#charismatic cat candles

[leeknot]

The Obsidian Covenant

BTS × Reader

Warnings: dark romance

The world outside felt alive—busy, restless, and vibrant. The city pulsed with energy, and people came and went, oblivious to the undercurrent of darkness that ran beneath it all. You, however, were not like them. No, you had seen beyond the mask of the world. You had felt the cold, empty embrace of something far more sinister.

The seven of them had come into your life like a storm—each of them distinct, yet bound together by a thread too tangled to unravel. They had ensnared you, bit by bit, until you found yourself trapped in their world, unable to breathe, unable to escape.

It all started innocently enough—a chance encounter that seemed like fate. But fate, you learned quickly, was a cruel thing.

The room you sat in now was dim, lit only by the flickering of candles placed around the edges of the room. The air smelled faintly of incense, mingled with the bitter scent of sweat and something darker. You didn’t want to breathe it in, but you had no choice. The walls felt like they were closing in on you as you looked around.

Each of them sat in their designated place around the room—each man a king in his own right, his presence commanding. And yet, in this room, there was no hierarchy. They were all equal, bound by an unspoken pact that tied their fates to yours.

Jin, the eldest, sat closest to you. His eyes, a deep, unsettling shade, never left your face. His gaze was possessive, like a wolf watching its prey from the shadows. He was the first to draw you in with his smooth voice and gentle touch, a facade that hid the hunger beneath.

Then there was Yoongi, the one who rarely spoke, yet when he did, it was like the very air shifted. His quiet intensity made your skin crawl, yet it was impossible to look away. His coldness was like a magnet, drawing you closer even when every part of you screamed to run.

Hoseok, the one with a smile that could disarm anyone, was different. His smiles, however, didn’t reach his eyes. There was something lurking in them—a darkness you couldn’t put your finger on. He was playful, yes, but always with an edge, like a cat playing with its prey before it pounced.

Namjoon, the leader, was both intimidating and charismatic. His power was not just in his words but in the way he commanded every room he walked into. He was the one who made the rules, who drew the lines, and yet, there was something about him that made you feel like a puppet on a string—one tug, and you would follow.

Jimin was the one who confused you the most. His gentleness made him seem almost innocent, but you had seen the way he looked at you—like you were something to be devoured. His sweetness was like poison, slipping past your defenses before you even realized it.

Taehyung, the wild card, was the most unpredictable. He was a storm that you never saw coming—beautiful, chaotic, dangerous. His eyes were always filled with fire, and he was the one who ignited something inside you that you didn’t know existed. He was the one who made you feel alive in ways you hadn’t before—and in ways you couldn’t explain.

And then there was Jungkook. The youngest, yet the one who haunted you in ways you couldn’t understand. His eyes were always locked onto you, as if he could see through the walls you had carefully constructed. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm crashing into your world, turning everything upside down. His touch was both tender and fierce, and it left you breathless every time he came near.

You had tried to fight them at first, tried to maintain some semblance of control over your own life. But the longer you stayed in their orbit, the more you felt yourself slipping away. You had become part of their twisted game, and no matter how hard you tried to escape, they always found a way to pull you back.

Jin’s voice broke through your thoughts, smooth and low, his tone like honey dripping from his lips. “You belong to us now. Don’t you feel it? The pull? The need?”

Your chest tightened. You wanted to deny it. You wanted to scream at them to let you go. But the truth was, you did feel it. It was a weight in your chest, an aching pull that kept you tethered to them. It was the darkest kind of love—the kind that consumed, the kind that left you hollow.

Yoongi’s gaze never wavered, and though he didn’t speak, his eyes told you everything you needed to know. He was patient, waiting for you to break, waiting for you to give in completely. And you knew, deep down, that you would.

Hoseok leaned forward, his lips curling into a knowing smile. “You think you can fight it, don’t you? You think you can walk away, but we have you. Every part of you is ours.”

It was true. Every part of you had been claimed long ago, piece by piece. You could still feel their hands on you, their presence in every corner of your mind. No matter where you went, you were never alone. They were always there, like ghosts haunting your every step.

Namjoon’s voice was calm, yet there was an undeniable edge to it. “You’ve seen what we’re capable of, haven’t you? We’re not like the others. We don’t just love you. We own you.”

You tried to turn away, but Jungkook was there, his hand on your shoulder, his fingers digging into your skin with a force that left no room for escape. “You can’t run from us. Not anymore. We are your everything now. And you’ll learn to crave us, just as we crave you.”

Your heart raced, but a part of you, a small, twisted part, knew they were right. You had already begun to crave their touch, their presence. The line between love and obsession had blurred, and now you were drowning in it.

Jimin’s voice was soft, almost tender, but it carried a darkness that made your blood run cold. “You don’t have to fight it, you know. We can make you feel things you never thought possible. Just let go. Let us show you what we can give you.”

Taehyung’s laughter, dark and unsettling, echoed through the room. “You belong to us, now and forever. There’s no going back.”

And you knew, deep down, that they were right. You had become part of their world—an eternal prisoner in their obsidian covenant. And no matter how much you wanted to escape, you would never be free again.

The candles flickered in the silence that followed, casting long shadows over your face. And as you looked around at the seven of them, each one more captivating, more dangerous than the last, you realized with a sickening certainty: you would never leave.

You were theirs now.

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[slocumjoe]

How the Companions would decorate their homes

...and how I would lose my goddamn mind wrestling with Tumblr's formatting nightmare hellworld.

sorry to anon who requested this, I deleted your ask while fighting for my life :[

Cait; The punkest of punk design; whatever the hell makes her happy. Would take interest in things she previously never cared much for, like music, or tinkering, or model making. So, you'll have posters and vinyls of her favorite bands and artists everywhere, tools and materials strewn about flat surfaces. Lots of reds and plaid/flannel. Likes big couches you can sprawl out on and thickly-knit, chunky blankets. Think of pop art with darker colors, chaotic patterns. Loves warm, bright lighting, dim areas remind her of the Combat Zone. Her spaces are messy, but freeing and charismatic. Her style is best described as rocker college dorm room. Reminiscent of Chloe Price's room, but more mature and with less teen melodrama. Would have lots of candles. Has a statement shelf with feature lighting for unique alcohol bottles.

Codsworth; Post-modern. Modern is medium-toned, neutral colored, and somewhat minimalist. Post-modern likes colors, soft shapes, having art as part of the house itself. Bright wood paneling, one-line artwork wallpaper, multiple colors in one room. It's very birds of paradise in color pallet. Brown suede couches are a classic. Lots of plants. It's inspired by 1950s, but with bouncier aesthetics, where 1950s can feel stiff. Codsworth wouldn't want anything too out there, though. Dani Dazey is kinda close to what he'd enjoy, but tone down the amount of color, go less crazy with the decals. But otherwise, bright colors, patterns, textures—that's the vibe. Just a less plastic 1950s, and it doesn't have the Great Depression's fingerprints all over it. I would have said something Colonial, or classic British, but I didn't want to think exclusively about his accent. Codsworth is chipper, he's friendly, he invites people over. Something fun, welcoming, and optimistic is up his alley.

Danse; However he got the house/apartment, it would stay that way. Danse does not provide for himself like that. It wouldn't be until he made friends that his residence would have personality. Nick gets him an orange-patterned bedspread that's a lot more neon than it looked in the store. Cait gets him a retro CD player and wall-mounted CD case displays. Preston and Deacon team up to repaint everything minty green and install walnut wood paneling. The furniture is gone the next day, replaced with lodge-style log-and-leather. Everyone pitches in something different, something from their own tastes. As a result, Danse's space would be a constant visual reminder that he's loved, and gaudy as fuck. Nothing matches. The colors are everywhere. Textures? A nightmare. You could kill Ty Pennington with this house. There's a giant mural of cats having mimosas and he isn't sure how or when it got there. Loves it, but...who...why...

Curie; I really struggled with Curie. I first went with French Provincial, then French Farmhouse, French Country, Rustic Glam, Scandinavian, Flemish, bauhaus, pastel bauhaus...I felt like I was trying to convince myself of everything. Nothing fit her. Eventually I settled on girly vintage. The thing with vintage is that technically, 'vintage' has like 70 years of vastly different styles. So...you get a little bit of Victorian-esque, a little bit of art deco, Hollywood Regency...imagine a really nice Barbie dollhouse. That's the vibe, just make everything blues, greens, and purples instead of pink. Curie has a bit of an older grandma vibe. Floral quilts, Wedgwood china dishware and cabinets, antique paintings. I imagine she'd repaint or reupholster her furniture, if not get it new. Definitely has white or blue painted furniture, rather than open wood. Ornate vanity, seashell wallscone lighting, embroidered curtains, kidney desks, corner cupboards...Curie's style is elegant, a little outdated, cherubic, and somewhat saccharine. Would have naturalistic wallpaper with flora and fauna.

Deacon; Like Danse's, but intentional. He's extremely fond of furniture made to look like other things. Mushroom ottomans. Fried egg light switches. Wall-mounted shelving/hangers that are open, grabbing hands. Toucan table lamps. Surrealist thrifter in style. Goes to yard sales, estate sales, those sales put by storage unit owners when a tenant doesn't pay. Grabs the weirdest shit he finds. A McDonalds sign from Thailand. A taxidermied rabbit. A Bigfoot track mold. His walls are never the same color or wallpaper. The kitchen is mint green, the living room is pink and orange, his bedroom is black and blue. Maximalist. There's a story behind every item in his space and good luck figuring out which are true. The least chaotic room is the bedroom, decorated simply with space/star aesthetics. Most chaotic? The empty hallway filled with wall-phones. Only one of them is real. The others go off only when the real one does. He won't tell you this before housesitting.

Gage; You'd think it'd be a Male Living Space. No. Gage is a mean, old, materialistic [sexuality redacted] man. He has tastes. He has standards. Will act like it's a Male Living Space keep up appearances, but his place is probably one of the more expensive. It's fine, money isn't an issue for him. Favors greens, yellows, browns, lots of swampy colors. Steals streetsigns and hangs them up. Weaved and leather furniture, linens, animal pelts, mounts. Worn teak wood, cream walls, travertine floors. If this sounds luxurious, consider that Gage lives here. Unclean. Has no bed frame, only a mass of sheets and pillows. The most pristine places in his house are the coffee maker's counter, and the spaces for his pet lizard, who roams freely like a small dog. The lizard is the only thing keeping him from smoking indoors. So many fucking books everywhere, all dog-eared to death. Has stolen something from every party he's ever been to. Keeps them on display. Has a worrying amount of wedding cake toppers.

Hancock; Psychedelic culture-nerd hippie meets a grizzled ex-starlet who moonlights as a show girl. Think Whimsigoth, without the victorian influence and a lot more drippy shapes. All light sources are lava lamps. Conversation pit that you could meet God in. Many colors, most of them moody and 'sleepy'. Stereo system through the entire space. Paints on his walls whenever he's feeling creative/high, they're constantly changing. Has to scrape off the paint every so often. Collects movie memorabilia, particularly horror movies. Has masks, outfits, props. His kitchen/dining room is unintentionally Japanese-eqsue in style, in that the table is low, and you sit on beanbags. Really not into dealing with chairs in the morning. Hancock's ideal furniture is made of moldable jelly, him being a cat in spirit. His office is a complete divorce from the other rooms. It's entirely 1700s luxury Colonial in style. Dark mahogany woodwork, deep reds and blues, a (electric) chandelier. Big library.

MacCready; Eclectic. This style is defined by maximilism, mismatched everything, lots of tchotchkes. The core tenent of it is that it takes whatever looks good from other styles. It's magpie core. It's how the gremlin thief in your DnD campaign would style a home. So, lots of different kinds of fabrics, many shelves for trinkets, posters of all kinds on the wall. You ever make a wall with just the posters, signs, etc in your settlements? That's what he does. In canon, MacCready likes midnight blue and leopard print, but I can see olive greens as well. Very messy and busy. Raw wood furniture seems like it would be a good fit for him. Would have a big entertainment center, very nerdy space. I think Rodrick Heffley's and Eddie Munson's bedrooms are a good way of getting an idea. Kind of basementy, kind of glamrock. He's 22, what do you want from him? Very much "baby's first place." Duncan's room would be more child-friendly, lighter colors and softer furniture. His drawings always get hung up wherever there's space.

Nick; Also struggled with this one...I didn't want to just make him Victorian/Gothic, that felt too obvious. But...it's obvious because it's correct. It just is. His name is Valentine. He has a neon pink sign with hearts on it. This man is modern Victorian meets dingy alleyway in a Hollywood noir film. So, we're looking at victorian settees and woodwork (which is when the walls are carved all fancy, by the by), lots of dark colors, leathers, a fireplace to stare into broodily with a glass of whiskey. We'll also need a bit of industrial to blend the Modern Victorian and Urban Night vibes, so some dark brick/stone, perhaps? Or industrial light fixtures. In terms of materials, the aforementioned leather, but also velvet and dasask fabrics, marble, and rosewood, possibly treated to bring out the red, or be made darker. This space is mostly dark and black, with pops of pink, purple, and blues. Would definitely need an LED indirect lighting for mood setting. It's not as dark like X6-88's home, though, it's more intimate and warm. Heavier emphasis on coziness and inviting auras. Nick's home is an older queer man's home, so obviously it's a little extra, a little theatrical. Has a sweet cocktail bar setup, will make you a martini while you unveil your tragic backstory.

Piper; Also eclectic, but brighter and with some intellectualism. So, more vintage, but bolder and more assertive than Curie's vintage. The best thing I can do it point you towards Arianna Danielson's blog, and ask that you imagine most of those pinks to be darker, or just red. Similarly, Dani Klaric and Tay Beep Boop's viral design. That vibe of confidence, a little bit of feminine rebelliousness, and generally just spunky. A crucial item would be book paper lighting shades. It clashes but Piper would be into it. I imagine she'd want the place to be fun for Nat, satisfy that little girl urge for Maximum Colors. Piper would have a messy as hell writing room, papers everywhere, red-string corkboards, coffee cups. Collection of vintage newspapers, lots of plushy rugs and pillows, probably has weird little knickknacks hidden about. The type to have rubber ducks in her fridge and refuse to elaborate. Don't question the writing process.

Preston; Walnut, shiplap, rattan, navy blue. Reeves Connally put me on this combination and now I'm spreading the propaganda. People have feelings on rattan but it deserves more respect, just like Preston. His style is best described as hygge with a beachy edge. Hygge is all about neutrals, extremely soft and squishy fabrics and furniture, warm ambient lighting, and worn wood. Fairy lights everywhere. Cozycore, really. Blue and shiplap walls, walnut flooring, rattan furniture. Blues + white + sandy + rich brown. Best combo. Fucking fight me. Chunky wool blankets, velvet for more decorative cloths, like drapery or the fabric of the seat cushions. For decor, you're looking at handdrawn maps, paper light fixtures/shades, plants kept in colored glass vases, nature photography, a reading nook filled with historical fiction and textbooks. I can also see hanging greenery. Preston's space is refreshing, energizing, but not bombastic. I imagine he has a kitchen island with stools, but no dining table.

X6-88; Dark modernist, hands down. Crucial item is the Zaha Hadid moon sofa, in black. Steel, concrete, and sparingly, brass/brassy wood. Blacks, greys, and with the brass, an inoffensive pop of color. It's a minimalist style that, when darkened, takes inspiration from Gothic and industrial styles, but doesn't lean into them. Also has some futurism elements. X6-88's home is clean, elegant, sharp. It's designed to not be overstimulating, like the Institute's stark white plastic and fluorescent lighting is. LED indirect lighting + metal-caged hanging lights, velvet and taffeta fabrics, glass tables. There is no better kitchen for him then the Modern Kitchen 2020 from Burak LACFI on Behance. For the bathroom, Anna Kolos' work, also on Behance. His bedspread, the Ithaca Sateen set from Sleep by Sānti. I spent three years designing this man's home for a 40k word fanfic and I will hear no opposition.

[fatestln]

ana de armas  38,  cis woman,  she / her   𐫱     ›   hey, isn’t that marisela léon ? rumor has it that they can be rather manipulative and cynical but hey, that’s just in their nature as a hearth witch. they totally make up for it by being loyal and charismatic. if you’re looking for them, you can probably find them at their work as a nurse at portum general hospital.

🔮 BACKSTORY 🐈‍⬛ MUSINGS 📌 PINTEREST 🕯️ EST CONNECTS

I. THE ESSENTIALS.

NAME: marisela léon NICKNAMES: mari GENDER: cisgender female. PRONOUNS: she/her. PLACE OF BIRTH: just outside tacoma, wa SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: spanish, english, latin AGE: thirty-eight BIRTHDAY: april 28th, 1986. ZODIAC: taurus EMPLOYMENT: nurse SUPERNATURAL SPECIES: hearth witch FINANCIAL STATUS: middle class

II. APPEARANCE.

HAIR COLOUR: dark brown, almost black HAIR STYLE: loose messy waves, often in a low ponytail EYE COLOUR: green eyes with brown in them IMPORTANT PHYSICAL FEATURES: tba. HEIGHT: 5'6 ( 171 cm ) BUILD: slender PIERCINGS: both ears TATTOOS: a protective sigil in the middle of her back

III. FUN FACTS.

ONE. she loves collecting old magical artifacts and her home is full of unique, enchanted items that she's collected over the years. TWO. despite being a hearth witch, marisela does have an affinity for dark magic although she tries to avoid using it. THREE. she has a black cat named sombra that she adopted when she first moved to bearhold.

IV. LIKES & DISLIKES.

LIKES: traditional cuban food, solitary walks in the forest, intimate gatherings, wine, crafting protective charms and spells DISLIKES: deception, betrayal, posers that dabble in magic without understanding the consequences, feeling helpless

V. ADDITIONAL.

HOBBIES: gardening, playing guitar, tarot reading, candle making, cooking & baking DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUG USAGE: yes/yes/no SOFT SPOT: she's got a rough exterior, but once she let's someone in she is all in. her inner circle are her soft spot. FEARS: losing her magic and being powerless, having others' get hurt because of her, the possibility that the deal her father made might also cost her her life COMFORTS: the smell of fresh baked bread, sitting by the fire pit, sharing food and drink with family and friends

VI. WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend - the friend that marisela saved with her dark magic. potentially, they could be unaware of the danger marisela faced to protect them. they could eventually come to bearhold either seeking marisela's help or trying to understand why she's stayed way for so long. mentor witch - marisela's exposure to the witch community has been limited -- mainly keeping to her mother and other relatives. bearhold is her first true dive into the supernatural community and so she could have a mentor from her early days in town that helped explain how all the supernatural species coexist. rival - witch or otherwise, this person and marisela just really struggle to get along and make everything into a competition. fellow runaway - although she's not a runaway in the literal sense, marisela could bond with someone else who felt to bearhold escaping a dark past or threat. they could share secrets, form an alliance, or be a potential liability. patients at the hospital - marisela has been a nurse at the hospital for eight years so she's worked with a lot of people from town. former lovers/hookups - love and/or physical connections that fizzled out or went sour. entity's agent - a human or supernatural being working for the entity that hunts marisela. they could either be secretly embedded in bearhold, keeping an eye on her or arrive with a threat or a message from the entity, testing her resolve. nosy neighbor - a nosy or suspicious neighbor that's intrigued by marisela's odd behavior or the strange things that seem to happen around her.

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[lericekrispie]

DIGITAL GRIMOIRE- TAROT WORK

Tarot is a powerful and easy tool for everyday witch work. Reading Tarot flexes your intuition muscle, helps you learn insight about yourself and the world, and can be a tool for spells. When working with Tarot, it is important to remember that there are no coincidences, from the message, what card you choose, to even the deck. 

It is important to introduce and cleanse a new deck. Think of a deck as a new pet, or a new roommate. Decks don’t always hold spirits, much like how every object doesn’t hold a spirit, but as witches we mostly only pick up decks with spirits or beings attached to them. Decks are lightning rods for spirits to be interested and attracted and to bind to, with the unique advantage of being a witches tool with the ability to communicate. When you first get a new deck, treat it as a guest in your home. You wouldn’t take a new dog into your house and immediately start commanding it to sit, over and over again. If you get a new deck and immediately try to use it, it’ll be confused, overwhelmed, and start to distrust you. Some more experienced decks may be able to handle the shock, but it doesn’t lay a good base of foundation. 

With a new deck, you want to give the deck time to adjust, as well as cleansing it. A week is about a good time to give a deck typically, but sometimes it can go faster or slower based on what the temperament and spirit is like. It may take longer if it is shy or may not vibe with your frequency at the moment. It may go shorter if it is really enthusiastic and loves talking to people. Ways to get to know your deck is by learning and evaluating its cards, sleeping with the deck under your pillow or in your bed, or meditating with it. You can also just put it in a bag and let it come with you throughout your day, so it can see how you are as a person. 

To cleanse your deck, you are going to want to use smoke, air, knocking, or vibrations. You can smudge, incense, or smoke on your deck, or you can breathe on it and imagine blowing all the dust and bad energy off of it like blowing out a candle. You can knock on it three times, like you're knocking out the bad energy. Or you can ring bells or chants, just like with other sound cleansing. You can also marinate* a deck as well, this works particularly well with shy decks or shell shocked decks or stubborn decks, however, an enthusiastic charismatic deck might become shell shocked from such experience. You should cleanse your deck whenever it asks to, or whenever you feel like other energies have muddled and distorted the energies in the deck and prevents messages from coming forward clearly. Marination is to set a deck to a completely flat frequency, so if a deck enjoys the energy it has going on you should only do the other forms of cleansing and not something so intense. 

Your deck might want you to know its story before you start working together, or it might not. Some questions you could ask it include

What type of spirit are you?

What is your card?

Do you know what my card is? How do you perceive me?

Did you have a life before attaching to this deck? What was it like?

Like with deities, you will come to learn what decks do and don’t like. For my Moon Deck, Astrid and Ester, they like rose petals and moonlight and crystals to charge. Dahlia likes peace, serenity, and a candle to work, and Mist likes cat imagery and crystals. I had one deck that was given to me as a challenge from a deity to conquer who hated his box, and demanded that I throw it away as soon as possible and I just carried the cards around loosely. Some decks will be of higher demand, as my challenge deck required to be on my person when I was at work. Some decks will be lower demand, like Dahlia who only comes out when she wants to give healing advice. Even if you aren’t doing Tarot consistently, some decks just want to be a part of your life and held, like Jupiter, my Light Elder Witch’s main deck. 

Quirks concerning decks can happen as well. Decks can decide that they don’t like you, and that you are actually supposed to be the delivery boy to give the deck to the correct person. Your deck can decide that you are not powerful enough to wield it, and may make you wait, possibly years before it decides you are at its level. Your deck can have multiple spirits in it, like my Moon deck with two women, Astrid and Ester. If your deck is particularly power hungry or malicious, it can try to eat the spirits within your other decks and may need to be separated and have consequences. 

Decks have a tendency to fit within relationship standards, like Astrid and Ester seem to be my girls, like roommates, best friends, or sisters. While Dahlia seems to be an older mentor or guide, but still one of the girls. However, Mist seems to fit the role of a child, referring to me as mom and to my Elder Witch’s as his Aunties. If you need to, with a deck that is not behaving, you can put your other decks with seniority or higher power by or on top of that deck to have that deck talk and remind them of what’s allowed and what’s not allowed.

Decks can be talented at different things, such as spirits can be talented at different things. In my Moon deck, Astrid works with personal relationships between people. She likes to see how human relationships form and interact, and she likes to give advice on such. Ester, in the Moon Deck, likes to talk about the future. Whenever she shows up in a reading, which is less frequent then Astrid, it means something down the line is going to happen. Dahlia is only to be used for healing, and she doesn’t like people interpreting or putting her cards upside down. Mist likes structure, when you give him directions on Tarot spreads, and is overall well rounded. He also likes to stick his nose in places it doesn’t belong and tell you information that people don’t want you knowing. My Light Elder Witch has a deck named Pippins that is to be used for fortune telling but only big important life events, and my Dark Elder Witch has a deck that is a Cursed deck and holds a Vampiric Spirit that is used in baneful spells. Some people in life will be called to have a full roster of many different decks, like me and My Elder Dark Witch, while people like my Light Witch feel like they only need one or two. It’s all about what you are made for and what feels right- what your soul journey is supposed to be. 

The best way to learn Tarot is to do your own research with your own deck, so I’m only writing down information that one may not know from research alone. Have fun!

*Marination refers to putting herbs and cleansing spices and items into a box with the thing you want to marinate and leaving it there for a couple of days without disturbance. For example, for my Friday the 13th spooky deck Mist, I put in cinnamon, berry bush branches and dried berries, fall leaves, and a black handkerchief to wrap him up in.

[islaswalsh]

[ elizabeth gillies, cis woman, she/her ] — spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it’s ISLA WALSH. they have lived in the city for ONE MONTH, working as an ACTRESS. the THIRTY year old will probably be seen around BUSHWICK a lot, seeing as that’s where they live. people say they can be a bit DRAMATIC and SENSITIVE, but friends know them to be CHARISMATIC and AFFABLE. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across FLASHING LIGHTS THAT YOU CAN'T ESCAPE, A CRAVING FOR VALIDATION THAT IS NEVER SATIATED, PRISTINE MANICURES. welcome to brooklyn, it’s been waiting for you!

content  warning:  brief  mentions  of  alcohol  and  drug  use.

"i'm  still  learning  to  love  the  parts  of  me  that  no  one  claps  for."

about. • wanted connections.

𝐈𝐍  𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘  :  a  child  star  who  was  able  to  successfully  transition  into  a  career  as  an  adult,  currently  in  brooklyn  to  film  the  second  season  of  the  hit  netflix  show  she's  starring  in.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋  𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒

FULL NAME:  isla  walsh.

NAME MEANING:   the  name  isla  is  a  feminine  name  that  means  "island"  and  is  of  scottish  and  spanish  origin.  it  is  pronounced  "EYE-lə".

AGE:  thirty.

DATE OF BIRTH:  july  25th.

PLACE  OF  BIRTH:  ojai,  california.

CURRENT  LOCATION:  brooklyn,  new  york.

ETHNICITY:  caucasian.

GENDER:  cis  woman.

PRONOUNS:  she/her. 

ORIENTATION:   pansexual.

RELIGION:  raised  catholic,  but  currently  not  practicing.  if   anything,  she  would  identify  as  agnostic.

OCCUPATION:  actress. 

SPOKEN  LANGUAGES:  fluent  in  english  and  french,  knows  the  basics  of  spanish.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

FACECLAIM:  elizabeth  gillies.

HAIR  COLOR  AND  STYLE:  typically  kept  long,  down,  and  curled  in various  shades  of  brown,  depending  on  the  season. 

EYE COLOR:  blue-green.

TATTOOS:  a  tiny  heart  on  her  left  hip.

PIERCINGS:   ears,  one  piercing  in  each  lobe.

CLOTHING  STYLE:  isla's  style  is  simply  what  she  likes  on  any  given  day,  tends  to  favor  classic prints, tailored  suits, faux  fur,  layered  necklaces,  bold  colors,  stilettos,  skin-tight  dresses,  sparkling  jewels and silk.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:  an  inch  long  scar  on  her  right  elbow,  a  freckle  behind  her  left  ear.

SIGNATURE  SCENT:  tom  ford’s  lost  cherry,  a  perfume  with  notes  of black  cherry,  tonka  bean,  and  almond.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇

ALLERGIES:  pollen.

SLEEPING  HABITS:  does  not  get  enough  rest  in  general,  but  when  she  does,  she's  a  sound  sleeper  who  can  catch  z's  in  even  the  most  inconvenient  of  places  or  positions.

EATING  HABITS: usually  eats  a  balanced  vegetarian  diet  but  has  been  unable  to  resist  the  dollar  pizza  places  while  in  new  york.

DRUG  USE:  just  cannabis,  will  smoke  if  socializing,  otherwise  prefers  edibles.

ALCOHOL  USE:   will  drink  more  in  social  settings  or  parties,  but  a  glass  or  two  of  wine  a  night  is  not  uncommon.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

LIKES: laughing, cinnamon  vanilla candles, movie theater popcorn  with  extra  butter,  silk  scarves, audrey hepburn’s filmography,  good  company,  fine  dining.

DISLIKES:  lemons and lemon flavored things, invasive interviewers,   broken promises, cheap wine, people who  talk  during movies, early  call times.

FEARS: being  forgotten, the dark,  thunderstorms.

HABITS:   constantly clicking pens, bouncing her knee when seated,   tapping her nails on hard services.

ASTROLOGY: leo.

MORAL  ALIGNMENT: neutral  good.

PRIMARY  VICE: pride.

PRIMARY  VIRTUE: diligence. 

WEATHER: a crisp fall morning when the leaves are changing and you can see  your breath.

COLOR:  blush  pink.

MUSIC: indie pop.

MOVIE:  the  princess  bride.

BOOK:  gone  girl  by  gillian  flynn.

SPORT: tennis.

BEVERAGE: chai  lattes in the  morning, chablis at night. 

FOOD: anything  that involves pasta and vodka sauce.

ANIMAL: cats. 

SEASON: autumn.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

MOTHER: catherine  walsh  (nee  reeves).

FATHER: daniel  "danny"  walsh.

SIGNIFICANT  OTHER: tba.

BEST  FRIEND:  desired.

EXES: desired.

SIBLING(S):  older  sibling,  35-40  years  old,  desired.

PET(S): a  big  orange  tabby  cat  named  fezzik  that  isla  adopted  a  few  years  ago  after  finding  him  on  set.

[monriatitans]

The Neverending Reading List: Book XXXV

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

"The Rules of Magic" by Alice Hoffman

FROM BELOVED AUTHOR ALICE HOFFMAN COMES THE SPELLBINDING PREQUEL TO HER BESTSELLER PRACTICAL MAGIC.

For the Owens family, love is a curse that began in the 1600s, when Maria Owens was accused of witchery for loving the wrong man. Hundreds of years later, in 1960s New York City at the cusp of an ever-changing world, Susanna Owens knows that her three children are dangerously unique. Difficult Franny, with skin as pale as milk and blood-red hair; shy and beautiful Jet, who can read other people’s thoughts; and charismatic Vincent, who began looking for trouble on the day he could walk.   From the start, Susanna sets down rules for her children: No walking in the moonlight, no red shoes, no wearing black, no cats, no crows, no candles, no books about magic. And, most importantly, never, ever, fall in love. But the Owens children never adhere to rules, desperate to uncover who they really are. The Rules of Magic takes us on a dreamy, unforgettable journey, both thrilling and exquisite, real and fantastic—reminding us that the only remedy for being human is to be true to yourself.

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ALICE HOFFMAN is the author of more than thirty works of fiction, including most recently The World That We Knew, Practical Magic, the Oprah’s Book Club selection Here on Earth, The Red Garden, The Dovekeepers, The Museum of Extraordinary Things, The Marriage of Opposites, and Faithful. She lives near Boston.

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Book review: The Rules of Magic by Alice Hoffman

Here's my 4* review of The Rules of Magic by Alice Hoffman.

Heart warming and magical

My introduction to Alice Hoffman was through her novel Practical Magic and as soon as I’d finished reading that story, I wanted to find out more about the Aunts. So it was rather helpful of Alice Hoffman to write The Rules of Magic.

If you want a pacy, exciting tale of adventure, this isn’t it. Instead, this novel takes you on a thoughtful journey of discovery, the discovery of magic and the discovery of self. Who am I? What am I capable of? What should I dare to do?

It paints a richly depicted picture of how the sisters, Jet and Franny, grow into the aunts we will meet in Practical Magic. It also questions what a happy ending truly is.

The blurb:

In this sparkling prequel we meet the Aunts from Practical Magic, sisters Frances and Jet and Vincent, their brother. From the beginning their mother Susanna knew they were unique: Franny with her skin as pale as milk and blood red hair, who could commune with birds; Jet as shy as she is beautiful, who knows what others are thinking, and Vincent so charismatic that he was built for trouble. Susanna needed to set some rules of magic: no walking in the moonlight, no red shoes, no wearing black, no cats, no crows, no candles and certainly, absolutely, no books about magic…

 But the Owens siblings are desperate to uncover who they really are. Each heads down a life-altering course, filled with secrets and truths, devastation and joy, and magic and love. Despite the warning handed down through the family for centuries – Know that for our family, love is a curse – they will all strive to break the rules and find true love.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

imagines/ headcanons (M.M x Reader)

warnings: none! just cute fluffy stuff that’s makes us sad to think about

wc: 1k

note: you guys so are lucky for me to give you an insight into our relationship unfortunately I am kidding but I really wish I wasn’t

these are just some things that I think, but if you don’t agree that’s cool too - some of these may be self indulgent

masterlist + rules

taglist

very empathetic and deeply compassionate

he’s definitely someone you can trust, especially if you go to him with a problem

an amazing listener

the softest and sweetest most babiest of babygirls

extremely protective - sometimes to a fault, but it all comes from a good place (always wants you to be safe)

very touchy always has to be touching you- feel like it’s usually hands, waist or face

when you order takeaways it’s usually chinese or pizza- feel like you probably cook for the both of you, but when you don’t want to it’s most likely one of those

he’s great with animals- I can see him with a cat, probably named something religious

I had this thought that you’d try to find new textures and things for him to feel- like you’d go out and find new stuff for him to try (like you’d both make a game or date out if it)

he’s very patient, and someone who is very understanding

he’d definitely know you better than you know yourself

your heartbeat is definitely something that grounds him- something that helps him sleep at night

you’re his safe place, as he is to you

humongous softie

you keep loads of first aid kits around his apartment- there’s tonnes stashed everywhere. and you often help clean him and mend him if and when he’s injured

he hates to leave you at night, feel like you might not like it either (not knowing if he’ll be back) but you also know he can’t not do it

^ you wait up for him every night

feel like he enjoys when you take care of him- eventhough he can take care of himself and doesn’t want to burden- he likes when you physically care for him; maybe you help trim his stubble or help him organise

if home was a person

respectful bbg

can sometimes get a little jealous and possessive

feel like he gets really overwhelmed and possibly very frustrated with himself

he always wants to help people and feels really guilty when he can’t- you always reassure him that’s it’s not all his responsibility etc

he probably gets earaches quite a bit- you get him things to help soothe it

feel like he’s a cherry person (idrk what that means, but when I look at people they sometimes look like fruit flavours, like Karen is strawberry, Foggy is blackcurrant- to me it makes sense)

very charismatic

goofy like he is in the comics

man spreads a lot - sprawls out on sofa

loves a good head scratch (bc he is a good boy ofc) likes his hair played with

you try to introduce him to new music and podcasts

he can see right through you

will always be ready to fight someone for you

you have inside jokes about how he’s was such a wh0re before you (he’s not called Matthew man-whore Murdock for nothing)

he probably jokes a lot about his lack of sight, sometimes you forget that he is actually blind, “you should see this.” “I can’t” like that kinda thing, but it’s always light and jokey- he’d never actually be offended

he doesn’t talk about you in public in front of everyone- not in a bad way, just to keep your name safe. only Foggy and Karen know about you- but they love you and love that you’re good for Matt

he literally worships that ground you walk on- admires the heck out of you. thinks you’re the most beautiful person

he’s a very reliable person

you like to help him with cases- eventhough you’re not actually allowed

protected x protector

feel like you don’t use the big lights in the apartment- you just have lots of candles around the place instead (so it’s the best of both worlds)

he loves when you read to him

drink beer together late at night- chatting and hanging out

would do anything for you

love language wise

physical touch- very touchy, loves to hold you. you help calm him etc

acts of service- he always wants to help you- no matter how big or small

quality time- he’d deeply value the time you share together, whether that be an activity together or doing different things in same space

gift giving- he probably has some trouble with this, maybe gets Foggy to get it for him (he tells him what to get) but he’s very thoughtful, so it’ll be something you’d appreciate

words of affirmation- says tonnes of cute and sweet pet names like angel, sweetheart etc. tells you how special you are

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very encouraging

feel like he tries to look you in the eyes, but it’s for your benefit- wants to show you that he’s paying attention

he knows if and when you’re anxious, sad or uneasy etc- always knows how to help

you comfort and reassure him a lot- you don’t care how many times you have to say it either

he tries to block everything out when with you

thumb strokes on your cheeks

to him you are like fluoxetine in human form

you’re probably always getting him new suits and under-armour

very cheeky and flirtatious. sometimes cocky but in a good way- not the way that’s annoying to be around

enamoured with you

lots of pining at the beginning

great in bed (lmao sorry, couldn’t not include)

he puts a lot of pressure on himself

he knows what you want and need before you do

knows when you’re near

he loves when your heart skips a beat when you see him, it makes him feel special

he also feels and adores how excited and happy you get when listening to your fave songs or watching favourite shows

you kiss his scars to show him how much you love him

very attentive

“you’re so pretty Matt”

sometimes feels inadequate- you constantly reassure him, again you don’t care how many times you have to say it

to me his song as daredevil would be ‘28 days later slowed-soaphie’ (I was just listening to it and to me it makes perfect sense)

he’s always losing and misplacing stuff

thinks you have the sweetest and most purest personality

if you want to describe something you see, you draw them with your fingertips on him

he gets you red flowers- asks the florist for something read and pretty

you made him a ‘I am not Daredevil’ sweater, he loves it and wears all the time at home

if you’re walking together arm-in-arm on the street and people don’t move out the way, you say something like “hey! watch it.” bc you hate the thought of them being so oblivious- but Matt loves it when you do that

always caressing you, loves your curves- arms, hips, legs, the lot

likes to trace over your nose bridge and lips

you got him to draw a small heart (it won’t be perfect but that’s the point) and you get it tattooed on yourself

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psa: being in love with a man that doesn’t exist sucks ass🥲

[anime-kia]

Idle Time

Happy New Year everyone!! Am I finally inspired?! 

Relationship: Erik x Reader

No warnings. 

"Erik please come over, the power in my building went out."

"What, you afraid of the dark or something?"

You rolled your eyes. The nerve of him to make an assumption like that and be right. "If I am, it doesn't matter. I'm bored, so please come over."

He grunted before responding, as if he were getting up from lounging, "Aight, scaredy cat." He teased.

"Shut up, I am not!" 

"Aight." He chuckled.

There was a long pause of silence because you did not want to hang up. Truthfully you wanted Erik to stay on the line with you the whole time until he arrived. It wouldn't take him long since he was just a few floors down, but still the apartment in pitch black was creepy. The sounds coming from outside didn't help either.

"Well..." He suddenly said.

"Well what?"

"You gon' let me get ready to come over so I can keep your scary ass company?" 

Sighing heavily you responded, "Are you not capable of multitasking?" 

"You tryna find out?" Erik suggestively asked.

"Are you being nasty, Stevens?" 

A laugh echoed through your ear, "Look, you're delaying me. I'll be there in 2 minutes."

"Fine." You huffed and hung up.  

It was only six in the evening, but due to it being the winter season the sun had gone down much earlier and it was snowing outside. 

You had plans to move into a new apartment this summer due to this one being so unreliable. It was nice for the first year, but when they switched management things changed quickly and you were not happy about it. Especially your elderly neighbour who was three doors down, Miss Anne. Church lady, very sweet, an amazing advice giver, but had no shame with whatever came out of her mouth. She was like a grandmother to you, and you would definitely miss her when you move out. 

Erik was also a neighbour you met, but funny enough you actually met him at a local poetry slam. It was up the street so when you noticed him trailing behind you after the show, you grew very concerned because you noticed him watching you throughout the event. Finally building up the courage, you turned around and yelled at him to stop following you, but he ended up walking right past you, keying into the apartment. 

"You coming or what?" He held the door open for you, completely ignoring your outburst. "You live here right?" 

To say you were embarrassed was a huge understatement. But the city was filled with weirdos, it's not your fault for being suspicious of everyone. 

Awfully, but also perfectly you kept running into him after that day. He never made a sly comment about that day, just greeting you as if nothing ever happened. One thing lead to another, and you became his friend. Erik was very private about his personal life, but you had a general understanding of who he was.

Goal oriented, very straight forward, a little bit of a whore, somewhat of a loner, but extremely charismatic. He was a unique soul who enjoyed things like art or drinking green tea imported from Japan.

The first time you went over to his apartment was during a blackout and you said never again. The artwork in his place really creeped you out, and it was very minimalistic and uncomfortable. The only blanket he had was on his bed! Sure it smelled very good and was as clean as could be, but you liked to be cozy and his apartment was the opposite of that. 

You lit a few unscented candles amongst the two coconut ones from Bath and Body Works you already had burning. Your sofa was covered in a fuzzy black blanket, that you were previously wrapped up in, and your laptop rested on top of the coffee table with a few movies downloaded to kill time. However, the battery was at 46%... 

Two minutes had passed, Erik was usually precise with his time so now you started to get nervous. You decided that worrying would not benefit either of you, and maybe he pulled a leg muscle while working out that he was too proud to admit. He would be walking up a couple flights of stairs anyway.

Ten minutes... You checked your phone and there was no text from him still. Maybe he got stopped in the hallway by someone... Your neighbours would sometimes stand in the halls when there was an outage. 

By time fifteen minutes passed you were calling his phone, but you could hear his ringtone playing from outside your door. You walked over and opened it to reveal your neighbour with two steaming hot boxes of pizza in his hands, a bottle of sprite, another box which was either cinnamon sticks or cheesy bread and some dipping. He also had a backpack over his shoulders, assuming he packed some stuff too.

"Why didn't you text me and say that you were going to get pizza?"

"Well damn can I get a thank you first before you start questioning me?" He moved the food towards your face so you took it out of his hands. 

"Thank you, Erik." You set the food down onto the island and demanded, "Answer my question."

He stepped out of his shoes and shrugged off his jacket before hanging it in your closet.  "Sheesh, I knew you wouldn't have nothing to eat so I got us food. Good enough?"

"Okay, but you ain't text me-"

"It's snowing bruh, I wanted to be in and out as fast as possible. I didn't think the dark bothered you that much." He went to wash his hands in your bathroom still explaining himself, "Plus, my hands were full."

"Fair enough." You opened one of the boxes, and grabbed a slice. 

Erik walked back over, getting himself three slices with two cheesy bread sticks. You both sat at the island counter, indulging in the city native pizza. 

"This shit is good as fuck." He enthused, taking a huge bite. 

"Mhmm." You agreed, doing the same.

The dough was nice a fluffy with the perfect amount of crunchiness when you took a bite, the mozzarella had to be imported from somewhere else because it had a unique but delicious taste to it, it wasn't anything like the other chain pizza restaurants you've tried and the toppings were so fresh. People came to this city just for this restaurant. It was a little bit pricy but definitely worth it. 

"So." He began, wiping the corner of his mouth. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, still savouring the flavour of the pizza, "What you got planned for us?"

Your eyebrow raised up as you swallowed the last bit. "Well I have two movies downloaded on my laptop that we can watch. Other than that, I dunno. I was hoping you would come up with something." 

You couldn't make out his face properly in the dark, but you knew the look on his face was unimpressed. It made you giggle as he made that face so often. The silence and the staring from his end confirmed it even more. 

"What? You're good at planning!" You said to feed his ego.

"Yeah, yeah." 

Spending time at Erik's apartment when there wasn't a power outage going on was quite fun. He would invite a few friends over once a month, including you, and he would have different games set up. The parties that he invited you to were also very enjoyable as well. Though he wasn't necessarily a people person, a good time was bound to happen so long as you were with him. 

Erik was definitely a quality over quantity type of person. You appreciated that. In fact, it made you feel kind of special seeing as he liked having you around. And vice versa. 

You both decided to take the rest of your food to the sofa to get the movie started. It was a black, early 2000s comedy movie which you thoroughly were entertained by. Erik too found himself chuckling at the expressive characters and their comedic dialogues.

One hour and five pizza slices later, your feet were resting in Erik's lap as the credits rolled out. The snow that fell from the sky was so thick that seeing outside of your window was next to impossible. The street lights were off, and the ground was covered in at least 3 feet of snow. 

Erik began standing up so you removed your feet from his thighs, watching as he stretched. His black shirt lifted up as he groaned, allowing you a glance of his well defined torso. You too did a small stretch and got off the sofa.

"I'm surprised my laptop didn't die yet." 

"Don't speak too soon, you got about 5% left on it." 

"You're right." You agreed and closed the laptop. "So what now?"

Erik picked up the trash and walked over to the kitchen, "Shoot, you're the host. You tell me." 

Sighing, you grab whatever he left and followed him into the kitchen, tossing it away. "How about 20 questions?"

"What are you, sixteen?" He joked and headed back over to the sofa, you followed behind.

"Listen, I'm not used to snow storms, sir. If the power went out, at least I could go outside and sit on my front porch with some friends. This here is different."

"Who you telling? I'm from Cali, but you just gotta adjust and adapt."

"I guess. But come on, let's play. It doesn't have to be exactly 20 questions."

"Aight fine, what you tryna know?"

"What job would you be terrible at?"

"Anything that involves people pleasing." He said without hesitation.

You raised an eyebrow, "You. You aren't a people pleaser?" 

"Fuck no. I'm a real ass nigga. I got friends, but not a lot." 

"All those women?"

"I'm not desperate for pussy, I'm myself and it comes along."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, okay."

"Have I not charmed you enough? I bet I can get you out them panties right now." 

"What!? Erik, please." 

He laughed at your flustered face. "Aight my turn, where is somewhere you've always wanted to go?"

You tapped a finger against your chin, "Hmm... Definitely Egypt. I've always wanted to see the pyramids, the sphinx, stuff like that." 

"Dope. I thought you woulda said somewhere like Bora Bora or Dubai."

"And why is that?"

"Cuz you act like you boujie and shit."

"I do not! I have high standards for myself, that's all." You shrug, "And you act more boujie than me, Mr. I own a sports car and buy expensive tea from across the world. At least I buy tea locally."

"I got high standards too, ma. Ain't no use lowering them."

"You get me then." 

“I do.” He chuckled, “Aight, next question… When was your last heartbreak?”

You raised an eyebrow, kind of surprised that Erik was inquiring about your love life. “Um… Maybe three years ago. I was dating this guy from back home. He was real charming, damn near my best friend. The problem was that I was moving too quickly and maturing too fast, but he wanted to go slow. Too slow. I already put a downpayment on this other apartment in our city, and I was ready to move in with him. Got a job near the place and everything.” You sighed. “Unfortunately he wasn’t ready for that type of commitment. He was still a child I guess, just not ready to grow up. It sucked because he had potential, and I would’ve waited, but I think my ambitions kind of scared him off.” You scratched the back of your neck nervously. 

Erik stared at you with a calculated look.

“What?” You question.

“You look sad, he still got you in your feelings?” 

You rolled your eyes, “No. It’s been three years, Erik.”

He drew his face closer to you when your eyes started to lose contact with his. 

“Stop.” You chuckle and push his head away.

“I just gotta make sure you ain’t crying, cuz if that nigga still got you crying all these years later I might have to kill him.”

