#Where is Mary Amos?

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Disappearance of Mary Amos

Mary Amos circa 1968 (The Doe Network)

Mary Amos

Physical Description

Full Name: Mary Corrine Amos

Date of Birth: June 12. 1932

Race/Ethnicity: White/Caucasian

Sex: Female

Height: 5′7″ (67 inches) (170.18 cm)

Weight: 150 lbs (68.03 kg)

Hair Color: Red/Auburn

Eye Color: Green

Nicknames/Aliases

Corrine Flannigan

Corrine Keener

Mary C. Keener

Mary Davis

Corrine Davis

Mary Corrine Costello

Distinguishing Characteristics

Wars an upper dental plate

A vertical scar on her abdomen

Ears are pierced one time each

Family

Husband

Daughter

Case Information

Age at Disappearance: 36 (90 if still alive as of April 23, 2023)

Missing Since: December 31, 1968 (Missing for 54 years as of April 23, 2023)

Location Last Seen: Montclair, San Bernardino County, California, USA

Location Last Seen on Google Maps: https://www.google.com/maps/place/34%C2%B004'28.5%22N+117%C2%B041'46.6%22W/@34.0745742,-117.6962824,17z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m4!3m3!8m2!3d34.0745742!4d-117.6962824

Case Classification: Missing

Dentals: Unknown

Fingerprints: Unknown

DNA: Unknown

Clothing & Personal Effects

No official description provided

Circumstances of Disappearance

Mary left her home after an argument with her husband and was going to stay at a motel in Bell or Bell Gardens and not been since.

Unidentified Person Exclusions

https://www.namus.gov/MissingPersons/Case#/2856/investigations (9)

Misc. Info

Her daughter would later report her missing in 1991 upon learning that nobody reported her missing, including Mr. Amos

Contact Information/Investigating Agencies/Contact Agencies

Montclair Police Department

Agency Case Number: 91-2228

Agency Contact Personal: Administrative Specialist Marci Butler

Agency Phone Numbers

909-448-3600

909-621-4771

San Bernardino County Sheriff's Department- Coroner Division

Agency Contact Personal: Law Enforcement September Fonzi-Jones

Agency Phone Number: 909-387-2978

NamUs

Agency Case Number: #MP2856

Agency Contact Personal: Regional Program Specialist Allison O’Neal

Agency Phone Number: 817-372-4169

Agency Email Address: aoneal@rti.org

National Crime Information Center (NCIC)

Agency Case Number: M-651262444

Sources/Further Information/Places of Interest

https://charleyproject.org/case/mary-corrine-amos

https://www.namus.gov/MissingPersons/Case#/2856/details

https://www.doenetwork.org/cases/2920dfca.html

https://oag.ca.gov/missing/person/mary-corrine-amos

[archerzstarz]

Marauders olympics AU where James (Cuba), Remus (Great Britain, and Sirius (France) are all skateboarders, with Wolfstar Olympic rivals to lovers

We also have Regulus (France) and Pandora (France) as a Figure Skater

Barty (Germany) and Evan (France) on archery

Marlene (Great Britain) and Dorcas (Nigeria) on Rock Climbing

Peter (Germany) on Sailing

Mary (Jamaica) and Emmeline (China) on Gymnastics

Charity (Great Britain) and Amos (Great Britain) doing Badminton

Molly (Ireland) and Arthur (Ireland) on Football

Emma (Slovenia) on Handball

Lily (Australia) on Tennis

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Jealousy - Sirius Black

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Summary: When Y/N excitedly announces her first date with Amos Diggory, Sirius Black’s jealousy quickly gets the better of him.

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The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with its usual chaos. The Marauders lounged on their favorite couch, trading jokes and stories, while Lily Evans and her group of friends sat by the fire, discussing the latest gossip. The evening was comfortably familiar—until the door burst open.

You came running in, breathless and wide-eyed, as if you had just sprinted across the entire castle.

"What's wrong?" Lily asked, concern knitting her brows.

But your beaming smile quickly dispelled any worry. "Nothing's wrong!" you said, your voice practically trembling with excitement. "I just had to tell you all—Amos Diggory asked me out!"

Gasps and squeals erupted from the girls. They immediately crowded around you, peppering you with questions.

“When?” “Where?” “What did he say?” “What are you going to wear?”

You laughed, flustered but enjoying the attention. "He asked me after Potions today. We're going to Hogsmeade tomorrow night!"

The boys exchanged confused glances. James, ever the spokesperson, called out, “Hold on, hold on—Amos Diggory? Since when do you fancy anyone?”

Your cheeks flushed, and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Since he’s nice, smart, and, you know... handsome," you admitted.

James nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Fair enough.”

“Good for you,” Remus added warmly.

Peter gave you a thumbs-up. "Amos is decent."

Sirius, however, leaned forward, eyebrows furrowed in a frown. "Amos Diggory? Really? Of all people, him?"

Your smile faltered. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"Just that you could do a lot better,” Sirius said, his tone sharp. “He’s... dull. And too nice. Suspiciously nice.”

"Sirius!" Lily snapped, glaring at him.

Mary chimed in indignantly, “Amos Diggory is the dream guy. He’s polite, smart, and incredibly handsome.”

The other girls nodded in agreement, giggling again as they tugged you toward the staircase to the girls’ dorms. "Come on, we have to pick out your outfit!"

You cast a hesitant glance back at Sirius, but his stormy expression didn’t change. Shrugging it off, you let the girls drag you away.

The room fell quiet as the boys stared at Sirius.

“What?” Sirius grumbled, leaning back in his seat.

Remus slapped his arm. “Ow!” Sirius yelped, rubbing the spot.

“What the hell was that for?”

“For being an arse,” Remus said, whisper-yelling. “Why would you say that to her? She looked so happy!”

Sirius scowled. "I just think there’s something off about him."

“Rubbish,” James shot back. “You didn’t have to be so mean about it, though.”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, mate. You kind of ruined the moment.”

Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. I’ll apologize tomorrow.”

“Good,” Remus said firmly. “But not just because we’re telling you to. You’re jealous.”

Sirius’ head snapped toward him. “I am not!”

James snorted. “You’re jealous.”

Peter grinned. “Definitely jealous.”

Sirius groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. “I hate all of you.”

“Not as much as you hate Amos Diggory,” James quipped, dodging the pillow Sirius threw at him.

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The next day was a whirlwind of excitement. After hours of trying on different outfits with the girls, you finally settled on one that everyone agreed made you look stunning. Their compliments gave you a confidence boost as you descended the staircase to the common room.

Amos was waiting for you, looking polished yet approachable in his casual Hogsmeade attire. His smile widened as he saw you.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice warm.

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. “Thank you. You look nice too.”

He extended his arm. “Shall we?”

With a shy smile, you took his arm, and the two of you headed off toward Hogsmeade.

The Three Broomsticks was lively but not too crowded, the perfect spot for a cozy first date. Over butterbeers, you and Amos chatted easily, laughter punctuating your conversation. He was charming and surprisingly funny, keeping you giggling throughout.

What you didn’t realize was that someone else had spotted you from outside the pub.

Sirius Black, with the rest of the Marauders in tow, was in Hogsmeade to stock up on their usual supplies: prank items and enough sweets to fuel their mischief. While the others were distracted by Zonko’s display, Sirius had spotted you through the window, laughing with Amos Diggory.

The sight made his stomach twist. “Come on,” Sirius said, feigning nonchalance. “Let’s get a butterbeer.”

James raised a brow. “Now? I thought we were going to Honeydukes next.”

“Just one,” Sirius insisted, already heading for the door.

