#blonde archers twins

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I'd like JLA and Avengers to meet someday 🗣

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Cluster of Cores Part 4

Holiday request: cluster of cores x2 please! I love all your writing

Roy helps Danny into the living room, mindful of the two sleeping babes strapped to his chest in a nested sling. Once he's sure Danny has cleared the entrance, he sidesteps them, rushing toward the big swivel loveseat sofa they had just purchased.

It's large enough that the two could sit comfortably and pill up the pillows that were to Dani's demand of fluff. The thing spins, and has a nice little backrest that Danny can both sit and lay down. In the first few months, the twins will need a nest to grow in, and Dani has been cleared that the circular couch will be perfect.

Danny makes a tiny little noise of happiness when he settles in the middle of it. Roy is quick to pile the fluffiest throw blanket across his lap. Jason helps him lean back while Danny carefully holds the head of the newborns.

According to the humans ' medical knowledge, his children, Dan and Danika, have a clean bill of health. The trio had been released after a five-day stay- all expenses paid by Tim Drake- undergoing tests and observations.

Thankfully, for all intentions and purposes, the twins were fine.

They were sleeping in his arms, having just finished feeding off of Danny's ectoplasm. The young alien seemed confused when a nurse handed him a bottle, but when they explained the usage of it, the young Indigenous Daxamite opened the bottle and weakly poured a green liquid from the palm of his hand.

The babies enthusiastically launched onto the bottles, and Danny could not look away from them. The coma had turned him so weak that he needed one of those feeding pillows, unable to hold them in his trembling arms for too long.

But they were perfect. Roy thought it was adorable how his eyes shone as he stared at his children. During visiting hours, Dani spent most of her time leaning on her father's side, a feeding pillow on her lap, and being a miniature version of Danny.

The alien had even chosen a last name, claiming it was the closest thing in English. Surprisingly, what the Daxamite considered a lost language was what humans considered English.

The Fentons were now welcomed guests in the Todd-Wayne household. They will stay there alongside Roy and Lian until they reach their feet.

It was a shock to find out Danny was a teenager in Daxamite terms, just as much as a he was in human terms. Having three children, a five-year-old and twin newborns, will be difficult for the teenager to raise on his own.

Roy offered him complete support, deciding he would be his rock through every milestone the children needed. It was the least he could do for the person responsible for his daughter's safety.

"Are you comfortable?" Roy asks. Danny offers him a weak smile, nodding. His eyes, however, return to his children as though he is checking to see if they are real.

He can't help but smile warmly at the alien. "Is there anything you need?"

Danny thinks it over, hunching his shoulder slightly when he requests. "Fudge? My Dad would make me some when I was incubating the eggs."

Roy snaps his phone out of his pocket, pressing the speed dial to Oliver. The archer snaps into the speaker before the blond can greet him, "Fudge. Send me the most expensive and delicious fudge you have."

"Yes, of course." Oliver's answer is just as serious and as fast. "I'll have it there within thirty minutes."

Roy's voice softens when he turns back to Danny. "Is there anything else you like?"

The alien blinks his wide blue eyes at him, considering the question carefully before whispering. "Blankets? For Dan and Danika?"

Roy nods, face turning hard as stone when he returns to his phone. "Baby blankets. The softest ones you can find. Have the names Dan and Danika sewed into the blankets. One lilac, the other easter green.'

"It will be done," Oliver promises before hanging up the phone. Roy turns back to the bewildered Danny, then, as soft as spring rain, smiles at him.

"They should be here in about thirty minutes. If there is anything else you want, let Jason or me know."

"Um," Danny curls slightly inwards, holding the babies against his chest. Dan makes a bit of a fuss, wiggling around, but with one quick bottle grab, Danny has him resettle. Danika wiggles a bit, whimpering a little, but the Daxamite bounces his knee a little, moving the pillow under her.

This causes a soft rocking motion that quickly helps her calm down. Roy is mightily impressed that Danny already knows what to do as a new father. When Lian was born, he struggled to figure out all her different cries for weeks.

Dan slurps his bottle with his virgor, his soft tuff of hair shifting into a little flame. Danika makes a slight movement like newborns do when attempting to turn in the direction of their voices.

She seems comfortable facing her little head toward Danny before she settles into a nap. Apparently, as an ice core, she didn't need as much ectoplasm as Dan did. His son needed more help stabilizing in his environment through the help of his father before he was big enough to do it himself.

Roy was so happy Danny had woken. It would be a nightmare trying to figure everything out on their own. Roy's eyes fall to the bag resting on Danny's left side, nested comfortably among the pillows. Inside are the remaining eggs that are carefully waiting for the day they hatch.

He hopes it will take some time. Twins were already hard to manage, even with Roy's and Jason's help.

"Danny!" Dani yells, running into the room with a faint doll. "I brought Danika her first Earth toy!"

"Maybe when she's bigger." Danny laughs, one hand holding the bottle up for his son and the other carefully tracing the features of his new daughter. "She may like to make ice sculptures of it someday."

Dani beams, looking much brighter since the day Roy had met her. "I can teach her how!"

"Me too!" Lian shouts, jumping up and down, growing as excited as the Daxamites seem to gain a little glow around them. Roy's widens, turning away from the group to press the next speed dial on his phone.

"Yes?" Jason's modified voice sends a burst of excitement down his spine, but he squishes it. He needs to remind himself that for all the feelings he has for the other man, they aren't lovers. It likely won't ever be.

"Buy better blinds. Danny glows"

It is a testament to how long they know each other when all Jason responds with is a very serious "Of course. I'll bring some milk, too."

Distantly, he hears one of Jason's goons ask. "Is that the boss's boyfriend?"

"I thought they were married with kids?"

Roy hands up before he has a heart attack.

[kurithedweeb]

Dear Sir Garroth,

Allow me to be plain with you, Sir. I'm angry at you. Pissed at you, really. Extraordinarily pissed, if you couldn't tell from the scorched edge of this letter you will likely never see. I'm not even sure why I'm still writing this seeing as I tried to burn it before I finished the first sentence. Perhaps only because it's something to do.

I was stabbed the day before the battle ended, do you remember? By a frost dagger. I would have appreciated the warning that the cold will run through your veins, perhaps from a man who used to wield one himself? You know how the cold afflicts me, you bastard. No matter, my blood is plenty warm with hurt now. Since you first bound it on the field, my stitches have been torn thrice. I collapsed the moment I stepped through the portal and had to be helped into town to see Donna.

Though she may be a wondrously talented medic, Donna is no healer or witch. There's only so much she could do and so she's ordered I remain on bedrest until I've healed to her liking. I'm loathe to bring that woman's wrath down on myself, hence why I am now writing pointless letters to men stranded in different realms. She has four children now, Donna; Yip, twin boys Lello and Rollo, and a girl named Luca. She's only a babe, Luca, still in her swaddling, but the twins must be nearly ten. I tell you this because it's been fifteen years. We've been gone fifteen years. You may still be gone years and years.

Levin is grown now. Lord, even. He resembles you very much, all keen blue eyes and wisps of blond curls falling in his face, but his mannerisms are alike his mothers'. He has a faint trace of your accent in his words, too. He did not recognize me. I'm told he was too young when we left to remember us properly, though Malachi supposedly does. He's a trader these days, out at sea with Logan when we arrived home. Levin didn't speak with me long, as busy all day as our lady is—was. He did tell me he'd been excited to meet us both, that his brother and Uncle Dante had told him stories of us as he'd grown, and he'd known that if we were anything at all like how they'd described then we were good men he'd rather get to know.

Dante's grown old. I last saw him hours ago, and now he is head guard rather than the slight boy fresh from the academy we knew him as. The dark circles under his eyes make me worry he hasn't had a proper rest in years, and he's thin in a way I wish I didn't recognize. Do you remember the night he snuck away to handle the O'khasian archers? You might not. I've found even so soon after to my eyes the days and nights blend together at times. I remember the great tears rolling down his face when you and I removed the arrow and picked the remains from his face. That night left a scar on either cheek, rough ones shaped like starbursts or comets. The shape far-off lights make in the night when you squint just right. He felt so small in the cradle of my arms then. He's of a height with me now, standing eye to eye.

