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Amber's favorite show is Precious Pony Pals. Here are some of her favorite characters. She wants to make her own cartoon when she grows up!

Princess Tourmaline is the protagonist. She is composed and well behaved but secretly a huge loser who writes fanfiction;

Orange Dream is a sleepy witch who lives in the woods and likes animals and food;

Seafoam enjoys fishing, which she does by dive-bombing into the water and grabbing the fish in her mouth. It's unclear whether she eats the fish or not

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I think a ruikasa/wxs howls moving castle au has potential but only if you like. Make a huge mess of the plot. Just really fuck it up. Replace the story/role of several characters with something completely different that you made up.

- Tsukasa gets cursed for kind of being an asshole (to a witch that came into the restaurant he runs w saki. As is his right as a service worker.) (he still does theatre in this au) w something that slowly turns his heart to stone and in a canon typical tsukasa way goes “I am going to solve this problem on my own through sheer stubbornness/determination”, leaves a note for saki like “brb nothings wrong don’t worry about it :)” and goes to hunt down the wizard’s weird fucking castle sighted roaming the nearby wilderness everyone is freaked out about

- emu replaces turnip head but she got turned into a talking bunny with very few of her memories because it’s cute and I refuse to make an au where she can’t talk for 99% of the story. Tsukasa frees her from a tangled up net and she follows him bc she can’t figure out how to break her own curse so she might as well follow this goofy guy and see if the wizard can help her too

- nene as calcifer & rui as howl, nene (a witch) was cursed to die 300 yrs ago after freezing while performing for a (more powerful and significantly more cruel) witch -> rui prevented her death by figuring out a way to give her his own life force/soul/heart/whatever at the cost of her existing as a soul without a body, she keeps him alive through giving him her magic. Hard to explain. Whatever. Fullmetal alchemist vibes? We’re going on a quest to get your body back nene. They’re both functionally immortal but if one dies so does the other. She exists as a flame that operates the castle (nenerobo reference…)

- rui has been attempting to hunt down a way to reverse the curse while also fucking with the government that began cracking down harshly on magic usage after the beloved princess went missing with the evidence pointing to a witch or wizard as the culprit. Idk. Potentially pulling in soul eater inspiration with a war against witches… as a treat… rui interfering on both sides of the fight

- mfw I just wanted to do silly shows with my silly robots and now I’ve been alive for 300 years making zero progress on breaking a curse but at least I can use magic now (rui) vs mfw I messed up one thing and now I don’t have a body and I’m forced to watch my friend run himself into the ground trying to fix what should never have been his problem (nene). Canon typical nene guilt complex/rui giving nene a way to get around her issue that doesn’t help her grow. You understand.

- the kidnapped princess is emu she just forgot

- tsukasa catches up to the castle and enters it (bitch you live like this dot png) and emu discovers nene and drags her into a conversation. They discuss the curses and nene’s basically like (internally) ykw we’ve made no progress on our own maybe if we look into the curses you guys are under we’ll figure out our own on the way. (Externally) maybe having an idiot around will give rui some ideas. In return you can clean this place.

- emunene will be in this au what do u take me for. Emu entertains nene and helps her grow more confident, nene helps emu sort through her memories and more negative emotions.

- the flying over the town scene does happen (rui saves tsukasa (before tsukasa gets cursed) from a bunch of weird creatures created by the witch who later curses him) so when rui gets home and walks into the convo btwn emu/nene/tsukasa it’s essentially

Tsukasa: YOU!???

Rui: hello nice to see you again :) now please leave

Nene: I already hired him as a house keeper

Rui: but we don’t need a house keeper?

Nene: rui those dishes have been in the sink for a month

- plot happens I’m not rewatching hmc to figure this out (lying. I’ll probably do it even if I don’t do anything with this au)

- the cure for the curse for all of them essentially requires personal growth which is why I think making miku a witch that cursed all of them to inspire this/put in motion the events that would lead to them meeting is a funny idea. Not one I’m going to go with but it’s funny.

- the effect of the curse on rui was like… draining him of his passion for shows/inventing and his emotions which tsukasa helps bring back, and rui makes tsukasa realize why he loves theatre so much

- maybe tsukasa actually gets cursed by being egotistical like I will outshine everyone I’m the greatest world future star lalala (is cursed because the witch finds his lack of humility deeply grating and/or is insulted by the implication that this random guy is superior to her) oh shit

- leaning towards the witch being meiko just for funsies although kaito is also not a bad choice.

- drawback of rui using magic as someone who is not meant to be using magic is that the more magic he uses the more he’s turned into a weird bird cat beast (& the transformation back becomes harder and harder)

- one issue I have with a 1:1 hmc au is that like… rui and howl only share surface level similarities. If I wanted howl level dramatics in my story tsukasa would have to be howl which would require significantly more fucking around with the plot because rui would NOT do what Sophie did. Howl can be tsukasa but rui cannot be Sophie. Do u understand. Emunene has potential but unfortunately ruikasa fits the howl/sophie dynamic best. You know? You know. Tsukasa would get cursed and go on a quest and be perfectly fine cleaning the house of a guy who leaves food stains on the counter & never cleans them up if it meant he could lift the curse. I think if rui “canonically hates cleaning” kamishiro had to clean an atrociously messy house (disregarding the fact that tsukasa would not live like that) he would die.

- but rui also would not turn into a pile of slime because his hair got fucked up. That’s a tsukasa thing. Gestures at the card story where tsukasa is Pissed rui fucked up his hair with an explosion. I’m sure somewhere in the au over the course of canon typical rui fucking w tsukasa with his experiments I’ll work in a joke about that.

- I think in general the issue with a 1:1 au is you have to erase too much of the characters you’re inserting into the world to make things happen which is boring. U gotta change stuff. Unfortunately this leads to taking inspiration from like 4 different sources to make things work which is a huge pain in the ass and requires actual planning to create a coherent plot

- together wxs can make this moving castle a moving home :) just kidding they can’t all live together. tsukasa has to go home to saki and emu has to let her family know she’s ok. Also the lifting of the curse gives nene her body and her magic back/gives rui his life force back so 1) they’re no longer immortal 2) rui can no longer use magic (he’s fine w this he basically just used it to make truly impossible mechanical feats happen which he can figure out how to do without magic) 3) this results in the castle falling apart

- rui just moves in with tsukasa and works as a mechanic and nene moves to a nice calm cabin that emu essentially lives in when she isn’t needed to do princess stuff. They probably form a theatre troupe that eventually picks up as well & nene and rui can collab on a new moving castle to travel around if they do desire.

- why is this so scattered you may be asking. It’s because I had given this like 2 hours of thought at 2am before typing this out the next evening and had several more ideas as I typed. Firm believer that good ideas only arrive when you are sleep deprived and have given very little thought to what you’re laying out.

- I want an au that is shorter than the other aus I have so if I elect to actually write something I’ll have an easier time -> oh this is kinda getting out of hand -> god fucking damnit I did it again. Truly incapable of not making an au that has like 30 different plot threads.

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Reposting this again due to an edit I made. The reason for that is because it turns out their previous outfit(hakama and arrow kimono) they wore in the BOTW era was from the Taisho Period, not Meiji like I originally believed, so I changed the outfit to a furisode kimono, I kept the boots and glasses though.

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This is the first base drawing I did using Paint.Net, I wanted to try something with the app so I used a chibi base(because chibis are easier), it took a bit due to some issues(as well as finding PNG logos for the games) but I took care of it.