The bell above the door chimed as the boys entered, and your laughter stopped abruptly. You glanced toward the door and spotted them. Your eyes narrowed, immediately honing in on Sirius.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” you muttered under your breath.

Amos noticed your expression and turned to look. “Are those your friends?” he asked curiously.

You hesitated. “Not really. Give me a second.”

Sliding out of your chair, you made your way to the Marauders. Sirius’ face lit up with exaggerated surprise as you approached.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? Oh my gosh, are you on your date right now?”

You rolled your eyes, unamused. “Leave. Now.”

James and Remus exchanged guilty glances. “Sorry, Y/N,” James said quickly. “We didn’t know—”

Sirius interrupted, “I’m just here for a butterbeer! By the way, you look really lovely—”

“Out!” you snapped, glaring at him.

Peter tugged on Sirius’ sleeve. “Come on, mate. Let’s go.”

Grumbling under his breath, Sirius allowed himself to be dragged out. You turned back to Amos, forcing a smile.

“Sorry about that,” you said, sitting down.

Amos studied you for a moment. “Are you and Sirius... a thing?”

“Godric, no!” you said, horrified. “He’s just... a jerk.”

Amos tilted his head thoughtfully. “He likes you, you know.”

You frowned. “No, he doesn’t.”

“He does,” Amos insisted. “And I don’t want to get in the middle of that. But I’d like us to stay friends. I really enjoy hanging out with you.”

You tried to hide your disappointment and nodded. “Sure. Friends.”

Amos smiled gently and walked you back to the Gryffindor common room. Before leaving, he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

When you stepped into the common room, all eyes turned to you.

“How’d it go?” James asked, grinning.

“Horrible,” you snapped, glaring pointedly at Sirius.

He raised his hands in defense. “I barely did anything!”

“Barely?” you repeated, incredulous. “Thanks to you, Amos thinks you like me, and now we’re just going to ‘stay friends’ because he doesn’t want to come between us!”

The room went silent. Sirius’ mouth opened, but no words came out.

“You what?” Lily hissed, rounding on Sirius.

“I didn’t mean—”

“I’m going to bed,” you said sharply, cutting him off. The girls immediately followed, throwing Sirius matching death glares as they escorted you upstairs.

Once you were gone, James shook his head. “You really messed up, mate.”

“I know,” Sirius muttered, guilt tugging at him. “I’ll fix it.”

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Later that night, a hesitant knock echoed at your dorm door. Lily answered, her sharp glare softening only slightly when she saw Sirius standing there, his usual confidence replaced with a sheepish, almost boyish look.

“She doesn’t want to see you, Sirius,” Lily said, crossing her arms.

“Please, Lily,” Sirius begged, his voice uncharacteristically earnest. “I just want to apologize. I feel awful about everything.”

Before Lily could shut the door in his face, your voice called from inside, soft but firm, “Let him in.”

Lily rolled her eyes but opened the door wider. “Fine. But if you make her cry again, I’ll hex you into next week.”

Sirius gave her a faint nod of understanding and stepped inside. The sight of you made his heart clench. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, hugging a pillow to your chest. Your cheeks were streaked with dried tears, your eyes red from crying.

“What do you want, Sirius?” you asked, your tone weary.

He stood awkwardly for a moment before kneeling down in front of you. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of your favorite candies, placing them in your lap.

“I’m sorry,” he began, his voice unusually quiet. “For everything. I didn’t mean to ruin your date or make you cry. That was never my intention. I just...” He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to find the words. “I screwed up. Big time.”

You stared down at the bag of sweets in your lap, your fingers brushing against the crinkling paper. “Why did you do it, Sirius?”

He sighed deeply, tilting his head back like he was searching for courage in the ceiling. Then, he looked at you, his gray eyes vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before.

“Because Amos was right,” he admitted softly. “I was jealous.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. “Jealous?”

He nodded, his voice shaking slightly. “I hated seeing you with him. I wanted to be the one sitting across from you, making you laugh. I wanted to be the one you were excited to see. The truth is... I like you, Y/N. A lot. And I have for ages. But I didn’t know how to tell you. I was scared. Scared that you’d laugh at me or that you wouldn’t feel the same.”

The room was thick with silence. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, his usual cocky demeanor completely gone, replaced with raw sincerity.

“I ruined it for you,” he continued, his voice breaking slightly. “And I’ll never forgive myself for that. But I needed you to know. Even if it doesn’t change anything, even if you hate me now.”

Sirius stood slowly, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”

He turned and began walking toward the door.

“Wait,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sirius froze mid-step. He turned back around, his expression unreadable, and found you standing just a few feet away. Your pillow had fallen to the floor, forgotten.

Before he could say anything, you stepped closer, rising onto your toes, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. It was quick and tentative, but enough to make Sirius’ breath hitch.

When you pulled back, you smiled faintly. “I like you too, you idiot.”

His eyes widened in surprise before a grin broke across his face—a genuine, boyish grin that made your heart flutter. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice almost disbelieving.

You nodded, your own smile growing. “Yeah.”

Without hesitation, Sirius reached out, cupping your face gently in his hands. His thumb brushed your cheek as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a deeper, more passionate kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty—just the overwhelming warmth of finally crossing the line between friends and something so much more.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Sirius rested his forehead against yours, his grin never fading.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Then why didn’t you?” you teased lightly, your cheeks warm.

“Because I’m a coward,” he said with a chuckle. “But I promise I’ll make up for it.”

You laughed softly, and Sirius kissed you again, as if to prove his point.

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A/N ~ guys I’m running out of ideas, please feel free to send requests!!!

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dont get me wrong, I dont endorse micahs actions at all, but it really feels like once a character genuinely has bad qualities, they shut down even trying to explore further. so do you think you could talk a bit more about Micahs complexities? or maybe some links to your posts I must have missed? :}

I actually haven't talked that much about it, I am planning to, I have an Amos Bell post in my head that I need to write down, but

This one is about Micah asking Mary-beth to dance with him which to me feels like him geuiently seeking out friendship and companionship, it isn't lustful like with Abigail or Susan, it isn't mocking like with Arthur, it is him actually being human and seeking out a friend.

Other than that, Micah is human, he is a person and just like anyone else he is going to long for friendship, people, trust, companionship, and he tries to find that wherever he can. he tried to reach out to his brother, but was shut down so he tries in camp and is also shut down.

He talks shit about not being scared of anything, yet he is too scared to sleep inside the camp or anywhere where he can be seen or found. He has a dream of a small, tight crew, but he gets scared and creates a big one instead.

He longs for the family he had but lost, his life was pretty much ruined from the start due to whom he was raised by.

[moonytoasted]

alice fortescue - headcanons !!

friends with hestia jones, lily, narcissa (and sometimes andromeda, by association), amos diggory, and frank longbottom

quiet (not shy) but speaks her mind when necessary

nobleflower happened at somepoint...

frank and alice kissed once in 3rd year (spin the bottle... ew!!) and then kissed many more times in 6th. and 7th. and the rest of their lives

shes a painter !!! idk where i got this from, but she absolutely loves going hiking and painting the wildflowers she sees growing.

most of her friends are really extroverted, so talking with quiet, thoughtful, narcissa relaxes her

best friends with hestia :3

she's mary's mentor !! mary was a scared + confused muggleborn, and alice was a prefect...

3rd

she has cats... maybe

always kept tabs on narcissa, just to know.

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Off Limits: No More

Damian's POV

I took a deep breath as I looked in the bathroom mirror. The last bead of sweat had been dropped and the audience had left. I was dressed and ready to meet y/n at her office. The events of earlier this evening playing in my mind. I had professed my undying love for her in front of everyone. I was suddenly nervous heading to meet y/n even though we spent countless hours talking, laughing, sharing our deepest darkest secrets, wishes and dreams. The past seven months had been amazing and now here I was heading to meet y/n like it was the first time.

