#and they asked me if she was Ari's other owner

[rechererdureveperdu]

[bigtreefest]

Pour Clueless Babes

Pairing: Bartender! Curtis Everett x Reader

Summary: unbeknownst to you both, you and the broody bartender can’t help your want to be around each other

Word count: 1,751

Content/warnings: swears?, slight objectification and misogyny, attempts at hiding feelings, alcohol consumption, teasing from friends, a hint of idiots in love?, a small mention of Curtis’s rooftop herb garden, it’s mostly fluff and mutual pining

A/N: written for Siri’s Birthday Bonenanza!! Love you, babes, and happy birthday. @stargazingfangirl18

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Prompts: Babe is in love and cranky about it + Character A is frustrated at how fucking oblivious Character B is to their advances + “I’m sure you could talk me into saying ‘yes’ to whatever you want.”

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist

“You just need to buck up and ask her out.”

Curtis rolled his eyes at his friend sitting in a lawn chair across from him in the rooftop garden, pairing it with a scoff before he took another sip of his beer.

“It’s not that easy, dude.”

Ari, Curtis’s longtime friend, co-owner and often co-bartender of the main dive in town shifted in his seat with a raised brow and tilt of the head. “Sure it is! You’re hot, and from the way you talk about her, so is she. I don’t see what could go wrong.”

Curtis grumbled and finished off his bottle, grabbing another from the bucket of ice and uncapping it. “A lot. A lot could go wrong, Ari. I don’t want a quick fuck and I sure as hell don’t have girls throwing themselves at me like you do on Friday nights.”

Ari scoffed, but had no rebuttal, it was true. Women flocked to Ari’s side of the bar, always creating a crowd where the regulars couldn’t get served. So Curtis took them, while Ari could be caught slinging dozens of fruity drinks for all the flirts who constantly mentioned how strong and attentive he was. The only reason Curtis didn’t complain was because they split tips, Ari getting several banknotes marked with phone numbers and salacious messages, and Curtis getting the peace of the calmer drinkers.

Sure, a woman here and there would come to Curtis for a drink, figuring Ari wasn’t worth the wait and the shoulder bumping, but that was few and far between. Until you.

From the moment he watched you walk through the door, he kept an eye on your searching gaze, smiling when you saw your friends, but making a beeline for him before you went and sat.

The next time you came up to him, though, Curtis made sure your drink was on the house. Anything for the pretty girl who smiled at him. Chose him. And was much more enjoyable than his grumbling regulars.

Curtis was pulled out of this thoughts by Ari’s groan.

“Listen, I don’t think women throw themselves at me…”

Curtis looked at his friend with disbelief at the blatant lie.

“…that much. Not that much, I was gonna finish, jeez. Plus, what’s it matter, it’s not like I take them home…usually. Sloppy drunk isn’t cute and too many of them just keep coming back until I cut them off. No one has chatted me up like they want a date instead of in my pants because all I get are googly eyes, but this sounds different for you. She sounds good.”

Curtis sighed and wiped a hand over his beard. Ari was right. You were good. Probably too good for him. Plus, it’s not like you even noticed any move he tried to put on you. You were probably just being nice, not flirty. You probably didn’t even notice the free drinks using special ingredients made from the garden, the rare smile he’s never given another customer. It was kind of infuriating that he was so ready to give himself over to you and you had no idea just how deep it ran. How it affected him and stayed on his mind even in the off hours. Guys had to be throwing themselves at you, and he was just another one to add on to the bottom of the list.

“Yeah, yeah, I just…I don’t wanna mess it up, ya know? Am I even ready for this? Why now? Why do I have to feel something now? And I don’t even know if she feels the same way!”

Ari only offered a shrug.

“I don’t know, man. When it’s time, it’s time.”

That’s all he gave. Curtis groaned and wiped a hand down his face, rubbing back and forth over his beard once again. “Yeah….it’s just…ugh. I can’t think of anything else. I’ve got all these plans for bar improvement. The herb garden is finally coming in nicely and I was gonna meet with those brunch people from the city to talk about expanding our offerings beyond the few ideas I’ve come up with, but I can’t focus on a goddamn thing other than her.”

Curtis was almost mad it was affecting him so much—that he looked forward to seeing you. Yearned to make you another drink, hold conversation just a second longer. Nothing had ever stuck to his mind this much.

Ari only laughed as he looked over the edge of the roof at the town where the two had grown up. Over all that time, he had never seen his buddy this torn up.

Pulling two more drinks out of the bucket, he uncapped them and handed one to his friend.

“Well, here’s hoping you get this all sorted out. And by that, I mean, get your big boy pants on, fully admit your feelings, and ask her out.”

Curtis groaned and threw a hand over his eyes while his best friend simply smirked, knowing he was right.

It was Friday night and you were hanging out with some of your friends at the bar you had been frequenting lately. Everyone around you was in deep conversation, but you were lost, zoned out, with your mind on only one thing: that gruff bartender.

You had already been up to see him three times this evening, insisting to be the one to get the next rounds for the table in hopes of garnering his attention.

You felt successful. Maybe? Every time you went up to him, his full attention was on you. And it looked like he was smiling, right? Well, no, he probably did that with everyone. Except…in the several times you had caught yourself staring at him, he never once made that same face at another customer. So it had to mean something, didn’t it?

You felt your shoulder shaking, pulling you out of your thoughts and blinked back into consciousness.

“What? What?” You shook your head and looked back at your group of friends.

Alana sitting next to you rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Your drink has been sitting empty for a minute, girl. We’re just surprised you haven’t gone back to the broody bartender, yet! Jenna said she dropped by and all she got was a scowl when she asked for green tea shots, but we see the way he looks at you. Think you could score us some good shots?”

You scoffed and leaned back in your seat, trying to deny what you felt, but didn’t necessarily see. “Oh please, I’m sure he doesn’t even notice me!”

The three girls across from you exchanged a glance before Jenna shook her head. “Um, wrong. One hundred percent wrong. I’m pretty sure you’re all he notices and he’s the same for you. Can’t believe you two are so blind to each other. You keep going up to him and you’re up to a total of what? Half a dozen free drinks over a few visits at this point?”

Everyone around you shared the same knowing glance and you were ready to concede. You couldn’t help the way your heart started beating faster with anticipation of going up to him again, but the alcohol flowing through your body, finally settling in, was enough to override any last ounce insecurity you had. You just wanted to be close to him that badly again, despite his apparent disdain for fancy shots. It was worth a try, though, so you sighed and nodded and stood up, saving your brain power so you could say something coherent to the beautifully beastly bartender.

As you steadied yourself in your shoes, the alcohol hit a little harder, but you weren’t going to stop now. As you began your steps across the wooden floor, your eyes locked with the man with the dark beard and buzz cut and watched as his deft hands slid another beer across the counter at a regular.

You waltzed up to the varnished bar and drummed your fingers on the edge as you looked up at the head between a towering pair of broad shoulders. If you’d have known better, you’d have said he was almost beaming at you.

“Hey sweet thing, what can I get you?”

A tingle went down your spine at that. You would’ve claimed it was the alcohol, if you hadn’t known that it usually numbed you instead of set your body alight. The bartender, who you’d come to know as Curtis, usually wasn’t that outright with the pet names. From what you had seen so far, he was pretty reserved. Something had changed tonight, though, and you couldn’t complain about that, so you threw it back.

“Well, handsome, I’m really sorry to ask this, but would you be willing to make me four green tea shots? I’m sorry if it’s a lot to ask…”

From your side, you heard a snicker, and your eyes found an older gentleman, likely one of the bar regulars. Curtis’s gaze had darted to him, too, except his eyes were stern. The gentleman knew that Curtis wasn’t usually one to make drinks with more than a couple steps, and especially not on more than one occasion in a night unless it was for someone pretty exceptional. And you seemed like both of those things. Curtis simply cleared his throat to regain your attention and pulled out the glasses before finding what he needed.

“Well lucky for you, I’m sure you could talk me into saying ‘yes’ to whatever you want.” He winked as he expertly tipped the bottles.

A blush crept up your cheeks along with the one the liquor had put there. You were gone enough on his behavior and your last few drinks that there wasn’t much to hold you back anymore before you blurted, “Does that include dinner with me next Thursday?”

Curtis stopped in his tracks, slamming the bottles down on the counter with a loud thud that startled you. His face was almost unreadable. Sure, before tonight, you felt like he may not have seemed interested, but in your small chats over drink orders throughout this evening, that changed. You didn’t read this wrong, did you?

You watched intently as his gaze which was fixed on the worn wooden table shifted upward to look at you through his eyelashes. Those gorgeous, long eyelashes. A true, genuine smile was on his lips. He had no idea you felt the same way as him. “Yeah. I think it does.”

Bonus A/N: bartender!Curtis will return in the second part of this, and we’ll see much more about his herb garden and secret treats for his girl. This is the first thing I’ve written in months, so cut me some slack, okay, but I’d love your feedback in all forms.

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly

[yichuuonvenus]

Pomegranate Seeds

Tom Riddle x Reader

~Description~

It’s your last year at Hogwarts and Tom wanted to celebrate with you…

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-consent, Dacryphilla, Ravenclaw reader, Innocent reader, Forced pregnancy

You looked at yourself in the mirror, slowly smoothing out the strays in your hair. You looked over to your friend, quietly snoozing without a care in the world. She was still knocked out cold from sneaking out to the astronomy tower. 

You sighed a bit and walked over to her bed. 

“Eva…” you called out to her. 

“Eva, we have to leave soon.” You lightly shook her a bit, giggling when she shook awake. 

“Is it time already?” She complained looking at the bright sky and then grumbling. 

“Yes! Myrtle and Arianna already left.” You smiled at her and helped her up. 

She immediately threw on her uniform and grabbed her bag. You both greeted your friends and made your way out of the common room. A few of your friends were escorting you guys down to the great hall. 

As you guys neared your table you couldn’t miss a bone-chilling tingle going up your spine. 

It was like something or perhaps someone was watching you. 

You turned and thought nothing of it to possibly meet its owner. You frowned when you didn’t meet the gaze of what you thought was watching you. 

You simply sighed and sat down, head tilting a bit to the side. 

“You okay?” Eva asked. Her lips curled into a soft frown. Her eyebrows throw you a look of concern. 

“Yeah… I I- I’m okay,” you quietly said. 

“She’s probably already thinking about her newts,” Myrtle laughed. 

You laughed too or at least tried to. 

“But really what’s wrong with you?” Arianna took your hand and squeezed it slightly. 

“Uh um… I’m just so upset that we all won’t be in Professor Slughorn’s club together,” you said signing a bit.

You didn’t like lying but you really were upset at that. That was the only thing your mother talked about growing up making sure you and your friends got in Slug Club. 

“It’s okay… how many times do we have to tell you that,” Eva iterated. 

“Yes, precisely. It wasn’t like we were going to get in anyways,” Myrtle laughed. “I’m a muggle-born, and Ari almost failed her owls.”

You joined in laughing, this time it was genuine, getting a hit from Arianna to the both of you. You still couldn’t help that twisted feeling in your stomach. The conversation lightly shifted after that. The usual small talk took place. 

“Have you all heard the rumor of Minerva?” Myrtle whispered.

“No, what happened?” Eva leaned down. Trying to whisper but doing a horrible job at it. We all gathered our heads towards the middle. 

“I’ve heard she turned into an animagus!” Myrtle announced making Arianna cover her mouth quickly. 

“Myrtle, you can’t just yell that!” Arianna said her voice as commanding as her mother’s.

“There’s no way…” Eva said. “You have to keep a mandrake lead in your mouth for an entire month! Ugh, there’s no way I could do that.”

“I swear to you… When you’re like me you hear things in the bathroom all the time,” Myrtle said matter-of-factly. Myrtle continued to ramble about other rumors going around the school. 

“Ah Myrtle’s muggle club is all here today,” a girl with blonde curly hair said. 

You all looked up to find who the voice belonged to. 

Olive Hornby. 

A rude pure-blood from Gryffindor. 

“Right, why are you even here Olive… the tables are separated by houses. Please scuttle off like the rat infestation you are,” Eva said uncaringly if Olive came from a pure-blood family. 

Olive stood there for a moment mouth agape eyes wide. The rest of you snickered a bit. 

“Well then… I will but not before I give a few tips for Myrtle’s terrible case of dragon pox… oh wait it’s just her acne.” She giggled before finally walking away. 

“Get a life, Olive!” Eva said. 

You swore you could’ve felt Eva’s anger throughout the air. 

Your mind was only on Myrtle and she left before you all could even console her. 

“I’ll go check on her.” Arianna rushed to follow after Myrtle. 

“I’ll go too,” you say wanting nothing but to comfort your best friend. 

“Hey, I got it. You guys go to class and we’ll meet up later,” Ari said half smiling and half frowning. 

“Oh… alright,” you silently said. Unable to resist a frown forming. 

“Hey, Myrtle is going to be okay. She’s the biggest firecracker out of all of us,” Eva laughed and you nodded your head laughing too. 

You both parted ways and you felt a twinge in your gut. You hugged yourself and kept your eyes on the floor. 

. . . 

You walked alone to class and drifted through classes like you were running on autopilot. You couldn’t help but think about Myrtle. As much as you wanted to protect her from everything bad in the world you knew you couldn’t and that broke your heart. You loved your friends like they were your sisters. 

You walked to your final class, potions. 

Potions was your favorite class because of your favorite professor, Professor Slughorn. You knew that he chose favorites it was very apparent which house was his utmost favorite. He didn’t need a big sign or microphone to announce it. Most of the slug club was filled with Slytherins. It wasn’t exactly your favorite thing ever but it was just how it was. 

You felt a pair of eyes on you again. You couldn’t stop but look at and this time. You found a pair of eyes. Dark blue crystals were peering into your own. You stared back not knowing when to look away. Only when he gave you a mischievous smirk did you look away. 

Tom Riddle. 

You didn’t really like him much. You haven’t known anything bad he’s done but you just knew. You had this feeling you couldn’t shake when you shared a room with him. You avoided him the best you could. You just didn’t trust him. Something about him just rubbing you the wrong way.