Outfits/Forms

Pilgrim wear - The second reason why I wanted to do this drawing, I learned that the Ichimegasa(that veil hat) that I have to Majora is also from the Japanese Heian period, it’s just mostly reserved for noblewomen pilgrims. I’d imagine that this is what they would wear whenever they travel outside the Demon Realm or Palace because it involves travelling. They’re also childhood friends with Bellum and has a very nasty beef with Malladus. Court witch - The outfit that they’re best known for at the palace, again they’re wearing something that’s from the Japanese Heian Period, I know Majora’s meant to be somewhat female coded but I gave them a man’s Kariginu instead of a woman’s Junihitoe because I wanted to change things up a little(that and I imagined that walking around in 12 layers of Kimono robes would be difficult). The buddhist/shinto beads around their neck references Majora’s eventual mask form and the 5 regions of Termina. Majora’s Mask(feat. Skull Kid) - Self explanatory but I’ll explain anyways, they entered Termina gravely injured because of the Demon Realm falling apart and became the way they’re known for due to the “Song of Healing” played by the man that saved them, but then the man died and an ancient tribe found Majora and began to use them for their hexing rituals, turning them insane overtime until they eventually snapped. They began reign of terror on all of humanity as a result of it, even going as far as to possess a young child, aka Skull Kid. Lost soul - A bit of a twist ending to “Majora’s Mask”, instead of being killed off, they instead got themselves banished from their mask body the moment the Fierce Deity laid the final blow, as well as losing all of their magic. Becoming a lost and restless soul, they spent most of their time wondering around multiple realms and countries mindlessly as well as harassing Time!Link’s descendants from both “Twilight Princess” and “Four Swords Adventures” out of pure spite and hatred towards the Hero that defeated them. “Villager” wear - This is what Majora would wear during the first half of “Hyrule Warriors”* after Veran makes them a new body made of mud, they were first founded and recruited by Zant, and because they didn’t have their magic back yet, they acted as his personal informant by pretending to be a innocent village girl named “Selene”** who acted as a victim, and baited Warriors!Link out of all the information he knows regarding his search for Zelda and the time portals…Also this outfit is very unoriginal, it’s based off of Hatsune Miku’s Avant-garde outfit. I should’ve used it for Margarita’s mage outfit remake but it’s one of my favorite Project Diva outfits and I just can’t help drawing them in it, let me have this. Fighter wear - The FIRST reason why I did this drawing in the first place. This is what they would wear during the second half of “Hyrule Warriors” and onward, they needed a proper outfit for combat as well as looking fabulous, I kinda designed it with some references to “Senbonzakura” but I also modeled it more towards Sheikah apparel in mind. After faking their death to get away from Warriors!Link, they’re now allowed to do whatever they want as well as try restoring their lost magic, going under the name of “Hecate”*** to avoid suspicion, but they were reprimanded by Beelzebub and Lucifer shortly after. They would wear this later on centuries later. Post-Calamity Termina - They would wear this while settling down in Ikana Valley’s Hill Town, under the name of “Tsuki”, and pretends to be some clumsy witch to make themselves look innocent and to avoid suspicions, during this time they lost their leg to a rampaging guardian and finally regain the magic they have lost(but not enough to end the world). Their outfit was popular during Japan’s Late-Edo and Early-Meiji Period and it’s meant to reflect Termina becoming more modern in a short period of time, I also gave them glasses to give them that innocent nerdy look(or mad scientist?), I also replaced the star symbol on their hakama with a Stone Tower emblem to make it seem like they’re from Ikana. Modern Hyrule - Everyone knows this, but this is what they wear onwards during ORAS and Modern Day Hyrule, the overalls are meant to make Majora look very childish despite being full grown. During this time, traveled back to the Demon Realm with Beelzebub and Lucifer to restore it to it’s former glory. During the Modern Times, they still continue to cause trouble for all the humans(especially Link), even getting arrested on several occasions for multiple counts of domestic terrorism, disturbing the peace, and illegal usage of moon magic. They’re also seen lurking around the Twilight Realm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Yes, Hyrule Warrior is part of Zelda canon in this universe, fucking fight me ** Selene is the Greek goddess of the moon *** Hecate is the Greak goddess of magic, witchcraft, moon, the night, ghosts and necromancy Human and Demon design belongs to me Base belongs to Vonibuu Blank base here: https://www.deviantart.com/vonibuu/art/F2U-chibi-base-502327388

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 2)

CHAPTER 1

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Y/N seemed to already have a spot in the house, and also a feverish feeling inside her heart. Totally unwavering and in distress. Geralt could feel it happening again as he could feel his heart soften at the woman who'd pop out of nowhere, thus; he doesn't know if her arrival has been a good thing or can be considered as ill-fate for him. 

Warnings: Modern references because reader lives in modern day era in earth. Geralt and Jaskier banters, non-stop. 😂 Just a filler chapter but also considered important because we can see how frustrated and scared the reader is and not being happy in an instant? 😂 Kinda fluff with Geralt and Y/N’s interaction? 

Words: 4,500+ (IT'S DAMN LONG. I'VE BEEN TOO HAPPY WRITING THEIR BANTERS 😂)

A/N: 2nd chapter for WITCHER OF THE NIGHT! 😊 This will prolly consist of 15-20 chapters or less! 😊 TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE IN THIS SERIES, POTATOES! 

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You sat on the dusty, creaking wooden chair that they owned. Eyes studying your surroundings as Jaskier moved around to get a pale of water while Geralt stood a meter away from you; leaning on a wall with his muscular arms across his chest, silently watching you like a hawk.

The stares he have been giving you were completely tangible for the naked eye or it was probably because you were conscious of his incomprehensible gawking. You noticed their roof was also thatched. Adding a burning furnace which also utilizes as their stove and heat for the night.

Your face frown at the realization that they didn't have any refrigerator nor a stove but noticed two rooms sat together. You've heard ruffling from the far back and liquid being poured down the bucket as your eyes landed on the man watching you in silence. Abruptly, a soft, vindicated smile raised your lips as you leisurely shook your legs left to right to suppress the consternation tingling your nerves, "Thank you," a quiet, sincere whisper was all Geralt heard amongst the oak wood burning in the background.

No answer was given other than having to take a gander as you sat away from him; a little bit recherché with that look in his eyes, "Thank you for saving me, Geralt." you repeated to utter out a word from the man himself. From the moment you've heard his voice; surprisingly, it was rather soothing to your anxious nerves. Frightening thoughts run over cars after cars inside your brain as you didn't know what the future holds.

You didn't even know how to go home. They've been avoiding the question as to where you could find the airport.

Geralt's name that rolled off your tongue sounded unfamiliar and thoroughly anomalous. But, you would probably get used to it once the dream reaches an end.

Technically, that was the problem. You didn't know if it was entirely a dream because it felt so real.

Shifting were heard and you've come to realize that Geralt had lifted himself off the wall, taking heavy steps close as you guiltlessly gawked at him. He fairly lifted the hem of his black long-sleeved shirt, giving you a slight view of his jutting torso. You've anxiously cleared your throat and avoided his pretty glowing, golden eyes keeping under scrutiny.

God has been testing your forbearance since you've woken up in the forest. Adding more inclinations to probably torture you till you wake up from your utter deep sleep.

Much to your inattentive state and your eyes shutting tightly; asking the heavens to wake you up in that instance, Geralt stopped before you; giving much space for you to breathe and seeming to be standing on your side rather than in front because it would be a very nubile sight to be in face with his leather-clothed crotch.

Damn you and your short genes.

"You are awake," he suddenly distracted you from your distraught. You were completely engrossed on wishing out loud for whoever to just kick you on the bed so you could be awakened.

Geralt dangled a piece of cloth in front of your face. Minimal blood dots containing the cloth on his hands. So that's what he was doing when he'd tried to give you a sneak peak of his chiseled torso. He ripped the piece of a long white clothing used for his wounds that surrounded his body.

There was blood. It simply means he's really human and not anything part of a pack of wolves.

"What's this for?" you've observed the piece of clothing hanging in front of you. Brows in a tight twist as you winced from the itch on a part of your soot-filled face. Geralt left no reply and gathered his hand on yours, the sudden gesture making you jump in your seat because of the sudden touch. His hand giving you some kind of tepid, amiable warmth that made you believe that everything was real and true as you catch a sight of his passive expression.

You've felt a soft cloth fall on the soft center of your palm, "--For the grime scattered all over your face and body," As quick as he'd grabbed onto your hands, he was fast enough to leave them hanging in front of you as he turned his booted heel. The width of his abnormally burly shoulders giving you a view as he strolled around their cozy home, locking your gaze on his overwhelming presence.

"You don't have to...." a trail of thoughts protested out loud as he'd crouched before a leather bag, thus hearing a clothing being ripped after. There was a Lute sitting beside the bag and you've took notice of it and focused on the instrument instead, wondering if Geralt owns the string instrument. Geralt rose to his feet and situated himself in front of you again to dangle another set of torn, clean white cloth, "---and for your wounds,"

The smile you sent was thoroughly cordial and unnerving. Geralt was supposed to turn away and mind his own business until you've peered up at him like a cat asking for attention. The powerful looking man had to emit an evident sigh; cursing beneath his breath that questioned your sanity as to why he was already kneeling before you; eye to eye and probably trying to enchant you as it bear into your mind that magical things have been happening since the moment you've woken up.

Yes, you debated with yourself and believed in your hunches that his effect with you had something to do with casting a spell for you.

"Do...you have a name?" he grumbled with a slight drawl to his words. His unorthodox eyes were much clearer against the fire and thoroughly fetching. You've had to blink to ruin the spell he'd tried to cast upon you and took your time in understanding what he have asked.

"Ughm," you mumbled like an idiot and played with the cloth in your hand, gaze fixated on the ball of cloth scrunched on your palm, "Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N,"

Geralt was attentive of your palpable and otherwordly scent. It was completely out of this world and he probably meant that literally because of how mystifying and strange you were around them. The latter could also hear the fast beating of your heart, taking to account that the effect of it was rather much a mental struggle he didn't know. Howbeit, the other half was another piece he wasn't familiar about.

He'd given you that captivating look as you continued to stare at your fidgeting fingers, "Are you a princess?" at that declaration and inquiry, your head snapped, fast enough to give you whiplash. A scrunch of your nose telling him that you've found his question rather uncanny, "What--as much as I'd want to be a princess, I think I'd rather suit to be a queen,"

You've bunched the cloth in your hand and restlessly cough onto it, looking anywhere except for that stare he was giving. What were you even saying? 'Where was Jaskier?' the voice inside your head spoke for your nerves.