We missed their entire lives in the Matron's realm. Gone in a blink. Our boys, our brother, our friends, they have all moved past us. Irony of irony, they've sent us off into the Matron's embrace already, Sir Garroth Ro'Meave. Buried us and moved on.

Because of your actions, we have missed the whole of their lives, the lives we could have shared with them. Should have. All for what? For a man you hadn't seen in at least a decade, one you no longer knew at all?

Everything has changed because of what you did, you ass. I should tell you I will never forgive this deed of yours. And yet I miss you already.

Sincerely yours,

Your second-in-command, Sir Laurance Zvahl of Phoenix Drop.

[reminiscentreader]

Hawthornes Kids headcanons.

I love these so much so why not make some of my own.

Grayson and phone girl (ik they’ll get married try and stop me) have a beautiful little girl, I think she’d have a really fancy name like, Beatrice or Desireè

Jameson and avery have one boy and one girl, (the girl is younger) called like Oliver and Madeline I think.

Max and xander have one little boy called Archer

Nash and Libby have two older twin girls called Sophie and Lilia.

Nash and Libby’s twins would always fight about stuff e.g hairbrushes, clothes and Nash would have to discipline them cause Libby hates telling off her little girls.

they both ride horses, their dad takes them every week for lessons.

On Saturdays there mum bakes for them (and they sometimes help her) and they love her cookies 🍪

Graysons daughter is very very shy, and since I think Grayson wouldn’t want to stay in Hawthorne house with the others, his daughter isn’t as close with her cousins as they are with eachother

She has blonde curly hair that her mother takes very good care of.

Other than the curly hair she looks exactly like Grayson.

She would go to a private school in either New York or London (you cannot convince me that Grayson doesn’t move to either one of those places)

although she looks like Grayson, she’s very sweet and is just like a really really shy version of Gigi.

she definitely has dimples.

and a big fluffy white cat called socks taht grayson has personal beef with.

She really loves animals so when they visit Hawthorne house Nash’s girls would always show her there horses.

Grayson absolutely spoils her, she mentions she wants something once? She’s got it, although I do think Grayson would discipline her and tell her to wait for Christmas or her birthday.

she’s a June baby

She always has a ribbon in her hair

when she was a bit younger and went to visit Hawthorne house she would hide behind a wall and watch her cousins play because she wanted to play with them but was too scared to ask 🥲

But eventually Jamesons daughter noticed her and invited her to play with them.

I also think she’d be suprisingly funny

Jamesons son is a nightmare.

he’s just like his father but so much worse, he’s definitely a crazy kid who runs around the house naked screaming that he wants mashed potatoes.

He plays football and in high school is like the ultimate popular kid.

I also agree with @hathorneheiress that he would be terrified of Grayson

He definitely hit his parents when he was little and didn’t get what he wanted.

he grew out of it though.

however, his sister was more of a whiner.

she looked just like Avery

she’s a little quieter than her brother and like her mother to read to her.

she’s very extroverted though, and can make Graysons daughter very nervous.

she’s on Country heights days debate team.

she then finds out that graysons daughter writes the speeches for her debate club, but doesn’t actually do the debating (cause y’know)

they bond over that and become really close.

She love love love loves butterflies, Jameson once bought her a book on different butterflies and she could name 20 different types by 7

Xanders son Is the perfect mix of him and max

him and Jamesons son get along perfectly

Grayson always catches them doing something they shouldn’t and every time jamesons kid starts crying and begging for Grayson to spare him. Grayson never tells

he really good and science

he once got and award for it in school and xander got him a dozen back of donuts for him to celebrate.

him and Isaiah are really close.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Hope you enjoyed these, I really loved writing them 😭

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

— B A S I C S

Name: Bellinor Lanverlais

Nicknames: Dusk, which is the name he goes by in almost all circumstances. The vast majority of people don't know his actual first name.

Age: 39, I'll tick him over to 40 when Dawntrail starts. Happy birthday?

Nameday: 21st Sun of the Second Umbral Moon

Race: Elezen, Wildwoodishgardian

Gender: Dude

Orientation: Pansexual, polyamorous

Profession: Gunbreaker, will still do DRK and DRG things occasionally. Also a carpenter.

— P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Blondie blond blond with some white highlights that he doesn't want to think about but luckily blend in pretty well. He also has a beard. He will never shave it.

Eyes: Dark Green

Skin: Light skinned, but does look like he goes into the sun occasionally. He promises he goes into the sun occasionally.

Tattoos/scars: Nope!

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Extremely alive. His father is named Bernon, and he was a pikeman in the Ishgardian military until he and his wife deserted left, and he is currently a maverick Wood Wailer who should probably hand in his badge. His mother is named Gwenolie, she was a chirugeon in Ishgard, which is how she met Bernon in the first place. She retired completely upon reaching Gridania ... as far as Gridania knows, at least.

Siblings: His twin sister, Orianne. Her nickname, of course, is Dawn. She's a botanist most of the time, unless she feels like the Scions are not doing a good enough job keeping an eye on her brother. Then she's a lancer who recently picked up reaper, since it's hard to feel like you're pulling your weight when your brother and his boyfriend bro are both extra special dragoons, you know?

Grandparents: ALSO VERY ALIVE, although they're all getting on in years. Gwenolie's parents are Lionnet and Aurelle Tirauland. Lionnet is a (mostly) retired chocobo trainer, Aurelle is a retired knight. Bernon's parents are Ciceroix and Iliette Lanverlais. Ciceroix was also a pikeman in the military (now retired) and Iliette is a retired archer.

In-laws and Other: It's kinda funny this asks for in-laws but not ... partners? Farron is Dusk's almost-husband, which makes Farron's semi-adopted dad, Bjalla, Dusk's almost-father-in-law. Farron also has two kids, twins, named Sverre and Kara, who seem keen to adopt Dusk. The twins live on the First. It's a whole thing. And Estinien is ... <waves hand vaguely>.

Pets: Dusk and Farron are currently raising two amaro babies, which probably count. Their names are Eo Lad and Sul Lad, and they're adorable. There's also Duck, of course, but he's not a pet.

— S K I L L S

Abilities: He has an excellent memory for names and visuals. He is an excellent carpenter. He's also usually pretty good in social situations.

Hobbies: He enjoys woodworking, playing piano or cello, or painting when it's Hobby Time.

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Traits: Kind, determined, resilient.

Most Negative Traits: Sore loser, has a very difficult time telling concise stories, tends to hide when he's Not Alright from most people.

— L I K E S

Colors: Greens and blues.

Smells: Sawdust, and the way super cold, crisp air smells.

Textures: I have never thought about this question, and I do not intend to start. He probably likes when he runs a hand over something he's sanded and it feels perfect, though. Does that count?

Drinks: Likes finding new teas to try. Also a closet wine snob.

— O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not tobacco! :D

Drinks: As mentioned, he is into wine. He usually stops drinking once he feels himself getting tipsy, but ... not always.

Drugs: don't worry about it

Mount Issuance: His chocobo Pike, of course. He also has an amber draught chocobo named Lance.

Been Arrested: Uhhh unless that one time in Ul'dah counts, nope!

