#belle french head canons

[oautincorrectquotes]

Belle: Wow, Emma, you're a genius

Emma: Yeah I get called that a lot

Belle: What, genius?

Emma: No, Emma

[worstdroughts]

[ ADELAIDE KANE ] i just saw that BELLE FRENCH arrived in mystic, ct ! they're TWENTY-FIVE and a CANON character from ONCE UPON A TIME. however, you might want to check first because while they've been here ONE YEAR they BELIEVE they have been here their whole lives. make sure to make them feel right at home.

[robo-milky]

Sometimes, you feel like you’re being watched.

The burning gaze of a person unknown, drilling its way into your back, staring into your very soul. It used to make you uneasy, wary, even. Yet you tried your very best not to show it.

Turning around discreetly around every corner, peeking from the corner of your eye. Stealing glances at shadowed nooks and crannies, trying to pinpoint the source of your unease. Remarkably, you’ve never seen anyone, even after all this time.

Not even the smallest glimpse of fabric, or a wayward footprint. Sighing to yourself, you resume your journey. Most stalkers tend to get conceited by now. They think they’re ever so sly, that they let down their guard. They get a little cocky, if to put in it such crude terms.

Unfortunately this stalker seems to be rather skilled in their profession. Despite your annoyance, you find yourself grudgingly admiring the ability of your wonderful little “friend”. Musing to yourself, you hum softly to yourself. A sweet little tune from the depths of your memory. You’ve heard it, somewhere before, but the memory seems determined to evade you.

“À la claire fontaine m'en allant promener

J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle que je m'y suis baignée.”

(As I was walking by the clear fountain,

I found the water so lovely I had to bathe.)

You pause, struggling to remember the next line. Only to hear another voice humming softly along with you. The same sweet little tune in a deep, passionate voice.

“ (refrain) Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, jamais je ne t'oublierai”

((refrain) I've loved you for so long, I will never forget you)

The voice had the richness of fine wine, yet there was something gravelly about it. It intoxicated you, creeping deep into your heart. A siren’s voice, you mused. A wonderful sound that was simply music to your ears.

You could curl up right next to the singer and listen forever, until your body rotted away. It was mesmerising, enchanting… spiriting you away from the present like a prince in a fairy tale.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt a warm breath, waft against the nape of your neck. Before a pair of soft lips pressed against it, gentle and tender. A kiss, like one a gentleman would yield towards a fine lady.

A soft chuckle was laughed as your skin flushed pink, before another kiss was pressed into your skin. But like the meek light from a sunset, the sensation was gone all too soon.

A weight pressed into your shoulder. Turning around, you see a flash of blonde, before those soft, gentle lips press against yours, capturing them in a lovely kiss. A greedy one, where he took every last bit of your air from your lungs like some depraved beast.

Yet the feeling… wasn’t totally unpleasant.

In the middle of it all, you catch a raspy whisper, words spoken ever so softly, just for your ears alone.

“Happy Birthday, Cloche dear.”

Anyways happy birthday from the mage of misery🫶 wishing you a great one!!!!

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

UWAHHHHHH CERUUUUUUU WHAT IS THIS- CLOCHE SINGING ONLY FOR ROOK TO CONTINUE AT THE RIGHT TIME??? THE PECKS BEFORE THE MAIN EVENT?? AND THE FACT THAT THEY FINALLY KISS ON THE LIPS- I’M GONNA LOSE IT- Oof this feels like watching those really long TV shows and finally getting to watch the will-they-won’t-they couple finally get together 😭😭

Ig it’s canon now that Cloche has French nursery songs drilled into her head from Canadian elementary- they pop in there at the worst times (as someone who was once in a half French immersion school- the war flashbacks are real-) But in all seriousness I just love this detail??? I will never not be salty that we were robbed of Rook singing more

Ofc Rook goes out of his way to tail Cloche instead of going to the party like normal people 😩 What is so special that it just can’t be shown to others??? Show off PDA, cowardly huntsman- assert dominance like an alpha— 👁️👁️ /j

Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to write this!! This will now forever be my brainrot- Like holy— I can feel this in my soul, hear it, see it-

Schedule’s tight now but one day….

[utilitycaster]

Wow your Orym tags really are an eye-opener. You are totally right and now I understand the bitterness about this character a little better. I've seen a lot of "...but C3 is supposed to be this and that" takes and I guess a lot of people think they are owed a certain storyline?

Yeah. People feeling as though they're owed a certain storyline is not new nor exclusive to Critical Role; it's been pretty common in fandom for years (see this excellent post that I still think about). But the particular blame being placed on Orym is a fun new twist on this theme.

I'm sure there's people who hate Orym for other reasons; shipping wank is another very common form of entitlement to a particular storyline. I must admit when it comes to Twitter I think some people just yell random lies out into the void to hear their own voice because there is no underlying logic to any of it. But I do think a large number of people who have been blaming Orym for everything for what is now the majority of the campaign are doing so because he has consistetly refused to entertain the idea that Ludinus makes any valid points from the start, and the narrative has pretty much only rewarded him for that.

A lot of people really thought that Campaign 3 "all bets are off" didn't mean like, messing with the narrative structure (they hate when that happens by the way. they acted like Downfall and the Solstice Split and the fact that this has been a very plot-driven campaign rather than one about character backstory are all fucking violations of the Geneva convention the way they carried on, and I say this as a person who can complain) but rather that Critical Role, a D&D-based fantasy, would shed those pesky two previous campaigns of canon (unless of course earlier canon helps them make a point. I truly cannot believe someone made like 5 alts and harassed me and all my mutuals for an entire evening over hypocrisy for...liking one ship more than another when these idiots exist) in order to become some kind of deeply pathetic "French Revolution Except Instead Of Kings It's Gods" historical re-enactment.

We're at the point where like, nothing has validated them and everything they've claimed the gods have done, Ludinus or the Weave Mind have done like, tenfold. As mentioned, the people who were like "oh my god STOP SAYING HUBRIS anyway obviously Bells Hells would NEVER see the gods as relatable" just watched Laudna and Imogen be like "wow, they're flawed and conflicted and a fucked up family just like us." I shit you not, I saw someone criticize FCG's relationship with the Changebringer because "he had to work for it" as if that's not like...how literally all relationships work if you're not an utter black hole of entitled self-absorption. The Kreviris Imperium wants to straight up colonize all of Exandria but they turn a blind eye. There's someone out there talking about putting Rashinna's head on a pike for being willing to endanger the poor Ruidusborn children that...Liliana (probably to some extent coerced by Ludinus to be fair) could have left alone to live out their lives on Exandria. People genuinely channel some anti-abortion "but What About The Disabled Children? Shouldn't Pregnant People Be Forced To Carry And Parent Them" style arguments at Alma's "hey, we have people delay birth for like half an hour so their children don't have The Psychic Migraine Disorder That Made Imogen Possibly Suicidal". The arguments have devolved into "well, canon isn't real" and "but the status quo" as if there aren't ALIENS FROM SPACE SPEAKING AT THE DRAGON VATICAN. How STUPID do you have to be to think that wouldn't change the entire world. Or, to get back to this ask, how desperate are you to maintain the illusion that you are going to get a wish-fulfillment campaign that never once existed? So yeah. They blame Orym because otherwise they have to blame literally the entire cast, and themselves.