A side of Geralt's lip involuntary lifted into a smirk, "You'd suit to be a midget," he paused, golden eyes glowing in amusement, "---A grimy, naive midget,"

His opinion suddenly struck a gut in you, snapping your head to meet his mischievous golden peepers, "EXCUSE ME?" you exclaimed, rather offended.

"Y/N of Novigrad? Vizima? Brokilon--" Geralt started telling peculiar names of places, and you were quick to object his options, "No! Y/N from State farm,"

There was a long minute of silence. His forehead creasing because of the bafflement that was accountable to your words. Geralt has never heard of that kingdom. If so, the kingdom had a bizarre name out of the ones he'd visited. State Farm didn't sound frightening to him if there were even beasts he could kill. Other than that, those beasts in State Farm rather had creatures like Hirikkas or Sylvans.

Entirely harmless for an unknown person like you, if you were still alive by now.

"Kingdom of State Farm," he lowly grumbled, keeping the name of the place in mind as a hum followed through, "Hmm,"

Your mouth momentarily went ajar as he nodded to himself, giving credence to the pun that was shared. The joke seeming to be rather irking than funny because of how convinced he appeared to look like.

"What do you mean hmm? It was a joke! You actually believed it--oh my! This is depressing!" you crowed with a finger to your temples, giving them a massage. Geralt guiltlessly cocked his head to the side, watching you rant and rave like you were close to having your patience blown.

He continued to stare you down with chaste; utterly childlike innocence, making you ogle back at him because he really had no idea what it was. Geralt seemed to wait for your vexation to stop and you couldn't help but bite the insides of your cheeks, feeling guilty for being frustrated when the man himself didn't actually know what it was.

"---I'm from...earth," your voice turned a volume lower, only for him to hear as you were close to melting from those blazing eyes.

You've raised a finger just before his chest, pointing your index at him as you couldn't help the tender beam growing on your face despite of how much problem you were experiencing.

"E.T vibes,"

Geralt eyed your finger in bewilderment. You high-spiritedly wiggled your finger for him to connect; a soft giggle baffling him to the extent as he watch you waggle your finger in front of him. Much to your disappointment, he distractedly grabbed onto your finger and shook your finger like he was shaking your hand.

Your giggle died down and so a disappointed frown was about to appear when the crash of a door opening resonated in the house. Jaskier tumbling in with a bucket of water as he gave off a set of exasperated breaths.

Geralt continued to shake your finger wrapped around his palm, never minding Jaskier who marched towards where you were and his gaze fixated on the connection at hand.

Jaskier dropped the pail of water beside you, breathing in a long breath before giving you both a double-take of his surprised expression, huffing out the rude awakening that startled out his breathing.

"What am I just witnessing?"

His Witcher of a friend instantly ceased from shaking your finger, dropping them like he'd been cauterized and languidly turned his head to peer up at Jaskier who has his eyebrow up in a sassy state.

"You treat her wounds, Geralt."

He gave the Bard a glare and a tight grimace.

They've continued their stare down contest and made you smile to yourself. Their friendship seemed to be pretty much earnest from how they playfully bantered at each other. More passionate than what you had back at home. Thus, you continued cleaning yourself; after saying your thanks to Jaskier and he seemed to smile a smug one at that before going back to narrow his eyes at the man before him.

"What? Don't you give me that scowl! I've already fetched a bucket of water for the grimy lady,"

"---You've also ruined my nap for this woman!" Jaskier retorted back even though he'd only gotten an unpleasant hum from the latter.

"Her name is Y/N Y/L/N," Geralt deeply chided as you continued wiping your filth-filled face and neck. Glad to know that he wasn't looking and gave his friend the attention he needed.

"Greetings, Y/N of Y/L/N." Jaskier started rather confidently, humbly and acknowledging you who sat in front of Geralt.

You've squeezed the cloth out from being drenched as you felt much squeaky clean than earlier. Once you've realized its done as you've essentially washed the dirt away from your wounds, you dropped the cloth Geralt has given you inside the bucket, fishing out the set of new clean cloth hidden under your leg, "My name is Y/N and Y/L/N is not a place--"

Your thoughts were ceased as Geralt pulled the long cloth out of your hands. The flat part of the bandage being wrapped around your wounded knee. Your heart was jumping in utter madness and you tried to softly pull it back, apprehensively looking into his eyes as he gazed at you in question. "I-I can do it on my own, Geralt. It's fine,"

He seemed to be reluctant at first, staring at you with no words said before humming to himself about his approval of leaving you to it as he stood on his soles.

The proximity was undeniably giving you an edge of one's seat. So, it was better to avoid the warmth at all cost until you haven't shaken up from your dream.

Jaskier narrowed his eyes on the cloth on your hands, seeming to recognize the bandage. His eyebrows raising in displeasure. "Is that..Is that a piece of my clean under-tunic?! You've ripped it off, didn't you?!" he snapped his head towards the Witcher and had his brows in a twist.

Geralt only gave him a small smirk as he brazenly stood tall before the bard, crossing his arms across his chest.

The bard started to reiterate again, jotting down points after points in bullet form as to how unreasonable it was to cut a piece of precious clothing just for it to be wrapped around for a wound, "I've bought it from a beautiful merchant named Albreda on a marketplace--"

"You've bed the fuck out of her in exchange for the Tunic, Jaskier."

The haughty tone in Geralt's voice made Jaskier groan; not because he was wrong but his friend was also right and he was frustrated because he was feeling guilty of nothing in particular, "Oh, gods! This is obnoxious! You're lucky I treat you as a friend!"

"Simmer down, you're going to wake Ciri." Geralt continued to grouch and nodded his head to the door beside his own bedroom.

"Oh, no you don't get to include Princess Cirilla in this defense of yours, Witcher!"

You were completely unaware of their banters. Though, you were certainly curious as to what has Jaskier been calling Geralt like it was established and a brand named for him. Your ears perked at the name been said.

"Witcher? You're a witch?"

Both men refrained themselves to continue their repartee. Eyes glued to each other before giving you a glimpse and saw the agog in your eyes, wishing for an explanation or answer.

You've scanned the whole house, searching for a cauldron and anything that could sense he was a witch, yet none. "Where's the cauldron where you cite spells or anything?"

Geralt subtly shook his head, "That's not my job,"

A wag of understanding was given; thinking that maybe you got it all wrong based on the video games you've managed to finish back at your home with your Playstation. Jaskier stepped a foot close, a cordial smile carving his lips, "That small rat, is a mage, a sorcerer or a wizard you are saying,"

He stepped another as he let you continue to wrap the wounds on your knees with his ripped clothing. The frustration suddenly thrown out in the sky as he cleared his throat, raising a hand to Geralt's chest to stop him from even saying anything, "Let me handle this Geralt, I'm downright absolute at this---"

His nose flared at where the topic was going, Geralt knew what was he pointing out and how his poetic wits could get him enthusiastic and utter clumsy, "Your endeavor makes my head hurt to its extent," he bleated with a deep groan sent to the latter.

"I can sing you a song to give you knowledge about Witchers--" he cut his friend off with a deep scold, "Jaskier,"

"What?! Every villager loved it! They've also learned to be accustomed by your presence whenever you're around!" he elaborated, straightening his back with a gesture of his hands as he twirled it around to prove his point.

"Well, your singing is like eating a pie and finding it has no filling,"

With that witty comeback, Jaskier dramatically clasp his hands on his hips, mouth forming an 'O' as he pointed at his friend like he has been deeply insulted below the belt; repeatedly shaking his head as he couldn't accept his opinions, "The audacity! Your character development is declining in such a repugnant way tonight, Geralt!"

Thus, all of a sudden; you've been included in their random retaliation as Jaskier pointed a finger at you, "This is her fault! She ruined your nap!"

Geralt gave out a fascinated hum, "You're just mad because you were frightened by an Alghoul,"

Jaskier shut his mouth at that, mouth hanging mid-way before closing like a gold fish. He cleared his throat for the second time around and nodded to you as you looked up at him after bandaging every wound you have that were sensitive and rather deep. A small smile at how satisfied you were with your work and at both of their foolishness.

Jaskier blinked as he saw you be all smiles despite of your problem at hand. Their banters surprisingly calmed your anxiety away for the moment and you couldn't help but be entertained by whatever they were talking about. He tightly shut his mouth before looking at Geralt and seeing him already taking a good look at your twinkling smile. He'd given you both a once over, a skeptical look flashing before his eyes and ignored the Witcher beside him and setting his bright blue eyes on you.

"You'll have your explanation of Witchers next time, small, adorable maiden. Geralt over here is just stingy about the whole ordeal because of certain pasts that he doesn't want to hear,"

Another exonerated beam was given to Jaskier which made him nod to himself because of how much radiance he had been receiving from your merry self; simultaneously followed by a nod of understanding that came from you.

