#and yes he wears the cape to class

[lesbonoi]

sherlock hound moriarty should also still be a math professir. like hes doing saturday morning cartoon villain shit and also has to teach advanced calculus in an hour

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Okay, so vampire Eddie is a pretty standard trope at this point, but may I offer...Twilight vampire Eddie who is absolutely pissed off about his sparkly existence?

Eddie actually isn't that old, he was turned in the 80s when he was around 20. He lives with his small and not only vampire family. There's patriarch Wayne, his partner Scott who always becomes a teacher no matter where they move, Claudia Henderson and her son that have been with them ever since Scott noticed Dustin being unusually quiet in his class and soon after, Wayne kicked out his abusive father.

The problem with living with a smart man who loves educating people and a man who never received the education he deserved is - they take school really, really seriously. Whenever they move, Eddie usually has to re-join high school, it's all "just so that you have some socialization! Also we need to be able to blend in, so look around and see what's normal with young people! Also I'm pretty sure some of the stuff we know is now obsolete or disproven, so make sure to tell us!". And Eddie loves Wayne and Scott, he really does, but he had trouble blending in even when he was alive, so now? Impossible. As for gathering information, Eddie has been trying for decades to explain to Wayne that even if becoming a vampire healed the wounds from the lynching mob, it didn't do shit for his ADHD, so there. Wayne finds Eddie banging his head into a desk one day and chanting "WHAT-THE-FUCK-IS-TIK-TOK?!"

So yes, Eddie hates being a forever highschooler, but it also means he can run DnD clubs everywhere he joins and he's not even lynched for it like in the 80s, so hey, progress! He gets mostly content with his existence, except that he's fucking sparkly and can't turn into a bat, so what's the point?!

But then a huge group of people moves from the close town of Hawkins, they had a really fucked up earthquake - Wayne told him all about it, he often volunteered in rescue and high risk works, and he's never seen anything like it - and their little town becomes way more crowded. There are high school freshmen just begging to be introduced to his club, Hellfire, although one of them is scary observant and Eddie is really sure that Jane knows he's a vampire.

And then there's Steve Harrington. A young man with the prettiest hair ever who joined Eddie's class, apparently he needs to repeat the last year too because if your school burns down, you can't take final exams. He's stupidly pretty, snarky, bitchy, and even though he could be partying day and night and spending the rest of his time on dates, he prefers to hang around with the freshmen. Lucas tells him one day that Steve got badly hurt when he was digging through the collapsed middle school, finding and rescuing their whole group, and well...Eddie respects that. Dustin absolutely loves Steve and maybe Eddie feels a bit jealous, but he has to admit - the guy is cool.

The problem with Steve Harrington is this - he's seen so much shit that nothing really fazes him. Eddie loves shocking people. Steve is unshockable. It becomes their little game, they get close, Eddie realizes he has an embarrassing crush, all that jazz. He tries dropping hints, he slurps his bloody lunch from a bottle that has a "THIS IS DEFINITELY TOMATO JUICE AND NOTHING ELSE". He wears a cape. He adopts a horrible Dracula accent. Nothing works. Steve always just laughs and tells him that he's weird and that's why he likes him.

Finally, Eddie has enough. They walk in the woods to get high, Eddie decides to break the ice, he scoops up Steve, does his whole dashing-through-the-woods thing, and he hopes that he can finally share his secret with Steve.

Except Steve just pats his back and says "Wow, that was cool, man! You'd be amazing at track. Great core strength too," and Eddie's head implodes.

"Okay, Steve. Don't you think there's something rotten here?" he tries.

"I mean, it's the woods. Of course there's something rotting all the time."

Eddie tries again. "You've noticed something strange, haven't you. I'm inhumanly fast and strong."

"I sure didn't expect that! You must be secretly training. I didn't know this town had a gym."

Again. "My skin is pale white and ice cold."

Steve is watching a nearby squirrel instead of looking horrified. "Yeah, not all people tan great, Robin is like that too. And I told you, man. Your circulation is shit, you need better socks and some gloves too."

"My eyes change color."

"Yeah, I know, I do envy you that you can wear those cool contact lenses. My eyes are too dry for that."

Eddie is growing desperate, he's gesturing at the trees because Steve doesn't listen. "I speak like I'm from a different time."

"80s slashers will do that to you. You basically live on those. But I gotta admit that they're pretty fun. Oh look, she's got an acorn! Clever girl!"

"Very clever. Also I never eat or drink anything."

"Hey, I'm not judging. Some people prefer one or two meals in a day instead of the whole five meal thing."

Eddie feels like howling and he isn't even a werewolf. "I. DON'T. GO. INTO. THE. SUNLIGHT."

Steve's eyes finally leave the squirrel. "Duh. We've already established you can't tan."

And Eddie's had enough. He tears off his t-shirt, marches directly into the sunlight and throws the biggest tantrum of his life. "STEVEN HARRINGTON. PAY ATTENTION. I am 20. I have been 20 for a while now. You know what I am, right? I am a vampire. So ask me the question, what do we eat? That wasn't a fucking tomato juice Steven!!!"

Steve just watches him with quiet amusement, as if he's waiting for something.

Eddie doesn't notice. His monologue is reaching its most dramatic part. "I've killed people before! I'm the world's most dangerous predator!"

Steve snorts. "I saw you trip over your own feet in the cafeteria."

"Not the point!"

"You told a waitress "you too" when she told you to enjoy your meal."

Eddie actually howls now. "THE POINT IS." He spins in the sunlight and sees the reflections of light off his skin. "I wouldn't have minded becoming a vampire, but let me tell you. Being stuck in high school forever? Sucks. Craving chips and throwing them up whenever you try them? SUCKS. And thinking you've become the legendary creature of the night when you're a glorified glitter mascot?! And you can't even fly?! DOUBLE SUCKS."

He points at his bare glittering chest. "THIS THE SKIN OF A FUCKING DISCO BALL, STEVE!"

Steve just laughs and gets up from the tree stump he was sitting on. "Thanks for sharing. I was kinda hoping you'd finally ask me out since this is the first time we've had some privacy, but this was interesting too."

Eddie's sharing mania suddenly stops. He realizes he's shirtless in the middle of the forest, and his yelling has scared off the squirrel. He promptly grabs his shirt and puts in on. "Um. You...you wanted me to ask you out? Because I totally want to do that. Yep. But I thought it would have been unfair to ask you before I told you-"

"That you're a vampire? Dude, I know."

Eddie blinks once. Then again. "Excusemewhat?"

Steve smiles at him and touches his hand. "Look. After what happened in Hawkins, I know the smell of blood. I knew it wasn't tomato juice. Also I've accompanied the kids to enough monster flicks to know."

"Oh." Eddie licks his lips and doesn't really know what to say. "Um. What...does that mean for us?"

Laughing, Steve grabs his other hand too. "Definitely two things. One - you can and should kiss me. Two - you can stop wearing that cape. I got your point."

"Oh okay. Cool. Will do. Both."

And since Eddie Munson is a vampire of his word, he does.

(Wayne is absolutely delighted that Eddie is dating, he watches sports with Steve and discusses the pros and cons of Steve becoming a paramedic. Scott helps Steve with some of the subjects he's struggling with. In return, Steve works with Robin to find a makeup brand that is fully sparkleproof, giving the vampires a chance to walk in the sunlight again. And sometimes, he helps them answer the questions that have been plaguing the Munson-Clarke-Henderson household for years...such as: what is TikTok?)

(oh and also. Turns out Steve really thought Eddie was wearing creepy contact lenses. That one aspect of vampyrism he found very cool)

[itadorey]

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — gojo satoru

pairing: vampire!gojo x vampire hunter!reader summary: you just want to enjoy your halloween night, but vampire hunting always gets in the way. this night might be different though. genre: strangers to ???, suggestive notes: vampire gojo is fun, slight blood, suggestive but no smut wc: ~1.4k

you blink rapidly as you step through the doorway, trying to adjust to the flashing lights around you.

spending your halloween at a frat party would usually be your top choice, but when you’re there on a mission from the higher ups, you can’t exactly enjoy it. you sigh to yourself as you push past a group of people, nodding faintly when you recognize one from your history class. you take a deep breath when you finally make it to the kitchen, making a beeline towards the drinks and grabbing a can of soda before leaning against the fridge.

you’re lost in thought, wondering how you’re even going to find your target (gojo satoru, which had been spoken out loud with disgust) when you didn’t even want the mission in the first place, when you’re interrupted by a low voice.

“nice costume.”

“huh?” you ask in response, looking over to see a tall figure next to you.

“nice costume.” he repeats, a grin on his face as he faces you. you raise an eyebrow when you notice his sunglasses, barely catch a glimpse of blue eyes as he looks you over. you feel yourself flush under his gaze, his handsome face focused only on you as he takes a sip of his drink. “it’s cute. vampire right?”