"Well Luis. Here goes nothing," I said grabbing my gear bag and heading to y/n's office. It was tucked at the end of a long corridor a few doors down from Paul's office. I raised my hand and knocked on her office door. I stood there every ounce of nervous energy seeping out of my body as I hear footsteps and eventually the door opened.

"Hi," said y/n as she wore a smile and a black dress that flattered her every curve.

"Hi," I said sounding more like Mickey Mouse than the six foot five man I am. Y/N giggles lightly. I cleared my throat "I mean hi," I said again this time in my own voice "You ready?"

She nodded "I am," she grabbed her rolling luggage.

I offered my arm as she laced her arm through it as she stepped from her office pulling the door close as she stepped from it.

"My rental is just outside the exit," I said as we headed in the same direction as a lot of our co-workers. Some still whispering and pointing in our direction as y/n gasped as she turns.

"Dominik Oscar. You gave me a fright," she said.

"Lo siento tía y/n," he said.

"Next time just call my name and not just run up behind me and tap me like you did at ten."

"Lo siento tía y/n. Can I talk to Luis for a moment?" he said as Demi swoops in looping her arm with y/n's and leading her away from us.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Look I know how you feel about tía y/n and I know how tía y/n feels about you. But I have just one request."

"And that's?" I asked.

"Please be good to her. She deserves it. She is probably one of the most constants in my life after my parents, sister and Marie. She's been there for me since I was five. She is also one of the first people who met Marie after my family."

"Look Dom," I said putting a hand on his shoulder "You don't have to worry. I care about y/n. I really really care about her. More than any other woman I have ever dated."

"Good," said Dominik "Keep it that way. Because I won't be the only one you would have to deal with. Mom would probably kick your ass so would Aalyah. But so would Becky, Maryse and all the other Moms that have had y/n take care of their kids through the years. Trust me Mama Bears are scary."

I chuckled as my head turns to where y/n is talking with Demi and Colby "Trust me no Mamá Bears will be coming for my head. I promise. I'll treat y/n with all the love and respect I have to offer. Now can I please rejoin her? I'm pretty sure like me she's hungry and would like to go eat."

"Okay. Go ahead," he said before running to y/n and giving her a big hug "Te amo tía y/n."

"Te amo Dominik. Drive safely," she said kissing his cheek "And be good."

We watched as he, Demi and Colby all head to the exit. I looked at y/n "Ready, again?" I asked. She smiles as I offered my arm again. She laced her arm with mine as a few more co-workers passed us and gave her a once over before rolling their eyes. They quickly whisper to one another and then laugh "You know you should share with the class!" I said as they turned to look at me.

"Luis. Don't worry about it. I'm used to looks and whispers. I know how some women can be so insecure that they have to bring another woman down. Forgetting that I could care less what their fake asses have to say."

She and I walked passed them. They stare a hole into y/n and gave me a dirty look as I pressed a kiss onto the top of y/n's head.

"Good for you," I said as I looked at them "Maybe they forgot to pack manners."

Y/N giggles lightly as we made it to my rental. I pop the trunk and we throw our luggage into the back as I took y/n's hand in mine. I escorted her to the passenger door. I opened it and helped her into the SUV before closing the door and then rounded the front getting into the driver's side.

"Mind if I play some music?" she asked as I started the SUV.

"No. Not at all," I said.

" Well are you sure? It's not exactly metal," she admits sheepishly "It's a collection of love songs."

"Play away mariposa," I said as she hooked up her phone to the Bluetooth and Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words) by Frank Sinatra plays over the speakers. I smiled "Oh ole blue eyes."

She nodded softly "Love some of his songs," she said as the song faded out and Perfect Duet by Ed Sheeran and Beyoncé began as I smiled as I put the SUV into gear and pulled from the spot.

"Mm. I think I might not mind this playlist especially since I get to listen to it with you," I said as I took her hand into mine. Lacing our fingers before bringing her hand to my lips and kissing the back of it. She smiles softly at me as I placed our intertwined fingers onto the center console as I drove into the fall night as Lady by Kenny Rogers began. I smiled as I listened to the lyrics. My eyes began to tear up. I let out a slow and steady breath. Y/N's head turned to me as I un laced our fingers to wipe away tears.

"You okay?" she asked softly.

I nod as I wipe away tears "Yeah. I just this song. I mean I have heard it before but wow. Now. Now these lyrics hit differently."

"How so?" she asked a bit of apprehension laced in her voice.

"I-" I swallowed back a sob "You."

She looks at me as tears fill her beautiful green eyes "Really?!" she asked swallowing hard.

I nod as I pulled over and stopped the car. I turned to her "I know it probably so-" she put a finger to my lips.

"No. It doesn't sound dumb. It's. God Lionel Richie fuck he wrote some powerful lyrics when he wrote this song and yeah. I feel the same exact way about you."

"You. You. You do?" I asked.

Her tears fell as she shrugged "Yeah. Luis. These past seven months of getting to know each other better has been the most magical seven months of my entire life. Those long nights of talking until the sun came up on us. Or how I always looked forward to coming to work because we could talk and see each other. Or how we would steal a few minutes away from everyone," she laughed lightly as her tears fell "I-I-I love you. I mean you know that but I-"

"I don't want to spend another day with out you. Marry me!" I said.

Y/N blinks at me "I-are you?" she searched my face and her face lit up "Yes."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise "Yes?! You said yes?"

Y/N laughs lightly "Yes. I said yes," she said.

I grabbed her face and pressed my lips to hers "Let's go to Vegas!" I said breaking the kiss.

"Now?" she asked her face a mixture of shock and contemplating.

"Well I mean of course we have to go to the hotel and get our clothes and like check out but yes now!"

Y/N laughed lightly "Okay let's go to Vegas!"

I laughed as I put the SUV into gear and head for the hotel instead of dinner. We were heading to Las Vegas to get married.

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[mysoulspiralbound]

drew the Omori party in outfits a little more fit for their adventures than there pj's

explanations, dnd classes, close up's, and Mari & Basil under the cut

Omori is the party's bard, despite looking and acting like a rogue. as both an artist and a poet, i thought bard suited him better. working with his monochrome color palette was a challenge, but i'm really happy with how it turned out. a fun fact is that me wondering where the heck omori was keeping a knife on his person (combined with my horror at him running around deep well in his socks) is what inspired this design series. i'd like to imagine that Mewo is his familiar.

Aubry is a barbarian based on her focus on strong attacks and her ability to channel her anger into large damage. i tried to keep the shaping and color of these designs mostly the same, though obviously more embellished, as she's literally running around barefoot in a nightgown in cannon. sturdy gloves and boots are an adventuring must, and i picked her meteor hammer cause i think it's her coolest weapon. i will never understand why Sweatheart's pillow somehow deals more damage.

Kel is a kind of trickster rouge — he's not great at stealth, but he's got the highest dex of the party and he's not bad at traps. he's got a lot of colors in his shirt which was kind of a challenge, and i really went back and forth on what player class to give him. his pouch is for additional amo, and his gloves are based on archers globes, since he's the only one who uses ranges weapons in the party. if i redoing this, i would might get rid of his undertunic and/or leg wraps. they were added for protection, but i feel they're mostly just cluttering up the design.

lastly, Hero is a paladin, based both on his healing abilities and his knight in shining armor energy. i picked pink as his accent color cause it contrasted best while still remaining in the omori pallet. his pj's were the hardest to match into a proper adventurer's outfit, so Hero's armor is largely independent of his canon design. the rose on his chest is a reference to his charming personality, the chivalry expected of knights, and his flower from basil's garden. it's also there to fill space, as his design was looking a little to plain otherwise. his kitchen knife is gold to match his little sparkles and to avoid having it blend too deeply into his armor.