"You need to sleep," Geralt gave away on the spur of the moment. Golden eyes still on you as you could feel the heat crawling on your skin for the third time this night.

Jaskier hummed a yes before responding and sublimely bummed to see that Geralt wasn't actually pertaining to him; but to you, "I know I do---" he shut his mouth before adding humiliation to the abrupt blissful feeling he'd felt after looking at you.

"---My bed is unattainable," the bard changed his sentence as he tried to read his mind. Nonetheless, he was contemplating that maybe Geralt would give his own bed to you or maybe not. "---Also, she needs to change into a much comfortable set of clothing," Jaskier stated the obvious as he took in your soiled clothes that you were wearing.

Geralt just gave him a look and with just one glance he was sure at what he wanted to say despite of not opening his mouth.

"You've already ripped a part of my under-Tunic, Geralt. I'm not having it,"

The Witcher cussed beneath his breath and gave him a glare. Jaskier's will unwavering, "Fuck," before strutting to his room and shutting the wooden door closed.

You and Jaskier looked at each other in utmost peculiarity; shrugging both of your shoulders at the sudden exit of the man himself. He was quick to come out of his room with a rather large looking black, thin, Tunic buttoned top which seemed to be fitted for him and rather short.

Geralt handed the shirt and you wholeheartedly accepted the clothing in a heart beat, "This is...Thanks," it was much better than having no clothing to change as you realized there was no shorts or underpants included with the simple long sleeved shirt, "Turn around, please."

Both of their foreheads creased with only Geralt having the desire question your point.

"Why?"

You raised a skeptical brow at him, standing on your seat with the single clothing you were holding, "Unless, you want to watch me get changed then..."

Jaskier scoffed at that, also hearing a perceptible snort as he gave his friend a look of mischief; with Geralt already having a tight scowl on his face, his friend wanting to add more tightness to that scowl he was having, "Maybe Geralt would want that based on how grouchy he is tonight! This Witcher needs to bed a woman after a month of great abstinence--Ow!"

The bard has been smacked on the head by the Witcher which made Jaskier stumble from the weight. Geralt snaked his heavy arm around his shoulder, never forgetting the nerving smile he has given you before turning them both around to give you your time to change.

"Shut up, Jaskier."

Jaskier gave him the stink eye, rubbing at his head because of how heavy and painful it was. His abilities could get Jaskier in bruises because of foul play.

You changed in haste, not wanting for them to see you in your unpatterned undergarments in the midst of it all because they were impatient enough and that you were taking too long.

"I can..take the chair and the table," you dubiously started to inform them that you were done. Geralt's shirt on you stopped just below your thighs, leaving your legs bare but enough to cover the decency you wanted because it was huge.

They both turned around and studied you from head to toe, a groan rumbling out of Geralt's chest as his eyebrows seemed to draw closer. The bard gave him an unimpressed tone of his voice, "That’s your kind of comfortable?"

“It’s kind of...freeing. Believe me,” 

They’ve shared another minute of death stares before you smiled to yourself. 

You shook your head to tell them that you were thankful of their help, giving them both another beam which reached from ear to ear as you pointed to their wooden table which seemed to be rather quite feeble as well as the chair that came with it. Four chairs surrounding the table that peaked your curiosity as to whom was living in the house aside from Jaskier and Geralt, "I can rest my head down on the table, I think it could suffice for now,"

"---Besides, I think I wouldn't stay long enough. I'll probably find a way to...an airport or something," you added, smile now wavering because you could feel your heart dropping because of the thought of never going back again.

Geralt stared you down with that subtle slant of his head, watching you speak, "As long as we're in earth," you tried to get an answer out of them, yet their silence says that they didn't know what you were really talking about, "---please do tell me we're in earth,"

Geralt exhaled a sigh, making your nerves stutter from the scary demeanor of his that was back again like the curtains has been opened. He didn't know what to say nor explain to you whatever it is that has teleported you in their dimension because he certainly had no idea that it was even possible from the start.

He was sure of the portals made by wizards and sorceress' that can only reach a certain depth of dimension, not thoroughly a dimension where their world couldn't seem to connect with each other. A portal only exists and can be opened through witchcraft and not having one partial entrance.

Though, why have you suddenly pop out of nowhere in middle of the far north forest of Kaedwan when you've originally lived on earth?

"Get some sleep, Midget." was the only answer as Geralt left without a smile, walking to his room and leaving your heart bothered at the fact that your questions were unanswerable by them and even you, yourself.

Jaskier have managed to rummaged a piece of clothing as a pillow for you to sleep on. Technically, he only has one and you've objected when he wanted to give it to you because you knew laying on the floor with a thin looking carpet seem to be uncomfortable in the eye and physically itself.

The cracking of wood was the only sound you've heard other than Jaskier's shifting on his side of the room. He was twisting and turning, completely distracted by your fourth attempt in sighing out loud as you've held onto your full battery phone that strangely didn't even had the clock on. It was simply four dashes which has been unable to tell the time back in your country.

You were staring on your phone, seeing the battery level go down to ninety-nine percent and you've decide to take the battery off, so you can use it for emergency purposes in the future.

The battery was off in just one lift of the recharge-able bank. Thus, in the middle of being eaten by your own pessimistic thoughts, Jaskier turned around as he laid on his bed, looking at your hunched form, your arms on the table and fingers holding your temple, "I...I....You seem to be in a distress," the latter stuttered, finding the correct words to comfort you.

He continued with a hushed timbre of his voice, "---I don't know what to say because this world is filled with magic and monsters," pause. "Geralt can only be the person to help you in going back home,"

You've taken a proper look at him, tears forming your eyes by how you were thinking that there was no going back. The knot in your throat making you swallow hard because you didn't want to cry in front of a stranger no matter how much of a softie you are. The fire emitting a rare sight of Jaskier's face glowing under the flames, "---That is if you really aren't from here and you've just hit your head on a rock or something,"

There it was, the tears starting to fall before you've immediately gathered those tears with the pad of your fingers. The utter hopelessness and sadness suddenly weighing on you like a boulder. Jaskier couldn't see you from his perspective, though he could hear the tiny sniffs coming from the other side of the house.

"---Maybe after getting some sleep, you'll get to go back home and magically pop back to where you came from, Y/N."

You've breathed out of your mouth and fumbled with the hem of the sleeves that covered your hands, solemnly looking at Tunic that the Witcher has let you use as your own. The cloth seeming to be wonderful for some snot and tear catching expeditions of yours.

There was no answer sent to the Bard as he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He did eventually as you continued your weeping in the middle of the night, thinking that nobody will be able to hear it.

Though, you were wrong because you were unaware of Geralt's heightened senses as he sat on his bed and contemplated as to why your scent was indistinguishable from Yennefer. Entirely greater, stronger. Yet, with you; there was no magic involved.

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Angels & Demons - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Characters: Reader, Godling, Healer

Summary: She finds herself in the middle of a unknown forest after falling asleep. It seems like a normal forest until she gets to meet a mystical creature that welcomes her in a different world.

Warnings: Monsters, Cursing, Blood

Words: 2.000+

A/N: Hey! This is the second part of my The Witcher Fic. I accidentally deleted this part so I had to reupload ot. Yes I cried, but thankfully I still had the draft saved on my laptop.

Disclaimer: GIF’s and PNG’s are taken from Tumblr and are not mine! Credits to the creators!

Tags: @marvelbrat @charliestuff

Song: I couldn’t find the original one sooo

Absently, Alva wondered if most of the monsters were meant to be as beautiful and kind as James, or if this one was an exception to the rule, her mind struggled to hold on to one thought, with a whole new world opening in front of her.

“I know the healer of the village on the other side of the forest. She’s nice. She brings fruits to me from time to time. She will help you.” James hopped in front of her leading the way out of the woods.

She couldn’t believe anything her eyes captured. There are bad creatures. According to the Godling, there are a lot of them. The boy explained to her, that “Drowners” inhabit both natural and artificial bodies of water, from rivers and lakes to mill ponds and city sewers. It is commonly thought that these creatures are drowned men, somehow arisen from the dead to prey on the living. This opinion is as widespread as it is false, for the beasts are another post-Conjunction relict.

She couldn’t believe that this Godling just was a boy but knowing such crucial things about this life. She remembered James talking about the powers he has, that’s how he was able to save her.

“Hey, play some more of your music, please? I love the sound of it and we have to walk some time.” The Godling begged and gave his best puppy face.

She grabbed her phone and she had an idea. Maybe she was able to call or text her dad? Letting him know she’s okay. She wasn’t sure if this was the best idea she ever had, but still better than making him believe she was dead.

No signal. Of course.

“Music, please.”

She pressed the icons on her phone monotonously and a random song started playing.

 “Oh dear, oh dear, I’m sorry

That you grew up so soon

A cold year and no high school parties

I’ve been drinking alone

Oh, I’ve been drinking alone”

 “A blessing to my ears. What's the name of this bard?” The Godling started dancing along while walking in front of the girl.

“What is a bard?” These questions came automatically out of her mouth, wanting to know everything about this world.