[iaminsideyourwalls]

Sorry for the ask so soon after my first one, but really, I would love to hear about any head canons you'd like to share! :O Do you have a favorite merc?

Don’t apologize for asks, I love asks! I even put it in my bio.

You couldn’t ask a parent to pick a favorite child could you??? ;_; (although I do think about sniper every day.) I’ll give you a headcanon for all of them then.

Scout

he retained some French from when he was little. He’s not good at it in general but is a lot better at understanding it than speaking it. He can eavesdrop on Spy but can’t conjugate être. I also like versions of Scout that speak Spanish when people hc his mom as Latina.

Sniper

one of my all time favorite headcanons is Māori Sniper. Also, if you’ve seen this blog you’ll know i believe he’s an autistic king.

Engineer

I know a lot of people tend to portray him as a tender, kind, empathetic guy but I genuinely don’t think he’s ever felt empathy or genuine compassion in his life. Sure he knows how to act sweet and polite and soft and nonthreatening all the time but no matter how long you’ve known him, if you get in his way he’s already designing a new machine in his head to blow you away into the last century.

Demoman

Objectum Demoman is one of my all-time favorites. For real. I will genuinely ship him with eyelander, idgaf.

Soldier

I really love trans soldier headcanons. His transmasc swag is off the charts. It’s hard to come up with hcs for Soldier because he’s so fucking wild you could put him in any situation and it could be true. Lived in a diving bell for two years? Sure. Favorite food is un-husked kernels of wheat? Absolutely. Replaced his dick with his big toe so he could use it to walk? I could go on.

Heavy

during and after he obtained his phd in Russian literature he published a number of fiction books under a pen name. They’re all tasteful romances with subplots of political intrigue. They gained high critical praise and are still moderately popular in bookstores in Russia and some neighboring countries. all the royalties from sales go to his family. He’s also an autistic king.

Pyro

I don’t have many headcanons for pyro because I like keeping the whole mystery. I don’t wonder what’s under the mask or come up with possible names because I think the whole of the character is that mystery. But I will say that as great as unicorns and rainbows and cupcakes are, there’s really nothing Pyro loves more than hanging out with Engie in his workshop and pretending to help.

Medic

as far as my own headcanons, I have a lot. Here’s some. He does not have a driver’s license—he taught himself to drive by stealing a car. He’s insecure about his voice but he talks too much to really care. He’s always wanted a motorcycle. He puts drugs in his morning coffee. He doesn’t like classical music, he listens to the top 40s on the radio and sings along. The peppier the better.

One of my favorite Medic headcanons I ever heard was that he only has medical training as a veterinarian and I think that’s hilarious because it could absolutely be real.

Spy

He’s smart but he’s not as highly educated as he wants people to think. He never went to a university and maybe never even finished school. Just like Scout, he’s so damn good at what he does that he can afford to be more concerned with appearance and showing off than anything else. They’re both committed to making people see what they want them to see and nothing deeper.

[latibvles]

12:30am mota frat boys au thoughts because it’s rotted my brain and also harrie’s hoedown throwdown birthday party is a canon event (there’s a list in my docs of things i wanna write for this). Anyways here’s outfit + decoration brainrot

It’s at the Mu-Eta Pi House (girls’ sorority) because duh. Viv and Fern did a lot of the planning. Fern was the one who rented the mechanical bull. They had a strict no boots no hat no entry policy. Backyard full of check print and hay bales etc. String lights, they really went all out okay? Everybody loves Harrie.

Meanwhile around the block…. [several 100th frat boys scrambling for clothes. not Curt though. He’s got it all sorted]

The outfits are cute and very specific in some aspects in my head so indulge me a little here

Viv’s got a sheriff’s badge. Cute little crop jacket with tassles. She’s got a white and gold color scheme going on and it works. Willie has a matching deputy badge and a black hat. Of course they’re a matching set. Black bandana top, black boots.

Fern is peak “Cowgirl Barbie.” Daisy dukes, hot pink bedazzled cowboy hat (*more on that later), auburn hair in two pretty French braids.

June and Lorraine are also a matching set kinda. They go the outlaw route. Black jackets, silver details on the boots. Lorraine wears her bandana over half her face for a lot of the night. June has a lasso. This lasso ends up around Benny at some point and they have pictures of it.

Carrie’s in a cute little very “southern belle”-esque checker patterned dress with a very nice sleeveless leather vest. Lena’s got a double denim thing going on with cowprint patterns on her jeans. Her shirt 100% says “save a horse, ride a cowboy”

Jo’s got the poofy-shirt tucked in to faded cutoffs thing, brown hat and boots and a bright red bandana around her neck.

Inez is also in a dress of sorts, and braids, she’s got shorts on under it though. She’s also got a corset on and the cowboy hat is in fact her own from home.

And Harrie? The birthday girl? Everybody pitched in to help customize her hat so everyone knows it is her birthday. Sparkly jacket with all the tassels. Bandana around her neck, she’s having the time of her life.

Seeing as this entire au was spurred on by Ben Radcliffe looking like a frat boy, everyone please look at the visual reference for Brady’s fit for the function. I do not care if it’s lazy of me to say that, this is what it looks like.

On that note though, Bucky’s got pants that are fully cowprint buttons of his shirt undone bc he’s annoying and a bolo tie he got from their thrift store field trip

Dougie has the cowboy cutout pants (forgive me for the shein link i do not shop there) because “this is why you don’t skip leg day, fellas.” Blakely’s doing the “bandana as a shirt” thing. Did I mention that those two and Fern have a lot of pictures together?

Benny and John are in a similar boat though — lots of brown. His shirt is black and sparkly though. Also they took pictures with Meatball before leaving with Meatball in a very cute horse get-up.

And as aforementioned. He’s got June’s lasso around him at some point. Because of course he does.

Speaking of Fern’s bright pink, bedazzled cowgirl hat: that ends up on Curt’s head at some point. Curt went all out. Curt looks like he just walked off the set of The Good The Bad and The Ugly. Curt also lasts the longest on the mechanical bull.

Marj dressed Buck for the occasion but let it be known that her overalls with patches on them are adorable. Buck’s also got the outlaw thing going on for him— bandana on half his face in several pictures. Black vest. He’s also got a bolo tie (thanks Bucky)

Honest-to-God Croz looks like he just walked off the set of Woody’s Roundup and it’s very funny. He’s got spurs on his boots and by God is he proud of them.

Just boys dressing as cowboys for a birthday party okay? It’s very special to ME!!