It was like you knew the secret before anyone else did. You seemed to find that you knew it was always him. That some type of trouble or problem was because of him but you could never prove it. 

When you turned your head you felt arms circling you like a devil's snare. The classroom was filled with darkness and a man quietly chuckling making the pit in your stomach grow from fear. It held you everywhere almost swallowing you whole. You screamed only causing it to wrap around your neck and mouth

You could fill the life draining slowly, quietly before…

“Hey?? You okay?” Arianna asked eyebrows up and mouth pinched. 

You lifted your head. Your breathing was out of control and you were shaking, sweat beads were falling from your forehead. 

“No, um yes I- I’m not sure what happened?” You asked as Arianna started to fan you with her notebook. 

“I don’t know if I can ever explain it. You were here and then your eyes… turned a grey color. I- I are you sure you’re alright?” 

She was shaken by whatever happened you couldn’t even imagine what she saw while you were being choked. 

“I- I don’t even know what happened. I was standing and then the room was dark and the-“ 

“Okay, class let’s begin today's lesson!” Slughorn playfully spouted. 

She took your hand giving it a light squeeze letting you know everything was going to be okay. You sighed and looked up to Professor Slughorn and your mind couldn’t help but drift throughout the lesson. Especially when there was a pair of dark eyes following your every move. 

. . .  

“Would you care to stay behind?” 

Professor Slughorn had the brightest smile on his face.

“Of course professor,” you said. You waved your goodbyes to Arianna and then made your way back to your table.

“I hope you all got my letter for the party?” Professor Slughorn stood proud.

“Yes, I did professor,” One boy said.

“I got my letter,” another one followed. 

You nodded when he gestured to you. 

“Good good. I hope to see you all there. Remember this is a celebration for you all!” he smiled brightly as that same dark blue-eyed boy from earlier caught his attention. 

“Yes yes, you all can go.” He smiled before turning and whispering to Tom. “What do you need my boy?” 

You watched as Tom’s eyes bore into yours for a moment. You held your shaky hands to your stomach trying your best to calm down. 

You couldn’t be in there a second more so you immediately walked out as Tom and Slughorn talked very intently about something. Slughorn’s eyebrows furrowed when their conversation deepened. 

You knew a place where you were safe, the common room. You were happy just to finally get out of the class and be with your friends.

. . . 

You throw on your favorite and best dress. You loved events like these. You could finally wear whatever you wanted instead of the uniform. 

You smiled at yourself in the mirror unable to tear your eyes away from yourself. 

You looked gorgeous. 

Eva stopped to stare at you, a smile crawling over her face. 

“As pretty as a princess,” she said. 

“Thank you, Eva,” you giggled. “I’m going to be back in an hour or two I’m not expecting to stay there the whole time.” 

“Okay but do bring back some of the food. I hope they have crab cakes again.” 

A laugh left your mouth as you agreed you’d get more crab cakes for her. You gave your goodbyes and left promptly. 

Your way down was a fun task. Slughorn ensured everyone in the club had a different route to follow to get to the destination. It was designed for what that person was capable of. 

You had the fun task of going through a maze. You were a pretty good navigator, already knowing where to turn before you ever got there. 

You rounded another corner as a pair of trees and vines twisted to create a door. A beautifully shaped door. You went through and found a bustling party. You smiled as you found people dancing and people just talking and enjoying themselves. 

You just wished your friends were here to see it. 

You took a drink from a tray and started to down it before you grabbed another.

It was probably several minutes in when you found yourself in another dark room. 

Stone painted the floors and walls it was covered in water. But this time you got to view yourself through the water-covered stone. You found your reflection crying as it stared at you. A pair of hands came around your reflection’s throat. You gasped as you could feel those hands around yours as well. 

It felt like how you did during potions like all the life was draining from you. A pair of real hands were on top of your shoulders bringing you back from this horrible daydream. 

“Are you alright?” A voice asked. A voice you knew all too well. 

“I’m okay, Tom.” 

You quickly moved his hands from your shoulders, like his touch was searing your skin. 

Tom noticed it, his eyes slightly glinting before going back to their original soft stare with a smirk on his lips this time. 

You looked away suddenly feeling like a deer caught in a headlights. 

“You look beautiful.”

You were taken aback by the compliment but accepted it anyway with a thank you. You felt no need to push him away immediately. 

It was still quiet for a couple of seconds before Tom spoke up yet again. 

“How are you enjoying the party?”

“It’s all right,” you replied wanting to keep it short and sweet. 

“Oh dear, is it not to your liking?” Tom asked his dark eyes doing that thing where they try to break you down and find out your every secret. 

“Um… no it isn’t that,” you said and for some reason, you wanted to tell him why. “I just- I just wish my friends were here.” 

He nodded like he was truly listening to you and for some reason you to keep going. You didn’t know why but you did. 

“One of them you see has been getting bullied-“ 

“That muggle-born girl.”

“She’s not just a muggle-born,” you said tight-lipped. “No one understands how hard it is for her.” 

“Hmm I see,” Tom replied with a nod. “Why won’t you guys tell the professors?”

“She doesn’t like it… she rather just let it be than make things worse,” you said, remembering the day that Myrtle was so upset about you guys for telling the head of Ravenclaw. 

“Don’t tell anyone I told you this please.” 

You couldn’t stop the shaking that filled your hands. You don’t know why you kept telling Tom everything. 

“Don’t worry. It will be our little secret,” Tom whispered with a smirk.

You felt like you told him something you shouldn’t have and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for whatever the consequences will be.

. . . 

“Y/n! It’s Myrtle I can’t find her anywhere,”  Arianna woke you up with a harsh whisper. 

“What, she never came back from the restroom?” You sleepily mumbled. 

You got up rubbing your eyes a bit when Arianna also woke up Eva. You turned to the window the sun wasn’t even on the horizon yet. 

“It’s Olive, I knew it. She must done something. I knew Myrtle was hiding something,” Eva shouted tears pooling in her eyes. 

“Please calm down and keep quiet. We need to have level heads.” Arianna pleaded. 

She gripped Eva’s hands holding them tight to her chest. Eva sighed staring at her before nodding. 

“We need to be careful with the prefects and the professors. If we are caught we have to tell them immediately what happened,” Arianna stated. 

You swallowed staring at the ground and nodded with Eva following suit. 

“Let’s go.”

You all left the dorm, deciding to split and look at different parts of the big castle. You took to the higher level bathrooms, while Eva took to the lower levels, and Arianna the common room bathrooms. 

You heard some chattering before you entered the bathroom. It was loud but not loud enough to draw attention. 

You looked around and no one was patrolling this section of the castle. 

You guessed it was because no one came here. As you went deeper into the bathroom there was water flooding the place. You stared at the ground wondering what transpired here. You could’ve sworn you screamed at the sight before you. 

Myrtle. 

Myrtle was on the ground. Lifeless eyes staring into nothing. You immediately fell to your knees. You couldn’t stop sobbing and shaking as your hands tried to touch her face. She was cold. No sight of life in her eyes at all. 

“Myrtle… wake up please,” You knew deep down she wouldn’t say anything but a part of you was expecting her to say it was a prank and that she was playing. 

“Please wake up,” you cried harder. 

You cried for some time until you heard some pipes moving and the sounds of water flowing. You moved your eyes toward the direction of the sounds. The sinks were opened and there was a hole in the middle of them. 

You shook as you walked closer. You didn’t know why or how but your body moved on its own and walked in. 

You don’t remember anything after that. Only waking up to Tom inspecting you. 

He smiled not one of warmth but one of triumphant. 

You shook underneath his gaze unable to move or to scream. You didn’t know why or how but something in you told you he was the blame for all of this. 

“What did you do to Myrtle?” You silently demanded. 

Tom only smiled and looked at you with the tip of his nose. 

“Nothing that she wasn’t going to already to go herself.” He said with no remorse in his eyes. “She was just a means to an end.”

You wanted to murder him right then and there. You wanted to hurt him.

“No no! How could you!?” You screamed tears threatening to fall. “You won’t get away with this.”

“I already have. What are you going to do?” He coolly replied. 

You pushed him away but he didn’t budge. You scooted back and Tom just watched you. Almost like he was letting you. 

You stood up and readied your wand, shaking as you held it.  You were never the dueling champion it was always Eva but it wasn’t too late to try now. 

“Expelliarmus!”

“Crucio!”

You both held onto your wands tightly. You knew you weren’t going to win this from the way your hands were shaking. You stood there until you weren’t. You didn’t know what happened but you fell to the floor screaming. You couldn’t even hear Tom’s laughing through the torturing. Full-on waterfalls were pouring from your eyes as your screams filled the chamber. 

You didn’t realize it finally stopped until Tom was on top of you. You couldn’t even register what he was doing. Your mind was fuzzy and your brain was feeling like mush. 

“You put up a good fight,” he chuckled as he threw you in your back. His eyes drifted to your face holding your jaw harshly. “You’re just too perfect to kill.”

He smiled at you as he brought his face to yours and gently licked the salty tears from your cheeks. You couldn’t stop him because you couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t do anything as he ripped the top of your night dress in half. 

You would’ve sobbed if you had the chance but you couldn’t move your body, not even twitch your fingers. 

His lips were on your chest. Like he wanted to savor this moment. You could feel tears pooling in your eyes but you couldn’t do anything about it. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t even do that. 

The rest was a blur. All you could feel was the ripping of underwear and the smell of blood. 

Your breath was knocked out of you as he shoved himself in. It unfortunately brought you back. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling from your eyes. 

You wanted to scream. To scream for help. Anything. But you knew it would be useless. You were trapped down here with a monster. 

“Get off,” you breathed, you truly didn’t know how your hoarse voice spoke without tearing out your vocal cords. 

“And why would I do that?” He said happily. His thrusts were painful and his nails were breaking skin on your thighs. You needed something to grab onto. To ground yourself. 

You felt his cheek press against your cheek. You would’ve thrown up right then and there if it wasn’t for the hand around your throat. 

That’s how you figured out this wasn’t about you. It was the power he wanted. The power he held over you. 

Blood joined the watery floor and surrounded you both. You didn’t know whose blood it was. 

The only thing you noticed was how it egged him on. His thrusts went harder and faster as he stared at himself through the bloody reflection. 

You felt his hand move up with your jaw. A kiss was pressed onto your lips. You wanted to puke. He took everything from you and he’s smiling while kissing you. 

You lay there unmoving and barely breathing. You didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t fight him off. Not with the aftershocks of the cruciatus curse. 

You laid there until he was done. You didn’t miss the warmth that entered your. A gasp left your mouth as he pressed himself deeper making sure to mark you from the inside out. 

He pulled himself out. Admiring the work he’s done on you. 

“You truly are so beautiful” was all you heard before blacking out again. 

. . . 

As soon as you opened your eyes you knew you weren’t at Hogwarts. You took in the sight around you. The room was in disarray. It was dusty, the ceilings were covered in spider webs, and the air was stale. 

The bed you were on had almost no cushion. You tried to sit up but when you did you were pulled immediately back down. You looked up to see ropes digging into your wrists. The more you pulled the tighter they seemed to get so you quit altogether.

You wanted to cry, you didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t at Hogwarts. Your friends surely didn’t know what was going on. You were alone with nobody to help you. 

That was… until you saw movement at the corner of your eye. The boy who did this all just a few steps from you. 

"You're so pretty when you sleep, so peaceful."

You wanted to shout to scream but all that left your lips was, “I want to go home.”

He laughed at you like you had told the funniest joke ever. 

You didn’t want to cry in front of him and yet tears still welled up in your eyes, disappointing you. 

“You are home.” 

You felt your hands tremble and your heart race. You were scared. You didn’t have your friends. You didn’t have your mother with you. You had no one but this monster. 

He walked around the bed and held your face, lightly stroking your jaw with his thumb. In his other hand, he held something red and mushy. 

“This is what you’re going to eat,” he began to explain. “Its sole purpose is to help you confine yourself to your new life.”

“H-how?” 

His mouth moved close to your ear, his lips practically kissing it. 

“By making everyone you’ve ever loved, seen, spoke to, forget about you.” 

Your eyes went wide and your head shook. 

“No… no! I’m never going to eat that you cannot force me,” you screamed. You couldn’t. There was no possibility that that was something you were going to eat. 

His hand pinched your jaw and you could feel it go numb from how hard he grabbed you. 

“Fortunately for you, it doesn’t work if I force you… so lucky me I got a way to sway your decide your decision.” 

His hand that gripped your jaw let you go roughly. He summoned something in his hand, it was a piece of paper that you screamed at the sight of. 

Your mother lay dead on the paper. Blood smeared her face and her body. It was like you were looking in a window. Everything was so clear that you could see the small birthmark on her cheek. 

You sobbed loudly trying your best to come up with ways she might’ve survived. To come up with anything. You knew that it was real that that was your real mother on the paper. You couldn’t stop crying. 

"Hey hey you’re alright,” he said with a smile before it disappeared entirely and he gripped your throat. 

“I made my sacrifice, now it's your turn,” he said with no sympathy. 

There was a moment where it was only your whimpers and sobs before Tom rolled his eyes. 

“If you don’t eat it willingly I will murder the rest of your friends. What were their names again…? Eva and Amy? Oh, Arianna.” 

You sobbed unable to control the tears falling. 

He brought the fruit to your lips and you couldn’t avoid this. You knew only one outcome was going to happen—one where Tom wins. You sobbed harder as it reached your tongue. 

Everyone you ever loved was going to forget about you. As if you never existed to them. 

As you swallowed it you collapsed unable to hold yourself up from the pulling of the ropes. You didn’t even fight it. You couldn’t. You just let the darkness crawl over you. 

. . .

You couldn’t shake the feeling of Tom’s breath all over your face as he held you down. 

You felt sick and you were to the point of exhaustion. You could barely remember how you got there. Who you were. You could only think of him in between your legs. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and it reminded you of a time before. A time of happiness long forgotten. 

He spilled himself into you for the fourth time in a row. He softly cooed at you, a smile forming on his lips. 

“When my seed takes…. You shall be blessed with a child of Gaunt,” Tom moaned. The idea makes him rut into you harshly. 