Knowledge is power. Even in a world like this. If she knows what she has to be careful about, she can start to protect herself.

“You know the man and women writing songs and these lovely texts of legends, stories of their personal experiences, or their imaginations. I don’t care what they are about. I care about the melodies. I love the tunes.” James seemed to drift off in a state where he was admiring the artists and musicians at this time the whole way out of the woods.

He specifically talked about a Bard called Priscilla. A young woman famous for her poetry.

 “So, don't fear, don’t fear their warnings

They’re bitterer than most

4 years of driving across the country

For empty seats at their shows

And they’ve been drinking alone.”

 Less and fewer trees came along their way and after some more minutes, a village became visible. Still far away but the girl decided to turn off the music which was rewarded with an angry look of the Godling.

“Her cottage isn’t in the village. It's right here!”

He took a sharp turn between some trees and as told, a small cabin was revealed in front of them. It was old. Looked like a typical middle-aged, self-made cottage. Random kinds of stones were piled upon each other, connected by something that seemed to be a kind of cement. A small chimney was built on top and was busy blowing smoke out of it.

“Savilla! I want to show you, my new friend.” The boy shouted and Alva begged it was quiet enough so no one around could hear them. She wasn’t ready to meet anyone in this world, at least for now.

The old wooden door of the cottage opened and a middle-aged woman stepped out of the house. She was beautiful. Her Long black hair was braided down to the small waist of hers. Her long dress was colored with a dark wood green tone. A small V-neck covered her chest mostly and the butterfly sleeves made her look like a princess. A less fancy princess but a gorgeous one.

“Hello, my lovely James. How can I help you today?” Savilla had a warm smile on her face and holding her arms out for e hug.

The Godling happily jumped into her arms, to just leave them a couple of seconds later to point hysterically at Alva.

“This is my friend Alva. She got lost in my forest and a Drowner hit her. I think shes not from hear so she needs your help.”

Savilla laid her eyes on the small girl for the first time. Silently analyzing every single part of her. At this moment Alva realized that she was a unicorn in this world. Her clothes looked completely different from Safillas and James’. She was wearing a red lumberjacket that revealed her sports bra. Some pair of sporty leggings rested on her legs and short sneakers tied on her feet. Her favorite outfit for hiking. At least her fake leather bag seemed to fit the surroundings.

It wasn’t hard to tell that if the person in front of her wasn’t a cosplayer of Lord of the Rings, she had to be stuck in some kind of middle age century.

“Yes, she's not from here. I can tell.” The firm look of the women changed into a friendly smile. “Come in, I think it’s the best if no one sees you like this.”

Both Alva and James entered the cabin. Inside it was beautiful. Flower and herbs were growing every in countless pottery. An out of stone made kitchen area filled the rest of the room with a cozy fireplace at the opposite wall. Different kinds of fabric and papers stuck to the wall. It was filled with colors and smells that made you feel instantly relaxed, at least if you’re a person like Alva.

“You don’t seem to be in a lot of pain.”, stated Safilla while grabbing a wooden chair and placing it in front of her, guiding her to sit down.

“It’s pretty numb right now. It was worse about an hour ago.” Alva tried to give off a normal impression. But what is normal in this world.

er “That what I was inferred already. You seem to be in shock. Your body numbed itself to protect you from the pain.” While investigating the big scratch she explaining typical injuries caused by Drowners.

“You’re lucky that you had James by your side. He’s a loyal soul.” The healer tossed an apple to the boy who caught it happily.

Savilla mixed some unfamiliar herbs and bandaged it up with a clean cloth.

“It should heal fast, it's not a deep cut. You are lucky.”

The women put everything back in place and then grabbed a stool herself.

“Where are you from?”, she asked.

Where was she from actually? Maybe similar countries still exist?

“Originally my family comes from Sweden but I live in the USA at the moment.” The girl explained but ended up not receiving the reaction she wanted.

“I never heard of a place like that. I traveled a lot through Cintra, Temeria, and Lyria. How did you end up here?”

The girl got quiet. She didn’t want to cause any trouble. She was a stranger to this world. How much corruption was she able to cause?

Alva felt a hand on her shoulder. Savilla gently pat her and gave her a motherly smile.

“Look dear, I’m not here to hurt you. I can see you disturbed, even traumatized. You have no idea how you got access to this world, have you?”

The girl started to tear up and found herself in a warm hug of the healer. She couldn’t help herself but at this moment everything that was built up throughout the day suddenly burst out of her.

Every breath felt like acid burning heart throat, inflaming her lungs. Her heart felt like somebody was squeezing out every single emotion trapped in there. Like a sharp blade that is cutting straight through her chest.

“Mark my words, one day will come when you finally realize that fate is inevitable. One day you will get passed all this pain and realize it was a lesson learned for a better future, for a better you. You believe that this was an accident. But in our world, everything happens for a reason.” Savilla didn’t break the contact because she knew that this girl needed it. This wasn’t the first time something like this happened. The same happened decades ago. When the monsters first got into this dimension.

“I can teach you if you let me.”

Alva lifted her head and looked at the healer.

“I can teach you how to survive in this world until we figure it a way how to get you back. You just need to let me help you.”

“How do you know?” The girl was confused, more confused than she was, to begin with. How much does this woman know?

“This is not the first time a portal opened on accident. What we need to figure out is, if this indeed was an accident or if you have a mission you have to fulfill. I will help you. That’s my duty. Let me explain. I’m a mage.”

Savilla explained to Alva that mages are basically what she knows as a witch. Only rare individuals have the potential to become mages and many of those with this potential are doomed to madness. Unless the individual in question - known as a source - learns to control their power quickly, he or she may end up a half-insane, slobbering oracle. That is why schools of sorcery were created, where talented children study for many years, acquiring knowledge and mastering magical skills. Because of their powers, mages age more slowly than ordinary people. Savilla herself attended a school called Aretuza. But she didn’t believe in their morals so she left and lives on her own.

Mages can extract magical energy from the four elements, transport themselves long distances and heal, as well as kill, in the blink of an eye. They have extensive scientific and political knowledge; in the latter respect, many mages are the equals of rulers.

A witch that is connected so some kind of rule book.

“Know you know about me, but for now we need to get you out of your clothes. They reveal your true identity. There are people out there who will view you as dangerous and they’ll get scared. We need to give you a new persona. But for now, let’s start easy. No one will look for you because James took care of that. New clothes will at least give you the appearance of our dimension.”

Savilla walked in a different room and you could her searching sounds. Fabrics got thrown around after her steps came closer again.

As she walked into the room she showed off a dress similar to hers. The dress was white and it had some floral symbols embroidered in the fabric. Her sleeves were also long and wide, almost touching the ground. The White of the dress was mostly protected by a moss green light coat that had a corset on the front. The white dress was strapless but unseen due to the green coat. On top of that Savilla brought her some flat sandals.

“I can give you some pants to wear underneath the dress if you’d like. Is more efficient when you have to move quickly.” The mage was happy she could assist that young girl. She finally had a purpose to assist to.

Alva only nodded along, speechless by the kindness the woman was offering her.

Savilla walked up to her with a hairbrush and put her hair into different styles. “And maybe we can do something with your hair, putting it up or braid-“, she hesitated the moment when she was putting her hair up. “I think it looks fitting already.”

Quickly brushing Alva's hair down again.

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Ever Cursed by Corey Ann Haydu Review

Ever Cursed by Corey Ann Haydu Review

Ever Cursed by Corey Ann Haydu Ever Cursed

Teens and YA, Fantasy novel published by Simon Pulse on July 28th, 2020

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Damsel meets A Heart in a Body in the World in this incisive and lyrical feminist fairy tale about a princess determined to save her sisters from a curse, even if it means allying herself with the very witch who cast it.

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Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Beth!

You have been accepted for the role of RYLAND GREENGRASS! We really enjoyed your application, especially the in-depth details that you gave to Ryland’s background and his family. We also loved how you didn’t shy away from Ryland being against werewolves, as that is something 99% of the population would’ve felt at this time. We’re so excited to have him aboard!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Beth AGE: 24 TIMEZONE: CST ACTIVITY LEVEL: My activity will be able to continue as it has been. Most weeks I’m able to get online at least twice for replies, sometimes more. Outside the school day I’m usually lurking on Discord for plotting, even when I’m not actively on Tumblr. ANYTHING ELSE: None to report

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Ryland Greengrass AGE: September 3, 1953 (28) GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Ryland is a cismale who uses traditional He/Him pronouns. Outwardly he is straight. Inwardly, well, he thinks he is, but Ryland has also never let his mind dwell on the way his eyes traced the flexed arms of male Quidditch players or the nimble fingers of his friends. What he really would identify with if he took the time to properly reflect and learn some options is anyone’s guess, but he certainly is not the strait-laced straight man he thinks he is. BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw ANY CHANGES: He’s wonderful just the way he is.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Ryland is a generally quiet guy. That’s always been true, but being an ungifted wizard at age eleven will only compound any natural instincts to avoid attention. Although he found plenty of magical skills elsewhere (that he’ll pull out as proof at the slightest provocation), that chip on his shoulder has never really healed. Ryland is also quick to be pulled into an argument over values. When it comes to things Ryland cares about, his disposition morphs into one of the passionate debater, although he will admit that he sometimes lets emotion get the best of him in such situations. He cares a lot and sometimes runs his mouth without thinking. That’s his competitive and compassionate sides winning out over his better judgement.