Go ahead and ask me about outfits i can do this all day.

[colby-jac-cheese]

Do any Spanish, French, or Portuguese speakers on the QSMP have their chats Canon to their character like some of the English speakers do?

Like phil said were crows, and we're not allowed in the basement with him and the eggs because there's too many of us.

Bad carries around a bell that allows his "ghosties" out, and canonically worked/works as a grim reaper.

Even Fit has acknowledged us as the voices in his head a few times in Canon!

I don't speak enough Spanish or Portuguese to be able to tell, and I speak 0 French sadly, so I'm very curious if any of the other creators have us canonically whispering in their ears or something like half of the English speakers do!

[xoxo-sarah]

I Wanna Be Yours || Part 5

Part 4 | part 6

↝a/n: I don't want to hear a single thing about the French being wrong. I had to use Google so blame it. Anyway, sorry this is late, been very busy and been stressing.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝ Warning: slightly proofread. Possible spoilers, Canon events, Google translated French, pinning

↝⎙ 8.12.23

Robin couldn't help but admire you as you caught your breath.

Writing a decent essay in French wasn't going to be easy, which is why this is the 3rd day in a row Robin had invited you over after school to finish the partnered project.

To be honest, the essay was long forgotten. You two were just going through phrases in French at this point. Well, Robin was teaching you more French. You just couldn't wrap your head around it, no matter how hard you tried.

After you were paying so much attention to her mouth and the way it moved, you couldn't help but find it hilarious, and in turn, Robin began laughing too.

It was probably around 9 by now, and you two had barely any of the paper done, but you kept wanting to hear her talk. For educational purposes, obviously.

“tu es belle.” (you're beautiful) Robin wasn't worried about you knowing what she was saying. It honestly felt freeing to be able to admit things openly, with you not knowing what it was she was saying.

She adored how you looked at her so confused, with your eyebrows furrowed. Her hand was practically shaking from not being able to lean forward and wipe the wrinkled skin away.

“tu es magnifique aujourd'hui" (you look beautiful today) She kept teasing you.

“Are you going to tell me what you're saying?”

“No, I don't think I will.”

You smiled, basking in how comfortable you felt around her at that moment. You wish it could stay like this. Neither of you broke eye contact as she continued, “Tes yeux brillent si joliment aujourd'hui. Le ciel nocturne devrait être jaloux.” (Your eyes are shining so beautifully today. The night sky should be jealous.)

“I should probably pay more attention in class.” You chuckled, looking down at your lap, fiddling with the cover of the notebook. Robin was back to admiring you and your blushing cheeks.

“You're cute.” Robin's smile dropped; her whole being scared of what she just said… out loud…to the person she'd fancied for what felt like forever. She wanted to disappear right then and there.

“What?” You glanced up from your notebook, still smiling- as if you hadn't heard what she had said.

“I said you look like a fruit.” Pushing away the feeling of wanting to kick herself for her stupidity on the situation, the choice of words had her internally spiraling. What kind of answer was that? You certainly do not look anything like a fruit.

“That doesn't even make sense.”

“Well I'm sleep-deprived.” She pulled her blanket closer to her, wrapping it around her body to find any comfort. “And it's tu ressembles à un fruit.”

After a moment, you nodded, before standing up and gathering your stuff. “It's getting late.”

“Yeah-yeah, uh,” She flung the blanket off, standing to help you gather everything sprawled across her bed and floor. “I guess we lost track of time.”

“Yeah.” Flinging your backpack over your shoulder, you pointed at her door. “I can show myself out. You need to be getting ready for bed-wouldn't want to keep you up any later.”

“A-alright. Yeah, bye. Be careful.” She stayed standing in that spot even after you closed her bedroom door.

She was not sleeping tonight; she already knew that much. She'd stay up all night thinking about you. And how you looked when you smiled or laughed. A joyous sight and sound, really.

Your leg shook from nerves.

“Can you stop? You're shaking the car.” Nancy glared at you from the rearview mirror.

Digging your nails into your thigh, you stopped them from shaking anymore. “Sorry.”

Robin glanced back, noting your nervousness. “It's going to be okay.” Her voice was barely over a whisper.

“What if it's not? Two of our friends have already died because of this Vecna creep. We have no way to contact Mike or any of the Byers. What if something is happening up there too? I mean, they should've called by now. Mike promised he would call when he got up there-”

“We haven't been home, y/n.”

“I was! He didn't call all yesterday.”

“He's having fun with his friend and girlfriend. Calm down.”

Robin's eyes went back and forth between you and Nance. You were usually calm, or made it seem that way. Ever since you woke up in a frenzy, you had seemed on edge.

“What if he's not?” You whispered one last time, as Nancy pulled up to the school.

“We don't have time to think about that right now. Come on.”

"It was here. Right here.” Max was almost hysterical as she kept repeating the same thing over and over since you ran into the school. She kept talking about a grandfather clock in the wall.

If you were anyone else, you would be calling her crazy, maybe even making a phone call to the nearest psych ward.

“A grandfather clock?” Nancy almost seemed bored as she asked.

“It was so real and then, when I got closer, suddenly I just… I woke up.”

“It was like she was in a trance or something.” Dusting spoke, “Exactly like Eddie said happened to Chrissy.” A cold hill went down your spine, causing goosebumps to make your arm hair stand up. Folding your arms over your chest, you continued to pay attention.

Max turned around. “That's not even the bad part.”

"Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help.” You looked at the files on the desk. “Uh, they both were having headaches-bad headaches that wouldn't go away. And then-then the nightmares. Trouble sleeping. They'd wake up in a cold sweat. And then they started seeing things. Bad things…from their past.” The desk slowly creaked as you leaned against it, giving Max your full attention. “And these visions-- they just kept getting worse and worse, until eventually…everything ended.” Your eyes shot down to the ground.

What were you to do about all of this? This is too much for this group that consisted of teens and young adults. Before, you had El. But now, she was in California, without any powers.

Robin's voice broke you out of your thoughts that were running a mile a second. “Vecna's curse.”

“Chrissy's headache started a week ago.”

“She kept asking for medicine almost every time I saw her.” She had taken nearly 2/3 of your medicine on your side table.

“Fred's started 6 days ago.” The blood from you biting your lip tasted salty and like metal. “I've been having them for 5 days.”

The air in the room became stale, almost like the air fell flat. “I don't know how long I have. All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than 24 hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddamn clock, so,” Max's breath became uneven, “Looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow.”

A loud click made you jump and turned to where the sound came from.

“Stay here.” Steve looked at you guys, before walking towards the door. Before he opened it, he grabbed the lamp.

Not listening, you all stood and walked after him, through the dark school halls.

You could hear his uneven breathing from where you were. Or maybe that was you. You couldn't really tell at this point.

The sound continued as you walked behind Steve. It clattered, almost sounding like rapid running.