Basil definitely has some strong "your princess is in another castle vibes, so that's what i went with for his outfit. he's got his classic flower crown, and i tried to put as much plant imagery as possible into his dress. i switched the princes gloves for gardening ones in his redesign, as well as changing how the dress layered so the lacing didn't run all the way down the garment. the frills on his sleeves and hem are designed to look like petals!

last but not least it's Mari! i've kind of got two versions of her, but i do very much like both. first, i drew her as a wizard, based a little bit on gandalf's habit of showing up, lending the party a helping hand before disappearing to do "important wizard stuff." she's important and helpful when she shows up, but ultimately, the party has to do things on their own. her spell component pouch and her staff both have her picnic basket theming added, as it's symbolic of her healing abilities and the safety she provides the party.

the other version i drew of her leaned more towards cleric based on her role as healer. she'd be a deeply religious figure, possibly having it be revealed later on that she's more powerful than the party knows. i incorporated her picnic pattern here as well, and kept the style of her shoes, since she is literally the only one of the main six who wears them in the dreamscape. like wizard!Mari, her necklace and the ribbon around her head are both callbacks to the ribbon tied around her neck in her original design.

[tellmeallaboutit]

knock knock (Raphael x Player)

Chapter 17, In Which You Decide To Die

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Apollonia Saintclair

You'd think Bumby would be seething, but the man was clinically incapable of any emotion. Maybe that's why he had this weird fascination with getting into other people’s heads.

He did say it was a bad idea (a horrendous judgement call, were his exact words) and he was very disappointed (of course, he would no longer be making a million a month off you) at Mr D'Avergnis's impulsive decision.

He made Raul sign a waiver about possible risks to your health and then had his whole team go through your pill regimen while you enjoyed the thought of spitting them out in their grey worn-out faces.

"Until our paths cross again, Mrs Berger," Angus bid adieu as you climbed up the ladder into the private jet.

"Hopefully never," you replied.

He seemed entirely unconvinced.

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Before you even arrived at the villa, Raul had made sure you fulfilled your promise to him twice over. First in the cramped restroom of the jet, five minutes of you bending over the porcelain sink, his fingers in your hair, as he whispered "Ti amo" repeatedly in your ear (he kept repeating it as if he was trying to understand what that words mean).

Then again in the backseat of the limousine. What started as you taking a nap on Raul’s lap quickly turned into him guiding your head onto his cock. Poor Yurgir (now Yuri, shrunk back to his bulky and grumpy Russian self) tried to focus on the road ahead, hiding behind the black partition.

Luckily for him, he didn't have to focus for too long; there weren't many things you excelled at, but there were some. You completed the task in record time. Raul drifted off into sleep shortly after, and you pondered if there was any way to discreetly remove his cross while he slumbered.

Unfortunately, you didn't come up with a solution before reaching your destination.

***

No one in the villa was happy to see you again.

The villa itself had not changed much; but the things that had changed you did not like. A sudden influx of religious paraphernalia; crucifixes on the walls, the dark wood stark against the pale paint of the villa. A statue of the Virgin Mary in the corner where there used to be an abstract work of art. 

"Feeling better?" said Camilla, her arms crossed, as she saw you in the foyer. 

She looked ever more tired than the last time you saw her.

"I am," you said with a victorious smile. 

"Really?"

"Really," you nodded. "Angus explained some things to me and it all makes perfect sense now. How did you ever explain kissing my hand, Camilla?"

"I've been thinking about it," she said calmly. "Schizophrenogenic environment."

"Huh?"

"Hang out with the crazy, get crazy yourself”.

"Good thing we're all so much better now," you grinned. "Angus fixed me really good. So, was Davos such a flop that Raul turned to God?"

You gave everything around you a pointed look.

"On the contrary," Camilla corrected you sharply. "A huge success. I'm constantly fending off journalists day and night...I guess I underestimated people’s capacity for idiocy... They are making him out to be some kind of messiah figure. Stravinsky's death added to the effect."

"What a strange coincidence, huh?", you asked.

"Mmm-hmm," came Camilla's nonchalant reply.

"I feel so much better now that I know it was not my fault”, you said. “Back there I had this thought that I wished her dead and that was why she had a heart attack."

"Hm-mm," Camilla hummed, slowly backing away from you. "Let's not wish for something like that again, okay?"

"Why not? It's not like anything would actually happen. I am not crazy anymore, remember? I cannot do miracles. I wish, though… I wish…”

You watched as Camilla backed up until she was flush against the wall - a thrill ran through you at her discomfort. 

"Just kidding”, you said. “But honestly, what's with the whole Catholic craze? Is Raul trying to ward something off or is he fully in his Prophet role now?"

"Mmm," was all Camilla offered. 

You waited for more, but the silence continued.

"Good chat," you quipped. "See you around."

***

The confinements of you patient room were extended to a whole villa now, but you had your phone back. You had your phone back and you were free to move around the perimeter, at least. Outside was still off-limits. 

Well, count your blessings.

As you settled down in bed for the evening, you checked the tabloids for the latest gossip; according to them, you disappeared because you were pregnant and Raul was hiding you from the public because.. superstitions or something. Some more unhinged ones wrote you were carrying the new Jesus Christ. 

Clowns.

Next, you searched for “Raphael BG3”. Before you did so, you made sure to hide underneath a blanket, just in case any hidden cameras were watching. It had been far too long since you had seen Raphael’s real face.

Far too long. Where are you, you mouthed at the screen. Where the hell are you? How can I get you back? I miss you.

"Want to play hide and seek?" you heard a deep baritone say. 

CHRIST ON A BIKE! You promptly clicked away and peered from under your blanket.

Yes, of course it was Raul, there to remind you that your never-ending bill was still running. He was getting ready for bed (scandalously early than you expected, not even 10pm), busy unbuttoning his shirt button after button, and he was already giving you The Look. 

Is Raul really forty-seven? Who fucks so much at forty-seven? He should see a doctor, it's not normal. He pulled the blanket off you and looked at your nondescript white t-shirt and plain panties as if you were wearing Agent Provocateur.

Yes, you were definitely about to get fucked. 

Again. 

And again. 

Until you figure out how to get Raphael back. 

Perhaps a ritual to summon the devil? Pentagrams and black candles?

"You're so beautiful," Raul said, pulling down his boxers and giving his erection a few pumps. "I'm delighted to have you back."

You let out a strategic moan as Raul gently guided you onto your back, his index and middle fingers slipping inside you. Not as easily as they used to, that’s for sure.

"You're not wet," Raul said.

Why should you be? Because he showed you his cock?

"…You were always wet before," he continued, a frown on his face. "Even before I touched you. I adored that"

"Pills," was your quick reply. "Side effects. But there's an easy fix."

"Mmhm," he nodded. "Of course."

You were referring to the lubricant, but Raul decided to play the gentleman instead, positioning himself between your knees and planting kisses on your thighs. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the gel that kept it slicked back, and clenched it into a fist. 

Not a bad angle, actually. Same hairline, similar foreheads. Yes, great angle. As his tongue circled around your clit, you arched into his mouth, trying your best to relax and go along with it.

Raul looked up at you. Ugh, no, no, wrong eye colour, stop looking, look somewhere else.

"Move your tongue from left to right, horizontally," you asked. "With a bit more force”.

Raul heeded your words. You gave him another critical look, head bobbing as he licked and sucked and moaned. Handsome, yes, more than you cared to admit, more than he deserved, but no, you were not going to come under his tongue for all his efforts.