“You would like that wouldn’t you?”

[stickseascn]

hey, isn’t that JOSEPHINE “JOEY” DAVIS-SCOTT, who looks a little like ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY? i hear SHE is a THIRTY-TWO year old CIS WOMAN who works as CO-OWNER OF THE CRYSTAL RIDGE WINERY who has been in town for HER ENTIRE LIFE. they ARE a member of one of aspen creek’s founding families. you can usually find them at WILLOW STREET or CRYSTAL RIDGE WINERY. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of LEATHER JACKETS, SOFT SMILES BENEATH HEAVY EYELINER, AND A HEART THAT’S TOUGH BUT EASILY BRUISED. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through!

basics

full name: josephine davis-scott nickname: jo, joey age: 32 years old date of birth: august 21st, 1992 zodiac sign: leo sun, cancer moon, aries rising gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her sexuality: bisexual occupation: co-owner of crystal ridge winery; manages social media for the winery and the davis-scott bed & breakfast; photographer; painter

family

mother: evelyn davis-scott father: james davis-scott sibligns: tba davis-scott, tba davis-scott, harlow davis-scott, penelope davis-scott nephews: alice reeves, teddy li, tba, tba, tba

personality

mbti: ESFP-A (the entertainer) moral alignment: chaotic neutral temperament: sanguine parallels: jess o'brien (chesapeake shores), pacey witter and jen lindley (dawson's creek), brooke davis (one tree hill)

about

she’s the youngest child in the davis-scott family and often felt a bit out of place among everyone -- her older siblings, nieces, and nephews, many of whom were born just a few years after joey herself. her house was always bustling, whether with family or the guests at the davis-scott bed & breakfast, where she spent most of her childhood and teenage years.

despite her outwardly extroverted nature, joey often felt lonely. that’s part of why amara has been so important to her ever since they met in kindergarten. the two girls have been inseparable ever since, navigating middle school, high school, and college in raleigh together, then amara’s pregnancy, and ultimately opening the crystal ridge winery side by side.

spotify wrapped

stick season - noah kahan

dirty little secret - the all-american rejects

don't tell me - avril lavigne

thnks fr th mmrs - fall out boy

the middle - jimmy eat world

hanging by a moment - lifehouse

the best of me - the starting line

disease - matchbox twenty

she will be loved - maroon 5

love song - sara bareilles

i'm a slave 4 u - britney spears

like a prayer - madonna

come clean - hilary duff

bleeding love - leona lewis

like a boy - ciara

since u been gone - kelly clarkson

i hate this part - the pussycat dolls

wanted connections / plots

exes: someone from high school or college. ideally, i’d love a dynamic similar to pacey and joey from dawson’s creek -- where jo takes on the pacey role lol. they’ve disliked each other since childhood, but things started to shift when they entered high school, and something romantic developed. however, it all abruptly ended before college. now, they've crossed paths again and are trying to convince themselves they can still be friends, but it's not easy being friends with someone you once loved.

work-related plots: people joey has worked with before, or is about to collaborate with. she’s a photographer and a painter with an impressive portfolio. she photographs events, weddings, parties—basically anything. in addition, she teaches a few free art and photography classes, particularly for kids.

some kind of enemies: joey is known for her abrasive personality. she’s outspoken and isn’t afraid to defend her ideas, no matter who she’s talking to. maybe your muse doesn’t like how blunt she is, or they have opposing views. it would be fun to have an enemy in such a small town. this conflict could be something recent or something that dates back to their school days.

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Extended Family | Stray Kids Additional Member AU

Nicholas's extended family on his mother's side

WARNINGS: J&M's Lifestyles is a fake business. A dead fish and dog. Mention of break ups. Mention of Nolan and Tamaya's questionable parenting habits.

Nicholas Ross Master List | A/N: I freaking struggled with the ages and birthdays of these little shits, so PLEASE tell me if I made a birthday, or gave a time frame, that doesn't add up.

✧*̥˚Jermaine Ross*̥˚✧

Date of Birth: June 17, 1955 Zodiac Sign: Gemini Ethnicity: African American Nationality: African American Occupation: Co-Owner of J&M's Lifestyles

Jermaine Ross. Father of three children, husband of Makayla Campbell, and co-owner of J&M's Lifestyles. After coming across MaKayla's journal of ideas for a business, he created her business, with her permission, and named it after them. 'J' for Jermaine and 'M' for Makayla. Though he wasn't as active in the kids lives as Makayla, he still took time off and built his schedule around his kids and their lives.

He wasn't the best parent, but he told his kids, "We're all learning this together." (we're all in this together) The kids always spoke their mind, they asked questions, and they did stupid things. Jermaine always let them do questionable things as long as it wasn't putting people in high danger. He wanted them to learn for themselves. Tamaya (Nicholas's mom) was a Daddy's Girl, spoiled but disciplined.

Jermaine used to visit Nicholas and Lillian after work. As he spoiled Tamaya, it was only natural that he spoiled her children, his grandchildren.

✧*̥˚Makayla Campbell-Ross*̥˚✧

Date of Birth: December 20, 1954 Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Ethnicity: Black-Hispanic Nationality: African American Occupation: Co-Owner of J&M's Lifestyles/Stay At Home Mom

Makayla Campbell. Mother of three kids, wife of Jermaine Ross, and co-owner of J&M's Lifestyles. Originally, Makayla wasn't operating the business. Legally, she was the co-owner, but she didn't actively participate. The company was based on her ideas and she was fine with Jermaine making her dream come true. In her mind, all of the money goes to her husband's account for him to spend it on his family. So why should she care? She doesn't.

The main reason she didn't participate is because of her children. She wanted a parent to stay with them while the other went to work, if both couldn't stay. When Zion and LaTasha told her they wanted to work in the company, she decided to step in as the co-owner.

When Nicholas was a toddler, and his parents didn't punish him for crying, he would always go to Makayla when he was sad. He'd ask his mother to call her so he could hear her voice to put him to sleep.

✧*̥˚Zion Campbell-Ross*̥˚✧

Date of Birth: November 2, 1974 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Ethnicity: Black-Hispanic Nationality: African American Occupation: Manager at J&M's Lifestyles

Zion Campbell-Ross. The oldest sibling out of Makayla and Jermaine's children. He lives in a single family home and works at his parent's shop. Occasionally, he'll visit his parents and youngest sister.

Zion was an active person in Nicholas's life, and continuously taught him basic life skills and how to treat others. Him and Lillian like to joke that his girlfriend was Lillian's lesbian awaking as it was obvious she had a child crush on the older woman when she was 6. After Lillian and Nicholas moved out of Tamaya's house, Zion stopped visiting.

Zion, Nicholas, and Lillian still keep in touch. They check in at least 8 times a month, and plan to see each other 3 or 4 times a year.

✧*̥˚LaTasha Campbell-Ross*̥˚✧

Date of Birth: March 29, 1980 Zodiac Sign: Aries Ethnicity: Black-Hispanic Nationality: African American Occupation: Influencer/ Model for J&M's Lifestyles

LaTasha Campbell-Ross. The youngest of Makayla and Jermaine's children. She lives with her parents and works as an influencer and a model for her parents company. LaTasha looked up Tamaya until she married Nolan. Though she looked up to Tamaya, she followed Zion around. Latasha is also a Mama's Girl.

LaTasha has never wanted kids. The idea of giving birth scared her. She doesn't like the idea of being restricted and bound to a person's life. She liked wants to be The Aunt, and the person people could go to when they needed a break. She also just doesn't like kids.

LaTasha is the one who brought up the idea of Nicholas becoming a singer. With LaTasha is the second person Lillian came out to, and she helped her come out to the family.

☼Pets☼

✧*̥˚Precious*̥˚✧

Pitbull Terrier | Female Deceased: Died when Zion was a teenager

Jermaine gave Makayla the dog for their 8th anniversary when Zion was 4. She named him precious because Zion wouldn't stop saying the word for over 2 months.

✧*̥˚Merlin*̥˚✧

Betta Fish | Male Deceased: Died from LaTasha over feeding it when she was six

Jermaine bought her the fish so she would stop begging for a pet. The fish actually lasted longer than it was supposed to, so LaTasha took good care of him until she didn't.

✧*̥˚Panther*̥˚✧

Great Dane | Male Alive: Zion's Pet, who lives with him

Zion got the Great Dane 2 years after he moved out of his parents house. He let LaTasha name him. She named him panther simply because panthers are her favorite animals and Zion is her favorite sibling.

✧*̥˚Naveen*̥˚✧

Doberman | Male Alive: LaTasha's pet, who lives with her and her parents

Nicholas gave Zion the idea to get LaTasha the Doberman to cheer her up from a bad breakup, after the younger male couldn't fly over to comfort her. Latasha named the dog after the prince from Princess and the Frog, Naveen.

☼Fun Facts☼

Makayla and Jermaine got together in April 1971, they were 15

Makayla and Jermaine were 19 when they had Zion, 22 when they had Tamaya, and 25 when they had LaTasha.

The family was only allowed to meet Lillian when she turned 5 and met Nicholas when he was 3.

Makayla didn't, and still doesn't, like Nolan (Nicholas's father) but she put up with him for Tamaya.

Makayla wanted to try and get custody of the kids, Nicholas and Lillian, but couldn't because legally the kids were taken care of and were "fine"

Most of Nicholas's outfits come from J&M's Lifestyles

LaTasha was 18 when Lillian was born

From the date of this post, Makayla and Jermaine have been together for almost 53 years

LaTasha is bisexual and biromantic

Jermaine is demisexual

Zion has had 6 girlfriends, only 4 serious relationships, but is currently single

Makayla only has 1 grey hair meanwhile Jermaine has noticeable grey curls spread through out his hair.

He's still more pepper than salt, but still

Jermaine is the one who told LaTasha to keep feeding Merlin so he indirectly killed the fish

Nicholas Ross Master list

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[buckets-and-trees]

If you could live in another fic author's story, which universe and babe would you pick? 👀 It's not about choosing a fave writer, or a favorite story. It's about which man calls out to you most at the moment.

This is honestly so difficult!

I can't choose ONE, and I shan't. You can't make me.

One fictional man that has stuck with me for so long and that I think of frequently is @ghotifishreads' FWB Bar Owner Ari. Really and truly. I love the chemistry between them, and I love how she writes that version of Ari.

Because of the way you answered a recent ask about him... Nick in your Sweet and Stained fic. The Persephone reader has all of those gardening roots, but it's the way that Nick had an ulterior motive in coaxing the reader away with him but that he really does want her and the just love her that I can't get out of my head.

And then there's also Bad Moon Rising Ari. I can't not mention him.

@navybrat817 has so many incredible Bucky's, but I want to be in the heart and in the bed of her Pakhan and the Printsessa mob newlywed Bucky.

I love and adore @witchywithwhiskey's LOTR au Steve. He's just. *swoons* there aren't really words.

And then should I want to be the reader to @stargazingfangirl18's Made Good Andy? No, I should probably pick many or any of her other delicious and softer men, but daaaaaaaamn.

[fairytail-whathesays]

Hi, I noticed that you particularly like Angel | Sorano Aguria out of all the O6 members (besides Cobra | Erik). She doesn’t seem to get as much appreciation as her guild mates (no matter the guild, at least for the right reasons) or fellow important characters who are celestial mages/wizards. I would love it if you could share your thoughts about her in more depth, particularly her relationship with the Gemini twins. I kind of assumed because she was a ‘bad owner’, seeing them firmly as different from humans unlike Lucy, and Gemini seemingly left her at the first opportunity that their relationship wasn’t of much note but I’m happy to be proven wrong.

You didn't say the word "headcanon", but I'm gonna put it in the same format, so I hope that's okay!

I would characterize Angel's relationship with her spirits as akin to that of Mistral and her underlings from Metal Gear Rising. To quote Bladewolf:

"Mistral demanded 100% obedience. So long as it was given, she treated me well."

It's visible in how she treats them in her one major episode--when she summons Caelum with full intent to use its powers to do grievous bodily harm, she asks "I've got some targets for you! Are you excited?" the way a pet-owner might ask their puppy about a treat or a toy. Gemini appeared to have inherited some of Angel's worse qualities while in her care, but was still definitely happy to serve her until realizing the depth of Lucy's kindness. Likewise, Scorpio didn't seem to have any major complaints, and Aries still held onto her pride (which she can't have had a lot of) to fight Loke on her behalf. Really, it says something about what an epic bitch Karen Lilica was that Angel seems downright preferable in comparison.

Granted, it helps that Angel's an extraordinarily powerful wizard. Not only is she not the type to make shields out of her spirits, she likely never needed to, as they would've benefited from her magic power fueling their own. Gemini casually mimicking both Lucy and Gray, very powerful wizards in their own right, says she's probably among the stronger half of the Oracion Seis.

Angel was, in fact, a deeply religious person, and she was raised in a god-fearing household before being kidnapped as a child. When she was imprisoned in the Tower of Heaven, she honestly believed angels would intervene and save her and the others. Technically someone did rescue her--Brain--and she took part in his critical imprisoning of what is, to any account that matters, a demon (Zero), so she maintained a surface-level faith for a few years. It's no surprise the direction her magic took when she made the sacrifice for power, and she likely had a hand in plotting to use Zentopia to mask the Reborn Oracion Seis' activities.

Of course, Angel's understanding of god and angels, if they exist, is very warped and superficial. The trauma she had of being a prisoner twice over among the abuse she endured at the Tower and being raised by Brain from there has given her a shit ton of baggage that had affected her beliefs in higher powers, leading to the tipping point where Angel became barely lucid, placing so little value in her own worldly experiences that she was effectively sui/cidal. She became an atheist effective X791.

After having the "core" of her angel-summoning magic shrunk down by Habaraki (the jousting lance Dan Straight used on her), her magic has changed. It does technically still take her life force as fuel, but in very miniscule amounts--what used to cost whole months to summon now takes a minute's worth of life force or less. The difference is made up with her tremendous magic power and her angel summons are still as terrifyingly mighty as ever.

