#all the little deaths he is willing to die in the name of Style

[invye]

Are we certain that Mihawk, with his goth open coat, tits out to the world style doesn't get the nastiest colds every time he has to spend more than half a day on a winter island?

Because he definitely does not bring a proper coat with him. Storage space on Hitsugibune is too limited to waste it with something bulky and unnecessary as a *shudder* winter coat.

All I'm saying is that Mihawk probably leaves assignments on islands with a certain cold climate suspiciously quickly and then proceeds to sneeze all over Kuraigana for the next two weeks anyway.

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Break Through Au

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You go out ice skating on the lake with your brothers and Things don’t go as planned for you three

Warnings: CPR/Death, Falling through Ice, Hospitals, Yelling

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You were on the ice with your brothers Will and Jay, even though you weren’t allowed to, you guys still went regardless.

It was 10pm, no one would be out here to get in your way or yell at you to get off the ice.

“Cmon Y/n/n, it's better out here” Jay said while attempting to slide farther out to the lake. 

“I don’t know Jay, I kinda wanna stay over here. That way I get off easier than struggling to get off if I'm way over there.” you shrugged.

“Alright then, me and will be over there if you need us' ' He pointed towards the middle of the lake.

“Alright, I’m just gonna slide around.” You shivered. Maybe I should work more layers. You thought to yourself.

After a while you got bored and decided to go over to Will and Jay who were “fighting” over who got the better hockey stick.

Will pulled out his phone and checked the time. “Guys it’s 11 o'clock, she should head home now, if we all get a cold moms gonna know that we went outside without asking her, especially if Y/n gets sick”

“But I'm getting good at hockey,” you whined.

Will and Jay just have you that look. “Alright alright let’s go” You caved.

Because your brothers were better on ice than you were, they went up ahead of you. 

“GUYS! I'M NOT AS FAST AS YOU SLOW DO-“ Before you could finish your sentence a loud Crack interrupted you.

That made the two Halstead brothers come to a halt and turn around to you. “No,” Jay whispered. “Y/n don’t move, just stay still we’ll come to you”

Before you could say anything the Ice broke.

Jays pov:

“Y/N, SHIT NO” I screamed, my little sister just fell through the ice.

Me and Will immediately slide over to where she fell in and I immediately throw my whole arm in the freezing water to see if I can feel Y/n

“Give me your other arm so I can pull you once you get her!” Will shouts.

“Once I touch something that feels semi to a human arm I pull. I can tell it’s Y/n because once I pull I feel a bit of weight. 

“PULL WILL, PULL” 

Once we were towards the edge of the Lake I pick y/n up bridal style and rushed over to land.

“Put her down here.” Will says. 

“What the hell do we do?” I cry

“She’s not breathing, Jay, you need to run back to the house and call someone” Wills is studying medicine so he knows a couple of things about what to do in a life or death situation.

“WHO DO I CALL?” I shout

“I DO GIVE A FUCK, CALL 9-1-1 AND HURRY”

My body moves into autopilot as I’m running through the forest making sure I don’t trip on any rocks or roots. 

My legs are burning and I can’t breathe but I can’t stop, if I stop Y/ns gonna die and it’ll be all my fault.

As I reach the house I punch in the code to the door and run upstairs to my bedroom. 

I basically almost threw my  phone into the air while trying to pick it up.

“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?”

“It’s -it’s my sister, she fell into the lake and I don’t know if she’s breathing”

“Check if she has a pulse”

“My older brother is with her at the lake, he-he's studying medicine so he knows what he’s doing”

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Uhh jay, my names Jay”

“Alright Jay, How old is your sister and how long was she under water for?”

“I don’t- 5 minutes maybe, and her name is Y/n, but we all call her Y/n/n. I don't know what I’m gonna tell my mom, that my littler sister died because we didn’t listen to her?” I’m panicking.

“Jay, I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath, I have help coming on the way right now”

How did she get my location? I didn’t even tell her.

***

The paramedics arrived and Jay led them to the lake where Will was with you. 

Will did successfully get you back but you were still unconscious. 

Why didn’t we just listen?

***

“15 Year old Female Y/n Halstead, Hypothermia after falling through ice, Was unconscious on site and Has a history of Heart issues.” The paramedic listed off all the things

(Ik that Grey's anatomy is in Seattle but because the show is so old let’s just pretend that this happened with them, it’s been awhile since I’ve watched it so if I make mistakes Woops)

“Alright,on my count if we move her. 1…2…3”Alex said.

Alex looked you over and started telling Jo things to do. “I want a head Ct, Keep me updated on her temperature and get me Derek for a consult.” Jo nodded.

Jay and Will followed Dr. Karev outside. “Is she gonna be ok?” Jay asked.

“She’s not out of the woods yet, but we won’t know more until she wakes up which will be a couple of hours” 

***

“Jay Halstead and Will Halstead” A stern voice called to them that made them Gulp.

“What in the world happened, and why did the Atwater’s call me and say that something happened on the lake and I needed to come home?” Your Mom stoked with her hands on her hips.

Jay and Will glanced at each other and knew they had no way out of this so they just decided to tell the truth and get it over with.

“I have told you guys time and time again not to play on that lake during the winter,

If you want to go ice skating go to the bigger one. Y/n has been punished enough, and as for you too, just until we get home, me and your father Will real with you. Do you understand?”

“Yes mom,” The boys said together.

“Alright, either the Atwater’s or the Uptons are going to pick you guys up and take you home. I will stay here with your sister, your father should be at home by now”

“But mom-“ Jay said. “No buts, wait here”

***

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and A lot had happened. 

You were on the News, people came to your school and spoke about Ice safety. Jay and Will were indeed grounded but only for two weeks. The lake was now closed off while they were still doing an investigation. Which you didn’t understand why because it’s not like anything else happened but it was whatever.

“Y/n hurry up you’re going to miss the bus!” Jay shouted from downstairs.

“HOLD ON IM COMING” You grabbed your backpack and ran down the stairs.

After getting all your stuff in your backpack you got all your stuff ready to walk to the bus stop.

“Alright, what’s the rules?” Will questioned you.

“No wandering off to the other lake, don’t take off my jackets unless I really need to and don’t get anything that will drop my body temperature” 

“Good.”

“Do you still have to put my hat and Jacket on for me? I’m 15 years old.”

“Because of recent events and mom being gone and I’m going to leave soon I need to make sure you're ok, plus your body temperature is still not to its normal temp yet so layers it is.” You rolled your eyes at what would be said.

“I will pick you up for your doctor's appointment maybe 30 minutes before school ends, and Jay will drop your lunch off at the front office” Will said as he started walking at the door. 

“Bye will see you later” 

Once Will was gone, you ate the last of your waffles and grabbed your hot chocolate or what Jays calls “Jay's famous Hot chocolate” but it tasted like any other drink.

***

“I miss having you out on the lake by the middle school” Your friend Ellie said.

“Me too, but ever since my mom died Will and Jay have been strict on what I can do since my dad won’t really do much and they're trying to get me to learn stuff before Will leaves for New York and Jay leaves to serve” You shrugged.

“But I did convince Jay to get you some fries and nuggets” You laughed 

“You are literally the best, I really didn’t feel like spending all my money in my account today” Yeah the school food was expensive but it’s because you guys had fast food restaurants in your cafeteria so I guess it made sense.

***

“Hey Nugget” Will greeted you as you got into the car.

“Hi Will, can we please get McDonald’s after my appointment?” 

“Sure, where’s Jay? I told him he could get out of school early since he has a free period this week.”

“He said he wanted to stay at school, so he’s probably just walking around the hallways or doing whatever Jay does” You shrugged.

You thought about it for a while, your life was somewhat falling apart. Will was leaving for New York. Jay was getting deployed so you weren’t gonna see him. And your mom was gone so all you had left was your Dad, and your dad wasn’t the best person now since your dad died.

“Hey Will?”You broke the silence 

“Yeah Nugget?” 

“I’m- I’m gonna miss you when you leave” Here comes the water works.

“Me too Y/n me too”

Life from now on was going to be way different for you , and everyone around you knew that. You were going to get through it and it was going to be Ok. Right?

Well that’s at least what you thought…

[cliozaur]

JSAMN 20 Readalong. Chapters 6–12 reflections

The number and extent of notes have dropped significantly! I think I miss them.

I find it both amusing and satisfying that the most gossiping characters in the novel are not women (as is typical in many nineteenth-century novels) but two men: Mr. Drawlight and Mr. Lascelles.

Mr. Norrell and the gentleman with thistle-down hair: It's curious that despite all of Mr. Norrell's theoretical knowledge and precautions regarding fairies, he seems utterly unprepared and vulnerable in the face of a real one. But isn't that always how it's supposed to be? The Gentleman’s manner of speaking is very entertaining—switching between languages, never stopping to talk. He’s so loquacious it feels as though he lacks company.