“yeah,” you respond quietly, your lips twitching in amusement as you look down at your outfit. you had chosen your costume on purpose, intentionally pissing off the higher ups when you had arrived to receive your assignment. the fake fangs in your mouth had earned you a lot of disapproving looks, and you had merely swished your tacky cape around you as you left, giving them a dramatic wave and toothy smile.

there’s a brief silence as you study the guy next to you, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s wearing a wig or if he dyed his hair white. you nod at him when you notice his fangs, letting out a small laugh that earns you a confused expression.

“nice fangs,” you comment, barely loud enough to be heard over the music. “looks like we’re matching.”

you fidget in place as the guy stares at you for a moment, your cheeks growing warmer when you realize that he happens to be one of the most attractive guys you’ve ever seen. you resist the urge to slap your forehead, embarrassed at the fact that you had killed the conversation between the two of you so quickly.

you’re ready to hightail it out of the kitchen, reminding yourself that you’re technically there on an assignment and not to flirt with cute boys, when he lets out a giggle.

“i guess we are, huh?” he asks rhetorically, his eyes shining with mirth as he puts his drink down behind him. he takes a step closer to you, pausing slightly before reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “listen, if i were to hypothetically ask you for a dance, what would you say?”

“hypothetically?” you ask, earning a firm nod from him. you hum to yourself, putting your drink down as well before crossing your arms. “i would say yes. hypothetically, of course.”

the guy nods seriously before chuckling lightly and holding out his hand. “well then, can i take you out for a dance?”

there’s a brief moment of hesitation as you look at him, wondering if you should say yes or no. you remind yourself that there’s urgent matters you need to take care of, but you find yourself pushing those thoughts aside as you slip your hand into his and let him lead you onto the dance floor.

you catch him turning to glance at you every few seconds, his lips pulled into a pretty smile whenever he happens to meet your gaze. the two of you come to a stop once he decides you’re far enough into the crowd, and he wastes no time in turning you around, chest pressed to your back as he sways in time to the music.

his hands are cool as they grab onto your hips, and you don’t hesitate to arch your back a little, your ass grinding into him as he lets out a low groan. you can feel one of his hands leave your hip, reaching up to brush your hair out of the way and giving him access to to press a soft, fluttery kiss to your neck.

“you’re playing a dangerous game right now,” he murmurs against your skin, causing you to send him a sly grin as you turn around in his hold. you wrap your arms around his neck, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull you closer and wrap his arms around you in return to keep you in place.

“am i?” you ask coyly, receiving a nod in return. you throw your head back and laugh, gasping lightly when he leans in to nip at your throat, his teeth lightly scraping your skin before he presses another kiss to the sensitive spot underneath your jaw.

“mhm,” he hums in return, eyes glinting in the dim lights as he catches your gaze. “hypothetically, if i were to ask you if you wanted to get out of here, what would you say?”

you rolls your eyes half-heartedly, not even giving him a response before you’re grabbing his hand and tugging him upstairs. you’ve barely managed to get past the door of an empty bedroom before his hands are all over you, grabbing at your hips and ass as he trails kisses across your shoulder and up your neck. you push him towards the bed, grinning slightly when he lets himself fall onto the mattress and lean up against the bedframe.

your cape flutters about as you crawl on top of him, straddling him as you remove his sunglasses and capture his lips in a kiss. the two of you laugh when your fangs bumps against his teeth, and you lean back slightly when he grabs your chin.

“ow!” he whines dramatically as he lets go of your face. you freeze when his thumb brushes against your lips, and you automatically part them, allowing him to gently remove the fake fangs with a sharp grin at your actions. “lets get rid of those. wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.”

you’re not given the chance to respond before he pulls you into him, lips pressed against yours once more as his hands grip your waist. you can feel him growing hard underneath you, his hands gently guiding your hips back and forth as they knead soft circles into your skin. you follow his directions eagerly, grinding down on him a little harder as you open your mouth to deepen the kiss.

there’s a small whine that comes from him when your tongues meet, and it only spurs you on, encouraging you to tangle your hands in his hair and tug. his hands slip under your shirt, and you find yourself pulling back slightly, brought back to reality by the coolness of his hands.

“w-wait,” you pant, barely getting the word out between the kisses you exchange. you feel him nip at your bottom lip, earning a cry from you when you feel him break the thin skin. he wastes no time in licking up the blood from the small cut, bright eyes half lidded as he looks up at you.

“what is it?” he asks, continuing to press kisses to the corner of your lip before trailing kisses down the column of your throat. “changing your mind?”

“n-no!” you gasp, back arching when he bucks his hips up against you. “i just- ah! i just didn’t catch your name.”

“my name?” he asks, nose nudging against the crook of your neck as he buries his face into it. you can feel him sucking a dark bruise into your skin, and you moan softly at the feeling. “my name is gojo satoru.”

your eyes widen at his words, and you pull back even more to see him grinning at you, fangs that you’re no longer sure are fake glinting in the dim light. his pupil are blown with lust, but you can still see a hint of the bright blue of his irises as he speaks once more.

“and you’re the pretty, little vampire hunter that was sent to kill me.”

rbs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

[raviosrupees]

My parent rates LU Link's based on first impressions

[warning foul language, mention of alcohol, and my parents very negative impression of Wars !!! note this is my parents impression based off of the LU concept sketches + descriptions. a lot of em aren't accurate]

TIME

Very God of War, Kratos. PTSD Link.

when all the others are hanging out he's in the cups. He fought the moon? Sounds about right. Everyone else is talking and goofing off and he's got the thousand yard stare.

No one talks about how he cant get a full nights sleep. Please let him nap. Maybe let the owl take a nap too.

*stares at him for a very long time, before taking a sip of mimosa*

TWILIGHT

blond hiccup [httyd] very viking. Humble? Hiccup. Animal whisperer? Does he have a dragon? he turns in to a wolf? good for hiccup. getting over a complicated relationship? ...... h-

OH HE HAS GOATS? I love goats! Love this guy.

WARRIORS

Ah, douchy paladin! Yeah he's got the hip flex, he knows he's the shit. Very prideful? Of course you are. Leader type? Women problems? Not surprised. [said they most wanted to punch this one]

"This one writes himself. On Reddit forums"

FOUR [their 3rd fav]

"eeny meeny hippy genie" They've got the weird flowy scarf hat, they're super tiny! Dwarf.. chaos gremlin-- No that's a changeling! I don't think that's actually a Link, I think they faked their way in. Not that I blame them, its a pretty cool crew to be a part of. Spy for the fae realm.

WILD

5th grade school photo link. He's really excited for his first day of school and has a planner for all of his classes.

Good at navigation? Kudos for being a good boy scout.

Her 2nd favorite.

WILD

"Legolas Link" he likes to run on snow, flip his hair back + forth and shit talk dwarves [changeling doesn't like that]

"takes any questioning of his princess too personally? Why are they questioning his princess in the first place? *squints* Why is he so upset? Feel like maybe we need some codependency therapy-

IDENTITY CRISIS DUE TO MEMORY LOSS???? oh no, there we go, the therapy- INSECURE? THE ONLY ONE THAT FAILED? Dude, I think douchy paladin needs to take him to therapy-, maybe it'll convince him to get some too.

Proceeds to go into a rant about his sheikah tech being called weird magic: "Why are they calling his magic weird? That's rude ! They need to have more open minds, no wonder he's insecure! He just needs to feel confident and supported in his new environment and they're not being very supportive right now!"

*orders another mimosa*

LEGEND [their favorite]

"We've got stoner wizard link..." "Which one?" "He's wearing red, and like a fancy staff with a ball at the end for walloping on people who say he's not a real wizard" He just smacks em and says duh yes I am, but usually he doesn't bother with it bc he's too chill.

He's the Millenial of the linked universe. "Chooses not to be a leader type? 'Nope, Im good, just here for a paycheck not a promotion. Some PTO would be nice. Another adventure? He'd rather start a commune"

"Seems unaffected by his adventures?" Uhh he is though. He's just delusional about it now.

HYRULE

Classic link [true] silent generation, nobody acknowledges him. "just happy to be included," mistaken as a hobbit.

"He's actually a traveler, never stays in one place" "Ah so post adventure Bilbo baggins, who wants to see mountains again."

*starts singing "the road goes ever on and on"*

SKY

Foppy link. Fabulous haircut, cape swooped over one shoulder with the gorgeous coloring, contrasting belt-- he knows color schemes way too well, he could be in project runway.

"Not the leader type? Sure he's too busy worrying about fabric swatches. Views the master sword as a blessing? Yeah, I bet he does."

Very confidently decided his Zelda is a beard.

[brucewaynehater101]

In the delegation who has come to earth to take care of their baby emperor yes the cloth that is impervious to slash and piercing damage is absolutely difficult and expensive to create and the amount the imperial wardrobe person brought it probably worth enough to buy a small moon but it's worth it because it's to protect their emperor and their emperor's consorts!