There was a time when Angel wanted to start practicing celestial summoning magic again and eschew the unhealthy angel magic. However, she realized that this was effectively trying to run from a problem instead of deal with it healthily, and has since decided to stick it out and give the angel magic better purposes than she was using it for, especially since she's probably not a very attractive business relationship to celestial spirits these days. Despite this, Gemini, Aries, and Scorpio are open to interacting with her again, even if they consider Lucy their true master.

[cevansbrat0007]

Can I just say that I love how you made Sweet Renegades Reader an adorable southern belle? It’s such a nice change along with making Ari more of a southern roughneck type to go along with her. It’s so oddly fitting and a direction I never would’ve pictured going in for that character.

Aww! You honestly just made me so happy. I am having such a fun time exploring these two characters and their love story.

Bird is such a sweet, feisty woman. She strives to be kind and she loves a good book, but she will not hesitate to throw some sass. And Ari...

That Beast of a man is certainly rough around the edges. But he has no problem softening his gruff exterior for the curvy little shop owner. She drives him crazy at times, but he's well and truly infatuated.

They're falling hard for each other. And I cannot wait to share more of their dynamic with everyone. Thanks for the ask and for the support.

I appreciate you!

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 9 - Of Vice and Men

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 8 -- Part 10

Pairing: Mike x Dani x Sy (Yup...) and Mike x Dani

Summary: When Dani finally shows up at Mike's place again, figuring she should really confess her little adventure with Sy, the night takes a very unexpected turn.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral and fingering (f receiving), m/m/f-threesome stuff, drug use (weed and alcohol). P-in-v sex. Some fluff, some angst if you squint a li'l...

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: The first bit was hella inspired by this idea form @marveldcmistress. I wanted to write this as soon as I saw that idea, but it needed a little context. And you get some bonus fucking after it. Anyway, enjoy this little piece of filth. (Or skip it, if this isn't something you're generally into, that's absolutely A-Okay!)

By the by! This chapter takes this fic over 40k words!

“Fuck!” It sounded from the other side of the door. “Fuck! Mike, you dick!”

“Sore loser, Syverson?” God no, it wasn’t true. You dropped the hand you were going to use to knock on the door and seriously considered turning around and walking away. You’d barely talked to Mike for days, and he’d been asking what was wrong, but you hadn’t been able to tell him. How was “I fucked your roommate after an orientation party” ever going to be a message someone didn’t mind hearing? You’d just about die if Mike would all of a sudden confess he’d slept with Ariel or something. 

“Whatever, I’m gonna take a piss,” Sy’s drawl was unmistakable - it had to be him. The remark was followed by heavy footsteps - and the realization that there was no way for you to get out of there in time. The door swung open right in your face. 

“Hi there, Sugar,” Sy grinned before he pushed past you and made his way to the bathroom. 

“Dani!” Mike said, upbeat as ever. He raced to the door as a puppy that was happy to see his owner again after a long day. “Come in! You’re not going home for the holidays?” You explained to Mike that your parents both worked in a hospital and couldn’t get any time off work, so you’d decided to stay put instead of exhaust yourself traveling all over the place.

“You?” You asked as you walked into the room and dropped yourself on the couch. 

“Divorce is wonderful. My mom would rather spend Christmas with her girlfriends and their mid-life crises on a cruise in the Bahamas or wherever, and my dad can’t be arsed to remember he has a son ever since Jessica and her two wonderful daughters showed up in his life.” Shit, you wished you hadn’t asked so casually. 

“It’s okay, Dani,” he chuckled, “I’m kind of glad you’ll be here. Do you have plans for New Year's Eve?” How had this not come up yet? You’d made plans with Sloane and Ari back in September, but they were both seeing guys - casually, but still - so perhaps…

“I was going to go out with my friends, but maybe you want to tag along?” You suggested. Mike looked happy that you’d want him around. 

“If they’re okay with that, I’d love to. We can sleep here, if you want?” 

“Are you avoiding awkward morning confrontations with my roommates, Mike?” You laughed as you shook your head. 

“Oh, one hundred percent.” You had to admit that you appreciated the honesty. “But I guess I don’t have the right, since you were surprised by Sy’s presence last weekend.” God, no! That was impossible! Except it wasn’t, because from that stupid grin on his face you could very clearly tell that he knew. “Sy told me you guys slept together. It’s no big deal, Dani.” 

“No big deal? I’d go absolutely ballistic if you told me you screwed one of my roommates…”

“We can’t all be as chill as I am,” Mike joked as he pulled me into a hug. You were curled up next to him on the couch when Sy came back. You moved your feet in as closely as they would go, but the couch was a little on the small side for the three of you, what with Sy being as broad as he was and Mike taking up a surprising amount of space for someone so lanky. 

“Kill the game, Sy, there’s ladies present now.”

“I don’t see any.” Sy looked around theatrically, and the second he looked away from you you kicked him in the thigh. “Fuck!” He grabbed your ankles and pulled them into his lap, holding onto them firmly when you tried to pull back. The extra space was welcome, but you weren’t quite sure how comfortable Mike would be with you having your feet in Sy’s lap, given the circumstances - especially since you were wearing a skirt, although it was long enough, even in this position. You looked up at him and found him looking down at you. 

“Comfy?” He chuckled when he saw your surprise. “You can just relax, Dani, it’s in the past.” But you couldn’t relax. You were worried about grades, and Sy, and Mike, sad that you weren’t going to be home for the holidays and miserable when you considered that nobody else would be there, even if you did go home, because your parents didn’t have the time. It wasn’t entirely fair, you knew that, but you felt a little alone. And did you mention sad? 

“We were planning on drinking and watching dumb movies, you in, babe?” Mike pulled you from your thoughts, and repeated the question when he realized you hadn’t heard a thing. You nodded in reply; it actually sounded like a good way to take your mind off things. The boys had clearly already started part A of the whole scheme, judging from the several empty bottles on the small table and the faint smell of beer that surrounded Mike. Sy reached into the mini fridge that sat next to the couch and handed you a bottle. Your hand was shaking when you took it from him. 

“Jesus, baby, you need to relax.” It was easier said than done; you were tense from the thoughts running through your head, and Sy’s presence didn’t exactly do anything to help the situation. Then, there was the fact that you noticed that your restlessness was putting Mike on edge, which wasn’t a good place for him to be, either. 

“Mike, go smoke or something,” Sy laughed all of a sudden. Next to you, you felt Mike make some erratic movements that you guessed were intended to tell Sy to shut up. 

“You smoke, Mike?” you asked curiously. As far as you knew, he wasn’t a regular smoker - you’d never seen him with a cigarette in hand, at least - but given his unruly disposition (and by that you meant: ADHD) you wouldn’t be surprised if he sometimes indulged in something more calm-inducing and mellowing than alcohol or tobacco. 

“Eh… Occasionally,” he responded before sending a chilling glare Sy’s way. 

“Like… Cigarettes?” you asked while raising one eyebrow at him. 

“Herbally augmented ones,” Mike responded dryly while he rolled his eyes, as if he was waiting for you to berate him. 

“Got enough to share?” You asked carefully. Mike’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and he nodded enthusiastically. From the looks of it, he wasn’t used to people being chill about this.

The three of you prepared to go outside - naturally, the list of things August would commit murder over included ‘smoking indoors’. When Mike suddenly stood still in the middle of the hallway, both you and Sy bumped into him. 

“Should we invite Geralt?” That one came as a bit of a shock to you, he seemed so… uptight, you had expected more of a ‘just say no’-type. 

“No, you shouldn’t.” The voice - very clearly belonging to Geralt himself - came from somewhere inside Geralt’s bedroom. It made a lot more sense now; turning off those senses was probably a necessity rather than just a pleasure at times. 

“I thought they’d be done by now,” Mike joked softly to Sy.  

“Poor girl won’t walk for a week,” Sy chuckled back at him. From behind the door, you heard someone rummage around, followed by heavy footsteps. Mike ducked behind you - God dammit, it was a good thing he was cute, because he wasn’t exactly a tough guy. 

The door swung open to reveal an agitated Geralt in a pair of black sweatpants - and, from what your unconsciously wandering eyes gathered, nothing else. If there was an eloquent way to describe what you saw, you couldn’t come up with it: Your idiot brain full-on got stuck on “ho-ly shit” and you struggled - hard - to keep your thoughts out of the fucking gutter. Fact the first; Geralt was ripped. We’re talking borderline body-builder level shredded. Fact the second; He was half naked, and it was distracting beyond belief. Fact the third; you had a boyfriend. And apparently, Geralt wasn’t exactly eligible, either - at least not right now. So your staring was completely inappropriate, and you had to fucking stop it. But no matter how hard you tried to tear your eyes away from this beast of a man, you just couldn’t seem to do it. Every time you managed to redirect your gaze somewhere other than his abs - or lower - you found something else to be distracted by. His chest (chiseled, hairy, sweaty and heaving to the rhythm of heavy breathing - as if he’d been… running), his silver hair (falling loosely around his face instead of the usual neatly pulled back style; definitely sex-hair), his thick brows (Dani, what the fuck?). The moment seemed to last an eternity… 

“Michael, Nathan, for fuck’s sake, go,” he hissed through gritted teeth (hot) before he even looked into the hallway. When his amber eyes shot up to death-stare Mike and Sy in the face, they revealed that Geralt clearly hadn’t expected to meet your gaze first. “And Danielle. Hi, sorry.” His agitation seemed to dissipate and with it, his attitude. While Geralt seemed to deflate, Mike puffed up behind you, chest out - chin up, no doubt, but you couldn’t see - and fingers digging into your waist possessively. 

“He used our full names, man, run,” Sy laughed as he made a break for the stairs. 

“After you, Dani,” Mike said through gritted teeth, nudging you towards the stairs with urgency. He lingered behind you for a second. 

“Put on a shirt next time, dick,” you heard him hiss. Was it just your imagination, or was there a hint of insecurity to his voice?

“Shit, this is good,” you said as you handed the joint to Sy, “where did you get that stuff?”

“Leon,” Mike shrugged. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you close. It was freezing outside, weather reports even predicted snow. 

“Didn’t strike me as the type to deal drugs,” you wondered out loud. 

“He just negotiated a deal with the guys who do,” Mike laughed quietly, “he knew what they were up to, because he’s Leon, and because they’re pretty much full time potheads, they needed him a lot. Gets us a very welcome discount.”

“And by ‘us’ you mean…” 

“I think the words you’re lookin’ for are ‘all y’all’, Sugar,” Sy drawled with a deep chuckle, “but yeah. All of us indulge from time to time.”

“August?” You asked, wide-eyed and giggling. You didn’t laugh because it was entirely unbelievable or something - let’s face it, that man needed to get high more than the rest of them - you just found a lot of things weirdly funny right now.

“When he ain’t got his girl ‘round to slap the livin’ shit out of,” Sy whispered grimly. Your head spun around so fast you hurt a muscle in your neck, but you ignored it. 

“Excuse me?!” 

“Not like that, babe,” Mike said. You felt one of his legs brush past you on its way to Sy’s shin. “And forget Sy mentioned that, it’s none of our business.” He said the last part more to Sy than to you. For someone who was well on his way to having smoked half of that joint you were supposed to be sharing, Mike sounded surprisingly level-headed. After a while, you angrily came to the conclusion that it wasn’t just Mike who hadn’t been sharing. 

“Hey!” You said while reaching for the joint. Your voice was thick with annoyance at being passed over. Who did they think they were, hogging all the good stuff?

“I’m not carrying you up two flights of stairs, baby,” Mike said as he pressed his forehead against yours. The smirk on his face was even dumber than usual - it was fucking adorable. 

“You could,” you pouted. Mike traced your pushed out bottom lip with his thumb before pressing his own lips to yours. 

“But I’m not going to,” he answered when he pulled away. Another soft peck landed on the tip of your nose. You had to admit you were starting to get a little unsure of your footing at times - you could get up the stairs, but maybe not in a straight line. You wouldn’t fall, though, you could do this. 

“Why don’t you go ahead, darlin’,” Sy laughed, “we’ll be up.” Standing outside with nothing more to do seemed like a fool’s game; you were cold and wanted to be under a warm, cozy blanket. Mike chuckled when you sighed reluctantly before heeding Sy’s advice. As the door closed and you disappeared out of earshot, their conversation continued. 

“You’re a lucky man, Mikey,” Sy sighed as he lifted the joint up to his lips, “she’s a damn good one in the sack.”

“You’d know,” Mike laughed. Somehow, he felt more threatened by that little spat with a half-naked and impressively angry Geralt, than by the fact that Sy had actually shagged his girlfriend. Actually, considering the fact that he and Sy weren’t strangers to sharing girls, it maybe wasn’t so strange after all. 

“Y’know what, I’m glad I never asked her number,” Sy sounded very sincere, “y’all are good together.”

“I’m glad too,” Mikey said with his signature mischievous look in his eyes, “she sucks dick like a pro.” The weed was doing its job because the guys couldn’t keep their laughter down. 

“Wonder who taught her that, because it wasn’t me.” The laugh that came from him wasn’t completely genuine, Mike noticed, it was almost as if he was a little jealous. 

“No good with you?”

“Don’t remember her tryin’. And I feel I’d’a remembered.” Sy shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him much. “I was just glad she wasn’t one of them girls that just do it to return the favor, y’know.” That he wasn’t lying about.

“Eh…” Mike scratched the back of his head. 

“You’ve never…”

“Once. High school girlfriend. She told me I was bad and I’ve been kinda scared ever since,” Mike seemed very interested in the color of his shoes all of a sudden. 

“Well, I can always show you what she likes,” Sy half-joked as he dropped the butt of the joint in the ashtray on the windowsill before disappearing inside. 

You were much more comfortable between Sy and Mike now. The three of you had assumed the same positions on the couch you had before; you were snuggled up to Mike, with your feet resting in Sy’s lap. After a while, the chilly air in the room distracted you from the terrible horror slashfest that was going on on the TV in front of you. As soon as you shivered, Mike jumped up and grabbed you a blanket. It was nice, being tucked in between them. Some time later, you noticed that Sy’s fingers were drawing firm circles over the bottoms of your feet; the feeling was nice, and it made you hum and snuggle into Mikey further. He replied by sliding his hand underneath the blanket to your waist. You couldn’t see the meaningful look the two exchanged above you, both thinking about the last thing Sy had mentioned when they’d been outside. 