I was tagged by @alixennial, thank you! I don't want to tag every single FFXIV mutual I have, so uh ... if you're one of them, do the thing if you want. :P

[tulips-and-tunes]

𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭

About me: Samara London(but just call me sammy)//16//ENFP//Violinist//Flower enthusiast//she/her//English//bisexual//iris kid

Personality: happy//carefree//bubbly//very social//caring//sweet

Family: used to have a twin sister called phoebe but she died in the war against kronos, dad lives in the uk with step mom and step brother, she has a good relationship with them

Camp history: came to camp half blood at 13 and met her best friend here, loves to spend her day at the archery field with her

Looks: wavy blonde hair to her shoulder, hazel eyes, 5'6, always wearing jewelry

My friends:

Deka: @sunshine-and-fountain-pens

August: @auggie-wauggie-the-hermes-spawn

Alec: @spawnofsleep

Rosalyn: @dancer-of-demeter

Lizzie: @liz-the-poet-archer

Alina: @alina-cora-harisen

Connor: @connor-it-wasnt-me-stoll

Ooc:

Really cool headers from @cafekitsune

Hi I'm @the-official-failure

[nebulablakemurphy]

Through Love And By Love (Pt. 1)

Draco Malfoy x Fem!OC

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished.

Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding the use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.

“If you ask me, the most mishandled aspect of the wizarding war, will always be Rosanna McVay’s tragic entanglement to the Malfoy family.” The reporter’s voice booms over the radio.

“Oi, give it a rest.” Their cohost retorts.

“That girl was bred like cattle, she lost her entire life to that family. She fell in love with a monster and Draco Malfoy fell in love with the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He enjoys her the way a child does a toy.”

“And that is where we disagree. Draco Malfoy sold his soul to the devil, to save Rosanna McVay; and it’s people like you that’ve forced the reopening of this case, after over twenty years!”

“Pish, posh, the trial was rushed and we all know it. The imperius charm is listed as an unforgivable curse for a reason. The minister for magic, at present, recognizes that in a way that Kingsley Shacklebolt failed to.”

“Hermione Granger-Weasley would not open this can of worms of her own accord, but given the recent outcry, her hands are tied.”

Hermione. Rosanna’s best friend since childhood.

“Scorpius.” Another voice calls, not from the radio. This time addressing him directly.

“Mum, I was just-” the boy begins to defend himself.

Rosanna smiles, kindly. “Finish getting ready for the train, it’s almost time to go.”

“Why are we leaving so early?” The train back to school doesn’t leave for hours.

“We’re driving down this year.”

“Driving?” They’ve always taken the floo.

“Photographers from the paper expect us to come through the floo network. This way will be better, less hectic.” Rosanna explains. “Plus, we have a chance for car karaoke.”

“Right,” Scorpius chokes out. Car karaoke…as if she and his father haven’t been running mad, meeting with lawyers, to clear Draco’s name from crimes committed, against her, more than two decades ago.

Rosanna leaves him to it. Scorpius is number five of their six children. The rest daughters, ranging in age from two to twenty-one.

Their eldest, Leo, followed in her mother’s footsteps, as a proud Gryffindor. Joining the Holyhead Harpies after finishing school.

The second born, Arlo, a Ravenclaw; graduated with honors.

Followed closely by the twins, Vega, Gryffindor and Polaris, Slytherin.

Scorpius joined her, in their father’s former house.

And little Corina is far too young to be sorted.

Draco is still in the kitchen, when Rosanna returns. Corina in her high chair, demanding more scrambled eggs, faster than her father can serve her. Pouting unhappily as she waits.

Rosanna passes a hand over her strawberry blonde baby curls, the same shade as her own hair. Making her way over to her husband, leaning against the counter beside the stove.

“What is it, love?” Draco murmurs, feeling the heaviness in the air around her.

“Scorpius…he was listening to the radio. A talk show.”

“Mmm.” Draco hums, in acknowledgment. “They’ll be on about it in the common rooms as well, I suppose. At least he has Albus, Polaris. Vega will have Arlene and Rose, if she needs someone in her house to-”

Rosanna nods, coming to wrap both arms around his waist and resting her head against the expanse between his shoulder blades.

It’s never been this bad. No one following them to snap a photo or beating at the manor doors demanding answers.

In many ways, their story demands attention for it’s riveting and…controversial nature. Perhaps because there are only two people in the world who know what happened in its entirety.

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Rosanna McVay transfers, from Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry, to Hogwarts at the beginning of her third year. Entirely against her wishes and as a result of her parents, Archer and Dixie, transferring to higher positions within the Ministry of Magic.

"This will be a good change, baby, you'll see." Her mother promises.

At Ilvermorny, students are placed into houses based on the four carvings of the great hall and which reacts to the student in question. The houses represent one part of an entire wizard. Rosanna herself being a proud Pukwudgie, the heart.

Leaving her life, namely her friends and grandmother, who she's always shared a special bond with, to move part way across the world; is the hardest thing Rosanna has ever done. Then again change is never easy.

Once at Hogwarts, she's placed into Gryffindor, the moment the sorting hat touches her strawberry blonde locks.

Rosanna makes new friends among her house mates. Most famously with Ron, Hermione, and Harry; all in her year.

When Rosanna is forced to partner with Draco Malfoy on a class assignment, things go down hill quickly from there.

Fate is tricky that way. Tricky and cruel.

Draco is different. He’s rough around the edges and sharp enough to cut deep where he wants to.

He doesn’t have time for her, the half blood transfer student with whom he’s forced to share half of his grade.

He picks her apart, wondering just how many times he’ll send her off, lip quivering, before the nutter of a professor will stop pairing them together.

But the two of them receive top marks once, twice, three times, four. Rosanna is a good partner, though Draco will never admit it. She works hard and with practice, learns to ignore his jabs.

Until the day she doesn’t. Slapping the quill from his hand, leaving blotches of dark ink on the parchment.

“You’re an asshole.” Rosanna snaps, “I’m getting a new partner.”

“Go right ahead.” Draco waves her away. There’s nothing she can say to the professor that he hasn’t already tried.

A few moments later she returns to the desk, fuming.

“Not getting a new partner after all, McVay?” Draco welcomes her back, with a smug grin.

“Maybe if we start flunking this class he’ll reconsider.”

“You should never cut off your nose to spite your face.” Draco reminds her, “or do they not teach that in America?”

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It becomes a bit of a sport really, getting under her skin. And oh how he does, like a school boy, tugging at his sweetheart’s hair on the playground.

"Do you like butter beer?" Malfoy asks as they're packing up their books for next period.

“Not after you’ve poisoned it.” Rosanna rolls her eyes.

Those big, brown, eyes that send Draco’s insides to a frenzy. If he could… Just once… just to get her out of his system-

"Hogsmeade has the best, straight from the tap." Draco holds her gaze. “Seeing as we’re clearly going to be working together through the end of this year, what harm could one butter beer do?”

His proximity makes her nervous, he can feel it.

Just one time, Rosanna reasons. Just to get him out of her system. “Fine.”

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They kiss, for the first time, behind the little Hogsmeade pub. Realizing too late that they won’t be able to stop.

Kissing Rosanna is brilliant, sweet, like nectar from a forbidden fruit. All swollen lips and flushed cheeks as she pulls away, panting.

“This is a mistake,” she breathes.

“Clearly,” Draco agrees.

But for whatever reason they lean in again.

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This new…tolerance of one another is shocking to their classmates and friends.

“Not to worry about her filthy blood, Draco.” Theodore Nott calls, from his spot lunging on the settee of the Slytherin common room. “I’m sure you can clean it right out of her.”

The room erupts into laughter; hushed whispers follow.

She is one hell of a half blood.

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The Yule Ball presents a unique opportunity for Draco to disappoint his father. He’s going to ask Rosanna, because the thought of Potter’s hands on her waist makes him want to come out of his skin.

Nothing serious though, of course. Lots of purebloods have been known to fool around with those of lesser status before settling down. This was just that.

At least that’s what Draco tells himself as he hand picks a dress for his date. Slipping it into a over sized box and slamming it down on the Gryffindor table, in the great hall, during breakfast.

“Draco?” Rosanna spits up a bit of her pumpkin juice.

“It’s for you to wear to the ball,” he explains. “With me.”

Rosanna shakes her head with a smirk. “Asshole.”

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The night of the Yule Ball they dance until sun up, their feet ache and exhaustion paints their features.

“Thank you for tonight.” Rosanna whispers against his shoulder. She knows this isn’t forever.

“Thank you.” This night, and every night after belongs to her.

