/self-defense lessons, ended up drifting apart from you and ended up being best friends with my former Best-friend (let’s call her Greenbean), cuz we too drifted apart from each other......in a way, we found solace in our mutual sense of loneliness together, and our friendship grew from there. Hell, we even talked a lot about our dream, especially when we used walk together after school, I remember cause you used to tell me how much you wanted to be a doctor or nurse. 

But yeah, we had good times as well with, me, you and cisco-kid, we’d always hang out go to starbucks and just talk about anything and everything both in real life and on the phone or through AIM, or just going to your house to play video games: like sing-star, hanging out at the mall, introducing me to sushi and making it a routine eating at Yo Sushi’s, We’d fangirl/fanboy over anime, studio ghibli films, anime, etc. Hell, during my 18th birthday, I ended up purchasing a replica of Kenshin’s Reverse Blade Sword (but it wasn't sharp, both sides were dull), and I remember how we’d fangirl/fanboy over it (but you especially had a gleam in your eyes when ever you held it and swung it around with one arm) and how’d you’d scoff at me for choosing to hang it on my wall.....cause you said it was pointless if you didn't use it.....and I was all like well it’s a replica, it just for decoration, it’s not meant to be used in real battle because it’s not in fact an actual real katana, plus kenshin’s way of life was to not show off and use his sword to hurt others, but rather as a last resort to protect the ones he loves....But yeah, after that we’d ended up often going to go eat Sushi at either Davis or San Francisco, which was always fun during the summer school breaks. Yup, them were good times indeed. ^-^

Then things got complicated, after i had broken up with Vegas-boy, you asked me why, I told you to keep this to yourself, and said: that I just didn't feel a connection with him, even after 6 months of us dating.....and the very next days, you told me upfront that the Bro before hoes aka the bro code was too important and that you told Vegas-boy what i told you to keep to yourself (that was when I truly felt a sense of betrayal from you....because yeah okay sure, i get that you value that stupid bro-code above all else, but what about our fucking code of friendship? Did our friendship mean soo little to you that you’d go and disregard my wishes to keep that to yourself (no matter how benign it as). I knew from that moment on, that I could no longer trust you to keep a secret, that’s for sure. :/

Later, on as time went by our playful banter back and forth turned into a slight sense of flirting, hell you almost even teasingly kissed me lightly on the corner of my mouth, almost, but then a few days later you told me how much of a bad idea it was for friends to date each other, because it would endanger or risk destroying said friendship (I thought that was ludicrous, because I would still be open-minded enough to remain friends with someone even if said relationship didn’t work out or if our feelings for each other weren’t mutual.....plus I think the concept of falling in love with a close friend, is such a beautiful thing)......But nonetheless i immediately backed off with the flirting, and so did you and we remained friends....hell I never even got the chance to tell you that i had feelings for you, mostly cause I was too afraid to get rejected, especially when you told me that it was a bad idea and too risky dating your friends, and all that nonsense (and I’m not gonna lie but it hurt seeing you date someone else for a bit....I got over it tho, and quickly cuz during my junior year I started crushing really like really hard on this girl, let’s call her Lady-Piña , but that’s a story for another time, i’m afraid). lol ^^;

As time went by, I remember how often you used to ask to borrow my cell-phone (a flip-phone in that day and age), cause you didn’t have one and you needed to text someone, and you used to say how important this was).....And I reluctantly agreed to let you borrow it (you said it was important, and my immediate thoughts were that you were using it to text your family members or something).....It never occurred to me that you were using for other means.....And see, this is what really started to piss me off about you (hell thinking back it still fucking pisses me off). You would borrow my cell-phone, and text (using my name mind you, and never telling others that it was you who was actually texting them) and you would emotionally manipulate anyone (most of our mutual friends, especially, in regards towards Karate-girl) that you texted or just talked shit to, in my name, using my name as your shield (and most of these text conversations were about defending your name in things, I remember cause during one of my classes, a couple of my good friends kept giving me the stink eye (and I was confused at fuck), hell one of them out right asked me upfront, What the hell was wrong with me and how could i emotionally mess one of our mutual friends like that....we cleared the air once she realized that I had let you borrow my cell-phone (I remember cause she said it was unheard of and just plain odd that I’d act like that, even if it was through text....I responded/and agreed with her with a “yeah, i know me too”.....Like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WOLF? >:(

^Who the fuck would do something soo damn shitty, petty and manipulative like that, and constantly, mind you?!?! >_<