Tim and his life partners will agree to have the cloth used in their costumes because of the usefulness of it but it's going to be used as a lining or sandwiched between other cloth of different colors because this imperial cloth that's impervious to so much damage only comes in the brightest neon colors imaginable and trying to dye it some darker color actually makes it brighter. Tim and Bart both take the pink lining. Cassie has dibs on the blue lining and Kon gets the yellow. Dick will be allowed use of the imperial fabric if he agrees to collaborate with the imperial wardrobe master on a design for upper class fashion. Dick, at some point, will be invited to an imperial fashion design school, as a guest lecturer. Duke will also be allowed imperial fabric and is considered Dick's protege.

The imperial wardrobe master always wrinkles their nose around Batman. They feel Batman's cape and cowl could absolutely be improved with strategic rhinestones or subtle use of sequins. Superman is considered borderline acceptable but the wardrobe master thinks he could benefit from a jacket rather than a cape, like beloved imperial consort super. Diana is flawless in any version of her uniform she cares to wear since it seems, in the eyes of the wardrobe master, to be in honor of beloved consort wonder. They also appreciate her tiara. Flash is also seen as acceptable since they too wear something that echoes beloved consort impulse.

I love the implications of this that the imperial wardrobe master (and, by extension, maybe the whole empire) see the older generation of heroes as getting their inspiration from the imperial consorts. They don't consider the idea that YJ took the outfit ideas from their mentors. No. It's obvious that the mentors wanted to imitate their mentees.

[beegomess]

Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

Don't forget to watch the previous chapters

21. Somebody's watching me

The weeks passed, and Rony took courage and returned the photo to Theodore's book during a quidditch training. The boy sneaked into Slytherin's locker room, keeping the image back in any book in Nott's closet.

Y/N had already gotten used to the disappearances of Toast, who could now protect himself from other cats. This time, Y/N was barely seen even by her friends, she was really focused on her studies lately, spending hours she had free in the school library, hardly meeting them, with the exception of meals.

- Oh, Y/N, let's go. You're almost not seeing us, you need to distract yourself a little. - Daphne said to her friend as they got ready for class. Daphne and Pansy were inclined to convince the girl to go to Slytherin's Halloween party. Malfoy fixed her tie facing the mirror while the two girls were behind her, with big eyes.

- I'll only go if you promise to stop talking about it. - She answers impatiently, picking up some books on the bed. The two friends celebrated with the answer and went to class.

The girl would obviously go to the party, but she used to cheer up when this date approached. However, this time, she was really so busy worrying about studying the NOM's that she simply forgot the date.

The insistence of her friends, in turn, was given by the pressure that Theodore had been putting on both of them asking if Y/N would go or not, but they would not tell this part, the boy made them promise.

There were few things that could frighten a witch child who usually sees and does bison things in his daily life, however, to maintain a normal school ritual, Hogwarts decorated the school and promoted gymkhanas and a dinner on Halloween nights to keep the playful children alive even in tense moments in the wizarding world with the possible return of Voldemort.

Thus, the classes that day had an atmosphere of anxiety, both for children anxious for games and dinner, and for teenagers anxious for parties in their communities after dinner.

In exchange for some little help in his note, Y/N spent the day helping to organize the games and muggle movies with teacher McGonagall, in addition to practicing her magic by decorating the classrooms and corridors and defining the dessert menu for that dinner.

It was Y/N's idea to show some children's horror movies in some classrooms, however, she didn't think about the boring side of this task when she suggested it. The movie should have a free rating and should not insult the magical world in any way, demonizing them or putting them as bad things, that is, the selection was really difficult and time-consuming, consuming your whole day.

- I hope it's worth having done so many things, I'm dead. - The girl said, throwing herself on the sofa of her communal already decorated by her too.

- Don't worry, she certainly saw your effort. - Astoria tries to comfort the girl.

- Miss. Malfoy! - Snape's flating cape enters the place, making the teenagers present there straighten up.

- Yes? - Y/N gets up and tries to look presentable in her tatted clothes.

- Professor McGonagall told me that you were helping her, so she lent me you to help me today. - Y/N's face flarted into an even worse discouragement. - Miss will be responsible for delivering the letters to Slytherin students today. Wear a costume and introduce yourself in McGonagall's room as soon as possible. - The man was already leaving the place, when she interrupts him.

- Sorry, teacher, but I thought who was responsible for this was Gisela. - Severo turns around, pointing a superior look at the girl, who immediately regretted having questioned him.

- Does Miss want me to ask another student? But he will evidently take all the credit for the points Minerva promised him. - Y/N shrank slightly.

- No, Professor Snape, I'll be there. - Snape looked at her satisfied, leaving and leaving the Slytherin friends alone again. - Merlin, I did everything to not have to deliver these letters. - The girl snorted, turning to Astoria and Mattheo, who accompanied her there. - I'll get ready, I'll meet you at the party after dinner. - The girl said goodbye to her friends and then went to the dormitory she shared with Daphne and Pansy.

[...]

Theodore was coming home from his quidditch training when he found little Toast, next to the door of his room, as if he were waiting for him.

- Hi little friend, what are you doing here? - The boy bends down to take the feline in his lap, who starts purring immediately. Nott decides to take the animal inside his dormitory while taking a shower, after all, the castle was too busy to leave it outside.

Some time later, Theodore thought it was better to take him to Y/N's dormitory and ask her to lock him up at least for that night. Nott walked through the cold corridor of the dormitories, listening to a music increasing in volume as he approached her door. Y/N had put it loud enough to be heard from the shower, but now it wasn't really necessary to be at that volume, since she had already come out of the shower some time ago, just winding up and killing time.

- Y/N! - Theodore used one of his hands to knock on the door, while trying to speak as loud as possible, but it seemed in vain. - Y/N! - he called again, but still no answer. - I'm going in! - The boy then opened the doorknob slowly for fear of seeing some of his friends without clothes. The cat in his hand hid in his chest with the noise that increased when the door was open.

Before looking for anyone in the room, Theodore pointed the wand at the object that emitted the sound, using magic to minimize it, relieving the feline's senses on his lap.

- I thought you were going to get ready later. - Y/N was on her stomach with her legs bent swinging back and forth in the middle of the messy sheets, the girl heard the noise of the door slamming and the sound slowing down not worrying about looking at who it was, after all, it was probably Pansy or Daphne. The girl had a book in her hands and didn't take her eyes off it for a second, after all, she would read just one more page and get ready. Yes, maybe she said that 5 pages ago, but now it would be for real.

Theodore follows the noise of the voice stopping at the girl lying on her own bed without knowing that it was he who had entered, after all, if he had known, he would probably have covered himself. Nott froze when she saw that she wore only a small black lingerie on her lower body and a tight and strapless blouse. Merlin, he was losing control quickly with her lately, and that was the last straw for him to feel his blood boil quickly.

- Uh-hum... - The boy clears his throat, and Y/N widens his eyes freezing completely. Shit, maybe she should have looked back before.

- Oh, hi, Teddy. - The girl turns around and sits on the bed, trying not to look nervous about his presence there. - I see you found Toast, where was he? - Y/N had a gentle smile as she got up to pick up the cat on her lap.

Theodore took a long time to answer, the boy was focused on Y/N's body so close to him and later his hips swaying slightly as she moved away with the cat to where her food was, turning her back to him. Y/N lets out an anal laugh when she turns to him again and notices Theodore's trance, who in turn felt his pants tighten a little more than before.

- He was in my hallway. - Nott decided to answer before she got closer, the boy didn't want to look weak, but it was too late. Y/N was no longer feeling embarrassed, and she liked the fact that she left Theodore unconverted so easily. - Well, I have to go.

- But so soon? - Y/N got a little closer with an innocent smile on her face.

- I'll see you later, Y/N. - Nott just left and slammed the door.

Theodore quickened his pace, walking quickly and only stopping when he was locked in his room completely alone. "Damn, why did I act like that?" was one of the frequently asked questions in his mind now.

Would Y/N be the first girl to make Theodore Nott really nervous?

[...]

The heels of the white boots echoed in the corridor while the long sleeves of the lilac dress that opened like a subtle bell mouth on the wrists flocked with the walking movement, the Y/N skin goosebumps from time to time with the wind she felt coming in through the V-neckline that revealed enough of her bust, the green scarf around her neck was too thin to really warm something.

The other accessories, such as the tiara of the same color as the dress, just adorning the hair and pearl earrings, gave the answer about what Y/N dressed up on that Halloween. The agreement between her and Pansy was to go from characters from a Muggle cartoon, however, popular among wizards as children. Pansy would go to Velma while Y/N was to Daphne from Scooby Doo.

The girl already occupied her post at a table at the exit of the Great Hall. Letter delivery was a common activity in events like this in Hogwarts. A mailbox was at the door of each communal room, receiving anonymous letters to the wizards of that house. The letters went to the mailbox magically, that is, it was always full.

However, what Y/N discovered later was that things changed at the last minute, and she would just stay at a table waiting for people to pick up the letters destined for her, since all the letters from all the houses would be distributed by her, and in the end, if any letters were left, she would go after the people delivering them personally, this meant free access to all the houses for one night.