So you began to strategically time your moans - starting softly, gently, then getting louder - but not too loud. You placed "yeah" and "like that" and "mm, yeah baby" at equal intervals.

He was buying it, you think, looking more and more smug, so you thought it was time to moan a little harder and build up to the final OH YES I AM COMING. You threw your head back and clenched your cunt rhythmically. 

"Brava, mia bella," Raul gasped, the bottom of his face glistening.

Raul wasted no time in climbing on top nd pushing his erection inside you, and you saw red for the second he did which you masked behind “oh, yes, baby” scream.

"Cazzo sì”, he grunted. Crude, but strangely attractive in that Italian mobster sort of way. 

Not that it would help him. That gift Raphael had given you, the pleasure you could achieve by being penetrated, was gone. Completely. You’d have to rub yourself to come underneath Raul (like with any other mortal man), so you resorted to that.

He wedged his knees beneath your thighs to hoist you against his thrusts while his cross swung with each movement; beads of sweat rained down onto you from above. Perhaps you could just yank that cross. Yes, why not. Rip it off and maybe—just maybe—that would liberate Raphael. 

"What are you doing?" Raul stuttered as the gold chain tightened around his neck and he collapsed on top of you. "You want it rougher? No, not in your condition. The doctor said..."

"Fuck Angus," you said, pulling harder, Raul’s reddened, pained face suddenly doing it for you. 

The bloody chain just wouldn't break. 

"Ah, fuck it. Get down on all fours," he said, and you were more than happy to oblige - it was much easier to imagine him as Raphael doing it from behind. He grabbed your hips, clearly venting some pent-up frustrations on you - hair pulling, ass slapping - pounding into you as if he could somehow rid you of Raphael.

Until he slowed down all of sudden.

"…do you remember the night we did coke?" Raul leaned down, his voice full of some intention you could not decipher yet, but definitely nothing good.

Nothing good at all.

"Coke and olanzapine don't mix well," you managed to say between thrusts.

"No, of course not," he snickered. "That's not what I meant. You remember when I tied you up, vibrator in your pussy, and fucked your from behind?"

...yeah, that's not what you remember. 

Having said that, Raul rubbed his wet thumb against your bum. Panic washed over you - God forbid he thought about anal, because today wasn't the day for it.

"No... No... Not today."

Not tomorrow either. Actually, no day was good for anal anymore.

"You loved it last time. You came so hard," he said. "Or is your ass a privilege you only grant the devil?"

His voice took on a cold, metallic tone every time he veered close to the subject of Raphael. 

"No, no. It’s just... the pills messed with my stomach,” you tried to explain yourself. “I don’t want to shit all over the sheets."

"...There's no need for such explicit imagery," Raul chastised before removing his finger. "Fine, when you feel better. God, you cannot imagine all the things I want to do to you when you finally feel better".

You cannot imagine all the things I want to do to you, Raul.

Then he resumed his rhythm and took it up a notch.

"My name”, he said, his fingers digging into your thighs.

"Raul?" You guessed correctly but then realized what he probably wanted something else. “Ah. Raul. Fuck me, Raul. Fuck me, daddy, fuck me hard”.

That’s it, he was coming two thrusts later - then withdrawing as swiftly as he had entered. You didn’t manage to come after all. Teetering close and yet so far, nothing but fog in your brain. You need to flush these damn pills down the toilet.

Raul stretched lazily next to you, looking so satisfied that the urge to punch him was almost overwhelming. 

“Was Raphael better?” he asked in a tone that was meant to sound like he was joking but came off as anything but.

“No”, you said as you looked into the window you once saw Avernus in - you wish you would ever see it again. “You are the best”.

He laid himself on a pillow and snuggled you tight; his face softened, with this slight trace of guilt as he gently stroked your stomach.

“Do you think we should marry in Napoli or Rome, my love?"

“Avernus,” slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

"You mean the lake?" he repeated, slightly confused. "You know, it's actually a beautiful idea. Lakeside wedding in some medieval castle. Yes, I could see that".

Read the rest on Ao3

[majormeilani]

Inspired by my previous ask, I have a question for your and Mice's (if she wants to join) Sunshine OCs :] Absolutely no pressure to do this for all the characters, but are there any characters where you find songs that make you think about them? Any songs you would both like?

ooooh boy. yes there are songs that remind us of the sunshine characters. we do have a really old playlist of songs that remind us of them/related to each of them but it's a little dated and outdated a bit but here's song that remain:

falling for the first time - barenaked ladies (main theme)

counting stars - onerepublic (secondary theme & one of ruben’s songs)

torn apart - bastille (tertiary theme)

on melancholy hill - gorillaz (i forget this one's association but it's likely an overall theme of sorts)

born - onerepublic (another overarching theme)

black and blue - edie brickel and the new bohemians (tiger and sparky theme and sparky’s voice claim)

everybody loves me - onerepublic (song that got related to gordon since he tends to be a heavily favored character of the group lol)

skater boy - avril lavigne (a jokingly associated song with darby for her love of skateboarding)

things we lost in the fire - bastille (another darby song but semi ties with things beyond her in the story too ;) )

get a clue - simon & milo- prozzak (a song mice said suited falin)

life in color - onerepublic (another falin theme that his story explains the purpose of its association)

pocketful of sunshine - natasha bedingfield (a riley theme that was also a joke since her overalls have a sun stitched onto the pocket but ended up working too lol)

true love - p!nk (norie song)

rabid - nicole dollanganger (norie song)

little talks - of monsters and men (natalie song)

alligator - of monsters and men (natalie song)

hello seattle - owl city (i forget the association of thos one but i think it was a zaria song)

fireflies - owl city (i also think this was a zaria song ? but i forget)

ghost - ella henderson (a maribelle song)

girl - tori amos (marcy’s main theme)

hello/how are you - road’s cover, specifically (calandra’s theme)

oblivion - bastille (another calandra's theme)

mercy street - nicole dollanganger (another calandra's theme)

little wonders - rob thomas (one of benny’s songs)

pretty girls - prozzak (another falin song i think ??)

pinch me - barenaked ladies (another falin song)

these streets - bastille (a nancy song)

start a fire - ryan star (norie and zeta song)

razor - foo fighters (one of benny's songs)

is there somewhere - halsey (this was kinda a song for the couples and relationships in the story)

hold me down - halsey (related to the sins)

willow - jasmine thompson (related to all the characters but a lesser theme)

icarus - bastille (this was a zaria theme at one point but i don't think it fits his story all that much anymore but it still reminds me of him)

losing my mind - mystery skulls (at one point this was a bailey song)

panic room - aurora (a bailey song)

angel of mercy - onerepublic (i think this was a kani song?)

umbrella - rihanna (kani song)

i was an island - john allison weiss (a kani song)

lethargy - bastille (a warren song)

greek tragedy - the wombats; also the bastille remix (zeta and norie song like. their true theme)

kids - onerepublic (all the kids lol)

queen of peace - florence and the machine (maribelle song)

time - timbaland ft she wants revenge (norie song or at least one that reminds mice of her)

bad apple - touhou (mary song but more because of an inside joke)

the prostitute - sad robot (a norie song from mice)

walk to oblivion (calandra song)

bloody shirt - to kill a king; bastille remix (a zeta song with small benny tie ins)

bad blood - bastille (zeta and norie song)

and there are more for sure just haven't logged them down beyond these ones lolll mice can def say even more that i have forgotten, i know not everyone has one listed here but i will have to remeber all the ones i had found beyond since this list is YEARS old lolll

[zmarylou]

FATHER IN HEAVEN PLEASE, HEAR ME;

"You see the smile that's on my mouth It's hiding the words that don't come out And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed They don't know my head is a mess No, they don't know who I really am And they don't know what I've been through like you do And I was made for you All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am"

Desde pequena, Mary-Louise sentia uma presença protetora que a guiava em momentos de incerteza. Ela acreditava que essa voz era de Deus, mas ao descobrir que era Zeus, a conexão se intensificou. Para ela, Zeus é mais que um pai; ele é uma figura divina digna de total devoção e respeito. Com uma fé inabalável, Mary-Louise confia que Zeus, como soberano e pai de todos os deuses, sabe o que é melhor para ela, mesmo nos momentos mais difíceis.