Although Ryland always struggled with wand magic, he was an excellent flyer, pretty decent at Astronomy, and got better at Potions as he went. His natural curiosity—and a strong desire to find something academic he was good at—led him to add as many classes as possible in third year. He excelled at Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Ruins. The work provided puzzles for Ryland to solve, and he quickly developed a talent that gained him praise from his professors. He’d always known he was meant to be in Ravenclaw and that the hat had chosen right, but he finally had the passion project to prove it. He threw himself into his numbers and symbols work full time by joining the Magical Theory extracurricular class and even picking up side problems from library books where he tried for fun to solve theorems that had stumped wizard-kind for centuries.

Ryland took that problem-solving to Quidditch after he made the team as seeker his third year, and his talents were recognized when he made captain his sixth year. He toyed with trying to pursue a career in the professional level sport, but Ryland wanted to feel like what he did for a living made a difference. As much as he loved Quidditch, he didn’t think that would.

As an adult, Ryland tried to keep his head down at work and socially unless something directly involved him, but listening to his family talk politics led him to chase down rumors of the Order to feel like he could make a difference. Ryland wanted to do something that mattered and that made a difference in people’s lives, but there wass a small part of him that looked at the organization as another way to prove himself. He still isn’t great with a wand, but Ryland’s skills have come in handy in his personal, professional, and extracurricular vigilante life. He has proved himself more than once and was mostly content with that.

Captivity has changed him. The already quiet Ryland has become even more withdrawn, and it’s rare for him to take the initiative to start a conversation for himself. If he has a quippy comment, he’s much more likely to keep it to himself. He isn’t sleeping well at night and would like to blame that for why he’s so jumpy at little things. He has a hard time trusting that anyone is who they say they are and intends to do what they say they will. He feels listless and lost, wanting to pretend everything is normal but having that crumble around him more and more every day.

“BRIEF” OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Family tree found here: https://66.media.tumblr.com/c99c5fb1546f15aec17a9dace3acbda4/e31bc90a8e13c282-1d/s1280x1920/cf3519093477810b9eff505fd4268726d60eccc9.png

Zaria Ollivander came from an old and loyal family who knew the value of unity. Their wands could not have lasted a millennia without such drive, and though she herself possessed no gift for wand-making—and was honestly discouraged to develop the skill, as a woman who could carry on a family name, but not her own—she never forgot the importance of family. Soon after her Hogwarts graduation, she was married to Hawthorne Greengrass. Her family joked that while she’d never had a talent for wands in the past, she’d finally found her proper material (or proper wood, as her rather drunk brother joked once; she made him regret ever doing so) to properly craft something magical. Zaria agreed. The Greengrass family was an equally old and prosperous one. She planned to lead it to great things.

It seemed like a sign from magic itself when in quick succession, she and Hawthorne were blessed with three sons. Archer, Verner, and Brighton grew up having everything they could want and learning all the expected superiority they should for a breeding as pure and wonderful as theirs. The only potential testiness in Zaria and Hawthorne’s childrearing plans was Hawthorne’s baby brother who loved to spend time with the children and read to them. Zaria wasn’t too put out by Beedle bedtime stories, but when Sorrel turned to “The Twelve Dancing Princesses” and other muggle fairytales, Zaria wasn’t pleased. Hawthorne placated her with the promise that it wouldn’t affect their education and that family was too important to risk losing over such a small argument. That was all well and good, but Zaria couldn’t help use the same bitter logical to decide it was unfair that when her eldest Archer was only fifteen, Hawthorne and Sorrel took a trip to Italy that turned deadly due to a potions accident.

Zaria grieved privately, but outwardly she remained the same imposing matriarch she’d been since her marriage. Losing the head of the family and his spare could have been devastating, but Zaria hit the ground running with an iron rule that her sons never wished to question. They loved and trusted their mother too much.

Unfortunately Asher must have picked up a little of his uncle’s peculiarities. He’d shocked the family by taking Muggle Studies in school, something Hawthorne had assumed was just a phase. His son wasn’t soft or necessarily muggle-loving, after all. It was a quick. That quirk persisted in a slight disregard for tradition. Asher was still a Greengrass and therefore knew the importance of family, but he placed less importance on pureblooded tradition. His mother nearly fainted the day he told her he had asked Rosalie Ross to marry him. The only saving grace for Zaria was that at least her son had enough sense to choose a halfblooded witch with a few generations of magic flowing through her veins.

Rosalie Ross knew she’d been underestimated the moment her future mother-in-law laid eyes on her, but she wasn’t about to roll over and let herself be bad-mouthed. Instead she endeavored to stay tall and proud in the face of whatever snide comments came from her husband’s relatives. Whether they liked it or not, Rosalie was family new. Rosalie Greengrass didn’t have the same romantic ring as her maiden name, but if anyone suspected her of purposefully giving her son a name that would be just as poetic as her own had been, no one accused her aloud.

She loved Ryland dearly and spoiled him rotten. Asher wasn’t quite the same soft-hearted spirit as his wife, but Rosalie watched him share his fondness with their son in his own way. Four years later when she finally found herself pregnant again, Rosalie was overjoyed, and Asher broke his normally quiet routine to share their joy with anyone who would listen. Ryland didn’t trust the idea of a younger sibling, but that changed when Paisley arrived. He was her fierce protector, kind and patient with her, even at age six. No one was more devasted than he was when she contracted dragon pox.

Rosalie and Asher made the hard decision to shut Paisley away where her brother couldn’t get to her. A four-year-old’s chances of surviving the disease weren’t great, and they had to be realistic. While they continued to push for any medical treatments possible, the grieving parents had already made vowed not to let the disease take two children from them. Ryland never got the chance to properly say goodbye.

He was never quite the same child after that, and while he was still gentle by nature, Ryland began picking fights with his cousins when they didn’t mind their words. Verner and Brighton both warned their brother he had a budding sympathizer in his home, but Asher paid them no mind. He saw nothing wrong with a few liberal ideas about muggleborns. They weren’t on the same level as muggles themselves.

Rosalie knew it was a blow to her husband’s ego when news of Ryland’s first year first reached home. He had seemed to be off to a promising start in Ravenclaw; however, that proved to be less of an assurance that he would be talented than his parents had thought. His struggles with any kind of magic quickly became apparent, and Ryland lagged behind his peers in even the most basic spells. As an emergency measure, Zaria took him to get a replacement wand when he was home at Christmas, despite reminders from her older brother Garrick that a wand couldn’t solve anything. They found one just as willing to have Ryland as the first, and he packed up both to return to school. His grades didn’t improve. He switched between wands. When he went back for his second year, Ryland still took both, but he began using the original exclusively again. It felt better in his grip, and the wand held no ill feelings for his forced betrayal.

The rest of the family delighted in Ryland’s failings. There was the proof of what they’d always believed: even a little muggle blood sullied the whole line. Of course, Rosalie never heard those comments because her brothers-in-law and their wives were more careful than that, but Asher pressed his lips together and bared it with only small remarks.

When Ryland reached third year, he took as many classes as he could fit into his schedule, discovering several new skills in the process. That didn’t change his family’s opinions, though, and the alienation he felt from his uncles’ sides of the family only grew as he developed more liberal ideas about muggles and magic. Grandma Zaria still treated him the same, still only made lemon bars with Ryland (just as she had a specific recipe for each of her children and grandchildren), but things were tense, and she didn’t pretend not to notice. She often warned him that he had to stop rising to the bait because his uncles and cousins were only looking for a fight.

He didn’t listen. He never did. It soon became clear that his cousins Lachlan, Ewan, and Lachlan’s wife Delilah were likely Death Eaters. If his other extended family members weren’t, they were at least supportive. Only Zaria seemed to keep completely above it all, but she cared more about family loyalty than any loyalty to a zealot’s cause.

Even with all their differences, even with all their animosity, Ryland thought he was safe among them. After all, they were family.