- Many letters for me? - Pansy supports both arms of the table and Y/N sees that the girl is finally tidy. She didn't even see the time pass, with the amount of people she talked about until that moment.

- Wow, you look wonderful, Pans!

- A real hot nerd, isn't she? - The brunette boasts in a joking tone.

- Absolutely yes. - Y/N gets up, turning around the table, waving to Neville Longbottom, who would be in her place for a few minutes if she needed to eat or go to the bathroom. - Let's have dinner, in a little while I need to go out there delivering the millions of letters that were left. - The two girls entered the great hall as soon as Naville takes his post at the table.

Y/N hasn't seen Theodore since the incident in his room earlier. At this point, the three girls laughed about it while Y/N told Pansy and Daphne, who was already waiting for them at the place, about the strange way Nott reacted to her.

After dinner, the girl took the leftover cards and went to the communal ones, after all, at this time the parties with drinks and loud music were already starting in the houses, which means that probably no one would come for letters. And it was through the girl's entrance to the Gryffindor communal that Fred and George gave simultaneous nudges to Rony who was sitting between the two brothers on the couch. For Y/N, it was really different to see the Gryffindor communal so full, dark and noisy, in addition to the clear and well-known smell of alcohol.

Rony's eyes shone when he saw her coming towards him with a gentle smile, for him, it was as if she was walking in slow motion. In fact, she had a pile of cards for some Gryffindors.

- Something for me, dear? - Fred asked cheekily, which made Y/N frown in confusion for the nickname, but she shuffled some letters and took out two envelopes delivering them to the red-haired boy.

- For you too. - She hands an envelope to George, taking four more and looking around. - Where is Potter?

- I can give it to him. - Rony gets up trying to get the girl's attention.

- I have express orders to deliver by hand. - Y/N pulled the letters to himself. - However, I imagine you know where he is.

- Of course, follow me. - Rony grabbed the girl's hand, crossing the excess of people there.

- They grow up so fast. - Fred sighs with a malicious smile to George, who just laughs at the insinuation.

Y/N delivered the letters to Harry and Hermione who was next to him had also received them.

- Who sent you this? Yourself? - Rony disdains the girl who looks at him possessed, Y/N decided to intrude this time.

- For your information, many boys asked me about Granger today. - Rony immediately shrinks while Hermione strange to be defended by the girl. - Well, I'm on my way. - Y/N moves away from the two boys, but when she gets to Hermione's side, she stops and says something in her ear, stirring up the curiosity of Granger's two friends who watched everything. - Don't let him treat you like that, don't forget that you received three letters today and he didn't receive any. - Y/N whispers and leaves the place. Hermione catches herself laughing at something Malfoy said and immediately composes herself.

[...]

When he finally finished the delivery of the letters, Y/N joined his friends in his communal, meeting some students from other houses on the way to his group. Theodore wasn't there, but Y/N decided to enjoy the party anyway. The girl drank and drank a little more.

Y/N hadn't realized that Theodore had already arrived and was watching her from afar, the boy wasn't even close to his friends. He was just leaning against a wall drinking without taking his eyes off her. Y/N had a marijuana cigarette given by Riddle between his lips while having fun and laughing while dancing with Draco a song that apparently both knew the whole lyrics.

At a certain moment, the girl saw him and approached him with those eyes that could consume him quickly. Nott still wouldn't admit it, but he would do anything if she asked nicely. She no longer had the cigarette between her lips, only the smell of the drug mixed with the girl's perfume intoxicated Theodore's thoughts in a few seconds.

Nott was surprised by the naturalness with which she ran her hands inside her jacket, looking directly into her eyes with a face of someone who was plotting something.

- Theo, can I ask you something? - The girl says next to Nott's ear, which made him shiver, but nod positively. - Why did you leave my room so quickly today? - Y/N had a face as if it were an innocent question, but his body denounced his intentions.

The soft lip between the teeth released slowly, the eyes up reaching every expression of Theodore. And, noticing that he was hypnotized again without answering, she lowers her hands to the bar of the white shirt that the boy wore under the leather jacket.

- Didn't you like what you saw? - She provokes more, this time with her hands dragging through the hot and tense body that she wanted so much at that moment. Theodore sighs and smiles maliciously in response.

- Do you really want to know? - He grabbed Y/N's hips harder, turning her and resting her back on his chest, squeezing where his hands used to rest, and pulling her body closer to his, causing her to sigh with the growing pressure in her ass. The girl nodded positively to Theodore's question, anxious to feel her breath so close to the skin of her neck. However, she realized that Pansy was approaching the two, but that was just another reason for Theodore to provoke her. - You were wearing tiny panties and a blouse that seemed to be almost opening so tight that it was on your breasts, Y/N. And fuck, your perky ass like that made me imagine that you were waiting for me, love. - Y/N swallowed dryly when she felt her legs melt and her panties soak, while Theodore seemed to get more and more pressed against her. Merlin, that was too much.

Pansy didn't come to talk to her, she just passed by Y/N, which made her sigh in relief. The girl turned again to Theodore, who approached her mouth to kiss her, but she walked away and just brushed her lips lightly.

- Teddy... - It came out almost like a whisper against his mouth.

- Tell me what you want me to do, love. - Theodore moved his hair away from Y/N's neck, distributing light kisses there, going back up to the girl's ear again. - I'll do anything you want, love, just say it.

- Merlin, Theo, I just want you to fuck me until I forget my name, please... - Y/N had a pulsating need under the dress, which made her say things she wouldn't say at other times. Theodore smiled against her skin, moving away and staring into her eyes.

- But maybe another time, amore mio. - Theodore put a lock of hair behind her ear, which had a more confused face every second. - Well, now you know how I felt earlier today, don't you?

Y/N formed a frown on his face, but quickly set up a plan in his mind. She wasn't going to wait long to get what she wanted.

- All right. - Nott was surprised by her quick acceptance, getting one foot behind her. - Can you take me to bed, then? - The girl asks with her big eyes again. - I'm so tired. - She pretended a yawn.

Theodore nods and passes his arm around the girl's waist as they head to her dormitory talking and laughing. Nott just didn't know that that night was reserved especially to make him feel uncomfortable in his own clothes.

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[stealingpotatoes]

last 4 jedi au asks!

got a fair few last 4 jedi asks so theyre getting their own askpost!!!!! all below cut:

i think cal's trying to smooth things over with:

anon dude this is perfect this is exactly them. 10/10 you're getting an A* in last 4 jedi class i'm in awe at how accurate you got it

VERY GOOD QUESTION!!!! i think it's difficult to convince Din to wear anything that isn't his really basic flightsuit armour and cape. it was hard enough trying to get him to wear a cape more worthy of the Mand'alor nobody's pushing their luck w a poncho

rey would ABSOLUTELY wear a poncho but ben is too emo you're right. it doesnt fit his gothgirl aesthetic

cal is BABY!!!!! the babiest!!!! yes im aware he's a fully grown 23yo man in JS and he has facial hair n stuff but. he's still baby. very fair mistake to make

@a-rebellious-waffle HUGE fan of nontraditional lightsaber combat class, spread the gunsaber propaganda my boys!!! but DAMN this is so indepth omg!!!!!!!!! you have all the fancy lightsaber form names n stuff!!!!!!!! this is so impressive omg!!

@just-prime LMAO you know what go merrin. keeping the jedi safe as she should!!! i don't think anyone should let a skywalker have nightsister magic, they're already half eldritch beings having magic would just ruin the safety of the galaxy loll

[inky-duchess]

Can a King just invent a whole new rank of the nobility if they want to? I have a King that is short of some readies and he comes up with a scheme of selling off titles, but to prevent the existing nobles from being too up in arms, he invents a new layer between the nobles and middle classes so he can sell some titles to the richer and more respectable merchants and bankers. Is that feasible? What sort of minor perks can the King throw in to make it not look like so much of a scam, like freedoms of a city or some sort of fancy sumptuary law like the right to wear peacock feathers in ones cape or something like that? Obviously he doesn't want to give anything of actual value, the idea is the money flows to him and not the other way around. How would these minor City Lords be viewed by the rest of society too, would they be accepted?

Yes, he can. And many monarchies did resort to this. He can offer them all the privileges you mentioned at more such as entry to events and perks like educational benefits. At first there would be friction between the new money and the old guard but they would eventually meld together

[moony-2001]

Lore Olympus ep. 256 critique

A note from last episode

One thing I forgot to mention in my last episode critique is why would Apollo even be allowed to take the throne? Hera still exists. Zeus has brothers who could step up. Other legitimate children. Obviously, Apollo is the “de facto” ruler for the sole reason that the plot needs to be driven forward somehow, but realistically Apollo would be, like, the last person who’s allowed to step up. Speaking of which, where is Artemis? She knows what Apollo is like. Why doesn’t she step up if they’re letting literally anyone rule?