I mean sure, we were teens, we were stupid and immature and all that junk, but dammit, it wasn’t the fact that you used my name to talk shit to people (i mean like a part of it is) but it was more over the fact that you fucking emotionally messed with some of my friends, especially Karate-Girl, and hurt them without a second thought (and it wasn’t for those two that supposedly called me out for all this, that was your fucking doing, I would have never have noticed how much you hurt them, and immediately made sure to reassure them otherwise, and try to damage-control whatever the hell you put them through). It took a great deal of patience on my part, to not go off on you, and just let it go.....I kept making the same excuses for your actions, that you were still just a teenage boy and you just hadn’t learned to mature yet, but that you’d get there.....but oh how wrong, i was.

....Fuck, I mean if anything, you’re the reasons my trust issues have sky-rocketed to be honest. :/

And don’t even get me started on your possessive/jealous nature (you’d refer to this as a high sense of loyalty, but here’s the thing, it wasn’t, it was more possessiveness, with you being in control rather than loyalty); Every Time me and Cisco-kid would do projects, or hangout, with other people, you’d throw a damn fit, it was impossible to get you to see that we were not trying to replace you, no matter how many times I tried to reassure, time and time again that that wasn’t the case (i mean i get it, i know what it’s like to feel insecure about where i stand in friendships, scared that i’m just either in the way, or fear that people don’t really actually care about me) but you weren’t just jealous oh no, you were the type of person who’d painstakingly guilt-trip us time and time again whenever we’d hang out we people that weren’t you....*sigh* I mean hell, i even made plans several time alongs with cisco-kid to get you to meet and hangout with our other fellow classmates/friends.....but you’d always declined, and the few times you did join us, you’d always brood and give them the stink eye the entire day (and they told me how uncomfortable you’d make them feel cause of that). 

I remember when I was walking home from school with panda-boy one day, and told me he needed to tell me something important, that just didn't sit well/ or right with him.....he told that he heard you call me a bitch (and not the bitch please, funny meme kind, panda-bot told me that it was in a malicious-tone of voice)....Panda-boy told me it didn’t sit right with him because he was appalled and he didn’t know what possessed you say that about me behind my back, and that it was completely uncalled for (I said that it you were probably having a bad day and that you prob didn't mean it, so  i didn’t really pay too much mind to it)......I mean sure, I did feel sad and disappointed to be sure, because i felt like maybe i wasn’t doing a good enough job in being good friend, i asked Panda-boy if he thought I was a good friend or not, and he said i was being ridiculous, and that of course I was......but I didn't feel like it, after hearing you say something like that....it made me feel very small, alone, unworthy as friend-material, and just plain conflicted. So much so, that I ended up asking Cisco-Kid the same thing, and he ended up calling you Wolf, so we could smooth things over and talk. I asked you Wolf, I asked you directly if you thought I was a good enough friend, and you didn’t really meet my eyes and laughed nervously and said I was; that made me feel quite relieved and it reassured me, even if your response did feel half-assed at best. 

^And tbh, this wasn’t the only time you’d made me doubt myself, hell I recall the times when you would always tease me, about my mexican accent/spanish being less than perfect too, or how I ashamed you made me feel about me not knowing how to cook some of our culture’s most important mexican dishes (such as pozole, frijoles, arroz, caldo, etc).....I mean I’m learning how to do all of this now, and it’s been a long time since I felt torn or caught between both cultures, now that I’ve long since embraced my mexican culture/roots as best I can, and have found a calming sense of peace and belonging in accepting both parts of myself....but i can’t deny that your voice/taunts still haunt me from time to time (making me feel like I’m not good or worthy enough in regards to my mexican heritage).

Which reminds me, you always took great pride in having machismo (a sense of masculine pride)....it always bothered me, cause even though you said it jokingly, or so it seemed, I always got a feeling from you: that you felt like women needed to stay put in their proper places so to speak.....that and in combo with your anger issues, and the the way you used to tell me that whenever you’d get angry you’d punch a hole through your wall (or that one time this one girl in our class pissed you off, and you told me if you were allowed to punch a girl, she’d be the only exception)......all of that made me feel hella uneasy/and uncomfortable...and this had been going on and accumulating for years since we met.....All of these were red-flags that i should have seen coming a mile a way, tbh (even Karate-Girl, your former Best-Friend, you had a crush on whom said that she felt hella uncomfortable with you texting her constantly non-stop about your crush on her, warned me that she was afraid I’d turn into a doormat, if i wasn’t careful....so why do i get the feeling  that she was referring to you when she told me that.....and now that I think about it, was that why she always took those selfdefense/karate classes? Cause of you, Wolf). Plus my own mother said she was really glad that I’d chosen to cut all ties off with you.....maybe they were right.....

