#and witch au!! i could draw kitties

[comfymoth]

i kinda wanna work on one of my aus but. well. see. the problem is i have like 50 of them and a decision making disease

[chocottang]

day 4: HALLOWEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

originally, this was just going to be cami and gold wearing matching customes of a witch and her black cat (got changed to gray because otherwise you wouldn’t see the marks) BUT it snowballed into an au. so if you’re interested in the random lore i made up (+explanations of the drawings), it’s under the cut

okay lets begin with explaining the drawings. so, about the two drawings with the red background: gold has the ability to change to cat form or humanoid form as he desires. he usually stays in cat form out of personal preference (+witches aren’t supposed to have humanoid familiars, i mean its not technically prohibited but it is an extremely weird thing to do) BUT he involuntarily switches to humanoid form while asleep, because it’s his “original” one. he likes falling asleep in cat form though (because he’s stupid) so he can end up in awkward positions.

about the drawing on the left with the purple background: in this world, witches are seen as both dangerous and helpful to people. they can help you with magic, but for a price, and if u don’t pay, you can get your ass cursed, or worse, they are said to also wreck havoc out of rage. because of this, there are certain people who see them as menaces to society and hunt them down: witch hunters! so, witches live in isolation and have a “territory” they oversee to make sure no hunters get near them, and they’re pretty protective of them. i imagine the drawing is what cami and gold would look like before Destroying a hunter. gold usually stays in his cat form though, as he doesn’t really fight unless cami needs the backup. he also can’t do magic (besides his own physical transformation), so he’s just a physical fighter, hence the claws.

about the little gray doodle, it’s just gold thinking about cami. since they’re together all the time in their territory, when they Have to separate to do their own thing, gold misses cami a lot and won’t stop thinking about her. he’s a kitty cat with separation anxiety

the other two drawings were just to figure out their designs and gold’s cat form design

okay lore time. so, gold used to be fully human, but his dad made a deal with a witch and failed to pay his part. as punishment, his firstborn was cursed to become a beast. gold didn’t know the reason why he turned into a beast out of nowhere. he didn’t have a good relationship with his family, and then his dad saw him and wanted to hide him from everyone, and everything became too much, so he ran away while in cat form. aaandd he stumbled into a coven composed of a witch and her pupils, one of which was cami. cami and him got along very well and her professor told her he could be her familiar. gold decides “hey, i have literally nothing better and these people are nice to me while they think i'm a cat so yea sure”. but alas, when he falls asleep he turns back into his humanoid form, and cami is the only one who saw it. gold explained what happened and cami figured out he must’ve been cursed somehow, after some research she figured the exact curse that was put upon him. when gold learned it was all his dad’s fault he was LIVID, and the only way to revert the curse was to complete the deal his dad made. they figured that if they are able to find the witch who cursed him and repay them themselves, they could convince her to lift the curse. thing is, they couldn’t, for the love of god, figure out who it was. with time, gold kinda got used to the curse, so they started working less and less on figuring out how to lift the curse until they kinda just… stopped.

i don’t have a lot on cami, she was a very cold and isolated kid, she didn’t have any friends and her family was Not… Good… she was always interested in magic, so when she had the opportunity, she joined the aforementioned witch coven. it's pretty common for witches to take in girls as pupils, creating the rumor of them “stealing and eating kids”. in reality, they are not kidnapping anyone, they are almost like a refuge for weird little girls. also, when gold and cami met they were like 12, in the present they would be in their early twenties, so they’ve been together for quite some time. and also yes they’re dating. what can you expect from me. 

fun fact: fred and freddy are here! freddy believes fred is the product of some sort of curse, and he goes to cami to try and strike a deal to get rid of fred. cami is sure fred isn’t a curse, so he must be some sort of bound soul, but isn’t sure if fred is a ghost, an angel, or a demon. so now freddy and cami are trying to figure out What The Hell is this guy. fred is not happy at all OBVIOUSLY, he doesn’t want to disappear. i don’t have a whole lot more on them than that (not even i know what the hell fred is lol), but i like the idea of cami sending freddy off to get her some stuff for a ritual they’ll do, while she herself goes get a different item that is way more dangerous to get, and she tasks gold to help freddy so he doesn’t die (and thus doesn’t fulfill his part of the deal (unsure what the deal will be)). gold is NOT happy. he generally hates anyone who isn’t cami, and now he has to be with this guy 24/7 without cami there, while she’s off in a dangerous mission, and he just has to be worried sick about her until they see each other again. he’s not having a good time, he’s very cranky. he does warm up to fred and freddy eventually. when they have to sleep, gold wouldn’t even sleep during the first nights. he would just stare at freddy from the other side of the room because he didn’t trust him enough to fall asleep. then he gets more comfortable (and tired) and starts falling asleep in a couch or just a blanket on the floor. when they become friends, gold would start sleeping at his feet (remember, he falls asleep in cat form, although he turns humanoid while asleep, so sometimes he’d fall asleep before freddy and just look extremely silly all curled up at the end of the bed in humanoid form). also yes freddy eventually realizes he doesn’t want to get rid of fred and they make up.

also golden is here too! him and gold are twins, but gold is the older one, so only he got cursed. when gold disappeared, their father told golden that an evil witch kidnapped gold, and they weren’t able to find him. so golden became a witch hunter LMAO. in freddy’s voyage to get the ritual items, he meets golden and stays at his mansion for some time and its Very Awkward. freddy actually starts believing that maybe cami is Actually Evil and kidnapped and cursed gold. but no, and gold does tell him, when he feels like it, because he’s a cat and he does things only when he wants to. gold will tell golden eventually, well, rather than “tell” he’ll turn into humanoid form so golden sees him and goes “holy shit that’s my brother” and THEN tell him what happened. idk when or how but i’m cooking, maybe. i also want golden and cami to meet because i think it would be funny, golden would definitely hate her at first. cami would just look at him and be like “wow you look like gold but less cute. have u tried using bells?” (she gave gold those bells cuz she thinks they look cute) 😭

i want to add the rest of the characters too, at least the animatronics and villains, sooo maybe ill post more about this au? idk

i think that’s all the rambling i have LOL happy halloween i guess? does this count as halloween themed? halloween themed au? if you’ve read all of this thank you. i love you. i hope you have a great day and fhs week

[lilliecat]

😳😳 if you insist! (read more bc its long and bc of the last wish spoilers)

there are tons of little moments from the movie that i think really fit the dynamic i have in mind for them. Also i’ve seen the movie like 20 times now but i still havent written out the themes and stuff clearly for myself so forgive some inconsistencies. Theres two choices, those being a) set the plot of the last wish in the world of the jellicles and b) plant jellicles into the shrek universe. Both are cute and fun but Im starting with a cause its a little tougher. Hell if you wanted to you could just replace the main characters. Either way the roles are as follows.

Mac- Puss, George/rumpuscat- Kitty, Cheryl- Perrito. If you wanted to, you could seperate George and Rumpus, and make George Perrito. But frankly, i wanna include cheryl and my George hc isnt a dog so make of that what you will. You could also easily switch rumpus and mac’s roles and figure smth cool out.

I’m unsure with how to handle Goldi and the bears, but here are some ideas.

Goldi- Rumple, Baby- Jerrie, Momma/Pappa Jenny and Jelly (or Skimble and gus jr.) It would make sense to make them werecats or something.

 But another Idea i have is to change the fairy tale basis to hansel and gretal. with Grizabella as the candy witch (taking the general arc from Goldi) and her adopted kids. I thought of munk and tugger (or mungo and rumple) but really i think you could take your pick of whatever sibling you hc as her kids if any. In this case, the wish is something like getting her life before them back or to undo whatever mistake lead her to indirectly meet/adopt them. obviously people can do whatever they want if they wanna do smth with this au.

Jack is a huge issue, mainly because his arc is so unsimilar to any that I have for a cats character. I could see someone making a funny case for Munk, Gus, or Bustopher (which would make me a little sad but its still funny) . idk! each character i think would have a slightly different wish.

Death/the wolf is also a tough one. You could easily keep him as a wolf, change him to a dog, make him a pet catcher. But importantly, he still is literally death. I think its hysterical if a pet catcher was LITERALLY death to jellicles. I was thinking of making him the everlasting cat but that feels wrong since i dont really have a serious design for the everlasting. You could just make it the stairway to the heaviside layer, but it kind of messes with the theme. Im also unsure how to handle Macavity ‘dying’, but i think its easiest just to say a single jellicle life gets 9 deaths before it ends. (if that makes sense)

Honestly though, Kitty and Puss’ relationship and Mac and Rumpus’ are pretty analougous. If youd like, you could keep Santa Coloma as their wedding day or change it to some other event requiring deep amounts of trust. But yeah, Mac and Rumpus have a past. 

Rumpus/George has a similar prickly instinct around danger that Kitty does. He jumps to conclusions to protect himself. His life of being abandoned, raised by dogs, and being adopted by a family that disposes of him, has hardened him. Thematically, Kitty’s declawing is really tragic and the last wish kind of dosnt address that so it it could go either way if he is or not. Easily, you could have the betrayal be something else cat related.

Its fitting that the first movie (as shallow as it comes off sometimes) is about feeling responsible for others and their actions. I dont feel like thinking about who humpty would be but Macavity, like Puss, had an adolesence where he fell into an honor and was laden with expectations he perhaps shouldn’t have needed to deal with. Macavity is deeply invested in image and titles and feels like without his gang and without his magic, he’s not only fragile, he’s realizing how much time he wasted, how little he has left, and how little to show for it. Puss’ arc has tons of ways to approach it and theres more i have in mind but i wanna draw something for this au soon so i should elaborate on it soon.

This movie is really clean and generally uses it’s screentime wisely and i want to hold true to that. Im also not sure what the macguffin should be. I was thinking of setting it in a tribe other than the Junkyard gang that uses a magic conduit during their Jellicle Balls to give the chosen their prize, which in this tribe is either new life (as tradition), or a wish of choice. im partially done writing out a summary of the plot, which i will post when i finish it. Id love to hear ideas or see what people had in mind!!

rumpcavity puss in boots 2 au

[fullofsunsetwhispers]

It's cute how Chase is constantly gushing to Wuya about Omi even when Omi isn't there. Practically talks her ear off about his tiny apprentice. I love it.

Glad you like it! I think it would be a nice running gag if the show ever got a continuation haha

Actually, I'm currently working on a drawing that would present the idea Chase is gushing about Omi to Wuya even at night, not letting her sleep xDDD

I can't say it would be Wuya/Chase roommate au because tbh it's canon xD I was just curious how they put up with each other under the same roof lol

So, I thought that through and came to the conclusion they manage to get on with each other as long as:

Chase lets Wuya watch her favorite shows without interruption. He isn't allowed to tell her any spoilers. If he did that, Wuya most probably would start throwing pillows at him. He's gotta pay for this, y'know?

Wuya can spend Chase's money on new clothes/gadgets from time to time. However, this is only possible once she did her share of chores. (she hates that but she would do anything for the money and Chase's permission to go out without the concern he would complain about it later)

and last but not least! They have a deal they can talk with each other on ANY TOPIC and the other side is not allowed to say anything that would trigger an argument.

That is, if Wuya wants to talk about the show Chase hates, he would listen to her, make a few comments and that's it. If Wuya wants to show Chase what has she bought (with his money lol) he has to keep his mouth shut and patiently go through a long story about sales, shops, and annoying customers.

But as we know both sides of the deal must keep their promises. In exchange for all these material goods (and the possibility to live in a cool evil lair that is simply a paradise) Wuya has to put up with Chase's monologues about cats (any cats tbh. Their discussion is either about Chase's wild cats, which were born as wild cats and their silly antics or several cat species that Chase has remembered in his long life). Each cat description would take 5 pages long so Wuya feels as if she was attending a lecture lol But some of the stories are indeed interesting so she's not complaining. Well, she CAN'T.

However, Wuya's patience is running out every time she hears the first mention of Omi. This man has no boundaries when there are Omi's adoration hours. He won't let Wuya leave the room until he's done talking about Omi.

'But Chase I would like to take a shower first' -Wuya would beg

But the Prince of darkness knows no mercy. - ' No. You have to sit that through. I'll convince you he's a perfect candidate for an apprentice and I'll present my whole curriculum especially designed for Omi's needs.' - Chase responds

Wuya: I know you like him but please it'll take only 15 minutes. Once I'm done, I'm all ears.

Chase, thinking: ... No, later I'm feeding the kitties. We should have that conversation right now.

Wuya, defeated: (sigh) If you must...

The problem is, Chase has bad timing almost always. He can gush about Omi during breakfast or dinner. He could randomly storm into Wuya's room every time she's busy or 'not prepared for guests', that is when she's in the middle of her beauty treatments.... But Chase is the most irritating when he pays her a visit at 4 am. He disregards the fact he has just woken her up. He has approached a tired witch to make her listen. It's his property anyway so he can enter her room whenever he wants. And he makes sure to take an advantage of that! Chase is not a talkative person, but oh boy. It's so hard to make him change the subject or convince him the world doesn't revolve around him and his desire for illegal adoption lol

All in all, Wuya has to pay a certain price for the possibility of living a high life thanks to Chase. Listening to Chase gushing about Omi is a particular sacrifice she has to make!

[delimeful]

Healer

warnings: feeling trapped, vague experimentation, pain

fifth part of my minecraft au! for this chapter, we jump back to the past! to a first meeting :)

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Patton had been walking for a long, long time.

He wasn’t sure where, or why. When he tried to recall, his thoughts would slip out of reach like sand through his fingers. The world was blurry and indistinct, and no matter how long he wandered in the dark, nothing grew any clearer.

The light burned, and the water drowned, and he walked.

Occasionally, a creature that was different would appear, and he would amble along after it with a single minded focus. He’d never caught whatever it was, despite the frantic urging in the back of his mind. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he did catch one, and that scared him as much as he could be scared, these days.

Perhaps he was right to be scared, because the next time he found one, it threw something at him!

The glass-shatter impact didn’t exactly hurt, but then there was a wetness left behind, and his limbs abruptly felt heavy and slow. The creature easily stayed out of range, but oddly enough, it didn’t leave.

No, it made sound after sound at him, staying close enough to draw him after it for much longer than any other he’d encountered.

And then, quite suddenly, he didn’t have space to walk anymore.

It took him a few moments to understand what had happened. There were cold metal walls around him, trapping him in a cell barely big enough to pace in.

He didn’t like it, the smallness. He didn’t like the way the strange creature came back again and again, close enough to make his mind turn to that strange violent urge. He especially didn’t like the creature’s glass-and-wet creations, and all the feelings that came with them.

… It was new, remembering things long enough to dislike them.

Over time, the creature’s voice became familiar, too. It would often chirp in excitement or groan in frustration. Sometimes, after a glass-and-wet test went wrong, it would come closer than usual and mumble in a way that made Patton’s chest twinge oddly.

The creature was particularly excited today, making those noises nonstop as it flitted about on the other side of the bars. It hummed the little tune that meant it was going to use a glass-and-wet, and Patton was surprised to find that he remembered this one, the way it made his balance go wobbly.

Unlike before, something cold and unfamiliar was pressed against his mouth. At the creature’s insistence, he consumed it, and immediately regretted as a sudden burning spread through him from the inside-out, as though he'd swallowed the sun itself.

Hours or days passed in a slow, roasting agony, and then, finally, it was over.

When Patton came back to consciousness, he was laying down, and everything was dark and numb. Not quite the dark of night, though.

There was a shuffle nearby, and he turned his head to the sound. He couldn't move very much.

“Ah. It seems you’re awake.” A presence settled at his side as he slowly processed the words. “Can you tap your pointer finger twice for me? It is alright if it takes some time.”

It took longer than expected to remember where his hand was, and longer still to force the space where his fingers should be into feeling. The taps ended up being more like small flickers, but there was a sense of accomplishment nonetheless.

“You—!” The presence cut off sharply, a sudden tension in their words. “Please, could you repeat that action? Two taps, no more or less.”

Patton’s brow wrinkled slightly in focus, the motions coming easier.

Tap. Tap.

There was a ragged inhale, their voice suddenly wavering. “How about three taps?”

Exhaustion was pulling at him, but he thought the voice was familiar, and desperate, and so he managed three taps, almost on an even rhythm.

“It worked.” A warm hand gently settled over his. “It worked! I did it, you can— you can hear me. You can understand me.”

There was something distressing about the hitch in their voice, but Patton was settling back into heavy sleep, and he only managed to twitch his hand under theirs before going under once more.

-

There were more tests, every time he woke.

Some of them were easy! He would shuffle his feet, count out taps, figure out which limb gentle pressure was being applied to. Over time, feeling came back to his numb flesh, and movement became more and more frequent.

Some of them were more difficult. He’d lose time trying to form complex sentences, feel consumed by sudden fits of claustrophobia, shy away from the sensation of the sun’s heat. He couldn’t respond to even a single question about his past, and day by day, his memories of his time as… not-so-human faded away as well.

Through it all, the stranger who had introduced himself as Logan was at his side, giving him clear instructions and careful support on every task.

He’d learned a lot about the type of person Logan was, day by day. He talked to himself a lot, sometimes clear and sometimes dipping into a thoughtful mutter. It seemed like he’d been alone for a long time. He’d often make a noise of startlement when Patton responded to his rambling, be it through a tap or a simple hum. He always told Patton what he was doing before he touched him, and explained what he was trying to learn when he ran the tests. He kept odd hours but never let himself sound tired.

Patton knew a lot about Logan, but he still didn’t know what Logan looked like. He’d been wearing the blindfold since he’d first woken up out of the cage, and it was the only restraint-- if a strip of cloth over his eyes could be called that--  to remain after all these days. It was the one thing Logan hadn’t explained.

Physically, Patton felt stronger by the day. Emotionally, he wasn’t sure where he would go or what he would do when the tests stopped being necessary. He trusted Logan, though, and more than that, he wanted to help him, after all that he’d gone through for Patton.

He wasn’t quite sure if that trust went both ways, though. Not yet.

“Logan?” he asked, shuffling his shoulders up the headboard of his bed so that he was closer to sitting upright. He reached up to touch the blindfold. “This... off?”

Across the room, the familiar sound of Logan flipping through a book cut off sharply. There was a long moment of silence.

“At your current level of motor skills, yes, you could,” Logan finally settled on, words carefully measured and even. “However, while you are staying with me, I would prefer it if… if you didn’t.”

“Why?” Patton pressed.

Another pause. “I believe that if you see me, you might become… alarmed. And I have no wish to upset or frighten you, particularly while you’re still recovering.”

“Logan,” Patton said, both concerned and a little exasperated. “Not scary. Want this... off. Help?”

“... Very well.” Logan’s voice went stiff as he moved to sit next to Patton, and when his hands carefully unknotted the blindfold, they were rigid like he was tensing for a blow. His cold demeanor was somewhat undercut by the way he automatically moved his arm to keep the day’s light from blinding Patton.

After a few blinks to adjust, the first thing that came into focus was Logan’s hand, carefully loose at his side, and the white, jagged scar lines that marked it. A witch mark, clear as anything.

The next thing he saw was Logan’s face, jaw set harshly and eyes focused on him as though waiting for the inevitable reaction. He could have hidden the mark away, but he was baring it for the world to see, even though he was sure it would be rejected. His loneliness made a lot more sense, suddenly. Patton felt a fond smile pull at his lips as he reached a shaky hand out in greeting.

“Hi, Logan.” The familiar warmth and gentleness of that hand washed away any lingering doubts about his new, not-entirely-human friend. “Still not... scary.”

Logan’s face flickered through a few strange expressions, and wasn’t that going to be interesting, learning a whole new set of tells for him? When he spoke, there was a strange, distantly familiar tremble to his words. “You may be the only one who thinks so.”

Patton frowned at him, squeezing his friend’s hand a little tighter before a flicker of motion on the windowsill caught his eye. A high pitched noise erupted from him completely involuntarily. “Cat!”

The cat in question, a little creature with sleek black fur, eyed him curiously. Logan cleared his throat, reaching out his free hand. The kitty leapt down and ambled over to butt her head into the hand like they were two magnets. “Ah, yes. This is my familiar. Her name is Glowstone.”

The excitement was too much. Patton had to take a moment to compose himself, words tripping over each other and becoming garbled nonsense. He watched with a grin as Glowstone settled gently in her witch’s lap. “Two!”

“Sorry?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Two friends,” Patton told him, gesturing quite seriously between him and the golden-eyed cat. “A good start.”

Logan shook his head, unable to hide the little amused upturn to his lips. “If you say so.”

He did say so. And if Patton had his way, there’d be many more friends to come.

[batanza]

Here’s a very self-serving Ladybug witch AU I’ve been discussing with a friend, which doubles as an excuse for me to draw everyone in capes. I could go into all the details we’ve discussed, but I am too sleepy to organize it all, and it’s not as if it’s ever going to leave our chat logs, so whatever.

Marinette infuses thread with magic so everything she sews is magical, Nino and Luka’s magic manifests in their music, Nathaniel’s in drawings and so on.

I have no idea how Ladybug and Chat figure into this. I just wanted to draw his kitty ears poking from the hat.

[buttercup-of-kaer-morhen]

Hello yes I am Completely Anonymous ONCE AGAIN and I have a prompt for you! Temporary (perhaps potion or drug induced?) Amnesiac!Geralt being absolutely floored and delighted that Jaskier is his lover. Please and thank you.

Hey completely anon,

I may or may not have gone a little off script for this prompt and really wanted to write more for my dumb magical college AU. Hope you enjoy it anyway. May I present!

Magic and Exams: Amnesia

Main tags: college AU, it’s modern but with magic slapped in, Jaskier and Yenn are besties (Fight me), Lambert/Aiden kinda?, Non human Jaskier,  And they were roommates~, pure fluff, pre relationship, pining… Kinda, unbetaed, we die like Renfri

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It was official! Fate was cruel and destiny hated him. Jaskier had been fine with how life had been going. Classes were good. Friends were great. And, you know, he had finally stepped into a tentative friendship territory with his hot roomie rather than that weird close relationship you develop with your roomie. Things were just grand!-- Ignore the fact that he had a monster crush on said roomie, not important!-- What was important was that Lambert, the ass, suddenly showed up on Jaskier’s free day-- a day he was dedicating to his reading and composing, bouncing around his hobbies as he pleased-- with a semi confused looking Geralt. The witcher had barged into the dorm room towing Geralt along as Aiden brought up the rear. Now, he was going to ignore this intrusion at first but Lamby seemed to have other ideas. He loudly proclaimed to the bewildered white wolf that this was his room and, oh look, his partner. “Go ham bro!” To which, Geralt’s gaze snapped to Jaskier and proceeded to silently stare at the musician in contemplation.

Jaskier, as one would imagine, was stunned as his brain tried to understand what was happening but the dickhead explained no further as he turned to leave. Having none of it, Jaskier quickly stumbled to his feet and bolted for the two retreating figures, almost tripping several times on the shit covering the floor-- he really needed to remember to clean one of these just as Geralt had nagged him to do days ago! He managed to get a hand on the other wolf before he fully got out the door. “Explain. Now.” He demanded, his voice warbling as his eyes darkened slightly. 

��Woah shrimp!Calm your tits, you’re starting to look a little red around the gills-- Seriously though, a little siren is beginning to show.” Lambert tried to make light of the situation-- fish puns again, really Lambert?-- even though his smile gained a touch of nervousness as Jaskier tightened his grip. He held back his claws for the moment but he was this close to having a truly marvelous freak out on the man if he didn’t start giving answers. 

“Calm down angelfish, Lambert’s just being a prick as per usual.” Aiden cut off anything Lambert was going to say. Lambert gasped in betrayal as he gave the third witcher a look that probably tried to convey how much he was wounded, he couldn’t really see though nor did he really care right now. “Situation is, we were having a class trip across campus, something monster related that our proff was gushing the fuck over and insisted we needed to see. Waaaay too excited over it if you ask me but while we were passing a class of freshies in an outdoor charms 101 class, this one chick starts going off at--” Aiden explained but really, it seemed more like he was slowly getting off topic as he spoke. 

“Kitty, Get. To. The. Point.” He insisted slowly punctuating each word, while frowning in annoyance.

“Rude. I am! Anyway, this girl gets into a row with this guy in her class and fires off some kind of spell which was deflected but hilariously it ricocheted right towards us.” That was not hilarious in anyway but rather terrifying but Jaskier refrained from pointing this out. “You know Geralt though, life loves to fuck with him, so he gets hit straight in the back with it and Poof! He can’t remember some shit now. We think he only remembers up to starting college but nothing after.” Aiden finally finishes with a proud smile at having riveted the musician with his tale of adventure but it diminishes slightly in the face of Jaskier’s baffled expression. The half-siren really was quite proud of it, it just conveyed the right amount of Are you fucking idiots or did you just lose your brain on the way over!?

Jaskier took a deep breath and calmed himself before flatly staring both in the eye, his fingers steepled in front of his mouth as he thought of how to respond. “And why, pray tell, did you bring my accidentally spelled roommate to me rather than sending him to infirm?” He asked, deceptively sweet with a razor’s edge to it. 

Lambert scoffed. “He was being fucking annoying--” His words were abruptly cut off by Aiden’s hand roughly smacking over his mouth. 

“What he means is…” Aiden growled, glaring at the wolf to make sure he kept his mouth shut, to which Lambert huffed and flipped him off but otherwise remained silent. “Geralt kept prodding us ‘bout going to see his partner and, well, you were like the only one we could think of since everyone else has someone and this idiot is single like you.” The man punctuated his simplistic logic with a small shrug. 

Jaskier took a deep breath through his nose. “Uh-huh… This is a terrible fucking idea--” Before he could finish what he wanted to say, Lambert suddenly yanked his self free of his grip and threw Aiden over his shoulder.

“Your problem now bard!” He called over his shoulder as he booked it down the hall, cackling like the bastard he was. 

“Oh nonononono! Get the fuck back here!” He called after fruitlessly. They were already long gone. 

Jaskier sighed as he turned and closed the door to their room. Geralt seemed to have ignored and blocked out the whole exchange. Whether out of courtesy for Jaskier privacy or in favor of refamiliarizing himself with their space, he’d never know nor did he really care. When he finally turned his gaze back onto Jaskier, he just stared while scowling intensely in thought. It was rather insulting if Jaskier was being frank. With a roll of the eyes, the musician realized he’d just have to roll with whatever the idiots told Geralt about their “relationship” but wanted to head off the coming disappointment from the witcher. Jaskier was obviously not what he had been expecting, especially since normally the man barely tolerated him much less ever tried to invite him out, but it would sting less if he were the one to address it rather than the larger man stating it. At least that’s what he told himself. “Ok, alright. I know I’m not what you were expecting and rather disappointing compared to some of your past dalliances but please, let’s just get you to infirm. Once you have  your head back on right, everything will make more sense about the whole us thing and we can just forget about this whole embarrass--”

“You’re so handsome…” Geralt’s awed words cut Jaskier’s rambling off at the knees and had him blinking in surprise. “Or cute. No, both… How do you manage to be both?!” Geralt’s marveling had Jaskier at a loss for words. The witcher had never once complimented him in all the time they had lived together. Barbed jabs? Yes. Playful teasing? Very Often. Statements of facts? Definitely. But actual full on compliments? Nope! No, never happened. Was this how he actually saw the musician or was this some hokey hocus pocus side effect?! Or the man was dying as they spoke and was out of his mind. Either way Jaskier snapped his mouth closed, no it had not been hanging open thank you very much, and tried to get his brain to work again. 

“Wai-What?” Smooth Jaskier. His flabbergasted tone and excessive blinking seemed to not queue in Geralt however. 

“Man, I really lucked out. How’d I get a catch like you to even look my way? Wish I could remember how…” The normally stoic individual whistled long and low as he gave Jaskier a once over. A once over! Like Jaskier was a hottie from a club-- or however Ren said it-- instead of some music nerd overloaded with college minors! Jaskier was so astonished and caught off guard that he bagan sputtering incoherently, much to the Witcher’s amusement apparently if the wolfish grin was anything to go by. He was shocked and scandalized! Delighted but absolutely shocked! He had never witnessed this side of his roommate. Instead of addressing whatever was happening here, Jaskier stumbled over to his phone on the bed and quickly dialed Yennefer. 

It rang twice before he heard the familiar click of her answering and began nearly shouting before she could give her usual passive aggressive hello. “Yenn! I need help--”

“Whoa, calm the fuck down Jask, what the hell happened?!” Her worried demands cut him off. It was rather heartwarming to know his best friend sounded ready to draw blood for him. He could coo and awe about that later though!

“I’m fine but Geralt got hit with some hoodoo amnesia magic but I think it’s really just killing him! He’s acting delusional Yenn! He called me cute-- Stop laughing! This is serious!” He attempted to explain what was going on but his witch cut him off with her hysterical laughing on the other end of the line. Rude, by the way. This was a very serious matter.

“Sorry Dandy, you just, whew, gave me the best pick me up, I could have asked for. You really got me.” Yenn attempted to speak after most of it calmed down but a few giggles still managed to slip out. 

“Yenn… I’m serious. He actually doesn--” He was cut off yet again. People really needed to cut that shit out. 

“Lemme guess, Lambert is somehow involved?” She questioned, finally taking him a little more seriously, and he could practically hear her eye roll at the mischief maker’s name. 

“Yes…” He confirmed slowly as his eye wandered to Geralt again as his panic died down slightly. The white haired man looked very confused as Jaskier tried to smile reassuringly but it probably came off as unsure at best. 

The larger man came closer and placed warm large hands on his biceps as he looked intently into Jaskier’s eyes. “I mean it… I’m sorry if I never told you, I guess I was a pretty shitty boyfriend if I never told you how wonderful and caring you seem to be.” The other man apologized, as he looked away in shame. The words had the musician’s heart going wild as Yenn continued to talk in his ear. He really couldn’t hear her over his heart beating in his ears but it sounded like a demand to get Geralt to the infirmary. 

To which Jaskier answered, “That’s nice dear. I think I have to go to infirm now because I believe my heart is about to give out.” His voice was sighed out in shock as he hung up on Yenn’s sudden worried screeching.  Geralt on the other hand suddenly looked panicked and rather worried. 

“What?” He questioned as he started to look over his “boyfriend”. “Don’t worry Jask, I’ll get you there. Just hang on.” Geralt tried to reassure him, his voice was handsome with how rough and rumbling it suddenly was, as he scooped the smaller man up into his arms like a bride. No, Jaskier did not swoon he’ll have you know! The wolf then booked it out of the room. “Damn it! I wish Roach were here…” He muttered in a growl and Jaskier thanked the heavens that the man did not remember his horse-- cat? Was in their room sleeping. There would be plenty of rumors after this but it especially would have gone down in infamy if the Witcher had rode like the wind across campus on horseback again. Jaskier couldn’t do much at that point except lay back, accept his fate, and enjoy the other’s cooing, about taking care of his boyfriend or how good Jaskier was, while it lasted. But hey, at least he’d finally get Geralt to infirm.

[milknette]

day o1 - witch au

somehow i’ve fallen, under your spell.

tumblr month: @marichatmay​ links: ao3 | ff.net

“You broke your armor… again!?”

The black iron-clad hero at least had the courtesy to look sheepish, scratching his head, as the enchanted seamstress glared at him; needle and scissors held in what seemed to be a threatening position. Surprisingly, Marinette had little to no qualms about berating him: something that most wouldn’t dare do, given that her customer was infamous throughout their whole kingdom: the Hero of Destruction, Chat Noir.

To her, though, he was the ever-so-annoying customer who showed up at her shop every week, asking (read: begging) her to make him a new suit of armor, because his had been destroyed in his party’s most recent quest.

This had to be… the twenty-five-thousand-nine-hundred-and-thirteenth time since he had showed up with a new request? (She wished she was joking; really, she did— but it seemed that the boy, true to his title, had a penchant for destruction: not just the villain, apparently, but public property and his own belongings as well).

“Come on, Marinette!” Chat whined, following her as she disappeared into the back room. “Please, you’re not just going to leave me out there defenseless, right?”

The hero pouted as the witch only rolled her eyes, offhandedly waving her hand as a pile of fabric and thread flew over to sit themselves neatly next to her sewing machine. “You can just ask someone else to make it for you! There are plenty of other seamstresses out there.”

“Sure,” he responded, “but you make the best armor in the kingdom! Everyone knows that,” Chat Noir continued, a grin forming as he saw the girl look up from the corner of his eye. “Marinette’s is supurrior.”

As he talked, the hero walked over to her, taking a ball of yarn from the air, bouncing it between his hands.

Marinette only sighed in slight exasperation, snapping her fingers as the yarn flew right back into her hand. “You mean, it was superior.” She pointed out, walking over to him to point an accusatory jab at his chest. “I had a 100% success rate for unbreakable armor until you came along!”

Chat Noir laughed, raising his hand in joking surrender. “Hey! That’s because most of your customers don’t go into life-or-death situations daily!”

“Really?” Marinette asked, eyebrows raised. “I make Ladybug’s outfit too, you know,” she stated, staring up at him (he was a good few inches taller than her; something that the witch heavily disliked). “And she’s to ask me for a new outfit yet. Maybe a few alterations here and there; but nothing major.”

Marinette pressed her lips together, then pointed at the pile of charred armor (though it was more… 10% armor and 90% burnt ash). “This mess, on the other hand; I can’t salvage anything! I’d have to start from the beginning!”

“That’s because Ladybug is a witch of creation!” Chat stated defensively, then pointed at himself. “I’m a warlock of destruction; it’s part and parcel with my hero identity! Ladybug knows that, and she understands.”

“Sure she does.” Marinette only responded, recalling in her mind just how many times ‘Ladybug’ had told him to be careful with his armor.

Oh, if only he knew.

“Anyway, I’m fully booked for the week!” She continued, gesturing at the overflowing pile of fabric and metal plates threatening to topple and fall over at any minute. “There are plenty of other seamstresses and armorers who would love to create clothing for a hero as renown as you.”

“But none of them are you.”

Now that’s not fair.

Chat Noir took that opportunity to step closer (much more than they already were), as he looked down at her; eyes a vivid green that seemed to draw the smaller girl in.

“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” He whispered, moving closer as Marinette found herself backed up against the desk of her sewing machine; his hands on either side of her waist.

She only looked at him, face lit up in a sort of challenge. “Fine. I guess I can bump you up… but it will cost quite a bit.” Marinette smiled, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Know how to pay me, kitty?”

Chat Noir grinned. “I can think of a few ways.”

He didn’t need another moment; another snarky response, before capturing her lips in his with a searing kiss: hands snaking around her waist, as hers found their way to his chest.

Marinette loved the feeling. Reveled in it.

Kissing Chat Noir was a lot more magical than any spell or incantation she could conjure up with her powers.

So they stay like that for a while, entwined, before the sudden sound of an ahem! force them to part.

“If you’re all done with… that; Chat, we need to go. There’s rumors that Hawkmoth was seen in the castle.” A familiar blonde heroine interrupted matter-of-factly, seeming to have no regrets at disrupting their moment, before walking back out the door.

Once she left, Marinette only glanced upward, hands still on his chest, mouth still out of breath (much like her partner), and face flushed as if she had just gone through an extensive workout. Smiling innocently, the witch suddenly pushed him back, allowing for some space between them.

“Guess you need to leave then, huh?”

Chat Noir smirked, taking in her disheveled appearance. “Are you sure you’re okay with that, though?”

“Please,” Marinette responded. “You should see how you look.”

The hero laughed, then walked back to her, bowing down to kiss her hand. “Well, whatever the case; thanks for a lovely time.” He looked up. “I hope that’s enough payment?”

Marinette grinned. “I’ll have your armor ready by next week. Think you can hold until then, kitty?”

“For you, milady, of course. Can’t have you meowsing me for too long.” He winked.

She rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

Then, before the door closed, he was sure he could hear it:

“Come back soon.”

[histoireettralala]

Hi! Here’s part 2 of the Blair Witch Project AU :)

You can find Part 1  here.

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The drive to the trailhead Davout has marked on their map is short, and they step out of the car in great spirits. The weather is perfect, they have everything they could need for the hike, and the landscape is a pleasure to the eye.

Murat is already heading toward the woods, a spring in his step and a beaming smile on his face, while Lannes chooses his camera settings and Ney unfolds the map.

"Come back", Ney calls  - of course they already need him to herd them, he tiredly muses.

They both turn to him with questioning faces.

Ney gestures to the map.

"Let's plan our journey for today, guys, " he points to the x he had written on his professional hiking map, based on Davout's hand drawn map (you could trust the man to be precise to a fault). "We can probably reach our end goal in four days, see ? Following the river ..."

"Yeah, fine, great," Murat interjects, barely keeping himself from rolling his eyes, " we don't need that.

- How hard can it be ?" Lannes adds. "Davout obviously wasn't looking for it and yet he found it. And you know how he is.

- Meticulous, " Ney grumbles under his breath, "unlike you two.

- No frills, to the point, " Lannes corrects. "Can you see him aimlessly wandering in the woods just for the fun of it ?"

(Actually, Ney can. He had heard from Aglaé how some ladies of her social circle had been surprised to find the notoriously grim man on his knees in his garden, hands in the soil, digging for weeds, or patiently drawing small birds out of the bushes... But he knows this information wouldn't change his companions' minds. Lannes genuinely doesn't care, and Murat "doesn't believe in maps anyway", whatever that means.)

Ney sighs.

"What do you propose ? Shall we just take off and hope for the best?"

The sarcasm is lost on them.

"Sure, " Lannes says, tilting his head toward the entrance of the trail.

Murat is off again, singing about horses, women, and those who get to ride them - for the love of God - and Lannes soon follows him, leaving Ney to sigh once more for good measure as he refolds his poor disdained map, and sets off after the dramatic duo.

As they enthusiastically romp between the trees, Lannes gleefully joining his voice to Murat's, Ney valiantly tries to squash his inevitable feeling of doom.

A handful of hours later they reach a peaceful creek (the one Ney has earmarked while preparing that journey, noting down every thing he could think of, trying to prevent everything that could go wrong, undoubtedly overcompensating for Murat and Lannes' carelessness) where they settle for lunch.

Murat dutifully texts Caroline while Lannes, camera in hand, explores their surroundings, wondering sotto voce about their end goal - what are we going to find, he says, and whatever had Davout run away like that can only be something major, what do you think it is ? - playing up their adventure to his imaginary audience.

Ney, leaning his back on a rock, closes his eyes and relaxes, enjoying the birds' trills and the sounds of the wind in the trees. It is a beautiful place, really, and so far ... He mentally crosses his fingers.

Next thing he knows is a cheery voice saying "... and here we can spot the famously shy Ney in the wild, chilling, why yes it's been known to happen" and he blinks to see Lannes' camera closing up on his face. Lannes hastily steps back to avoid Ney's hand swatting at the precious object (teasing Ney is always fun, but they need the camera to have proof of their findings).

Ney stands up, grumbling; he can't believe he let his guard down around those two.

"Enough dallying, " he snaps.

The afternoon hours fly by.

Murat and Lannes are exchanging theories about "the Mysterious Shack". Lannes, for some reason, is hooked on ghosts and elaborates a wild and poignant murder story. Murat's "explanations" flit around cursed gold, ancient local gods whose sacred place has been disturbed, and cryptids. The sun is going down when finally they both stop fantasizing aloud, and Lannes looks at him expectantly.

"So, what do you think ?"

I don't care and neither should you.

He grumbles and shakes his head.

"I think we should set camp and shut up, least we attract vengeful gods and their zombie armies, " he snarls.

"Aww, grumpy kitty."

It takes all of Ney's resilience (and his healthy respect for Caroline's abilities) to just ignore the idiot and not  deck him.

When they're all fed, watered, and tucked in their sleeping bags, Lannes and Murat fall asleep almost instantly. Ney ponders on life, friendship, and karma.

He's got a bad feeling about this.

He must have fallen asleep in spite of Lannes and Murat's snoring (really ? a pair of chainsaws) because the next thing he is aware of is the smell of coffee and the sounds of birds singing their little hearts out.

The bad feeling hasn't gone away during the night. Ney sighs. Hello, anxiety, my old friend...

Then the vague foreboding turns into dread.

Hell no. No no no.

He can't find the map.

**

[kurtty-drabbles]

Postwoman au (Part 8)

N/A: Kitty meets  Chernobog. He is smitten by her. Kitty is being loyal to himself without knowing.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @tieflingteeth @muninandhugin

The city is fulled of people carrying offerings-it looks like offerings. No one seems to be carrying flowers and painting their door for just aesthetic reasons- and Kitty is carefully watching the moves. Mingling among the crows is easy, no one seems to mind how Kitty has no flowers.

She has, however, a traditional braid. So traditional many other ladies are spotting the same style. Kitty is so easily blending among everyone else. No one is minding the new welcomer.

"Come on, the midnight is coming" Kitty caught one of them speaking in a hushed tone. "We must paint the doors now. Come on" they said and ignore Kitty strolling among the streets.

"The midnight is coming...oh no, I think he´ll be worse than last year" one of them replies.

Kitty is not aware of what they´re saying. She´s, however, noticing some of the draws crafted at the doors.

"My boss has one of them..." mutters softly. Her gaze can be intrusive if you´re the owner of the said door who gave a mean stare at her.

"Beat it, lady...I can´t house another one..." his grimace shifts slightly. "You´d have a place to stay, right? Midnight is approaching and he shows no mercy"

Kitty blinks and tilted her head. Should she show how she has no idea what he´s talking about or go with the flow?

"Of course, I´m just doing an errand...he´ll be worse than last year?" Thanks for Kitty for listening to some gossips. She has a small idea of what she´s dealing with.

Or so she hopes.

The man let his door wide open as his wife-or so she thinks, the woman is putting her hand over his shoulder in an intimate way- have the word. "Oh, this year he´ll be worse...his wife dishonor him...fool, and Chernobog is not in a good mood." she shakes her head. "He made a poor decision. I was rooting for that Romani woman, see. She wouldn´t have done such foolish thing and ...we, mortals, wouldn´t have to deal with the outcome"

Chernobog? Kurt mentioned him...

I promise to you, Kurt, I´ll be away from him and I´ll fulfill my promise.

"Thank you, and even don´t worry. I´ll not stay here to see this festival" Kitty promised. "I just need to catch one little thing and I´ll be out of everyone´s hair"

The woman and the husband look at each other confused. 

"What hair has to do with anything? Miss, are you healthy in mind?"

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The Slavic culture is not something Kitty can say she knows so intimately. Sure, some animes drop some names here and there and the same can be said to games, but nothing that could be helpful here.

Chronos for his part is just like games depicted him. The man even lives in a library. Oh, and to be lost in this library would be a dream. "Is this Alexandria's library?" Kitty dares to ask taking the shelves, the art, including the books in all their glorious details.

Chortle as she repeats the question to herself. Chronos takes his time-pun intended as he controls time or is he time itself- to answer Kitty´s answer.

"Not quite, the real one is fantastic as you can only imagine...but I saved some copies" winks conspiratory at her. The old sage man comes closer. "And what a lovely thing as you are doing in this library today of all days?"

Is that a pun?

"I´m looking for magic rocks..." Kitty confessed as she´s not lying and is all she is looking for.

No reason to lie to a God...so soon.

"Oh, right...is your time to pick those rocks...tell me, where you live there´s no more?" a conversational tone is used. Pleasantries can do wonder. 

"Yes, pretty much" Kitty is not lying. Kitty is not telling the truth either. The devil is in the details.

The man has a contemplative look on his face. Stroking his beard for a minute almost makes him like Gandalf. Almost.

"Then you´re not a real witch!" stops his acts. "A real witch would know to not make any ritual tonight...so, is not about where, but when you come from...the stones are out of their time already?"

"Kinda"  Kitty shurgs. "Do witches have a different smell or something?"

"That´s a timeless question, isn´t it?"

"Do you like doing puns?"

"Eternally!"

Kitty scoffs. You can scoff and still be polite to a God of time. Kitty can teach this lesson to anyone who wants to learn.

"Can I take the stones or am I forbidden?" Kitty dares to make this question.

Chronos just shrugs. "I control time, lady if you travel through time to pick magical stones...be my guess...just be careful with him...the older God loves a pretty thing, and you´re far too lovely to go unnoticed by him"

Kitty has the mind to not blush.

"My boss talked about Chernobog. I promise to you I´ll be extra careful"

"Krampus? That´s his name...in the future?! Interesting"

"His name is Kurt" Kitty confessed grinning. His name is easy on her tongue. Or does he have a Germanic name? "Krampus will work after midnight?"

Chrono smiles in a fatherly way.

"Careful, Krampus doesn´t exist in this time...yet" and winks at her as he points to the hill. "The stones are there...are you fated to do this task might as well do right. On your time, of course"

"How many puns can you do?"

"Eternally, my dear"

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The hill is not exactly high. The task is not exactly complex. The moonlight is shining, shimmering even and all Kitty has to do is to rock that glow as well. It´s too easy, in fact, is too easy that Kitty must have jinxed somehow. "So...why I thought this would be easy? Silly me, I should have expected ghosts and ...whatever the hell that was" she looks up to see the skeleton creature flying away from her.

She has 5 rocks in her pocket. All glowing in the primordial colors and Kitty sighs as she is ready to conclude the mission. "If he wants more..." she stops talking as her eyes widen to the hill, or so she thought, starts to move.

A dark chuckle is heard and Kitty sees golden eyes. 

The eyes are so similar to Kurt and for some illogical reason, to illogical to go completely unnoticed to Kitty.

The woman is not terrified as she should be.

The creature senses. The creature is intrigued.

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Kurt, in his present time, is pacing back and forth. Looking right and left. Until his good friend, Nicholas aka Saint Claus snaps Kurt from his little world with a forcefully pat on his shoulder.

"Kurt, you´re making me nauseous going back and forth" Saint Claus jokes.

Kurt is not smiling.

"Let me ask you this. Why you never told Kitty who you were in the past?"

"I...don´t know" and his golden eyes widen as his face fell. "Oh no...she meet me...in the worst way"

[spiritvinex]

marichat may day 1

heyy peoples here’s my spin on day 1 of marichat may: witch au!

so i made my own twist on this, and now marinette isn't the witch, it's chat and i hope you all like it! i really channeled ursula to help me write chat noir. there are some quotes from her in here. also i really hope you like it cause i worked really hard and i will try to get tomorrows prompt up ASAP!!

@marichatmay

read it on ao3!

Cloak dragging behind her, Marinette scurried through the woods, trying her best to never look back. The dark woods seemed to close in on her and whisper to each other as she stared straight ahead. She pulled her robes closer together and glanced around nervously.

She hadn’t wanted to do this, but this was the last resort for her family. Her parent’s business was crumbling and her mother was sick. Her father was completely overworking himself to continue to provide food and medication for his wife. She could see it in his eyes at the end of the day when he came up from the bakery, the tiredness, the stress. She hated seeing both of her parents in such a state. She wanted to do everything she could to help, but with her school work, and taking care of her mother made it hard to help in the bakery.

Marinette shook her head, pushing the stressful thoughts away. She pulled the map out of her bag and looked for the landmark that was the Dark Woods. The map had already helped her find the right path, but she felt as though she was going the wrong way. As she walked along, she couldn’t help but feel as if she was being followed. These woods were known to be filled with fantastical creatures; no one in the right state of mind would enter these woods.

Even though there hadn’t been any sightings in decades, it was known throughout her village that these woods were infested with all types of witches with all types of magic. There was only one witch she was looking for and with her luck, it just happened to be the most feared. Chat Noire. The witch who had the power to curse anyone who crossed her path with bad luck. But she was the only witch with enough power to cure her mother and give her father strength through these hard times. That was worth being cursed for eternity.

She rolled up the map after assuring herself that she was going the right way but froze when she heard something moving in a bush. She stood up straight, terrified, but ready to stand her ground. With a whimper, Marinette walked towards the rustling bush, preparing to strike at the creature causing the disruption. She reached towards the bush, but stumbled backwards onto the floor as something small and black came bounding out of it.

She tightly shut her eyes, expecting to be hit, but when she felt nothing she slowly opened her eyes. She looked around and didn’t see any evidence that there was anything that bounded out of the bush. She stood up and brushed off her cloak, curious to know what she thought she saw.

But the very next moment she squealed as she felt something small push at her ankle. She jumped but then found herself looking into the green eyes of an adorable black cat.

With wide eyes she knelt down. “What are you doing here, kitty?”

The cat merely blinked slowly at her and rubbed his head on her hand. She giggled and obliged, petting the cat and listening to his purrs. “I don’t think this is a very nice place for a cute little kitty to be roaming around, huh?” She pulled out her map and set it on the floor. Pointing at her destination she jokingly asked, “Do you think you could take me here?”

The cat’s head looked down on the paper, eyes narrowed. He put his paw on the paper and looked up at her. Then turned away walking right back into the woods.

Marinette frowned. That was strange. She picked up her things to continue on her journey when the cat suddenly appeared again, meowing insistently.

It was as if the cat wanted her to follow him. The map showed nothing about going through the woods, but what if the little cat somehow knew where she needed to go?

She looked warily at the cat. “Now, I hope you aren’t trying to trick me.”

He simply meowed again.

Marinette sighed and shook her head. This could rather be a good decision or a fatal one. She had no idea what could be in those woods, but she wasn’t exactly sure how reliable the map she had was.

She rolled her eyes. She didn’t really have any other choices, and no matter how strange this was, she didn’t have many other leads.

The cat turned around, and she shouldered her bag and stepped into the vast darkness.

owo

Now this didn’t happen very often. In fact, it hadn’t happened in years. He was out taking a stroll near the path that led to the villages beyond the wood. The plants placed along that path provided the necessary ingredients for his medicines.

He was surprised when instead of silent wanderings, he came across a girl! He hadn’t seen a villager since he was a child. And even that was from a far.

He watched her timidly walk down the path and smirked (as good of a smirk he could manage as a cat). He jumped into the bush ready to scare the girl, but managed to draw her attention from the racket. He silently cursed as the girl started making her way towards his revealed hiding spot.

He was surprised she had the confidence to face what was an unknown creature to her. Watching her stretched out hand, he leapt out of the bush and zoomed away and she fell backwards.

He walked over while she was still unaware of him, and pushed his head across her ankle. The satisfaction of her yelp would’ve made him cackle if he was in his human form.

When he saw her face, he was mildly surprised at what a beautiful face she had. He shook his head and prompted her to pet him. He watched as she pulled out a crumpled paper and lay in on the floor in front of him. She pointed to a familiar black house and asked if he knew where it was. She was looking for his house? Didn’t the villagers think him dangerous?

He wondered what possible reason she had for coming into the Dark Woods, as every villager had avoided it since the trials. It couldn’t hurt to lead her there, right? This path was only going to lead her to trouble. That, and his curiosity was getting the best of him.

He turned back toward the woods and promptly walked away from her. He turned and waited, seeing if she would follow. When it was clear that she was hesitant he walked back out into the shaded path and meowed loudly.

The pretty girl frowned at him. “Now I hope you aren’t trying to trick me.”

He meowed as a response, gauging her reaction. He turned away again and was surprised to eventually hear her footsteps behind him.

He took her on the fastest route to his cottage. He could tell she was weary of the sounds and rustles that came from around. She was quite brave to even be here, with all of the stories that were associated with the Dark Woods.

When they reached his home, he turned to look at her and watched her face warp into surprise.

“Well, aren’t you a smart kitty,” she said, moving to pet behind his ear. He leaned into her hand, but then she started to move towards the door. He jumped and ran around to the back of the cottage. He morphed back into his human form and beckoned his kwami into his pocket.

“You know this is a really bad idea, right, Adrien?” Plagg glared. Adrien shushed him and told him to hide. His head snapped up as he heard her timid knock at the door. He hadn’t had any visitors in years, as everyone had become afraid of the unfortunate Cat Noir.

He pulled the best booming voice he could summon and asked, “Who goes there?”

He saw her jump through the dark window. “O-oh, I apologize for the inconvenience, but my name is Marinette, and I came here for your help.”

She needed his help? A witch? He cracked open his door, trying to make himself look menacing. “And why would I help you, girl?”

She squinted at the outline of his figure before remembering that he was waiting for her reply. “Right! Sorry!” She looked sheepish. “Back in the village, there were always people talking about the witch, Chat Noire, and how powerful she was. I was hoping you would help me with-”

“Wait. What?” He pulled open the door and stepped over the threshold. “What do you mean ‘she?’”

She gaped up at Adrien, clearly dumbfounded. “You… Wi… I thought witches were girls!”

He glared down at her. Seethingly, he asked, “Have you ever met a witch?”

A blush spread on her cheeks. She shook her head, and shyly stared down at her feet. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to offend. Please, I just needed help, you’re my last hope.”

His gaze finally shifted from the girl, Marinette. “Don’t you know what they say about me? I bring bad luck onto anyone who comes my way. Why would you risk that?”

Her head shot up, suddenly looking afraid. “Is it true? Are you going to curse me in return for your help?”

“I guess that’s what I do. It’s what I live for.” He snorted. “Come in. I will do my best to help you.” He swiftly turned around and marched back inside. Not surprised this time to hear her footsteps and the closing of the door.

owo

He led her to his chamber where he concocted his medicines. He gestured to a chair ridden with dust and cobwebs. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her discreetly brush off the dust and sit down. He started a fire under his cauldron in the center of the room, under his open skylight.

Ready and filled with water, he stirred slowly. “So, what does the pretty village girl expect of the great Chat Noir?”

She stiffened and right back came her blush. “Right,” she said softly, “my mother is sick. We aren’t a very wealthy family, and the medicines that she needs are very much out of our price range. My father works day and night to help her and work for food and her medicines. But…” she winced, “he hasn’t been doing very well. It completely exhausts him and I’ve tried to help but it isn’t enough!” She sniffled. “I just thought you could whip up a magic potion or something…”

He turned to look at her. “First of all, I make medicines, not potions. And, let me get this straight. You want help from an unfortunate witch to help a poor soul like yourself?”

She frowned. “Well, I hadn’t thought of it in that way, but yes! Even if it means I’ll be miserable for the rest of my life, it’s worth it to help my parents!” she said confidently.

It was strange how willing she was to sacrifice herself. It didn’t sound like her parents knew about her little adventure. He didn’t know any villager to be so generous and selfless.

He drew himself away from the cauldron and began gathering the right contents for his medicine. In silence, he began to throw them in accordingly, stirring when necessary, until the liquid turned a light pink shade.

He went to fetch a bottle and poured a great amount into it. As he sealed it, he approached her. “Here. This will cure your mother from any common sickness that could have taken over her body and give enough strength to help your father.”

She reached out to grab it, but hesitated. “Thank you, but…”

“What is it?”

“Aren’t you going to give me an eternity of bad luck?”

He chuckled and stepped back. “No, but now that you mention it I think I do want something in return.” He could basically hear Plagg chastising him in his head. He set the elixir down and leaned towards her. “Hmm… what could you give me?”

She stammered. “I-I don’t have anything on me! If you need money I can get you money!”

“Oh, no. I think I know. In return for my good deed, you can give me a simple, precious kiss.”

Wow, if she wasn’t blushing before, she sure was now. “A kiss?!W-Why?”

“You got it, little lady. If you can’t pay the price, I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you and your parents.”

He could see the gears turning in her head. He turned to hide his smirk.

He heard her clear her throat. “Fine. If it is a kiss that you want, then it is a kiss you will get.”

He spun around, a light blush heating his face. “W-wait, re-”

She leaned up on her tiptoes and pushed her lips onto his. It was quick, her lips were off of his within seconds. Dumbfounded, he gaped at her.

She stepped away. “There.” He handed her the elixir and also handed her a new map. “Th-Thank you.”

Then, Marinette marched out of the cottage. He watched her from the window, her figure disappearing into the dark gloom.

owo

Marinette was horrified.

Chat Noir turned out nothing like what she expected. She thought that she would walk out of that cottage, ready to face her miserable life, but then he let her go for just a kiss?

The moment he stepped out of his cottage, she noticed his bright green eyes, and fair skin, and chiseled jaw. His blond hair slightly fell over his eyes and just, wow.

And the fact that he wanted a kiss! From her! Marinette, the simple village girl! Why would a powerful witch want that from her? This was so confusing…

When she had finally made it back onto the path, she remembered her parents. They were probably worried about her. With the vial safely in her bag, she broke out into a run.

When she made it back to the village, Marinette burst through the bakery doors. “Papa! I’m back!”

“Marinette! What happened? Why are you all scratched up?”

She stopped and looked at her hands. They were scratches everywhere. She shook her head. “I have the medicine for Maman! Come on, let’s go!”

They ran up the stairs to her mother’s room. Her mother was sleeping peacefully until Marinette sat on the chair beside her bed.

“Here, Maman, I have medicine for you.”

Her mother stirred, then weakly pushed herself into a sitting position. She took the vial from her daughter and after a sniff, she took a long drink.

Marinette stared, terrified to whether it would work or not. Suddenly she saw the color rush back into her mother’s face. Her weak body now filled with strength.

Marinette blubbered, relief flooding through her as she and her father hugged her mother.

She whispered through her tears: “Thank you, Chat Noir.”

owo

Days later, Sabine was working in the bakery again, looking better than ever. Her father was feeling better, with his wife helping him again, and the stress of her sickness no longer looming over him.

Marinette made her way into the room and was surprised to see her mother cut her off, and thrust a basket into her hands. “Maman! What’s this for?”

“Why, for Chat Noir, of course! I wanted to thank him for helping us!”

Marinette paled. “Y-You want me to take this to him? B-but I-”

“Now, Marinette, no need for that. Off you go, be back before dark.” Her mother smiled sweetly. Slowly, Marinette made her way outside, her mind racing at the thought of seeing him again.

Back in the bakery, she missed the fist bump her parents shared.

[majingojira]

Marvel Pro-Wrestling AU - A Brief History

Because I overthink things!  Regularly!

The Golden Age

The Atlas Territory.  The big draws back in this were The Human Torch, Namor, and Captain America. 

Cap had a Tag-Team championship run with Bucky Barnes, who later went on to form the first “Junior” belt title with his Kid Commandoes (Toro, Golden Girl, and the Human Top).  Most of the heels in that era were ‘evil foreigners’ of some sort.  

And the women’s scene was rather underwhelming overall, with the only standouts being Namora, Miss America, and the original Black Widow.  

The Atomic Age

Monster gimmicks that could be thrown off easily were the rage as the Atlas territory struggled.  Yellow Claw and Jimmy Woo premiered as Bucky took time off to go to college, and Cap took time off soon after. 

The Silver Age

The Atlas Territory changes hands owners wise and becomes “The Marvelous World of Wrestling” for a televised audience.  The era is noted for all the new future champions and main-eventers it produced, but the dominant force at the time was the Fantastic Four. 

Reed Richards used his flexibility and scientific approach to the sport to out-wrestle and draw submissions from his opponents. 

The high-flying Johnny Storm teamed up with the massive hoss Ben Grimm to have a massive hold over the Tag Team championships. 

And Susan Storm/Richards held onto the Women’s belt for a good long while.  She had some decent competition for it too (Janet van Dyne, Natasha Romanoff, Medusa, Crystal, Scarlet Witch, Jean Grey).  

Other big names hit the ring in this time period too.  The Iron Man, Thor, Ant-Man, Wasp, and Black Panther.  

But the big game changer was Spider-Man, who basically helped create a “Cruiser Weight” division.  Daredevil and Johnny Storm gave Spider-Man good runs for the title alongside dozens of classic heels.  

The X-Men also debuted, but as low to mid-carders by and large. 

Bronze Age

Marvelous World of Wrestling changes its name to Marvel Championship Wrestling (or MCW) expands its shows and opens new ones.  Primarily, Spider-Man.  His popularity as a champion and his propping up of many other high flyers like Daredevil who also achieved big success lead to a “Street” Show dubbed lighter guys could do high flying maneuvers without worrying too much about Hosses crushing them.  “MCW New York Streets.” 

This is also when the X-Men began to take center stage, to the point where they also got their own show.  

All three shows had “Monster” wrestlers such as The Man-Wolf, Werewolf by Night, Ghost Rider, and Dracula.  

Dark Age

Daredevil has a long championship run and an epic feud with ‘owner’ Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin. 

The Junior Belt returns, as the New Mutants, Cloak & Dagger, and even the ‘joke’ team of Power Pack.  The longest-running champion at this time with the belt was Kitty Pryde. 

Eventually, the Junior Belt got its own show, “MCW Young Warriors” which soon saw the debut of a stable called “The New Warriors.”

The Extreme Age

The dawn of “Extreme” rules matches, to which Wolverine, Cable, Deadpool, and their ilk hit with aplomb. 

Generation X debuted in the Marvelous Young Warriors, but aside from that, there’s effectively a Brand Split between the X-Men line and the other Marvelous Wrestlers.  

The shows at this point are MCW Mutant Mania (their mains how), MCW’s Street-Fights (Spider-Man’s crew), then the main “MCW’s Fantastic Avengers,” and “MCWs New Warriors.”

Spider-Man has a LOT of imitators, and in their Lucha-style, there’s several Mask-vs-Mask matches that ... well, got complicated. 

But the Extreme booking backfires and almost leads to bankruptcy for the company.  

The Cinematic Age

Recovery from bankruptcy didn’t happen overnight, but they pulled themselves back together around the X-Men and Avengers, the latter becoming their top program and forcing a full brand split later down the line which has only recently been healed.  The split was so hard, that the “Mutant” Side got its own “New Mutants” show for its developing talent.  

And a lot of the talent in this age shows promise... It started with the New X-Men show, and then the Runaways and Young Avengers on the Avengers side of things.  They grew and held a few titles, eventually spawning its own tag division.  And as more and more young women joined, gender splits between the title belts were emphasized.  

And then Kamala Khan showed up and in her wake came even more top-tier talent.  

But that’s an outline for another time...

[secondchancesfic]

Second Chances

Superhero!AU

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairings: Parental Analogical

Tags/Warnings: dead animals, mentions of abuse, mild anxiety.

Words: 2011

**Note: Ok this is the start of a fic I’ve been thinking since like 2 days ago (today is 2019-07-16) and I already have plots and possible arcs. Its not complete, so bare with me, ‘cause I will try my mightiest to do the chapters and updates. Might do art too **

PROLOGUE

Summary: Ever since Virgil got to the orphanage he has been such a sweet and nice kid, but sometimes really weird things happen around him.

It was raining.

The sound of dark clouds clashing broke the peaceful silence, bright flashes of light illuminated the room. Some toys were scatter in the floor. Darkness. Lighting, the bed had some thin blankets and a bunny plushie. Darkness. Light illuminated the child’s eyes. What a beautiful yet strange coloration he had, deep blue with purple stripes that wouldn’t be notice from afar. He was watching the stormy night through the window; it sure was pouring like crazy. The small kid didn’t mind, he found it rather calming; it can’t be said the same for the other kids, some of them were hiding in their bed sheets, holding on to their plushies or asking for the comfort of one of the guardians in the facility. The child could listen to someone knocking at the door and entering, he turn to look at one of the caretakers.

-Hey, Virgil- The caretaker said kindly -Are you ready?-

Virgil is nervous, despite this, he nods lightly. He climb down his bed, started walking towards the door but quickly went back to get his bunny. Once in the light of the corridor you could see how pale he looked, his hair was a deep brown and he was a bit too thin. He was wearing a black sweater, too big for the 7 year old, yet it was the only thing that gave him comfort in certain days.

For some reason, he always decided to wear dark clothes since he got to the orphanage. No one knew exactly where did he came from. One similar night like tonight a caretaker found little Virgil soaking wet, curling inside one of the closets where they stored blankets; no one saw him enter the closet, let alone saw him enter the building in general. He was trembling so much, scared of something but he wouldn’t say what, he wouldn’t let anyone get near him or take him out of the closet. One of the caretakers had to stay with him for hours until Virgil trusted them enough to get him out of there. Besides the weird arrival, he was a nice kid. Just…Jumpy. And scared. Once he got used to the staff, his flinches became less and less. They manage to get Virgil a psychological checkup, some of his actions were…abnormal to say the least. He would act almost animalistic, he would hiss and rarely speak and would try to bite people if they got near enough without making it known for him. The therapist that check on him couldn’t get much information through words, so he introduce the child with some colors and paper. Let’s just say the drawings were highly aggressive and violent to describe, especially for a, back then, 4 year old. Suffice to say, they had an idea of what probably happened to him but decided to not ponder much about it.

Even the other children were appalled by his very quiet and introvert demeanor. Some kids would actually try to speak to him and spend time, he would oblige but not exactly look happy about it. He was not violent at all, in fact, he was the sweetest kid around, although he could be a little devil from time to time. Virgil was known to scare some kids with blankets and pretend to be a ghost. He was a nice kid.

Yet…A little weird…More like… Weird things happened around him.

In one instance, some children were playing with a ball, when one of them stumble upon a dying cat in the back of the building, poor thing swallow some rat poison and was convulsing (From what the description the children gave, it might have been the case). It wasn’t a very pleasant image for a child to see. One of the caretakers was called by a group of crying children, he followed them to the back only to see Virgil holding the cat, who was… Alive… And purring. Now, kids probably confused a sleeping kitty for a dead one, but the description of foam and open glossy eyes was too graphic for a child to have said if they didn’t ever saw it before. Virgil placed the kitten in the ground, well mostly letting the cat jump off of him and kind of laid down in the floor to promptly fall asleep. The cat walked away as if nothing happened.

After that, Virgil was being watch carefully by staff, meanwhile kids took distance from him. Some start to call him a witch or a magician, others, not so kindly, called him a freak. There were other times were dying things like plants would suddenly come back to being healthy, or when one of the staff found a dead bird who broke its neck by colliding with one of the windows and went to find a plastic bag only to return to Virgil sat on the ground while petting slowly the bird that now was chirping and flapping its wings. Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was just a coincidence.  Those can be explainable, right?

Well. Maybe. But not one time.  

Nothing would be as strange and frantic as the time one kid had to be put in quarantine. She was very sick, the illness was like a common cold but it was attacking her very aggressively. Even with attention from doctors, even with medicine it just wouldn’t go away. They had to wait up till it pass. But it just didn’t. Each day it passed she would get worst and worst, the doctors didn’t had much hopes. It might have been something else, but they didn’t manage to catch it on time. The child was getting weaker and weaker and the only thing one of the last doctors they called up could say was to have no high hopes.

The staff were planning on how to tell at the children what was going on. They break the news to the group of children, being the most sincere yet delicate possible to explain what was going on and what would happened to their friend. All the children were distraught, they didn’t understand, the caretakers were sadden and tried to not break in front of the kids who needed them all right there and then. Suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening and closing; 2 of the caretakers went to check on the sick girl, and the door was locked. They checked around to see at the children gathered there, and guess who wasn’t around them?

Virgil lock himself inside the sick girl’s room. They could here steps going away from the door. They called him to open the door, their shouts increase, more worried than angry, no one wanted another kid to get sick, let alone… Die. One of the higher staff came with a master key and open the door, flinging it wide open. They saw Virgil holding the kid’s arm and kneeling; he was trembling and crying, he looked so sad but he didn’t cried because of that, it was almost as if he was in pain.

One of the caretakers hold and pull him away, and no one in Virgil’s life at that place saw him in so much distress. Kicking the air and screaming to be let go, saying things like he could do it. The caretaker had to take Virgil and lock him in his room, they stayed with him to make sure he was ok. Virgil was crying a lot, holding himself as if he was going to fall apart; he suddenly curled in himself and lay down in bed, trembling in excruciating pain. The caretaker went to get someone to phone a doctor quick, his tracks were fast to find the phone, then another caretaker crash on them to get the phone too. They were told the sick girl was sitting and speaking, as if nothing was happening, she still had fever but other than that it seem she was fine.

Once the doctor came, they went running towards Virgil’s room, and there he was…! Just sleeping in his bed. They didn’t understand. They let Virgil sleep and went to check the girl, who was having only common cold symptoms. The doctor said with the medicine should be enough now. While the girl was getting better by the week, Virgil was very sleepy and drained all that time. He would sleep for a while and only wake up to eat a bit. Once he was well and not tired started hanging out with that girl. They both became good friends after that. Nothing was explained, nothing was wrong but it was weird as fuck. The caretakers took it as if it was a miracle, some religious ones thought that maybe Virgil was a type of angel. Even the more skeptic didn’t know what to think about this.

Well… In any case, as weird as it was, it was all ok. The caretaker went through all the memories, the fun ones, the scary ones, the weird ones… All turning into a bittersweet moment in their head, “Dariela is gonna miss her best friend” was one of the thoughts that crossed through their head. And the reasoning behind it was because Virgil was going to get adopted.

-Here we are, Virge- The caretaker said opening a door to an office. A man was sitting in the chair giving his back to the door. He turn around to see both of them, he seem calm but his fidgeting hands would say the contrary. Virgil saw him and look at the floor nervously.

-Come on now- The caretaker said, pressing his hand gently on Virgil’s hand for comfort. Virgil walked towards the man and sit next to him.

-Hello, Virgil- The man smiled kindly.

-Hi…- Virgil manage to say. He hold on to his bunny closely.

-Are you nervous?- The man said asked stuttering a bit. His hands were holding on a piece of paper that was getting ripped into pieces.

Virgil holds his bunny to his face and hides behind it.

-C’mon, Virge, don’t hide your face- said the caretaker.

-It’s quite alright- said the man smiling at the caretaker, then return his attention to Virgil. -I understand this must be a big change for you, Virgil. It will be alright, we will go at your own pace- said surely.

Virgil looked puzzled about what he meant, he lower his bunny and looked at the man in a questioning way.

-I-I mean, uh… You can take as much time to feel less nervous…- The man was getting nervous too. Being a parent is what he always wanted, but he had to admit that he was still not good at talking to kids.

-I’m ok…- Virgil said lowering his bunny. –I’m… Happy- He smiled not looking at the man who would be his dad. “Dad”. It was kind of weird to call him that, even if already knows who the man was after the several interviews they had.

The man gasp very lowly, he was almost choking on tears. He didn’t know what to do with his hands and he just simply hold on to the paper he was holding.

The caretaker took notice of this, the scene warm their heart. It was nice to see Virgil to be open and to have a family now.

-Ahem…- The caretaker cleared their throat to make the man pay attention to them. –Alright Mr. Huberto…- The caretaker was interrupted.

-Please, Logan it’s alright.- Logan said raising his hand to a stop motion.

-Oh, right. Mr. Logan- Logan sighed, he does like to stay formal but at this point he feels too familiar with the caretaker and most of the staff there. –Are you ready to sign the papers?-

Logan looked at Virgil with gleeful eyes and a smile then turn to the caretaker. –Yes-

Virgil saw the paper being passed to Logan, he had a lot of mix feelings, now he tried to be happy, because he was finally getting a dad.

Once the documentation was done, the rain stopped.

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Prologue / CH 1

[sammyspreadyourwings]

U said to talk to u about ur AUs so here I come! Let’s do some more world building yeah? *cracks knuckles* I hope you don’t mind the up-coming long but very incoherent and messy rant about the WITCH!AU because I have MANY thoughts so let’s chat?! :DDD My Halloween loving ass is fucking living right now oh yeah.

World building ??? 👀👀👀

Why did they get rid of my Read Mores on Asks???? Anyway, buckle in y’all long post ahead.

🌠🌠🌠 (01) What if Brian’s presence somehow enhances one’s powers? That’s why he’s always being chased by spirits or other beings and bad witches want him for this and when they can’t have him they want to kill him? (you’d appreciated the extra layer of angst? XD Like do you want me because you truly love me or do you want me because of my Gift that would greatly benefit your own power)

That could potentially be a result because witches that work with spirits because they’re opening up liminal spaces. Not that Brian is aware of it, and is doing it mostly incidentally which is how some nastier spirits get attatched to him and cause some of Brian’s problems.

He does have that moment once or twice, once he figures out how all of this workes.

(02) What hex or spell do you think the witch (or the evil coven? For dramatic movie rivalry effect between sides LOL) cast to kill him? Something related to the hepatitis and ulcer? Disease or other stuffs? (I can’t help but think about the CW TV Series Supernatural witches have so many creative ways of killing someone through hexes, spells and curses)

So I don’t have any names yet, because I am Bad at them. The curse that I currently have in mind is that it’s kind of a paralyzation hex? Like when Brian gets hit with it, it moves more central, so he looses the ability to move and then eventually the ability to speak and eventually breathe.

(03) Imagine how distressed Brian would be because he loves Astronomy and stargazing but during night is always the most dangerous to him? However after meeting the other three they’re always with him (or at least one of them) especially at night? Dragging him out for drinks and all the other fun stuffs that Brian seems to be missing out on. (Freddie will ruffle his hair playfully saying something like you’re safe with us darling we’ll look after you and wink at him but he figures they just want to see him blush so yeah all the usual good old oblivious Brian trope LOL)

Bless oblivious Brian. The insomnia as a kid is what half inspired him to love the stars, because that’s all he’d have to stare at during those long nights. It’s also when those Things He Doesn’t See (his mother’s words) circle around him.

The other three naturally realize what Night means, and how it can affect an untrained Witch especially one that has a Gift like Brian’s. Roger is the one that tends to keep near Brian during the night because he’s simply the best at unnoticable protection charms. And he usually makes a big show of getting into disagreements when he senses that something is Wrong. Because Brian suddenly has a mood drop or John actually feels some kind of spirit (which tend to stay away from him because the dead can’t cross running water).

(04) I imagine the three sometimes turn themselves into animals like cats (witches are so often associated with cats and ravens etc. you know all that) to keep Brian company and to warn off evil beings around him like he’s ours back the fuck off?

Close! They actually use their familiars! Roger’s and Freddie’s are both cats (Roger’s is a maine coon, and Freddie’s is a very sleek looking calico), and Brian usually has to pick them up and put them in the house because “no, kitty, you can’t go to class with me!”

Meanwhile they’re like “dude.”

John’s is usually the one that keeps the best eye on Brian given that it’s a kestrel. She also isn’t fond of Brian because he keeps closing her window! How dare he!

John hasn’t quite managed to convinence her that it’s on accident because Brian doesn’t feel that she’s just not another Bird.

(05) Maybe one night Brian’s having “sleep paralysis” only this time the pressure gets heavier and heavier and help now he can’t breath and he’s panicking but can’t do a thing can’t move a muscle when suddenly he heard a low but cold voice speaking some language (Latin? But not quite there’s an extra edge to it) beside his bed but he can’t understand a word and the pressure just vanished like that. He whines low in his throat and struggles to move and tries to open his eyes but he’s suddenly very groggy and tired and then he felt gentle hands caressing his face and carding through his hair effectively soothing him and the voice is now crooning sweetly, calming him by saying things like you’re safe love sleep now and when he’s about to fall asleep the hands left that’s when he heard at least three different voices conversing with each other outside maybe? One sound worried, one sound furious and the last one seems to be thinking about something but they’re all speaking in some kind of language that he doesn’t understand.

Okay, I dig, I see what you’re doing here nonnie. 

So this is probably when Roger, John, and Freddie kind of figure out there’s something out there trying to get Brian because Drudes (nightmare demons from Germanic folklore) don’t just take a walk about on the prime material plane. Much less someone who isn’t having a nightmare.

Roger is furious, because after chasing the damned Drude away he checked his seals and found that his demonic protection one has been inverted and draws demons to them. He’s screaming his head off, because he doesn’t know why or how some one would know.

Freddie is just worried because Brian hadn’t reacted to it the way anyone else should have. Almost like he accepted that this was a thing that happened and not a literal demon eating his life force.

John is trying to figure out how the Drude got in on the first place, after Roger found out the seal, and why it would come for Brian directly. Freddie’s got the most “magic” out of the four of them, Brian’s being so tightly wrapped away. Maybe Brian is just awakening his powers and because of his Gift the Drude noticed. But Roger is right, Drudes don’t just come on this plane without cause.

Meanwhile, Brian is out cold/out of it for the next 16 hours because the Drude did get a good grip on Bri’s life force before the other three noticed. Which naturally makes the others clingy for like the next month. Roger keeps forcing his weird wood crafting hobbies into Brian’s bag, and John is always hanging around the physics building and Freddie is painting a really weird thing on the wall. Which kind of makes them look like satanists.

(06) Following no. (05) do you think witches have their own languages akin to Latin but maybe they’re some kind of variation? Also will there be different dialects based on uses, regions and powers?

They all have different casting languages, yes! Most are based on latin, while eastern witches tend to stick with very old forms of their countries languages (e.g chinese with china, Hindi). Some are actually symbol based, which Freddie is very adept at because it gives the most versatility.

(07) And you know like in horror movies how people are with Ouija boards and summoning rituals? Brian of course never participates he avoids most supernatural related stuffs like plague but maybe growing up his encounters people who do those type of stuff for fun and he’s kind hearted not wanting them to be in danger so he’d try to dissuade or stop them but once the spirits or evil beings were conjured the beings always go for Brian? The most severe incident is the Bloody Mary one she appears in mirrors and Brian almost got pulled in trying to save his classmate but eventually he was saved by another witch?

Brian grows up not believing in ghosts, but he can’t deny that’s weird that things happen every time they do mess with Oujia boards. The Bloody Mary thing left him with a permanent inability to walk through hallways in the dark. But he does have the scar on his arm from when whatever it was tried to pull him through the mirror. It was weird. He thinks his friend’s mom stopped it because she game them a really long lecture while bandaging Brian’s arm.

(08) Following no. (07) that’s where my this idea came from: do you think maybe one of Freddie, Roger or John’s family member saved Brian before (when he was a kid? A teenager?) although Brian doesn’t know it? (perhaps he’s passed out during that? Roger and John’s family are more likely to do so simply because of geographic wise?) And that elder witch recognized that Brian belongs in the coven with Freddie, Roger and John so he/she/they got home, told them about this very special boy (girl? person?) that they have to protect one day and proceed to spend years arranging for them to “casually” meet and hopefully become friends or even more?

Never considered this... but this is strangely in line with what kind of Gift I have planned for John.

It would be John’s mom that steps in. Brian accidentally invokes a vengeful spirit while playing in the park. It knocks him into a tree before she can get to him. She quickly banishes it before going over to Brian. Her hands push back his hair, checking his head (only a tiny little bump thankfully) when she feels her son? of all people on his skin. She knows John is a very strong Sympathic but for him to be on someone’s he’s never met.

And for this boy to attract such powerful spirits but existing? He didn’t even know what it was?

Well, she’s never been one to question the whims of the earth. Instead she tosses her hair back and starts yelling for someone to help. Ruth comes over quickly, and Mrs. Deacon explains that Brian fell from the tree. There’s no magic coming from Ruth, not like Brian.

Oh boy, she thinks. This is trouble.

When she goes home John is teasing Julie with a rattle. She picks him up and she bounces him on her hip, “I’ve met a special boy, one you’re going to have to protect and teach.”

(09) I imagine that the other three were waiting for the right time to reveal the truth to Brian while shielding him from not just the spirits or demons’ harm but from evil witch covens as well and maybe one day they just had a very unfortunate run in with some elders who harbor malicious agenda - news travels fast? Very soon EVERYONE and every beings that has connection to the Supernatural world KNOWS (except Brian ofc lol) hence the even more aggressive and violent attacks and the other three were constantly on high alert around Brian (while having to act casually it’s hard work really).

They were trying to find the right time, and there’s never a good time to go “so the dead like you because you’re a good transfer spot between worlds oh and the rest of the supernatural kind of hates you or wants to use you because of that.”

Brian finds out about this entire thing when the witch hits him with paralyzation curse. Well just before it because she basically does the villian info dump.

But just before that, when the attacks were ramping up, the others took turns being on Brian watch, cutting their nights short, sleeping in shifts, etc. Roger is literally running out of grimories to look for seals and protection spells. John has to pratically spell a moat into existence around their flat and even Freddie can’t find something to shield Brian’s presence without hampering his magical awakening. 

They’re all getting exhausted, Brian thinks it’s just stress of recording their first album and school work. Except he’s getting a little stir crazy, he’s literally not had a moment alone since the Drude attack (not that he knows it). So when all three of them invietably crash (between the shortened hours and magic drain it says a lot that they went as long as the did). Brian sneaks out.

I don’t think I have to explain what happens?

(10) Haha I like the idea of Freddie being the wild card in every sense especially when it comes to witchcraft obviously considering his cultural heritage is different from the ones in England so he/she/they dresses differently and casts his/her/their magic differently and it infuriates their opponent so fucking much. XD

Freddie uses a hand gesture, the other witch ????? what in the literal fuck? It bothers Roger too because he’s like, this isn’t going to work *spell works* HOW? WHY? 

John actually starts mimicking Freddie’s way of performing spells and his spells get that much more powerful and chaotic.

(11) Sammy I love you. <3333 *blows you kisses*

❤❤❤❤ Thank you for letting me ramble about things!!!

[asterixer]

Amazing, I see you have managed to outshined them all once again. Stunningly beautiful as always. My favourite post are of your Au's, the kitty man, and Craig's genuine all loving worshipping of Tweek in his simple gester of a kiss to a hand. I've decided to give you one hint. I'm older than 25, but younger than 30. Good night and sweet dreams.

Wha-- THAT DOESN'T NARROW IT DOWN AT ALL

I know like, only a few people's ages

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That said I could probably just draw Incan Craig being sweet on Witch Tweek forever

[tsundere-model]

Happy Birthday Izumi 2k18!- Ponsol and Jupiter

((This is for the regular AU that we have. I decided to put Jupiter and Ponsol’s together— for reasons fufu. Read on to find out why~))

He’d done something last year, so it didn’t feel right to not do something this year for the model’s birthday. He may run the risk of being called ‘stingy’ or even ‘forgetful’ if he didn’t do anything this year.

Ponsol will have you know that he had an impeccable memory, essentially photographic. He was excellent when it came to remembering names, faces, and places— if it had any relevancy in his mind. If he didn’t think you were worth the brain cells, then he wouldn’t bother trying to remember you (but chances were he’d remember you anyways).

The very last year, he made a kitty plush for the model with a red hood that had a striking resemblance to a certain hood that a certain model wore at a CERTAIN HALLOWEEN PARTY days prior.

Did you truly think that Ponsol would not attempt to make a jab at the model? Of course he would. He had to work hard to finish it in time (even forfeiting some sleep for this project), but he made it. Just barely.

Vaguely he recalled something. There was one time, when he’d answered the door, not expecting to see him, and he was dressed very casually. Perhaps he was busy working when Jupiter had asked to see him and he opened the door thinking he would be face to face with ‘the angel’, but instead he saw a smiling demonic heir instead.

Well, Jupiter was there too, but who wouldn’t lose their focus and only pay attention to Ponsol if he were around? It was only common sense.

Thinking it over, he thought of something he thought would be an interesting sort of gift. Perhaps it would be something that would upset Izumi all the same, on top of it being cute and useful? Even better…

This project shouldn’t be nearly as difficult as last years was going to be, but that wasn’t important. Above all else, he was taking time out of his precious day to make something and that was the biggest point.

It didn’t take long for him to make the gift, but he did take the time to make sure the materials he used were of excellent quality. Nothing he made was allowed to be subpar, that’s for sure. When he’d finished the gift, he had waited until it was the day of Izumi’s birthday to gift it to the model.

Of course, while he’s at it, he had Jupiter tag along this time around. He was curious to see how this would pan out.

He was at the door, and he knocked on it, before he ducked aside. If Izumi looked through the peep hole, he’d only see Jupiter standing there with a bag in her hand.

She was patiently waiting for the model to come out while curiously wondering why it was that Ponsol ducked out of the line of sight.

Sure, he could have tried to give Izumi a heads up of their impeding visit, but he didn’t want to do that. Where’s the fun in that? He would much rather have Izumi scramble to get to the door and then get surprised to see that Ponsol was there as well.

Maybe his hair was full of pins like it was that one time?

Ha, that would be an interesting sight to see, that’s for sure.

The door opened to reveal the model from behind it, looking rather pleased to see Jupiter there, but then he noticed Ponsol who stepped out from the side when the door finally opened.

looking at him rather skeptically, wondering what it was that he was there for. “I figured you wouldn’t be so quick to open the door if you knew I was on the other side.” Cue the casual shrug. Jupiter stared at him with her own skeptical look, wondering if the reason he asked her to come at this time was so that he could tease Izumi.

Don’t you go using her to tease her sensei! She’s going to tell on you, you know?

“Jupiter, you should give your ‘sensei’ your gift first. I’m sure he’d enjoy getting your gift.” Ponsol reminded her and she turned her attention to Izumi instead. That’s right! She had something to give to her sensei! She worked really hard on this, you know? It was hard, but she managed to make it!

It was difficult working around her mother’s schedule, but she had help from her mother to make it! She handed Izumi a bag and started to rapid fire sign some words out. Seeing as Ponsol was going to be there, she could simply have him translate for her rather than having to carefully write everything out.

“She’s saying how she and her mother worked on your birthday gift together. She hopes that you like it, and she hopes that it fits just fine. If not, she can alter it.”

Inside of the bag was… an apron! The color was sky blue with a white lacey frill going along the edge of the apron. In the center was a square pocket witch a cute white cat sewn onto it. It looked as though she cut out the shape of a cat with felt and sewed it onto the pocket sleeve and then drew on the felt with fabric marker to draw the details of the cat onto it.

As Izumi was pulling out the apron out of the bag, Jupiter tugged on Ponsol’s sleeve and signed something to him quickly before she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone, tapping away at it. She was looking for a picture.

“Now isn’t that cute? Show him the picture, Jupiter.” Izumi finished pulling out the apron and he was watching as Jupiter was signing something to Ponsol. Izumi gave Ponsol a curious look, so that meant he was ready to know what was going on.

Jupiter turned her phone so Izumi could look at it so see a picture of the young blonde posing for the camera with her own apron. Hers was pink and had a white bunny on the pocket. “You have matching aprons. So when she comes over for baking lessons, both of you can wear matching aprons instead of her borrowing one of yours.”

Didn’t she do a good job? This wasn’t a project that she asked Ponsol to help with, but she still made something wonderful and he patted the top of her head like Shugarl normally would to show her how he thought she did an excellent job.

“… Ha— … ppy … Bir—day, Sse—sei!!” It was a bit quiet and strained, and she even messed up, but she did her best! She’s been practicing, and she’s slowly getting more comfortable with speaking, one syllable at a time.

“You did well, Jupiter. Good fight.” Ponsol offered her another pat on the head which brought that Angelic smile onto her face.

Now that she had delivered her present, it was Ponsol’s turn.

“It’s your birthday, is it not? The gift is simpler than last years, but I think this one will be far more useful than the kitty plush I made last year.”

Handing Izumi a small box, he waited for the model to open it to see what it was. Jupiter was rather curious as well to know what Ponsol made this year.

Inside of the box looked to be some kind of headband of sorts, but it was scrunched up together like it was some scrunchy. It also had… what looked to be… two triangle shapes on top?

It couldn’t be–?

Oh… but it was! They were cat ears!

“It’s an elastic headband that you can use to pull your bangs back. The elastic will keep it in place, and the material used is very soft fabric, so it shouldn’t leave any markings onto your skin.

The headband was also wide, so it was going to be able to hold back a lot of Izumi’s hair/bangs.

“Instead of using all those pins to hold back your bangs, you can simply use this.” Ponsol explained with a small grin on his face. Surely you know what he’s referencing to? “Happy birthday, Izumi.”

He chose a material that had the color closest to Izumi’s hair color so it would hopefully blend in. Once he put it onto his head to pull back his hair, the cat ears on top would stick out to make it look like he had cat ears on his head. It was cute… and functional.

For good or for bad, Izumi had ended up with a photoshoot even in his birthday. With Arashi around -and for that matter, all the other young and promising models that swarmed the agency- he couldn’t help but worry about his future, taking on every chance he had to proof his worth and skill. Prove that he wasn’t ready to be left behind.

Hair on point and light make-up on, Izumi was in the middle of deciding for a coat and boots when he heard the knock on the door. He felt rather tempted to ignore it and continue with his choice making but something told him he should go right away.

Looking through the peephole, his gesture lightened up at the sight of the angel, quickly opening up to greet her. It was only then that he noticed his neighbor was there as well. Shoulders jerking up, he unconsciously reached up to fix his hair and pressed his shirt with his hands, glad to have been almost ready to go out when he was called to the door instead of half-dressed or something.

“Hah? Stop making it sound as if I purposefully leave you waiting or something” he huffed lightly. If he had to dress up a bit better and make sure 3 times he was presentable before opening the door for Ponsol, that wasn’t his own fault. In fact, Ponsol should appreciate the level of work he put in looking good for him.

… thinking it better, he better not say that last part out loud.

“Gift?” Izumi looked at Ponsol curiously before switching to the little girl. Receiving the bag he stared to the signs perplexed until Ponsol gave the appropriate translation

“You did? Thank you Jupiter-chan~ I’ll open it right away, okay?” he commented in a cheerful tone, unable to wait for later to see what the adorable present might be. It felt soft so maybe something made with fabric or plush? Working gently on the bag so it wouldn’t break, he peaked at the inside, the first thing to come to sight being the felt cat. Cute… just like Jupiter herself.

Pulling it out of the package, he finally realized it was an apron. Maybe a bit too frilly and adorable for him, he thought, as cute didn’t really look good on him, but he wasn’t about to tell that to her. Specially not when he saw the picture of her wearing a matching one in pink, the bunny detail really popping up.

“That’s so cute Jupiter-chan~ Thank you, I’m very happy we get matching aprons!” he commented sincerely, a warm smile on his lips. Wanting to really drive the point home, he put on the apron over his clothes, ironing it a bit with his hands so it would properly fit his figure before giving a small twirl for her. “Does it look as cute on me as it does on you?” he asked happily -completely forgetting the heir was also there to see him being silly and embarrassing.

His smile just as soft and warm when he heard her voice, he smiled gently and tilted his head ever so slightly to the side “Thank you Jupiter-chan~ Your voice is really cute” And it was then that he remembered Ponsol was also there.

Cheeks a light red and smile turned into a pout as Ponsol presented his own present, he silently accepted it. A moment of hesitation he decided to open it as well. It was harder to tell the shape without taking it out so he did exactly that, fingers soon feeling the soft texture of the fabric.

Oh, he had seen some of these. In fact he was pretty sure Arashi had a pink one… but the fabric and finishing touches seemed different. Clearly hand-made. Another handmade present it seemed -and with an embarrassing touch as well, considering the ears placed on top for no apparent reason besides bothering him.

“Y-you! Forget about that already! How long ago was that?” no need to go out of your way to remind him, he hasn’t forgotten the embarrassment of that occasion.

Still, and even if it was just some form of elaborate teasing, it made him happy to have his birthday celebrated by Ponsol. It really did.

“T-thank you…” he did the effort to mumble those words before adding in a more cheeky tone “Too bad you won’t ever get to see me wear it, huh?”

Yes, he seems to have forgotten he has the apron on. Quite embarrassing too. May the day come when he doesn’t embarrass himself in front of the heir.