Ah, yes, of course. Our fearless protector of women, everyone. I have so many things I could say about Artemis and her portrayal in this comic but for the sake of keeping this post relatively short, let's move on.

The fucking nightie

Oh. My. God. The nightgown.

I literally had to put down my phone when I first saw her in this. The rage I felt and still feel when I look at her.

Persephone is a queen and she just found out her brother-in-law/supreme ruler is in critical condition after being poisoned with a "mystery substance". Jfc have a little decency. And I don't want to hear "Oh WeLl ShE oBvIoUsLy DiDn'T hAvE tImE tO cHaNgE" or "sHe DoEsN't HaVe AcCeSs To ClOtHiNg" because she so obviously did. Hades is wearing a full-ass suit. She had time to cut her hair and "accessorize" with a stupidly oversized hat and cape. She is a QUEEN. She has access to all the clothing she could possibly want. Persephone has no excuse for showing up in a skimpy little nightgown.

I just-

Persephone is not a good queen

Let’s be real here. Persephone is a terrible queen. What have we, as readers, actually seen her do for the betterment of the underworld.

She doesn't even follow through on her "promise" to help with the influx of the dead. Instead, she focuses on her own personal problem of her powers taking a massive shit because of a deal she made with an unknown being (which was her own choice). I mean, who could've foreseen the consequences of making a shoddy deal with being you've literally had no previous interactions with. Not me, that’s for damn sure /s

Let's see what Persephone has done thus far leading up to and during her reign as queen:

terrorized lower-class citizens

caused the return of Kronos

caused a child deity to be held hostage/abused by Kronos

Tartarus being controlled by Kronos (caused by Persephone)

the mortal realm dying

still hasn't established Elysium

verbally abused recently deceased mortals because they're confused and haven't provided a resounding yes to help with... whatever it was she was trying to do.

lots of sex

letting 2 beings who have no business listening to a leadership meeting listen in anyways because it's "background noise"

Yep, all the actions of a great queen.

Also, side note, when have we ever seen Hecate be nosey? Please correct me if I'm wrong, but Hecate has pretty much always looked out for her best interests and tried not to get involved in others' drama. Am I surprised that Rachel is changing a character's personality? No. Am I disappointed? At this point, also no. Let's continue on.

The meeting

The meeting was certainly… something. I will say I loved Apollo getting his shit rocked by Ares. But after that, Apollo says this:

I mean... he's kinda right? Yes, it was all a big ploy to get specifically Persephone there, but Apollo isn't wrong. Persephone does have a habit of hiding in the underworld and letting Hades deal with her shit instead of facing her problems head-on. Yet another fantastic trait to tack onto her resume as queen.

And on that note, we circle back to the beginning of this post. After Hades has his big-boy temper tantrum, Athena and Amphitrite rightfully point out a few things:

Athena is right, Apollo has no claim to the throne, not when Hera is still around and especially not as a bastard child of Zeus. In terms of a line of succession (especially since all of his children excluding Hebe are grown), Athena would be the best candidate for this temporary position. She's the goddess of wisdom. Who else could fit this role? Poseidon and Amphitrite are busy ruling the oceans, Hades and Persephone are off doing whatever, Ares is all brawn and no brain, and Hephestus wants nothing to do with his family. I mean, we haven't actually had any kind of serious interaction involving him since like halfway through s2 I'm not counting those 2 little portions in s3 with Aphrodite.

And once again, we have a character that is so close to figuring it out but I guess we can't be affording too many brain cells to Amphitrite since she was to share with all the rest of the characters. Also, rip Aphitrite and all her pretty loops and swirls. I miss the individuality the characters had back in s1.

Before the meeting can continue any further, Demeter bursts in deeply distressed and crying out:

B-bbb-but how can we tell if the mortal realm is actually dying if we don't have a handy little message at the end of the chapter that clarifies whether or not this is a metaphor???? Rachel, you know your audience only has the reading comprehension skills of a kindergartener, how do you expect us to cope??

Sorry lol.

Final thoughts

Surprisingly I found this chapter to be a little short, but I don’t know if that’s just me. Again I wouldn’t say that this chapter is any worse than 255 but it’s not great either, y’all know the drill by this point.

Until my next post! I’m hoping to be all caught up by early next week? And then I can start posting more fun things that aren’t chapter critiques 👀

[looniecartooni]

I head cannon these guys were working on either some sort of Wicked movie or period piece before the attack happened

They could just be auditioning as we never see Mimic outside of his outfit until after he joins the Diamond Cutters (which given the circumstances, I'd imagine would be hard to find) and he's easily kicked out or recognized by name (which I guess could also just be because he's a repeat offender).

But all the actors also appear to either be paupers or aristocrat looking. Mimic and the lead are both wearing brownish clothes that appear to be tattered (Mimic's kind of look more tattered after the attack though) while there's a man wearing a cravat and a lady in a flower hat with very nice clothes (which I also just realized that on close inspection look like Whispers clothes but with a pink cape- holt shoot!)

But there's also characters that don't feel like they fit unless they were possibly working on a time travel movie like the guy wearing a blue vest or the guy with almost the Kermit the frog-looking collar (which granted- these guys could just be stagehands or production workers).

It could be something like Oliver Twist or a time travel sort of thing or some sort of class divide period piece I'd roughly guesstimate to take place in the 1910's or 20's.

But I say it's Wicked or something Wizard of Oz related because I would totally cast this guy as Dr. Dillamond:

This guy is giving major Govenor of Munchkin land vibes:

This guy feels like he would play the wizard (despite his pauper appearance in this piece):

I could maybe see this lady as Madame Morrible maybe:

The camera lady here also gives major Wizard of Oz vibes- I'm just saying:

Although- given the clothes on Mimic and who appears to be the lead, I wanna say that they would be both... connected somehow in the narrative of the in-universe show? Clearly the bat guy would have gotten the spotlight more as someone *cough cough* was very determined to take his place during this rehearsal, shooting, or audition this is (the greenscreen and camera and people being mildly annoyed by Mimic like they're used to him being a butthead suggests that they are actively working on something).

Vest guy looks like he can see Mimic about to act out and being like "please don't":

That or everyone is reacting to bat guy getting the lead.

I think my brain zig zagged a little bit on this post lol. Anyways- my point is: I would totally cast these guys in a Wicked play or movie- including Mimic. Would a story regarding the human oppression of animals be fitting in Sonic's world? Probably- especially given the GUN and stuff. Would a period or time travel piece be possible? Yes- absolutely. Can I tell if these guys are auditioning or actively making a movie? No I can not.

[danifies]

Stuck To you.

❝TAGS❞ gn!reader is a nerd and is a fan of Newt Scamander (self-indulgent 🫂); bf Daniel on this one, fluff, one kiss (on the cheek)

"Do I have to wear.. this?" Y/n nods, a smile on their lips. "Yes, Daniel, it's Halloween!" He lets out a deep sigh, tugging at the cape of his costume. "I feel silly. I don't think I was made to be a vampire." He looks at them, adding the finishing touches to their costume.

"And do tell what you are," He grumbled, staring at the blue trench coat under it, a beige vest. "For your information, Mr. Count Daniel. I'm Newt Scamander, the best magizoologist." They beam proudly before babbling again, "And look!" They pull a bowtruckle out of their coat. "Professor Longbottom, let me borrow a bowtruckle!"

What a nerd they were. "So you get to be a magizoologist, and I have to be a vampire." He crosses his arms at them. "what? I think you look rather dashing as a vampire?" Daniel's face erupts into a crimson similar to his hair. "Yeah... whatever. Aren't Lottie and Ivy waiting for us?" He mumbles out weakly, avoiding all eye contact.

Y/n simply smiles at their vampire boyfriend, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek before stealing away his hand and dragging him out of the common room.

authors note this as an apology for the story I never posted... I'll get around to it. It's almost done (っ◞‸◟c) physics is testing my will power to not drop the class, but anyways enjoy!!

[flashlight-sticker]

Day 4 - Free day

“I’ll be there in five”

Francis pressed ‘send’ as he walked down the street, his cape waving in the air slightly, the sun setting quickly, Matthew and Alfred following him suit.

He could hear Alfred say something about the monsters that are suddenly allowed out of “the other world” on the night of the 31st and he couldn’t tell who was screaming afterwards, Matthew who was scared, or Alfred, whom Matthew slapped because he scared him.

Francis turned sharply, hand on his hip, looking at the two sternly.

“Boys!” The kids stopped and looked right back at Francis, waiting for the next instructions. “If you misbehave - we’re not gonna go trick or treating.”

“Nooo!” Alfred whined looking at Francis pleadingly.

“But, dad! You promised!”

He did. The whole thing wasn’t something he was familiar with, not even slightly, but the kids were really looking forward to it and wouldn’t stop pestering him about “What costume will you wear?” (Werewolf. Yes, Alfred, with the tail and tears, too) or “What sweets do you think we’re gonna get? How many?” (Many. Because you’ve been good, right?) or “You’re not gonna ask for any?! What’s the point then?!” (Well…uh…) or even “Do you think Alistair can come?” (I’ll ask him).