The "death and the maiden" theme: there is always something unbearably sublime and attractive about it. I’m not an expert on Austen, but this reference—“how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry”—feels like her style. (Yes, I checked—it’s from Emma. And our dead maiden is also named Emma!) I can’t help but wonder how AUs with magicians capable of resurrecting the dead reconcile with Christianity. I don’t remember how Clarke dealt with it in my previous reading. If resurrection weren’t such a rare feat, would the triumph of Christianity even have been possible

Chapter 10 is one of the most amusing so far! “It had been two hundred years since the English Government had last commissioned a magician, and they were a little out of the habit of it.” Not to mention, war and military tactics have changed dramatically in 200 years. Ministers and military leaders must have had to be quite inventive. I sympathise with the idea of finding ways to make men more willing to fight. Sadly, this is something I now know firsthand: as wars drag on, it becomes harder to find motivated or willing recruits. So the idea of casting “a general spell over Lincolnshire so that three or four thousand young men would all at once be filled with a lively desire to become soldiers and fight the French” is intriguing and relatable. Fortunately, it was impossible—we don’t want Lincolnshire “be entirely emptied of people.”.

The fleet theme is also very entertaining. I love that the French, despite being tricked, could sincerely admire the mastery of the spell. The story of the interrogation of a mermaid figurehead from a French ship is hilarious! “Having passed all her existence among sailors, she knew a great many insults and bestowed them readily on anyone who came near her.” The poor thing giving up her resistance due to the handsome captain is amusing as well.

[star-burst365]

We’re all sleeping on the gem that is Matthias Helvar: an essay

Crooked Kingdom spoilers!!

We’re all in denial about Matthias’s death in ck but also he had some bangers lines and scenes even before chapter 40 such as:

finding out his full name was Matthias Benedik Helvar omg why are we sleeping on this

“how about i bite your lip”

“don’t eat the snow” i dont think they were planning to 💀

YOU ARE EVERY BLOSSOM BLOOMING AT ONCE?? HELLO??

his constant feud with kaz

kaz could breathe and matthias would already be fetching the holy water

any demjin moment ever

“you’re all horrible”

to

“they all seem like practical choices 😀”

the grandpa energy

nothing but respect and admiration for inej “the little bronze girl” ghafa

MY GHOST WONT ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR GHOST

the big brooding yellow tulip

nina handed him a gun during the ambush of soc and he fr would’ve killed her if they weren’t being shot at

“I can drink your poison no longer” was so powerful. he went from extreme prejudices against grisha after being raised and literally brainwashed by hatred to bashing his ex-commander in the head to free Nina omg

friendly reminder his entire family was killed by inferni but he still moves past it

something nobody talks about: he combined his hateful past of serving as a drukelle, something made to hunt grisha to lead two of them (Jesper and Kuwei) out of a corner and get them back to the rest of the crows in ck.

he used military tactics made to kill grisha to save grisha

this was so important for his development i swear

and don’t forget Nina either

“little red bird” please im not okay

MY LOVE AS A PET NAME THATS SO PURE MY GOD

him and nina squeezing in the littlest places just to cuddle together and rest together is so dvfnjkvsfnks

him just wanting to be there for Nina for every step of the way as she recovers from parem

his wet dreams consist of three things:

her “glorious thighs”

a traditional fjerdan life and the domestic lifestyle Fr

literally just vibing in a field of flowers

he saw a nameless husband help a nameless wife with her hair in ketterdam and wished that could be him and nina that’s too sweet help

all he wants is a domestic little life filled with love

but then there’s “he considered brushing it off with his lips, then told himself he should take a walk”

he just told himself to touch grass my god

but also the enemies to lovers lingers, my one of my favorite quotes being:

”you’d flirt with a date palm if it paid you any attention” the shade

also his family? the way he still has memories? so much so he foot massages a pregnant woman?

friendly reminder this man is built like a giant and looks the most threatening out of the group

and he fr lets a girl sing her heart out AND OFFERS TO TAKE HER ON A WALK BY THE LAKE HES SO PRECIOUS

”sing. by all means, sing” famous last words

him complimenting nina on her hair and how she styles it??

the toffee on the boat in soc

constantly regretting his life decisions in soc but willing to die for the crows in ck

the found family trope is killing me

“trickery isn’t my native tongue but I can still learn to speak it” the demjin and crows influence

his lil commander voice to silence the prisoners when they were getting in the truck made inej, someone with the posture of a knifes edge, stand straighter like wtf

HE HAD A WOLF WHY ARE WE SLEEPING ON THIS

HE IS 100% A DOG PERSON

HE AND KAZ WOULDVE PETTED THOSE DOGS FOR HOURS ON THAT ONE CK MISSION

he went from saying meaningful and encouraging things to nina and then when she said she wanted to cry in a corner he switched in 0.2 seconds and said “but…this room is round” oh my god

made out with nina in front of two thirds of the grisha triumvirate

HE PERKS UP WHEN NINA LAUGHS THATS SO ADORABLE

nina and him being twin soldiers sdnnnojnididoskc

him and Jesper’s scenes are honestly amazing, we were robbed

THE DELETED HELNIK SCENE I WANT TO DIE I WISH LEIGH KEPT THAT

he’s literally kaz’s bodyguard when trading for inej

learned a language while in prison I mean that’s pretty impressive

eats honor for breakfast lunch and dinner

”i. Should. Let. You. Die.” He says while trying to desperately save kaz

ran to nina with a bullet in his stomach for one last kiss, for one final goodbye

”save some mercy for my people” that hurts oh my god

the grisha are the favored and children of Djel was so important because that’s him connecting both his past and his much better present together in an actuslly good way

he doesn’t associate his religion with witches and tree handshakes anymore, now he considers those witches blessed by his tree god

in conclusion: I sobbed for weeks over his death and will never recover. thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[kuhakukage]

Fuck, marry, kill. But describe how you would do each one and why. Choose three characters from Naruto. Three from Death Note. And another three from a fandom of your choosing.

Naruto:

Fuck: Naruko, Naruto's sexy-no-jutsu form. Because I wanted to see him squirmed under my embrace. I wanted to see him being unlike his usual confident self, I wanted to make him cry. I would make him scream out my name. I wanted him to watch as violated him and cannot do anything under the paralysis seal I slapped on him.

Marry: Rin Nohara. She seemed to be a kind person and would work well with children. I feel like she's the type who put other people before herself with how she decided to act in the manga. So much so that she's willing to pay the ultimate price of her life. I have no opinion on marriage ceremony so I'll chose base on what she would choose. Though, personally, I just wanted to elope with her.

Kill: If I could kill off permanently, Orochimaru for his disgustingly long list of crimes against humanity. I would create a Limited Tsukuyomi Jutsu where the worst thing he could think of would happen and cast it on him. Afterwards, I would seal off his regeneration technique, take away all his limbs, and buried him alive while stuck with a seal that sucked chakra and wait for him to die off chakra. exhaustion. Otherwise, I would choose Hiashi, for not doing anything to change the hyuga, but rather enable it. He chose to torture his brother after assuming he has killing intent toward his daughter. DID HE THINK THAT BEING FORCED TO SERVE SOMEONE AND DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO A BUNCH OF PEOPLE THAT SAW YOU AS LESSER WOULD BE FUN? I would brand him with the caged-bird curse seal and use it to cause him so much pain and make him beg for mercy. I would do this until he become a vegetable after that lifetime of pain and kill him by feeding him to pigs.

Death Note:

Fuck: Halle Lidner. She's hot and blonde, so basically my fetish. She seemed like a dom, so I want to dom her. I wanted to see her defiant face as I bound her to the bed, I want to make her insult me yet can only watch as I violated her. I wanted humiliate her until she become exhausted from her effort of resisting.

Marry: Naomi Misora, I LOVE HER. SHE IS SO INTELLIGENT AND COMPETENT. I HATE THAT SHE HAS TO GO BEFORE MEETING L OTHERWISE LIGHT WOULD HAVE BEEN CAUGHT EXTREMELY EARLY. I ALSO LOVE HER IN THE BB'S CASE. Anyways, as I have said before I have no opinion on marriage ceremony and would go along her whim, which is most likely a normal wedding.

Kill: Hitoshi Demegawa. This trash is a sleazy, greedy and arrogant little pig. It decided to scam its viewers out of their money, setting up a fake cult to worship Kira and demanding donations starting at the million-yen mark. I would dropped a mountain of cash so heavy it would be crushed.

Detective Conan:

Fuck: Vermouth AKA Sharon Vineyard. Oh god, she's so hot that if I die after fucking her, I would still do it. I don't even mind if she dom me. IN FACT, I welcome it. I do wish for her to be gentle though. I liked how intelligent, insightful and bold she is. I also like how cruel she is yet also how she developed a conscience after being saved by Ran and Shinichi.

Marry: Miyano Shiho. I would love to be with her for the rest of my life. I really don't care how bossy and demanding she is. I love how serious and intelligent she is. She's also so pretty and old style. I wish to relax her attitude a bit after getting into a relationship with her. I don't think much of marriage ceremony and would do what she want. I would probably suggested a grand ceremony just because of how much I liked her.