It grew louder until something came around the corner. Everyone screamed, Steve held the lamp up, going to strike, as your arms went up in the air, flashlight clattering to the floor as you turned on your heels, going to grab the nearest person. No matter how much you tried to move, your feet stayed in place, causing you to double over and fall onto your knees, bringing the person with you.

“It's me!”

“Lucas?!”

“It's me!” Lucas looked as if he were about to cry. You would too if you had nearly gotten beaten to death by a lamp.

“Holy shit!” You fell back onto your butt, facing the scene.

“Jesus!” Steve yelled, bringing the lamp back down to his side. “What is wrong with you, Sinclair?!”

Lucas tried to catch his breath with his hands on his hips, nearly doubling over. "I'm sorry."

Robin, who you had taken down with you, stood and held her hand out to help you up. You held up your finger, “I need a second.” You might've peed yourself a little.

“I could've taken you out with this lamp!” Steve shook the lamp in his grip, furious.

“Sorry, guys.” Lucas continued to pant, “Sorry. I was… I was biking for eight miles.”

Grabbing Robin's hand, you let her pull you up.

“Give me a second. Shit.” Lucas continued to pant through his words, “We've got a code red.”

“What?”

“Dustin,” He walked forward, “I've been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy, and they've gone, like, totally off the rails. They're trying to capture Eddie, and they think you know where he is.” He spoke as fast as he could, while also trying to breathe. “You're in terrible danger.”

“Alright. Yeah, that definitely sucks, but we've got bigger problems than Jason right now.” Dustin looked back and Max, Lucas following him.

After Nancy and Robin came up with the plan about being Ruth and Rose, your leg went back to shaking, and your teeth went back to biting into your lip, taking chunks out.

While everyone was getting a bit of shut-eye last night, you were wide awake. There wasn't really a thought that took up more space in your head than the other 10 thousand. Every time you tried to shut your eyes, Chrissy's face was painted on the back of your eyelids. Occasionally, you could hear her screams when you tried to tune out Steve's snoring. Max hadn't gone to bed, she stayed sitting at the desk, writing. What, you hadn't gotten a clue.

Currently, Steve was following Nancy after he had been stuck on babysitting duty yet again.

“Nancy, you're outta your mind if you think I'm babysitting again.” Coming out of your room, you pulled the new, clean clothes closer to your body and walked after him into her room.

“Okay, first of all, they're not babies anymore. And Max is in real danger.”

Steve scoffed at her as you plopped on her bed, wrinkling her made bed.

“She needs people around her.”

“I know. But why does it always have to be me?”

“Y/n is here too.” Nancy reminded, pointing at you.

“Oh my god, you have a Tom Cruise poster.” Robin walked into the room, going straight for the poster and side table. “You have a Tom Cruise poster.” She turned and smirked at Nancy, who was going through her closet.

“That's…old. It's just…"

Robin laughed before digging into the table,

“Can you please not touch anything?”

You leaned over, looking at whatever Robin was going through.

“I just- I can't do anything here, Nance. Maybe I can be helpful with this asylum director dude. I dunno. I could turn on my…my charm.”

“Not the charm we need.”

“Ouch.”

“No, I just,” Nancy sighed, stepping away from the closet. You followed Robin with your eyes as she stood and moved to the dresser. “I did a little digging last night, and it turns out this Dr. Hatch is a distinguished fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay? This is a lifelong student of the world. If we're going to win him over, we're gonna have to convince him we are too.”

Robin opened the music box that laid on top of the dresser, music softly played as Nancy continued to talk, softening the blow. “That, like him, we are true academic scholars.”

“Holy shit.” Robin whispered, turning around to show the music box. “There's a little ballerina in here.” She bit her lip.

Looking away, you tried to hide the pink on your cheeks. She was so cute.

Steve began nodding his head, turning back to Nancy. “Academic scholar. She's giving you an academic scholar vibe? Yeah.”

Rolling her eyes, Robin closed the box, putting it back.

“No, but…” Robin scoffed, turning around. “She will.”

Nance held up a pink dress.

“Oh, please tell me that you're joking.”

"They're not answering.”

Sighing, you slammed the phone back into the wall.

“They're probably out.”

“You said that for the last 4 calls. It's been over an hour.”

Dustin walked over, “Y/n, Mike is most likely out having fun with El and Will. Please, calm down.”

“Yeah,” Sighing again, you plopped back into the couch, "Yeah, you're probably right."

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[adiduck]

...has anyone prompted 4. Hand kiss?

They have not! Please find below my take on a silly little scenario @oathkeeperoxas and I have been playing around with for a bit to make ourselves laugh. For once, I make no promises that this is in fact actually 'canon' to the timeline, because I don't know Serie's own plans for this little idea, and as of now I have NO plans to continue it even though it fully could be continued. But! Enjoy anyway.

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4. Hand kiss

There are lots of things that nobody told Bart about joining up with the IMF. There are literally no real days off, for one thing—unless you’re flat out incapable of taking a mission due to injury or illness, if something comes up, you will be contacted with the details. Another is that there is, actually, an extensive training process even beyond passing the field exam—you pass, and then you are assigned to a more experienced agent for a series of milk runs, first with just them and then with a team, increasing in intensity until you’re good enough to just be placed and ignored.

A third is that you are expected to enjoy milk runs as an exchange for actual time off. Bart kind of thinks this is unfair—what’s the point of giving them PTO then?

The pay’s good at least.

Anyway, this is Bart’s third mission with his assigned mentor, and to be honest, it could be much worse. Ethan’s experienced—used to be a trainer himself, even—and personable, makes sure that even on low level fact finding missions like this one to come along with Bart, do all the boring shit right along with him, so Bart feels like part of the team. And, best yet, Ethan also finds this shit boring as all hell, so he’ll find tons of excuses to leave the safehouse and get some fresh air.

“Now remember,” Ethan’s saying, arm over Bart’s shoulder as he steers him down the street, “it’s an important part of your job to lean into your cover. We’re tourists here, so we are going to schedule in time to be seen as tourists.”

Bart thinks this may just be that Ethan wants a pastry, and needs a reason why getting one is professional to demonstrate for the newbie, so he nods very seriously. “Got it,” he says, and grins when Ethan claps him on the back.

“Good man,” he says. “I’ve scoped out the local tourist places and it’d be ridiculous to come to Provence and not go to a single bakery, so we’re starting here.” He steers them to a door and shoves it open, little tinkling bell announcing their presence, and cheerfully greets the staff in perfect if slightly accented French—

And then freezes, eyes zeroing in on the man behind the counter.

Bart is immediately on alert, glancing around the room—exit behind them, exit through the window on the left. There’s probably a door behind the man on the other side of the kitchen, and a chair could be used as a weapon, along with the knives for the cakes in the display case in front of them. What had Ethan seen, he wonders, eyes sliding over the man, trying to come up with any sort of threat—

The man is holding what looks like some bread, watching Ethan with dark eyes wide in a classically handsome face. Middle aged, Bart thinks. Tall—maybe about six foot—and lean, so he keeps in shape. The man puts the bread down slowly, eyes still on Ethan, and smiles.

“Hello,” he says, and it takes a moment for Bart to remember this is probably a response to Ethan’s initial salutation. “My name’s Honoré Amiens. Welcome to my family’s bakery—I do not believe I have seen you here before?”

“No,” Ethan says faintly, and then shakes his head, walking up to the counter. “No, we’re just passing through.”

“Well, welcome,” Amiens says again. He has not looked away from Ethan once. “Do let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”

…Oh, Bart thinks, and then rolls his eyes. Ethan’s smiling, leaning forward a little bit—that’s definitely flirting. Great. Bart wonders what lesson Ethan will pull out of his ass for this one.

“Are you a local?” Ethan asks. Amiens nods agreeably, eyes sliding down Ethan’s arms to his hands resting on the counter and then up to his eyes.

“Yes,” he says. “My family has had this bakery for… oh, generations now.” He smiles back, definitely flirty. “I’m named after the patron saint of bakers, in fact—my parents were fairly sure I’d take to it.”

“I’m not surprised,” Ethan says.

“Ah, do you think it suits me?” Amiens asks, smiling widening. “Monsieur, I don’t believe I have caught your name yet.”

“It’s Ethan,” Ethan says, holding out a hand. “Ethan Hunt. And with me is Bart Sommers, my friend.”

Amiens glances at Bart and then away—obviously supremely uninterested in him. “A pleasure,” he says, and takes Ethan’s hand—

—and kisses the back of it, like Ethan’s some sort of maiden in a classical drama. Ethan flushes just a little, even, like he’s actually going to swoon.

“I’d like a croissant,” Bart says, and the two of them startle a little, like they’d just remembered he can speak. Bart rolls his eyes.

“Yes, Monsieur,” Amiens says smoothly, and disengages. “One moment, please.”

He turns to reach behind him, bends down to pick up a bag.

Ethan, of course, watches the movement like a hawk. There’s a strange look on his face—somewhere between resigned and amused, definitely interested. Bart genuinely isn’t sure what he’s thinking, and he also isn’t sure what exactly he should be doing about it.

“Would you like anything?” he asks Ethan, pointedly, and Ethan glances his way—the amusement in his expression grows.

“Not right now,” he says, and turns back to Amiens as the man finishes putting a fresh, crisp pastry in a bag and placing it on the counter. “I’ll get something next time. We’re pretty likely to be back.”

“Good,” Amiens purrs, and Bart sighs as Ethan hands over a credit card.

Maybe this will be a more interesting mission than he thought.

-

[indndwnshead]

Soulful Strangers: Part I - Strangers

Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader

Genre/tags: Actors AU, Somewhat Canon Compliant, Stranger to Friends to Lovers, Slow(ish) Burn

Series summary:

It wasn't during your first encounter, nor the second or third. You've lost count of how many times your paths crossed before you truly got to know him. He was a rare soul, hiding his kindness and true emotions, revealing them only through his actions

In this (maybe low-key soulmate AU) story, follow Actress!Reader and Idol!Min Yoongi as their chance encounters gradually blossom into a deep and lasting connection. This is a slowish-burn journey from strangers to friends to lovers, as they bond over shared passions and kindness.

A/N: Hi! Recently, during a hard time in my life, I discovered Yoongi's music and it brings me comfort and encouragement to keep chasing my dreams. Through him, I started to get to know the other members and well yeah… now I'm a baby army, please be gentle with me :)

Let's be friends and stan Yoongi together on twitter @itsdndwn 💜💜

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Masterlist. Next Chapter.

Also read on: AO3

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2018

The first time your worlds collided was at one of the rare gatherings organized by your friend and senior actor, Choi Wooshik.

At that time, you were a hopeful actress, transitioning from a successful modeling career filled with numerous commercial campaigns. Wooshik had taken you under his wing, providing guidance and support during this transition. You had been his classmate during your exchange year at a university in Canada.

Wooshik was friends with one of the members of the biggest K-pop group, idolized by fans worldwide. Thus, they were always invited to his intimate gatherings. However, having their entire ensemble at one of these events, as was the case that night, was a rare occurrence.

On a whim, Wooshik decided to introduce you to the entire band that evening. Each member greeted you in a unique way.

You remembered that he was the last one to introduce himself. He extended his hand in a reserved yet firm manner and introduced himself simply as "Min Yoongi."

The introductions were swift, and in the whirlwind of that evening, you couldn't help but wonder if they would remember your name the next day. Yet, as you exchanged polite smiles and casual pleasantries, little did you know that these chance encounters would lead to a deeper connection later in your life.

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2019

The next time you crossed paths with him was entirely unexpected. Back then, you didn't even realize it was him until much later, long after the encounter had unfolded. You had escaped to a serene and picturesque town just outside of Paris, seeking solace from the bustling streets of Seoul and the relentless reminder of your recent failed audition.

Choosing to explore the tranquil streets of this town on your own, you ventured away from the heart of the one that held a special place in your heart, thanks to your days as a fashion model. Paris, though different from your hectic fashion show seasons, remained a city where you had worked since your teenage years. Basic French had naturally become a part of your skill set.

As you entered a charming, low-key pet boutique, the day unfolded quietly. It was a peaceful Tuesday afternoon, and the shop had only you and the amiable cashier inside, creating an aura of serenity.

You found yourself intrigued by the array of collar tags, each one offering the possibility of customization with various charms, each with its own story to tell. Suddenly, the bell chimed gently, signalling the entrance of another customer. Consumed by your quest to find the perfect collar tag for your beloved dog, you hardly noticed the newcomer.

While you examined the tags adorning the walls, your gaze coincidentally met the eyes of the new patron. Both of you were dressed casually, with your sunglasses perched atop your head and him wearing a cap and a face mask. There was no immediate recognition between you, just a polite nod exchanged, acknowledging your shared ethnicity.

Continuing your shopping, you engaged in a brief conversation with the friendly cashier, inquiring about one of the collar tags you intended to purchase for your furry companion.

It was after your interaction with the cashier that the new patron approached you, showing a hint of hesitation and offering an apology for disturbing you.

"I hope I'm not intruding, but I overheard you speaking French," he tentatively asked in Korean, still somewhat wary of you, despite your apparent lack of recognition.

You responded with a friendly smile, "Yes, is there something I can help you with?"

"I'm looking for this collar tag," he said, holding out the small, beautifully crafted item in his hand. "but in a smaller size."

Taking a closer look at the tag, you realise it bore a striking resemblance to the one now sitting inside your basket. Curiosity piqued, you inquired further, "Oh! I can ask the cashier. What kind of pet do you have?"

"It's for my dog, Holly. He’s a toy poodle," he replied.

Excitement bubbled within you, and you shared, "Oh! I have a Bordoodle myself!" Quickly, you showed a picture of Bagel, your furry companion, as a puppy. "Aren't they wonderful?"

He nodded, but there was a hint of longing in his eyes as he smiled behind his mask. "Holly is actually my parents' dog. He lives with them in my hometown, so I don't get to spend much time with him. But whenever I do see him, he always manages to lift my spirits."

Your heart warmed at the sentiment, and you agreed wholeheartedly, "That's beautiful. Dogs have a unique way of bringing joy into our lives, don't they?"

With a helpful translation, you assisted him in conveying his request to the cashier. As the conversation continued, you both delved into stories about your beloved canine companions and the special bonds you shared with them. With each charm selected for your respective collar tags, you exchanged anecdotes about the significance of these symbols and how they reminded you of your cherished dogs.

Amidst this heartfelt conversation, neither of you felt the need to exchange names or other identifying details. In that quiet pet boutique, amidst the display of collar tags and charms, a connection began to take root—one that would prove to be a significant thread in the tapestry of your lives.

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Interlude pt.1

Over the following months, you never crossed paths with him in person, and your previous encounters slowly faded into distant memories.

Even though you had met the entire BTS at Wooshik’s party, you didn't actively seek out information about them or consciously follow their career. Despite occasionally enjoying their songs on the radio, you never delved deeper into their music or their lives. However, their presence seemed omnipresent, an unavoidable fixture in your surroundings.

Their face adorned billboards along city streets. They made appearances on the variety shows you occasionally tuned into and they graced the stages of prestigious awards shows. In these moments, he was always the polished and charismatic Suga, a global idol adored by fans worldwide.

The person you had met in that quaint town just outside of Paris seemed worlds apart from the international superstar he had become. The connection between your chance encounter and his idol status remained concealed, a secret thread of fate awaiting its moment to unravel.

Your own career continued to progress, albeit at a measured pace. You secured modest acting roles while balancing ongoing modelling commitments. The entertainment industry posed its challenges, but your determination to carve out a niche in the world of entertainment never wavered.

Then, the world was plunged into turmoil with the onset of the pandemic, altering the course of everyone's lives. Productions were delayed, film schedules disrupted, and the entertainment landscape transformed. Uncertainty casts a shadow over your profession, but you persevered, seizing the opportunities that arose amidst the chaos.

Meanwhile, BTS continued to ascend in fame and influence. Their music provided solace and inspiration to countless people worldwide during these trying times, cementing their status as global icons.

Your lives ran parallel but distinct, following unique trajectories. It appeared that your paths were destined to remain separate, at least for the time being, as you both navigated the challenges and opportunities that life presented during these transformative years.

[oautincorrectquotes]

Rumple: Murder wasn't on todays agenda.

Belle: Murder isn't on anyone's agenda

Rumple: No, it's on mine, just not until Thursday.

[eirian-houpe]

WiP Wednesday (Part 1 - Active)

It has been a LONG time since I did one of these. So here is a list of my incomplete fics on AO3 and their summaries for fics that are actively on my 'to do' list. They are listed in the order they appear on my works list.

Dies Irae: A strange man confronts Doctor Belle French after one of her lectures and claims to need her help. He also claims to know that she is troubled, and can offer her protection. When events transpire that lead Belle to take up that offer, a desperate search begins to find a series of ancient artifacts, and Belle and her friends - both old and new - face increasing danger as they try to secure the artifacts for the powers of good before they can fall into very wrong hands, and possibly threaten every living thing in Storybrooke and beyond!

Secret of the Seas: Belle and Ruby take a much needed vacation, treating themselves to a fourteen day cruise. Jefferson is Head Miixologist aboard the ship, Secret of the Seas, and Gold is Deck Nine Supervisor, and amid much flirting, and false starts, holiday romances and forbidden loves ensue. Written from the Rumbelle Bingo prompts: Bed sharing, Vulnerability, Jefferson, Pesky Royals, Roses.

Time's Curse: Never fall in love - such is the admonition given to Rumplestiltskin. Blue sees fit to interfere with his plan to reach a world without magic by sending him there herself so that he can pursue his quest to find his son, but he is not alone in this world without magic, nor does it appear that he is entirely free to live his life as he would wish. In the course of his seemingly fruitless search for Baelfire, Rumplestiltskin takes a job as a history teacher at an exclusive private school, and there meets Isabelle - the French teacher. All of a sudden that interdiction against falling in love seems to be really important.

Not Yours to Keep: While grieving the loss of the fourteenth Cleon, the younger brother he loved as a son, Day seeks distraction in the company of a new concubine from the Gossamer Court. No one could have predicted the events that follow - nor the way in which Cleon XIII decides to deal with the situation.

No Saving Throw: Eddie saves Chrissy not once, but twice - doesn't seem to matter to his reputation nor to the threat of arrest, Carver and his cronies see to that. This is an angst ridden reworking of Stranger Things season 4 (and maybe beyond) if Chrissy had lived.

Laer o Faen: A near fatal encounter with the Serpents of the North leaves Greenwood the Great's queen with but one choice, one that cost her own life, but she makes a promise to her beloved King, born of a love that has already lasted through more than an age of Middle Earth, and remains the only hope to warm a heart fallen behind a wall of despair. (Mingled Movie/book canon, the span of the entire story takes in events from the 1st - 4th Ages of Middle Earth.)

Tuesday: When you go poking around in time, you might sometimes find that it pushes back, as Nick Rush finds out… the hard way.

The Mansion on the Edge of Town: Jefferson suddenly awakens, cursed with two lives in his head in a land without magic, and worse still he is separated from his beloved Grace. He vows to himself that he will bring Grace home, and sets out to spite Regina in any way he can. Along the way he discovers that his old, and dear friend and master, Rumplestiltskin, is still in the thrall of the curse, and that the woman he knows Rumple loves - even if his friend will not admit it - is nowhere to be found... Until, one day, Belle arrives in Storybrooke, and Jefferson knows that to reunite himself with Grace he must first ensure that his two most precious friends awaken and find true love - for only then can the curse be broken for all.

The story is set in the same 'verse as The Library Beneath the Clock Tower, and could be considered a sequel of sorts.

Modern Wonders: Revenge, they say, is a dish best served cold, and when Regina casts Rumple's Dark Curse, just a few words here and there creates Storybrooke in a very different place, with a very different atmosphere, and very different issues to deal with. Alliances and enmity permeate the lives of the citizens of Storybrooke, (and beyond), as they tiptoe around the various dangers they face every day. Who is awake? How can they break the curse within a curse? And what of the power struggles rife both within, and outside of Storybrooke itself.

The Pawn Shop on Main Street: Gold is suddenly awakened from the curse, not by the fail-safe that he programmed into his mind, but by the unexpected presence of his long lost maid, with whom he fell in love well before Regina cast his Dark Curse, Rumplestiltskin must now find a way past Belle's disbelief and fear. She is still under the influence of the curse. With the help of his dear - his oldest - friend, Gold seeks a way past obstacles so that he can rekindle the love which he rejected back in the Dark Castle.

The story is set in the same 'verse as The Library Beneath the Clock Tower, and could be considered a sequel of sorts.

[skips-is-asleep]

Autism + Trolls Part 3: Food

AHHHH I'm going crazy with these my head is overflowing with ideas

Aradia: I think she's a sandwich girl. Burgers, grilled cheese, that sort of thing. Things that are wet and cold suck, cereal, pudding, cold soups/pasta dishes are always disgusting even if the flavor is food.

Tavros: haha noodle boy. Pasta, ramen, chicken noodle soup, just all of it. I don't remember if the whole chicken nugget thing was rooted in actual canon but yeah sure give him the nuggets. I think a hypothetically vegetarian Tavros would be an expert in the best substitute nugget game

Sollux: he does not like eating. His fridge is full of meal supplement shakes, liquid IV's, protein shake mixes. He still DOES eat, but if he could photosynthesize, he would without thinking. Eating is messy and food rarely tastes good enough to seek it out

Karkat: opposite to Sollux, karkat loves food. He loves exploring flavors, combinations, and texture contrasts. He's more into savory then sweet, I don't think he like chocolate unless it's chocolate + something else, like with filling or something

Nepeta: she looooooves meat. Steak of all shapes and cuts and speices are her favorite. Troll Nepeta is an actual carnivore, but human Nepeta is just mostly carnivorous. She hates cooked vegetables, especially leafy greens and even more especially spinach and similar greens.

Kanaya: she has a sweet tooth, she loves cakes of all variety (except cakes with things in them, carrot cake/funfetti etc and also cakes with fillings) however, she loves donuts with fillings. She does not like cheese, except maybe marscarpone/cream cheese

Terezi: crunchy crunch crunch. Chips, raw pasta, fried foods with thick crunchy coatings, toasts, it's all her favorite. Sweet, savory, it doesn't matter. They do nOT like anything with powdered sugar tho, why am I eating dust, hmm?

Vriska: small finger foods, especially ones that don't get too messy are her favorite. Little candies, appetizer, french fries, those taco bell cinabon delights. She loves chocolate, the darker the better.

Equius: Another sweet tooth, and vegetarian. He doesn't like things that are trying to be meat, he'd rather just eat things that aren't tricking him. Fresh fruit and vegetables are his favorite

Gamzee: I said in part 1 that gamzee's a picky eater, if it's not pie or pie adjacent, he has a lot of difficulty eating. But he's at least not picky about flavors, but his favorite is custard based, so pudding and things of that like are cool

Eridan: I think his status would impact his taste in food, in more ways then one. Hates chips, anything that's messy or greasy at all. He loves fruit, cheese and wine, complex combinations that tantalize the taste buds. Charcuterie boards are frequently a whole meal for him

Feferi: obvious seafood and as stated by part one, jiggy squishy stuff. I think she'd like sushi, octopus, hell yeah. Also beef tartare, and troll Feferi just raw dolphin and steaks.

[luxuriousmalfoy]

HP Saffics Femslash February Bingo Masterlist- zeddmarker/luxuriousmalfoy

Click here for my full Femslash February Masterlist Spreadsheet.

It was so fun participating in all the February daily challenges that I did! Thank you to @hpsaffics for hosting this bingo in particular, some of the prompts really challenged me!!

In the beginning, my goal was to keep each ficlet under 500 words. As you can probably tell, some of them (I'm looking at you, MILF) developed brains of their own. I hope you've enjoyed these daily postings!

Without further ado, my bingo masterlist:

B1: First or Second Person POV

You Meet the One | Katie Bell/Alicia Spinnet | 200

Planning a field trip for your class, you are enamored with the woman who works at the museum.

B2: Post-Hogwarts

MILF | Astoria Greengrass/Narcissa Malfoy | Explicit | 2,717

Astoria is faced with past hurt and temptation when she agrees to go on a family vacation with her best friend—and his mother.

B3: Part-Creature Character

She's a Butterfly | Cho Chang/Fleur Delacour | 200

When she met Fleur, she had met her butterfly—flitting from person to person but never resting, not really.

B4: Next Gen Character

Lily Luna in Lights | Lily Luna Potter/Genderbent!Lysander Scamander | 121

Lysandra gives Lily a pep talk before her first sold out show.

B5: Fluff/HEA

Starting Over | Marietta Edgecombe/Hermione Granger | 959

At her first guitar lesson, Hermione runs into someone who reminds her of past mistakes.

I1: Outsider POV

Meddling Sister | Millicent Bulstrode/Astoria Greengrass | 465

Daphne knows what has to be done in order for her sister and her best friend to get together.

I2: Microfic or Drabble

Cloud Watching | Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes | 100

Dorcas takes Marlene cloud watching.

I3: Established Relationship

Jet Lag | Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley | 100

Wide awake from jet lag, Luna pesters her sleepy girlfriend.

I4: At Least One Archive Warning

Only One Way | Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley | Mature | wc

They say there is only one way out of a place like this.

I5: Marauders Era Character

All My Life | Lily Evans/Hermione Granger | 115

Hermione confronts the girl who’s been present on every birthday, but has never aged.

N1: Inter-House Relationship

Camping in the Garden | Astoria Greengrass/Ginny Weasley | 100

Astoria and Ginny enjoy a night camping in Ginny’s backyard.

N2: Lightning Gen Character

Hit Me With Your Best Shot | Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson | 884

Hermione forges an unexpected bond with her biggest competition at the quiz bowl tournament.

N3: Free Space

Keeping Company | Andromeda Tonks/Molly Weasley | 897

With their husbands drafted to war, Molly and Andromeda decide to live together.

N4: POC Character

Preserved in Amber | Lily Evans/Dorcas Meadowes | 272

Lily accidentally reveals the sketch she drew of her lab partner.

N5: M/E-Rated Fic

unshackle me | Genderbent!Lucius Malfoy/Genderbent!James Potter | Mature | 609

Jay Potter has a mission to accomplish, but the sight of her former lover changes her plans.

G1: Angst/Dark/UHEA

Too Good For Me | Luna Lovegood/Pansy Parkinson | 200

A one-night-stand leads to a difficult goodbye.

G2: Hogwarts Era

French Daydream | Katie Bell/Fleur Delacour | 382

Katie doesn't think she will ever get another chance to talk to Fleur, until a lost shawl re-ignites her hope.

G3: Muggle AU

So We Meet Again | Daphne Greengrass/Luna Lovegood | 413

When Daphne starts going to a new cafe, she is taken with the barista.

G4: Canon Divergence

just forget the world | Astoria Greengrass/Ginny Weasley | 440

Astoria finds herself comforted by the person she's always admired.