Cause the last time we saw each other (we were around 18-19), a year or so after we graduated high-school (when I finally told you how uncomfortable you made me feel, especially with your quick temper/anger issues, and all this stuff accumulating over time, but that i always thought you’d just grow outta of this toxic mindset by now, but i guess you didn’t cause), you obviously didn’t take it very well, cause we were playing ping-pong ball and you were obviously brooding, in a very bad mood, but most especially towards me, and you kept hitting the ball with soo much force and ferocity in attempts to hit me, that I could see the malicious smirk whenever it almost did hit me,  i could see the terrifying look of pure hatred you had for me in your eyes whenever our eyes met; Cisco-kid even had to forcibly pull you aside and ask you what the hell was going on with you, and you reacted to this by flinging the ping-pong paddle to the side so damn hard in anger and just stomping away.

But from that day on, i could tell that day how i could no longer feel safe or comfortable in your presence, let alone in being your friend, so i did what  i thought was best for me, and cut you and all your toxicity out of my life completely....A few months later my mentor had passed away, i was failing/struggling with my classes, all of our friends were drifting apart, and just felt soo damn alone, apathetic, and I just couldn’t take all of this anymore, and had a nervous/mental breakdown and fell into a deep depression, and hell you know the rest. 

^And Tbh, you’re one of the reasons why I chose this username, the: Nevermore part at least.....cuz I promised myself that I would never ever again find myself in another abusive/or in an almost abusive relationship: Platonic, Family, Romantic or otherwise, which is ironic, because you were the only person back then I ever told about me suffering from emotional abuse from my Aunt C (I did not want history to repeat itself anew, cause I won't stand for it anymore.....not with my aunt and certainly not with you Wolf). >:[

^And tbh, looking back (with how you violently shaking my desk just to mess with me) I can’t help but feel like that was the first of many signs, that our friendship was doomed from the start. :/

I mean I’ll always try to look back fondly on the good times and stuff, at the very least, cause we did in fact have some really good times, but I can’t help but feel like it’ll always be in a bad-taste in my mouth sorta way......just utterly disappointed and tainted....

I don’t regret our friendship, we had some good moments to be sure (but I can't deny that there are moments where I almost feel like I do regret it, looking back).....but if there’s one thing I’m absolutely certain of, is that I will never forget that look of pure hatred in your eyes when you kept hitting that ping-pong ball with suich force in my direction.....and in turn, will never feel safe, comfortable, or trust being alone with you, let alone want to reconnect with or couldn’t try to be your friend ever again.

I’ve made my peace with this anyway, and it’s best we continue to go our separate ways......but if need be, we can each always look back fondly at the good times at least (I know I will at least continue to try to do, despite it all).

Welp, thanks at least for trying to be civil there towards the end, I guess.

Farewell Forevermore,

-Lady Nevermore

[nzeldahime]

tag gameu (ayyye)

Tagged by @gummicows <3 thanks boo (tbh I wish I could tag you back, I’d like to know your answers to my new questions lol)

questions:

1) What’s the weirdest nickname people have given you? Probably Satan/Hades cuz they are what they are lol but I didn’t mind; oh and also Care Bear which is just weird altogether 2) How did you get your url? Well all of my social media accounts have this username so I kinda just kept it, the extra n for ‘nikki’ and I love LoZ 3) What’s the weather like outside? Well it’s nighttime rn so it’s really cold and probably still sprinkling since it’s been raining like all day  4) Favorite band? Favorite album of theirs? I have several favorite bands but I’ll just stick with my top 2, Green Day and One Direction. For GD my favorite album has to be the first one of theirs I ever got, which was 21st Century Breakdown in like, 6th or 7th grade from one of my very good friends, I honestly think it’s their best album. For 1D, gosh idk I can’t pick a favorite since Made in the AM is really good but also I have a special connection with both Four and Midnight Memories; I guess I’d pick Midnight Memories cuz a lot of my favorite songs come from that album. 5) How did you meet your best friend? Which one lol I guess I’ll do all of them. So i’ve got three; the one I’ve had the longest is my friend who I met in the 9th grade, we met in JROTC if I’m not mistaken. My middle bestie, Becca, I met her in Spanish class my sophomore year (whoops can’t believe I can’t remember if it was 10th or 11th), we both were really shy and found ourselves only talking to each other because we sat next to each other and refused to move or socialize lmao. My most recent best friend I’ve also known since 10th but we didn’t get super close until we were juniors (hence why I said most recent), we met in a biology classroom cuz we would always hang out there after school waiting out the crowds and we didn’t have a lot of friends so we hung out with that teacher lol. 6) Do you have a calendar on the wall? What’s this months photo? I do have my own calendar and it’s full of baby animals :D this month’s happens to be a little elephant walking through a desert  7) Favorite fruit? Dang this is kinda hard, I like lots of em. I guess I’d have to say cantaloupe or watermelon tho, cuz tbh I could eat a whole one by myself in one sitting (which i’ve probably done before lmao) 8) Ever been to a national park (or equivalent in your country)? did you like it? I think I’ve been to a few actually, the Grand Canyon, Joshua Tree and I’ve passed through San Bernardino forest before. Of course I liked it, seeing so much area of pure nature that hasn’t been tampered with is breathtaking; especially the Grand Canyon, every distant view looked like a postcard, I couldn’t get over the unrealistic beauty that I saw before me. 9) Is your desk clean or a royal mess? Honestly it’s a huge mess but for me it isn’t a problem cuz I know where things are at, they just aren’t organized very cleanly   10) Do you like wearing hats? Yahh I have a few snapbacks and like a million and one beanies haha 11) Has any of the fandoms you have been in disgusted you? I’ve been on tumblr for too long that nothing has really disgusted me. Seriously.  12) If you wanted to change your url, what would it be? I can honestly say that I haven’t wanted to change my url but now that I think about it, I’d probably throw in a youtuber reference lmao   13) Do you have any hobbies? Well I dabble in the writings sometimes otherwise usually just YouTube, tumblr, and listening to music are my well known habits  14) How socially awkward are you (stories anyone ;D)? Very much so that I’m uncomfortable talking to other people unless I’ve been friends with them for awhile. I can’t think of a story off the top of my head but tbh I’m sure there are many a times I’ve been. Oh god ask me about the time I entered a cosplay contest as the Fnaf Marionette, it’s hilariously embarrassing 15) Do you have a musical preference? Not precisely considering my fav bands are Green Day and 1D lmao but I’d prefer not to listen to country   16) Are there any books that hold a special place in your heart? There is this adorable graphic novel called Smile by Raina Telgemier that I love so much cuz it’s about the author’s crazy journey from middle school to high school with dental drama, I like to relate to it since I’ve had braces, rubber bands, and even headgear lol I also can never get over The Fault in Our Stars, it’s one of my favorite books, and my favorite book series is The Wolves of Mercy Falls by Maggie Stiefvater, it has a brilliant concept  17) Any movies you’d recommend? Recently we watched this sorta indie fantasy movie called The Monster Calls and it has an interesting story with some cute animations (it isn’t animated tho). A more mainstream movie I’d recommend is Fantastic Beasts, it was, fantastic, sorry I had to lol and also Moana , it’s sooooooo amazing  18) What is a phrase you commonly use? ”Rip me” I also have the language of a pure Californian so I say ‘like’ almost a hundred times in one sentence and I call basically everybody ‘dude.’  19) What is the first thing you notice when you see someone? Usually their teeth. That’s weird, I know lol or sometimes their hair 20) Have you ever fainted or passed out before? I don’t think so. I thought I was gonna pass out after I ran the mile once but I ended up throwing up instead.

my 10 q’s:

1) What’s your favorite song? 2) If your walls are painted, what color are they? 3) Do you have any pets? What are they? Names? 4) Right or left handed?  5) Do you play video games? If so, what is your favorite one? 6) What is you current wallpaper (as in phone or computer)? 7) Do you have a daily ritual that is somewhat unusual? 8) What is the current time? 9) What’s your star sign and do you identify with it? 10) If you could have one of those deep conversations with anyone in the world, living or dead, who would it be?

So i’m gonna tag a few of my lovelies like @alphawolfspider @micahkors @myneighborkelsey @dxmn-lourry @sempiternalguess @ricegoddesshanayo and really anyone who wants to do it lol, hope you’ll be up to the challenge, really looking forward to the answers c: