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lovetorn · 4 years ago

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Life Was A Willow [Part 2]

Witch Hunter!Dream x Witch!Fem!Reader

Part 1 Part 3

Summary: It's always been hunters vs. witches, right?

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings for Part 2: violence, mentions of death (familial), swearing

A/N: part 2 !!!! thank you so much for the support and feedback from part 1, omg thank you !! well, i hope you enjoy part 2 ahhhhh !!

It’s 9 pm and Y/n still waits for the signal. She looks in the direction of the Castle and swings her feet back and forth from where she sits on the cottage’s roof.

The air is cold and the trees continue to rustle, the same way they do every day, but tonight, she has an eerie feeling about it. Regret slips into her mind sometimes, telling her that she is foolish for even accepting such a vague invitation by someone she doesn’t even know—but it was so intriguing and she trusts them (she doesn’t exactly know why).

Suddenly, a large pop startles Y/n out of her daze. Sparkles dance in the sky as fireworks burst from the land below. She quickly notes that the explosions are coming from the West side of the Castle and takes that as the signal. Very grand indeed.

Y/n jumps from the roof, landing gracefully on the dirt, and takes off running through the forest. She misses tree roots emerging from the earth and ducks under low branches from the undergrowth. The only thing that lights her path is the moonlight and at this moment, Y/n is thriving. The full moon allows her abilities to heighten and she places her full trust in her instincts.

The fireworks continue to explode and Y/n fills with more adrenaline, the sound making her scream out in joy. She’s excited about the meeting, and she doesn’t even know who it is. And maybe that’s what she’s eager for; the unknown.

The entirety of the concept scared her before, but now she’s exhilarated. And as the show comes to a close, Y/n nears the East side of the Castle. It’s completely silent at this end and the eerie feeling she had before creeps back. It’s not a feeling of uncertainty but one of opportunity and her instincts are telling her to take it.

When she reaches the abandoned cottage, Y/n inhales sharply. There’s no light coming from the house and the door remains closed. As she steps onto the stairs in front, the wood creams beneath her and she scolds for giving away herself to the person inside. Instead of sneaking around, Y/n stomps towards the door and swings it open.

She sees a man in the corner and makes her way towards him, her hands out and ready in case this interaction goes south.

“Who are you? And how do you know me?” Y/n calls out. The man jumps slightly and lifts his head. And in the moonlight flooding in through the window, Y/n recognises him as Dream, even with his mask off. He stands in a white button-up and brown pants, his hunter boots on and a newsboy hat sat on his blonde hair.

“Dream?”

“Hi, Y/n. I knew you would recognise me.” Y/n doesn’t want to look away from him. This is the first time she’s seen his face, and despite the darkness, she sees how handsome he is.

“Why—how? Why did you want to meet me in such a creepy way?” Y/n asks in disgust, picking a cobweb out of her hair and then off of her shoulder; they seem to be everywhere. Her expression falls back to one of admiration when she looks back at him. However, the moonlight lacked the light Y/n needed to see him properly.

Dream laughs slowly. “I forgot to bring a lighter for the lamp. Do you think you could, uh—maybe,”

“Glady,” Y/n sighs and flicks her hand towards the candle in the glass encasing. It immediately comes to life and the room becomes brightly lit. Her eyes fall onto Dream again and she finally sees him; his piercing green eyes and the scar that runs from the top of his left temple to the corner of his lip.

“Wow,” Dream mumbles under his breath. “Anyway, I wanted to talk to you, and I know that everybody I know would, just, obliterate me for even thinking about doing this, but I needed to talk to you about—“

“You’re rambling.”

“Right, right...”

Y/n squints at the man and then tilts her head. “Whose C?”

Dream’s eyes widen as he nods. “Yeah, uh, that’s me. My name’s Clay.”

The witch doesn’t say anything as she stares at him. “So why do they call you Dream?”

This isn’t where Dream thought the conversation would go, but he’s happy they’re not fighting.

“My mother came up with the nickname when I was born. I nearly didn’t make it and then through some miracle, I did. So, she called me her Dream.” Y/n can tell the story makes him emotional, so she doesn’t push any further.

“That’s really sweet, Dream.” And at the sound of his real name, Dream perks up slightly before he cracks a smile. Y/n grins back at him; a real genuine smile. The pair stand in the low lit room in comfortable silence, until Y/n’s curiosity gets the better of her.

“What did you want to talk about?” She asks. Dream nods once and continues from where he was cut off before.

“I wanted to discuss the possibility of a truce between witches and hunters,” Dream isn’t smiling anymore, instead his lips are screwed up and his hands fidget in front of him. Y/n, however, grins even bigger.

“I’m all for that, honestly. I’m tired of being on edge every day and being scared for my life. If we can find a way to create peace, even for a little bit, I’m on board.” Y/n keeps it short for now, not wanting to scare him off by how passionate she feels about the situation.

Dream’s eyes light up at the sound of her agreeing. “Really?” Y/n nods and becomes surprised when she feels Dream’s arms wrap around her. “Thank you, thank you.”

“No, Dream, thank you! I’ve been trying to convince people of this for years. I’m really glad that you feel the same way.” The pair pull apart and Dream flicks his eyes down to Y/n’s lips for a split second.

“You’re so pretty,” Y/n nearly chokes at his comment. Dream feels his cheeks burn when the words tumble out and soon they’re both flustered. “Sorry! Oh my, I’m sorry, that didn't mean to slip out—”

“Dream, it’s fine. I think you’re pretty too; especially without the mask.”

The hunter swats the witch’s shoulder playfully. “Stop~” The pair laugh together, and then proceed to stand in another comfortable silence. The wind howls and whistles outside and makes the cottage creak, adding to the eerie aura that surrounds it.

“What’s with the hat? It’s nighttime.”

Dream plucks the accessory off of his head and runs his opposite hand through his hair, the soft locks falling back into place when his hand returns to his side. “Part of the disguise, duh.”

Y/n squints at him, her expression morphing into one of mischief. “Isn’t the mask a disguise in itself, though? Also, put the hat back on, you look handsome with it.” It’s time for Dream to blush now. He covers his face with his hat and scoffs softly. “Y/n!”

The girl slaps her hand over her mouth to muffle her embarrassed laughs. “It’s true!”

The man rolls his eyes before placing the hat back on his head. “Happy?”

Y/n nods before telling him to answer about the mask.

“Well, no, nobody at the Castle actually knows what I look like—except for my best friends, Sapnap and George.”

“George? As in Prince George?” Y/n is shocked, to say the least. She now understands why Dream is so passionate about the peace between the Hunters and Witches. Prince George is known for his differing morals and ideas from his family, which makes him stand out from the other Royals. Y/n admires his bravery and courage to do so.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends since we were young. I’m jealous that he can be so open with his opinions in that Castle—Lord knows if I was, I'd be executed,” This makes Y/n’s stomach drop. “But, it’s okay, with your help, hopefully, we can convince humans and magical-kind alike, that there can be peace. A—And we can live together in harmony, without being consumed by the overbearing thought of death every moment of our lives.”

Dream stops his tangent, his face flushed and his eyes pleading. Y/n feels like crying; she has waited years for someone to be as passionate as her about this topic. “I’ll help you, Dream, no matter what; because I wholeheartedly believe we can do this. I trust you.”

Y/n shocks herself with this statement; she’s never trusted a human before.

“And I trust you Y/n.” The pair stare at each other, smiles spread across their cheeks as the night outside slips away, and then it’s just them; standing in the main area of a small, abandoned cottage that sits East of the Castle, lit up with a lantern that casts a warm glow over the pair. Y/n can almost say it looks and feels magical.

“Ok, enough flirting, let’s get planning on the truce. Sounds like a plan, doll?” Dream gives her a lopsided smile and Y/n feels her heart rate increase at the sight of him.

“Where were you?” Wilbur says. His voice is deeper than usual and fits in perfectly with the way he’s sitting ominously in the dark. Y/n stops tiptoeing towards her room and turns to face him; defeated that she got caught. However, she still remains giddy and her heart beats faster for other reasons.

“I was meeting with Schlatt—I need more toadstools for a potion I’m making.”

Wilbur squints at her, his lips curling into a frown. “I know you’re lying, and so does Niki.”

Y/n sighs and starts walking towards him. “I’m sorry—“ She pauses when she sees Wilbur shake his head.

“Don’t.”

Y/n screws her lips together and nods once. Her once excited demeanour fading away when she sees Wilbur’s look of disappointment. “I was meeting one of the new hunters, Dream.”

Wilbur furrowed his eyebrows, “What? Why?”

“We’re formulating a truce amongst witches and hunters.”

He raises his eyebrows in both surprise and suspicion. “Okay? And why are you doing this? We don’t need peace.”

“Uh, so we’re not in danger every living second?” Y/n’s nerves grow into anger. “Why are you so against the chance of maybe, finally getting this?”

Wilbur shakes his head and stands up, the chair screeching against the wood floors as he moves. “Haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds?”

Y/n is at a loss for words while the tall man rolls his eyes and leaves, avoiding her as he circles around her to walk down the hallway.

His abrupt exit confuses Y/n. Why is Wilbur so against peace with the Hunters?

—

Dream manages to sneak into the Hunter’s Wing before they lock the front doors for the night. He sits silently on the bench in the training room and slips his boots off, making sure to place them on the floor as quiet as possible. He takes his hat off of his head and holds it in his palms, smiling stupidly at the inanimate object. The flame in the lantern next to him is fizzling out and it's hard to see 4 feet in front of him.

“Dream?” Even in his daze, Dream can sense the anger and fear in Sapnap’s voice.

“Sapnap? Why are you awake?” The younger boy walks out from the hallway and towards him.

“Me? Where were you? It’s midnight.”

Dream sighs and rests the hat on the bench next to him. “I was out.”

“Out? You mean meeting with the witch?”

Dream’s eyes widen. “How do you know that?”

“Fireworks don’t just go off for no reason, Dream. And I found the note in your room.” Sapnap says, ripping the letter from his pyjama bottoms pocket.

“Just say you have a crush on her, Dream!” Sapnap yells, throwing his arms up in defeat.

“I don't—I promise, Sapnap.”

“Fine, if you don’t like the witch, then kill her.” Dream’s dumbfounded. He stares at his best friend with such bewilderment that even Sapnap feels a twinge of guilt. Dream sighs, carding his hand through his hair in frustration and confusion.

He doesn’t reply, even when George arrives in a hurry, still in the process of wrapping a dressing gown around his body.

“What’s happened? I heard yelling.” The pair remain frozen, refusing to meet the Prince’s glare as they avoid eye contact.

George shakes his head, “Has this got to do with Dream meeting with the witch?”

“George! How do you know, too?”

George huffs. “I know everything that happens in and outside of my Castle. But, fireworks? Really?”

Dream throws his hands down in frustration. “Yes, fireworks! It was a good distraction and it was a signal for her anyway.”

George eyes the blonde before he crosses his arms over his chest. “As much as you hate to admit it, it's obvious that you’re fond of her, Dream. And no matter what happens, I’ll be by your side, okay? You know that.”

“What the fuck?” Sapnap spits. “You have his back? George, I can tolerate your ideals about the magical kind, but this is the witch who killed half of the hunter population.”

Dream stills. “What?”

“You’ve gone and done it now, Sapnap!”

“Y/n killed people?”

“Dream—“ George goes to speak, but he’s cut off by Sapnap.

“Yes! That’s why I’ve been trying to warn you! Why do you think we got this job so easily?” Dream stares at the concrete floor, his heart dropping into his stomach. He can’t believe it, he refuses to.

“Sapnap!” George snaps. The younger boy cowers away slightly, his once confronted facade crumbling at the sound of the Prince's tone. “Stop it, right now. You are in no place to tell him this, okay? You may be my best friend but that doesn’t excuse you from doing this.”

Dream chews on his bottom lip quietly as he watches Sapnap turn around and stomp out of the training room, but not before he scrunches up the letter and throws it on the floor. “Thanks.”

George’s gaze remains on the door. “Don’t thank me. He should know better anyway, considering his last relationship.”

The blonde nods once, reminding himself of the youngest boy’s past relationship with a fairy from the kingdom next door. Dream lets out a laugh at the thought.

For the next few days, Y/n hears nothing from Dream. She worries for him, has he been caught?

She stands on the porch of her cottage, hoping, begging for a sign that he is okay. Clouds plague the blue skies above and Y/n knows the bad omens swirling around the kingdom are the cause—and the inside of Niki’s crystal ball had burst with black and dark red clouds which had only confirmed her suspicions.

The wind howls through the trees and calls to her, speaking words of concern under its tongue. Y/n rolls her eyes and sighs, she knows to be careful, especially with the humans inching closer to their world.

However, a faint voice draws Y/n’s attention away from the wind and to the well in the corner of the garden. The sound confuses her at first, and then the wind’s guidance is forgotten as she makes her way towards it. The short fence around the area is still broken from the fight with the hunters weeks ago, and nobody has had a chance to repair it yet, so Y/n takes it upon herself to fix it.

The whispers from the well become a string of mumbles and are impossible to decipher as Y/n kneels with her back towards the forest—and for the first time, she is anxious about what lies within it.

But, before she can even begin picking up the pieces of wood, the sound of someone approaching her at a fast pace alerts Y/n immediately. She spins around with her hands out and is shocked when she sees Dream with his sword raised. The ground moves beneath her feet as she uses the earth’s power to aid her in meeting his strength.

“Dream?” She screams, her body struggling to resist the force of his weapon. Sparkles fall from her fingertips as she pushes back.

“You killed an entire army of people, Y/n!” Dream’s tone is low and angry and Y/n knows he would have found out eventually.

“Dream, I didn’t do that!” Y/n exclaims and Dream swings his sword backwards.

“How can I trust you? Hm? After all, you’ve killed people!” Y/n could cry at his utter naivety. She drops her arms by her sides as Dream glares at her in pure disgust.

“Instead of fighting, can we talk about this?” Y/n pleas. Her feet move swiftly beneath her, maneuvering her body away from Dream’s sword.

Suddenly, Dream brings the sword down to slice into Y/n’s arm, but a force pushes it back towards him, making the blade fly high into the air before it clatters onto the ground.

Y/n stands with her hands out, remnants of glitter falling around her fingers. “I told you! I’d never do that, and I have proof.”

“Proof?” Dream still stares at his sword, unable to meet Y/n’s eye.

“Proof. Now, how about we calm down and I’ll show it to you. Okay? Sounds like a plan?” Dream nods slowly, turning his head to face her. Finally, his green eyes soften and the raging fire that burns within them fizzles out.

“Okay.”

Y/n sighs before she begins. “When a witch kills an innocent; a human, they gain a marking on the back of their neck to signify the betrayal of the harmony between the two. However, since King James, that peace has been terminated; hence his need for hunters, like yourself.

“But, anyway, everybody in this damn kingdom thinks I killed those hunters, but I don’t have the mark,” Y/n turns around, her hand going to lift up her hair from her neck. The skin is clear, with no markings, nothing.

Dream nods, furrowing his eyebrows. “How do I know you didn’t just cast a spell to make it disappear?”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “There’s no way to cover up the marking; it’ll just shine through whatever you put over it. It’s permanent and very obvious.”

“I told you, Dream, I didn’t kill them. I’d never kill an innocent.”

“Why didn’t you show them, then? You've had proof this entire time and never thought to actually show anyone?” Dream is bewildered. Y/n nods slowly, understanding his argument.

“I don't need to prove myself to your kind.” Is all she says. Dream waits for her to continue but soon realises she's not going to. “Fair point.”

“So, why did you come at me swinging? Did you really believe I would do that?” She whispers and Dream feels his heart sink. He is speechless for a few moments—did he really think that? Or was he feeding into Sapnap’s ideology of witches?

“S—Sapnap convinced me of things. I didn’t believe it at first, but the more he went on—I guess he got into my head.”

Y/n cocks her eyebrow and scoffs out a laugh. “Yeah, he did. You could’ve easily killed me with the amount of anger you had.”

This makes Dream’s breath catch in his throat. “I—I’m so sorry, Y/n. That was never my intention—”

The witch shakes her head and holds her hand up. “It’s okay, Dream. You didn’t offend me. I’m still here, with you, right? Isn’t that enough to tell you that I’m not angry?”

“Yes! Yes, sorry—”

“Stop saying sorry, it’s annoying.” Y/n giggles, holding her hand out to grasp Dream’s.

“So—”

“Dream!”

The cottage is quiet, too quiet, and Y/n walks into the small kitchen, hoping to bake a cake to cure her boredom. But, Wilbur sits at the round dining table, his beanie and a sewing needle in his hands.

“Wil, I wanted to talk to you,” Y/n mumbles, pulling out a chair. Wilbur doesn’t meet her eye as she does so, continuing to patch up his beanie that got ripped on a tree last week.

“Why are you against harmony with humans?”

Wilbur sighs softly. He places the beanie on the table and turns to face Y/n. “Y/n, when I was young, I lived amongst the humans in a town not far from here. We tried as hard as we could to mix in and not draw attention to ourselves.”

The girl listens intently, both curious and scared for his answer. She can tell the story makes him anxious so she reaches for his hand that lays on the wooden table. “Go on, Wil. I’m here.”

Wilbur nods, his eyes already full of tears as he continues.

“However, one day, my family decided to move to a more secluded area within the town, so my father could teach me more about magic without the risk of being caught. When we entered our new cottage in the forest, we were ambushed and they killed my entire family, leaving me, the only child, alone. I was left there, with my parents' bodies for weeks. I was made to fend for myself until I found Niki in a cave several years later. I was only 7, Y/n.”

Tears cascade down both of their cheeks. Wilbur takes in a shaky breath before he collapses onto the table out of grief. Y/n immediately leaps into action, wrapping her arms around the older man and letting him use her for support. His broken sobs and heart-wrenching cries stab Y/n all over, and she immediately regrets asking him about it.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Wilbur,” She didn’t push anymore, and that was all Wilbur needed.

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shadowtongued · 4 years ago

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𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝟗 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

this was SO MUCH fun i spent all day on it and was pretty hard since sliske is already his own thing, but there ARE indeed characters my own interpretation of him plays off of since jagex shoveled his characterization into a garbage disposal post TWW.

𝐈. · 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 : anyone who has spent some time as a mutual knows i relate sliske a lot to dr. lecter. it’s the cold, cunning, and charming with and ability to measure ones steps without faltering. the ability to lure someone in with polite, harmless demeanor, only to RIP the carpet out from under them with some of the most scathing, deep insults from all the things he’s gleaned from your psych. the soft analytical approach and patience to wait for things to fall into place. also, neither of these fuckers BLINK often enough and remain fixated on their prey eerily. this includes book lecter which, imo, was p superior in magnificent little details.

𝐈𝐈. · 𝐕 : i am a simple woman, i see an enigmatic anti-hero with knives and smooth moves and i go ‘ooh ahh’. v was a real showman with a mask and worked very cloak and dagger, his personality almost too happy and charismatic despite the domino effects he had planned, much like sliske. i wouldn’t call sliske an anti-hero but he had his moments of bringing about cruel but deserved justice to a few individuals who deserved it and even in endgame, made sure people were very aware of some of the lesser gods flaws and hidden crimes. plus uh, knives man. the knife fighting holy shit.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. · 𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐇 : c’mon, who am i if i don’t put the only man who wore a collar maybe bigger than sliske? even as a kid i was really just taken by the goblin king. i mean just look at the dude. the fandom has already made enough jareth comparisons to sliske and goddamn i’m glad. the outfits, the labyrinths, optical illusions, the slight of hand tricks, enigma and soreness over love. plus i just love bowie and theres not a day i don’t miss him with immense fondness. :c

𝐈𝐕. · 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 (𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓) : have you seen the show? good, then you literally have the majority of my interpretation of sliske’s personality. playful, charismatic, subtly suggestive, and hiding a really emotional side ft. bad temper. sliske is a lot like lucifer in the sense of only living for the pleasure of life and all it holds with a rich sense of hedonism to fill a void of complex emotions and spite under that mask. plus his human glamor just looks so similar, even before i started watching ( and still need to catch up. :/c )

𝐕. · 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 : i’mma be real with y’all. i know jack shit abt doc strange outside the mar.v.el movie(s), which if i had the time to sink into comics i would bc i just like the aesthetic of the magic and the world he is in. i may have only seen the movie but the magic is a wet dream of what i WISH magic in runescape looked like. which at one point in concept arts, the whole magic circles shit WAS supposed to be canon but design/graphics restraints kept it from being real. sliske also heavily uses illusions, projection, and the psych in his magic. plus the outfit. the cape, the collar, y’know?

𝐕𝐈. · 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 ( 𝐁𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 ) : gee channy, why does sliske get (2) versions of lucifer? bc i said so. i rambled about this comparison in this post , tl:dr; lucifer wanted free thought, individualism, and self pride before god found this an offense and cast him out. hmm that’s really familiar, innit?

𝐕𝐈𝐈. · 𝐌𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒 : okay yes, this is quasi-“devil” entry number three, but good old mephistopheles the demon is very campy, germanic devil in jester flavor who tempts and manipulates you.... with humor because he can sense you’re on the path to hell anyways. plus his name means “scatterer or plasterer of lies”. that’s metal as fuck. google him, look at his smile and nubby little horns and tell me that’s not sliske.

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. · 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 : death man in hood and shadows who comes to collect your soul and might take a deal to let you live longer just fits the bill. have you seen grim in all the old paintings? shadowy, wraithy, ominous? yeah, you get it.

𝐈𝐗. · 𝐇𝐄𝐗𝐗𝐔𝐒 : your honor, i ain’t explaining shit. i plead the fucking fifth. if you’ve fuckin’ seen it, you know. ( mr. curry sir, this is a children’s film but PLEASE go on i guess. )

tagged by: @sylvansoldier ! �� tagging: IDK STEAL IT PLEASE, just don’t ramble like i did.

#cw long post #i got out of hand officer i'm sorry. i'm guilty of making long posts all the time. uwu.#✦ │ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 & 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 ––– i do hate parting with information.#✦ │ 𝙳𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 ––– oh how i love games of chance.

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 3 years ago

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Was waiting for the October solicits to make another SG:WoT post, BUT, looks like it’s taking the month off. FORTUNATELY, we’ve got a preview for issue two out next week, so I still get to ramble! XD

Spoilers!

I will say, the upside to this book being a limited series, as opposed to an ongoing? Not at all worried to see it absent in the solicits.

I suspect the skip month is there b/c the artists need more time, which I’m always in favor of.

It wouldn’t happen with this book, I don’t think, but if it were an actual ongoing, you risk having a ~fill-in~ artist help to meet a print deadline and sometimes that’s fine! Other times...not so much.

Look, you know you’re in deep with a comic when you have a dream about picking it up at your LCS and you’re dismayed to discover that Evely had to bow out for twelve pages and was replaced with an artist who had NO IDEA what they were doing.

Which, yes. Is an actual dream I had, some weeks ago.

Totally normal, right?

...Right???

...All of this to say: Sad we’re gonna have to go a WHOLE MONTH with no beautiful Evely art, but. Not too sad. XD

Okay on to fun stuff.

We’ve got a five page preview, courtesy of Syfy, AND some additional bits from King about issue two.

IT’S THE SPACE BUS ISSUE.

I’m too lazy to copy the whole set of preview pages over here so allow me to pic my favs:

LOVE this. Ruthye being like, “I’m traveling with the greatest warrior in the universe!” and then cue Kara snoring peacefully on the other side of this Star Wars-y, muppety space alien? 14/10, love to see it.

Chronologically, this page comes BEFORE the one I just linked, IDK why I’ve done them out of order but here we are.

THE LIVED-IN DETAIL OF THE SPACE BUS! We start up top, following the word balloons, and it’s like, ‘okay, your typical bus/plane fare, gotcha.’ But THEN we continue down and we start to get some fun stuff; the clothesline! The horn player! All of the aliens UPSET with the horn player! The two aliens making out, next to the guy who is definitely listening to soothing white noise with his ergonomic neck pillow!

And Kara, dead-center, snoozing away.

Once again, we’ve got Lopes playing up that beautiful contrast between the yellow of Kara’s hair and the cool blues/greens of the environment, working in tandem with Evely’s composition.

So great. Just. So great.

As for the new info from King, there’s not a *ton*, a lot of it has been covered elsewhere, but I did like these bits about issue #2:

King reiterates that it’s a love story--not a romantic one--but a story about these two women bonding, getting to know one another.

From the article: "They obviously don't know each other very well in the first issue. And here, this is them together for two months stuck on basically on a Greyhound bus sitting next to each other, and them learning about each other and learning how the other one clicks. I mean, it was stolen from that old movie, It Happened One Night, where it's Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert on a bus for the whole movie and getting [into] adventures and slowly falling in love. That was the sense of it. It was like, 'OK, these are two characters starting to bond right before they hit the dirt.' I think that that's what I wanted to do with their relationship."

King once again cites Orlando and Binder as big influences on his approach to the character.

About Binder specifically: "[Binder] had this daughter who he idealized, every description of her is the ideal '50s American girl, and she was beautiful and smart and he put all his ambitions, it was his only child, into her and she was killed by a bus accident when she was 16," King explained. "And she was the inspiration for both Supergirl and for Mary Marvel. And the idea that Supergirl started out as someone trying to capture the essence of their daughter in fiction, and then the daughter later died tragically, but the fictional idealization went on, I don't know, that seemed to me like a piece of magic. His daughter passed away but this reflection of her lives. I don't know. There's power in that."

One last bit of preview art that actually came out last month, I think? And I don’t recall doing a post about it so here we go:

LOOK AT IT.

SPECTACULAR. PHENOMENAL.

The colors. The linework. SPACE! The COLORS. THE COLORS.

So anyways, yeah! Looking forward to issue two next week except MY BOY. WHERE IS MY BOY KRYPTO. IS HE OKAY!??!?! IS HE DEAD?!?!?! D:

*proceeds to spend the next five days worrying*

#long post #supergirl: woman of tomorrow #dc comics #comics stuff #comic stuff

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five-wow · 5 years ago

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Steve + his torrid love affair with pancakes. 🥞

Allow me to ramble about Danny’s involvement in every single one of these moments for a bit because that’s most of why I made this gifset in the first place:

1.04: See this post for a transcript of the full conversation and some thoughts, but essentially, we get Danny asking someone else if they like pancakes with definite flirty undertones and Steve jumping in to let Danny know that he totally likes pancakes, Danny, did you know that??? Keep in mind that they’ve probably known each other for like, maybe four weeks at this point.

6.12: On the surface, this is the only one that does not directly involve Danny, but I’d be willing to put actual money on “when the pancake bubbles, you flip it” being a piece of wisdom Steve picked up from watching Danny perform his magical pancake summoning routine, especially with the way he says it, which is this kind of awkward justification where he doesn’t even look at Mary most of the time, and doubly especially because the next few words are Mary saying “Wow! Micromanagement?” and Steve responding immediately with “Hey, you don’t need to get all Danny Williams on me”. Now, it’s of course a well-known fact that Danny seems to occupy a minimum of 50% of Steve’s mind during 100% of his waking hours anyway, but this line would make even more sense if the thought of Danny was extra close to the surface at the time because of pancakes and bubbles and flipping and Danny giving Steve (perhaps unintentional) cooking lessons.

6.19: This one is so damningly obvious that I don’t even know what to say. Steve is having breakfast with Lou, no Danny in sight, and randomly, out of absolutely nowhere, he goes hey, do you know how Danny takes his pancakes? Because I do, and I have an opinion about it, which I will now share unprovoked. (That opinion, by the way, comes right after he tells Lou about the berries, and it is, I quote, “It's disgusting, right! It's so wrong.”) That’s just Steve McGarrett’s idea of making conversation, I guess. Spouting off random little facts about Danny Williams.

9.13: Danny makes Grace pancakes, Grace (who’s already had too much soup because Danny is in full overprotective dad mode) tries to donate them to Steve, and Steve immediately throws up his hands, goes “yeee!” in celebration, and gets ready to dig in. Tragically, he’s stopped by Danny, who orders him to put the plate back in front of Grace, which leads to Steve obediently doing so, but not without heaving a deep, put-upon sigh of protest.

9.13: Danny asks if he has to butter Grace’s pancakes like she’s six and Grace says “yeah”, probably mostly to postpone actually having to eat the pancakes just a little longer, and Steve complains that Danny never butters his pancakes. Now, A) this strongly implies that Danny with some regularity makes Steve pancakes, which, seeing as this is usually seen as a breakfast food, is potentially interesting, and B) it’s such a silly, childish complaint, gosh, and I love that Steve feels silly enough to voice something like that. Also, C) do you see the way he’s leaning his head on his arm and smiling and seemingly content to just stare at Danny with fond eyes as Danny butters Grace’s pancakes before the phone goes off and interrupts this little domestic dream? Good Lord, Steven. [Not pictured from 9.13, but nonetheless relevant: Steve making a grab for a pancake the moment Danny puts the plate down in front of Grace and getting his hand slapped away by Danny; Steve being asked by Grace to get Danny out of the house for a few hours and trying to negotiate a deal that would leave him in the possession of at least one pancake as payment for this favor, but getting interrupted by Danny’s return to the room before he can close the deal.]

9.15: Steve, a grown man with money who could make or buy his own pancakes wherever and whenever he wants, comes over to check on Danny and Rachel, basically asks for the dirt, and then tells Danny that he should make him food if he wants him to keep his mouth shut while Danny talks. Specifically, Danny should make pancakes. With bananas. And! Some chocolate chips. It’s totally not a bribe though; this is just what Steve is owed after Danny so callously kept him from the Danny-pancakes two episodes earlier. (And then Danny acts somewhat annoyed and stares around the room for a bit and goes “fine” and heads in the direction of the kitchen to make Steve those pancakes, meaning Steve’s evil plan totally worked.)

So anyway, Steve loves pancakes. Pancakes definitely make Steve think of Danny. Steve keeps chasing Danny’s pancakes, which could be because they’re the best, or just because they involve Danny as well as pancakes, which in the end would still mean they’re inevitably the best, probably. Season 9 Steve has reached a point in life where he’ll pretty much just show up on Danny’s doorstep unannounced and demand a very specific order of pancakes (which I love), and more impressively, Danny hardly even starts complaining before he gives in. (Danny definitely likes making Steve a good meal and watching him eat it with genuine excitement - in 8.10, in the restaurant bit of Danny’s hallucination, the food he literally fed Steve from a fork he was holding was not a pancake, but happy hallucination!Steve was full of praise and enthusiasm for it anyway, which tells us something about Danny’s mind.)

tl;dr: You know how they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach? Yeah.

#h50 #mcdanno #1.04 #6.12 #6.19 #9.13 #9.15 #parallels #pancakes #my gifs #*#meta #or something vaguely like it #I JUST FOUND THIS DRAFTED POST from almost a FULL MONTH ago and realized i'd never posted it #have some pancakes tumblr 🥞

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kassies-take · 5 years ago

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Thorul Over Luthor (Part 2)

A/N: okay so season 5 episode 6 made this series easier to write. Can I just say that Lena has gone through so much and I feel so bad for her. Katie McGrath did such a good job portraying her. Also reminder that my story takes place on Earth 37

Warning: Physical Abuse, Magic & Death

Lena Luthor x Stepsister!reader

Word Count: 1816

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

The Legends of Acrata was something Lena keep hidden in one of her little boxes. But if it was something magical, and magic was in her blood then the legends must be true.

She spent the whole night processing this new magical world. It was as if she was in Neverland, where she always dreamed to be and to never grow up. This would’ve been her life, she would’ve never had to have her life tainted, damaged or corrupted by the Luthors. But because it wasn’t she hated and would never forgiven the Luthors for taking her life from her.

Even jet lagged and without an ounce of sleep, Lena has never been more energetic and relaxed since she was adopted by the Luthors. Her mother, her real mother was at her side and she gained a new sister. Despite not knowing much about a good family relationship, she knew she had found it.

The renounced Luthor had only spent one day in Ireland and already managed to sit down with some peace and quiet with homemade breakfast, learn about her upbringings and have a marvelous Irish Breakfast Blend (tea which is actually Katie’s favorite).

“How did you sleep?” Your mother asked.

“Oh I woke up here and there” you smiled as you passed Lena a slice of bread.

“Not you. I was talking about Lena.”

“She didn’t sleep,” you bluntly stated.

“Oh did I wake you?” Lena asked panicky. “If I did I’m so sorry.”

“No, no it’s not you dear. (Y/n) has the power of possession. If she wants to she can make eye contact with you and possess your body, controlling your movements and speech. But when she’s controlling your body, her body is lifeless. You don’t remember a thing.” Your mother explained as if it was normal.

“Right.” Lena nodded as if that was the correct answer. “But that doesn’t explain how she knew I was awake the whole night.”

“(Y/n) uses a small part of possession to be in your head and communicate with you.”

Lena’s eyes widen at her mind being invaded and opened her mouth to say something about it.

“I assure you it is only to communicate, anything else is a maze you unconsciously built to keep away invaders.” You placed your hand on hers.

“Why do you need to possess a part of my brain to communicate with me? You’re already talking to me.”

You and your mother looked at each other before you hid your face in your food as the red haired woman explained.

“Lena, darling. (Y/n) has to connect to part of your brain because she is mute. Her fathe-”

You stood up abruptly and headed out the door for some fresh air. You did not need to relive you past.

“Her father abused her, as you know. He blamed his wife’s death on her and blamed everything on her actually. The day I found out, I walked into the house after I heard some crash noises. When I walked in she was pinned against the wall by her neck, her left leg dangled sickishly about to fall off her knee, her arms were purple and red mixed with bruises and blood, a couple of ribs protruded out of her side and her eyes had so much terror in them that you could tell she thought it was the end.”

Your mother had to take a breath with her hand on her chest for comfort before she continued the story. Lena held a death grip around her fork and her eyes flickered between emerald green and golden orange.

“Her father hadn’t see me walk in the door. He pulled out a pocket knife and slit open her throat before I could use my magic to push him away. I used the spell wáce ierlic to push him against the wall. He was restrained and I ran to (Y/n) as she was bleeding out on the floor, choking on her own blood.” Your mother cleared her throat to force the rest of the story out. “Now I didn’t know many healing spells and the one I knew was crude, Þurhhæle licsar min, it heats the skin to coagulate the blood and cauterize the wound.”

“What kind of father slits his own daughter’s throat. The Luthors were cruel but they weren’t that cruel,” Lena’s eyebrows fused together as her voice raised in anger by each word.

“(Y/n) made a successful recovery but because the knife had damaged her vocal cords and the extreme heat of my spell, she lost her voice.”

“You gave her a part of your powers?” Lena asked with a frown.

“No, it was a biological experiment done on her father years before she was born. It only appeared when her father got up and almost finished the job of killing her. I saw a clear white silhouette exit her body and into his and that’s when I knew.”

Lena was frozen, she felt her throat dry and her whole body numb. What she imagined was horrid, and she thought she had a bad childhood with Lillian as her mother. Lena’s lip quivered as all the other little boxes exploded. She cried, her mother held her and she felt safe and protected. She cried but it was for you and a part of her wanted to protect you more than she wanted to protect herself.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand as her mother kissed her head in comfort. Lena was able to compose herself quickly but her eyes said otherwise, she got up with tea and headed to the front porch, where you were at.

“I brought tea,” Lena sat down beside you.

You smiled before you reached out and held the cup of tea. “You don’t look good crying.”

Lena scoffed and noticed your lips never moved. “No one looks good crying unless your eyes glisten and you don’t turn red.”

“Myoui Mina is a good example,” Lena heard as you sipped your tea, the name didn’t ring a bell to her (shout out to anyone who does). Anyways, I’m sure being a Luthor was better than a Thorul. Especially cause you never had to deal with my father.”

“Please, the Luthors were anything but angels. I spent most of my life with a double-consciousness, never truly being myself. You’re lucky you had mom to protect you.” Lena said with slight sarcasm.

“I’m lucky that I had my throat slit open?” You teased and raised you eyebrows.

“Well... no. But as a Luthor I did have several assassination attempts.”

“Are you bragging about being killed?”

“No definitely not,” Lena joked.

The two step sisters spent the rest of the morning with a tour of the city and bonding over the fact that they had crappy families. Mid-day arrived and it was time for Lena’s magical lessons.

Lena went back and forth between National City and Ashford. On the weekdays she was a suit wearing CEO and on the weekend she was a jeans wearing sorceress. It when on like that for 8 months. Lena was a fast learner, and when she wasn’t spending time learning spells from her mother she spent it with you on short adventures or snuggling between the two of you watching movies.

Lena had a long day full of snobby men who desperately needed admiration, power and prestige. L-Corp needed this merger with Spheerical Industries, but with Jack gone it seemed harder than possible. Lena twirled her pen around her pointer and middle finger, annoyed with partnering companies.

She didn’t know how she managed to live through the meeting but she was happy to be able to head to Ireland. She already had a bag packed in her office and all she had to do was call her driver.

She headed to the top floor towards her office. When the door slid open she heard the slight commotion coming from Eve.

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you.” Eve politely smiled.

A small huff came from you as you began to sign again. Eve only gave you a confused face, so you took the pen out of her hand and wrote on your own.

‘I need to talk to Lena,” it read.

“You can’t see Ms. Luthor unless you have an appointment.”

You looked up at the ceiling with an inaudible groan before you wrote on you hand again.

‘I don’t have an appointment. Please! It’s urgent!’

“I’m sorry, whatever it is, you can’t get in without an appointment. Ms. Luthor is in a meeting. I can get your name and have a look at her schedule to set up a meeting with you.”

You ran your hand through your hair and exhaled.

‘My name is (Y/n)Thorul. When is Ms. Luthor next available?’

“Okay Ms. (Y/n) Thorul, Ms. Luthor will be available in-” Eve typed on her keyboard.

“Ms. Luthor is available right now,” Lena frowned. “Eve? What’s going on here?”

“Ms. Thorul wanted to meet with yo-”

“Let Ms. (Y/n) Thorul in whenever you see her, she is my sister after all.” Lena smiled and led you into her office.

“Hey I wasn’t expecting you here, I was about to fly to Ireland after the meeting.” Lena turned her back on you to pour some whiskey for the two of you. “I couldn’t wait to get out of the meeting. Spheerical Industries took a downward turn, but I’m determined to merge with them. Hey do you remember me telling you about Kara? Since you’re in National City maybe we can meet her before we head home.”

You remained quiet and let Lena ramble, you played with your fingers as your vision blurred. No cries were heard but all you wanted to do was scream. Lena finally turned around and froze. She placed the two glasses down and held you in her arms.

“I’ve got you,” Lena whispered as you cried.

‘Can you get Eve in here?’ You signed.

“Yeah, of course.” Lena opened her office door and called Eve to enter.

“Yes, Ms. Luthor?”

For 8 months Lena never seen you use your ability, and today she finally saw it. When Eve entered the office, she made eye contact with you allowing you to use your abilities. Your eyes turned white and a white silhouette exited your body and went into Eve’s. Your body stayed motionless.

Lena watched in amazement as Eve closed the door.

“Lee, I have to say it in words and not through your head. I know you were on your way to Ireland but I needed to tell you before you got there.”

An ominous feeling rose in Lena stomach and she stepped back in realization.

“Mom.... mom passed away.”

Your body regained consciousness as Eve looked around in confusion. “Ms. Luthor you called?”

“Y-Yes get my private jet, now!”

#lena luthor x female!reader #lena luthor x sister! reader #lena luthor x you #lena luthor imagines #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #supergirl x reader #supergirl imagine #supergirl imagines #morgana pendragon

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ravenvsfox · 6 years ago

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“be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking” feels so unbelievably and notoriously gansey to me that i can’t help but include the line in its entirety??

When the world ends, Gansey doesn’t end with it.

Or, no, that’s not right.

When Gansey ends, the world doesn’t end with him. It doesn’t even slow down, really, to ease him through the veil.

He disintegrates into dust, and is immediately vacuumed back up again. He’s not what he was, exactly, because ashes can’t be unburnt, but he’s standing upright in his urn of a body.

Sometimes, like a double exposed photo, he thinks of his joints as knots and his arms as branches and his eyes as light on the wind. He wonders if it’s what Adam used to feel when he was contracted by Cabeswater. Or Blue, when she slips through the surface of a tree. Or Ronan, when he dreams a reality so thoroughly that he must become it, a little.

Or Noah, as he decayed.

What a pleasure to be closer to his friends, he tells himself. To be made of Cabeswater. To be the source of their magic once and for all, so that they can take everything they need from him.

It’s harder than that, of course. His head is a maze of rambling corridors and mirrored surfaces, and everyone who tries to come in is lost.

______

It’s summer, and he’s climbing the porch steps of the Barns. He’s strung between ten different moments where he had, has, will, is climbing the porch steps of the Barns.

It’s mild this time, like deja vu. He allows himself an indulgent moment to think of himself as a time traveller, caught in the rich folds of then and now.

He knocks smartly on the door’s gleaming cherry surface. Ronan’s been on a wood-staining kick lately. He’s always liked to leave things a little bloodier than he found them.

There’s a rumble from inside, a sound like a thunking hammer, and then the door wrenches inwards.

“Ha,” Opal says, hanging off the handle. “Beat you.” Her hooves are on full display, and her face is flushed with self-satisfaction. Ronan yanks her backwards by the collar of her shirt.

“Cut it out,” he snaps. “You’re going to answer the door for the wrong person one day, and they’re gonna cart you away to psychopomp jail.”

“No one ever comes here anyway,” she argues.

“Except me, evidently,” Gansey says.

“Dick,” Ronan says, as if just noticing him. He bumps their fists together. “What’s up?”

“Just checking up on things. The Lynch estate,” he says airily, letting himself into the foyer. There’s an above average mess threading through the hallway, pockmarked floors and empty cans. A sagging bag of trash.

Ronan eyes him flatly on his way past. “Checking on me, you mean.”

“Is that so wrong?”

“It’s weird,” Ronan says, “considering you were also here yesterday to check up on me. Did Adam ask you to keep doing this?”

“I’ve cared about you for longer than Adam’s been in the picture,” Gansey says defensively. He pauses, then laughs at himself, realizing how it sounds. “I mean— I don’t need to be told to worry about you.”

“Believe me, I know that better than fucking anybody,” Ronan says. He looks a little unsettled, which is strange, against the backdrop of his pleasant patchwork living room. Being home usually dulls that sharp edge of Ronan’s like a felt pad.

“Was I really here yesterday?” Gansey asks, at length.

“You were,” Ronan says stiffly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m—I don’t know—“ he looks around, suddenly overwhelmed. “I couldn’t—I don’t know.”

“Gansey,” Ronan starts.

Gansey waves him off. “It’s probably fine. This is so silly. I just wanted to see how you are. I thought maybe Adam would be here, and we could…”

“It’s Tuesday. He’s at work,” Ronan says. “You know that, man.”

“Is it?” he asks absently.

“Maybe you should get a job too,” Ronan says.

Gansey gives him a look. “What for?”

“So you remember what day of the fucking week it is, to start.”

“I don’t think you can lecture me about self-awareness.” It was supposed to be a joke, but it nicks Ronan like a bee-sting, and he swells up with righteous anger.

“Right. Fuck me, I guess.”

“Ronan,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Are you gonna be back tomorrow with more hot new ways to insult me in my own home?”

“No I—I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” Gansey says quietly. The fight swirls out of Ronan completely.

“Is it Cabeswater?”

“Maybe,” Gansey whispers. There’s so much more he should, has, will say. There’s an entire manifesto inside of him, written in invisible ink.

“Then we’ll fix it. Magic is our wheelhouse.” What he means is: dealing with trauma is hard and slow, and I’d rather fix you with a dream than with a heart to heart. Or maybe that’s not fair. Ronan’s always shown up for him, when it mattered.

“Okay,” Gansey says. He feels like he’s taking on the colour of Ronan’s certainty. He’s being stained and repurposed, and all his scepticism and fear is covered over with varnish, like it has been his whole life.

He wonders if Ronan could dream the old him back into existence, and this Gansey, put-together-wrong-Gansey, could quietly disappear.

______

“Ronan told me that you were having some memory loss,” Adam says. He’s looking at him from across the little table in the corner of Monmouth, an unreasonably expensive hand-crafted thing with two overturned plastic buckets as chairs.

They’re eating leftover Nino’s, and talking circles around the conversation they should be having.

“A little,” Gansey admits. “It’s hardly a problem, though. I haven’t left any stovetops on or anything.”

Adam smiles with the corner of his mouth. “You don’t own an oven.”

“The point stands.”

“The point falls,” Adam says. “Completely apart. I can tell when you’re repressing. I’m an expert.”

“At repression, or at understanding me?”

Adam nods. Gansey snorts.

“Really, this is ridiculous. I’m supposed to be worrying about you, after what happened.”

“We’re supposed to be worrying about each other. See: friendship, appendix C.”

“Some of us happen to require more worry than others,“ Gansey says pointedly.

“If you’re talking about Ronan, believe me, I know. We’re working on it. But when have we even spoken about working on you?”

Gansey fidgets, uncomfortable. “It’s embarrassing. To act like what’s wrong with me is anything like—to pretend that my discomfort is the same as your tragedies—“

“Comparing yourself to other people never does anyone any good,” Adam says, chewing distractedly.

Which doesn’t make sense, because Gansey is rarely one person, alone. He is a many-headed thing. He watches his friends for cues, studies and takes notes and adopts his favourite things about them.

“I’m not comparing so much as I am prioritizing.”

“Repressing,” Adam reiterates.

“Anyway,” Gansey says. “Your boyfriend seems to think there’s a supernatural cure for me.”

“My boyfriend,” Adam starts, still stumbling over the title just a little, “uses whiskey and magic to dispel his bad days. I wouldn’t take a prescription from him.”

“What would you do, then. If you were me?” If you got resurrected wrong, and you didn’t know how to tell your friends that you shouldn’t have come back at all.

“Nowadays?” Adam’s eyes bore into his own, unsettlingly focused. “Ask for help.”

______

Sometimes, Blue holds him like she’s trying to overpower him. Not that he could ever resist her. She climbs over him on the purple couch in the sitting room at Fox Way, and hitches her legs over his lap, wrapping her arms so tightly around his chest that it changes the pattern of his breathing.

It’s an intensely physical kind of affection that she shares with Ronan, and even with Adam, in a way. They care so much that it chafes. They absorb him, and he absorbs them, and they never have to walk on their own.

“I’ve heard whispers, around Henrietta,” Blue says, “about a boy who won’t listen to his friends.”

“Oh?” Gansey says, playing along. There’s incense burning, somewhere, and the room is cloudy with it.

She nods into his chest. “Yeah, a real Dick, apparently.”

“Very funny,” he says affectionately.

“Yeah, except it’s not funny, actually.” She raises her head, and her pointy little chin jabs him just under his clavicle. “We’re worried about you. You feel like you’re everywhere at once.”

He wants to argue except—yes—that’s exactly how he feels. Everywhere at once. Too much at once. Unable to stop moving and thinking or he’ll die again, won’t he?

“I don’t want to be selfish,” he says.

“Gansey,” she says flatly. “You have been insufferable, and unintentionally self-serving—“

“I’ve so missed our pillow talk.”

She shoves him back so he splays across the couch, and then she follows him down. “You’re not selfish. You don’t have it in you. You’re like, so selfless that you end up being less of yourself.”

“I don’t think I know what that means.”

Blue kisses his shoulder, but it’s too hard, like she’d rather just headbutt him to get her point across.

“You died,” she reminds him.

“I’m sorry.”

“No,” she says. “No. Don’t be. It’s not your fault, and it’s not your fault that you’re not quite the same.”

His spine bows, and breaks. “Blue,” he breathes. He can’t believe she knows that. Is it so obvious, that that’s his problem? Is his impression of normal Gansey so terrible?

“You spend so much time just—marvelling at Adam and Ronan right?”

“And you,” he mumbles, but she ignores him. She gets like this, fired up and inspired and alone on her soapbox.

“Things get really hard for them, and they can be idiots about it, but they don’t let it break them, right? You don’t even realize that you’re doing the same thing.”

He frowns. “But I did break.”

She falters. “What?”

“I broke. I died. And things didn’t even get hard for me, Jane.”

She looks stricken, and she reaches down to hold his hand. “Of course they did.”

“It hurt, to watch my friends hurt. And I got a bit tired of responsibility. And that’s all it took,” he says bitterly.

Blue looks at him for a long time, still squeezing his hand.

“Are you telling me you wanted to die?”

“No, no, not then,” Gansey says hastily.

Blue’s face spasms. “And now?” she asks.

“No,” he says again, but it’s see-through. A yes in no’s clothing. He tries again, and means it. “No.”

“Okay,” she says. “Jesus, Gansey.”

“I know,” he says. “I don’t know. It should be so easy to be happy. My friends brought me back to life, how many people can say that?”

“Maybe no one,” she says. “And that’s why no one else has had to talk about this problem.”

“It’s just—how am I supposed to feel worthy of that kind of sacrifice?”

“You’re a Gansey,” she says, half-smiling and ruffling his bangs. “Everything about you screams worthy.”

It’s the wrong thing to say, and it must show on his face, because Blue frowns, and her hand goes soft in his hair.

“You know we did it because we love you, right?”

He nods, overwhelmed. “I’d hoped.”

“Idiot,” Blue says. “When are you going to understand that as much as you’re impressed by us, and care for us, and want to fix our problems, we feel the exact same stupid way about you?”

“I don’t know,” he says honestly.

She puts her head back down on his chest, and traces shapes over his heart. “I guess I’ll just have to keep telling you.”

His whole body goes warm, and he catches her hand and kisses her on the palm.

______

On the anniversary of his death, they have a funeral that doubles as a birthday party. They drink, and mill from place to place, and stay close to one another. He thinks of Noah all day, of how they had died together in the end.

He remembers how Noah had always looked like he was fading in and out of reality, and he wonders if he ever flickers like that.

They bring balloons to his symbolic grave, and fix them to the nearest tree.

Next to him, Blue cries, and Adam holds her shoulder. Ronan is furious, which is the same as crying. Henry hangs back a little, but he takes Gansey’s hand.

His friends surround him like they did on the night he came back. Like they do every day.

“He died for us,” Gansey says. “He should be here.”

“So did you,” Henry says.

“Exactly. So why did I come back and he didn’t?”

“He was dead for a long time,” Adam says slowly. “Cabeswater didn’t get to know him like it got to know you. It wasn’t feasible.”

“Magic isn’t feasible,” Gansey says fiercely. “What does seven years even matter to a timeless forest?”

“Magic has rules,” Ronan says.

“Since when do you care about rules?”

“Since when do you take your shit out on me all the time?” Ronan says calmly.

Gansey clenches his jaw, then drops Henry’s hand to hold his own over his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re allowed to be mad,” Blue says.

“I am.” He watches the wind twirl Noah’s wooden grave-marker. “I’m mad.”

“Finally,” Ronan says.

“No,” Gansey says. “You don’t get to act like I’ve been taking too long, or, or like this should be easy for me.”

“Stop trying to make this about your emotional superiority to Ronan,” Adam says.

“Superiority,” Gansey repeats. He laughs, disbelieving.

“Guys,” Henry starts.

“It’s like you can’t believe that you could possibly be doing worse than us.”

“Adam,” Blue says. “That’s not it at all.”

“No,” Gansey says. “That’s exactly it. I’m doing worse. And worse. And nothing even happened to me.” He laughs again, and it stumbles into a sob. “Nothing ever happens to me.”

“You died,” Blue says, again. She’s always reminding him, like it’s not the whole of his identity now.

“I came back,” Gansey says automatically.

“So?” Ronan says, looking away, out into the darkness of the trees. “Anything can set off pain. It doesn’t have to make sense to feel like shit.”

Adam quietly shifts on his feet and curls his fingers into Ronan’s wristbands.

“You don’t have to feel bad about feeling bad, bud,” Henry says.

He can feel his face crumpling. The hurt throbs, persistent, so close to being discovered that it starts shouting and waving its arms.

“I think—“ he swallows. His friends crane in towards him, waiting for him to speak. They’re so attentive, and scared, and wounded, like him. “I need some help.”

A tear slips down his cheek and disappears. The wind whistles. Nothing changes, except his friends faces, which are all profoundly relieved.

Blue smiles, watery, and reaches for him. “Then it’s a good thing we’re all here.”

#i thought this would be a gansey POV about ronan or adam thing but it turned out to very much be about himself #trc #the raven cycle #the gangsey #trc fanfic #prompt #mine #suicidal ideation tw #post-canon #people don't usually care about my trc fic so much which is cool but I really do love writing it #skippinginclouds #ask

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syncogon · 5 years ago

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[RS] PV 2

youtube

it’s ya boi back with more commentary. and hopefully fewer screencaps bc i don’t actually have as much time as my wordy and useless rambles as well as the quarantine situation might suggest alas

- who’s talking in the opening line? kela?? if so, the voice is totally off, but the theme of “the world belongs to the strong” is consistent with quotes from him and themes from that whole arc

- i guess this is a dream / unconscious sequence... i’m sad to see him like this. also one of the analyses i read was like you can track when in the movie a scene probably takes place by the progression of the markings on his skin, which is very obvious and i should be paying attention to that more -

^ i really like this visual. and i like how the galaxy eyes designs are all so distinct

^ Alliance soldiers i think, guessing from the uniforms? bc I thought the Eyes had all black uniforms. but i’m not sure. actually it prob makes more sense it’s the Eyes. rip the one guy facing the wrong (?) direction

^ actually these shoes are consistent with Eyes designs i think. nvm. also is that the announcer robot guy?? why is his body so small is that his real body or something??? what’s happening to him rip

^ what the FUCK is with this tattered cloak design?? it was definitely not tattered before? he would definitely look better with just like, a normal cloak, his cloak would never get tattered unless intentional, this is just a really weird and creepy image. then again ig if it’s part of the dream sequence, but this is implying that this is redeye’s actual design, and i don’t like it. tbh s1 redeye outfit with the short cloak was great

^ kiss kiss ki-

hope we see more of jupiter, the city design is tbh quite cool. though i wonder what exactly this Eye thing is supposed to be? is it part of the tower and just always here?

THE ENEMY’S GATE IS DOWN

flashback scene! but what about? the golden cube or the engine maybe? but i was hoping for something more interesting.

AW FUCKING HELL THIS FUCKER IS BACK.

FUCK.

ARGHHHHH.

ngl im really disappointed that they decided to bring kela back, i think that defeats the narrative significance of an especially significant arc. we’re already done with this antagonist! let’s move on! it isn’t cool or hip or logical to bring back antagonists when their story arcs have come to such a clean end! throw trash away when you’re done! ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i have more to say but i should move on maybe i’ll write another post/rant or something

yo what the fuck is going on here though. i don’t even know what planet that is jesus

wait is this. a hypothetical or like. an actual. planet.

ok so. WHOMST THE FUCK is this??? another galaxy eyes secretary? or someone higher rank? surely not the head honcho bc if so i will be super disappointed. actually his vibe kind of reminds me of kela. we’ll see i guess, hope he brings something interesting to the table.

it’s the guy from the poster! ppl say most likely he’s involved with auroras’ backstory somehow. our four major protag backstories all had like mentor figures, so maybe this is auroras’? but following that logic he shouldn’t be here in present day tho, so.

wonder what the pink smoke is tho, and also why he’s being shot down, and also everything about him :0

but what’s with the shattered... glass? rock? tornado thing around maidang? hmm. and they’re all just watching... and it’s in the arena with that ox man statue

white eye. in action!

AAAAA so i got 2/3 right. so weird seeing ox man just walking tho lmao his proportions look wack he’s way skinnier than i expected.

hey, hey. kela. look at me.

bitch.

i like this cut. is it significant? who is this galaxy eyes person OH WAIT if the rumor is true that aur was formerly Eyes then he must be story related to this guy somehow... maybe he was sold to medici or something who knows

this was so cool!!! like sanji from one piece. i dig it.

this actually almost looks 3D modeled for some reason haha

wait so is this... the finals of the tournament?

what. is the context of everything in this set i’m so curious aaaa

is this a) a cool app of diya’s abilities b) the Eyes guy from earlier attacking but what is that supposed to do, capture magically? c) aur/diya (jidi) moment???

... yeah somehow this whole scene looks 3D modeled. maybe it’s the lighting.

fun char designs to look at?

damn those muscles. but yeah i think a lot more markings appeared after this moment in his revival fight

mmmm.

red eyes... and is the stone purple now?? ahh.

also the cut from this to redeye was really cool! their eyes were like overlapped in positions. so cool. i wonder if this was intentional

maidang has gotten so much better at fighting, like, the basics. i dig it.

emotional but this just reminded me god i miss s1 diya. competent. cool. occasionally sassy. the movie just made her worry about maidang and weak, it’s like her only personality trait. (actually is this shot from the first movie? i don’t remember.)

god the more i think about it the more the jidi agenda feels like a thing. anyway what’s he blowin up hm.

i kind of wish we got backstory on why this is a bee haha but i like how it’s so distinctive

so cool!!!

beat his ass!!!

tUrBUleNce also gudong so worried :(

cool new power app??? is this her power. i just thought it was but maybe that one shot of her wasn’t her using her power. who knows.

also the cut from this to aur doing basically the same thing..... (adjusts glasses)

see?? the shading looks fake. hhh

AIGHT ok that’s all. actually there were sound/voice/line comments which i will edit in later.

ok it is later.

- “i just saw the galaxy eyes fleet surrounding jupiter” sounds like tang wude actually! so im excited, that’s reason for him to get back here in time?

- “i already knew the eyes wanted to destroy solar” sounds like medici...?

- “people need heroes, and to become a hero one must pay a price” ok i really like this line it’s super cool, but i can’t say who is or might be saying it. one of the new antagonistic chars possibly?

- “there is a word called ‘miracle’” sounds like medici, as does “the era of new heroes”, though the latter could be someone else

- rest of the lines are all either maidang or diya or gudong

other thoughts:

ppl kept commenting in chinese on the youtube vid like whens the release like it says right there! on the video! in chinese!

still no medici (visually) or shu, huh.

sound quality for the trailer was wack tbh. hopefully the movie won’t be like that.

i’m a little worried, actually, that this has lost the core of what made it so good. that it’s become cheap. but only time will tell. i’ll still have hope.

anyway countdown continues let’s goooooooooooo (pls let me be able to watch...)

#rainbow sea #mine #synco talks

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iamsonyeondone · 5 years ago

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red string of fate // lee taeyong

college and soulmate au! taeyong

there’s no angst in this just fluff ^^

everyone had their own red string of fate

one end tied to your pinky while the other end belonged to your soulmate

everything had been decided by that famous red string, each individual being presented with it when they reached of legal age

but no one knows where all this originated from or whoever made it up

all they knew was that the red string tied securely on their pinky will never untie, break or disappear

unless either partners went through certain circumstances

of course everyone fawned over this magical occurrence, it being the first topic that any human would speak of

it was always ‘red string’ this or ‘fate’ that

and it made you grow tired of it by the time you graduated from high school

and that annoyance that lingered whenever someone would mention it slowly turned into anger, fueled by the incessant questions that flood your thoughts and ears every day

‘you havent had a red string yet?” or the ‘arent you scared of being alone?’

the first time you heard those questions made you fidget with worry in the beginning

and you subconsciously comforted yourself with the idea that your fate would come to you when the time was right

no one can rush something such as being destined-to-be-soulmates

but the questions doubled over and you learnt how to selectively mute their words

but that was all in the pass

the moment you saw the red string appear on your pinky you went speechless for the entire day

you had no idea how to feel or how to react because after all these years, the pesky red string finally appeared before your eyes

you even tried cutting it with a pair of kitchen scissors

let’s just say you almost lost your life from flying kitchen equipment and that the red string remained unscathed

Once you got over the phenomenon, you called up your best friend to break the news to

but you were only met with the sound of the familiar beeping

yep he hung up the moment you told him the news

because in the next five minutes, you find yuta and johnny huffing and puffing on your doormat, sweat trickling down their skin

“its,,,time,,t,to,,celebrate” yuta managed a little smile before crawling into your apartment, welcoming the cool air of the ac

for the next few hours, the three of you ramble on about the new found miracle while they explained their own experience when they found out about their own path to their destined lover

“i really thought you would end up as a cat or dog lady,” johnny said in between bites, all of you deciding to have a pizza party as a celebration

“hEY, being a crazy cat lady aint that bad,,,wait now that you said about being a dog lady,,,”

“istg y/n you take care of yourself first before actually getting one. i mean look at you, you’re still wearing the same outfit from yesterday”

“SHUT IT NAKAMOTO SAVE WATER SAVE THE EARTH”

the next few weeks, you struggle trying to focus in your lectures, your gaze always focusing the vibrant red on your smallest finger

and you cant help but try to see if you could find ‘the one’ by looking for the owner of the other end of the string

you were intensely watching the crowd from inside the campus’s cafe, sipping on your drink while you looked for someone

but it was funny; you had no idea how this person looked or how they acted but somehow your heart is pounding in your ears just by the thought

but you were brought back to the present by the waiter, he looked pretty familiar

was he in one of your lectures?

maybe you bumped into each other at a party

“you’re y/n right? that guy in the corner bought you a muffin,” he smiled sweetly

you glanced back up at his name tag. ‘kun’? oH you saw him at the bar performing magic tricks when his group of friends joined yours

“oh y-yeah,, thanks kun,” you reciprocated his smile before turning your attention back on the man in question

you’ve never seen him before but you were sure to steer clear from the guy

he had this smug smirk plastered on his face, shooting a wink your way as you awkwardly glanced away

even after an hour or so, you could feel his eyes staring right through your skull

that was until johnny slides down on the seat opposite yours, breaking his stares

“that test nearly annihilated all my braincells,” he sighed and just as he was about to rant about the way the test was squeezing out all his brain juices, he takes a glimpse of you and his big brother ways rise up

“what’s up? something happened?” he asked in a reassuring but soft tone and the pressure on your shoulders lessen

“its nothing,,,” you trailed off, but his eyes nudged you to go on “there’s this sleazy creep trying to hit on me but you better not beat his ass. can we just,, can we just leave? i know a better spot anyway,” you mumbled everything in one breath

and johnny respected your decision albeit the strong urge to use his new found knowledge of muay thai on someone else

the both of you hurry out, johnny watching your back for you while the doorbell rang

“damn i didnt know sleazy douchebags go to cafes too,” johnny joked to lighten the mood while the both of you walked through campus, students littering the school with tired and panicked expressions

somehow the heavy feeling in your chest seemed to find comfort in the bottom of your heart

and the thumping of your loud heart blocked out whatever johnny was talking about

maybe something about his muay thai class with haechan? he did mention how much he enjoyed it. or was it about his project for the photography club?

you were so stuck in your thoughts that johnny had already stopped in his tracks while you continued walking through the groups of students

and suddenly the loud beating of your heart escalated to your fidgety fingers and your almost sure your cheeks are softly stained red

that is until you bump your head onto something

or someone

and when you try to profusely apologize for being unaware of the person’s presence

your jaw drops at the sight of someone so beautiful you thought he was fiction

did you get a concussion and now you were hallucinating things???

noPE because the next thing that happens is the slight tugging sensation on your finger and you look down to it in confusion

you wonder when the string became so short or how it no longer dragged on concrete pavements,,

or how you could see someone else being connected on the other end

and you traced the other finger to see the gorgeous man right in front of you

you were definitely dreaming because is it even possible to be paired with someone who’s so out of your league?

apparently your soulmate agrees

because he’s flabbergasted himself, mouth gaping and struggling to come up with words to greet himself

because the both of you were too preoccupied with each other, johnny had to intercept

wingman johnathan to the rescue

“hey whats up taeyong? havent seen you around school lately,” he chuckled, breaking you out of your thoughts

“wait,,, you know him? u-h i mean-”

“yeah he came to the photography club from time to time to help ten annnnd speaking of ten, he called me like a minute ago asking for some help. maybe you can replace me for today’s study date, taeyong,”

you managed to get a glance of johnny’s sly smile before he jogged off to one of the school buildings

which was definitely not the direction of the photography club

but you were stopped from staring into his soul by the sound of taeyong clearing his throat

“you dont mind if i uhm tag along right?” and you swoon at the sound of his voice

somehow your blush had already reached the tips of your ears and you nervously nodded your head in reply

“theres this place where me and my friends go to to study and its not that far. you dont mind the outdoors right?” you mumbled the question

taeyong managed a small smile which elicits a smile from yourself as well

the next few hours of studying in the school’s garden goes by in a flash

the both of you get immersed in each other’s thoughts and opinions and even though your personalities and your likes or dislikes clash with each other

it just seemed so perfect

maybe this string of fate was making you wear a pair of rose-tinted glasses

because you barely know this guy

and yet it felt like you’ve known him for years

days past and one study session turned into four and somehow your friend group extended as well

doyoung would drop by every once in a while and if it werent for taeyong’s presence, you would have definitely only see him as someone cold and overwhelming

or the fact that taeyong drops by the neighboring high school to see his ‘younger brothers’ because he had extra leftover from his cooking class

cue heart pounding, happy crying, loud screaming moment because he’s so husband material

sometimes they like to tease him because what??? we have 2 parents now??

and you can see him get so flustered over the statement because getting married to you sounds like a dream

and when taeyong officially asks you out and you very calmly say yes, it becomes the most talked about relationship on campus

he had already been the top three talked about topic in school but when someone spots him with you, holding hands through the hallway, the news spread like wildfire

and for a whole week, you get bombarded with questions from random strangers about how its like to date taeyong

and you cant really give an answer because you start blushing furiously at the question and you start stammering

and by the time you get a few words out, five minutes already passed the person who had asked you about it had already disappeared somewhere else

because what is it like to date lee taeyong?

aside from the fact that your boyfriend was sculpted carefully by the gods,,

he is one of the softest person you know

he feeds the cats and dogs on the street when you go out on dates because he has actual kibble for them in his bagpack because human food arent good for them he says

and the way he cuddles up to you when he sleeps over because the two of you cant seem to say farewell after a whole day out

taeyong is really sensitive to the cold so when autumn starts creeping up, he gets as close to you as possible which meant cuddling hours all day round

except in front of people because he’s too shy for pda

because one time he planted a soft kiss on your cheek at your apartment door and the old lady that lived a few doors down had seen the both of you and she talked about how she missed those days of being young in love

and he started malfunctioning because he became so embarrassed by it even though the old lady meant no harm at all

can we also talk about how much he spoils you? even the boys agree that he spoils you the most

chenle aka his biggest fan is jealous that you get to hear him hum you to sleep

“i know we adopted you as our parental figure but please stop stealing him from us, we’re starting to starve,” haechan complained

“oh really?? what about,, this” and you present the lunchboxes you and taeyong made because you decided to join him

like you’re really motivated to cook for him because he’s done so much for you??

now the boys just love you even more

because they know you’re not just after his looks especially since taeyong is really too kind for his own good

and what’s taeyong’s feelings for you?

he cant describe how much his feelings for you have escalated

because one moment he feels so comfortable with you, sleeping with his head on your lap while you attempt to read through your notes

and another moment his heart is beating so fast from being so close to you because the lift is crowded with people and he tries to shield you away from the others

and most of the time when you’re in full focused mode, he chuckles and his heart feels like there’s flowers blooming in his chest from the way your antics naturally show up

or the way he tries to wake up a few minutes earlier so he can bask in the moment with you in his arms while he brushes the stray strands of hair on your face

and its just,,, the purest form of love

“you dont look so good, have you been overworking yourself again?” you huff worriedly, pressing the back of your hand gently on his face while yours was just inches away from his

and he takes a moment to stare back into your eyes, a small smile growing on his lips

“am i sick? maybe that’s because all i think about is you,”

a/n: oh what im updating??? okay im just gonna say this first that this will not be happening regularly due to my schedule and i only try to write when im really inspired and motivated which is like every 6 months im so sorry but i hope you guys like this one and i’ll try my best in the future ❤

#lee taeyong #taeyong #nct #nct 127 #nct u #kpop #neo culture technology #scenario #imagine #writing #drabble #au #college au #kpop imagine #kpop scenario #kpop writing #soulmate au

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heartfeltheart · 5 years ago

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Alchemy: Magic Vs. Science

Chapters: 24/25 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Series: Part 1 of 9. Summary: Magic and Science, are they the same or are they completely different? It just takes one person to point out all up and downs. Along with breaking the stereotypes that come up with being a wizard, alchemist and most of all being human. Thank you, @amynchan! D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

“English and Edward’s accented voice.” “Amestrian or another foreign language.” “Written notes.” ‘Thoughts.’ First Name: Informal Last Name: Formal (Or used to annoy others)

Edward couldn't help it, he started to grin at the turn out for the Battle Royal. Each of his thirteen students had brought along the maximum of students they were required to bring along. On top of that, each of the Heads of Houses brought along a couple of their own students to watch the show. There are several individuals in the empty field looking on with disbelief. 'Ah... the non-believers... we'll see by the end of the day if they are still non-believers.'

"It appears we'll have more spectators..." Roy stated to Edward with a slight smirk on his lips. He glanced over at the castle to see students piling over each other to peek at the windows and others actually are at the courtyard away from the scene but not close enough to fully see. "Wanting a sneak peek of what true alchemy is like..."

"They're curious and the fact rumor travels extremely fast here." Edward waved him off. "Is everyone ready?"