Sy’s hands found their way underneath the blanket, too, and the circular motions of his fingers slowly worked their way up your calves. It startled you, and you pulled your legs in, crawling further into Mike, lookin up wide-eyed, not scared, but definitely confused. 

“Relax, baby,” Mike said with a cheeky wink - the kind of wink that really only meant one thing; he was in on this… The thought alone turned your pussy into a dripping mess, but something in your mind told you you were crazy for thinking Mike was okay with this. You weren’t even quite sure you were okay with this. That night with Sy had been good, sure, but it had been just that - one night. You weren’t sure you wanted him again - and you were sure you didn’t want to complicate things with Mike, though you weren’t quite sure there was such a thing as complicated when it came to Mike. He generally didn’t seem to do ‘complicated’. And there was one thing about that night you had missed. Something no other guy - not that there had been many in the meantime - had been able to do as well. Something Mike hadn’t done at all… You remembered your conversation with Sloane and Ariel about that hookup - and while Slo’s alliterations had been a little over the top, the gist of it was that you’d spent the majority of that conversation raving about Sy’s incredibly skilled mouth. When his fingers reached the inside of your thighs and Mike’s hands had slowly moved from your waist to your chest, you started to squirm. 

“Shit, Mike, she’s worse at sitting still than you.”

“If I didn’t know any better…”

“I’d say this turned her on.”

“I’d check, but I can’t reach,” Mike laughed. The sound was mellow and thick and it just sounded so delightfully stoned that you couldn’t help but laugh yourself. That laugh turned into a giggle when Sy took that little hint and one hand traveled further up your thigh, suddenly snaking between your legs, pushing your skirt up as it moved up, and up, and up, until the tips of his fingers rested softly against your pussy. You whined when he traced them back and forth along your covered slit a few times and Mike’s hand lazily toyed with one of your nipples through your bra. One finger slipped into your panties and dragged a single line between your folds. 

“Oh, no, she’s definitely into this,” Sy chuckled. This time, you did see the meaningful look that the boys gave each other, and you gasped. Not only were they okay with this whole thing; they’d done it before. You moaned softly when Mike softly pinched your nipple, right at the time when Sy slipped a finger into your wetness. The combination of your high and the feeling of two sets of hands on your skin fueled the fire inside you, and you moved your hips to give Sy easier access. 

“Shit, she really is.” It was Mike’s turn to chuckle. Judging from the situation in his jeans, he wasn’t exactly having a terrible time, either. One finger became two, and though you were more than wet enough to accommodate the added girth, you squirmed when he pushed into you. Mike looked mostly focused on the TV while playing with your boobs, although his eyes darted in your direction often. Maybe he just felt that it wouldn’t make you more comfortable to have him staring down at you the whole time - and he’d be right. Things changed pace when Mikey all of a sudden pulled you up and started lifting your sweater. You gladly helped him take it off. It was Sy’s cue to take off your underwear, which went surprisingly easily. He slipped off the couch, onto the floor in front of you, two fingers quickly finding their way back to tease at your entrance. 

"Please," you sighed before you could stop yourself. The boys laughed at your plea.

"Feel good, baby?" Mike whispered in your ear. His tongue traced your ear and traveled down your neck. The incredible feeling of Mikey sucking on the tender skin of your throat was rivaled only by the feeling of Sy's hot breath on your cunt, which came closer and closer until his tongue hit your clit. 

"Fuck," you spoke hoarsely as you tried to register it all; Mike's stubbled jaw, soft lips and sharp teeth, ravaging your neck, no doubt marking you up with little lovebites everywhere, his slim hands feverishly kneading your breasts, and Sy's scruffy beard scratching between your legs as his tongue lapped away at your clit, fingers curling inside your pussy, pressing against that special spot that made your legs tense up from the intense pleasure. Your hand reached for Mikey's head, fingers tangling with his hair, as the other made its way to Sy's, pressing his face closer to you. Fuck, if he kept this up you were going to cum in less than a minute. You caught a glimpse of Mike's eyes as he looked at your writhing body, right before capturing your lips with his, and realized right then just how much you wanted it to be him down there between your thighs. 

"Baby," you moaned into his mouth, nudging his head down firmly. He took the hint - not that it was in any way subtle - and slid off the couch to join Sy, who must have felt the movement next to him, because he stopped doing what he was doing right before you were about to cum, and pulled away. 

You whined at the loss of friction and pouted as you looked down at the men who were sitting between your legs. They grinned at each other before each putting a hand behind your knee and pushing your legs up on the couch, spreading you wide open. Your brain almost shut down trying to comprehend everything that happened next; one mouth near each of your knees, biting, sucking and licking its way toward your center so fucking slowly it made you want to cry; one side flaring up with the occasional sting of a lovebite, the other plagued by the constant chafing of course hair against delicate skin. Fingers tracing your leg faster in a race to your core that ended with two hands fighting for entrance between your legs, until they ultimately gave up and four eager fingers found their way inside your throbbing heat. They were rough in their enthusiasm, making you squirm when they stretched you a little too far. Occasional chuckles slipped from their throats as they relished the view of your endlessly writhing body above them. They looked at you, each in their own distinct way; Sy cocky and amused - and rightfully so: the arrogant bastard knew exactly what he did to you and every bit of that confident smirk was deserved - and Mikey curious, selfless and eager to learn new ways to please you. You rolled your hips against their movements, fucking yourself entirely goddamn stupid on their fingers as their faces moved in closer. 

"Fuck, Sugar," he chuckled before raising his eyebrows at Mike. "Easy one, brother, she's doing half the work for you." 

Mike's fingers slipped out of you, which would have been very upsetting if they hadn't immediately been replaced by his tongue. You gasped when he found the swollen little pearl that begged so desperately for attention. Fuck, even if Sy was right and you were doing half the work by writhing against him, you didn't give a damn; nothing was going to stop you from fucking yourself to heaven and back on Sy's fingers and Mikey's tongue. It came sooner than expected, and after you rode out your high, Sy's fingers left your pussy and he climbed back onto the couch with you, that cocky grin still firmly set on his face.

"I think she's got another one in her, Mike," he said as he wrapped his arms around you. He didn't try to kiss you, which you appreciated, but he did take a thorough interest in your tits. Fingers dug into the soft flesh of your boobs and circled your nipples. They were later replaced by his warm mouth, gently sucking and biting down on the pebbled skin. 

Mike's rhythm was less stable now that he had both his hands and mouth to worry about, and the contrast with a minute ago turned his moments unsure until his mouth left your skin and he focused on his hands. You weren't having it; one hand twisted itself into his hair and pulled his face back to where you felt it belonged. 

"He's a li'l shy, Sugar," Sy drawled in your ear so softly that you doubted Mike had even heard it. You understood the assignment.

"Baby, don't stop," you whined - with an extra side of extra whiny - as you kept nudging his head in the direction you wanted it to go, "it was so good." The decision to wrap his lips around your clit again was rewarded with a high pitched squeal that came from deep within you. This time, too, you unconsciously helped Mike keep his rhythm by writhing your hips into him. When he made the executive decision to forget about his hands - the right choice; kid just couldn't multitask for shit - and focus on his tongue, you felt yourself on the climb up towards your second orgasm. Fuck, he was good, and the sight of that gorgeous face between your legs was so fantastic that your eyes were glued on him - provided you were able to keep them open, anyway. Your climax approached swiftly, and with a perfectly timed flick of his tongue, Mike tilted you over the edge and eagerly took in every drop of arousal that spilled from you before joining you on the couch. The boys pulled you back into the position you had started your night in - leaning into Mike, feet in Sy's lap - and covered you with the blanket. No one brought up anything else - not even the raging boners they both obviously had. When you tentatively rubbed Mike through his jeans, he just pulled your hand away and shook his head and winked at you.

The whole thing felt like a dream when you woke up in Mike’s arms the next morning, though you couldn’t decide if it was a good or bad one. Slowly but surely, the notion that it had been the worst idea in the history of humanity wormed its way into your brain, and you wanted nothing more than to get out of bed, but Mike was still asleep and he was holding you close. Without realizing it, your quiet panic woke him up. 

“Dani, what’s wrong? It’s early,” he mumbled into your ear. 

“I have to go, Mike,” you said under your breath as you strained against the arms that held you firmly in place. 

“No, you don’t,” Mike said, all of a sudden sounding very alert, “we need to talk.” You knew he was right, but the thought scared you nonetheless. 

“We did that,” you said shyly, “while we’ve only been on one date. With the room… I’m not going to explain why it’s fucking weird.” 

“Did you have fun?” Mike asked. You stared at him in disbelief. What the hell did that matter? “It was weird, Mike.” 

“Did you have fun?” He asked again. From the look on his face you could tell he wouldn’t let that go. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “weird but fun.” 

“So think about that. I know I am. We were a little drunk, a lot stoned, sometimes you do weird stuff. Forgive and forget the weird bit, remember the fun bit, you’re good to go.” 

“I guess…” 

“And for the record; you’ve been on one date with me. I’ve been on two dates with you.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that. 

“Hey, there’s that pretty smile.” Mike grabbed your chin to turn your face to his. You loved hearing him say that, it did something to you. Forget the weird, remember the fun, you chanted as you thought about the night before. What about the bit you had been longing for but never got? Your unasked question was answered when Mike pressed his lips to yours and immediately set your insides on fire. After a few minutes, filled with soft kisses on your lips, neck, shoulders and boobs; tongues trailing and tracing; teeth pulling and biting, Mike’s hands started wandering over your body. He was impatient today, which was great, because so were you. After a hasty expedition down your torso, he found you dripping wet - the lovely result of the night before, the dream about the night before, and the few blissful minutes with his mouth all over your body. He looked up at you, grinning widely before dipping his head below the covers and making his way down, leaving kisses and love bites in his wake. For a brief moment, he examined his handiwork from the night before, and found your left leg covered in small bruises. The other was covered in beard-burn, but that went in the direction of his mental trash bin - not his circus, not his monkeys, right? He didn’t tease you, which you appreciated; all you wanted was to feel his mouth on you, and he happily obliged. It started with a few lazy kisses along your slit, followed by a careful flick of his tongue against your already swollen clit. Before long, you were grinding yourself against his mouth again, as Mike eagerly pressed his tongue to the sensitive pearl between your legs. 

“Fuck, Mikey!” You cooed as you felt the pressure in your stomach build. “Don’t stop!” He didn’t. Instead, he unraveled you with his tongue, only ending his efforts when the last wave of your orgasm had passed. If he’d been impatient before, it was nothing compared to him now. He scrambled to grab a condom off the shelf over the headboard, and if putting them on were an Olympic sport, he’d have medaled for sure. 

“Wait!” You said, and were immediately faced with puppy-eyes that belonged to a man who clearly didn’t want to wait.

“Dani!” He whined, really dragging out that last i. As adorable as you found the whole thing, you weren’t blessed with much patience this morning, either. 

“Ok, fine!” You said quasi-annoyed, rolling your eyes at Mike’s very enthusiastic expression. When he didn’t move, you got suspicious. “What?”

“Turn around,” he said, laughing when your eyes widened, “please?” Fuck, those goddamn eyes, you seriously doubted you’d ever be able to refuse this guy: All he had to do was look at you with those fucking puppy-eyes and you were a puddle at his feet. So you listened and turned over on your stomach, getting tangled up in the logistics of legs and bodies and what not. He pulled you onto your knees, taking advantage of the great view of you ass he had this way, being himself and biting you, very quickly, before squeezing and kneading away while lining his cock up with the entrance to your drenched pussy. As previously established; he was impatient. It just turned out that you had no idea just how impatient. With one quick thrust, Mike sank all the way into you. The angle that came with your current position took him deep, a little too deep.

“Ow!”

“Sorry!” His next move was slower, more controlled and it allowed you to move yourself into a better position. “Better?” You couldn’t do anything other than nod and gasp when he slid into you again. 

“Fuck!” This was good, so, so good. You quickly lost your train of thought and threw your hips back to meet Mike’s thrusts. He chuckled at your enthusiasm. His fingers dug into your skin when he gripped you tight so he could pull you back onto his cock himself. Every time his hips slammed into you, the noises that escaped from your throat became more high pitched and louder; you buried your head in a pillow to muffle them but you were fairly sure you didn’t have a prayer that no one else would hear. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered; your entire world consisted of Mike and you, and sex and sweat and this new but incredible feeling of getting railed from behind six ways to sunday - or monday, today was sunday, even though you were entirely convinced you’d be bruised inside and out tomorrow. Who gave a fuck about a little pain, especially when it hurt so good? Whether it lasted too long or too short was a question you’d probably never be able to answer, but when Mike finished and fell down on the bed next to you, your body was glad it was over even though your mind still screamed for more. 

“Just so we’re clear,” Mike grinned at you, “you liked that, right?” Someone should teach the dirty bastard to stop asking these ridiculous questions. You tickled his side, and squealed when he grabbed your wrists. 

“Shit! Yes, Mikey, I liked that.” Despite being slightly embarrassed to admit it, it would take a far better actress than you were to talk yourself and Mike into believing that your racy little performance had been a lie. “What’s it matter?” Mike let go of your hands and looked at you as if you’d gone insane. 

“First, call me a sentimental douche but I think sex is better when everyone involved is having fun,” he said while he poked at your sides, and for a moment you were charmed by the sweetness of that statement, “and second, I’ve never been with a girl who liked getting nailed from behind like that, which is very convenient for me because it happens to be my favorite position. Any further ridiculous questions?” The entire statement was so wildly Mike-esque that you couldn’t be mad at it or disgusted by it even if you tried. Besides, there wasn’t a single part of that statement that wasn’t completely true.

“One,” you chuckled in reply to his question, “feel like having another go at taking an uninterrupted shower with me?”

The second floor bathroom was occupied, and you could see it in his eyes.

“If that’s Sy…” he began to whisper to you before being interrupted by the person on the other side of the bathroom door. 