G5: Inspired by Another Work

twin flames | The Great Gatsby | Mature | Astoria Greengrass/Pansy Parkinson | 1,574

When Ron moved next door to the biggest party spot in Godric's Hollow, he never expected it to turn his worldview on its head.

O1: G/T-Rated Fic

Cake Heist | Cho Chang/Fleur Delacour | 200

A late night mission for cakes is derailed.

O2: Poly Ship

I Love You | Katie Bell/Angelina Johnson/Alicia Spinnet | 380

Three different girls with three different journeys to love.

O3: Canon Compliant

I Misjudged You | Lavender Brown/Padma Patil | 300

Padma spent her adolescence hating her twin's best friend for stealing her away, but maybe Lavender wasn't so bad after all.

O4: Founders Gen/Golden Gen

The Things I'll Do | Poppy Pomfrey/Pomona Sprout | wc

Pomona attempts one of Poppy’s favorite pastimes.

O5: First Time

Cliff Jumping | Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley | wc

Ginny convinces Pansy to go cliff jumping.

[at-sabohteurs]

⭐ ??

send ⭐ for muse pairings : mine x yours

melinda may & jemma simmons ⇾ i love team bus. i don't remember a lot of the show and i probably won't rewatch it. BUT. i love the entire dynamic of the team. may taught skye / daisy a lot but i also think jemma learned a lot from may too both directly and from observation, and may learned the same. idk i just love them a lot and they should have more stuff together.

malia tate & callie adams foster ⇾ there's no real reason for this except trauma bonding ? idk i think they could have some similarities between them. i saw you have callie as a werewolf in a supernatual setting. could totally work with that. alternatively, my oc hannah reyes, also a werewolf but in a modern setting is a runaway from the system so. again. similarities.

jackie taylor & shauna shipman ⇾ i meeeeeeeeeeean ? nah, i like the idea of jackie "haunting" shauna throughout her life. like. she's just there sometimes, adding commentary, like shauna can't quite let her go and it's a kind of coping method ? i also have an au where jackie survives. which could be fun.

olivia crain & melinda gordon ⇾ G H O S T S ! self - explanatory. i think liv somehow finding her way to melinda, or melinda coming across hill house, and liv is just so completely lost / in her head / corrupted by "evil" could be an interesting interaction.

regina mills & belle french ⇾ my regina is extremely divergent, head canon based and "re - imagined" - in saying that, i think there's some interesting psychology in the show with belle forgiving / believing in rumplestiltskin but struggling with regina. i think they have a bit more in common than they'd like to admit . . . i'd also take any of your ouat muses tbh. i'm a bit nit picky when it comes to regina though. but still. 😁

[johannepetereric]

Never thought I’d make a Mod Soul OC, but the world’s a big place ig

Anyway, her chosen name is Mazza. Some scientists found her purple pill and decided to plop her into a dead girl’s body. The Famighlia of the body, whose name turns out to be “Belle,” finds her all torn up and bloody, trying to get up, and brings her back home to Italy. This was ten years before Bleach canon, in which the zombie has not finished and will never finish puberty, stuck at five point five and a half feet since she was 15. The Famighlia, however, doesn’t care. They only want their purple-haired princess back, and if she came back to them speaking Japanese and not knowing Italian, the afrontment only lasts a year before everybody but Mazza decides to avoid talking about it.

She has long purple hair, curled up nicely, and they’ve been training Mazza (she picked this name after a month of “I wanna pick my own name!”) since they found her, deciding that they can’t keep her shuttled away untrained anymore. She takes it like a fish to water, naturally, and turns out this body wields Dying Will Storm Flames. On this newfound freedom, Mazza uses her Flames whenever and whomever she wants. She quickly learned careful control as to not burn her comrades if they get in her way.

The body has purple eyes, too, now with permanent stars as carry-over from the Mod Soul’s design. She has echolocation abilities, and is ridiculously strong with throwing weapons.

She was initially killed by a long gory slice from he right thigh, through her nonexistent breasts, up to her left shoulder, which doesn’t really impede her left-handedness. However, it did disembowel her, and she had to be stitched up again once they brought her back. She also has a nasty scar across her head, again bottom-to-top, but left to right this time. She does not exhaust, does not need to eat or drink or sleep, but she does get stomachaches from certain foods and objects not agreeing with her. The darkest any poisonings went is paralysis, coma (but she can’t fall unconscious either), diarrhea, and/or constipation. Possibly puking, too.

Beheadings and dismemberments and loss of organs don’t do anything, as they can be stitched back together again like Frankie Stein, no loss of the five senses (except for when the tongue and/or eyeballs are missing, of course).

Of course, claiming “amnesia,” they taught her how to read and write Italian, French, English, and Japanese (on her intense request (order)).

She practices her swings every week, not wanting to fall behind and die, not wanting to lose this body she just got!

Over the years, she got the “Il Pipistrelli della Mazza” nickname on missions.

And then this Famighlia had to make a pit stop to Japan, where she met Kon (going by Kai), her fellow Mod Soul. They could sense Kin and Death around each other, so, in the middle of the night when everyone’s asleep, Mazza took Kai back to her home base, where they caught each other up on their lives and bonding over Escaping Death. They exchanged addresses, Kai admitted to hiding the fact that he’s Kai and not Kon, and he promised that, despite his illiteracy, he’ll figure out a way to make them own pals. In the meantime, please address each as Ichigo, Mazza, as humans, made up a code, yadda yadda.

Yuzu, deciding to wake up super early for a special meal, found him trying to write a letter at the kitchen table. She fretted over “ruining Onii-san’s eyes” and “why don’t you turn on the lights?!” until Kai, going by Ichigo atm, admitted that he made a friend who was on vacation, and doesn’t know what to write to her, hoping that’ll make her shut up.

It does not in the slightest. She spent time whispering ideas, then began her breakfast. Since then, every day when they finish homework, she follows him to Ichigo’s room, brainstorming ideas, even writing them down for him to copy (which happens to be the entire letter).

Luckily, he kept the paper with Mazza’s address, and they’ve been Mystery Pen Pals ever since, keeping each other up on secrets they’re not supposed to know nor tell. In the letter, they agree to tell the super secret friend to address the letter to Yuzu instead (Yuzu doesn't get it, but Mazza does, as someone who also has to hide that she's secretly a zombie, not just having zombie-esque powers). She will (later) sneak them to Ichigo's room. If Ichigo asks why Yuzu's letter is in his room, just lie and say she forgot or whatever. Then she'll tell Bostov about it, who will telepathically relay it to the Ichigo who Knows.

....Wait, that looks like Swiss cheese, how are they supposed to pull off all this Pen Pal fuckery???

Anyway, unfortunately for Kai, Mazza’s vocal range is from the lowest to the highest known Hertz possible, which he can sometimes also detect, so his ears really fucking hurt from the noise only he, certain Hollows, and certain machines can pick up.