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The formation of Dumbledore's Army and the addition of Dolores Umbridge to Hogwarts; creates a unique divide between Draco and Rosanna. Draco takes his place on the inquisitorial squad and Rosanna trains with Harry and their friends, in the room of requirement.

The night they are caught and forced to write lines with Dolores’ special quills, Draco nearly Avadas the old witch.

"Let's see your hand,” Draco snaps. Coming to collect Rosanna the moment they are dismissed.

"It's fine." Rosanna shakes her head at him. "Doesn't hurt."

“You’re lying, let me see.” He insists, consumed by the urge to kiss her wounds; letter for letter.

That’s probably why Lucius finally demands to meet her.

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Winter break comes, Rosanna spends the night after Christmas at Malfoy manor. This life simply isn’t for her.

Perhaps that’s why Draco’s parents have allowed her there. To finally scare her away, once and for all.

Though she must admit, if only to herself, that Draco doesn’t really belong here either.

The boy in question creeps into the guest room, where Rosanna is planning her escape. Maybe she’ll tell them she has food poisoning and needs to return home early.

“What are you doing?” Rosanna’s brows furrow at the intrusion.

"Come on." Draco whispers, "there’s something I need to show you." He takes Rosanna's hand, leading her down a number of staircases to the lowest level. It's pitch black save for the light coming from the tip of Draco's wand.

"Are you ready to tell me what the hell it is?" She huffs.

"What do you know about prophecies?" Draco asks.

"Not a lot, but I'm sure you're gonna educate me." Rosanna leans in with renewed interest.

"They're derived from seers, a form of divination. Some are rubbish, the ministry doesn't bother with those. Others are kept in the hall of prophecies." Draco pauses, making sure he hasn't overloaded her with information.

"Following." Rosanna nods, listening intently.

"Only a person about whom a prophecy is made has the ability to remove it from the hall. Same as the prophecy will only speak for those it pertains to. My father keeps it down here." The fair haired boy explains.

"Your dad has a prophecy?" Rosanna asks, tightening the ponytail atop her head.

"No, I do. He brought me down to the ministry last week." Draco moves toward the locked box, on the center shelf of the stained oak bookcase, against the back wall. Producing a crystal ball with white glowing dust inside.

"They call across land and sea." A voice fills the room, the second it touches his hand.

Rosanna cringes when Draco places it into her palm.

"Just listen." He hushes her. Watching in wonder as it continues to speak.

"Born from the dark, through she, redeemed. Born from the dirt, through he, blossoms. Through love and by love, castles will crumble. A lion heart, tried and true; chooses a side the other must lose." The disembodied voice finishes.

"What does it mean?" Rosanna all but tosses the crystal back into its box.

"I was hoping you'd help me riddle that out." Malfoy purses his lips.

The girl wraps both arms around herself, tightly.

"I haven't told my father what it says. I wanted you to hear it first." Draco tells her.

"Do you really think it’s about us?" Rosanna doesn't understand, not really. But she can feel, in her bones, that no good will come from this.

"It spoke for you, same as it did for me. We need to sort out what it means before it's too late." Draco says. "We'll go back to your room and get started."

Part 2

[alalaya2]

Tim Drakes sleeping habits save the Earth

Part 9 Death is a punk Goth

Morrigan like her older brother always knew things Things she was suppose to know and things she was defiantly not suppose to know. It did help with her rambunctious Friends/ siblings that she was the one who always knew how a journey would end. Lazarus would start there journeys Clockwork could see where they would go, she would see the end of the journey and their friends/siblings of chose made the journey worth taking. I had save them all a lot of grief in the long run knowing which pitfalls to avoid especially if both she and her Brother told them not to do it. Vortex nine time out of ten did it any way the Crazy loon that he was took it as a challenge. It would not surprises Morrigan if the Yahoo became a deliquesce in her absents.

It was not until she had married Lazarus and became pregnant with her twins that she saw two different ending she was Death and death was an end and a new beginning. she could watch her babies grow up and have children of their own only for most of the Realms being destroyed or she could miss so much of their life and the would suffer but they would survive and some day maybe even be happy and the realms would flourish. She was the Phantom Queen in the end their really wasn't a choice.

Morrigan allowed herself to Fade into the realms of the Endless and with the realms of the Endless was her younger siblings Destiny, Dream (formerly Morpheus, succeeded by Daniel), Destruction ("The Prodigal"), Desire, Despair ,Delirium (formerly "Delight"). She knew that she needed to keep them safe and that one day she would take them into the infinite Realms to save the balance they all protected. It was hard watching her Children Grow up without her and watching the hardship all of her family went through. the only comfort she had was a small locket watch that Clockwork had given to her with its steady ticking she knew the day it died was the day that she could go home and it was a day she was Dreading.

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Danny hurt all over his head hurt his body hurt and even his hair hurt he could see some ghost that had gone missing a few days ago secured to a slab the Scientist. He was luck or unlucky that as a Ghost his voice and hands were not intermetal to communicating. They had Klemper his Blond hair was matted with his own ectoplasm he was missing one of his red eyes. Klemper Reached out to his aura to his king ‘Friend, King. no not you’

‘How? Missing, who else’

“Ambushed, Trap, Promus of Friend, Archer gone.’

Archer was one of Doras subjects he was just starting to be trusted to go out of the Dragon Kingdom Aragon had not treated his subjects well and his soldiers even worse. Jazz had given Dora resources to help, and they were finally started to heal and move forward. Danny allowed himself one moment to mourn his passing and focused back onto Klemper and any others that may be there.

‘Others?’

‘Yes Plaything, Rebreather others don’t Know 15 more’

Over 20 of his Subjects he knew some were missing in the living Realms and no one knew it was that many and there was no telling how many others had faded like Archur. It was as if his core was a glacier, and it was starting to melt and Crumble at the thought of some many of his subjects he couldn’t save couldn’t PROTECT. His Fight had discovered that he had a Dule obsession Space and the protections of all that was in it the fact that his people were suffering, and he couldn’t protect them was painful. ‘Stay strong, will get you all out, help will come.’ Klemper just projected a string of emotions that Danny didn’t catch.

Klemper was a little over 100 years old he had Died during WWI Due to Mustard gas he knew that the young king was just Trying to protect him in any way he can. He had been with the GIW too long and he would not last the rest of the day. Already he could feel his core starting to dissolve but, the thought was nice almost like a Friend trying to comfort you. At least this time he would not die alone with out a friend or as near a Friend as a ghost enemy can get. ‘Sorry king, to late, to late, much to late thank you not alone friend.’

Danny watched in horror as Klemper seemed to shimmer a bit then he started to dissolve leaving bits of snow as he became less and less. Danny screamed as much as he could with his muzzle and restraints. He’s chest Rumbled shaking the table he had been strapped to and that Rumble started to shake the building as well. There was shouting in the halls outside the room, but Danny didn’t hear, nor did he care one of his had faded right in front of him and he could do nothing. Klemper was a little annoying, but he didn’t deserve this, none of them did.

Finally, Agent O burst in the room while he was trying to cover his ears as much as possible. Agent O glared at Danny shouting at him to shut up, but Danny could not hear him over the sounds of his own muffled screams. He had had enough and kicked the Button on the side of Danny’s table, shocking Danny into oblivion. Agent O, pleased with how he was able to take out the Ghost Scum was happy that despite that little hiccup everything was going smoothly.

This, all the GIW later find out, would be proven false because The Batfam and the JL were on the case Clark had heard the scream and told batman which Direction it was coming from. The Bats were able to find the tremors from the scream and pinpoint where Danny was they alerted everyone and everyone was ready for a throwdown.