Alfred and Matthew had very different approaches to persuading him to participate. While Alfred just bluntly stated what he wanted, or kept pleading and doing those puppy-eyes that he knew Francis couldn’t refuse, Matthew proved just how similar the two were by implying things. Like that one lunch when, after being picked up from school, he sadly picked at his food and when Francis asked what the deal was, he received an “all the kids in my class are going trick or treating” in return. Or when he hinted that “all the kids’ parents in his class” are gonna be dressed up, while roaming the streets (Francis doubted that even half of them participated in the affair). Or when he dreamily said that it would be much more fun if Alistair tagged along and that “it would be much more interesting for you too if he came, right, Papa ?”

Francis sighted half-heartedly, a smile on his face already.

“Yeah, I did promise.” He reached his hands out for the boys to grab onto “Let’s go.”

***

The closer they got to Alistair’s house, the more giddy Alfred and Matthew got, the excitement for the future sweets only increasing with every passing second. And, honestly, Francis was quite glad that they were approaching the building himself. Mainly because Alfred has talked his ear off already. Also, because he was curious to see what costume Alistair put on, but that’s not as important.

Francis pushed the handle of Alistair’s front door easily, the surprisingly dark hallway opening to him, a cold light flickering in the living-room directly across the corridor. He frowned.

“Alistair?” He called out into the darkness. Silence.

Francis groaned, pushing his shoes off, Alfred and Matthew standing behind him, either patient or scared.

“C’mon, get out, this isn’t funny.” He waved his hands vaguely, as if the other could see him. Still no reply and the apartment felt too cold and empty. “Alistair?”

Francis entered the living room and immediately felt how he was jumped on, hands grabbing his waist and a “BOO!” being shouted out rather loudly.

“AAA!” Francis shrieked and heard a pair of voices match his own, after which he felt the Scotsman’s chin on his shoulder, laughing. “ALISTAIR!”

The said man let go of him, shaking his head slightly, a mask covering his face, turning the light on in the corridor. Francis hit his shoulder.

“Ouch?” He took off the furry mask, but the smile didn’t leave his face and he raised his hands. “It’s not my fault that you get scared so easily!”

Now that he was standing right in front of him and didn’t try to scare the shit out of him, Francis could look at the other’s outfit properly.

And, just as expected, its end goal wasn’t to impress someone with its beauty.

Alistair was dressed pretty casually, although his trousers were tighter than usual. Black jeans, a dark (disgusting) green shirt, a pair of knee-length, worn boots at the door that, Francis assumed, will go with the rest of the clothing, but — God — the mask. It was too realistic for his liking, looking too much like an actual wolf’s head, the grey fur appearing too natural, the glass eyes staring into Francis’ soul. A wulver. Of course Alistair dressed up as a wulver.

However, he didn’t have much time, as Alistair almost immediately turned to the kids.

“Hi!” He kneeled down and the two boys run up to him quickly, giggling and shouting out their greetings. Francis watched them high-five each other. Alistair ruffled Alfred’s hair and Mathew’s right after. “And what are you two dressed as?”

“I’m a zombie!” Alfred shouted out, as energetic as always.

“Vampire.” After which Matthew showed off his fangs.

“Wow!” Alistair closed his eyes, mimicking shock “I sure hope you won’t eat me!”

Francis leaned onto the wall with his shoulder, observing the chatter, the laughter and the excited faces of the kids.

***

“Dad! Dad!” Alfred yelled out from afar, waving his hand in the air. Once he was positive that he got Francis’ attention, he pointed at the next house and, receiving a nod, dragged Matthew to it.

He heard Alistair chuckle from behind and threw him a glance.

“Your kids are lovely”

Francis smiled widely, showing his teeth. “I know.

He looked towards the place from which the chanting of ‘Trick or Treat?!’ could be heard.

“They’re the best.”

“Nice fangs, by the way.”

Francis felt his face flush at the mention, remembering the piece of plastic that he stuck upon Matthew insisting on it.

“Well, the look would be incomplete otherwise, no?”

“Hm, I think you look great regardless” Francis felt Alistair’s hand on his hip, much gentler this time, which only deepened the flush on his face. He faced Alistair fully and smirked.

“That’s a lot coming from you, mon coeur.” He traced the outline of Alistair’s jacket lightly, looking in his green eyes. Francis dropped his eyes to the stitches quickly, a playful smile remaining “You clearly put a lot of work into the costume.”

“Didn’t you just say that I look good even without it?”

They locked eyes and Francis whispered :

“I’m dying to see you without it, Alistair.”

***

It was somewhat past eleven and Francis was absolutely exhausted; unlike Matthew and Alfred, who have probably gotten a sugar overdose and were now running around the house while he plumped into an armchair.

Typically he’d ask for the kids to put away their jackets, arrange their shoes properly, brush their teeth before bed… absolutely not the case today.

Francis leaned further into the cushion, eyes closing, his muscles finally relaxing and — CRASH!

He heard glass hit the floor, yelling, and rapid footsteps towards the kitchen.

“THAT WAS ALFRED!”

“NO IT WASN’T?!”

He let out a sigh. It seemed that his headache won’t loosen up any time soon.

“Boys, boys!” He could almost see Alistair waving his hands in a cross, diffusing the argument. “It doesn’t matter who did it.”

With that much he agreed. Whatever it is they broke, probably wasn’t too valuable and he wasn’t in the mood for a lecture.

The rest of the dialogue was in much quieter tones, so he could only guess what was happening. Whatever it was, it resulted into the two boys running past him towards their bedroom, Alfred shouting at him something about a “bedtime story”.

The noise of the vacuum cleaner, some cursing in Gaelic and some sound in between a groan and a moan and Alistair came into the room, wrapping his hands around Francis’ chest, eyes closing, chin dropping on his shoulder. Francis leaned into the hug, observing the Scot through half-lidded eyes.

“What was that about?” he whispered.

“Mmm…” Alistair leaned his head to the side “They were running around and broke some cup.”

There was a few seconds of silence, in which the two of them simply enjoyed the privacy they got.

“You promised them a story before bed?”

Alistair hummed again, untangling himself from Francis.

“I should probably go,” he scratched Francis’ head behind the wolf ears and continued with barely suppressed glee “kitten.”

Francis snorted, immediately waving Alistair away.

“Oh, shut it!”

[painedpen]

Hi, i wanted to ask about your Mondo Oowada headcanons and platonic pairings :) i want to hear a rant, so dont worry about rambling

Okay so I’ve already answered an ask about my Mondo hcs, so now we’re gonna talk about my Kiyotaka hcs because he’s my second specialest little guy.

Fluff:

- Taka only really relaxes when he’s at home. He lets himself slouch and put his feet up while he works on a project. His manner of speech is much more casual when talking to his father. All around it’s the only time he can truly be peaceful.

- Takaaki’s grandfather came to the country from Spain, and thus the whole family is fluent in Spanish. This, of course, includes Taka. He speaks so fast it’s almost impossible to understand him when he’s speaking Spanish.

- His dad read somewhere that ear piercings could help soothe migraines, and decided to take Taka to get a couple for his birthday. Taka refuses to wear his ear cuffs anywhere outside the house, but he likes them because they make for good tactile and audio stims.

- Obviously autistic. Like c’mon.

- He is Very Normal about martial arts and weaponry. He researches extensively, and practices extensively as well. Because of this, he has a bizarrely wide knowledge of how to kill or seriously maim people.

- He actually spars with Sakura quite a bit. While he definitely can’t beat her, she enjoys that Taka is a bit more of a challenge than other people.

- Because of poverty and such, he was never able to afford good ingredients, so he only knows how to cook very basic dishes. He’s the best at making those basic dishes, though.

- You want ramen but don’t have the energy to make it yourself? Go to Taka, cause his ramen will have you meeting God so you can spiritually high five Her.

- You do have to specify not to put a crazy amount of spices in it though. He and his dad have so much spice tolerance it’s honestly concerning.

- He tries so hard to be well behaved, but growing up with Takaaki has had its side effects. Taka’s startle response is to excessively swear in Spanish. He’s mortified with himself every time.

- Honestly he’s so much more chill when he’s not in a professional environment. If you’re not at school or work he doesn’t give a shit if you swear or whatever. Just don’t do it in front of kids and he’s fine.

- Protesting king. Oh, it’s against the rules for people to wear their pride pins? Guess who’s walking down the halls wearing a rainbow flag as a cape? It’s Kiyotaka Ishimaru, motherfucker.

- Has probably been detained before due to involvement in protests. He’s always peaceful, but if the attending officers get a bit too eager, he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.

- Can leap over an eight-foot-tall fence in a single bound, and will at the slightest hint of provocation.

- If he’s too focused on his work, the filter between his brain and mouth will forget to work. It’s honestly so entertaining because he’ll just say whatever comes to mind, no matter how insulting or rude it is.