"The Ministry Officials are here and ready to critique us every step of the way." Roy responded with a shrug, he pulled out his ignition gloves with a heavy feeling falling over him. "I take it they don't know about you, Alphonse and myself?"

"None of them know and they don't have the knowledge to take note of it. If they do take note of it... distract them and pull their attention elsewhere." Edward stated as he rolled his shoulders to release some tension. "It makes things far more fun to mess with them."

"True... true..." Roy snorted, he put on his gloves, he then smirked at the former Alchemist when he saw his future opponents wave at him from the other side of the field. "How about we get this show on the road?"

"Alright... Get ready with Al to create the stands, if they want a show, might as well make it one." Edward grinned, he clapped his hands together and somewhere out there... something grinned manically at the consequences of that day.

-.-

The moment Alphonse Elric and Roy Mustang created a mini arena, mainly creating a couple of stands for the spectators and a couple of obstacles, mainly boulders with varying sizes. In all, it looked like a very tempting fight to see for the Magical Community that are given front row seats. The eight students that have previously watched a fight between Alchemists are giddy with excitement. This is going to be amazing!

The entire arena went quiet when General Mustang stood in the middle of the arena. "Welcome, welcome! Welcome to the Battle Royal! A battle to the death!"

"General!"

Roy flinched at the glare that Riza sent his way from her spot in the stands. He laughed nervously and coughed into his gloved hand to regain his composure. "Anyway... We were invited to your lovely...haunted... school! Mr. Edward Elric, Headmaster Dumbledore along with Emperor Ling and myself, have decided to create this little show... To showcase not only Alchemy but showcase what Amestris and Xing have to offer. Alphonse Elric, Mei Chang, Scar, myself, Emperor Ling and the Emperor's top bodyguard Lan Fan will be battling each other in last one standing match. Do not blink or you might miss the entire show..."

Edward snorted when he saw Roy snapped his fingers and flames flew up toward the sky causing everyone in the crowd to look on in awe. Just a snap of his fingers and he already has the crowd eating out of his hand. Clever. Very clever.

-.-

No one knew how to describe what is occurring down in the arena floor. Many of them had seemed fights, magical and non-magical alike. But this... This just takes the cake in so many levels to the point it makes many wonders... are they holding back? Yes. Judging by the fact how Mr. Elric only liked mildly impressed or scoffed at the many close class that is occurring down below.

The audible sounds of snaps ringing out throughout the arena which quickly followed by a massive burst of flame. Bright light engulfing the area which was quickly followed by destruction none had ever seen before. What seemed to take the cake for everyone is the fact two of the opponents that showed no Alchemical skill are at the same level as the others. The only things that they had on them are short blades, bombs and... is that a metal arm?

Yeah... that's a metal arm that is shooting out bombs...

-.-

Pale, terrifying and expressions filled with alarm at what is occurring in front of the Ministry Officials. They had anticipated something simple and complete laughing stock in all their opinions. That thought process grew when Emperor Ling and Princess Mei decided to join this Battle Royal. The moment the battle started... they began to wonder... Who the bloody hell are these... PEOPLE! If that is what you want to call them. They aren't even human, how could a simple human do all of that! That is completely impossible. How are they able to jump that high? Dodging at such speeds?

And by Merlin's beard! The only one that appeared to not be in shock by what is occurring down there is Mr. Colonel Edward Elric. The young man is actual calmly answering questions that were shot his way about the battle. If anything, he isn't treating this as a form of entertainment, but an actual life lesson.

"General Mustang control is meticulous..."

"Miss. Chang abilities primarily focus on healing or long range form."

"Alphonse, well-rounded. Prefers hand to hand combat of using staffs as a primary weapon."

"Mr. Scar... run. Just run."

"Emperor Ling... get food to distract him. You might get a chance."

"Lan Fan? Hand to a hand specialist, you mess with the Emperor, then you better watch out."

The whole situation is absurd to the point they are at complete disbelief. As much as they want to deny, deny, and deny, they cannot deny this. How could they? The Student-Faculty of Hogwarts is here as witnesses to this, along with a good handful of professors. Here's the kicker, if they deny this then both Amestris and Xing will call them out and the repercussions of that... only makes them shudder.

Then... there's the few within the group that are watching, the wheels in their mind spinning a thousand miles a minute. There are so many possibilities, so many future possibilities and opportunities that could occur if the dealings between all three counties are done. Of course, all dealings in their favor. Imagine it? Witches and Wizards able to do such feats, to have an army of them with such power? It is so close, they could just reach over and take it for themselves.

What really caught everyone's attention and fact, is that the Emperor of Xing had brought along the Amestrians as bodyguards. It is obvious by the fight down below... he appears far more capable of taking care of himself.

-.-

The moment the Battle Royal came to an end, the crowd roared out their approval of the fight. It is by far the most remarkable event many of them had ever seen. If this is what Alchemy had to offer, then they want to know more, learn what exactly what the true meaning of Alchemy is like. Too bad for many that dream will sink or sail for many the moment the Alchemy Teacher stood up and down to the arena floor.

"Well... Did that exceed all of your expectations?"

-.-

All throughout Hogwarts, the students rambled on and on about the Battle Royal. No one could stop gossiping on said subject. It was so unbelievable to many and if it weren't for the fact that so many students and professors had laid witness to it, disbelief would be the emotion many would have. But no, everything is true... except for adding a few more details here and there. Just to make it all more exciting for the listener.

"Was that what you saw over at Amestris, Terrance?" Fred and George asked their older classmate.

"Similarly, what we saw is General Mustang and a Major Armstrong. Even if it was of a smaller scale to the Battle Royal, it was still rather epic to watch." Terrance grinned at the twins as the three of them headed over towards the Great Hall for dinner. "Even what we saw, it is still on a small scale. All of them were holding back or were not in their element to showcase their abilities to the fullest. It's amazing..."

"Do you believe..."

"We could do that one day?"

"Maybe...if we continue with our learning and possible training." Terrance replied honestly, not fully knowing the answer to their question himself. "Dr. Marcoh told us back in Amestris that there are different branches of science and that is the same with Alchemy. General Mustang specializes in fire, Major Armstrong mixes alchemical skill with physical power, and along with that, he told us he knew a couple of individuals that dealt created metals, weapons, explosions and let's not forget Miss. Mei is s Alkahestric. Alkahestry performs a higher medical transmutation than Amestrian Alchemy and is able to perform it in long distances, unlike Amestrian Alchemy. There are many forms of alchemy which one would choose to study and perform."

"I want to make things go boom..."

"Very big boom..."

"Wait...?"

"What about Mr. Scar?"

"Er... I... don't know? I heard someone else asked Mr. Elric about and he got all quiet about it..."

-.-

"Wait... You guys are also going to have Alphonse teach here?" Edward asked, taken aback by what was being told to him. He is sitting behind his desk with a cup of hot tea and a plate of food on his desk. The Mustang Unit, Scar, Dr. Marcoh, Ling, Lan Fan, Mei, Alphonse along with Severus and Filius are sitting around the classroom with their dinner. Everyone who could speak English spoke the language for Edward's new friends. Well, here and there. Some information is better left incomprehensible. "Who made this up?"

"The moment the Ministry Officials saw Alphonse perform alchemy, they wanted him to become the 'Alchemy Professor'." Roy snorted into his own cup of steaming hot tea. "They wanted to replace you with your brother. Fortunately, with Dumbledore's help, we convinced them that won't be necessary. I won't bore you with the details right now, the end result is having you and Alphonse alternate years."

"And what the hell should I do during that free year?" Edward asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Congratulations, we promoted you to be an Ambassador of Amestris. You'll be the go-between Magical Great Britain and Amestris. While your brother will also be a go-between for them and Xing, depending on the situation." Roy laughed at Edward's expression of complete horror. He scooped up a spoonful of mash potatoes and pointed it at Edward. "Don't worry too much on it. You won't be permanently stationed here, just mostly traveling back and forth once every other couple of months or whenever your presence is needed."

"Good, he might get a little stir-crazy..."

"Shut up, Severus."

"Making a very plausible point."

"Shut up..." Edward retorted glumly in defeat while placing down his cup of tea on his table. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked pensive over what was just said to him, the Alchemy Teacher needed to think this through with Winry. It is no longer himself anymore, the moment he asked Winry to marry him, everything changed. Even if he is here being what he became, was something that was sort of planned. A year to travel west to study Alchemy. Well... he isn't exactly studying alchemy... he's teaching it. Traveling? Nope... Ugh... "I need to talk to Winry about this... We still need to set a date on the wedding and this is..."

"Don't worry about it, we are still ironing out the kinks to this." Riza assured him.

"I am scared how Winry will react to this..."

"Don't worry about it, we told her before we told you of this." Roy grinned at the Colonel.

Fortunately for Edward, he had finished his drink otherwise it would have spilled all over his ungraded classwork. "WHAT! What the fuck did you tell her!"

Severus and Filius shifted their gazes back and forth between Edward and Roy growing argument. Knowing Edward for this long, they knew it would be pointless intervening in the argument. They would get pulled into it and it will not end well. Especially with how Ms. Hawkeye is slowly edging towards them. They began to wonder how normal this is for everyone in this room.

-.-

Edward laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling deep in thought. So many things had occurred to him during the week that his friends arrived at Hogwarts and left since then. Heck, many more the moment he became a teacher and that made his mind go a thousand miles a minute. So much has changed for him the last year or so.

Where to go from there? What else could he do? Traveling seems... not something that seemed to appeal now. He traveled all throughout Amestris with a purpose of finding a way to get his and Alphonse bodies back. He got Alphonse's body back while he got his own arm back. The main reason for going west to look for Alchemy was...

Pause.

Edward blinked slowly at a realization that suddenly struck him. He doesn't remember the exact reason he decided to travel west. Sure, to possibly learn more aspects on Alchemy and now thinking back on it. The main reason he went on this trip was that Alphonse mentioned he wanted to go East... by himself... on his own trip... This is an adventure that he went on his own and this is different. Very different. The excitement is nearly gone. Sure, there is an excitement in seeing others getting so psyched up in learning alchemy, it was like seeing himself and Alphonse in all his students. It's an honor to teach but this wasn't something he never saw himself doing. Now here he is and seeing how the situation is like, this is something that he wants to do to need to do. He needs to ensure that Alchemy is standing true and ensure that Truth will not play its games. Then again... Edward wouldn't be surprised if that thing is already pulling all the strings.

Not only that... Edward has plans on turning another government on its head and it will be one hell of a ride. With a grin reminiscent of a white figure, Edward turned off the light and allowed his mind to wander off to sleep.

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gaycharr · 5 years ago

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suddenly realized how i wanted Watcher and Marina’s bond to build so some rambling about that under the cut hadoueada

so like, up until zhaitan watcher is still p much dormant as far as their bond w/ marina goes. she’s still connected to them b/c of the spell she did as a kid, but they are kid of dormant in her mind.

she’s interesting, because she survived the spell (and none have done that since the contract was put in place for the Watcher), but she’s still not quite interesting enough for watcher to bother actually...well...watching her. they’re just sleeping in their liminal space, lazily watching souls pass through.

except, then Marina kills Zhaitan, and the nature of watcher and their bond means that Marina absorbs some of that energy, that delicious ancient dragon magic. and suddenly watcher is VERY interested

so they show up in Marina’s dreams. Hey, remember me, that questionable entity you unknowingly signed on with a few years ago? Yeah well, that really DID happen and now I’m here to carry that out b/c now you have my attention.

Watcher’s original want is to fully bond with Marina, which they can’t do without Marina’s consent. and even though she technically signed their contract, that doesn’t count beyond starting the connection. Watcher’s deal is that they want the power to be more than what they are, but they can’t exist on the mortal plane on their own.

The catch is that they gain power by uh, not REALLY killing people ? but like, being around during their death. absorbing the magic released. So they ask Marina to finalize their connection; the watcher will grow more powerful as Marina goes about her commander stuff and in turn will be able to make Marina more powerful.

Except the Watcher is a many eyed unknown being and Marina is like uhh... i dont KNOW if i want to feed you magic? but since we are bonded already and i am curious as well about you, i suppose you can stick around a little more

and they kind of start exploring the bounds of their connection. I originally said that their relationship was more symbiotic but I think that Watcher really is mostly her patron? like even before hand when they were sleeping, Marina’s magic was still benefiting from their connection.

I’ve also stated before that Marina KNOWS how to do all kinds of magic, but excels best at necromancy and can struggle with others, and in hindsight i think this makes sense b/c she’s so good at necromancy b/c of the watcher and the watcher’s nature just doesnt lend itself to other magics as well.

so the Watcher starts lurking metaphysically around Marina. Having a connection to a mortal isn’t new to the Watcher, but it is the first time since their contract was put in place. So it’s also a learning experience for them, adapting and figuring out ways to bleed over into the physical plane and stuff.

Blood magic is really fun (in the Watcher’s opinion at least. there’s so MUCH they can learn from something by tasting its blood), and now that the watcher is activley contributing to the bond, Marina finds that a lot of her spell casting just has a different vibe to it. Also they learned that they can ‘control’ marina’s minions (in a sort of blank hivemind way), so there’s that.

She’s also always had a vague sense for like ‘auras’ and stuff. Which she didn’t realize was a result of the bond, but it gets a little stronger after the watcher joins her properly as well. Sometimes their able to lend their eyesight to Marina to an extent, and it’s really interesting to be able to literally see the veins and swirls of magic entwining through everything, among other things.

(the watcher could probably ‘drift’ with Marina / a mortal, but the watcher also experiences things on a not mortal and more abstract scale so... like if they were to eat an orange, they wouldnt taste the fruit itself, theyd taste the sun that grew it, the water that touched its roots, etc.)

ANYWAYS by the time HoT starts they’ve built a sort of ‘friendship’, i guess? Like Marina thinks that the Watcher clearly isn’t malicious, just maybe chaotic neutral at worst, and it’s probably dangerous to get too comfy w/ the demon in your head but Marina thinks that the Watcher actually gives a fuck about her. I mean, they did gift her a strange magical rock that lets her summon a rock raptor that is also linked to the watcher’s hivemind deal. And they protected Marina during scarlet’s machine.

And things are getting desperate, she needs to get stronger, she needs to save her friends, she needs to save the WORLD. So she says fuck it, yeah, i’ll agree to bond fully with you. And they do, and it’s pretty much the same but different. It’s like when the Watcher first appeared all over again. Everything pretty much works the SAME, its just like she got home and everything was moved 5 feet to the left.

Except, there is one BIG difference, and it’s that the Watcher becomes much more able to interact with the world. Not to much on Marina’s end as the Watcher themself, but they can just experience the world more. Both through their own being but also like, when Marina eats something, they can kind of taste it through her type deal?

That drift thing i mentioned earlier also starts to get stronger, but i dont think we’ve reached a point where either have used it yet. Aside from like, the watcher absorbing knowledge indirectly from Marina’s experiences.

Also the reaper shroud deal is new, and suddenly having the lended strength to wield a great sword is gonna take some getting used to. And maybe after this is over, Marina will have time to worry about becoming a magic harvester for the Watcher. but for now its fine, gotta raise this egg.

#c: marina

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swanqueeneverafter · 6 years ago

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What Dreams May Come, Pt.14

Pleasure Island. Past. Docks. (Robert and James are running toward the ferry when they cross paths with King George.) King George: "Is that... You found him. You found my son. Please, let me reward you." Robert: "No." King George: "Pardon me?" Robert: (With his arms around the boy:) "Please, James... H-He doesn't want to be with you. Let him live where he'll be happy, where he started out before Rumplestiltskin took him. With me." King George: "You're the miserable wretch who sold his own flesh and blood. You look older than you should, shepherd. A conscience must be a terrible thing." Robert: "I made a mistake, but I'm making it right. I have him, and I'm not giving him back." King George: (When his guards start forward:) "No need for that. The right price fixed it last time." James: (To Robert:) "Don't let him take me.” Robert: “No. I didn't protect this boy the first time, but I'm gonna do it now.” King George: (To his guards:) “Take him down.” Robert: “No. (As the guards seize him:) No.” King George: “Guards, the reward for finding the Prince is yours - if you kill this man.” Robert: “No!” King George: “And try to make it look like an accident.” Robert: (As the guards drag him away:) “No. Get your hands off me! Let me go! James! James!” Storybrooke. Granny's Diner. Present. (Greg Mendell stands examining the coin in his hand.) Greg Mendell: "And you're saying I had this on me?" David: "It was among your personal effects at the hospital, yes." Greg Mendell: (Studies it closer:) "Just looks like a subway token to me. (Flips the coin in the air nonchalantly before David catches it:) Sorry I couldn't be more help. (To Granny:) I heard this is also a bed and breakfast?" Granny: "It is." Greg Mendell: "Could I get a room?" Granny: "Right this way." (Granny leads Greg into the back as David looks down at the coin, despondent.) Hook: "You all right, mate?" David: "Yeah. (Shakes his head:) I think I can fill in the blanks from here anyway. King George had my father killed, made it look like an accident and reclaimed by brother as his son." Henry: "I'm sorry, Grandpa." David: (Nods:) "Thank you, Henry. I'm er... Just gonna get some air." (David pockets the coin, turns and leaves the diner.)

Hook: (To Henry:) "There's something I don't quite understand. You go to see this Xanax fellow and he puts you to sleep?" Henry: "Right." Hook: "You then enter what you call a dreamscape and have adventures while you're asleep?" Henry: "Yeah." Hook: "Nope. I'm still not getting it, mate. You live every day of your life in the united realms of story. Adventure is only a stone's throw away from you at any moment." Henry: "Yeah, but in each realm I'm known as Henry Swan-Mills. The son of Emma and Regina. The grandson of Snow White and Prince Charming. It's like everywhere I go, I bring my family's legacy with me." Hook: "Well surely that's a good thing?" Henry: "It is and it isn't. Look, I love my family, more than anything. But until I stake my own claim in this world, I will always be measured against their stories, their victories." Hook: "Aye, I see your point." Henry: "Besides, last time I tried to strike out on my own, I almost sent everyone to live out their lives inside their own worst nightmares. This way I can be the hero and know my friends and family are safe." Hook: "Yeah, and that's all well and good for now, but Henry, your dreams aren't real. Until you go out there and find your own adventure in the real world, you're never gonna know what life is all about." Henry: (Smiles:) "All I know is, I've never felt this alive in a very long time. You should try it for yourself sometime." Hook: (Chuckles:) "All right, Henry. We'll see." Elsewhere In The Diner. (Snow, Emma and Regina are seated together in a booth.) Snow White: "So, Robin Hood has gone?" Emma: "Yep, Zelena took him to the town line and as soon as he crossed over - poof." Snow White: (Sighs:) "Well that's a relief. So was he...?" Regina: "From our dreamscape? We're still not a hundred percent sure on that." Emma: "But, because real human beings don't tend to vanish into thin air when crossing the town barrier, we're pretty sure that Robin Hood was a magical being." Snow White: "So like a dream or ghost or-" Regina: "More like an echo. Don't worry, Emma and I have agreed not to use the dreamscapes anymore." Snow White: "Oh. Well, surely it's better to be safe than sorry. (Glances over at Henry, whispering:) What about Henry, surely he can’t continue journeying into the dream world after this?" Emma: "Actually, we've spoken with him and we all agreed that since he's been using the dreamscape for months without incident, that he should continue to do so." Regina: "It seems that Zelena's theory was right, that because of who Emma and I are... with our combined powers... we may have caused the whole dream Robin Hood problem." Snow White: "But even so, what if something like this were to happen again?" Regina: "Then we'll know how to deal with it." Snow White: "I think that's an awfully big risk to take... (While Snow continues to ramble on, Regina watches Emma closely as the blonde woman rubs her neck distractedly. When she notices her wife staring at her, Emma quickly drops her hand from her neck and gives Regina a reassuring smile:) I mean, what do you think, Emma?" Emma: (Takes a deep breath:) "Well, as Sheriff, I can't say I relish the thought of something like this happening again." Snow White: (To Regina:) "See?" Emma: (Continuing:) "But, as a wife and mother, I have faith that we'll be able to face whatever challenges come our way." Regina: (Smiles:) "Well said."

The Dragon's Lair. (Robin stands behind the bar drying a glass when she sees Alice enter.) Alice: (Walks over carrying a dish containing candy and fruit:) "Turns out you were right. You really can put candy on anything.” Robin: (Glancing at the dish:) “I see that.” Alice: “Okay. So, here's the thing. I’m sorry I lied to you earlier. We thought it’d be too painful for you to see Robin Hood knowing it might not be a permanent thing. And I never want to see you in pain, not if I can help it.” Robin: (Putting down the glass:) "I get that. But you're forgetting something. I already have a Mom. Let it be her job to worry about me. You and I? We're a team. And teams can't keep secrets from each other." Alice: (Nods:) "Okay." Robin: "You don't have to worry, because as long as you're with me, nothing will be too much, no matter what it is. So, to make sure we both remember that, I made you this. (Holds up a bracelet:) Can I?" Alice: "Mm." (Extends her arm.) Robin: (Secures it to Alice's wrist:) "There." Alice: "It's beautiful." (They share a smile.) Robin: "Now, then, (Holds up two glasses:) how ‘bout a drink?" Alice: (Taking a seat:) "Absolutely." Storybrooke General Hospital. Rumplestiltskin's Room. (Laid back in his hospital bed, Rumplestiltskin's eyes flicker behind their closed lids as images flash before him.)

Rumplestiltskin's Dream. Enchanted Forest. (Rumplestiltskin stands admiring his wife from the end of a long table while she sits reading.) Belle: "You know, you could just take a photograph." Rumplestiltskin: (Smiles at his wife's teasing:) "No need. I could remember how you look right now forever." (At the sound of footsteps approaching, Rumplestiltskin turns to see his son carrying several books.) Gideon: "Mother, Father." Rumplestiltskin: "Gideon. I appreciate your fondness for them, but maybe just one book at a time. Do you really need so many?" Gideon: (Smiling:) "I've been accepted into Elphame Academy. I'm to start in two weeks." Belle: "Oh, Gideon. I'm so proud." Gideon: "And you, father?" (A stricken look upon Rumplestiltskin's face is quickly replaced with a smile.) Rumplestiltskin: (Pulling his son in for a hug:) "Congratulations. (They part:) Look at you. You're a scholar just like your mother." Gideon: "And like Mother, I could always use more books." (Gideon turns and leaves to fetch more books.) Rumplestiltskin: (Watching him go:) "I didn't think he'd be leaving us this soon. It's all going so fast." Belle: "Oh Rumple, We've had Gideon for 18 amazing years. Years filled with with life and adventure, and now, it's... it's time for him to go and find his own. He's ready." Rumplestiltskin: "Yeah, but what if I'm not ready?" (Turning to face his wife, Rumplestiltskin is flooded with images of he and Belle as they age throughout the years.) Belle: (Echoing across the visions:) "I want to build our home right here, with our own hands." (Dream Rumple chops wood while Belle fetches the water. After much sawing, digging, painting and assembling, the house is built and Dream Rumple carries Belle over the threshold. Quickly, the house fills with various personal touches such as the spinning wheel, photographs and the chipped cup. Rumplestiltskin smiles while his dream counterpart sits, talks, dances and laughs with Belle. The occasional visits from their son warming his heart as the visions and time marches on before his very eyes.)

(Then, one morning, as Belle climbs up to open the curtains, she glances back at Dream Rumple and they share a warm smile. Belle then turns and opens the curtains, but something is very wrong. Sensing this immediately, the real Rumplestiltskin runs forward, merging with the aging Dream Rumple when he stands and catches Belle as she falls backwards. Placing her gently on the sofa, Rumplestiltskin sighs with relief.) Rumplestiltskin: "Oh, Belle. I thought I'd lost you." Belle: "You'll never lose me, not really. But for now, it... it's time to let me go." Rumplestiltskin: "What? No, we need more time. (Pleading:) Belle, I can't. I'm afraid." Belle: "Let me tell you a story, then. Once upon a time, there was a beast who took a girl prisoner. But he fell in love with her. And then he let her go. And that is when the girl realized that she loved him, too. (Rumplestiltskin cries as Belle continues:) He thought he would never see her again. But in the end she came back to him. More than a few times." Rumplestiltskin: "I remember that story." Belle: "See? You let me go once before, and we found our way back to each other. You're a good man, Rumple. Your heart is pure. You will find your way back to me again. I promise." (Belle then closes her eyes and peacefully passes away.) Rumplestiltskin: (Sniffles:) "Belle. Belle. (Crying:) No. Don't leave me. Please don't leave me. Oh, Belle. Oh, please don't." Storybrooke General Hospital. Present. (Rumplestiltskin suddenly awakens, causing Belle to jump as she sits at his bedside.) Belle: "Rumple, you're awake!" Rumplestiltskin: "Belle, you're alive." Belle: (Laughs:) "Yes, and so are you. (Leaning up to kiss his forehead. Smiling down at him for a moment, she comes back to herself, slapping his arm:) What were you thinking?" Rumplestiltskin: (When Belle holds something up:) "What's that?" Belle: "This is a lucky bullet for a lucky bastard. You should be dead by all accounts." (Relieved that it was all just a dream, Rumplestiltskin slowly remembers the previous events.) Rumplestiltskin: "Where's Alice?" Belle: "I.. er, she was here earlier but she left awhile ago. As soon as I heard you were going to be fine, I told Alice not to blame herself. That it was your own damn fault you had a gun in the first place." Rumplestiltskin: (Smiles, despite the situation:) "I know, I know. I'm just so glad you're here with me." Belle: (Takes his hand and sits back down at his bedside:) "Hm, well if you ever scare me like that again, I'll kill you myself." Rumplestiltskin: (Squeezing her hand:) "Yes, dear."

Storybrooke. Swan-Mills House. (Emma stands with her arms folded leaning against the doorway while Regina is seated at the dining room table trying to get her to open up.) Emma: "There's nothing to talk about. I'm fine, really." Regina: "No, you're not." Emma: "Regina-" Regina: "Clearly something is bothering you and has been since before we entered that last dreamscape together. Why else would you take us back to one of the darkest points in our lives?" Emma: "I already told you I wanted to lose control for a little while. You don't usually find me wanting to be submissive to you a problem." Regina: "No, but this wasn't that. You specifically took us back to a point in time where you could've been controlled completely by that dagger. There has to be a reason." Emma: (Throwing up her arms:) "It's not like it would've really controlled me. It was a dream." Regina: "Stop deflecting, Emma. Something is wrong and we need to talk about it." Emma: "Nothing is wrong. (Her resolve crumbles as Regina stares at her earnestly:) O-other than the fact that the man once fated to be my wife's soulmate just reappeared out nowhere. Or the fact that he just tried to murder you and our child." Regina: "Emma..." Emma: "I mean, then there's this stranger in town, who could potentially destroy all our lives by bringing more people here. (Scoffs:) 'Cause, you know it's only a matter of time before someone slips and uses magic in front of him and then we all get rounded up and put in some secret research lab and studied and probed like aliens. And that's not even mentioning what they could possibly do to our baby-" Regina: "Stop it! (Getting to her feet, she slowly approaches Emma, treating her like some sort of skittish horse:) Now you know there is nothing in this world or the next that would stop us from protecting our baby. When we put our minds to it, there isn't anything we can't do together." Emma: (Takes a shuddering breath:) "But what if we aren't together? (Shaking her head:) It all comes back to this feeling that I have never been able to shake. No matter how happy, secure and at peace I may feel, there is always that nagging little thought in the back of my mind. That someday it could all be taken away, could all crumble into dust." Regina: "That isn't going to happen." Emma: "You don't know that. Nobody knows what the future holds in store." Regina: (Taking Emma's hands in her own:) "I realise that what happened with Robin Hood got a little out of hand. (Emma scoffs:) But at no point was there a time where I felt I couldn't handle it. I mean, after all, it was only Robin Hood." Emma: (Smirks, shaking her head:) "I guess there's just been a lot to process, these last few days." Regina: (Nods:) "Things have been quiet here for awhile now. Maybe we're a little out of practice." Emma: (Softly:) "Yeah." Regina: "No more shutting me out, okay? (Placing Emma's hands on her pregnant belly:) I can't do this without you." Emma: (Smiles:) "We both know that's not true." Regina: (Reaching up to wipe a tear from Emma's cheek:) "Hey, I'm serious. Now that the dreamscapes are off the table, things may get a little harder again." Emma: (Shaking her head:) "We'll get through it together. But as far as not being able to have fun like we did in the dreamscape? I may have a few ideas we can still try." Regina: (Intrigued:) "Is that so?" Emma: (Smiles:) "Oh yeah, you ain't seen nothing yet."

Storybrooke. Docks. (David stands turning the coin in his hand with the ghost of his father stood beside him. With tears in his eyes, David tosses the coin into the water. When it sinks below the surface, Robert's ghost turns to smoke and disappears.) Snow White: (Walking towards him:) "David! I've been looking everywhere for you. (When David turns to face her:) You okay?" David: "I think so. I owe you an apology. Ever since I found that coin, I haven't exactly acted in the most noblest of ways. I yelled at Lily and I asked Hook to do things he wasn't comfortable with. In short, I've been a royal pain." Snow White: "You were hurting and you desperately wanted answers. It's totally understandable. Although yes, you do owe a lot of people an apology.” David: (Smiles:) "I'm sorry, Snow." Snow White: "Perfect start. Apology accepted. (Hooking her arm in his and leading him away from the rail:) Now, speaking of wanting answers, I think we should try one of these dreamscapes ourselves." David: "Oh, you do?" Snow White: "Mmhmm. David, our grandson is spending most of his time in his own little dream world. What with the whole Robin Hood situation today, I think it’s important that I see first hand what these dreamscapes are really like." David: "As a concerned Grandmother, you mean." Snow White: "Well of course. And, as Mayor of Storybrooke, I think it's my duty to..." (Snow's words are lost as they walk further along the docks, back towards town.) Granny's Diner. Exterior. (Exiting the diner, Hook is about to turn down onto Main Street when August rides up to him on his motorcycle.) August: "Hey, there. Glad I found you." Hook: "Are you? (As August reaches into his jacket:) What are those?" August: (Pulling out the pages:) "I found the part of my story I took out of the book. There's nothing in here I didn't already tell you, but I figured David might like to have it for himself." Hook: (Taking the pages:) "Great. I'll pass them along." (August restarts his motorcycle and drives away. Continuing to walk but curious to see the pages himself, Hook stops short when he sees the illustration of Robert staring back at him.) Storybrooke General Hospital. Rumplestiltskin's Room. (It is after visiting hours and Rumplestiltskin sits alone in his room when Greg Mendell enters.) Rumplestiltskin: "Ah, Mr. Mendell you found your way back to the hospital. (Dryly:) And we were so worried." Greg Mendell: "Well, I thought it best to come back and check to see if any of my injuries had been exacerbated by my kidnapping." Rumplestiltskin: "And?" Greg Mendell: "Yeah, no, I'm okay. In fact they said I'm good to go. But, um. (Takes a seat at the end of Rumple's bed:) You know, I think I'm gonna stay here for a little while." Rumplestiltskin: "And why would you want to do something like that?" Greg Mendell: "Why? (Laughs:) Because I have something to do here before I can leave. And, er... (Stands, suddenly serious:) If you want your dreams to remain 'dreams', you'll stay out of my way, Dearie." (Rumplestiltskin's eyes widen at this, before Greg slowly turns and leaves the room.)

#sq #swan queen #swanqueen

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nctsukashii-archive-blog · 6 years ago

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Unpopular character you love? (not hoshi)

The saltiest cracker you know is me, Bepsi!23. Unpopular character you love?

Ah SHOOT. YOU TOOK MY EASY ANSWER. JERK ! Meanie !!! U big pizza slice !

aababbaa but! I do have one I really wanna talk about!Under the cut you see, for I ramble a lot.

- Hifumi !

I love him man.There’s so much about his character that’s so relatable and lovable to me. I think that’s why DR1′s amazing theme of “don’t judge a book by it’s cover” really comes on in with him. On the outside he looks like as one would expect of a gross anime fan. Fat, not attractive, pretty gonk-y, speaks all fuckin over the top like an anime, so on and so forth. But it’s when you learn about him that really makes him super fucking amazing.His past is like, something that I can relate to myself in a bit. As someone that ‘became a bully to stop the bullying’ and stopped when he could like… find enjoyment and fun in an anime character and put all of his effort into that instead. He’s drawing because he shows appreciation for her, and that’s super sweet. And quick tangent before I continue, but “he only makes hentai” is a bad argument. Like, he does and I ain’t gunna vouch that he doesn’t but lots of people do. What’s wrong with it? Like, is it a crime to make that stuff??? Clearly not if Doujin creators are a big deal in Japan, able to have hour long lines at their stands at conventions, with people willing to purchase their merch with devoted fans. Like, ppl are so quick to demonize sexuality it’s CRAZY.

Anyways, back on topic. He’s got a great personality. He’s like, a bit of a stuck up jackass when ya first see him, but it’s the later interactions that just really sell it for me. He’s got some of the FUNNIEST lines in my opinion, between saying that his punches towards Ishida will go faster b/c he has no arm hair so there’ll be less wind resistance, or his numerous anime and videogame quips (”rebooting my devices; please stand by”, “You haven’t reached that point in our friendship! You don’t have enough friendship points to be asking those questions!”, “If he tries that (in context it’s mondo going to attack monokuma) Oowada Mondo-dono’s health will go to zero!”, “the whole anime plotline for the first episode outside the trash room”, for a few) are all just absolutely stellar to me. He’s unabashedly awkward because he’s just so confident in himself and what he loves, and it makes me happy to see him so enthusiastic!

Speakin of that, let’s go more into it!!He’s so passionate about himself, and just has a gay ol time doing everything. It’s absolutely amazing honestly. His speaking is just so energetic! He’s so happy to do what he does as an artist and I absolutely love it! It’s almost inspirational, that he can be so unabashedly confident and happy about his skill, and it shows just how much love he puts into his art. And real talk here, but Hifumi isn’t even that much of an asshole. Like, people make him out to be some kinda monster, when that’s absolutely not the case. “he killed Ishimaru though!” yeah, because Celes lied and said that Ishimaru sexually assaulted her, took what would be at that point Hifumi’s close friend, and said Ishimaru planned to kill him and probably everyone else. Like, murder is still wrong, but he didn’t do it because “oh celes asked me to”. He did it for his sense of justice- in that he hated to see someone like Celes be hurt. : / don’t diss my dude for tryin to protect a friend yo. His spats with people are less mean spirited and just more fun and lightheared dickery. Like, when you crack shit with your friends. He picks fights, but it’s never out of malicious intent. It’s like having a good time or trying to lighten the atmosphere, albeit in his own goofy anime way.Even in Chapter 2, the spat he has with Fukawa in the library over literature and doujin isn’t as aggressive as it prolly should be. He takes most insults with stride (unless they insult the 2-D works of course!!) and it feels a lot more like a cliche anime rivalry (esp. when he says shit like “you are my ARCH NEMESIS, I can’t make you tea!” when Fukawa asks why he only made some for Celes). At least, that’s what Yamada thinks.

He’s confident, which a lot of people always like to assume makes someone a dick or feature it as a negative trait rather than a positive one, when it can go both ways. Hifumi being able to have such high standards that he openly admits to not reading other people’s works because he can just write a story he wants to see himself can be considered narcissistic, but having the confidence to sell his works starting from high school (prolly when they were more pg and ‘fade to black’) and get over 10,000 copies sold is something to be proud of and I’m glad that he is! It’s a stigma that artists have to hate themselves, or suffer for their work, but I disagree. When an artist is healthiest and happiest in their mind, that’s when they make the best work. Vincent Van Gogh made the Starry Night when he was in a hospital getting better for his depression and mental relapses after all. Hifumi’s not fit, and he definitely has some areas where people would consider him unhealthy such as his eating habits and whatnot, but he also focuses on being happy and being himself as a first priority. He eats because he enjoys it, and remembers to have all his meals. He does what he likes without actively hurting others, because he just enjoys doing it, and he loves to promote his favorite anime character. He’s a dorky geek that says shit like “swag” and fuckin says “i forget not everyone is as savvy as I am” which is just so fucking amazing to me it’s both hilarious and fun.

Also haha, the fact that he’s making Doujin from a character who’s overweight is kinda nice to me, because she’s not a “conventionally attractive” anime girl with big titties and a small stomach; she’s chubby and different, and I think that’s nice to show what Hifumi’s interests are as well as what anime really means to him. It’s not just about getting his rocks off, it’s about the fun and enjoyment and the feelings that anime can give you and what your mind can do. It’s why he had a dream about going on a date with a magical girl, the kinds of characters who inspire friendship and happiness, for fucks sake. When he was lonely and had no friends and became a bully to counteract the way people treated him, he found something that would be there for him, and he wanted to support it ever since. Which is a powerful and very overall positive message to give people.

But he has great messages too. Messages about being able to be yourself and have fun, no matter how “dorky” or “lame” your interest might be to others. He encourages people to have fun in their own ways, even if he wants to promote Princess Piggles, with lines such as “what might be boring to me might be another persons moespiration! With that in mind, look for your own!” and “In a sense, a geek is like an expert. That’s right, a total expert! A successful musician must necessarily be a music geek, a good movie director is a movie geek. You see? It’s those experts, those geeks who open up the world to others!”. It’s positive and nice, and it forms who he is as a person.

No one’s perfect, and neither is he, but he’s pretty damn good. And I’ll defend him with every fiber of my being for just how real he feels.

I personally believe it’s because this fandom has a definite bias against male characters that aren’t distinctly attractive, as you can see Hoshi gets ignored quite a lot compared to all of the other males (even being the ONLY male left out of the halloween drawing!! Let alone he gets left out of most fan merch.) and he’s honestly one of the most down to earth and downright cool dudes in DR. I don’t want to change either of them, because I think their looks only make it better for their backstories and who they are as characters! So even if Hifumi gets like no fanart, and Hoshi struggles with getting new content, I’d rather have them the same way they are now, rather than make them attractive. Because I think that the way they are, only makes them better.

And that’s my short version essay on why I think Hifumi’s super rad and more people should give him a chance. Of course he’s a very hit or miss kinda person with his comedy, but if Tsumugi’s obscure anime references were fun for you, then Hifumi’s really good too! ^p^b

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here’s chapter one of this Losers WDW employee AU! let me know what you think <3

Rating: M, eventually. G right now, except for cursing.

Pairings: Reddie, Stan/Bill/Mike, Benverly WC: 4,465

Summary:

It's one thing to vacation at the Happiest Place on Earth with all your friends.

Working there with them is another thing entirely.

(or: the Disney World Employee/Cast Member AU written by a former Disney World Cast Member that some people asked for but most did not)

Other: Scroll down for explanation of starred phrases. There’s lots of Disney lingo in here.

Also, chapters will alternate perspectives like I Burn I Pine I Perish (Mike’s up next!)

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Tag List: @roobarrtrashmouth @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @tozier-club @aizeninlefox @stanheartsbill

BILL DENBROUGH - GUEST RELATIONS, MAGIC KINGDOM THURSDAY, OCTOBER 8TH 7:48 A.M.

There was absolutely no fucking reason for the Magic Kingdom to ever open earlier than 9 a.m.. That was indisputable truth among MK workers; the tunnels were too nasty for any human to have to wander through between the hours of 1 a.m. and 8 a.m. (Third shift cast members were brave and foolish souls.)

Bill Denbrough really couldn’t be blamed, then, for rolling in with just a few minutes to spare on an early-open Monday (well, actually a Thursday, but his Monday. He’d applied to have a regular weekend, but didn’t get it because he hadn’t been working for the company for a million years, so his days off were Tuesday and Wednesday, and it was a huge bummer). As soon as he got off the West Clock bus*, he made a beeline for the mouth of the tunnels to clock in on the computer next to the Mouseketeeria (the cafeteria for cast members - “The Mouse” for short). He wasn’t the only one, either - everyone was walking fast, trying to make sure they were in on time lest they get a point on their records**. That was what MK got, Bill reasoned, for opening a whole hour before what was strictly necessary.

Once he was clocked in (with two minutes to spare, no less), Bill slowed down, taking a more leisurely pace as he made his way through the tunnels towards Town Hall. The rest of his Guest Relations cast members would be pissed with him, but he didn’t care. They’d left him out to dry with angry guests more times than he could count.

Almost immediately, he was just about bowled over by somebody plowing their way towards the Mouse. He glared over, hoping that it was a bitchy entertainment cast member he could tell off, but to his dismay and concern, it was his acquaintance Eddie, a Character Attendant who he spoke to quite often on tours. He seemed to be on the run from someone...and given that he worked pretty exclusively with Princesses, that was probably true.

“Eddie?” Bill asked, and Eddie stopped in his tracks. “Are you all right?”

Eddie turned around, shaken up by the fact that he’d been recognized (there were SO many cast members that worked at the Magic Kingdom), and blinked woozily back at Bill. “Oh. Yeah. Hi, Bill. You taking people my way today?”

“I dunno if I have a tour,” Bill said, “but I will if I do. Which way is your way?”

“Fantasyland,” Eddie replied, “Princess Fairytale Hall. Not Adventureland anymore, thank God.”

“What’s so bad about Adventureland?” Before he’d taken the Guest Relations gig, Bill had been an attractions cast member in Adventureland and Liberty Square. Granted, his allegiance was much more to the Liberty side, as he’d been a butler at the Haunted Mansion (and a damn great one, too, even if he did still have his stutter then), but Adventureland was still a big source of pride for him.

“Hecklers,” Eddie said cryptically, “and everyone in Adventureland always asks if I’m friends********** with Pan, because he used to meet there. I hate that. Anyways, it’ll be a pretty slow day at PFT, so if you’re doing tours, put any kids in Tiana’s line. It’ll be short, and she’s a sweetheart.”

“Roger roger,” Bill said, saluting him. “You’re a good man, Eddie….shit, I have no idea what your last name is. I’ve only ever read your name off of your nametag.”

“Kaspbrak,” Eddie offered, smiling thinly. “Not that you’ll remember.”

“Probably not,” Bill admitted. “I’ll see you later, though.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Eddie promised, disappearing through the doors of the Mouse.

Running into Eddie had made Bill even later than he was originally planning to be. His coworkers were going to be livid. Hopefully there wasn’t a tour waiting on him.

Sure enough, when he walked into Town Hall, his coordinator flew at him. “What is the matter with you?? You have a tour waiting!”

“Cool,” Bill rolled his eyes and smoothed out his vest. “What’s the situation?”

“A couple of C-list VIPs. Kids from a recent horror film, I think. Seven of them.”

“Girls?” Bill asked, quietly hoping for an affirmative answer.

“Just one,” his coordinator said, glancing over. “Six boys.”

“Fuck.” Bill sighed and slid on his sunglasses. “No Tiana this time, I guess. I’ll start ‘em with Richie instead.”

“I dunno if Richie still works mornings,” said the coordinator, frowning, “he likes that late night CP shift*** garbage. But if he’s here, he’ll probably tip the boat and drown ‘em, so...godspeed, I guess.”

Bill stepped out neatly from behind the customer service booth. He spotted his group right away. They were all about 13 years old, and extremely loud.

“Hey there, kiddos!” he called. “Ready to make some magic?”

The children cheered, and Bill swept them out and towards Adventureland.

----

Miraculously, they made it to the Jungle Cruise in about ten minutes. The group only got distracted by the swords in the Agrabah Bazaar once (and incredibly, it was the girl that was most excited about them), and were less interested in the spitting camels at the Aladdin ride than Bill thought they would be.

He approached the cast member at the head of the Jungle Fastpass line while the kids took a picture with the ride sign for Instagram. “I’ve got a group of fourteen - seven kids and seven moms - and we want to ride Richie’s bote****.”

The cast member rolled his eyes. “Of course, Richie’s bote. It’s a miracle you caught him - usually he doesn’t get scheduled until noon or later, but he’s here today, whining about having to spiel at 'the asscrack of dawn' or whatever. He's basically a bat: blind and nocturnal.”

“Grumpy Richie is good luck for us,” Bill said, smiling. “I was kind of hoping he’d leave the kids in the Cambodian ruins show scene.”

“He just might.” The cast member waved Bill along, and Bill called back to the boys. They snaked their way through the line until they got to the dock, where another cast member in khaki held them back.

“You want Richie, right?” she said, adjusting her wide-brimmed hat. “Good timing. He’ll be rolling in in a sec.”

“Who is Richie?” one of the boys asked, looking at Bill curiously.

Bill shook his head and smiled. The kid really had no idea.

“Aaaaaaaand we’re back,” called a loud voice, saving Bill from actually answering the boy’s question. Bill turned to see Richie steering a boat to the unload dock. His glasses were steamed up from the Florida humidity, and his hat was hanging around his neck by a cord because his hair was too unruly for the hat to stay on his head. In short, he was a SIGHT. The kids gawked at him as he pulled up to the pier and stopped the boat, yammering all the while:

“I hope you’ve had as much fun as I have over these past four weeks...which is to say, none at all, I hope you had no fun, you’ve been terrible. Parting is such sweet sorrow, yadda yadda yadda, get out of my bote. Watch your head. Just kidding, you can’t actually watch your own head. Watch somebody else’s head, I guess.”

Richie’s rambling was sweet music to Bill’s ears. The two of them had been friends since they’d done Ad-Lib orientation together some two years prior. They’d been separated to different attractions - Richie to Pirates of the Caribbean, initially, and Bill to Mansion - but they still managed to make time for each other every now and again, and Bill loved to take his tours down to the Jungle Cruise so he could spend time with his friend.

Bill was justified in bringing his tours down Richie’s way, though. Richie was by far the funniest Skipper in the Jungle. Everyone had been kind of surprised when he’d been sent to Pirates right off the bat - the boy was basically put on Earth to narrate shitty Disney journeys through plastic wilderness, so as soon as he could put in to cross-train*****, he had jumped to Jungle and not looked back.

“Hey Rich,” Bill called, “heard you were giving out free two-week vacations. Got room for fifteen more?”

Richie’s face lit up when he spotted Bill on the dock. “Big Bill, on MY bote? Dreams really do come true! Magic is real, folks, you heard it here first and not from anyone else on this wack vacation property--”

“Beep beep, Richie,” Bill said mildly, unable to hide his giant smile as he moved to hug his friend.

“I can’t believe ‘beep beep’ has lasted the test of time,” Richie grumbled. “I hate the Tomorrowland Speedway.” He turned to the kids. “Okay, single file, sit all the way around, both sides of the crates please or we’ll flip and the gators will eat you. Don’t climb over the crates, you’ll fall and I’ll laugh and then probably get fired. All aboard!”

The kids clambered eagerly on to Richie’s bote, chattering excitedly to themselves. Their mothers followed them with great hesitation and an obvious sense of dread. Bill got in last, and secured a seat next to Richie.

“We all here? Great! If not, oh well.” Richie got the ‘all clear’ from a fellow cast member, and put the boat into gear. “Welcome to the Richie Tozier express, I think you’ll find it river-ting. I know you’re all thrilled to spend the next two weeks with me as your tour guide, but please, hold your applause until we’re past this tribe of hand-eating cannibals….”

Richie’s bote was always an exciting experience, and Bill found himself laughing more than the kids at certain spots. He knew that he shouldn’t be encouraging some of the jokes - Richie was supposed to stick to a script, and he’d almost gotten fired a few times because he couldn’t rein in his giant mouth - but he couldn’t help it. Richie was a comedian, through and through.

After the tour was over, the kids all insisted on getting a picture with Richie, so he graciously climbed out of the boat with them and handed things over to another khaki-clad cast member. (It was his turn to rotate******, anyway.) They took photos on everyone’s iPhone, and then the kids scrambled away to edit and compare, so Bill had a few minutes alone with Richie.

“How goes it, Big Bill?” Richie asked, wiping sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. “Plaid looks good on you, as always.”

“Butler uniform looked better,” Bill said wistfully, tugging at his vest. “I miss Mansion, except for the heavy coat.”

“Anything’s better than khaki shorts,” Richie said sagely. “I’d kill to cross-train at Mansion. They won’t let me, though. They know I’d just sit around and scare kids all day.”

Bill shrugged. “I mean, I used to just let people fall down on the moving belt. I can’t imagine you’d be any worse.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty fucking awful, Billiam.” Richie shoved his hands in his shorts pockets. “Anyways. Um. I have a query.”

“Shoot,” said Bill, eyeing the kids. They were just about ready to go.

“Where’s Cute Character Attendant today?” Richie’s ears had gone scarlet, and not from the sun.

Bill shot him a withering look. “I don’t know every single person that works in MK, Rich.”

“You know this guy. I’ve seen you talking to him.” There was desperation in Richie’s eyes, which was new and disconcerting. “Small, pretty smile, shrill voice. I made an Aladdin joke about the loaf of bread in my pants and he told me that if he had a genie, he would wish me away.”

Bill squinted incredulously. “Eddie?!”

A huge, goofy smile slid across Richie’s face. “Eddie…”

Realization hit Bill like a freight train, and he let out a barking laugh. “You’re the heckler! Eddie said he had a heckler, and it's you!”

“Where is he?” Richie begged. “Bill, please.”

“Goodbye, Richie,” Bill sang, re-joining his group. Behind him, he could all but hear Richie attempting to keep from cursing.

It seemed that he was going to have to pay Eddie a visit after all.

----

As it turned out, the kids were pretty hyped about Tiana even with the fact that she was a girl. Bill was pretty impressed by that - they were a mature bunch of twelve year olds, which was rare and lovely.

Eddie was standing in front of the door to her station in Princess Fairytale Hall with his arms crossed. He looked almost elf-like in the Fantasyland attendant costume, and Bill couldn’t help but wonder at Richie’s taste. Eddie was a good person and quite attractive in his civilian clothes, but he looked ridiculous in his Attendant get-up, and Bill was pretty sure Richie had never seen Eddie in civvies. It made Bill wonder if Richie lusted after the Peter Pans in Entertainment, too.

“How many?” Eddie asked as they drew nearer.

Bill smiled meekly. “Don’t kill me.”

Eddie’s shoulders slumped. “Over ten?”

“Fourteen,” Bill said apologetically. “Plus me.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew Richie?” Bill asked, low enough that the kids and moms in his group couldn’t hear him.

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat, and his face immediately went pink. “You’re talking about Jungle Cruise guy, aren’t you.”

“Yeah. We’re old friends.” Bill looked at Eddie seriously. “Is he yanking your chain?”

“He’s so embarrassing,” Eddie complained. “Every time I’m with Aladdin and Jasmine, he stares at me from across Adventureland and shouts dumb jungle pick-up lines. And that’s not even the worst part.”

Bill blinked back at him. “What’s the worst part?”

“The worst part is that I’m into it,” Eddie hissed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what to do. It’s ridiculous. I have to go check on Tiana.” He disappeared into the next room, and then reappeared. “Yeah, she’s good. She’ll see you now.”

“Do you want me to talk to Richie?” Bill asked, gesturing the rest of his group forward.

“If you do, I’ll kill you,” Eddie threatened, pushing Bill through the door. “Goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” Bill repeated, wondering what he could do to help his two idiot friends.

----

The tour pretty quickly went back to occupying the majority of Bill’s thoughts, and so he was able to bring the kids and moms through Fantasyland pretty efficiently. The kids were obviously losing steam heading into Tomorrowland, so he talked to the moms and decided that Space Mountain and Buzz Lightyear would be their two final stops of the day. Monsters Inc would have to wait for another time.

Bill wasn’t a huge roller-coaster guy, and Space Mountain was particularly iffy for him, especially after he’d gotten the opportunity to ride it with the lights on, so he elected to stay outside with some of the moms while the kids and the braver mothers went through the line. One of the mothers was clearly relieved to have gotten him alone, and immediately started flirting with him, which he hated. It happened all the time, and while it was definitely worse when wives flirted with him in front of their husbands, it sucked pretty much across the board. He had no real defense mechanisms: he couldn’t be rude to the guest, or he’d get fired, and he couldn’t tell them he was gay, because then they’d probably tell his supervisor and he’d get fired for sharing too much information. It was a lose-lose situation.

Fortunately, someone else had noticed his plight. A blonde, bearded man in a dress shirt and, bewilderingly, a Disney name tag, came walking towards him from the direction of Astro Orbiter. “Hey, um.” The man read Bill’s nametag, and then straightened up. “Bill. Can we chat for a sec?”

“Sure,” Bill said, pointing to him and mouthing ‘supervisor’ to the moms as he was led away.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Bill shoved his hands in his pockets. “Am I in trouble?”

“What?” The man seemed confused. “No, I was just trying to help you out. That mom was really laying it on thick.”

“Oh.” Bill couldn’t find the words to express his gratitude, so he settled for patting the man on the arms. “Thanks, man, I really appreciate it. I thought you were the manager for one of the attractions around here, that’s why I asked…”

The other man laughed. “Oh, no. Well, actually, kind of. In a sense, I manage these rides.”

Bill knitted his eyebrows. “I don’t follow.”

“My name’s Ben Hanscom,” the man introduced himself. “I’m an Imagineer.”

“Oh!” Bill beamed, delighted. “That’s the raddest job on property, I think. What brings you to MK? New developments in Tomorrowland?”

“Just observing,” Ben said, smiling. “I have a lot of Star Wars stuff on my plate, so I wanted to see how guests were reacting to the space-y theming we already have.”

“Smart,” Bill nodded. “What Star Wars stuff?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” Ben dropped his voice to a low whisper. Bill almost believed him for a hot second, but Ben ruined the joke by bursting out laughing.

“Dude. That wasn’t even that funny.”

“I know,” Ben wheezed. “I just can’t contain myself.”

“The rest of my group is coming back,” Bill said, pointing at the exit, where the kids were skipping out towards their mothers, “so as much as I’d like to listen to your crazy, I’ve gotta fly. See you around?”

“Definitely,” Ben said, smiling a huge, genuine smile. “Anytime you need to be rescued from crazy moms, you let me know.”

“I sure will,” Bill joked, walking back towards the kids.

“Hey,” Ben called after him, a little hesitantly.

Bill turned around. “Yes?”

“Could you, uh, say hello to the redheaded costumer next time you’re picking up costumes?” Ben asked sheepishly. “Tell her that Tomorrowland Pants Guy says hi.”

Bill had a feeling he knew exactly the person Ben was talking about, but there was no way Ben would know her name, so he decided to skip that particular discussion and just say “Okay”.

It was shaping up to be a weird day for relationships, all in all.

----

The costumer in question happened to be none other than Bill’s best friend and roommate, Beverly.

Bill met Bev just a little while after he’d started working at Disney. She’d worked more on entertainment costumes then, and they’d bonded over their love of the Haunted Mansion attire. They’d dated in those first, more immediate weeks, but quickly realized that their relationship worked better on a platonic level (especially considering that Bill wasn’t super into women in the first place)...which, ultimately, led them all the way up to becoming roommates.

She still worked in costuming, but now, she was in charge of frontline cast******* costumes in the Magic Kingdom. She ran clothing maintenance and tracked down all checked-out costume pieces, and also had the well-deserved reputation of being the nicest girl in all of costuming. After Bill sent the kids off to their hotel, clocked out, and hopped the West Clock bus back to the station, he stopped in to see her, knowing that her shift would be finished soon.

“Please, please, please come to the Boardwalk with me for a while!” Bill found Bev almost immediately upon entering the Costuming building, and wasted no time in launching into a whiny beg.

Bev huffed. “Is this about that guy you saw feeding the birds there literally one time? With the pretty curls and the sneer?”

“Obviously.” Bill unbuttoned his vest, took it off, and stuffed it in his bag. “I’ve gotta find him.”

This was true. Bill had spent his last couple of weeks in pursuit of a man he’d seen on Disney’s Boardwalk some time ago. The man had been angelically beautiful, and despite seeming a little on the stiff side, had been sweet and wonderful to watch when he’d pulled out birdseed and started tossing it to the ibises. Bill had been entranced, and now he was obsessed with finding him again.

“He’s probably not even from around here,” Bev pointed out, disgustedly watching Bill strip to just his undershirt and a pair of running shorts.

“He is. I know he is.” Bill zipped up his backpack full of wrinkled clothing. “And there’s another guy I have my eye on, too, if we can swing into Epcot and stop by some KidCot******** stations.”

“KidCot?” Bev raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t ask,” Bill said, sliding his bag back on to his shoulders. He’d seen Boardwalk guy about two weeks ago, looking at birds on the lake, and KidCot guy about four days ago, charming kids and mothers alike in Epcot’s Mexico pavilion. They were the two most evocative men Bill had ever seen in his life, and he was determined to track them down.

“Eh, I don’t have other plans.” Bev shrugged. “I guess I’ll come.”

“Fuck yeah,” Bill grinned. “My wingwoman.”

“Never say that again,” Bev said threateningly, and disappeared into the back to clock out.

----

They drove over to the Boardwalk and parked in cast parking, despite the fact that they weren’t Boardwalk cast. Neither of them wanted to pay to park in a guest lot (it was stupid that that was even a thing, now), and Bev figured they’d get away with it, so they decided to make it work.

Curly-haired boy was not on the Yacht and Beach********* side of things, and Bill couldn’t see him across the way. That was discouraging, but he didn’t want to make Bev feel they’d come for nothing, so Bill suggested that they walk the loop for a minute.

“Oh, by the way,” he remembered somewhere over by the Abracadabar, “some guy told me to say hey to you. Something about Tomorrowland pants.”

Bev frowned. “I’m not friends with any Tomorrowland cast.”

“He wasn’t Tomorrowland cast,” Bill clarified, “he was an imagineer. Something about Star Wars….but then, I mean, I guess they’re all kinda doing Star Wars at this point.”

Bev thought for a moment, and then her eyes widened. “Oh, shoot, what was his name. He was so sweet. Uh. Bert? Starts with a ‘B’.”

“Ben,” Bill remembered, smiling at the memory of the bearded guy who laughed at himself. “Imagineer Ben.”

“Ben!” Bev’s face was alight with excitement. “SO cute. He came in to see what the Tomorrowland folks were wearing, and then he stuck around and talked to me about sewing and Disney’s Hercules. What a cool cat.”

“He’s got a little crush on you, I think,” Bill teased.

“I’ve got a little crush back,” Bev responded without missing a beat. “Shit, I’ll ask him out myself if I ever see him again. He was so much fun.”

“That’s a pretty big ‘if’,” Bill reminded her gently.

“Yeah.” Bev kicked at a rock as they passed ESPNZone. “For you, too, though. I notice we haven’t found your bird boy yet.”

Bill sighed, gazing sadly across the little man-made lake. The sun was setting on the far end, and it would have been almost perfectly picturesque if the giant statues from the Swan and Dolphin resorts hadn’t been silhouetted against the sky. “I just can’t shake the feeling that he’s still here somewhere, Bev. Like, the universe keeps bringing me back here to find him, and one of these days, he’s going to be sitting on the steps outside the Yacht Club with a little plastic bag of birdseed again.”

Bev gave him a pitying look. “Maybe, honey. Maybe. We’re by the side entrance to Epcot; do you wanna try and find Kidcot guy instead?”

Bill did also really want to try and find Kidcot guy, but he couldn’t give up on curly-haired bird boy so easily. “One more lap, okay?”

“Okay, sweetheart.” Bev was, as always, inhumanly patient, and took his hand as they started on their second loop.

There were more people out on the Boardwalk now than there were when Bev and Bill had first arrived. It appeared to be prime time for people to be leaving the parks and coming back to their hotels to swim or change for dinner.

“They seem nice,” Bev giggled, gesturing to a set of parents that were obviously minutes away from snapping and screaming at their children.

Bill groaned. “Bev, thank your lucky stars that you don’t have to deal with guests, ever.”

“I do,” she replied easily, “every day.”

A loud, officious voice cut through the crowd as they passed the Yacht and Beach pool and approached the entrance to the Yacht Club. Bill felt his face contort into a scowl as he looked for the perpetrator.

“Too loud, asshole, too loud,” he muttered, feeling like a crotchety Mansion cast member again.

“It’s not my fault I couldn’t change my shift, dickhead,” the voice snapped. “I’m sorry you had to work in the morning, but honestly--no, your normal shift is batshit crazy, who the fuck goes in to work at 2pm? And I don’t care that you didn’t get to see….whoever this kid is. Mine didn’t come today either. Bad day all around. ...what? Oh, go fuck yourself.”

As abruptly as it had began, the voice stopped. Bill assumed that he’d hung up on whoever he was talking to. Curious, he looked around, trying to find someone who both looked angry and was shoving their phone back in their pocket.

In the whole post-pool area, there was only one person who matched both of those descriptors.

He also happened to have amber, springy hair.

Bill stopped short.

“Are you okay?” Bev asked, having almost walked into him. “Is something…?” She followed Bill’s line of vision, and then gasped. “Oh my God. That’s him, isn’t it? Something’s telling me that that’s him.”

Bill nodded weakly, and before he knew it, Bev was dragging him towards the beautiful stranger.

“What the fuck, Bev?” Bill yanked back on his hand, but she was holding firm. “I’m not ready to talk to him! Let me g---”

The curly-haired boy looked up. He was a lot prettier up close - almost statuesque - and holding a bag full of clothes, this time, instead of a Ziploc full of birdseed.

He also, jarringly, did not look surprised to see Bill.

“Oh,” he said, looking Bill up and down. “It’s you.”

In later re-tellings of the story, Bill blamed his lack of sleep and his dizzying tour group for what happened next, but the truth of it was that the sheer shock of it all was far too much.

He passed out, right onto the Yacht Club steps.

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NOTES

irl Richie would have been fired from Jungle by now but we can sit here and pretend

*West Clock Bus - to preserve the integrity/secrecy of the tunnels, there is a bus that takes Cast Members from Magic Kingdom cast parking to the mouth of the tunnels. It is impossible to drive and stumble upon the tunnels.

**Getting a point - you clock in on a computer, so it knows you're late. lateness & other offenses of the like earn you points on your employee permanent record. 3 points earn you a talking to from a supervisor, more than that is Bad News

***CP Shift - CP = college program. College kids do internships at WDW that are basically just slave labor (that's how I worked there!) & they give them all the late-night graveyard shifts.

****Bote - that's just what they call boats at the World Famous Jungle Cruise. I genuinely don't know why.

*****Cross-train - as an attractions cast member, you can be trained at any attraction in your "zone" (so: Fantasyland, Adventureland/Liberty Square, in Epcot there's Future World East/West, etc.) but you have to apply to be trained, so...cross-training

******Rotate - every 45 minutes, attractions cast members rotate positions. this is mostly to give CMs some time in the air conditioning

*******Frontline cast - the CMs you interact with when you go into the park. There are lots of others (coordinators, managers, costumers, etc.) that you don't see.

********KidCot - stations for kids around Epcot Center's World Showcase

*********Yacht & Beach Club - two resorts in the Boardwalk area of WDW. you can walk to Epcot and boat to Studios from there.

**********"Friends" with a character - WDW lingo for acting as that character. EX: if I'm hanging out with my friend Elsa in Epcot's Norway pavilion today, then I'm gonna be the Elsa in Norway. Done to maintain the illusion with small children.

thanks for coming to my WDW ted talk, now enjoy some crazy gays

#reddie #bill/mike/stan #mike hanlon/bill denbrough/stanley uris #benverly #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #stanley uris #mike hanlon #losers club #it 2017 #stephen king's it #disney world AU #forgive me father for i have sinned #it has been 3 years since i have exposed details of my former workplace #reddie fanfic

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Tell about your ocs... pls... if you want... but i wanna know... pls...

Anon my dude I will definitely 100000% talk about my ocs but I’m not sure if you meant any in particular so I’ll just mention all/any I can think of at 5 am

I’m suuuper tired and will likely type a bunch of incomprehensible stuff I’ll regret saying later so i’m putting it under a read more

btw this is super long but I won’t shorten it because 6 am now so get ready for hard to follow descriptions of 4 of the stories I’ve thought of within the past two-ish years because I think i either focused more on the plot when I was dedicated to an idea or I just forgot every detail of my characters

I should go to sleep

I’ve made a bunch of ocs in my time but the ones more recently are the ones I care about the most/can remember right now so here we go. Also these all all probably terrible please don’t judge me too harshly I never got far with these

Robin (Robyn?? I had some deal with deciding if i wanted to replace the i with a y for no actual reason but just because) (I don’t think i did though): She’s like, 15-16 ish, bi, I wanted to write her as autistic but never got around to really deciding on that. I drew her for months omg?? Her story went from ( I think these are the same ocs?? Pretty sure) being a side character in this fantasy universe where i really wanted to take classic fantasy races and really think about how to make it more than just simple basic rules? Like really thinking how/why things worked (I’ve had conversations with people (mostly one sided) about how vampire drinking blood would work/why they do it to stay alive) I mean i didn’t get too far but I have dreams okay. ANYWAYS

She was a witch who as a child her parents found a mermaid washed up on shore and she was like super injured for some reason I think she was like, a type of mermaid that was rare so someone tried to catch her or something idk. Also there was some war at some point maybe a past war?? it had some connection to these two but I don’t remember why/how. this was an idea from a while back

But anyways She and that mermaid became best friends and also I think they were the only pairing i had worked out and also were the only ones i ended up caring about so this story was abandoned and i don’t remember anything other than i think it was supposed to be a group of teens solving stuff or something?? I think there was also a shapeshifter who took Mermaid Girls form before the witch girls family found her and i think the deal with shapeshifters was that their first form (that they copy from someone else) becomes their default form (they don’t really have a form before i guess?) and i think she also wanted to kill Mermaid Girl for some reason? probably because of the form thing I can’t remember

Just realized Robin’s a different character and i think i still have old drawings of the mermaid and witch characters?? Mermaid girl was “Brynn Collins”

God this is already so long but I wanted to give background context and i’m too tired to shorten anything

So actual Robin was the same as i described before but different story. She had an older sister with magic powers and as a kid always played pretend witch because of that. Anyways like, one day her sister like, got sucked into a different world or something?? There’s so many gaps in these stories because i gave up on them before they got fleshed out sorry guys these aren’t the ocs you deserve to hear about. (but i still loved them so much so you will anyways)

But anyways she’s all “what where did she go” and also i’m pretty sure her sister was kind of popular? She was super nice and friendly so yeah. But yeah one day this girl shows up, soaking wet, and tells her she knows how to find her sister but to get to her she cant come back to earth (idk if this was established right away or if later they’re like “oh no we are stuck”) The girls name is uhhhh idk i literally left to get my tablet but i didn’t save any pictures with her name but it started with a C. I don’t think this one got too far??

Wait no they find her sister and actually i think it’d been a few years since she had disappeared so she looked older and people probably cried a bit and she was mentoring two kids and all i remember about them was “strawberry shorts boy” so yeah.

The original with the same characters was Robin who was kind of crabby i guess i can’t think of any words but she didn’t want to talk to anyone but was forced to because she had to go be like “hey so my magical sister who is also my only family kind of disappeared and i think she’s in trouble” and btw just warning you now that Robin was inspired by mp100 (design wise and then sister has powers wise) and thus most of the rest was too.

So anyways she had to go to this “agency” that solves/helps with magic related crimes i guess i never got too far into what they were and somewhere along the way they find c girl whos a vampire and they either killed the guy keeping her there or he was already dead and she didn’t know what to do and lived there by herself but either way Robin eventually convinces her to leave and I’m deciding rn that she probably got pretty attached to Robin i typed words but none made sense so they are goodbye now

Heck who else did i have this is already long so it’s all or nothing may as well be longer sorry anon I like talking

Uhh my step mom was playing blood bourne how do i spell that idk but anyways I kinda made an oc lowkey inspired by that but like,,,, not??

We have,,, The Hunter who i don’t think really got a back story i only drew these people for a few weeks

We had the girl who didn’t get a cool nickname but I loved her so much she had fluffy curly hair and a cute smile she didn’t get any backstory either but I still love her

Cynthia got a backstory but I’m almost too embarrassed to drop it here because both during and after thinking it up I was aware of it probably being really,,, weird?? I guess?? But i’m too tired to regret my mistakes yet sooo.

Cynthia was like, kidnapped by this guy who was in love with her mom (I don’t think she even knew him he just was like “ily” and she was like “who the actual hell are you” so he stole her kid i guess and idk but maybe killed her i don’t remember but it came to mind so I’m not sure if that happens or if my mind just decided to insert more death.

To make it creepier he like, physically modified Cynthia so she’d be the spiting image of her mother. I think she was a little different looking so she’d look like what he imagines she would look like if her mom had Cynthia with him instead of some other dude. (All while raising her as his own with stories of how he and her mother were so in love but then she died when she was young)

I think he left or something and Cynthia joins Hunter and my Precious Child on whatever they’re doing hoping to find him and then eventually realizes how horrible and messed up it all was and that he lied to her. Note that when I drew her she always had those round cheek blush things and was supposed to look very doll like in a way.

rn I don’t really have any concrete story ocs but I drew some characters for ideas I got usually from tumblr. Like that one with the cats that you follow and they take you places. There was one about a tape or whatever and that one I think i’m still lowkey thinking about still??

I’m thinking of ideas for a race of cat humanoids (v original i know) but i only have some stuff soo.

I don’t think this is what you were looking for and I definitely have more ocs but I’m tired and this became more rambling about stories surrounding one or two ocs instead of being about my ocs;;;; I’ve been drawing a bunch of new ocs though so thats something.

#ocs #I'm;;;; sorry anon this probably wasn't what you meant but here you go #also what prompted this?

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