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[perhapsisuppose]

you. give me your ninjago headcanons

the joy that surged through me.

i have a LOT

my faves tho are related around what they’d look like as humans

cole - definitely a big guy, super strong, would have darker skin and cool hair. i sometimes see people hc him as blasian or indian and both of those ARE SO FITTING

I fully and firmly believe cole is a metaphor for being gay

the royal blacksmiths ep in s1 is smth i have always felt was a subtle nod to the struggle of being gay and having a “double life” where he was nervous to tell his dad.

zane - either darker skin for human form or just the titanium (i think he’s a metaphor for autism 😈)

jay - white. canadian, probably. freckled everywhere, redhead bs, etc. (my adhd twin) the thinnest ninja, my guy is muscly but thin.

nya and kai - asian, tan skin, nya is definitely taller after s8 when they all start to grow up. nya’s bulky but kai is on the thinner side.

lloyd - asian, sometimes i see him portrayed as tan, and sometimes white. either work in my head. he’s not that thin, probably middle build.

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random ones i’ve collected :

- jay’s special interest is video games, hence why they pop up as a constant interest for him throughout seasons, unlike the baking and cooking he mentions in the pilot (those were definitely his past fixations.)

- jay has a knack for inventing and tinkering - maybe it was a past fixation because it did fade as nya took the character role of “inventor”

- kai thinks cole is probably the hottest dude he’s ever seen, whether romantically or platonically is up to you, but he’s definitely had at least one fleeting homo thought

- jay and zane stim and talk over robotics and tech for hours. nya often walks in and joins, but will leave after they fall down another inevitable rabbit hole.

- lloyd dyes his hair blonde. he was born with terrifyingly bright blonde hair, but it became darker into a light brown with his rapid aging in s2. he just prefers the blonde.

- misako 100% has had some cheating-ass romantic interaction with wu while garm was out of the picture.

- harumi doesn’t love lloyd. she loves the idea of him. all she wanted was to be protected, and here’s the easy-to-manipulate, powerful, and cute green ninja - her easiest way to feel in control, whether subconscious or not at first.

- while arguing about nya with kai, jay has definitely pulled something like “what, you want me to marry you instead, asshole??” “you can say you’re jealous.”

- cole and jay have a closer bond than many.

- during the early seasons when cole was “interested” in nya, i hc that as him either experimenting or caring for her and confusing it for romantic love.

- nya struggles to say ‘i love you’ directly to jay due to the intense vulnerability it fills her with. she shows it in many other ways, and regrets not saying it sooner before seabound

- jay is insecure about this. ^

- that one archer ghost from s5 who wanted ronan’s soul bc of some deal he made was DEFINITELY into him. or vice versa.

- pythor and scales are 100% a divorced couple. how would that work lore-wise? it wouldn’t. they just are.

- chen is into the most fucking kinky shit you could ever fathom. he was alone on that island for a long, long time.

and is insane.

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IF I THINK OF MORE OR IVE FORGOTTEN SOME, ILL TELL U!!!!

YIPPEEEE

[diiivinerot]

leo suter . cis man . he/him . wasn’t that vlad dragova walking the cobbled roads of coňstanja? it’s nice to see the prince of valanya out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously mercurial, whilst also managing to be quite insightful. the thirty year old is eager to explore bran keep. i heard that they themselves are divine ( infern ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of sometimes, home is not a home, but a claw lodged inside you; my rot is as hungry as me. & when god asks me about love, I always respond with cruelty; nothing is beautiful & true.

BASICS

given   name: vlad cosmin dragova; monikers: vlad dracul & the dragon of valanya; title: prince of valanya; age: thirty; gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him; orientation: bisexual & demiromantic; religion: pls miss him with that s*it; allegiance: the people of valanya; faceclaim: leo suter.

PHYSICAL

build: muscular, athletic; height: 188 cms,  six’ two; hair: thick, curly, about shoulder length – dirty blonde, usually worn in a bun, or kept loose; eyes: brown; clothing: military uniform, well-worn, he can clean up well at court, but he spends so little time there that he prefers to be comfortable in his clothes, they’re never quite correctly worn enough to be princely, though his overall deportment makes it clear he’s someone of consequence.  

PSYCHOLOGICAL

abilities: infern (fire manipulation), horse riding, well versed in a variety of weapons prefers axes and swords, is quite a capable archer as well; mbti: estp – tends to be on the competitive side, often assuming that a competitive mindset is a necessity to achieve success in life. With their driven, action-oriented attitudes, they rarely waste time thinking about the past; temperament: choleric – people with choleric personalities have an outgoing nature and generally prefer to be in control of their environment or the situation they are in. they are confident and decisive but may come off as domineering or aggressive at times; moral alignment: chaotic good – a chaotic good character does whatever is necessary to bring about change for the better, disdains bureaucratic organizations that get in the way of social improvement, and places a high value on personal freedom, not only for oneself but for others as well. Chaotic good characters usually intend to do the right thing, but their methods are generally disorganized and often out of sync with the rest of society; virtues: assertiveness & purposefulness; vices:  contempt & wrath; ( + ): charismatic, confident, quick-witted; ( – ): impatient, remorseless, stubborn.

BIOGRAPHY

vlad does not remember if he ever wanted to make his father proud. does not remember him being a father, at all, truth be told, just the king, who he might or might not succeed one day. he does not remember a time when his twin was just that, just family, & not a thorn in his side, the one who acted as though stefan’s approval was a prize to be won. he cannot remember if he ever agreed with her, on anything, never mind this.

all he knows is wanting to be seen as himself first, gain glory in a way it wouldn’t refract onto his house. he did not want to be forced to play a game of his father’s choosing – & maybe that’s why it was so easy to send him away, that’s why it was so easy to keep him away.

vlad was just fine with that. he did his time in the academy, did his time in the army, & when the king suggested he linger where he was, he did so without quarrel. he does remember missing home at first, though he does not remember why he even considered bran keep home in the first place.

home is not a house anymore, not a castle, but his country – he bled for her, fought for her, did unspeakable things in her defence, & he is angry. he is furious with the world he lives in, with himself for not changing it enough to make a difference, with the uselessness & coldness of a war which has been going long before he was born, & which looks primed to continue long after he’s dead.

he might be of fire, but he could never burn bright enough to banish all the evils away, no matter how hard he tried. & he did try, distinguishing himself at the academy, the most promising recruit, the leader his soldiers needed him to be, nothing was ever enough to even make a dent.

& so, he’s angry at his country too, at the people languishing in fear & poverty, allowing that bloated toad he has the misfortune to call father to rule them from his lavish fortress, take the little they do have for himself & his cronies, leaving them to suffer the consequences of being hunted, of being at war. his anger feeds his fire, & he is angry at the whole world. it is still not enough.

his disdain for being back in the capital gnaws at him, the trappings of royalty he’s long since thought he’d shed on the field coiling back around him like chains, as hard-won pragmatism nags at him to do what he’s told. surrounded by enemies as they are, even an unfit king seems like a lesser evil.  the army, bolstered by the sweat & suffering of everyone else save the aristocratic few, must be maintained, any disruption in supplies could mean the collapse of their defensive lines.

he's prepared to do what he must, even go through the pageantry of a royal wedding, if that’s what it takes to convince the old guard he’s not the inferno his time in the army showed he was. fire destroys yes, but it also purifies. & if he is to cleanse valanya of her enemies, both within & without, he needs to gain control. he might not want the crown, but if that’s what he needs in order to access what he wants, he will play the game until everyone is made safe. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS comrades: other members of the army, divine or not that he might have interacted with in the decade+ he's been fighting for valanya; political allies: he’s distinguished himself in the army, as a compelling and capable leader. there could be people at court who would prefer him to succeed his father, over his sister. vlad does not have an interest in the crown per say, but he doesn’t want alina to have it either, and as he has no better plan to dismantle the royal family yet, he would play at politics in order to gain time.

[erosjournal]

valgrace playlist !!

romeo and juliet ; valgrace

gold rush - taylor swift

till forever falls apart - ashe, FINNEAS

invisible string - taylor swift

if i saw him i’d still kiss him - mccafferty

the great war - taylor swift

right where you left me - taylor swift

daylight - taylor swift

astronomy - conan gray

dress - taylor swift

talk too much - coin

atlantis - seafret

heathers - conan gray

gorgeous - taylor swift

the archer - taylor swift

the alchemy - taylor swift

the prophecy - taylor swift

mirrorball - taylor swift

twin size mattress - the front bottoms

the blond- tv girl

mary - alex g

bottom - mccafferty

call it what you want - taylor swift

ms americana and the heart break prince - taylor swift

so high school - taylow swift

hot to go - chappell roan

say yes to heaven - lana del ray

apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

greek god - conan gray

family line - conan gray

sailor song - gigi perez

die with a smile - lady gaga, bruno mars

rollercoaster - the bleachers

touch tank - quinnie

meteor shower - cavetown

tim, wish you were born a girl - of montreal

sports - beach bunny

love you like a love song - selena gomez

wolves - selena gomez

kiss me - sixpence none the richer

national anthem - lana del ray

mr. loverman - ricky montgomery

iris - the goo goo dolls

bubble gum - clairo

can i call you tonight - dayglow

good luck, babe - chappell roab

death bed (coffee) - powfu, beabadoobee

that’s so true - gracie abrams

@iwannascreameurekaa

[thebetterbartontwin]

File 618

Name: Charlotte Middle Name: Fiona  Last Name: Barton  Full Name: Charlotte Fiona Barton Nicknames: Charcoal (preferred name), Twin Sis, C (Clint), Hot Chocolate (Dani) Merida (Tony) and Clint’s Female Doppelgänger (Natasha) Alias: Nighthawk. SHIELD Alias: Agent Barton

Face Claim: Amber Heard Age Range: 41-53  Birthday: June 18  Citizenship: American 🇺🇸  Past Allegiances: S.H.I.E.L.D. Current Allegiances: The Avengers

Gender: female  Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: Straight ally  

Current Occupation: Part Time Avenger  Past Occupations: Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D Abilities/Skills: expert marksmanship, good at archery, hand to hand combat, weapons and martial arts  mastery, acrobat, gymnast, dancer and can play the banjo and saxophone.

Appearance: pale skin, dirty blonde hair and brown eyes  Everyday Outfit: a black plaid flannel jacket, navy blue jeans, a burgundy t-shirt and a dark brown boots.

Avenger Suit: identical to her brother’s suit. (www.pinterest.com/pin/142707881930174751/)

Other Suits: Avenger Time Travel Suit and a SHIELD agent uniform.  Personality: similar to her twin brother, brave operative with a deadpan focus, dedicated to her job of protecting the innocent, good sense of humor, sassy, intelligent, funny, uplifting, outgoing, thoughtful, kindhearted, sweet, creative, upbeat, supportive, generous and caring. 

Hobbies: dancing, practicing archery and music, traveling, swimming, yoga, hiking, bird watching, art and music.

Quotes: “You are only 15 seconds older! That does not automatically make you the older sibling!”

“If you call yourself the older twin, one more time Francis, I’m going throw this coffee pot at your head!”

Theme Songs: The Archer by Taylor Swift, Born This Way by Lady Gaga and Take a Hint by Victorious Cast.

Symbol: a kite 🪁  Family Mother: Edith Barton Twin Brother: Clint Barton Older Brother: Barney Barton Sister-In-Law: Laura Barton Nephews: Cooper and Nathaniel Barton Niece: Lila Barton. Adopted Niece: Aurora Byers-Rogers-Barton Friends/Allies Best Friends: Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, and Daniella Romanoff-Barnes Close Friends: Bruce Banner, Thor, Tony Stark and Maria Hill  Friends: Kate Bishop, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Rhodey, Vision and Scott Lang Allies: T’Challa, Doctor Strange, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury and Wong Frenemies/Enemies Frenemies: Bucky Barnes and Yelena Belova Enemies: Hydra, Loki, Thanos and his army Other Mentors: unknown  Life-Savers: none yet Acquaintances: Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Parker and Happy Hogan.

@thewhitespiderwitch @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 @nataliaromanova-official @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass @we-love-redwing

@serenastark-official @more-than-toast

[hannahhook7744]

You’re on Your Own, Kid (You Always Have Been);

Summary: The Badun Detective Agency founding members (and Elle) are used to being on their own. Here are just a few examples. Cowritten with @igetthedisneybox . Trigger warnings: child abuse, child neglect, child abandonment, swearing, mentioned child murder, animal abuse, car accidents leading to serious injuries, implied suicide, child labor, ableism, etc.

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The rain pelted the ground as the sky above thundered on.

Helga tightened her grip on the two baskets in her hand, making sure they didn’t slip. Despite her heavy load, she traversed the streets of the Isle with all the grace and poise of an assassin, until she finally made it to her destination.

Hell Hall.

Sneaking up the steps, she placed the two baskets on the doorstep, making sure the note was fully visible.

Her twin babies stared up at her, blinking innocently. Harold had the letter addressed to their father and the De Vil’s clutched in his chubby fist.

“Be good you two. But be sure to give them hell. God knows they’ll need it.”

“Ma—” Her daughter, Mabletrude, babbled happily. Reaching for her with one hand and clutching her little wooden doll in the other.

Helga felt a pain in her chest, but she ignored it. “Bye, little ones. Ma loves you.” She banged her fist on the door three times, then ran into the bushes, out of sight, but able to watch.

Harry watched her go and when he realized she wasn't going to come back and get them, he started to wail. 

Loud swearing could be heard from inside for a few minutes before someone finally answered the door. 

It took her a moment to recognize them.

“Hunter.” She breathed, almost wanting to come out of the bushes, to see her son. But she thought better of it. He would only be angry.

That is, if he even recognized her. They hadn't seen each other since before her Archer (his father) died more than nine years ago, after all.

The bleach blonde looked around confused for a moment before looking down—his brown eyes going comically wide before he hesitantly took them inside.

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The last thing Elle remembered when she woke up was the family car crashing and pain. Horrible, horrible pain in her back and legs that was nothing like she'd ever felt before in her long three years of life. 

Pain that was now completely gone. Replaced by a strange numbness that was completely overshadowed by how blurry everything in this strange, new, bright place was. 

“Mama?”

Her mother didn't respond or come running to her call. 

“Papa?”

Her father didn't either. 

So…Elle tried to get up, only to faceplant on the floor—causing the little brunette to start crying. 

A man and a woman, who had been standing outside the door talking to a nurse, came rushing in. “Are you alright, dear?”

“I want my mama!” Elle sniffled, trying to push herself to her feet—almost causing her to faceplant agan. 

The woman gently lifted her up and back onto the bed. “Honey…your mama had to go away.”

“Then I wants papa!”

The man winced. “Your papa had to go away too. I’m sorry, little one.”

“I wanna go home then!” Elle yelled, getting more and more frustrated. “I wanna go home!”

The woman sighed. “Dear…we’re gonna be taking you to our home for now.”

“Why?”

“Since your parents…someone needs to take care of you. We decided that we wanted to be the ones to take care of you.” Eric chimed in.

Elle made a face. Trying to understand. “I don't… I don't understands.”

“We know, Elle.” Ariel tried to soothe. “This is hard to understand. We’ll try and help you the best we can.”

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A loud bang rang out throughout the small area of land where the Bing circus was located, followed by an even louder, high-pitched scream. 

It came from Maximilian and Hermie Bing’s trailer. 

“Goodness, what was that?” Colette looked alarmed at the trailer.

Holt looked wary. “No idea. Should we go check it out?”

Colette looked at him like he was insane. “Somebody just screamed from our boss’s trailer. Yes we should go check it out!”

Holt got up, still wary and looked at the others: Mainly his two children—Joey and Milly. “You two stay here.”

Just then, the screaming got louder. 

Holt whirled around towards the sound. “That sounds like Hermie! Let’s go!” He began to run towards the sound.

“DADDY! DADDY!” The seven year old’s cries became clearer and clearer the closer he got. 

“Hermie!” Holt called out as he and Colette approached the trailer.

She didn't respond and just kept screaming. 