OCCUPATION: 

Gringotts Researcher—Prior to his kidnapping, Ryland had worked his way up to a coveted spot on the Gringotts vault security team. It had him doing valuable work within Gringotts that also occasionally gave him access to sensitive vaults whose contents might interest the Order. However, his position was given away during his absence, as he clearly hadn’t asked vacation time. Gringotts did allow him to come back into their employment, but he’s been rerouted to another division for the only available position fitting his talents. He’s now a researcher for Gringotts Cursebreakers, which means he spends a lot of time poring over old books and offering practical advice. The work doesn’t interest him as much, as it reverted him from creating puzzles to solving them, but at least it’s still of potential interest in the Order in its own way. He hasn’t lost all his usefulness to the world.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Ryland was perhaps a bit naïve when he joined the Order, treating it a bit like a club rather than an underground vigilante group. He did catch on to the stakes fairly quickly, but it’s not like he had fighting expertise to provide anyway. What he did have was a mind for puzzles and occasional access to old vaults owned by long-standing and distinguished pureblood families. The latter gives him some inside information that is occasionally of use while the former makes him a capable problem-solver and researcher. He knows he’s not the only person in the Order with those skills—far from it—but they did allow him the opportunity to mid-level over the years. Ryland doesn’t necessarily agree with all the decisions that are made, and occasionally he’s spoken up when he disagreed. Mostly he’s been the quiet guy in the background who helps theoretically take things apart.

After his ambush, Ryland thought rescue would come pretty quickly. It was common speculation that he had Death Eater relatives, although Ryland hadn’t taken it personally. He was hardly the only one in the Order with that kind of suspicion on family members. Surely they would put the pieces together and rescue him. The longer that passed, though, the less likely that seemed. Ryland grew bitter thinking about people he’d considered colleagues and even friends. Eventually it occurred to him that he wasn’t important enough to be worth a rescue operation, even if anyone did put the pieces together correctly. That stung worse than anything else.

Once he’s back, Ryland will be incredibly distrusting of anyone and unable to stick his neck out for any kind of personal risk when he has pretty good evidence now that he won’t be supported if those risks increase. That said, he cannot walk away. Not only does he owe them for his eventual rescue, but he also has no one left. Without the Order, Ryland will be completely isolated and alone. He can’t stand that idea, even if Ryland feels bitter about this whole situation and his own dependence on people who clearly don’t care about him or anyone else compared to the cause itself.

SURVIVAL:

Only an old pureblood family could have extra lands and homes not in use to just pass on to the next generation. Ryland doesn’t have a family estate or anything like that, but he has been legally gifted an old family vacation home in Bath. It hadn’t been used regularly since his grandmother was a little girl, and Ryland was able to fix it up and bestow (through Orders, not his own wand work) new charms and protections over it to keep people out without his blessing. Security is what he does for a living, after all. The house was so heavily warded that his family couldn’t break in during his imprisonment, so he still has it as a safe house. The wards have only increased in his newfound paranoia post-rescue.

He wants to spend a lot of his time that he isn’t at work in his house because it feels more secure, but he spent so much time alone. Ryland has been in solitary confinement when not being tortured for the past three months. He needs a little noise, a little human interaction, even if it makes him nervous. The Order safe houses have their own levels of security, so he is likely to be lurking around the corner from the action, still skittish around people and especially around these people he previously thought he could trust.

Ryland said a lot of things under duress to try to stop the pain or to keep himself alive. He had bones broken over and over, and only the Death Eater’s willingness to heal him after has kept him from permanent disfigurement (which only serves as further proof in his mind that Ryland had family helping with those sessions). He has a lot of guilt about it now and frequently wakes up in the middle of the night over it, when he manages to sleep at all. In the coming months, he’s going to struggle with some dependency issues as he struggles to find a healthier coping mechanism than sleeping draughts every night. He knows they aren’t healthy long term, but when nothing else seems to work, what is he to do? It’s likely he’ll end up buying things that are not entirely legal to cope with the pain and his own inner turmoil.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Is anything in Ryland’s fault not falling apart right now? Or at least not at risk? He’s spent over three months being tortured physically and mentally while his hope slowly corroded away in desolation. No one was coming for him. That was a fact he fully accepted for at least a month, possibly more since he didn’t exactly have a great way to keep time while locked up. It will take time for him to rebuild his trust for people. The people he most hoped would come are also the people he has the least trust in right now. He can’t look his parents in the face anymore, even though he’s mostly sure they weren’t involved.

His old friends should have known something was wrong. They should have known that Ryland wasn’t the kind of person who just up and disappeared without warning. The fact that no one seemed to look for him and that no one who says they did apparently looked very hard have not been easy potions to drink. Ryland desperately wants to be around people again now that he has the chance, but even if he did trust them, the noise of crowds or groups make him nervous. All of this in combination means that he’s currently hard to be around, doesn’t know who he wants to be around, but needs to be around someone. He has a lot of anger and accusations that seem perfectly reasonable to him, given what he’s just gone through. Ryland only hopes he won’t lose everyone in the process.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: Ryland/Chemistry—I have no preconceived ship ideas for him, although based on his character relationships, Ryland/Gideon, unattainable Ryland/Archie, or one sided Ryland/Isla all seem to have some potential seeds to sew if eventual players are interested. If anything buds with another male character, he may take a little gay panic to get there. Regardless of gender, he’s not exactly in the most trusting place right now to start a healthy relationship, so it’s going to take time or not be great with his mental state.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Ryland’s family seems to have one token liberal per generation to more extreme levels. Sorrel liked muggle stories. Asher didn’t see what was so bad about supposed mudbloods. Ryland finds muggles fascinating in a purely academic sense. He refuses to see them as anything other than people deserving of care and consideration. He once almost made his grandmother faint with a comment that he didn’t think a woman’s blood status mattered in her marriageability. That said, Ryland doesn’t really understand the muggle world. He’s never spent any time in it and knows next to nothing about the people. His fight in the Order is less about protecting muggles and more about evening the playing field in the magical world. As much as he loves his family—and has to acknowledge their position in it—Ryland doesn’t think the old traditions of rigidly structured hierarchies and frequent inbreeding of pureblood families can be sustained for many more generations. Everything has reached a point where it can tip either way, and he’d rather not see the world tip into chaos.

Still, there are a lot of things that old structure has provided to Ryland, including his home. He has to acknowledge them, but he often doesn’t look at the far-reaching implications of what all that has afforded him.

On another note, Ryland’s general feelings about magical equality don’t necessarily extend to other magical creatures. He works with goblins all day and respects their intelligence and powers. He can appreciate that many house elves can easily do things without a wand that he struggles to accomplish with one. Half-breeds, though, make him nervous for a variety of reasons. Half-veela are hard to trust when they can manipulate people so, and that seems like a security risk. Werewolves are even worse in Ryland’s mind. His baby sister was isolated before her death because she had a deadly contagious disease. That description matches lycanthropy only all too well to Ryland, and he doesn’t understand why more people don’t see the concern of letting werewolves walk among them pretending to be regular wix instead of the disease-carrying risks they are.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? You people keep pulling me in by being so wonderful for idea bouncing and muse possibilities. I’m not going anywhere, and I look forward to introducing my sad boy.

PLOT DROP IDEAS:

It could be interesting to potentially have to make a difficult choice related to family; however, Ryland needs a little time to work through the trauma first. It’s also possible he learned something in captivity that might spur Order action.

On a personal character growth note, I really like the idea of him fueling his pain and healing into turning his home into a kind of sanctuary for people whose families have turned against them like his or who don’t have anyone to turn back to. Eventually I’d like him to be running a foster home, especially for Hogwarts-aged teens. This wouldn’t be an immediate thing.

ANYTHING ELSE? Nope!

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Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “The Oct-Father”

Written by: Jake Goldman, Haley Mancini

Written & Storyboarded by: Alicia Chan

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

Leave the reboot, take the cannoli.

Our story begins with Pepe, not the Muppet or that other guy, but a kid with an Italian accent. He's going to make an offer that will probably be refused. Specifically, he's offering his diorama of The Tortoise and the Hare to Princess, in exchanged for Pockets, his pilfered snuggle toy.

This episode is sort of a pastiche on the Godfather. It doesn't entirely reference the plot of the movie, at least not the plot points that are normally parodied, but the style is mostly here. It's a little more subtle than most, mostly sticking to using low-lighting, some psychological elements in the plot, and Princess acting like a Donna. The female equivalent of a Don, that is.

Princess has gained a new habit of stealing these snuggle toys from the poor kids that dared to be away from them for more than five seconds. According to her, these toys don't deserve to be snuggled by these neglectful children, and only by people. By that, she means that they need to give Princess what she wants, including homework assignments.

Unfortunately for Pepe, Princess has standards. Muscle Girl, that's her name as far as anyone knows, deems this diorama B+ worthy at best. Princess doesn't settle for anything less than perfection, and she decides Pockets should stay with her.

Pepe: But I used-a 4-a glue-a sticks on it!

Princess: Should have used 5.

He probably never had a chance anyway.

Muscle Girl then kicks poor Pepe out like a football, kicking off his mouth and nose, too. Joking aside, there's a good use of comedic timing here that got a chuckle out of me. Surprisingly, not the only one in this episode, believe it or not!

Along with being a Godfather-esque episode, this is another episode that seems to entirely focus on Princess's point of view, along with Witch's Crew and Can't Buy Love. They really seem to like this particular character, and yet they couldn't be bothered to give her episodes a unique background for its title card. If anything, it should be blue, because Blossom and Buttercup barely appear in this anyway. At least, I thought that was what the multi-colored backgrounds were for.