Angst: (CW for Violence, Child Abuse, Scars, Eating Disorders)

- Okay here we fuckin go.

- Taka has more scars than anyone else in his class. Some are from his grandfather (more on that later), but most of them are from his grandfather’s enemies.

- As everyone has already guessed, Toranosuke wasn’t all that great to Taka. He would spend weekends babysitting sometimes, and would force Taka to study for days.

- He would lock Taka in his room and wouldn’t let him out until he decided that Taka had done enough. Sometimes Taka would go the whole weekend without any food.

- At one point, Taka tried to sneak out to get something to drink, but his grandfather caught him. Long story short, that’s how he got that huge scar on his shoulder.

- Taka dissociates while he studies now. He absorbs the information, but he’ll be mumbling to himself about “yes, sir… I’ll do better, sir… sorry sir…” even though no one else is in the room with him.

- This boy has had more pints of coffee than hours of sleep in his lifetime.

- He will mix black coffee and five hour energy and down the whole thing in under a minute. Everyone who knows him worries for his health.

- He obviously struggles with nightmares, so he’ll study or work out to avoid sleeping most nights. He normally stays awake until he collapses from exhaustion.

- Touch used to be a huge No for him. Even Takaaki could barely pat him on the shoulder for a long time. When Makoto first held his face, Taka started sobbing.

- Sometimes he’ll genuinely forget that people can be kind. When he sees someone doing something nice for him or others, it kinda knocks the breath out of him because “That’s so strange… I forgot people had the capacity for it…”

- Will straight up not eat for days. He got so used to being without food as a child that having three meals a day will actively make him sick.

- He does not trust teachers in the slightest. He’ll be respectful to them, but he’d rather bite off his own tongue than ask one for help.

- This is mainly because of his middle school days. Other students would beat him to a pulp, and the teachers would just stare at him, in a puddle of his own blood, and walk away.

- There was one teacher who did something worse than that, but I don’t feel comfortable going into details at this moment. Use your imagination, it’s probably as bad as you think.

Platonic Pairings:

Kiyotaka + Sayaka:

- I’m so smart for this just let me explain.

- Sayaka asked him to teach her how to do several Latin dances, and they’ve been best friends ever since.

- They really relate to each other in the sense that they both have had to work extremely hard in order to achieve their goals. They both believe that hard work can achieve anything.

- The entire idol group loves Taka, but Sayaka is the only one he sees everyday.

- He hangs out with the lot of them very often, and they help him loosen up a bit.

Kiyotaka + Aoi:

- This one is so obvious.

- Hina is Colombian, so she was ecstatic to find another Spanish speaker in her class. She constantly clowns on Kiyotaka’s accent though.

- They’re both so passionate about the things they care about it’s so cute to watch them interact.

- I think Taka is one of the only people that can keep up with Hina’s energy level consistently.

Kiyotaka + Kyoko:

- They are childhood friends.

- Think about it. Taka’s dad is a detective, so is Kyoko’s grandfather. Kyoko’s grandfather is too smart to fall for the whole “all Ishimaru’s are evil blegh!” thing.

- I’m saying they hung out when they were little. I’m right too.

- Taka helps Kyoko express her emotions more clearly while Kyoko helps Taka calm down and focus his mind.

Kiyotaka + Peko:

- Top tier sword bros.

- Taka saw Peko training one day and promptly decided that she was the coolest person to ever exist.

- Peko admires his true passion for the art of swordplay. He reminds her of herself when she was younger.

- I’m making Peko sound like an old woman here please excuse me.

- Taka admires her so much it’s so cute. He calls her Shishou until Peko asks him to stop. After that he sticks to Peko-Senpai.

Kiyotaka + Gonta:

- Sobbing crying throwing up punching the air.

- Gonta wants to be a gentleman and Taka is one of the best people to go to for lessons in etiquette.

- They are autistic together.

- Gonta calls Taka Senpai exactly one time. Taka starts crying cause he’s so honored. Gonta thinks he hurt Taka’s feelings. He never calls Taka Senpai again.

- Taka liked bugs as a kid, and still kinda does, so he and Gonta get along so well.

*Insert autism creature Yippee sound byte*

[xhanelia]

I loved the take you made for transmasc reader because yes, so. PART TWO (this is the same anon btw, please tell me how tf is it 4:29 AM whenever I get into a writing or reading mood? Pure luck :,))

Anyway, wishing you the best and don't forget to take breaks! (I might make a full series of requests because I am too drained out to write this myself sorry)

I literally wrote everything and decided to take a break bcs this year is my last and i need to study then when i came back, i realised that tumblr did not saved any of my work. I feel like i just lost a child of mine 💀

Anyway, sorry for the delay, dear anon. I hope you like it. And i am so grateful that you still follow my posts.🖤

Sova headcannons with trans-masc reader part 2

I am so fucking mad that tumblr did not saved any of my work. I DO NOT REMEMBER ANYTHING I WROTE THIS LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO.

Ok time for improvise. In the math class.

If there is a chance to choose his partner for a mission, he will choose you if not anthing specificly needed. He likes your presence near him. It calms him down.

But if you get hurt, he will blame himself. He says he is sorry and its his fault that you got shot with his more fatal wounds while Sage heals both of you. You look him up and down with a brow raised as if you are judging him how he manages to think about you while he is in this situation.

Will make dad jokes just to piss you off.

Normaly he does not laughs at his jokes. Mostly at your reaction. But one time you did a dad joke to him during a mission and he let out a snort. The enemy bullet nearly hit his forehead.

Sage scold you both. Definitely.

Phoenix and Jett insisted to hear the joke and when you told them, even Sage let out a little giggle.

Will make your drink of choice when he goes to the kitchen to get his. Just a form of care.

He will let you make masks on his face if you insist. Even wearing a bunny bandana to keep his hair away. He does get pulled into the "girls night" in the HQ sometimes so he is used to that. (Sova, Omen and Phoenix are one of the girls. Well, i will definately wrote this to an HQ headcannons post.)

If he sees you talking with Chyper, he will get jelaous. Not like he will grab you by your arm and pull you away from him. Its more like he will side eye you both while you two have a conversation.

If Chyper gets tilted by him, after the coversation he will talk to Sova. "You know their 'secrets' right?" "I know them more than you could ever." (Insert the grumpy cat sova picture.)

He will chase you everywhere in the HQ if you steal his cape. This man runs like Usain Bolt with those legs and height of his but he will match your speed for afew minutes just to have fun. Then it is over like a jumpscare.

You can cling onto him like a sloth. He wont even budge. Looking down at you with a confused face as if "wtf are u doin?"

He is bad at video games so if you want to play with him, you'll need to teach him first. He tries his best but he still loses. Its like he does that on purpose at this point. He much prefers to cheer for you when you and Gekko have a tournament between.

He is willing to share his babushkas food with you. You are that important to him. And he will be proud if his babushka and you have a good realitionship. Even if its just from the screen.

He is the sweetest man alive. Biggest support for you and a relaible friend at most. We love him 🥰

[weixuldo]

The Sith Lord’s Ingeneue// Ch 4

Vader x Reader

A/N: hey guys!! i have not forgotten abt this story haha, i have the final chapter written so now it’s a matter of filling the plot to get it to that point lol, thank you guys for all of the support and staying with me through chaotic times!!

Insecurities and doubt shroud you and the Sith Lord that you are fraternizing with

Warnings: cannon typical violence, death, cursing, abuse

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You woke up disoriented.

You didn’t remember going to bed; wait, this wasn't your bed. Where were you?

You slowly propped yourself up in the circular bed and looked down. A long, thick black cape was laid over your body. You examined the fabric closer, it seemed to be a unique blend, it was thick but not too warm.

You slowly got out of bed and made your way to a vanity on the other side of the room. There was a familiar envelope waiting on the dresser. 

Oh, right.

Your heart began to quicken as you remembered where you were and who brought you there. You remembered the “shrine” and began to panic. 

No. 

F/N, you need to calm down. What if he sensed your discomfort?

You knew you had to play the game until you fully understood your situation. 

You continued to read the letter, inside it gave directions on what to do. You were to get dressed then contact him via intercom when you were ready.

 He provided you with a new outfit, which was hanging off a hook near the bed. As you took it off the hanger you noticed it was far more elegant than anything the empire ever provided. 

The style reminded you of the beautiful fashion of the upper class on Coruscant when you were younger. The color of the garment was a mixture of soft blues, silvers, creams, and whites. It was honestly gorgeous, a part of you was quite excited to wear it. 

Once you had the outfit on, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You barely even recognized yourself, The beautiful fabric cascaded off of your body and yet, still clung to all the right places, you looked desirable, but still elegant. Never in your life had you had an opportunity to wear such fashion. 

Your curiosity got the better of you and you wanted to get a better look at where you were, so you gathered your confidence as you gripped the door knob to the other room.

Slowly you turned the shimmering knob and silently passed through the doorway. There was a short narrow hall connecting the two rooms, you tip-toed down the hall until you reached an archway into the new room.