Bursting into the trailer, all they could see was the little brunette standing in the doorway to her dad's room. Her back to them. 

“Hermie? What’s wrong, what happened?” Colette approached the screaming girl cautiously. Only to immediately get a glimpse of some kind of red liquid on the floor. 

Colette tried to pull Hermie away from the door. “Holt, go get…somebody. Anybody. There’s…I think there’s blood…” She trailed off.

Holt didn't need to be told twice. 

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Jace sniffled, pressing the coldest thing he could find to his wrist. 

His mother hovered over him, unsure of what else she could do. “See? It’s not that bad. That’ll heal up nicely.”

“I hate her, mama.” the seven year old replied miserably. “And I hate him too.”

“Hate isn’t a very nice word, dear.” Katrina said through a wince.

“Well Cru-ella isn't nice either.” He huffed, defiant.

“I know, I know. But we have to be better than her.”

“Which isn’t hard.” She thought, but did not say.

“How can we be better if she kills us like she did the others?” Jace muttered. Grumpily.

Katrina blinked. She felt like all the breath had been stolen from her lungs. “What are you talking about?”

The smaller brunette squinted at her, clearly confused. “Whaddya mean what am I talking about? She killeds James and maybe the others too.”

James was Jace’s oldest half brother. 

It seemed like all she could do was stare. “Jacey? Please tell Mommy that you're joking. That this is a prank.”

He looked even more confused. “No… she pushed him down the stairs cause he wouldn't let her hit Hunter.”

Katrina tried to catch her breath. This was…she didn’t know how to deal with this. But first things first: Jace could not see her try and figure this out. “My, look at the time. It’s bedtime for Jacey.”

Jace grumbled. “Do I have to mama?”

“Yes. Good boys go to bed.” Just a few more minutes, and then she could break down. She could try and figure things out.

He huffed but went anyway, figuring that he could just spend more time with her in the morning.

But she wasn't there in the morning.

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Little Reza flapped his hands in excitement as he read the astronomy book he'd found.

“Cut that out!” His father snapped at him, looking up from his work.

The nine year old immediately shrunk away from him. 

“And that book is mine. Are you trying to steal from me, child?” His voice became dangerously low.

“N-no father, I found it in the barge. It's not your—”

“Give it here!” Tareq interrupted, holding out his hand. “You little thief! You should know better than to touch my things!”

“No! It's mine—”

In one fell swoop, Tareq had ripped the book out of Reza’s hands, while simultaneously shoving him backwards. He thumbed through the book, disgust on his face. “Bah. I got the newest addition years ago. Garbage.” He tossed the book onto his desk, high enough that Reza couldn’t reach.

Reza couldn't help but scowl. Forgetting where he was.

“What was that?” Tareq glared at his son.

The ravenette backed away. “N-nothing baba.”

“What did I say about that word?!” He shoved himself right near Reza’s face, teeth ground together.

The small boy backed away, hunching in on himself.

“Go to your room, and stay there. Think about what you have done.”

Reza did, but not before mumbling “I hate you.”

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Eddie stood outside of Hades’ Souvlaki at 4am. Waiting for it to open. 

Luckily for him, Fern Coachmen was opening that morning and spotted him out the window. “Uh hello? What are you doing out there?”

The little brunette perked up. “Are you still hiring?”

Fern looked left and right, seeing if the boy was alone. “Are you volunteering?”

“Yes ma'am!”

“How old are you?” She asked, concerned.

He peered at her with big brown eyes, tilting his head to the side slightly. He wore clothes several sizes too big, even by isle kid standards (reminding her of her younger brother, Warren) and his eyes were slathered in eyeliner, making him look loosely like a raccoon. “Does it matter?”

Fern felt her motherly instincts kick in. “I suppose not, it’s not like this is particularly dangerous work. What’s your name, dear?”

“Edmund Balthazar, but everybody calls me Eddie.” 

“Eddie.” She smiled warmly. “I’m Fern. Come on in, we can warm you up. Get you something to eat.”

“Does this mean I get the job?”  He asked, following her in without a second thought. Making her wonder if he was even an isle kid to begin with, because most children she knew—even ones younger than this boy looked, tended to be wary. 

“Sure thing. We’ll see what we can do with you.” She hesitated. “Do…do your parents know that you’re here?”

“Kinda. Mama’s memory ain't so great anymore but I'm sure daddy will remember I'm here. He would have come instead but he can't move good no more after his fall.” The brunette shrugged, rolling up his sleeves. 

Fern couldn’t remember much about the Balthazars. Her and Panic never paid much mind to Isle gossip. “I see. Well, as long as they’re…semi okay with it.”

“They are!”

She smiled again. “Well, welcome aboard, Eddie!”

He smiled sleepily at her, with bags under his eyes that were heavier than any child's should be. 

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Yzla cried and cried into the cat shaped pillow her father had brought her on his latest visit back to the isle. 

Miserable.

“Why so glum, little one?” Her father’s voice sounded from behind her.

“You know why.” She sniffed. 

Cedric sighed. “I know you don’t like it when I leave for work. But it’s only temporary. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“But you just got here. Do you really have to go? Grandmother's always meaner when you're gone and Zevon always acts worse!”

“I’m sorry, Yzzy. I really am. I’m sure you can talk with your mother about these things, maybe she can help with Zevon?” Azma was a lost cause, so Cedric didn’t bother mentioning her.

“Mom tries but Zevon is hard to handle.” Yzla scowled, grumpy. “And she's got her handful with grandmother. And the twins can only do so much– especially when Lil Yaz keeps riling her up.”

He sighed again, frustrated. “There’s nothing I can do, Yzla. If I don’t go to work, I don’t get money, and if I don’t get money, we can’t eat or do science anymore.”

“Just leave me alone.” The eleven mumbled. “I'll handle it myself, like I always do.” 

Cedric immediately regretted being snappy with his daughter, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood for apologies, so he decided to let her be. “I love you, Yz. I’ll be back before you know it.” He smoothed her hair.

She said nothing. Knowing there was nothing she could say that would better the situation.

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Sheldon the turtle took a look at his surroundings, very displeased.

He was surrounded. By garbage.

How uncivilized.

He tottered along on his little stubby legs, nosing around some compost wondering if anything was decent enough to eat. 

He hadn't eaten all day!

He was gonna starve if he didn't find something this instance.

Oh, his family was going to get bit when he got back home. 

“Don't worry! I'll save you!”

Sheldon looked up from his musings to find a human child—different from the one in his family—with a brown bowl cut for hair, and brown eyes, and baggy clothes, leaning over the edge of the barge.

He blinked at the human child, wishing he could tell him that he could save himself thank you very much.

But he couldn’t. Because he was a turtle.

The child squirmed, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he moved forward. A net in hand. “Don't be scared!”

“Eddie, who are you talking to you?” Another human  child asked from out of Sheldon’s line of sight. 

The first child ignored them. 

Sheldon barely had time to wonder if he was going to try and catch him with that net, before he was scooped up like a common fish!

Along with a pair of… what did his human call them? Nomchunks?...

“There we go! I got ya little guy. Don't worry. My friends and I will take real good care of ya!”

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Valentía (Spencer Reid)

Valentía - Spanish – Courage

At only nineteen years old, working at the BAU for six months, being just as smart as THE Spencer Reid if not smarter, Zoe Noble-Valdez is the mysterious new girl who is both empathetic beyond most people and apathetic when it comes to social skills and dealing with her own emotions, being completely unpredictable other than her inane compassion and passion for the rights of mental health and everyone's right to live, is she just the person capable of saving lives and righting the assumptions of mental health.

But certain cases will prove to be difficult for her via her traumatic past, will she be able to hide her past trauma and internal darkness from the team and keep up her guise of both sunshine and apathy?

Only the oldest members of the BAU know her true identity as the daughter of two of the BAU's co-founders. Aaron Hotchner who met her when she was ten and still semi-innocent compared to how she is now; Jason Gideon—who was like a second father to her along with retired agent, David Rossi, both of whom helped raised her and her twin sister like one of their own; and one of their fellow co-founders of the BAU, Alexander Noble, the single father to two genius twins after his girlfriend was kidnapped and killed by an UnSub after giving birth to Zarah but before Zoe while Zoe barely survived.