Realiza orações diárias e faz pequenos sacrifícios em honra a Zeus, buscando se conectar espiritualmente e mostrar sua lealdade. Ela vê cada missão e batalha como uma chance de demonstrar sua devoção. As cicatrizes que possui são, para ela, marcas de honra, simbolizando sua disposição de sacrificar tudo pelo bem maior e pela glória dos deuses. Embora sua ligação mais forte seja com Zeus, Mary-Louise mantém profundo respeito por todos os deuses, reconhecendo sua importância e honrando-os em suas ações e pensamentos. Para ela, os deuses são guias e protetores, figuras merecedoras de reverência que mantêm a ordem e o equilíbrio no mundo.

"I need to hear you, u are the light that's leading me to the place where I find peace again." p.o.v. mary-louise.

A presença de Mary-Louise no altar era constante e dedicada. Ela mantinha o local impecável e fazia visitas diárias. A maior estátua era uma majestosa representação de mármore de Zeus, ocupando o lugar de destaque e recebendo a maior quantidade de oferendas. A ruiva limpava o local com esmero, certificando-se de que seu pai tivesse sempre algo belo para contemplar. Nas últimas semanas, dedicara-se a entalhar na madeira a figura de uma águia, símbolo de Zeus. Mesmo com as mãos queimadas, não desistira; sua determinação era tão sólida quanto seu coração.

A construção da cabeça da águia não fora fácil, envolvera lágrimas e literalmente sangue de Mary-Louise. A força empregada para moldar a madeira de carvalho — a preferida de Zeus — inflamava as queimaduras em suas mãos, mas a dor física não a detinha, não quando tinha tanto a agradecer. Estava viva e determinada a expressar sua gratidão.

Naquela manhã, após dormir apenas duas horas, Mary-Louise finalizara os últimos preparativos. Colhera flores e preparara um bolo decorado com pequenas flores brancas e azuis, simbolizando o céu. Trouxera novas velas e um pingente de ouro em forma de raio. Em uma segunda viagem, carregara pedras de lápis-lazúli e um galho robusto de oliveira, uma das árvores preferidas de Zeus.

Ela removeu as oferendas antigas, organizando as novas com reverência, e então se sentou para contemplar o altar. Observando o fruto de seu zelo e dedicação, sentiu-se conectada ao pai divino, certa de que cada esforço era um gesto de seu amor.

"Pai, eu nem sei mais se você tá me ouvindo e... eu de verdade espero que esteja, eu sinto tanto a sua falta, de ouvir sua voz, tudo parece tão fora do natural, eu espero que esteja bem, com todo meu coração. Me desculpe por duvidar e eu juro, estou fazendo o meu melhor para não questionar a sua vontade, eu confio nela, eu confio em você mas nesse exato momento eu não a entendo... o que você precisa de mim? Eu venho tentando buscar por uma resposta pra tudo mas só encontro mais perguntas. Obrigada por poupar minha vida mais uma vez, I hope i can live up to the gift of life you once again gave me, ao menos eu espero que você tenha me ajudado. Você deveria se orgulhar bastante do Raynar, ele puxou bastante de você. Anyways eu nem sei mais o que eu to falando, to só enchendo sua paciência divina, desculpa... Eu te amo, se for da sua vontade por favor, nos ajude a encontrar algum senso no meio de toda essa loucura. Por favor, aceite minha oferta em sinal de minha devoção."

[beaconfeels]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, and publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Hello my little ray of sunshine <3 Always a pleasure to have you in my inbox. It’s night where I am so you get soft and slow vibes.

1. Let It Go by James Bay—like falling asleep on a gently rocking boat

2. Wild Sweet by Starling Arrow & Ayla Nereo—gives me the same feeling as hymns from my childhood without all the attached religious trauma

3. The Long Way Home by Norah Jones—Feels Like Home is one of those rare “no skips” albums for me

4. Keep It Loose, Keep It Tight by Amos Lee—you’re lying in bed on a warm night with white lace curtains blowing in the breeze from the open window, and the cute neighbor boy is playing his guitar on the porch

5. Sing To Me by Mary Lambert—the romantic in me has gone feral and run off into the woods to do love spells

[dragon-fly34]

Where did aunt Marie and uncle Arthur met for the first time? And what was Marie’s reaction when Arthur asked to married her and raise a daughter together?

Hi! Thanks for the ask, I needed it 🙏🫂

(I will answer the questions in sequences starting with the first and until the last 👍)

Besides, I already had some ideas when they met on my roleswap AU, but I never got back to them so I'll mention Roleswap AU in the ask too.

Have a good read and follow everything as there is a lot of text:

After the birth of Mario and Luigi, Mario's family had to leave MK due to Kamek's kidnappings, remembering that Arthur and Marie didn't even know each other at that time, we imagine that the family tried to forget all that trauma and make Mario and Luigi have a normal life (?)

(I'm not that good at this type of text so don't judge me because of that)

So when the Mario brothers were around 6 to 8 years old, they looked at their uncles and asked "why don't you have a wife for yourself like our father?" and the uncles looked nervously at their nephews and replied "because we haven't felt true love like your father" and then they were like that 🤨

Maybe Arthur saw Marie one day and they started talking a lot and soon saw that they had a lot in common, so they started seeing each other a lot.

Marie loved Arthur's playful way, it was very cute even at times annoying, he was also very gentlemanly with her, imagine him teaching her Italian:

Arthur: You're doing well in Italian Marie, but I want to teach you a great word. Marie: Great, what's the word Arthur? Arthur: Ti amo amore mio (I love you, my love) Marie: What does this mean? Arthur: It means I love you my love. Marie: Questo è così carino e adorabile... ( Arthur: 🥹💞

Arthur soon realized that he felt something different than he felt for Marie, it was something different when it was with his brothers (Pio and Tony), his parents and his sister-in-law Mia, it didn't take long for his brothers to ask “Chi è questa Marie, fratello? La tua ragazza?” and he answered “Lei è solo un'amica! Non una ragazza, idioti!” and then he runs after the two, blushing with rage.

Also in Roleswap AU, the two met at a party (maybe MK's birthday or a reunion of the kingdoms) Arthur was still prince of the Flower Kingdom and Marie was princess of Sarasaland, they talked all night and became fast friends, Arthur would look at each other romantic for Marie just as Pio looked for Mia when they met.

Now answering the second question:

This will be a little difficult as I'm not very good at this type of posting, but I can try.

Let's say that after months (or years) Arthur had the courage and asked Marie to marry him, I imagine everyone was excited and happy at the same time.

Now to answer the last question, I actually had a cool idea:

I like to think that the name Marylin was a conjunction that Arthur and Marie made when she was pregnant.

Arthur kept using his name to try to make a name for a boy and a girl, but all the names he said were either bad, so Marie took her name and put it together (I think the pronunciation of the name Marie and Mary are almost identical, so she took the name Mary and made some funny combinations until she added Marylin and they both agreed)

So when Marylin was born, she was similar to Mario and Luigi when they were born, but with light brown hair and eyes, so they both cried a lot together with Mario and Luigi (who at the time were 13 years old), because they said they were going to protect her.