“It’s not.” Of course it was Geralt. That hearing of his was both scary and amazing. The two of you hurried to the other bathroom, laughing at what had just happened. 

“Do I need to feel guilty about that? Did we just do to him what Sy did to us?” Mike wondered out loud as you got in the shower, still snickering. 

“First, Mikey, we didn’t do anything,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close, “and no. You would have found out if it was Sy, and even if it had been him, you probably would have just come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be funny if he was in there by himself.”

“Are you suggesting we wait until he has a girlfriend, too, and then get him back for that?”

“No. I’m suggesting you shut up.” Had Mike just called you his girlfriend?

-> Part 10

[5-7-9]

I refuse to called the mages that summon the celestial spirits their “owners.” And maybe this is where I diverge from canon’s confusing portrayal. I think the relationship between celestial spirits and their mages is more business themed rather than love or friendship themed. I think there should be a bigger emphasis on contracts and promises. I think canon puts too much into Lucy’s friendship between her spirits. Rewatching/rereading the manga and anime from the Daybreak mansion reminded me how Lucy states how she’s excellent at keeping promises. There was the Oracion arc where Lole and Aries fought each other. Plus the Tenrou Island arc when Loke teamed up with Gray because of a promise from a year ago before Lucy joined the guild, which somehow overrides his current contract with Lucy thereby putting it on pause.

the only outlier would be Aquarius. I still can’t figure out how that one time when she left Lucy in battle to join up with her boyfriend Scorpio was allowed. Taurus was distracted but he still tried. Loke literally tried the hardest despite his personal feelings. I’m fine with Aquarius attacking Lucy as long as she also accomplishes her order/task along the way and Lucy can still survive, but that’s the one moment I can’t excuse. She was actively inactive and defied orders from Lucy, her contract should make that illegal?

So in this manner, it is totally unethical to make personal relations between the mages and spirits, stuff like this can be tricky in real life for boss and workers too. I’m not sure… they can be ethical friends. Unless we world build it so celestial spirits have more freedom and roam the Earth casually just like Loke, thereby making the contracts so that celestials can exist on Earth longer and the mages can ask them to battle in exchange, then I’m not sure it’s an equal give and take. Because If they’re equals, there’d be nothing unethical about personal relations. Then Lucy can still have her celestial spirits be her friends from childhood when she was otherwise alone. You can tell that if it were up to me, that’s how I’d rewrite it.

The power imbalance that the mages and celestial spirits have doesn’t make much sense when the celestial spirits aren’t given a motivation to stay on Earth. It’s not comparable to quitting a minimum wage job because they need to pay a house to live in, because they have their own house in the celestial spirit world!!! The worldbuilding just doesn’t make sense that way.

I think my simple rewrite opens up more possibilities of meeting other celestial mages and celestial spirits casually, which defeats whatever the plot’s purpose was to call Lucy and Yukino “the last celestial mages” so I guess that’s why the writer didn’t write that… Plus the shock of Loke being a celestial spirit wouldn’t be as shocking if celestial spirits were casually wandering about (still shocking because he hid it and lasted so long without a gate to go back and forth from).

Point is: There’s no reason for Loke to have suffered so much because there’s no reason for the celestial laws to exist. We don’t see enough of humans being so important to the celestial spirits for them to care about them more than they do their own kind. Why is there a cross between the dimensions? We’ll never know

[cutekittenlady]

Tumblr Plays Pokemon White 2 - Part 2

Find Part 1 HERE!

So we're in Floccessy Ranch. We've covered all routes the polls covered thus far, but due to our starter being out for blood or otherwise too eager to prove himself we only have two team members for the first gym. I won't bother reposting the whole ruleset here this time since we won't be capturing any pokemon until after we beat the gym leader.

They are;

Bentley; a deceptively quiet Snivy whose a little too proud of his power given what hes been getting up to. He fills the grass type slot under our current rule set. He has the overgrow ability.

Aries; a hasty and mischevious Mareep we just caught here at Floccesy Ranch. We haven't done much with her yet, but given shes our only other team member atm I'm happy for the company. She'll be filling the role of our electric type. She has the ability static; a classic for electric types thats always been pretty useful.

I opt to run back to the owners of the farm to get my pokemon healed up. There should be more trainers in this area to help train Aries up. Shes currently half of Bentleys level so she desperately needs to catch up.

Not having found Herdier on the main farm, Hugh and I check in the area up north to look for the little pokemon. I run into a trainer and send in Aries to use Thunderwave and land a paralysis on the trianers lilipup then swap out to Bentley. This game is back when there wasn't a default exp share to spread exp to the whole party so switch out tactics like this is going to be necessary to keep my pokemon leveled up.

I should also have pointed out that I have the setting of White 2 set to a "SET" battle style which means no warnings or free swap outs when we defeat another pokemon. This is a pretty popular mode of play that a lot of longtime fans were saddened not to see added to Pokemon Scarlet and Violet.

The first trainer actually gives us a bit of trouble since he has a mareep of his own that paralyzes both of our pokemon. But thanks to our own Aries hanging in there we were able to come out on top.

I healed up the team and afterwards Hugh actually gives us a paralyz heal. A good item going forward.

We manage to bypass one trainer (for now we'll come back and find him afterwards) and find an x attack and another potion.

Then we FINALLY find Herdier!

Hugh hears herdiers bark and runs off to find its trainer, evidently not not being able to see the weird costumed guy. He says hes a member of team plasma and asks if we've ever heard of it. Now, i played the first game, buuut I wanna see what he says if we say no.

Doing so causes the grunt to admit to being a terrorist who tried to conquer a whole country.

Not very subtle guy.

He then tries to throw something at our head, only for us to catch it and turn out to be the TM21 for frustration. He then runs away.

Odd guy.

Hugh arrives with the trainer and they all go home.

Leaving us behind.

RUDE.

I take the opportunity to go back and face the guy we left off before. Beating him got Aries to reach level 8 and learn thundershock. Which is great for the electric type coverage.

I thought I could heal up the team before heading out of Floccesy Ranch but it seems they aren't offering that anymore.

RUDE.

I still have some potions but I dont want to use them up just yet. So while Aries health is low, I opt to leave it be as we head back to Floccesy Town. We run back into Alder who makes some cryptic remarks about how weve grown and how he wants our help with something. He then walks into his house.

I stick a pin in it, and head down to the pokemon trainer to heal up first. I can't recall if we have to battle with Alder or not here, but its better to be safe than sorry. We head back to Alders place to find two kids who offer to train... us.

huh.

Apparently Alder wants us to battle these kids which seems... harsh. But hey free exp is free exp so we agree.

The first kid starts off with a panpour and I sent out Aries. This is pretty good for me since it means Aries has a type advantage. Panpour acts first hitting with a scrach but winds up paralyzed. THis does mean I waste a turn though since the first move I had Aries use was thunderwave which the use of static cancels out. Still next round Aries uses thundershock and takes out a lot of Panpours hp. Panpour attacks with lick, but Aries finishes it with another thundershock.

That Panpour was level 9 which gives Aries enough exp to level up twice. This puts her on near equal leveling with Bentley with is pretty great for us.

Alder heals us up and we fight the next kid who uses a pansear. This actually puts us at a type disadvantage. So I still opt to use thunderwave rather than hope that static with kick in. This turns out to be a smart move because pansears lick paralyzes Aries, but thankfully thunderwave gets through so both are now paralyzed. Not the best circumstance but its not terrible. Pansear hits with scratch and we hit back with thundershock. Without the type advantage it doesnt do nearly as much damage, but still does a decent amount. We repeat the same back and forth for the next two rounds until Aries has taken down pansear.

This gives Aries a new level which also means she learns Cotton Spore, a move that can lower an opponents speed. I opt to delete growl in favor of this move since being able to move first is a pretty good advantage to have.

When we finally walk out of the place some weirdo randomly hands us a box? I don't recall the medal reward mechanic but it does seem like something that'd fit in with Pokemon White 2. I'll have to see if I can explore it more later.

Immediately after this Alder comes out to tell us thres a new Gym Leader in our hometown who we should try and fight.

Welp, guess we know what to do now.

On the way back to Aspertia Alder catches up to us by jumping off that cliff again.

Srsly dude. Your knees.

He gives us some oran berries and tells us we should go on to take on all the gym leaders before taking off.

I'd say "well that just happened" but I dont wanna be one of those people yknow?

We get back to Aspertia and stop in at home before heading to the gym. Seems Bianca has been listening to our mom talk about her times with Prof Juniper. Heh, hope the Professor doesnt embarass easy!

Aspertia Gym is a Normal Type gym, so sadly we won't be having any kind of special advantage type wise with our electric and grass pokemon. Still I'm hopeful we'll be able to get this one go?

We'll have to see.

We enter into the school yard thats meant to be the gym and this guy called Clyde gives us a free water bottle. I recall this guy being at the start of every gym in the Unova games (I think) and he'll always give you a water bottle at the start. Its a good one time free healing item that isn't too broken.

So to fight Cheren we have to beat the other two gym leaders in the yard.

The first trainer starts off with a Patrat VS our Aries. I have Aries start of with Cotton Spore and the Patrat hits back with Leer. I'm wanting to make sure Aries moves first. Next round I have her use thunderwave to paralyze patrat. Its successful and it cant attack on its turn. Then I have Aries use thundershock with brings it down to roughly half health. The Patrat uses leer again, but I just have Aries use thundershock again. it fails to knock out patrat and it hits back with a tackle that does way too much damage for comofrt. I use another thundershock to take it out for good.

Evidently Aries is a bit of a glass canon without a lot of defense atm.

Next they send out a lilipup so I have Aries use cotton spore again. Even if they knock out Aries it'll slow them down for Bentley. Lillipup uses leer and I have Aries use thunderwave. However Lillipup still manages to use tackle and knock Aries out.

I swap in to Bentley and have him use Vine Whip. Lillipup uses odor sleuth. I decide to have Bentley use wrap to get in a little bit of chip damage. Lilipup hits with tackle and I have Bentley retaliate with vine whip. Another leer next round from the lillipup, but wrap gets its health into the yellow. One more vine whip finishes it off.

While we win, that was only the first trainer and we're already down a pokemon. I don't think we'll be getting through this gym in one round. However I dont want to run back to the pokemon center, so I opt to push on until we're KO'd.

The next trainer starts with a Lillipup VS Bentley. Without Aries around to do any set up I opt to start using wrap for chip damage right away. Lillipup uses odor sleuth but that just gives me a chance to use leer to lower its defenses. It tackles but I use a vine whip. That on top of the leer is enough to take Lillipup out and get Bentley to level 12.

The trainer sends out patrat. Again I opt for wrap. He hits with tackle and I take the chance to use a potion. Patrat uses a tackle and Bentley uses leer. Patrat responds with a leer of its own. Then I use vine whip and get patrat in the yellow. Patrat hits with a tackle, but wrap activates and get him into the red. I have Bentley use tackle to save on pp and it takes the Patrat out beating the trainer.

Going in against Cheren I heal up Bentley with one of my remaining potions.

I save my game and head in against the gym leader.

Cheren opts to start with Patrat.

As before I start with wrap, tank a tackle, and then use leer. I tank another tackle and decide to use another leer. I'm hoping to take Patrat out in one hit. Tanking another hit, I heal up with my last potion, as Patrat uses work up. I then hit with vine whip. I fail to take patrat out and it hits me with a powered up tackle getting me into the yellow. I use another vine whip to take Patrat out.

Bentley gets to level 13 and wants to learn Growth. This is a pretty good move that increases attack and special attack. I'm not willing to give up tackle just yet since I want to maintain a neutral attacking move this early in the game (the gym after this is poison type after all) and so I remove leer in favor of growth..

Cheren sends out Lillipup which i think may be his last pokemon. I use the fresh water to heal Bentley as Lillipup starts with a work up. I have Bentley respond with growth. Lillipup uses work up and I use growth again. Lillipup uses work up again and I use growth. Next round LIllipup uses work up yet agian, but i opt to try to do some damage and have Bentley use vine whip. Lillipup outspeeds with another work up. Bentleys powered up vine whip is enough to get Lillipup to half health. Hoping I can make this quick I have Bentley use vine whip again which KOs lillipup and wins the gym battle!

Yayyyy our first milestone is met!

With this pokemon up to level 20 will obey us, and Cheren also gives us TM83 for work up. And once were out of the gym we meet back up with Bianca and she gives us the TM for Return which is a pretty great normal type move.

Now gen 5 is the first time in the series that you got to have reusable TMs before this point they were one use only so you had to be very careful which pokemon you gave which move.

Cheren emerges from the gym and it turns out he and Bianca know each other! These two then exchange numbers with a teenager.

Pokeverse is a different world.

We get a call on the xtransciever (which is like the gen 5 pokeverse version of a smart watch with call function) from prof juniper who introduces herself.

After that call Hugh shows up and challenges Cheren to a battle. He agrees and they both disappear inside.

Bianca then gives us the C-gear which we wont be using much since its mostly there for wi-fi stuff that isn't available anymore.

And with that we're finished with the first leg of our journey!

We have the start of a team and our first gym badge.

I'll be saving the game and getting our character to the next area. Once we're through all the polls for the next area I'll make the part 3 to this series! See you then!.

[magicmarked]

✧ they asked me if i love her to death, and i said "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life"

— mahmoud darwish, the butterfly's burden

Is that  AMOS DIGGORY  stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on  APRIL 2ND  and are a  27  year old,  PUREBLOOD  who works as a  SINGLE DAD & LITTLE LEAGUE QUIDDITCH COACH.  Some have said that they can be described as being  PASSIONATE, SOCIAL & PROTECTIVE,  however, they also see themselves as being OBSTINATE, TEMPERAMENTAL & UNFOCUSED.  Apparently,  HE  look(s) a lot like  MICHAEL EVANS BEHLING,  whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to  JOIN THE ORDER.

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤBASICSㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

FULL NAME : Amos Percival Diggory.

NICKNAMES : Ame, Daddy.

AGE : Twenty-seven.

BIRTHDAY : April 2nd.

GENDER & PRONOUNS : Cis man, he/him/his.

SEXUALITY : Bisexual, biromantic.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Widowed.

AFFILIATION : The Order of the Phoenix.

FACECLAIM : Michael Evans Behling.

OCCUPATION : Single dad, part-time Little League Quidditch coach, former Magizoologist in training, but that doesn't pay the bills.

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤPERSONALITYㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

POSITIVES : Passionate, social, protective, stout-hearted, loyal.

NEUTRALS : Grieving, mercurial, defiant, adventurous, daring.

NEGATIVES : Obstinate, temperamental, unfocused, audacious, blunt.

MORAL ALIGNMENT : Chaotic good.

WESTERN ZODIAC : Aries sun, Scorpio moon, Sagittarius rising.

HEAVENLY VIRTUE : Charity.

DEADLY SIN : Wrath.

TAROT CARD : The Tower ( upright ).

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤFAMILYㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

FATHER : Cedric Diggory sr ( deceased ).

MOTHER : Catriona Diggory ( owner of the Murtlap Inn )

SIBLINGS : Twin sister, younger sibling.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER : Florence Diggory ( murdered 8 months ago ).

CHILDREN : Cedric Diggory jr ( almost 2 years old ).

PET(S) : N/A.

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤMAGICAL PROFILEㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

HOGWARTS HOUSE : Hufflepuff.

ABILITIES : Almost fully trained Magizoologist.

WAND : Cedar wood, dragon heartstring core, 13", somewhat bendy.

PATRONUS : St. Bernard dog.

ASSOCIATED MEMORY : It is the first moments after Cedric's birth, the infant laying on his wife's chest, the happy but exhausted smile on her face, the warm feeling of joyous tears on his cheeks, happiness like he had never known before.

AMORTENTIA : Amos smells a forest bonfire first, with fragrant herbs added to add a pleasant scent to the flames, followed by orange blossoms, and finally, freshly made pumpkin pastries.

REVERSE AMORTENTIA : When thinking of Amos, you'll first be hit with the scent of bergamot, followed by undertones of freshly mowed grass, baby powder, and a vague but sharp tang of antiseptic.

BOGGART : It's a kneeling figure that resembles Amos himself, kneeling on a freshly overturned grave, that has the name of his deceased wife, and in scratch marks underneath it, the name of Cedric has been added.

𓆩　𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯﹒ㅤBACKGROUNDㅤ﹒𓇯𓇯𓇯𓇯ㅤ 𓆪

[ trigger warnings for : pregnancy, murder, grief ]

Amos Diggory had always enjoyed a simple life. There was no great tragedy or betrayal haunting his family, his parents were happily married, their jobs kept the Diggory family in comfortable middle class life, they weren't known pureblood supremacists, nor were they blood traitors — no, everything about Amos' life was perfectly content, average almost, and he certainly enjoyed it that way.

The first perceived tragedy came to Amos when his twin sister was sorted into Gryffindor and he was sorted into Hufflepuff. It was made worse by the Sorting Hat's doubt — he almost made it into the house of lions with her, almost, but not quite. Hufflepuff suited Amos just fine, but being separated for the first time in his life certainly did not. With how many of their peers had more tragic upbringing, Amos' complaints were brushed off by both his housemates and the school staff, but to him? This mole hill was a mountain.

Forced to be on his own, away from family for the first time, Amos spent the first few weeks at Hogwarts with a grumpy frown on his face — though it didn't last long. He had always been naturally gregarious, a good time boy, easy-going and even easier to befriend, and if there was one thing Amos could not bear, it was loneliness. He thrived during his school years, there was sometimes a certain guilt at his lack of involvement in the horrible war consuming his peers, but Amos did not feel strongly enough to sign himself up for something so deadly.

After graduation, he was aimless — he'd hoped for a Quidditch scouting (despite subconsciously knowing he was not good enough to play professionally), but found himself with less prospects than he thought. He drifted through a series of jobs, bartending at his parents' inn, security guard at Gringotts, even spent a month or two in hitwizard training — until one day, a few years after graduation, he ran into his former Care of Magical Creatures professor. Surprisingly gifted at the subject and having spent many summers on his cousin's Erumpent range, he fell into an apprenticeship with a Magizoologist head first — though the pay was poor and the days long, he finally found something that truly brought him passion and excitement.

Travelling the world changed Amos somewhat, he came home more cultured, more experienced, more daring. No longer simple, but with a love for adventure — which was what first drew him to Florence. Bold and exciting, she loomed larger than life in the pub where they first met — her smile lighting up the room. Their romance started as a whirlwind, and by the time Amos realized how engrained she was with the Order of the Phoenix, he was already head over heels. As a muggleborn, Florence had strong opinions on pureblood supremacy and was never afraid to voice them. Amos felt lost in that world occasionally, increasingly worried for her safety.

Cedric was not planned, but he was news happily received. Amos would be a full-fledged Magizoologist soon enough, and Florence was a gifted Cursebreaker. They married in a small, private ceremony, not wanting to scare her Muggle family too much, and welcomed Cedric six months later. However, there was an increase in the recklessness that consumed Florence after their child was born. She wanted to make the world safe for him — but as a result, put herself into danger more often. There was a sense of dread haunting Amos, one that was unfortunately confirmed eight months ago, when Aurors knocked on his door with the news of his wife's murder at the hands of suspected Death Eaters.

Amos wanted to let his grief consume him. When his father had died of illness a few years ago, he had been sad, but it had been bearable — the death of Florence threatened to tear him apart. He could not let it happen, he was desperately willing for it not to happen. Cedric needed him. Cedric needed him. Barely a year old, and desperately missing his mama — Amos had something earth shattering happen to him, but he could not let it break him. Shoving down his heartwrenching grief, Amos pushed forward instead.

He left behind his passion for Magizoology for a better paying job at the Quidditch stadium, coaching the children's team. He moved back to his parental home, out of the small cottage filled with memories of Florence and their life together. He attended the trial for his wife's murderers with a stoic, still expression. There was so much emotion churning underneath the surface, and soon there was a fist shaped indent in the door to his bedroom. Anger took over grief, and Amos found himself following in Florence's footsteps, joining the Order — at least, that's what he tells himself. Nevermind that it is a good outlet for his anger too.

Eight months since her death, and Amos is holding himself together with duct tape and a prayer. He had just found his life, his future, everything he had ever dreamed off — and now his world had ended. His family worries that Amos is hurrying towards his own early grave, and knowing Cedric would be alone is the only thought that brings some caution to his deeds. But there is always a cliff, and Amos is eagerly dangling off the edge.

TLDR : Danai loves hurting characters. Amos was a middle class, easy-going young guy, never involved in the war or politics, enjoying his neutrality. He apprenticed as a Magizoologist for years, travelling the world and finding new adventures. He fell head over heels in love with a muggleborn Order member named Florence, and together they had a child, Cedric. Eight months ago, Florence was murdered by suspected Death Eaters, shattering his life. He is growing increasingly angry and reckless as a result, and is trying desperately to keep himself together for the sake of his son.

[ar1h1]

Introduction yeehaw

I suppose i should make this (about goddamn time, if you ask me-) Ahem. Hi! Im Ant/Ari and im 20+ years old (will keep it like that, cause its tiring to remember to change it every year-) and i call myself a grandpa! I go by they/he/she pronouns and i currently reside in Germany. I am currently doing an apprenticeship as a florist, so if i ramble about plants... Dont stop me. :) Atm i am into Submas (Ingo my beloved <3) and pokemon in general! I draw that (ofc i might draw something else, but those two are my hyperfixations right now. Will change in the future if they change) I'm also the owner of the @paranoiaau ask blog :)

I am greek/ukrainian! I know english, german, greek and russian! So excuse if my english is bs, its not my first language-

I have high ADHD and social anxiety (plus other mental disorders), so excuse if im all over the place. I try my best to seem collected.

Um... I use tones (/j, /s, etc) and emojis lots! Helps me show my emotions in the posts or whatever i post (comment, tag etc)!

I get overwhelmed easily, so i dont really check my feed, so excuse if i dont reblog your stuff, mutuals. Love you to bits tho <33

You can check my Carrd about where to find me also!

Important PSA about bl*nkshipping My tags:

#ari text: When i just type stuff, like this post!

#ari art: My art! If you just want to scroll through that-

Uuuuh... Might update this if i remember anything else.

Anyway, that's all for now! If you have any questions, do send me an ask! I dont bite! Even if im a demon >:3c

See ya, dudebros!

[six-of-ravens]

oc questionnaire

tagged by @princesshoneytea (thank you!!). apologies if this makes no sense cause i don't consistently talk about my writing here, but it looked like fun so im gonna do it anyway!!

favourite oc: probably James. Hot doctor, trans man, British expat who lives either on a spaceship or a cottage in Iceland. impeccable snark. originally from the 1830s, but then died trying to escape from a vampire blood mage and ended up on an intergalactic quest that....never ended, because he married the MacGuffin of said quest.

newest oc: uhhhh Kitty and Theo from a story just called "50s thing" about newlyweds who move to the desert to work on a secret scientific research base. Shenanigans and possible time travel ensue. Theo is a theoretical physicist and Kitty is a housewife (and happy about it, she considers housework, cooking, and sewing to be her "only" skills. Obviously there is more to her than that but, that's where she's at in her head after escaping from a neglectful household where she basically had to raise her younger siblings).

oldest oc: Ari! A healer who lives in a cottage in a fairytale-esque world i made up when I created her when i was 11, and refuse to change. She's tough as nails and yet soft when you need her, though if you get on her bad side she will make you clean her floors. Also, if you're a particular sort of miserable wet dog of a person and stand near her for more than 10 seconds, she will legally adopt you. Non-negotiable. That is how she became James' and Keiyel's mother.

meanest oc: this is a tough one but probably June from my urban fantasy world. She's not mean so much as mistrusting of new people, but she'll also go off on you if you treat her/others poorly (I believe one of her introductory scenes involves her Karening at a shop owner for trying to pass off opalite (glass) as moonstone). She's bi, and somewhat butch, but grew up in a very homophobic household and therefore has a massive chip on her shoulder that she's still healing.

softest oc: ironically, Seneca, June's younger sister, from that same story. She likes to think she's "not naive, I just have faith in humanity :)" but she's 18, so...she's super naive anyway. She means well though, and her plot involves learning how to function in the adult world (after a very sheltered childhood) while still keeping her softness.

most aloof/standoffish oc: Eliza from North! She doesn't mean to be, she's just a) socially awkward, b) an aristocrat who's expected to be a bit standoffish, and c) a bit deluded about her skills with the sword. A big chunk of the first part of North is her getting taken down a peg or three.

dumbest (affectionate) oc: I'm sure there's a dumber one but I can't think of them right now, so Maris from North. Upper class merchant's daughter who runs away to follow Eliza on a dangerous, impulsive trip to Anteria, the magical, arctic country next door. She's not dumb so much as sheltered and a bit too convinced of the reality of adventure novels.

smartest oc: Probably James, but I already talked about him so I'll say Keiyel, a "wizard" who "minmaxed wisdom and intelligence" and is therefore incredibly intellectually smart, and basically uses her magic to perform complex particle physics experiments, but also like, buys her acid from a cult on Etsy (this is real, there was (is still?) a cult called Weird Hollywood Youth who would make and sell acid on etsy labelled as "blotting paper." Their leader also has the Nbisco logo tattooed onto his head. Don't ask me why. I just co-opted that for Keiyel because it seemed like the kind of dumb thing she'd do lol). Is well-known for showing up injured horribly and proudly announcing "I learned how to turn radioactive isotopes into magical energy!" or some shit. She's very lucky James is her adoptive brother.

oc i'd like to be friends with: Eliza! I feel like we'd get along, and maybe she could teach me cool sword moves.

idk who to tag cause I don't know who's cool with talking about their OCs online (aside from @princesshoneytea lol) soooo if you wanna do this pls consider yourself tagged!

[mrlenesmck]

( florence pugh , 20 , 10 april , cisfemale ) ϟ  ━ woah , i think i just saw MARLENE MCKINNON ! there’s been so much happening lately that i totally forgot about the HALF BLOOD but i am glad to see HER still around . they always had wanted to be A HIT WITCH , i wonder how that’s going. the last i heard about them was that they might be involved with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX , but i’m not sure how true that is. besides, they always seemed UNFLINCHING and COMPASSIONATE . although , now that i think about it they were also RECKLESS and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE . still the GRYFFINDOR alum always reminded me of EVERYTHING I WANTED by BILLIE EILISH and THE SEA BREEZE BATTERING DOWN YOUR WINDOWS , THE KIND OF WARMTH YOU FEEL IN YOUR BONES , CIGARETTE ASH ON YOUR TONGUE. i hope they haven’t changed too much !

I N T R O

full name ➵ Marlene Mórrígan McKinnon.

nicknames ➵ Marls; Kinno; Marley; Lena; Mick; Mickey.

pronouns ➵ she/her/hers.

birthdate / age ➵ 10 April, 1960, 3:07 am / 20 years old.

birthplace ➵ Blochairn, Glasgow, Scotland.

childhood home ➵ The House of Scar, Sanndaigh (Sanday), Orkney, Scotland.

current residence ➵ Diagon Alley, London, England.

sexual orientation  ➵ Bisexual, Biromantic.

blood status ➵ Halfblood.

occupation ➵ Hit Wizard.

affiliation  ➵ Order of the Phoenix.

P H Y S I C A L

height ➵ 5 feet, 3 inches.

body type ➵ slim figure; soft natural kibbe body type.

hair ➵ dirty blonde or dyed brown; soft and straight or wavy.

eye color ➵ green.

dominant hand ➵ right.

FC ➵ Florence Pugh.

voice ➵ Laura Fraser ( natural Scottish accent ).

special characteristics ➵

prominent freckles on shoulders;

birthmark shaped like a stone on her left thumb;

tattoo of arrows pointing down on her left forearm just below her inner elbow;

tattoo of a bee on her inner left wrist;

tattoo of a match stick on her inner left wrist;

tattoo of a doe for Lily.

smells of ➵

salt and seaweed;

apple shampoo;

dragonhide leather;

cocoa butter lotion;

coconut body wash.