Zoe shows traits of all her mentors. But she’s also Zoe Noble-Valdez and certain parts of herself scare her, especially when she can’t really see too much difference between her and the UnSubs she catches… how can she when she’s missing gaps of memory for long periods of time in her life.

Reeeeeaaaaally slow burn, but I mean come on, there's sixteen seasons and I think his first serious love interest is in season eight so buckle up. I'm talking about half way through they still won't be together. Also, I will recast Lila Archer (I like the episode,  it's one of my favorites from season one, the actress being the glaring issue in it) as she grew up to become a real life UnSub. (Obviously, I’m exaggerating but she still tried to ruin the life a very good man—Johnny Depp. How dare she try to ruin his life!?) I will also recast Seaver, I don't have anything against the actress but she's just too similar-looking to JJ, I think. It will still be a blonde actress, maybe Lili Reinhart, you know because she played Betty Cooper in Riverdale and if you seen enough you know the other similarities between those two characters. Warning: This series will have violence towards all kinds of people, descriptions of discrimination, mentions of rape and pedophilia, death, and mental health. The main character has ADHD (which will be somewhat accurate because I have ADHD too), Cyclothymia, PTSD, Non-suicidal self-injury disorder, and high-functioning borderline personality disorder (this is what I'm most worried about because she is a bit of a violent character and may be pushed to a violent dissociative break a few times, but this is not an insult or a judgment of the disorder, simply her character and her way of dealing with certain situations in order for her to survive.) This character also deeply believes the Hispanic beliefs associated with the Day of the Dead (I am not Hispanic but I love this belief and when I first started writing this I was not aware that it was not actually a religion so I apologize if it comes across like that.)

[el-nervy]

Mismatched (Part 3)

 Pairing: Loki x reader

“3 more minutes.”

You ran as fast as you could. You saw the register booth was about to close. “Wait!”, you yelled and ran towards the table. “I... want to... join... the...tournament.” you panted. The mask you were wearing mde it more difficult for you to breathe.

 “Sorry, lad. the register is closed”, said the stocky man with a red unruly beard. 

“But your sign says the registration is until 10:30!”, you argued. 

“It’s only 10:29″, you pointed at the giant clock tower that is standing one block away. 

“He’s right”, chimed the lean, tall man with long blonde hair that was half tied up. “he still have one more minute, Rouck”.

Rouck glared at the blonde man who was taking off the sign. “Fine”, he grumbled. “Yer name, lad.”

“Ah! Yes! My name!”, you were thinking about your fake name when your eyes landed on a boy sitting on a barrel eating some kind of stew. “Stu...S...T...U... Barrelson”, you fumbled.

“Stu Barrelson?”, Rouck questioned. 

“Yes, that’s me Stu Barrelson.” you laughed awkwardly.

“Strange name. Haven’t heard any Barrelson”, 

“I’m new here in Asgard”, you lied.

“Where ye from, lad?”, he asked suspiciously.

The blonde man walked behind Rouck and “accidentally” hits him on the head with the sign his carrying.

“Watch it, Haell!”, he rubbed the tender spot on his head.

“You better finish up real quick, the match is about to start in a few minutes”, said Haell.

“Here’s yer number. Stick it on yer chest”, he handed you a sticker that has a number 21 written on it.

You walked through the entrance of the arena then you saw the twins were about to walk up to the spectator seats.

“Wanda! Pietro!”, you called. 

“Y/N?”, asked Wanda. “Why are you all covered up?”

“Shhh... Don’t call me by my real name. My name is Stu Barrelson right now.”

“Really? Out of all the other names, you picked Stu Barrelson?”, Pietro teased.

“Hey! I panicked. And besides I’m not supposed to be here hence the outfit and the fake name.” You explained to them what happened.

Your mother woke you up at 6:30 am. “Y/N get ready. We’re leaving in half an hour. Sigrun and her husband will give us a ride.”

“Mother, why don’t you go ahead? I��m not feeling well. I’ll go a little bit later.”

She came to your side right away and touched your forehead.

“How are you feeling? Just stay at home and rest.”

“It’s just a little head ache, mother. Nothing serious. I promise you I’ll be there.”

“Hello, mother”, you greeted.

You dropped Onix off at the stable, you searched for your mother in the kitchen.

“Alright. But don’t force yourself.” She kissed your forehead and left your room. You felt guilty lying to your mother. Once your mother left, you prepared your bow and arrow, and the clothes were going to wear for the tournament then you took Onix with you and rode straight to the palace.

“I feel better now. Where should I start?”

“Find Sigrund. I think she is in the East Banquet Hall. She’ll tell you what to do.”

“Alright, mother”, You were about to leave when your mom held your hands

“How are you feeling?”, she asked

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”

“I should be saying that to you”, you smiled at her.

You found Sigrund arranging the tables. She told you to help decorate the West hall. After two hours of decorating, you took a peak at your pocket watch. “Oh no, I’m gonna be late.” You looked around making sure no one saw you sneaking out. 

“Welcome to the 34th annual archery competition! Today, we have 25 talented archers competing for the grand prize of 3000 gold!,” the host announced. The crowd cheered loudly making you more nervous. “I won’t make you wait any longer! Let’s get this started!” 

You arrived to the tournament a few minutes early just enough time to put on your costume. One of event employee gathered you into the center of the open arena. You scanned the arena, surprised that there were lots of people interested watching an archery contest. On the third row seats, you spotted Pietro and Wanda waving at you. You gave them a nod. You looked at your competitors and you counted that there were 25 including you and they all look intimidating. Your palms started to sweat. 

“I can do this”, you whispered to yourself. 

“Hey, kid, nervous?”, asked the man beside you. “Well, you should be because I’ll surely win this”, he laughed haughtily. Your face unconsciously cringed, good thing you were wearing a mask. 

“First contestant, Hallr!”

The arrogant man who talked to you stepped forward. The crowd started to chant his name. The name was familiar. You tried to recall where you heard the name. Hallr stood straight, lifted his bow and aiming at the target. The crowd went silent waiting for him to shoot. He shot his first arrow and hit the center of the target. The crowd went wild again while chanting his name then it clicked to you who he was. You remembered hearing his name from the pub. He was one of the infamous bounty hunters. You gulped hard and tried to calm your nerves down. You were really thankful for that mask right now because you were sweating so much. After a few moments, Hallr’s turn ended with 28 points which means 2 bullseye and a shot at the inner red. You thought it was impressive despite of the windy weather, he hit the middle twice. 

“Next, Stu Barrelson!”

Every shot of your competitors’ arrow, your doubts grew bigger. You try to fight all those negative thoughts when suddenly the announcer called your name. 

“Let’s get this over with”, you sighed.

[empressofthelibrary]

I'm gonna love playing with Bailey's being bad with faces and how she has to play catch-up on everything.

The tiny blonde archer girl who dresses in red and is a friend of Bart's? That's... Ah, shoot, her name's Mia, right? Bart calls her his sister, but that's honorific. Other people have picked up the nickname, which isn't that weird.

Wait, retired? But...? ...Must be a recent decision.

...wait, no, there's two of them, apparently. That makes sense. And one of them is named... Sister, or something. That's... Confusing. Could Ollie just not come up with two names for his twins when they were born?

It's short for Suzanne? Oh, that makes so much more sense.

Okay, she's got it now, they're twins and Ollie got custody of one and their mom got custody of the other. Like in Parent Trap. Genre-typical nonsense.

Hold on, Mia's adopted?

...Roy, hotshot, honey, what the hell do you mean you only have one sister and the other one is technically yout aunt?

Who the fuck is Emi???

Every time she thinks she knows what's going on they throw her a new curveball. She's so goddamn confused -- at least Wally was nice enough to draw her a diagram.