If you've read this far, thank you very much, sorry for the delay because for some reason my computer and cell phone erased the rest of my things (and now I'm writing again), but thank you anyway.

[madamlaydebug]

John Amos in his 1958 East Orange High School yearbook photo.

John Allen Amos Jr. (born December 27, 1939) is an American actor known for his role as James Evans, Sr., on the CBS television series Good Times. Amos's other television work includes The Mary Tyler Moore Show, a recurring role as Admiral Percy Fitzwallace on The West Wing, and the role of Washington, D.C., Mayor Ethan Baker in the series The District. Amos has appeared on Broadway and in numerous films in his five-decade career. He has been nominated for a Primetime Emmy Award and an NAACP Image Award. On film, he has played numerous supporting roles in movies such as The Beastmaster (1982), Coming to America (1988), Die Hard 2 (1990) and Coming 2 America (2021).

John A. Amos, Jr. Was born in Newark, New Jersey. He grew up in East Orange, New Jersey, and graduated from East Orange High School in 1958. He enrolled at Long Beach City College and graduated from Colorado State University, qualifying as a social worker with a degree in sociology. Amos also played on the Colorado State Rams football team. After college, he was a Golden Gloves boxing champion.

In 1964, Amos signed a free agent contract with the American Football League's Denver Broncos. Unable to run the 40-yard dash because of a pulled hamstring, he was released on the second day of training camp. He then played with the Canton Bulldogs and Joliet Explorers of the United Football League. In 1965, he played with the Norfolk Neptunes and Wheeling Ironmen of the Continental Football League. In 1966, he played with the Jersey City Jets and Waterbury Orbits of the Atlantic Coast Football League.

In 1967, Amos signed a free agent contract with the American Football League's Kansas City Chiefs. Coach Hank Stram told him, "You're not a football player, you're a man who is trying to play football." He returned to the Continental League, where he played that year with the Victoria Steelers

[hiraya-sa-dilim]

good omens s3 predictions

ye boy jc is a major character. he is west asian and a most wonderfully human Being

and fruity (there will be a joke about his luscious locks)

he doesn't want to do the second coming because of all the suffering it will cause (there will be dialog refering to the calvary and him not wanting anyone to go through the same thing he did), just as adam rejected armaggedon

there will be a scene of ye boi jc and adam (older and ocassional baysitter on roster with the them to anathema and newt's four children, the youngest of which is named agnes) delighting in eating apples under a tree with an old Dog

god face reveal

ye boy jc calls them Mother (he calls mary, who he likes much better, mom)

god is either the biggest bitch alive or is surprise-revealed to be the type the metatron will coup against

ye boy jc somehow gets wind of his archangel's 6k yr old dilemma and goes out of his way to do something about it instead of attending operation second coming logistic meetings

he officiates the ineffable husbands wedding in the finale himself, during which a nightingale sings at berkeley square. there will be extremists shitting themselves irl

weddingsinger!tori amos cameo

wedding band!queen cameo

god and satan are godparents somehow

SHADESLESS KISS SHADESLESS KISS TENDER SHADESLESS AZIRAPHALE-INITIATED KISS IN THE RAIN UNDER A METEOR SHOWER I WILL SHIT MYSELF IRL

aziraphale's one night only apology dance spectacular featuring the modern ladies of camelot and/or ms. sandwich's girls + the shopkeepers association + lower ranking angels + lower ranking demons + ineffable bureaucracy + madame tracey in a special role + what's left of the chattering order

hastur returns semi-majorly and gets one (1) badass moment with shax before being foiled yet again by a narrative in need of a laugh

eric gets the promotion they deserve

muriel gets the promotion they deserve (they get to stay/keep the bookshop)

crowley attempts suicide by holy water; earth friends stop him

crowley gets discorporated (azi already did in s1)

crowley fires a real gun

the plants wilt and crowley spends the whole season trying to revive them but they don't until he and aziraphale get back together. he almost throws them about but holds out until it seems like all hope is lost. he's in the process of throwing them out during The Reckoning

crowley moves into the bookshop. there will be a scene with aziraphale clearing out some prime spots for the plants

aziraphale sets the bookshop on fire to save crowley and/or earth friends

muriel names the bentley

AZIRAPHALE CROWLEY PVP

nina and maggie are ready for a relationship (i will cry)

one of aziraphale's first ordinances as archangel is to miraculously raise population interest in vinyl records

aziraphale v metatron face-off

aziraphale, crowley, and ye boy jc v god

aziraphale and crowley visit gabriel (still in sweaters and faux fur coats) and beelzebub (still punk) on separate occassions, and in both times are told to stop being idiots and get their shit together

aziraphale drives the bentley in crowley's prefered form at breakneck speed (possibly to save crowley at some point)

neil cameo

hillywood show cameo

more tumblr references/representation (the 'wait-and-see' dialog!! why is nobody talking about that?!)

crowley keeps off the first phases of the second coming but gets involved when his earth friends are put in danger

maggie is revealed to be Something Else Entirely

mr. shadwell and/or madam tracey die and go to heaven where they reunite with aziraphale and contribute to his shenaniganery and/or slap some sense into him

anansi boys cast cameo

american gods cast cameo

discworld adaptation announcement post credits

god and satan makeout sloppy style

...BEFORE airaphale and crowley

everything will be okay

[outlaw-apologist]

Just seen the Charles x micah's sister reader, very cute :) !! Could we get some headcannons for micah and his sisters relationship? Like do they get along ? Thank you :)

Thank you for requesting, anon! It's a nice spring day. The sun is shining brightly and the mountain looks beautiful. I'm listening to the birds while the deer eat my bushes. This is a perfect day to write some HCs, so let's get to it!

Micah's Younger Sister - Headcannons

- Micah loves his sister but his version of love is very skewed. We know by the stories he tells of Amos he doesn't seem too fond of his brother; however, the letter Amos sends Micah suggests Micah cares enough about his brother, (and thought his brother cares enough about him), to inform him that he was not hanged and that he's doing well.

- This suggest to me that Micah does have some love for his siblings. I think he would really love a little sister. Especially if the age gap is big enough because he can probably easily get her to listen to him and do whatever he wants.

- We know that Micah Bell the II was an awful father. If Micah's sister grows up with him, I can't see Micah ever protecting her from their father's wrath. However, I do think he would offer to teach her how to stand up for herself.

- I view this in more of a 'sibling unity' type of way. He's not doing it to protect her, but because he wants his siblings to be at his level. They grew up the same way and endured the same abuse. I think Micah might feel as if his siblings are the only people on earth who will ever truly understand him.

- He teaches her how to use a gun. Probably buys her a gun specially engraved. Of course, his sister has a wicked quick draw, taught by one of the finest gunslingers.

- I also think Micah would gift her a hat that looks similar to his. It would make him swell like pride to see her in his image.

- They hang out a lot! Neither of them would admit it but they're best friends. His sister is his little buddy.

- It's odd having a brother who doesn't like women but likes you. It fills her with a sense of pride whenever Micah treats her better while simultaneously disgusting her.

- They'll go into town to see a show together every once in awhile or do mundane things like getting their horses shoed or stocking up at the general store.

- Of course Micah's favorite activity to do with his sister is to put her to work so he can rob folk easier. This is all she's even know, so to them it's more like a hobby and they always end up having a blast!

- Micah is clearly very bitter Amos didn't stick by him. After Amos leaves Micah would immediately sink his teeth into his sister, figuring out how to make sure she stays by his side.

- Because of this she ends up in the Van Der Linde gang!

- Micah has ways of being charming. Charming enough to eventually make a massive gang of his own. His sister is much more charming than Micah could ever be. She has a unique perspective on life. Being the youngest child of an outlaw, and a woman in a time where she had no rights. She knows a good sense of humor can be a matter of life or death.

- The SECOND Mary-Beth asks her if she likes to read they're immediately best friends! Micah's sister opens up to the other women of the camp easily and creates fantastic relationships with them.

- Despite being friendly with all the women, Micah's sister would be very weary of the men. Of course, she's probably out robbing with them. Used to violent misogyny all her life, it's much harder for her to connect with them even when she spends so much time amongst them.

- Javier would be the first one she opens up to, I think. And it's his music that lulls her into a sense of security. Every time Javier sits down to play his guitar or sing she comes to sit near him and listen until one day she finally compliments him and they start a very pleasant conversation. It also helps that Javier has befriended many of the women in camp. This helps her trust him more.

- Because she hasn't been treated the best by her father or other outlaws, Micah's sister has more empathy. I also don't think she'd follow Micah's footsteps when it comes to racism.

- Dutch repulses her. She's noticed his lingering eyes. His 'compliments' towards her spoken with hot breath. How many times had she been around men who've looked at her that way? Too many. She tries to avoid him the best she can.

- But Hosea???? She's shocked at how fatherly he is. He's kind, wise, and one of the first people to sit down with her to try and really get to know her. I think Micah's sister would yearn for a father figure who is gentler and more human than her father ever was. She opens up to him and wishes he would replace her father.

- The blow-out fights start when she develops a sense of security within the gang. No longer does she listen to Micah. She stopped dropping everything for his beck and call. She's beginning to form a better sense of self. She's safe here, secure, no longer does she have to do what everyone else wants her to do. Obviously Micah isn't very happy and it starts fights.

- Micah assumes it's just a phase and so he drops the subject after they scream back and forth for awhile.

- It isn't until Micah notices that his sister spends a lot of time with Arthur that he becomes furious and jealous. He begins to feel like she's slipping away from him. Their fights become worse and more viscous His sister refuses to back down because she can't understand why Micah is so threatened by her happiness. She doesn't realize, from Micah's point of view, she's abandoning him.

- Eventually Dutch has to step in and tell them to cut it out because they're disturbing the camp's peace. Micah and his sister hardly speak to each other after that except to give the other a snide comment every once in awhile.

- Despite this I think both siblings would be very broken up about it. Micah will feel abandoned while his sister feels betrayed.

- After awhile they're put on a job together. Things go south pretty quickly and they both manage to narrowly escape. While hiding in the forest, struggling to catch their breath, they look at each other and burst out laughing. Neither Micah nor his sister ever talk through their issues with one another. They simply decide they're okay with each other again and resume talking as if nothing ever came between them. Forgiveness is their silent apology.

- Sometimes you just have to accept your sibling chooses a different path but that bond can still remain.

- If she ever gets hurt or shot, Micah will go ape shit!!!! He loves an excuse to slaughter someone. That paired with the threat of his final family member being injured? Oh he'll wreck havoc on the poor soul that decided to fuck with his sister.

- As the days go on and Micah's betrayal becomes more and more clear. Some of the gang start projecting their feelings for Micah onto her. Watching her with great suspicion. This would hurt her deeply. She doesn't want to lose her new family and she'll struggle with this a lot.

- If she falls in love with anyone from the gang, she knows it needs to be kept a secret. If Micah ever finds out.... She knows her lover will "mysteriously" go missing one day.

- I think during the final showdown she wouldn't choose Micah's side. She decides to choose whatever life she started building for herself. Micah destroyed the gang that made her feel loved and accepted for the first time in her life. She's furious with him and can't even look at him anymore. If her lover survives, she'll choose to stay with the lover.

- After a few years guilt will eat away at her and she'll return to Micah, joining his gang. Despite her 'betrayal' I think Micah would welcome her with open arms.

- At the end of the day they're just two lost souls who accept each other in a very raw humanity type of way. No one will ever know them the way they know each other. After everything Micah and his sister have been through together they will always end up in the same place again and again.

[leftistfeminista]

THE DEMONSTRATIONS THAT LASTED ELEVEN MONTHS and THE DAY MOTHERS STRIPPED NAKED.

On March 3rd 1992, mothers of the political prisoners stripped naked at Uhuru park to demand for the release of their sons caught in Moi's torture chambers.

Throughout the 1970s and 1980s, the political atmosphere in Kenya was characterized by brutal government repression and terror, under the de-facto single-party rule of President Daniel Arap Moi. 

Any form of political dissension was swiftly met with government interrogation, detention, and torture, using the justification of the Public Order Act, the Chiefs Authority Act and the Sedition Law. 

This resulted to the arrest, killing and exiling of many students, politicians, lawyers and journalists. Those arrested were tortured and thrown in prisons, some came back alive while others died in the torture chambers and prisons. 

On Feb 28th, 1992, Mothers of Political Prisoners, aged between 60-80 years presented a Petition with a list of 52 political prisoners who had been imprisoned for perceived anti-government statements, ideas, and actions, to the then Attorney General, Amos Wako. 

The mothers then proceeded to a now famous corner at the Uhuru Park in Nairobi for an undefined hunger strike. The mothers were supported & led by the late Nobel Laurent, Prof. Wangari Maathai who joined them in their protest, which was ignored by the mainstream media, KBC & KTN. 

The mothers set up camp in the Uhuru (Freedom) Park that is located across the infamous “Nyayo House Torture Chambers” and not far off is the Parliament Building. There, they staged a hunger strike and waited for the release of their sons. 

The striking mothers soon garnered much support for their cause. Several sympathizers set up a tent under which the mothers could sleep, and many frustrated Kenyans came forward and openly recounted their stories of torture. 

These supporters joined in on the mothers’ singing of traditional Kenyan songs, which included such lyrics as, “Go and take the child back…” The mothers set up banners and handed out flyers to curious Kenyans as they continued their vigil. 

On March 3rd, the Moi government decided to forcibly disperse the demonstrators. Government police forces beat protesters with batons, fired gunshots into the air, and hurled tear-gas into the tent where protesters were gathered. 

Wangari Maathai who was criticized by President Daniel Arap Moi, being called a “madwoman” & “a threat to the order & security of the country”, was was beaten into the coma. This made it to the newspaper headlines, causing uproar across the nation and criticism internationally. 

To ward off the police, two of the protesting mothers stripped their clothing and dared the police to kill them. They shouted “What kind of government is this that beats women! Kill us! Kill us now! We shall die with our children!” 

Perhaps the mothers were inspired by the 1922 bravery actions of women led by Mary Muthoni Nyanjiru, who stormed a police station in Nairobi to demand the release of Harry Thuku. Men who had come along started retreating upon coming face to face with armed colonial police. 

In disappointment, Nyanjiru stripped to shame the fleeing men, and asked them to give women their trousers since they were brave. The charged crowd overrun the police station, and Mary Nyanjiru was shot dead on that day. Her brave actions aroused people into active resistance. 

Back to 1992, the police officers on seeing the nakedness of mothers in their 60s, responded by turning away and leaving the scene. According to Maathai, the tactic of disrobing was particularly effective in stopping the police because.... 

... “In the African tradition,people must respect women who are close to their mother’s age, & must treat them as their mothers. If men beat mothers,it is like sons violating their mothers, & the mothers respond by cursing them & they cursed them by showing them their nakedness.” 

The news of the violent beatings of the mothers sparked riots all over Nairobi. Transportation workers boycotted their work in protest of the govt beating the mothers, & large crowds of stone-throwing demonstrators had to be dispersed by tear gas-firing riot police.