You peered inside and saw him.

He stood by what looked like a mechanic’s bench. His back was turned to you, and for the first time you saw him without his cape. You never noticed how broad his back was, he was so large, even without the cape.

You silently watched him tinker with some tools at his table. He pressed some buttons on a panel in the wall and then began to remove his helmet.

Your eyes widened. Under the mask he was pale and scarred. He wasn’t as imposing without his signature covering.

You crept closer to him to try and get a better look at his face, but you bumped into an end table causing him to whip his head towards you. 

He made a face and stood. He held out a gloved hand any soon as you were being lifted in place. He stomped towards you after he put his helmet back on.

“What do you think you're doing?!!?” he demanded. Your eyes were wide and you were shaking.

“I-I’m sorry I was just coming out here to-”

“Did I not tell you to alert me once you were dressed ?”

“Yes-”

“You deliberately disobeyed me!” his voice boomed through the room.

He had you cornered against the wall and you cowered under him, the intense weight of the force still pressing upon your chest. 

“I’m sorry my Lord!” you exclaimed, fear in your eyes as the pressure continued to press on you.

His gloved hand shook, before he quickly released his hold and you fell against the wall, panting. You flinched as the dark figure advanced towards you; he bent down and you shut your eyes.

Instead of a crushing feeling, he gently collected you into his stiff arms and held you tight. His mechanic breathing, rhythmically whirred in your ear. He was so close.

What was his angle?

“I… I apologize”

You pulled back to look into the dark tinted lenses of his helmet, “what?”

“I do not mean to harm you…in any way.” 

He…apologized?

Before you could collect your thoughts to speak, he stood. 

“Come, we should return”

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Weeks went by and the routine of him taking you into the room and working together proceeded. After the incident with his mask, it took him more coaxing to get personal with you, of course he still held you in a higher regard than anyone else, but there was definitely an unspoken barrier.

You know that you were scared and shocked initially, but since you began working under him, he had been understanding and in his own way, sweet. 

You started becoming relatively comfortable with him; sharing your feelings with him and even finding yourself not minding his stoic personality. So, why was he not opening up?

If only you knew it was simply the sith lord’s own insecurities keeping himself from you. As much as he wanted-

No.

Needed you, he couldn't bear the thought of you leaving if you saw his face. 

It was a miracle that you stuck it out through his stunted emotions and brooding personality, so what if his face was the last straw? He couldn't bear if you hated him, he couldn't lose you and he didn’t know if he had it in him to kill you if things went south.

So he kept a decent distance, he still interacted and doted on you (in his own cold way) of course, but he was reluctant to take his helmet off again. As much as you reassured him you wouldn’t run. He wanted to believe your pretty words, but he was so afraid…

You, on the other hand, feared something else; since he became colder after the mask incident and didn’t seem to reciprocate your attempts of opening up you became more concerned for your safety.

What if he was getting over you? What if he was getting tired of you? What if he planned to kill you?

So, when he was on a mission in another system you confided in one of your acquaintances in a higher sector and told them of the odd room Vader and you would retire to. 

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Today he accompanied you to the secluded room and relaxed (as well as a Sith lord could) as you tinkered with some new materials he got for you.

Suddenly a knock was heard on the hidden door on the opposite side of the room and both you and Vader snapped your heads towards the door.

No one knew this place existed, but maybe some people saw Vader coming here to drop off his gifts for you. 

You met the dark lenses of Vader’s helmet and gave him a confused look before he nodded to you and motioned the door open. In came a small squad of troopers who looked very confused.

“is this the door the commander told us to go through?” one said, quite puzzled. 

“What is this place?”

“Maker! Its Lord Vader” another exclaimed

They all spun around to face him as he rose from the chair he had recently occupied. 

Your heart began to palpate as he approached the bunch, you knew of his temper but you could also tell these troopers were genuinely confused and made an honest mistake. 

You prayed that he wouldn’t hurt them, you really hoped he was becoming more reasonable after spending so much time with you. Maybe you were rubbing off on hi-

Crack

The first trooper in the squad dropped to the floor, his neck bent in an unnatural way. The other three tried to leave, but Vader slid the large steel door crushing the trooper closest to leaving. 

“Vader!” you pleaded.

He snapped his head to you and spoke very matter-of-factly, “These insubordinates should not be in an unauthorized area”.

You shook your head and stood from the bench, “please”.

The two troopers who were left, anxiously looked between you and the Sith parallel to you.

Vader shot you a look that meant for you to shut up, but you continued despite his warning.

“They clearly didn’t mean to come in here.. They didn’t know”

“Y/N do not tell me how to deal with these defectors. I would rather not argue with you, we both know who would win” his deep voice rang.

He was right, he would absolutely destroy you. A part of you broke inside, no matter how much you thought you knew him or how close you thought you were getting, he was still just a violent man and you were stuck in a toxic.. Whatever this weird thing between the two of you was…

Suddenly you felt so small, so helpless… these troopers were being killed because they accidentally entered during Vader and your time… their blood was on your hands just as much as they were on his. The warm feeling of tears ran down your face. 

On the other side of the room, Vader's crimson saber ignited as he neared the two armored men. He glanced your way for a moment and you weakly pleaded one last time before he turned back to the men under him. 

With one strike both troopers were split in half and their lifeless bodies clamored to the floor beneath you.

Vader turned and approached you, his saber still lit. You sobbed and turned your face away as he held the saber uncomfortably close to your neck. 

“Do you not see what I do for you? And yet you are still not contempt.”

What was he talking about? you didn’t ask these troopers to find you and him, you didn’t want him to hate you…

“Your acquaintance in sector 250” he spoke

No.

“It seem that you conspired with her against me”

Maker, No.

“What?” It sounded more like a plea than a question.

‘Don’t lie to me y/n” his voice boomed.

“My Lord, I don’t understand- I-I Never asked her to send anyone, I never said I wasn’t contempt!”

“Well you must have told her some incriminating information to garner her sending a unit here. No one knows about this place but you. And me.” 

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

“And since you enlightened her as to our space, she had to be dealt with accordingly”

No.

“You cannot fathom how extremely fortunate you are that I hold you in such high regards” he spat.

"Now I expect this room to be clean by our next session tomorrow.”

You brushed away your tears and tried to grasp everything that just occurred.

“If you had stayed loyal to me, their lives would have never been in jeopardy,” he spoke and you turned your attention to his helmet

“Their blood is on your hands,” is all he said before retracting his saber and swiftly storming out of the room. 

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a/n: ty for reading and for the future new enigma and allow me are on the way :)

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[bergeronprocess]

10/18/24

I’m thinking a bit more about the themes behind one of this season’s magical girl anime shows, The Stories of Girls Who Couldn’t Become Magicians aka Mahonare.

There is a whole lot to like about this show. It has a really pretty color palette and visual style that feels a bit like a storybook illustrated with watercolor paintings. It’s a magic school show, but without the baggage of that one transphobic lady who wrote that one series of books. It has animals that look cute and make funny noises. The character designs are fun. The opening theme is a bop that gives me 90s anime song vibes and features Puffy - yes, from Hi Hi Puffy Amiyumi!

I think it’s also trying to say something interesting about the value of handcrafting in a technological world. At this magic school, the only students allowed to actually practice magic are these elite students who all seem to have very pointy hair and who all wear extremely dramatic capes, kind of like the students who have earned many Stellas in Spy x Family. They use these notebooks to do magic spells and it seems like the notebooks are computers or something to that effect - the subtitles even refer to an “app” at one point in episode 3.

Our plucky protagonist Kurumi doesn’t get into this elite spellcaster class, even though she was visited by a magician as a child and given one of their notebooks. Instead, she’s in the standard program and everyone around her is telling her she cannot possibly do magic. Only those elite kids can become legally-regulated state licensed magicians, after all. 

Except her quirky teacher Minami Suzuki doesn’t subscribe to this principle. She believes that anyone can do magic by simply mastering the shapes that create the magic and drawing them themselves. (Yeah, she’s basically teaching them geometry. My husband walked into the room at that point and literally said “Oh, that’s magic math” aloud. He caught on to it right away!) She gave all her students magic pens that transform into very Sailor Moon-style scepters for drawing the magic shapes. She can also do a sort of finishing move that combines the 4 elements of magic to calm down weird calamities that keep happening at the school.  

Kurumi has even tried to do some magic already, though not much came of it, but she’s so overjoyed when she does so much as remember the moment. To me, that feels very much like the sense of accomplishment garnered from doing something by hand - whether it’s sewing a messy uneven blanket stitch, taking the first stab at a cross stitch project, trying to bake something complex, attempting to paint a picture, plucking on a guitar, you name it. There is a certain sense of joy that comes from this by-hand approach that you just don’t get through the more technological approaches. Even if it’s not perfect, it’s still a good thing.

In this era of automation and AI, I think that’s a very interesting and good message to send, and I’m very intrigued by this show and I look forward to watching it every week.