Kill: Misao Yamamura because he's dumb, but thinks he's smart, and has no personality. To quote Conan, "poor Gunma Perfecture." One of the most irritating things he does is in Movie 20 when all the detectives are trying to be sneaky, and this bitch just tripped and announced to the guy that he's a police, taking advantage of getting a hostage to protect himself. What kind of police does that? He thinks that he's smart even though the children are smarter than him sometimes. Even though he's a detective, he messes up a lot and misses really obvious clues. Plus, he's scared of everything, like blood and dead bodies, and he's superstitious, believing in curses and ghosts. He even ditches his job to grab lunch instead of doing what he's supposed to. And when it comes to Gunma, he's pretty clueless about it, needing locals to correct him on stuff despite being based in it. I don't know how I could choose a single method when I'm so tired of this guy. Honestly, I just wanted to push him off a skyscraper and not look back.

[liquidstar]

your ocs

BUT

in Re:Zero

how would they end up causing Subaru's deaths?

Omg that's such a fun question 😭😭😭 poor Subaru I'm about to kill him with ocs sorry

But here's what I think would happen:

In the case of Polaris I can see it being a fight caused by somekinda misunderstanding on her end and also on Subaru for being terrible at explaining shit. I don’t think she’d kill him on purpose through this but she does NAUGHT have good control over her powers so he might get an icicle through the heart or something. Typical day in the life and death of Natsuki Subaru though, who has been frozen like? 3 times? At least?

Saiph also can’t control his powers well once his sword is unsheathed- but it’s less so a case of physical control like with Polaris, and more so the kinda thing where the power overwhelms him and the more flames there are the less he realizes what he’s doing. So I’m picturing a scenario in which his sword is unsheathed for too long and Subaru is just caught up in either the fire or the sword. Preferably the latter, to be honest. 

Bella has a very strict NO KILLING rule so in her case I think it would have to be a pure accident. Not like the other two did it fully intentionally either but I was still thinking of fights against each other. Idk exactly what it could be in this case, maybe something like Bella swinging her weapon at a monster but it ends up dodging, and Subaru somehow ends up in the way before she can redirect the swing. In this case for Maximal Drama it would totally have to be the case that she managed to redirect it just enough to make it a much slower death than it would’ve been if she had done nothing. This is important bc it would fuck her up more to kill than him to die, at this point, and hes gotta see that. For the drama.

Al is probably the most prone to not listening to Bella’s orders, is the thing. Meaning that even if she has a “no killing” rule as the leader, he’d break it if he felt he had to. Subaru can come across suspicious at times, due to a variety of factors, and if Al believed him to be somekinda genuine threat and saw no other alternative. I mean he’s probably the only one who’d actually be willing to kill a guy on purpose really. He’s always been just a little bit unwell and whenever he decides to enter his shounen rival “villain” era maybe he’ll kill him again who knows. I will say though for the record that either way it wouldn’t be something he’d find any sort of joy or pride in at all, and ideally he’d prefer to avoid bloodshed at all costs. But, you know, he wants to protect people At All Costs too. And when weighing the lives of your friends vs some random sketchy dude… Sorry dude.

Also like the thing about Subaru is that he really wants to help people and sort of play therapist even when he’s clearly encroaching on sensitive territory. Mira is repressing quite a lot- If not outright deluding herself in a few ways. I think that if Subaru tried to scratch the surface of this mind palace of hers, she probably wouldn’t react well. If she has a mental breakdown it could fuck with the wind real bad, and would probably get worse if he continues to try to talk to her. Basically imagine something like the “choose me” scene (iconic) but wind instead of fire. And this time the person he’s talking to is not listening at all but closing herself off further, air ball style. So there’s not really any escaping the winds, he’d either get swept away by them or hit by something and that’d be that. If you wanna get a bit darker with it she could end up using all the air present to create her “bubble” and there’d be no oxygen around so he’d just suffocate.

Felis kills him for knowing someone with the same name as her. She has to be special. The end. (Joke answer. They'd actually probably love each other lol)

[definitelynotshouting]

(Hello yes it is I on anon again same person that talked about the forbidden love eeeehehehe I have social anxiety) THE PAIN OF GRIAN THINKING HE CANT SHOW LOVE OUTSIDE THE GAMES AUGSHDJKD :’)

He is so dumb. Stupid little baby man *i say while cradling him in my hands like a terrible kitten with communication issues*

Also for forbidden love angst mayhaps I throw in some more brainrot ✨

Braining so hard over scarian in literally any setting, au or otherwise, where all their exchanges of love and affection are kept completely secret. Full Romeo and Juliet style because I am a complete bitch for that trope despite being aro myself LMAO. Like, constantly going off and leaving their friends or whatever “side” they’re apart of that’s opposing the other, and having everyone wonder why they’re suddenly disappearing so much AUGH. Yea I’m just a huge sucker for forbidden love, and them being terrified of getting caught, but almost wanting to be anyway just for the sake of defiance. AND IF/WHEN THEY DO GET CAUGHT. Scar and Grian are both 100% the type to be willing to protect the other from backlash at the cost of their own life IF YA KNOW WHAT I MEAN. The real cherries on top are if one or both of them die trying to keep the other safe from their respective sides ;w; I mean tbf what’s a Romeo and Juliet-esque trope if they aren’t found embracing each other in death?

AYOOO HELLO I AM LOOKING AT THIS.... also anon dw there is never any pressure to come off anon here if you dont want to!! i have social anxiety too so i completely get it<3 If you want, you can always sign off on your anons with an emoji or some other identifier, but you absolutely do not have to

anyway GODS MY HEART.... tma boiled me into a tragedy enjoyer back in 2021 so i am staring at this like 👁️👁️ im so ill over them.... the secret gestures, the clandestine meetings, the justified fear of discovery and the DEFIANCE.... you could go so many routes with this too in an au. HEP and the Mycelium Resistance. Tumble Town and Hermitopia. The King's Court and the People's Resistance (take 2 electric boogaloo). Okay typing these out by name is a bit funnier than intended but YOU GET THE PICTURE. Now im brainrotting.

Do you think they wear secret tokens of each other's affections. Do you think they hold them close at night and hope to every god they can think of that one day they'll be happy. Do you think they take one last deliberate breath as they hold it close and die. Anon im RATTLING YOU /AFF this is amazing

[ksfnmoments]

okay SO i’ve been working on this list for a couple days since i’m finally revisiting my high school au thing. I have four different friend groups (GHOST, Drifters, E.G.O, SHADOW/A.L.T.E.R) and I’m gonna do different posts because I’m still touching up on mainly the last two. Here we will start, of course, with the GHOST Squad:

Seniors (12)

Midas Orville

Height: 5’11

Grades: A/A+

Favorite Class(es): AP Statistics, Business and Marketing

Extra-Curriculars:

Student Council: Student Body Co-President

Jazz Band: Alto Sax

Freshman Mentor (was bitter that Jules didn’t end up in his orientation group)

Extra:

Blazers over hoodie combo>>>

Probably richer than you

Pettiness x100

Brutus Alekhin

Height: 6’4

Grades: B/B+

Favorite Class(es): Government, Weights Training

Extra-Curriculars:

Varsity Football

Student Council: Student Body Treasurer

Extra:

Only does SC because Midas wanted him to (has to have someone always on his side)

Always up to date on everything: school dates, event, even simple gossip. You’ll never know unless you happen to ask

Prefers to stay in the background but always willing to help out

Juniors (11)

Martina Ortiz (TNTina)

Height: 5’2

Grades: C-/C

Favorite Class(es): Physics

Extra-Curriculars:

Wrestling

Choir: Alto

Extra:

Really smart (especially math and science) but could care less about school so she slacks off

Sleep deprived half the time (totally not because she plays video games all night, yeah)

Understands Spanish but has trouble speaking it coherently; she will, however, teach you all the swears and insults

Maya Styles (little on the nose i know)

Height: 5’6

Grades: B+/A-

Favorite Class(es): World History

Extra-Curriculars:

Orchestra: Cello

JROTC

Extra:

Tea>Coffee, drinks it every day before school

Ultimate peacemaker and preventer of death; will not let anyone walk away unless it’s on good terms, and constantly has to make sure these mfs (*cough* Tina) don’t die

Wardrobe is definitely larger than yours but she prefers the camo and earthy colors (mostly green and beige)

Maxwell O’Malley (Meowscles)

Height: 6’0

Grades: C/C+

Favorite Class(es): Weight Training/Any PE Class

Extra-Curriculars:

Basketball, wrestling, and track

Choir: Bass

Extra:

Loves cats (practically idolizes his own)

Sends you memes and useless facts at 2am

Everyone’s older brother (even if you’re older than him)

Freshmen (9)

Skye Newman-Cortez

Height: 5’3

Grades: B/B+

Favorite Class(es): Art, Photography

Extra-Curriculars:

Esports (probably Super Smash Bros.)

Volleyball

Yearbook Photographer (Kinda)

She’s not officially on yearbook staff but she’ll slide Ocean (who is) pictures she takes at events on her camera and some will end up in the yearbook.

Extra:

Lives off of hot chocolate, all year round

Tries to be friends with everyone (40% success rate)

Never any space in her backpack because where there’s no school-related supplies, there’s snacks or some sort of arts supplies

General Group Headcanons

(Some are repeated from the previous post)

Tina joined choir freshman year but was very self-conscious about it, so she forced Meowscles (his human name is Maxwell because it starts with M and i’m uncreative) to join with her. Turns out he’s a really good bass and he LOVES being on the stage, so he forces her into all these duets to get her to loosen up.

Skye and Tina practically live at each other’s houses. They’re always at one or the other after school and have sleepovers every weekend, where they watch movies and play video games all day/night. To each other, Tina is the cool junior and Skye is the cool freshman

Despite being one of the peacemakers/death preventers (the other being Brutus), Tina and Max have gotten very good at convincing Maya to join them on their not-so-very-safe shenanigans

Brutus, Max, and Maya have specific days they go to the gym together after school.

Brutus is always the one to drive, mostly because he’s the safest and quietest option. Maya doesn’t drive, Tina would be 20mph above the speed limit, Max turns the ride into a karaoke session (where he sings off-key on purpose), and Midas simply likes being a rider.

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

Azulaang - a deal

Aang entered Azula’s cell. Her sight reached him and was overcome with anger.

Azula: You!

Aang: Hey there-

Azula: You abomination! I’ll kill you! This is all your fault! All of it! You ruined everything! I’ll die before I let you take away my bending, scum!

Aang: Ahem. Hi. I don’t think you and I were properly introduced. My name is Aang.

Azula: Your name is of no importance to me! I live in torment because of you!

Aang: Sorry to hear that-

Azula: Sorry?! You will get what you deserve avatar, I’ll make sure of it.

Aang: I’ve come to bargain.

Azula: Bargain? There’s nothing you have that I’d ever want.

Aang: Even when I’m offering you a way out of here?

Azula: What?

Aang: Yeah, I’ve been told you started seeing things. Making you sloppy and it’s been affecting your bending. Not exactly your usual style.

Azula: What do you want?

Aang: I know a way for you to get your head right, bring your bending at full power and give you enough self-control to get out of this depressing place, but you may not like what you have to do to make that happen.

Azula: And why is that?

Aang: We’ll have to go alone on an island together where the only means of transportation is Appa. From there, I’ll teach you about Chakras and opening them requires meditation. The experience is more intense than it looks and once we start, we cannot stop. No matter what. You’ll be diving deep inside of yourself and find out parts of yourself you never knew about before and they may frighten you, a lot. You’ll be required to completely get out of your comfort zone.

Azula: Why would I risk going through such brutal experiences? How do I know this isn’t all a ploy to increase my demise?

Aang: I guess you don’t, do you? But I hear that you are a practical girl. Willing to work with the enemy if it’ll benefit you later. Consider your options: You can spend the rest of your life stuck in this dark hole, constantly wallowing in your misery, be constantly reminded of how much you failed as princess, slowly becoming powerless and forgotten. Or you can say yes to my offer, face truths scary truths about yourself and the world around you so that you’d become reborn and be free do what you want. What exactly do you have to lose?

Azula: You crafty little snake. I don’t know whether to be irritated or impressed. 

Ozai’s voice: (Do not trust this scum, he only seeks to make you weak. I will have no daughter of mine being weak.)

Ursa’s voice: (He can help you become better, stronger. Without him you’ll truly have nothing. Is that really what you want?)

Azula: I begrudgingly find your terms agreeable, but the second you go back on your word, I’ll give you a much slower, more agonizing and more thorough death. Understand?

Aang: Got it.

[5amfever]

VIOLENCE JACK: EVIL TOWN (1988)

Rod Serling steps into view, looking just a little more rundown than usual. "Picture of a man," he starts, "a man so violent they named him Violence Jack. Now, picture if you will, a town so vile they named it Hell Town. A subterranean town of debauchery and dastardly deeds. A town that would go on to inspire an OVA so evil it would take on the moniker of... EVIL TOWN."

He takes one final drag of his cigarette, sighing deeply. "That's the signpost you see up ahead. The signpost that signals your entry into… 1988's VIOLENCE JACK: EVIL TOWN." Thinking the crew is no longer rolling film or sound, Serling spikes his smokes on the floor. "This thing is just vile, repulsive even. This Go Nagai fella, well, he's just a nasty little freak!" 

In the world of post-apocalyptic media, you have everything from shows and movies about zombies to funky little Italian dune buggies. Dwindling resources. Familial bonds put to the test along endless stretches of barren asphalt. And then you have one of the best sub-genres: Inexplicably Big Dudes. Like Fist of the North Star, Go Nagai's Violence Jack manga fits right into that mold. Unlike Kenshiro and co., though, Jack is willing to explore every dirty little nook and cranny of what our bleak future has to offer. 

Folks, it ain't pretty. 

Deep in the depths of the appropriately named Evil Town, a small group of survivors crack open a wall to find the colossal Violence Jack just kind of standing there. Apparently he's been standing inside this wall for six months? When they let him out he's just kind of like, "thanks." From there we transition into a battle between Evil Town's A, B and C Zones, each with their own unique brand of denizens, with Jack ultimately playing a pivotal role in who lives and who gets torn to shreds.

At first Jack partners up with the Zone A folks, promising to help them take on the slice of beef known as Mad Saurus, who hails from the extra loathsome B Zone. Before long, though, he finds himself teaming up with the women of C Zone, who are almost all fashion models—with a couple wrestlers thrown in for good measure—since they were heading to a fashion show in Kyoto when disaster struck. How convenient! Jack is tasked with protecting them from the brutes and rapists of both A and B Zones, so either way you slice it this is destined to culminate in a Big Dude versus Big Dude Beefdown. 

Over the course of roughly one hour, kids die horrible deaths, women are savaged in the most unpleasant of ways, there's cannibalism, necrophilia; basically nothing is off limits in the world of Violence Jack, more so here than anywhere else. It's all fairly reprehensible… and the animators at Studio 88 went obscenely hard on it! Director Ichiro Itano—yes, he of the famed style of action sequence that came to be known as the "Itano Circus," featuring incredibly stylized aerial combat and missile volleys—made sure his animators put all their blood, sweat and tears into the blood, sweat and tears on screen. Everything from the extremely gross depictions of sexual assault to Jack's expert knife play, which usually ends up splitting heads in half or sending punks into a somersault of guts, is depicted with the kind of love and care one might put into a sentimental Mother's Day card. 

So yes, VIOLENCE JACK: EVIL TOWN is pretty nasty, and I'm worried I'll be put on a watch list if I don't add that caveat. It still hits just as hard now as it did over 30 years ago, though, shocks and all. If this is our future I'm good with checking out now... but if for a quick, tasteless glimpse. A peek, if you will, into the mind of Go Nagai, who is etched into history as one of the pillars of the manga and anime industries and, as good old Rod Serling famously put it above, a "nasty little freak." 

[luhpinus]

☽  — a little bit about remus lupin

name; remus john lupin  date of birth; 10th march 1960 at midnight exactly families; lupin & howell hogwarts house; gryffindor aesthetic: (here)

star sign; aquarius sun, gemini ascendant, cancer moon

sun - aquarius 20°46'16"

The sun determines ego, identity, and "role" in life. It's the core of who a person is. Remus' Sun is in Aquarius, meaning he is fundamentally unconventional. Comfortable dissenting or straying from the norm, he is an intellectual talent of abstraction is oriented towards pushing the boundaries of what seems reasonable. Amongst friends this is who Remus is and when comfortable he allows his true self to shine. He carries a lot on his shoulders and has a need to fight for the underdog. It's in i. his tenth house, meaning he feels the need to distinguish himself from others through goals, success, and responsibility - which don't always come easily to him due to his condition, despite his intelligence and talent.

ascendant - gemini 19°36'34" The ascendant is the "mask" presented to people. It can be seen in a persons personal style and how they are interrupted upon first impressions. Remus Ascendant is in Gemini, meaning he comes across as quick-witted, chatty, eclectic, and fun, though somewhat inconsistent (probably due to the moon cycle, though Remus does often have a lot on his mind which sways his mood). In conversation, he can seem probing and curious.

moon - cancer 25°19'55"

The moon rules a persons emotions, moods, and feelings. It is likely the sign people consider themselves the most as, since it reflects their personality when they're alone or deeply comfortable. Remus Moon is in Cancer, meaning his emotional self is sensitive, thoughtful, and empathetic. He has a tendency to feel like a martyr, and secretly fears being abandoned by those he loves. He often has trouble letting things go and feels like an emotional wreck at times, though he keeps this very much to himself - although the occasional tears have been shed when he's very drunk on a night out with close friends at 3am.

It's in his second house, meaning he finds security and safety through money and material possessions. This is because Remus knows how difficult it is for werewolves in his world, a job, a home and an income mean everything, which is why he always saves a section of his wages and insisted on an inexpensive house where the marauders now live, in which his room is the smallest due to rent prices.

wand; 10¼" long, made of cypress, unicorn hair core, pliablecore - unicorn hair

Wands with these cores produced the most consistent magic, were least subject to fluctuations and blockages, were most difficult to turn to the dark arts, and were the most faithful of wands. However, they did not make the most powerful of wands (unless the wand wood compensated) and were prone to melancholy if mishandled.

wood - cypress

Cypress wands were associated with nobility and were said to be well-matched to wizards who were willing to die a heroic death. Cypress wands found their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who were unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others' natures.

flexibility - pliable

It took Remus a few times to find his wand, four exactly. Each wand felt wrong in his hand. The idea he'd be able to attend school wasn't realistic until only a week ago, and ten year-old Remus Lupin was concerned the wands could not only sense his nerves, but knew he wasn't completely a wizard and thus wouldn't work. They tried dark wands, pale wands, stiff, swishy, phoenix feather etc. Then Mr Ollivander placed a rich brown wand in his hand. It's base was twisted, the end rounded, it was very pretty and Remus remembered wanting to keep it from the moment he touched it, even if it didn't work. Having accidentally exploded Mr Ollivander's vase with the dragon heartstring ebony wand, Remus waved his new one and watched as all the glass shards rose in the air and burst in the air into glitter that fell all around them before disappearing into the floor. It was beautiful magic made from something ugly and his little heart felt warm as he clutched his new possession in his hands.

amortentia; chocolate, tea leaves, beer, blood, forests, smoke, home and pages

Being competent potioneer, remus would likely been able to brew a love potion earlier than his sixth year but did not attempt it until it was on the school curriculum. Remus has never had the need for a love potion. Unlike his friends who brewed them for fun or likely were slipped them by other adoring students, Remus has only ever brewed one in his life for academic purposes and then one again with Marlene in the kitchen when they were both drunk to test if they were still able to mix potions and curious to see if the smell had changed.

The strongest of the scents, the first one is always the same; CHOCOLATE. Chocolate has been something Remus has used as a coping mechanism for years and was something his mother Hope always offered him when he was sad or hurt. For as long as he could remember when Remus experienced difficultly around the full moon, Hope would go to the cupboard and pull him out a bar of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk, snapping off a piece and offering it to him. “Chocolate,” she said, “solved all problems” and that is something Remus has passed along to anyone he thinks needs to hear it. 

The next scent was another comforting one of TEA LEAVES. Nothing fancy just the regular kind you smell when you open a box of tea bags or a tin of loose leaf tea his friends often gift him at Christmas. Remus has always loved a cup of tea, whether he’s stressed, sad, happy, angry or due to go to sleep he has a mug in his hand. After every moon cycle, Remus needs a day to recover and can be found in his bed holding a cup of camomile tea which is best friends take it in turn to make and bring him.

Grom there the smell of tea fades and dissipates into the smell of the FOREST, bark, mud and rainfall fill his senses and then a strong iron smell replaces it very suddenly. Remus has often told himself it is the smell of a can of BEER which is what it turns into, but before it does it is a smell he hates but secretly desires, especially in his werewolf form. BLOOD. 

As remus had gotten older the scents have changed slightly and the order different, following the blood Remus now smells SMOKE. An occasional smoker since his fifth year at Hogwarts, it started as something he tried for fun and shared with Sirius as they stared out onto the black lake, now like chocolate it is a crutch for him. If he’s stressed at work he has a cigarette and the day before a full moon he’s been known to chain smoke outside pubs and bars or his bedroom window which although everyone notices, no one talks about. 

The smell of the smoke brings about two further scents for Remus which compete with one another for his attention. The first is the smell of the MARAUDERS FLAT in Farringdon. A blend of smoke, tea, coffee, butterscotch and 70s wood furniture, the scent is home to Remus and something that makes him endlessly happy. Amongst the smell of the flat he smells PAGES that remind him of his work. Each day remus reads case files, newspapers and books that help him with his job. Pages remind him how lucky he is to be in a job at all, but most of all how fortunate he is to be in a job he loves despite all of it’s horrors. 

boggart; a full moon

Dealing with boggarts gave Remus very mixed emotions. Magical creatures and defence against the dark arts had always been two of his favourite topics, but his whole class seeing his boggart and asking questions made anxiety root down deep in his stomach. The marauders organised themselves without him saying anything. James went first, then Peter - they assured him they'd get a big laugh. Then Remus went.

The boggart shifted suddenly into a full moon, with clouds casting over it, Remus could swear he heard a howl echo from the scene, but his friends told him afterwards it was all in his head. Not to be deterred with every ounce of strength he had, Remus pointed his wand and said the spell firmly with a flick of his wrist. The moon became a balloon which deflated and wound it's way around Sirius which made everyone laugh.

With a smile on his face Sirius went next, Remus joined his friends at the back of the queue and the whole ordeal was over. People asked afterwards what it had meant, out of friendly curiosity more than anything and Remus was as honest as he could be. "I'm frightened of werewolves." He said, but no one other than Sirius, Peter and James knew what that truly meant.

patronas; a wolf

His patronas had always made Remus chuckle. It seemed ironic and tongue in cheek, like the kind of joke he would tell down the pub.

Those who conjure the wolf are normally very mysterious. There is always somthing new to learn about these individuals. While some who produce this patronus enjoy their own company compared to being around others, they are still always loyal to those closest to them. Those who wield a wolf patronus will protect friends and family with a feirce passion.

While first impressions can lead one to believe the wolf patronus belongs to a strong silent type, they also have a playful side underneath. However, this is only displayed towards trusted individuals.

mirror of erised; 

If Remus were to ever look into the mirror of erised he would see a very simple scene. It is himself, standing 6"2 in converse, jeans and a knitted jumper. His face is happy - all the agony, all the second guessing, the turmoil is gone. It is also clear, no scars or scratches on his handsome features, just rosy youthful cheeks. Amongst him are his two parents who stand either side beaming at him. Beside them are his best friends James, Sirius and Peter. They look light and happy, laughing or smiling as though someone has told a joke. Remus is not a werewolf, he's just a boy. His family have never been burdened with his secret and neither have his friends. He is normal and he is happy.

[dahliaxgreengrass]

i look inside myself and see my heart is black. i see my red door, i must have it painted black. maybe then i'll fade away and not have to face the facts. it's not easy facing up when your whole world is black.

basics.

name: dahlia maj greengrass. meaning: valley and dahl's flower; the bitter sea. nickname: none. birthday: january 17th. capricorn. age: twenty-one. pronouns: she + her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: alma greengrass (older sister). parents: hubert greengrass (father). valda greengrass nèe olsson (mother). languages: english, swedish, german. current residence: flat in london. current job: manager at slug and jitters. born: stockholm, sweden.

wizard fun.

former hogwarts house: slytherin. former affiliation: death eater. pet: snowy owl; emil. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: bat. boggart: dahlia’s funeral. amortentia scent: freshly washed linen, used parchment, elderflower wine, popcorn. wand type: blackthorn. dragonheart string. 10 ¾”.

appearance.

height: 5'5" hair color: reddish brown. eye color: deep brown. hair style: wildly tamed. fashion style: formal and covered up. fc: olivia cooke.

personality.

+ dignified, creative, inquisitive, self reliant - moody, argumentative, snobby, calculating  theme song: paint it black by the rolling stones.

bio.

it was supposed to be a blessing when the second child, dahlia maj, was born but right away it was disappointment. the greengrass curse had stricken the baby. a blood malediction with no cure. she was bound to die at a young age. hubert and valda looked into the child’s eyes that already looked sickly. when hubert was not in the room valda cried. her husband had already written the little girl off even though it was his family that brought the curse upon them. valda held her tight but let go when he was in the room. that’s how dahlia’s life would be. loving in secret, resentment, tears, thick skin and sickness.

her death hadn’t come before her hogwart’s letter did. and so she went and was sorted into slytherin, the only thing her father could be proud of. while there she had to find out who she was as she never had the chance before. all she knew was an icy exterior, to rely on no one to constantly be there and to always be second best. but soon she wised up. she wasn’t second best. she was smart as a whip and twice as sharp. all she needed was her right environment and the slytherin common room and its inhabitants gave it all to her.

while she loved many of the classes hogwarts had to offer, potions is where her heart landed. there was something about the creating of potions that appealed most to her; playing with different herbs, piecing them together to see what they would do. though she would never admit it, dahlia secretly hoped that one day — before she died — that she could find a cure. and that one day she could laugh in her father’s face. the only problem is that she had become so comfortable with the fact she was going to die that she hadn’t given much thought about what a real life would be like. but what if she could find out? so she dedicated her study to potions. this led to becoming the assistant manager for the slug and jiggers apothecary.

without proper death eater meetings and chaos to thrive on, dahlia's focus shifted very much toward her potions. she's willing to make anything and everything but her main goal is finding a cure to help herself as she can feel her health failing more and more. she fears that each day will be her last if she can't find anything to keep her alive. oddly enough she had resigned herself to the fact that she was going to die but deep down it eats at her nerves.

dahlia clings to her potions but also clings to hope that the death eaters will rise as a group once again, with or without voldemort. 

[teenageread]

Review: Charlotte's Web

Synopsis:

Some Pig. Humble. Radiant. These are the words in Charlotte's Web, high up in Zuckerman's barn. Charlotte's spiderweb tells of her feelings for a little pig named Wilbur, who simply wants a friend. They also express the love of a girl named Fern, who saved Wilbur's life when he was born the runt of his litter. E. B. White's Newbery Honor Book is a tender novel of friendship, love, life, and death that will continue to be enjoyed by generations to come. This edition contains newly color illustrations by Garth Williams, the acclaimed illustrator of E. B. White's Stuart Little and Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House series, among many other books.

Plot:

As the runt of the litter, Wilbur was set to die, until Fern decided to save him. Raising the little spring piglet by herself, Fern saw something special in Wilbur despite his tiny size. When he got too big, Fern’s parents suggested that Wilbur was to be raised at Uncle Zuckerman’s farm, which was better equipped for dealing with pigs. In the barn, Wilbur tried to become friends with the geese, the sheep, and even the rat, but no one was willing to play with him - until Charlotte. Charlotte was the spider who made her web at the top of the doorway and befriended the kind little piggy. When the pair find out that Zuckerman plans to kill Wilbur during the winter, Charlotte comes up with a plan to save Wilbur’s life, by making him the radiant pig everyone in the barn knows him to be.  

Thoughts:

A classical children's tale and one that I recommended everyone read to get the fullness of this wonderful story. Easy to read as it's meant for children, this short novel takes you through the third person point of view of Wilbur as he goes from being the runt of the litter to the star of the show. As the novel was written in the 50s it does have an old-style feel to it, with the story setting, and calling all the adults by Mr. or Mrs. However, unlike other 50-style novels, there is none of the racial or homophobic remarks as other stories do. This novel is designed for children, thus a very simple story with the theme being death. The novel started with Wilbur being sentenced to death but was saved by Fern, who most children can relate to in the sense they did not want to see the small pig die simply because he was the smallest. Then the middle theme of the novel was that Wilbur was to die during the holidays and it was up to Charlotte to come up with a plan to save Wilbur. As death is a heavy topic, this can make the novel hard for children to enjoy, but also what makes it a classic as it deals with this heavy topic in the best way you can. White made Willbur a loveable character, one for you to root for throughout the novel. Charlotte, while using big words for the age of this novel, was sophisticated and kind, and gave children a good idea of what it means to be a loving friend. Equally as huge as the death theme is the friendship theme and loyalty as we see Charlotte work effortlessly to save Wilbur, just because he is her friend. Where White could have gone more in-depth and made deeper emotional connections for this friendship, White kept it at a child’s level of Charlotte just stating that she is Wilbur’s friend and doing what she can to save him. Truly a simple plot, and one that deserves its rewards in literature and why, even as an adult, I feel this is an important story to re-read time and time again.

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[celestial-cheese-being]

Here’s Why I think BOTH Will and Nico will live through this new book.

ok so this is going to be longer post so either buckle up or get out of the cab ok?

We don't know much background on Will

Okay so we all know how much Nico has been through and has lost.

We aren't as a aware of Wills backstory. i suspect that this alone will keep him alive for a good part of the book, since he's going to be an MC, we're going to need to get backstory.

But most of the story and all of the story are two very different concepts when talking about a solangelo death.

Its a stand alone

So back to us knowing Nico’s backstory, ill cut to chase: he cant lose will, especially right now. With his character, i Highly doubt that even the best writer could successfully pull that off in standalone, A series? possibly, A standalone, No. Killing off Will would be a weak ending used only for shock value. It would go against the already existing character development to wrap up the cause and effect of that in a single book.

What we do know about Will 

Okay, so going off what we do know about Will, with his personality and (little) background info we have, i doubt Nico would be killed off,

Why? Because the best character deaths are written through the way they affect other characters.

So whos the other main MC in this book? Will. Who will nico’s death effect most in this book, especially in a way that would drive the plot? Will.

So know we have to look at how that would affect Wills character. Well to be frank (yes slight pun), i think he’d move on. Would be heart broken? Of course. Would he carry grief and possibly survivors guilt for years? Most likey, but he’d work through it and keep going. 

You see, Will has lost people before, now so has nico. Why do I think Will would react differently? Because he already has. When will lost Michael Yew, he didn't run off after creating a giant gash in the ground or summoning/dispelling Zombies,  he became the Cabin Counselor (at about 11 too)

Now i'm not saying anything against nico, I'm just showing how they reacted differently. Now does it make sense that nico reacted the way he did at Bianca's death? Yes.Now before any one says biannca was closer to Nico than Will and Yew, Yew was head counselor and will was year rounder. Michael Yew was likely almost a father/big brother to Will, and taught him about how to heal and fight and everything luke did for percy when he first arrived at camp. A different dynamic, but Important to note.

Will is also like the head medic at camp. Pretty much he’s  with any camper who dies. Any one who had an injury ( so basically all of them) he knows. He's a healer, he's seen people at their weakest, hes watched fellow friends and campers die, when he and his cabin can’t do enough to save them.  pretty much i'm ready to bet survivors guilt is going to be major part of his backstory in this next book}

 HOWEVER, I think that Will really has a deep sense of purpose and belonging at CHB, and thats what will keep him going, even if nico would get killed off.

SO pretty much I don’t think killing Nico would be Rick’s style.

Now we move on to two fan theories 

Names

Nico is meant to always live:

this theroy is partly from from this post:

but what you need to know to from it, is these meanings of Nico and Brianna's Names:

Biannca is the white angel: meant to die

Nico is the dark angel: meant to live

Now we have Will’s Name:

Will full name is William Solance

William:  protector.

Solance;  comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness.

( sol is also a prefix meaning sun).

make of that info what you will...

The Blonde Theory:

 **MAJOR SPOILER FOR TOA**

** spoiler for mark of athena**

okay so this book is going to basically makes or brake this theory. Its is a pretty well accepted theory in the pjo fandom, bit it goes likes this to those who havent heard o

Rick hate the blonde characters. As almost all the major blonde characters have been killed off. { re: jason, octavian, luke, } {Now magnus is a grey area, he died, but teachinally went to a norse version of the underworld but I'm going to take him as a death.}

EXECPT for the ones who go to the underworld. Think about it. What main characters who are blonde have lived?

Annabeth- went to tartarus w/ percy.

Apollo-  as a god is blonde, fights python in the underworld,also goes to the rivers at one point. 

And to some, if we take Hazel to be blonde/part blonde, she also went to the underworld.

Sadie also goes to part of an egyptian version of the underworld/afterlife.

SO my thought is this: If will is going to Tartarus, according to the blonde theory, that means his going to survive it.

~ END OF RANT ~

-Feel free to reblog and rip this apart if one of them ends up dieing

~ Feel free to add

~ If a fact is off book-wise, feel free to correct

~ thank  you for coming to my ted talk if you managed to read my whole rant~

(I also used Will’s Wiki Fandom page to fact check this which you can find here)

[loki-hargreeves]

Loki x Reader - Welcome Home to Westview

Warnings: WANDAVISION SPOILERS, mentions of death, angst and fluff  Word Count: 2,8K Summary: You join Wanda when she drives to Westview. Next thing you know, you’re reunited with Loki who you lost years ago because of Thanos. He’s there to welcome you home 1950s style and make up for lost time.  Author’s Note: This was requested and I absolutely loved this idea. I hope you like it! <3

YOUR POV

When everyone came back, it had been a miracle. Everyone who had vanished during the blip. Everyone who had vanished when Thanos had singlehandedly taken away half of all life. Most people were happy to have their loved ones back. Most people got someone back. 

But that wasn’t your case, nor was it for Wanda. She came back into a world without Vision, you had to keep living without Loki. You always knew that he had died differently. Thanos had killed him and you had witnessed it. You should’ve known just how real it was, that he was gone. Seeing it should’ve been proof enough in order for you to move on and let go. Yet somehow, when the portals opened you had dared to feel hope. Deep down, you had hoped he too would’ve walked out of the golden gates with everyone else, but you had been wrong. 

He had never come back. 

You and Wanda had grown close during your time as Avengers. Recently, the two of you had grown even closer because of your shared grief. The two of you understood one another deeply and it connected you. 

That’s why you had joined Wanda today. She was headed to SWORD headquarters where they were keeping Vision’s body. Everything about it was unsettling and you too felt angry about it. Something about SWORD was fishy and you didn’t trust their motives at all, neither did Wanda. All she wanted was to have a funeral for the man she loved. 

You had agreed to wait in the car as she walked inside, but you kept glancing at the entry just in case you would have to walk in to support your friend. Time passed and eventually Wanda returned to the car alone. Even before she sat down, you could tell things hadn’t gone too well. She slammed the door shut and put her hands on the steering wheel tightly.

“Are you okay?” You were concerned for her well-being. 

Wanda didn’t reply immediately. Her eyes scanned the parking lot and then she looked at the papers she kept in the backseat. For a while, she seemed to be deep in thought and you decided not to push her. Eventually, Wanda faced you.

“There’s something I need to do,” She stated mysteriously.

“Do you want me to leave?” 

“No,” Wanda sounded sure of herself, “I would like it if you came with me, if that’s okay.”

Usually, Wanda handled things on her own. She would push others away and never ask for help. But this seemed different. She was willing to accept your support, and you were more than happy to be there for her; no matter what.

“Okay, I’m right here for you, Wanda.”

Despite how frustrated and upset Wanda felt, she managed to smile. It was nice to have you by her side during such difficult times. 

“Thank you, Y/N.”

                The car ride was long, but it didn’t feel like it. Wanda and you weren’t talking and the car radio filled the silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, yet you could tell that something had gone terribly wrong. Once Wanda was ready to talk about it, you would be there for her. For now, your presence was more than enough. 

Since you didn’t talk, you tried to focus on the songs on the radio to distract yourself from your own, deep thoughts. Sometimes, they would get the best of you and right now, you wanted to stay tuned in the moment, not in the past.

Eventually, you drove past a sign that said Welcome to Westview. It was a small town, but nice nonetheless. It looked old. Buildings were worn and the streets looked like they had been used for decades. The town had a lot of family-friendly places and small shops. You saw an old lady drinking coffee by herself and a man putting up flyers. No one seemed to pay too much attention to you as Wanda drove by everything slowly. You noticed that Wanda was eyeing the street names closely. Was she searching for something?

It didn’t take too long until Wanda took a turn to a street called Sherwood drive and slowed down the car, eventually coming to a stop. You noticed the foundation of a house that had once been there. The neighborhood around you was full of family homes and it had a very warm and cozy energy. As nice as your surroundings were, Wanda looked like she wanted to cry. 

“Can you stay here? I need to do something on my own,” Wanda finally broke the silence. How long had you been in silence? You weren’t sure. 

“Yeah. Just let me know if you need me, okay?” You wanted to reassure her of your support. 

Wanda just nodded and reached to the backseat to grab a paper. With one last glance at you, she got out of the car and closed the door. You sat comfortably on your seat and turned the radio on a little louder as she walked away. The song that was playing was familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your tongue on the name of it. The lyrics were beautiful and you found yourself relaxing to the melody.

“... If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do, is to save everyday 'til eternity passes away just to spend it with you ...”

Naturally, you were worried about her. Wanda hadn’t spoken about what happened when she tried to recover Vision’s body. Clearly, things hadn’t gone too well. Had she even been allowed to see him? 

As you sat there, you wondered how you would’ve felt if you had been in her shoes, if someone had Loki’s body and they wouldn’t let you have a funeral for him. Immediately, your gut twisted in disgust and pain. It seemed like a nightmare. 

For all that you knew, Loki was somewhere in space, in the middle of nowhere, all alone. When the Guardians had heard the distress signal, they had only found you and Thor. Loki was nowhere to be seen. All the debris from the spaceship had made it nearly impossible to see and navigate through it all. 

It had been years but it still hurt. Knowing he was left alone broke your heart, as if seeing him die hadn’t been soul crushing enough. You knew you would never get over losing Loki. He was and always would be the love of your life. Even if he wasn’t there, you always kept him in your heart. You were sure your very souls were connected. The love you had was just that deep. 

Curiously, you looked out of the car window just to keep an eye on Wanda. She was standing in the middle of the ruins with the paper in her trembling hands. You couldn’t see what it said, but you knew it was important because once she looked at it, she broke down into tears. The sight of her there, all alone in so much pain was awful. For so long, she had been strong and kept on a tough face, but she had reached her breaking point. All the pain, the anger, the misery, it had gotten the best of her. You knew exactly how it felt and your first instinct was to get out of the car and go there to comfort her. How could you just sit there when she was sobbing on the cold hard ground all by herself?

When you got out of the car and looked at Wanda again, she was standing. Her powers were growing around her and a bright red light made you squint your eyes. What on earth was going on?

“Wanda?” You called out for her worriedly, unsure whether she could hear you from so far away. Her powers grew stronger at an alarming rate. You could feel just how strong the magic was and goosebumps rose on your skin. Something was terribly wrong and you knew things were getting out of hand. Despite how dangerous it was to approach something so chaotic and powerful, you tried to reach her. You never did.

Wanda’s powers were explosive. In the blink of an eye, her magic poured all around her and covered everything and everyone in sight. You remembered seeing that signature scarlet shade all around you and then everything went blank. It all happened so fast that you didn’t even have time to be scared, nor to use your powers to shield yourself from hers. The red swallowed you completely with no warning. 

‘

             What happened?

   How did I get here?

                                              ,

You stood in front of Wanda and Vision’s house. Despite not remembering anything at all, you just knew that it was where she lived. Why were you just standing on her lawn? That was odd. You couldn’t remember getting there, but strangely enough, it didn’t bother you too much. You must’ve just taken a stroll and ended up at your best friend’s house. As strange as it was, you didn’t think twice about it.

With a smile on your face, you straightened the skirt of your silky dress and looked at your heels to see that they were dirt-free and shiny. After all, your outfit was brand new and you didn’t want to get the dirty right away, now did you?

“You look more beautiful than I remembered,” A familiar voice caught your attention. Your eyes widened as you stood there, now in shock. It had been too long since you had last heard that voice. 

“Do you not recognize me? Has it been that long?” Loki walked closer to you from behind. 

You turned around because you had to see him to make sure you had heard right. When you saw him standing there, you felt overjoyed. 

Loki was alive!

“Oh my god,” You could hardly believe your eyes. 

Loki opened his arms wide, inviting you to a hug. Once the initial shock passed, you ran into his strong and loving arms. Loki embraced you just like you remembered he had done before. His oh-so-familiar scent filled your lungs and you were drunk on him in an instant. Tears stung your eyes and you closed them, allowing yourself to sink into his touch and be fully enveloped by him once again. 

“I missed you so much,” You admitted and felt a warm tear rolling down your cheek, ruining your makeup but you didn’t care at all. Loki had seen you, all of you. With him, you could be completely vulnerable. 

Loki planted a kiss at the top of your head, then your forehead and the tip of your nose. His soft hands cupped your cheeks and you opened your eyes just to face him. His eyes were mesmerizing and dangerous. With just one glance, you were lost.

“I missed you too,” Loki let you know sincerely. You didn’t know where he had been, or why you had been separated. All you knew was that it had been years and now you were together again. That was all that mattered and you refused to think about the logic of it all. It felt like you could hope again. You could be happy.

A gentle breeze played with your skirt and with your hair. Loki looked like a god as he stood there in his black suit and tie, with his long dark locks swaying in the wind. Your heart was so full of love again and you felt happy, so happy that you kissed him.

Your lips collided sweetly and Loki kissed you back with such fiery passion that you felt as if your soul was on fire. The kiss was so romantic that you knew if a crowd would’ve been watching, they would’ve aww-ed. It would’ve brought people to tears. 

Eventually, you had to break the kiss so you could breathe. Once you did, both of you smiled like never before. Loki couldn’t let go of you and you didn’t want to let go of him either. 

“Let’s go home, shall we?” Loki proposed happily. 

Home. 

The word made your heart swell with affection. 

“I’d love that,” You admitted, your mind already thinking about all the possibilities. You shared a home and you could spend the rest of your lives there together. You could have your own little family. Nothing could come between you ever again. 

Loki offered you his arm for you to hold onto, which you gladly did. Together you turned away from Wanda and Vision’s home and began to walk to your own home. Somehow, you knew exactly where to go, like you had walked that path a million times before.

The walk was so relaxing. You and Loki held onto each other so comfortably and watched your neighbours, greeting them as you passed by. Everything seemed so peaceful; perfect. It was exactly where you wanted to be for all the rest of your days. 

“So where were you all this time?” You asked Loki curiously. After all, he had been gone for a while now. As you tried to think about it, you felt distracted by his touch and just the sight of him. It was almost like something didn’t want you to poke your brain with a stick, so you tried not to get yourself puzzled. 

Loki raised his eyebrows and hummed by himself, as if he had to really think about it in order to remember, “It’s a long story, my love. One I’ll tell you all about once we’re home. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a great dinner topic,” You hinted at him. Dining together was always the highlight of your day. 

It didn’t take long to walk from Wanda’s house to yours. After all, you lived on the same street. Your home was beautiful. It was spacious, so you and Loki wouldn’t outgrow it anytime soon. 

Loki let go of you and he rushed to open the front door to you. “Ladies first,” He smirked to you and then looked inside. 

“You’re such a gentleman,” You couldn’t help but to feel appreciated.  Loki treated you like a queen, he always had. Then you walked inside.

Your eyes adjusted from the brightness outside to the dim lights inside. Loki closed the door and then you were both home. The place reflected the two of you so well, in every little detail. Someone had lit the fireplace when you were gone and you assumed it was Loki’s doing. Now that you were behind closed doors, you could use your powers without being seen. 

“Did you-” Your sentence was cut short as you turned to face Loki again. He was standing behind you with a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. The sweet gesture took you by surprise and you forgot what you were going to ask. 

“I know it isn’t much, but I want to make up for the time we lost. I hope this is the right path to your heart again, my love,” Loki explained as he handed the gifts to you, which you gladly accepted. 

“Oh Loki, thank you,” You were moved by the gesture. “But I need you to know you’ve always been in my heart, and you always will be.”

Loki seemed relieved to hear those words, “as will you be in mine.” 

Ding!

“What was that?” You were surprised by the sound that came from the kitchen. 

Loki grabbed your empty hand and placed a soft kiss on your skin, “I do believe you mentioned something about dinner.”

Yet another surprise. 

“When did you do that?” You were impressed by it all. He had really gone out of his way to make this day lovely - and you certainly weren’t complaining. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Loki replied with a grin and began to lead to you the dining room. You shouldn’t have expected any less from your husband.

“How very sneaky of you,” You rolled your eyes playfully. That’s when you noticed the lovely aroma in the air. Dinner smelled lovely and you hadn’t even seen it yet. Had he made your favourite? 