E M O T I O N A L

zodiac ➵ aries sun; capricorn rising; virgo moon.

MBTI ➵ ENTJ (“The Commander”).

positive traits ➵ dauntless; compassionate; family-oriented; unflinching; adventurous; dedicated; observant; vibrant; benevolent; loyal.

negative traits ➵ self-destructive; reckless; overprotective; dogmatic; relentless; ruthless; restless; impatient; stubborn; blunt.

likes ➵ arguing; Firewhiskey; Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them (the book); dueling, family; cobblestones; buying records; bell bottom jeans; the Montrose Magpies; protecting her friends; Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans; apple crumble; Quidditch World Cup; Led Zeppelin; salted popcorn; coffee; red wine; going to rallies; parties; smoking (of any & all varieties); making her dad proud; her owl.

dislikes ➵ having to follow instructions when she knows she’s right; bigotry; Pepper-Up Potion; silver masks; the color orange; fake banana sweets (c’mon, really); any team other than the Scotland National Team (because Scotland is FAR superior, losers); losing; being asked why she supports the Magpies when her great great grandmother (maternal side) was a Parkin in blood (of the Wigtown Wanderers); mayonnaise; foods that are too spicy; strawberry jelly; disappointing people; funerals.

amortentia ➵

broom wax;

apple cider vinegar;

leather;

the sea;

water lilies;

shortbread.

M A G I C

blood status ➵ halfblood.

wand ➵ Aspen, White River Monster Spine core, 12 inches, unyielding.

Pottermore, Ollivander: Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

Aspen  ➵ ‘yearning for justice’ comes out as them being executors; adaptability is core trait; least associated with death compared to poplar and black poplar; communication comes easy for them; highly aware of own mortality; elemental composition is primarily fire and ice based; talent for charmwork, dueling, martial magics, ancient rituals and magics; best subjects include charms, defense against the dark arts, history of magic, ancient runes and arithmancy; aspen wand owners work best in groups and are energised by the presence of other people.

Pottermore, Ollivander: American wandmaker Thiago Quintana’s harvesting of White River Monster spines initially raised concerns of over-fishing, but because he was the only one who knew how to lure the creatures, the ecological impact was not severe. They were no longer used as a wand core after Quintana’s death (in new wands), as he took the secret of luring the creature to his grave. This core produces spells of force and elegance.

White River Monster Spine  ➵ often choose masters who are steady, observant and passionate, who choose what is right over what is easy, are unafraid of hard work and enjoy challenges but also stubborn, stubborn enough to feel like they have to go it alone even when they don’t have to and have strong instincts that make it difficult to accept being told to stop when they believe they’re in the right, are self-sacrificing and far too willing to play martyr, good at adapting to tragedy and putting aside their own feelings, highly attached to certain places and people and will defend them to their utmost ability; masters are often sensitive to people’s and creature’s vibrations and are good at judging the intentions of others and their presence in general and if trained could be able to distinguish between vibrations of different creatures, at highest level this would bean differentiating individual being’s vibrations; elemental composition of this wand is water and plant based, with earth as secondary element; talent in magic with transformation, travel, protection, regeneration, agriculture and sensing; best areas of magic include transfiguration, herbology, defense, magical creatures and potions (divination may be too overwhelming for them); ivory, navy blue and black ripples are emitted during spellwork and magic smells of algae, water lilies and a tang of apple cider vinegar; possesses ability to self-heal after being injured; highly attuned to owner’s favorite places and can act as a compass, pointing their owner towards home.

Ellie, McKinnon lore: Aspen and White River Monster Spine is a very rare, if nigh on impossible to find, combination. Quintana took the secret of acquiring the spines to his grave, and no other attempts since his death in 1934 have ever been successful. Only 3% of his wands were ever created pairing the core with Aspen. Some years before his death, the then 74 year old Chalmers McKinnon purchased 6 of Quintana’s wands - one Aspen, one Poplar, one Lilac, one Sycamore, one Sea Buckthorn, & one Black Locust - at the request of his wife, noted Seer Ismene McKinnon, all of which were ended up locked away in the McKinnon family vault until the newest generation of McKinnon’s turned 11 and were able to attempt to find their match. Until Marlene came along, only two of the wands ever found their master - her father, and her aunt, Iola. The rest of the wands still remain unclaimed, and after her father and her aunts deaths, both wands were buried with them.

Combination  ➵ makes for an excellent and complementary combination; the owner is a passionate revolutionary who are never content with the state of things and are persistent and steadfast in their desire to change the world around them; reliable wixes who perform best under pressure, who are strong willed and refuse to back down from just about anything, which is especially true if they are defending or protecting something or someone; good at compartmentalizing and focusing on a mission to the point that people can believe they are cold and unfeeling but the opposite is much closer to the truth as they put their all into their beliefs, often stretching themselves thin, are horrid on relying on others and will work themselves to the bone if permitted; martyr complex is woven through their very being; observant, not much gets past them, and are excellent judges of character like a ‘human sneakoscope’; can be excellent leaders or followers if they are being led by someone they consider competent; don’t care much for material objects; excellent reflexes and above average pain tolerance; elemental composition of this wand is fire, ice, water and plant based; talent in magic with transformation, rituals, travel, protection, regeneration, agriculture, vibrations, dueling and charmwork; overall an excellent all-around wand; silver, black and periwinkle ripples are emitted from this wand during spellwork and its magic smells of snow, water lilies and cinders; works well in all temperatures and does not need special products for hot temps like other aspen wands; when grouped with other aspen wands they will communicate with one another and can perform group spells if required; core is territorial against other white river monster cores and the cores feed into each other during duels (the longest duel of such endured for 12 straight hours); has the ability to self-heal after being injured; wand can act as compass.

patronus ➵ Hippocampus.

animagus ( would-be ) ➵ Horse ( Thessaly breed; white with grey dopples ).

E D U C A T I O N

Hogwarts class ➵ Gryffindor, 1978.

extracurriculars ➵

Gryffindor Beater / September 1973 - June 1978.

Wizards’ Chess / October 1973 - June 1973.

Duelling Club / September 1974 - June 1978.

Remus Lupin Appreciation Club ( unofficial club ) / September 1975 - June 1978.

Duelling Club President ( unofficial position ) / September 1977 - June 1978.

courses & exams ➵

O.W.L.s

Ancient Runes - O

Arithmancy - O

Charms - O

Defence Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - O

History of Magic - O

Muggle Studies - E

Potions - O

Transfiguration - O

N.E.W.T.s

Ancient Runes - O

Arithmancy - O

Charms - O

Defence Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - O

History of Magic - O

Potions - O

Transfiguration - O

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

health ➵

suffers from an undiagnosed panic disorder.

pets ➵

Apostolos; the Eurasian eagle owl.

handwriting ➵ Signerica.

F A M I L Y

Chalmers McKinnon ➵ b. 1828, d. 1945; great, great - grandfather; Ravenclaw; deceased; pureblood

Ismene (née Dumont) McKinnon ➵ b. 1830, d. 1960; great, great - grandmother; Beauxbatons; Seer; deceased; pureblood

Kinloch McKinnon ➵ b. 1868, d. 1954; great grandfather; Hufflepuff; Mermish translator; deceased; pureblood

Astraea (née Greengrass) McKinnon ➵ b. 1869, d. 1979; great grandmother; Slytherin; stay at home mother & socialite; deceased; pureblood

Phillip McKinnon ➵ b. 1899, d. 1980; grandfather; Ravenclaw; Unspeakable; deceased; pureblood

Amaryllis (née Parkinson) McKinnon ➵ b. 1907, d. 1980; grandmother; Apothecary; Slytherin; deceased; pureblood

Sebastian McKinnon ➵ b. 1933, d. 1976; father; Gryffindor; Cursebreaker; deceased; pureblood

Clothilde (née Watkins) McKinnon ➵ b. 1935; mother; Ravenclaw; retired Healer; alive; muggleborn

Iona (née McKinnon) Moody ➵ b. 1942, d. 1979; aunt; Ravenclaw; Auror; deceased; pureblood

Alastor Moody  ➵ b. 1943; uncle; Ravenclaw; Auror; alive; pureblood

Marlene McKinnon ➵ b. 1960; herself; Gryffindor; Hit Wix; alive; halfblood

Alexander McKinnon ➵ b. 1962, m. 1980; younger brother; Ravenclaw; Unspeakable-in-Training; missing and presumed dead; halfblood

Ambrose McKinnon ➵ b. 1962; younger brother; Slytherin; Tattoo Artist; alive; halfblood

Iris McKinnon ➵ b. 1965; younger sister; Hufflepuff; student but also a Seer; alive; halfblood

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Gryffindor 1978. Seeker (‘73-‘78), Wizards Chess (‘73), Duelling Club (‘74-‘78). Graduated (mostly) with O grades and despite a less than stellar detention record.

Eldest child of Sebastian & Clothilde, older sister to Alexander, Ambrose and Iris McKinnon. She was taught piano at a young age, though Iris had more musical talent than Marlene ever did, and Alexander used to pretend he knew how to play the bagpipes, when he did not. Alexander and Ambrose were a Ravenclaw and Slytherin respectively, and Iris was sorted into Hufflepuff. (She’s always been fiercely protective of Iris - she once punched someone who called her a duffer.)

Parents are Clothilde (Hilde) and Sebastian, Hilde being a former Healer (having retired after giving birth to Marlene) and Sebastian remaining a high profile Cursebreaker until April 1980 and his untimely death. Hilde often referred to Marlene as her ‘wilder’ child, though Alexander and Ambrose were both plenty wild in their own ways and often roped Marlene in on their games and vice versa. Sebastian was very proud of his children - he considered them the best of him, and he was open about it, to a fault.

She’s very proud of her family. She always has been. Being sorted into Gryffindor only bolstered it - she’s proud to take after her father, to be like him in so many ways that infuriated her mother almost to no end (and also endeared her to the same extent, too). It was there that she met her other family - the only family that she now has left. She didn’t like them all, not at first, but she loves them, deeply, down to her bones.

She came out when she was 15. She’d been caught behind the greenhouses with her hand down Florence’s blouse when they’d been caught by Sprout - which ended with her nearly knocking all of them out with the potted Mandrake she was holding and, also, two weeks detention for skipping class. She wasn’t scared, really, to tell her friends - she was more apprehensive about what her brothers would say. (Her first kiss with a boy was with a fellow Gryffindor.)

A couple of months after that incident, Marlene’s father died - the details she was given were sketchy, and she was the one who had to forced her way into being there when her siblings were brought out of class to be told about it. The only person she let see her cry the day they buried her father was her aunt Iona. Her mother needed her to be strong for the funeral, her siblings needed her to keep them together (especially poor Iris), and she refused to let them down.

She once made the girls - Mary, Lily and Dorcas - promise that they’d be friends forever. It’s gotten a little harder to keep that promise over the years, but she loves them - and the boys (men, now) - more fiercely than she loves almost anyone else in her life, even if it’s all so much more complicated now than it had been when they were at Hogwarts, when they were just children, not people forced to grow up too fast, to fight a war.

For Marlene, graduation couldn’t come soon enough, but then tragedy struck: her favourite aunt died after there was an attack on her and her husband’s home. The grief was too powerful for her to put into words. The anger and confusion she felt, the blame she felt was on not only Alastor but herself for being too slow to answer the call for help (despite not being law enforcement at the time). It was all devastating for her, and led to somewhat of a downward spiral for several months.

She applied in December 1978 to be a Hit Wizard under then Head Archwilt, having been a bartender for a few months in self-imposed exile (she refused to see her favourite uncle Alastor when all she could feel when she looked at him was that he was to blame) - when she was accepted, she, of course, got blackout drunk and woke up in Hogs Head. (She has since developed somewhat of a rapport with Aberforth.) (He would not entirely agree, but begrudgingly allows her to stick around on her days off. She enjoys the time with his goats.)

More recently, her younger-but-eldest brother, Alexander, just a month after graduating and being accepted to become an Unspeakable, disappeared without a trace. They searched and searched and searched - Marlene all but begging the Auror Office to keep the case open, but nothing, yet, has been found. Suffice to say, it’s a blow that Marlene doesn’t think she’ll ever fully recover from. The Order has been more than a safety net for Marlene: it’s the one place where she feels like her grief, her anger, her heartbreak, is even being heard anymore.

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Ari comforting you when you find out someone isn’t who you thought they were and your whole world get flipped upside done (I’m sure ppl will take this each and every different way but I’ve been wanting to ask this for a while and after your Valentine’s Day post I finally decided to ask the ask)

Um, something something about the owner of your company being implicated in a personal scandal that makes you worry about the security of your job and how that crosses over into feeling like you need to know and analyze his personal life while Ari tries to keep you calm and positive about the things you can control about the situation and not the drama--

Guys, I gotta be really honest here. I can't do this one. [Long version below the cut.] TLDR; it hits too close to home.

I am splitting from my husband after almost nine years together because he lied (very boiled down version), and in a twisted way, I know and understand why he lied. I feel guilty and sick and cheated and overwhelmed all day every day. I have a real-life person to blame and yet it still isn't actually his fault. I cannot write this.

My world has been flipped upside down and I AM NOT WHO I THOUGHT I WAS. So let's just glaze over this with me saying, maybe in the future this won't be so raw and triggering, but I have avoided enough unintentional, coincidental fandom triggers to just barely get by. I have a panic disorder that goes bonkers at the slightest thing right now.

I have written toxic media coverage into Fools Rush In, The Stark Legacy, and It Had To Be You for a reason. I write about miscommunication and making assumptions for a reason. That is about as close as I can offer to this ask. Bedrock and Blueprints' Joanna is also about a woman who deals with her life and issues as best she can but it still affects others negatively. She's human. She has terrible moments. Hell, I've written Steve and Ari and Ransom all having terrible moments that are hurtful. I just can't do it again right now.

I appreciate that you would trust me with this from the bottom of my heart. I know what it took to ask, and I am sorry that I simply cannot touch this one for you. Not right now.

Thank you for asking though. I love you! 💚💜