Even more fitting to the Godfather, it is Italian Week at Townsville Elementary, and one of the big events is a giant sculpture contest. Princess knows she can win that contest if she gets to bring that. Princess should know, she was the star of the episode where Bubbles actually lifted a building. This one doesn't have any people in it!

Princess does get some doubt from Dancer Guy, yes, that's his name as far as anyone is concerned. Come to think it, it is pretty fitting that Princess refuses to refer to her rap posse's members with their actual names, even if they had them. The Answer Guy knows that Bubbles never lets Octi out of her sight, and Princess takes this doubt quite well...

...by ordering Tiger to tear into Dancing Guy. This becomes a running gag, and I laughed every time it came up. Part of it is just how over the top it is; we even hear some rather violent ripping noises in following shots. There is a lot of violence in this episode, and none of it involved the Powerpuff Girls...yet?

We get a montage that doesn't come with a self-aware song about montages, where Princess tries in vain to steal Octi. She even has an Octi Stunt Double! I can see Bubbles doing that sort of thing.

Princess ends up echoing the Dancing Guy that couldn't dance around the tiger, saying that Bubbles never lets Octi out of her sight. This plot can't go any further until she can steal it, so what could happen? A sleeping potion, courtesy Discount? Princess just pointing somewhere and saying "look, it's Tara Strong"?

No, Bubbles just gets distracted by a butterfly, and then walks in the air in a way that makes her look incredibly silly. I am putting that very mildly, the only grace I can see is that they did not give her a ridiculous facial expression beyond her pupils shrinking. Gotta force that snuggle toy kidnapping somehow, I guess.

She looks around the playground. She looks around the lockers. She looks under the desks, throwing them aside whether they had kids on them or not in another case of random violence in this episode. She even checks the garbage can, continuing a rather interesting to me trend of this reboot putting the Powerpuff Girls in the garbage. In the end, she can't find Octi, and she reacts in a way one might expect.

The next morning, as Blossom and Buttercup are working on their entry in the giant sculpture contest, what looks like a regular-sized spaghetti and meatballs made out of paper mache, they notice that Bubbles is down in the dumps. Not Bubbles The Blue down in the dumps, but "I cried all night" down in the dumps. At least, that's what Blossom and Buttercup was saying; we don't get to see it beyond that "Octi" scream from a scene ago.

As she's holding her coffee cup, she tells the other two not to worry about it, because...

Bubbles: (in an entirely different voice) I'm taking care of it.

Yeah, this joke is a little out of place, even if I could commend them for not even shrinking her pupils here. It's just pure, serious rage, which is what you would expect. That's it, really, there's nothing here that isn't done a lot better in the next scene.

The only other aspect of this particular scene is that it starts a meatball-related gag. It barely comes up and isn't nearly as funny as the tiger mauling scenes, so why bring it up here?

At the school, Princess offers Bubbles a little help with her lost and found situation, but Bubbles decides to refuse that offer. She speaks, in monotone, that she will not play with her, because she only plays with Octi. It's not the kind of monotone where I can question if her voice actress got enough sleep the day before they recorded it, it's an intentional one. It's not really anyone from the Godfather as much as it is Liam Neeson's character from Taken. In fact, it kind of becomes more Taken than Godfather beyond this point.

I was a little taken aback by this character change at first; after that scene and with Bubbles' usual character, you'd think Bubbles would be childishly angry, or keeping a smile on her face while indicating to Princess that she will not like it when she's angry. In a way, that's sort of the point, as even Princess is freaked out by this change of character.

But Princess won't be intimidated by her anti-criminal threats, though she seemingly stops short of telling Bubbles "good luck". She opens her vault, the password being $$$$ because she's a rich girl, and takes out Octi. She then attempts to saw one of Octi's feet off with a sawed knife that she happened to be carrying. I don't think schools would allow that sort of thing, but I'm sure "affluenza" played a part in it.

Dancer Guy interrupts her before she can do that, because, unlike Bubbles and Donny, he can get the mail! He gets punished in the same way; with a tiger mauling by Tiger. She ends up reading the message anyway, and it turns out it's from Bubbles, with one clear message:

"Don't even think about it." Bubbles apparently correctly assumed that Princess would harm Octi...or did she know? Even Princess couldn't answer that.

While Bubbles is out of character, this note is sort of fitting for her. This threatening letter is written in cursive, has crude drawings that need descriptive text, and has little hearts all over it. None of the words are misspelled, and we all know how they love giving the coder the trait of something that causes syntax errors, but I am okay with that. Once again, Princess won't stand down by the threat, but she might need a little help.

She decides to get all the school bullies together, including Big Joey. Not to be confused with Joey the Camp Director or the late Joey the Milkshake That Was Sucked By The Devil. Don't ask. The Big Joey that ended up in Unicorn School in one episode raises the question on why they need to answer to Princess. It's because Princess stole their snuggle toys, too. There is a bit of humor in that these kids look way too old for them.

They manage to find her in the library, and they rush right in...only to come out with utter terror in their eyes. I would joke about how Bubbles probably made one of those horrifying faces, but it does make a lot of sense. Sure, Big Joey is practically the size of the door, but these are just regular children against someone who can fire lasers out of her eyes and lift towers with no problem whatsoever. Even Princess should know this, since the whole point was to get her to lift a tower.

That "steal the Tower of Pisa like Carmen Sandiego" plot gets forgotten, but it's easy to see why it would be forgotten. Princess is in a nervous wreck at this point, not getting a wink of sleep as she desperately clutches onto her stolen toy. Suddenly, a text message comes in, with another rather fitting way for a certain blue octopus seeker.

Princess: Knock knock? Who's there? Me? Uhh...me who?

Bubbles: Me...at your window.

Wow, Bubbles is so serious, she can't even do a proper knock-knock joke. Granted, she probably couldn't even with Octi. Bubbles just suddenly shows up at Princess's home. If the villains seem to know where the Powerpuff Girls live to crash their home, the Powerpuff Girls could know where the villains live, too. Princess adds another question to this.

Princess: But what about my 14 levels of security?

Bubbles: Should have used 15.

That's a good callback, though one might wonder how Bubbles would be able to reference a line she wasn't around for. A coincidence of coincidences? Actually, there's an answer for almost everything here, and one might not like it at first. Princess turns her bed into a giant golden robot suit, and at first, it seems like it works.

And then she gets knocked into the ceiling, and eventually, the robot is punched so hard that Princess falls off of her mansion. Presumably, to her death. Okay, sure, she's falling in what seems to be a grey void, but that is certainly the implication. I was joking about waiting for the Powerpuff Girls to do some violence in this episode; I was not expecting anything like this! Then again, murder might be a bit too much of a punishment for stealing a toy.

It is, as it turns out that it was all a dream. At least, up to the Princess's mansion getting invaded part. On one hand, what a cop out; Princess finally getting a beating for doing some villainous, and it had to be undone with the king of bad plot twists. On the other hand, considering this episode is about Princess psychologically tormented by Bubbles and her threatening stares and letters, it still works! Way to go, making me give a thumbs up to an "it's all a dream" scene.

As Princess eventually realizes said psychological torment will only stop if she gives Octi back, Dancer Guy comes in once again to offer Princess some delicious flapjacks. Noticing Princess is not exactly pleased by his interruption, he decides to snap his own fingers to get Tiger to gnaw on his bones again. I wasn't even expecting a payoff to that running gag, because this is PPG 2016, but color me surprised.

Princess decides to tell Bubbles that she won, giving back her precious toy. However, she wants Princess to give back all of the toys. We're left to question if Bubbles knew about this because of that one confrontation earlier in the episode. She normally doesn't seem that attentive to what's going on around her.

All the kids, at least, they're supposed to be kids, get back those toys, much to their delight. Princess asks if everyone's happy now, proving that she didn't really learn anything, and she gets her own punishment for it. Mauling by a tiger? No, silly, we can't have Princess get hurt outside of a dream!

She just gets crushed by a giant paper mache meatball. Oh yeah, that's what the Blossom and Buttercup plot was building up to. At least the Italian Week Sculpture Contest was not completely forgotten. The episode ends with Bubbles monotonously saying to Princess that if she ever wants to play with Octi again...

Bubbles: (suddenly happy again) Just ask!

(touches Princess with Octi)

Boop!

Again, I was taken aback at first, but after her monotonous and threatening voice in the last few scenes, it's good to see Bubbles happy after she got Octi back. It's a better ending than most endings in this show. When this was a See It First episode, I had a feeling this would be a shoo-in for at least an intended season finale. That feeling turned out to be incorrect, unfortunately.

Does the title fit?

They definitely tried to parody the Godfather, though there's no actual father in this entire episode. Oct-Mother would be more accurate, but it would obscure the reference.

How does it stack up?

Funny running gags, and an actually good attempt at a psychological horror story by kid's show standards. I enjoyed this episode, and not in a "guilty pleasure" sort of way. That's pretty rare.

Next, Sideline Dad? Sitcom Dad? May be more alike than you think!

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