Loki pulled a chair back for you to sit on. As you sat down, the plates, the food and all that appeared on the table out of nowhere just like magic. Yet another trick, one that was very useful too.

Your eyes followed Loki as he walked around the table and sat down opposite of you. Just then, the setting sun shone through the curtains. It brightened up the room beautifully and highlighted every beautiful aspect of Loki, especially his eyes. The sun was shining on you and dinner was ready. 

“One more thing,” Loki remembered and quickly snapped his fingers, lighting the candles to set the mood, “now everything is perfect.”

He was right. Finally, the two of you were together under the roof of your home. What else could you have ever wished for?

“Perfect indeed.”

A/N: I hope you liked it! If you did, I would love to hear your feedback 🥺 I loved this concept so much that I want to write more, but for now I’ll keep this one short. 

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[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 14

Hannibal reads too much into Max's attempt to reconcile and cult girl revisits her past.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: discussions of death, abandonment, military casualties, emotional abuse

You soon returned to the opera knowing you had nothing to hide. Hannibal selected for you an off-white maternity gown so form-fitting it was practically painted on. He wanted everyone to see that you, his queen, empress and goddess, were carrying his child.

It only took that evening for the whole dynamic to change. Suddenly, you were an expectant new mother. Imogen had been a massive hit, you were planning to go again.

You were affixing your heavy cubic zirconia earrings when you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated, but hurried down the stairs when you saw who it was.

"Max?" You said, upon opening the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi?"

"Hey, [F/N]." Max greeted, eyes darting nervously around the porch. "I just came around to apologize in person. I'm sorry I was such a chauvinist prick."

You leaned against the door. "Oh?"

"You were right." He continued. "I don't know what it's like to carry a baby, and, unless something goes very wrong, I never will."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." You smiled.

"Anyway, these are for you." He said, handing the bouquet over. "They're chrysanthemums."

"Thank you, Max." You said, accepting the flowers.

"Archie and I-" He scratched the back of his head. "We thought that, maybe, if you'd still have us, that we'd name the baby Chrysanthemum. With your permission, of course."

"Like the picture book?" Your face lit up. "With the little mouse girl?"

Max nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly."

You hugged the bouquet into your chest and considered it again. You looked back at Hannibal, who hadn't looked up from his expectant fathers' website for a second all day. He surrounded himself with books about child psychology, attachment theory, developmental behavior patterns and somehow found himself on a tangent about institutionalized misogyny in medicine.

"I'm sorry, Max." You said, sincerely. "I really do appreciate you coming down here and apologizing, but-"

Max put his hands up and gave you a disarming smile. "I understand. Plans change."

"I just really want to stress that it's not you." You assured him. "I've kind of... really grown to like the idea of being a parent. And I think that was Hannibal's plan all along, too."

"I believe a congratulations is in order, then." His voice turned up in delight. "I'm very happy for you. Both of you."

You clutched the bouquet to your chest. "Thank you."

"Well, I'd better get going." He stepped backwards down the stairs. "I've got three pints of Ben and Jerry's in the backseat and Archie'll have my head if I come home and they've melted."

"Max, wait." You stopped him before he could get down the driveway.

"Hm?"

You leaned against the threshold and smiled warmly. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

Max returned the smile. "Of course not."

You waved goodbye and shut the door. You hurried to the kitchen to put the flowers in water before you had to go.

"Who was that, love?" Hannibal asked, half-heartedly. He was still very fixated on his research.

"Max Thomas-Park." You answered, unwrapping the flowers from the decorative plastic.

Hannibal looked up from his computer, but left the room silent for you to fill.

"He wanted to make amends." You explained. You walked across the room to the china cabinet and selected a vase big enough to hold the ornate bouquet. "Brought flowers and everything."

"Chrysanthemums?" He asked, sniffing the air.

"I see your sense of smell is coming back." You commented.

"Interesting selection." He narrowed his eyes on the bouquet.

"Well, he said that was what he wanted to name the kid." You offered. "It was a cute pitch, not gonna lie."

Hannibal shut his laptop and examined the bouquet up close. "If he wanted to express regret, he would have done better to bring you blue or purple hyacinths."

"Well, like I said." You made a point to project a little more. "He said he wanted to name his daughter chrysanthemum."

"Mums are given to show sympathy for those in mourning." Hannibal continued, clearly having his own conversation.

"Hannibal-"

"I think your cousin got her hooks in him and he's planning to--" He cut himself off, lest he speak the unthinkable into reality. "That's why he brought mourning flowers."

"Max Thomas-Park is conspiring with Anna to kill our unborn baby?" You said, flatly, to emphasize how insane he sounded.

Hannibal held a bloom between his fingers and looked closely at it. "It's the kind of hint I would leave. For courtesy's sake."

"I think looking at parenting blogs all day has made you a little paranoid." You observed, knowing full well that an overprotective husband and soon-to-be father of your child was not a bad problem to have. Nevertheless, you shut the laptop and touched his cheek. "Come on. We're going to be late for the opera."

You heaved yourself into the passenger's seat of the car, feeling the seat give beneath your heavy frame. Every time you got into the car, you remembered that you needed to shop for a car seat. The thought just as soon left your mind every time. 

“We need to look for a car seat.” You said as Hannibal shut the door, hoping that he’d remember. 

“I mean,” Hannibal blurted out, still lost in his own conversation. “Max is a cultured and well-educated man. He has to know the implications of his flowers.” 

You huffed, dreading to think that paranoid delusion was symptomatic of his parenting style. “Right. The twenty-seven year old data analyst who graduated with a finance MBA from UChicago is also proficient in the outdated and frivolous language of flowers.” 

“In Italy, mums are only given as comfort for loss.” Hannibal said with undeserved conviction. “Exclusively, [F/N].” 

You rolled your eyes and typed something up on your phone. You raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit proud of yourself for what you found. 

“In Korea, y’know, the country that Max’s family is from,” You corrected. “The chrysanthemum is a symbol of friendship.” 

Hannibal tensed up for a moment, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. It was as if he were trying to break himself out of a trance. “...I’m sorry, darling.” 

“I know you’re scared.” You stared at his profile, trying to make out an expression. “I’m also... pretty scared. But you can’t take it out on a guy who has nothing to do with it.” 

“I am scared.” He affirmed, but the way in which he did was a telltale sign that he wasn’t giving you the full story. 

“Of?” You raised your eyebrow. “Finish the sentence, Hannibal.” 

"I need to keep our baby safe." He answered. "And I cannot in good conscience let her come into the world knowing that someone wants to hurt her. To hurt you."

You sighed. "Hannibal, are you seriously still worried about Anna?"

"Don't underestimate the role privilege and entitlement plays in the decision to commit acts of violence." He enunciated carefully. "You of all people should know that."

"Anna has cultivated such a perfect victim image to project outwardly that even a hint of proactive violence would shatter it." You explained. "She's the poor girl who has things done to her. Her evil cousin ruined her marriage. Her evil cousin destroyed her career. And she's the innocent victim in all of it."

"Logically, I know that you can speak on her behavior with more authority than I." Hannibal admitted.

"No shit." You scoffed. "I had to live with her."

"Can we at least entertain the idea that she has something planned?" He pleaded.

"I'm surprised at you." You said. "You never really struck me as the overly-cautious type."

Hannibal shook his head. "With my own life, I'm willing to gamble. But not when it's you. And not when it's Imogen."

You tensed up. His admitted willingness to put himself in danger unlocked a core memory you had buried deep down. The only thing you knew about your own father was that he was willing to put himself in danger. To go overseas and die for fuck-all instead of live for the child he selfishly created then abandoned. He chose to give his life for oil. You didn't choose to grow up without a father and your mother didn't choose to raise a child without a partner. He made that choice for you.

"Now what are you not telling me?" Hannibal broke you out of your trance. "I know that look, [F/N]."

"Nothing." You shook your head. "You should really not plan on dying anytime soon."

"I promise you, I am not going anywhere." His voice softened. "Least of all, to Iraq."

"Okay, you're a pretty good therapist but you never told me you could read minds." You threw your hands up in defeat. "Are you a psychiatrist or are you Loki?"

"As fun as being the god of mischief would be," Hannibal smiled to himself. "I just happen to have a steel-trap memory and an admittedly quite obsessive fixation on the mental health of the mother of my child."

"I swear to god I never told you about him." You denied. "Not even in passing."

"You didn't have to." He assured you. "Beatrice did."

You were surprised for a fraction of a second until the information sat in your head long enough to realize it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Beatrice took every opportunity she got to brag about her son's sacrifices. She never once mentioned the sacrifices he forced upon you. Only that her son was a hero.

"Did you get the 'don't believe anything [F/N] has to say about my son' speech?" Your voice flattened in complete non-surprise.

"It was a prepared speech?" Hannibal chuckled. "Pity. I thought I was special."

"She gave it to my first boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "We were, like, fifteen."

"The root of your psychological issues becomes clearer every time we talk about Beatrice." He commented under his breath.

"I know." You conceded.

He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off and placed his hand over yours.

"Your father was a coward." He said, bluntly. It was nice to hear what had been echoing in the back of your head out loud for once. "I know no country to serve. No god to glorify. I promise, you have the whole of me. My mind, body and soul belongs to you and our child."

You squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for anything else."