“Erik! Please!” That made you laugh, “It’s not even his fault, relax!”

“So you broke up with him?”

“No, Erik.“

“It was mutual?”

“No-“

“Then it is his fault, the fuck?” 

“What type of logic is that, MIT graduate?” You continued to laugh. In all honesty you did kind of miss your ex at times, you were like two peas in a pod, but you knew there was more out there. More that was ready to grow with you.

“Shit, at least you’re laughing now. I almost had to slide out of this apartment real quick.” 

“What, you were gonna be my hero or something?” 

The look on his face changed from playful to a somewhat serious and a longing type of expression. It made you feel shy. His eyes always had this determined look that made you nervous, not in a bad way though. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

It was silent for a moment until he finally spoke, “Nothing, you just say funny shit sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” 

“Wow, so I’m not funny?”

“Nah. Only when you want to be.”

“Stop playing with me.” You slap his shoulder. 

He smiles. It’s hard to see in the dark, but the gold from his grills have a shimmer on them that you could see. 

“I’ll be back.” He gets up from his seat and heads to the bathroom. 

“Remember to put the seat back down!” You yell at him as he walks away.

“Yeah, yeah.”

As you sat there alone in silence you started to think about what just occurred. Erik typically was a straight forward guy, but it was obvious that he wanted to say something else. The beating in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach definitely indicated that too. You let out a shaky sigh. 

Did he really just flirt with me?

Of course Erik had his way of making suggestions, but it usually felt playful unlike what just happened. 

You were used to him saying things like that, you’ve seen him say it to other women before, but all the time you’ve spent with him you have never seen him look like that, nor did he ever look at other women like that. As far as you knew…

Dating was not really one of your priorities ever since moving out of your hometown. If it came along then sure, but you were not actively seeking. There was too much to do and you were around the age when dating could easily turn into settling down. It’s not that you were against being exclusive with someone and getting a head start on your family, you just wanted to enjoy whatever you could before your time was up. No boundaries, no stress, no worries. 

“BOO!” Your shoulders violently jerked forward as he shouted beside your ear.

“AHHH! ERIK! OH MY GOD!” You screamed loudly, jumping off the sofa and bumped into your coffee table. Being so deep in thought you hadn’t realized when he left the bathroom. “I can’t stand you, oh my gosh!” Your heart rate picked up even faster than it was before. 

He stood there crippling with laughing at your expense, “You looked bored. I-I- hahaha.”

“You are so not funny, Erik.”

“Bruh, I had to make sure you was aight.” His laughter wouldn’t cease. 

“So kill me with a heart attack instead? Yup, a real MIT graduate.” You rolled your eyes, still trying to calm your pounding chest. 

“I’m sorry. I ain’t expect you to get that scared.”

“You are real childish you know that.”

“Want a hug?” 

You frowned at him. 

“I’m sorry, for real.” His chuckles finally started to die down. “Come on, let’s go outside.”

Your frown turned into a look of confusion. “Go where?”

“Outside, I wanna play in the snow.”

It was your turn to laugh, Erik Stevens wanted to play in the snow. 

“I’m childish, right? Get your boots on and let’s go.”

“I’m gonna bust my ass, Erik.”

“You’ll be fine. Besides what else you got planned for us?”

“We had another movie to watch.”

 “On what, your laptop is dead.”

“We could’ve watched it on my phone.”

“(Y/n)… Get yo’ fuckin’ boots on and let’s go.”

“Who are you talking to?”

“I’ll put em on myself.” Wasting no time, he walks towards you with his hands out.

“Erik, stop!” You scream again as he lifts you off the ground with ease, carrying you to the front door. “Okay! I’ll put them on dammit!” 

He sets you down and puts on his own. 

“You’re gonna play in the snow with your Timbs on?”

“Yeah…” Erik blankly answers. 

“Alright, if they get damaged-“

“Imma buy a new pair, duh. You need to worry bout them uggs.”

“Okay!” You roll your eyes and slip on your sheepskin boots. He was truly something else. 

You both finish dressing for the cold weather, still thinking this idea was absolutely ridiculous. 

Ten flights of stairs and you both finally made it to the lobby. Outside was practically dead, and relatively dark since the street lights were also not working. Luckily, the moon was glowing nice and bright. There was a thick layer of fresh snow on the ground and more falling from the sky, piling on top. It was deep enough that you had to lift your feet more than usual to take a step. 

As soon as the both of your boots crunched in the snow, (something that you were hoping wouldn’t happen) you knew exactly what Erik’s intensions were bringing you outside.

“Erik, I just know you didn’t bring me out here to start a snowball fight.” Slowly, you turned around only to be met with a thick and cold block of snow sailing into your forehead along with Erik’s laughter. “Wow!”

You bent down gathering a thick cluster of snow in your hand, but he was already bending down gathering some more too. Your snowball went sailing in his direction, but he dodged in quickly and tossed his own into your right shoulder. 

“Gotta aim better than that, sweetheart.” He teased.

“Shut up!” You formed two this time to make sure you had enough to sail them at him quickly. “You are so childish!” 

“I know, but my aim ain’t.”

You threw the first one which landed by his right foot.

“Miss-“ But quickly tossed the second one that hit him under his chin and fell into his jacket.

“Don’t speak too soon, Stevens!” You chuckled watching him shake his body to get the snow out.

“Ahhh, that’s how you wanna play, huh?” His tone changed. Uh oh…

You quickly took cover behind one of the benches out front as Erik prepared his, and you did the same.

“Nah, ain’t no hiding (y/n), come on out. Fight me for real. I got a nice batch of snowballs with your name on them.”

“No you’re about to play dirty!” 

“What? Never!” 

You sailed three towards him, one making contact with his back and the other two hitting his legs. “Ha! Never doubt my aim ever again!” 

“Okay, okay, you mighta got me that time. But none hit me in the face, like these-“ The sound of him counting to three and three snowballs sailing through the air surprised you as they all hit some part of your head. 

“Ahhh!” You covered your head with your hands. “See! You play dirty!” 

“It ain’t dirty, do better!” 

His competitive side was really showing now. 

You both continued to sling snowballs at each other for the next ten minutes. You made a big one since you started to get tired and very cold, this had to be the big finisher. He had at least three snowballs down your shirt, and you just knew you were going to be sick the next morning.

Erik was posted at the side of the building, taking cover behind the brick wall. You were now behind a large planter box that properly covered your head this time. 

“Come on out, Erik! I’m tired!” 

“You first, (y/n)!” 

“Please, let’s call it a truce! I’m done.”

“Yeah, aight.”

“Please! I’m going inside now! Let’s go!”

“Truce, for real?”

“Yes, for real!”

You started walking towards the front door and stood there waiting for him to reveal himself. 

“Dang, you actually done? It seemed like you were having fun.”

“Yes, I’m ready to go in now! It’s frickin’ cold!” 

“Alright, fine.” He dropped the snowball that was in his hand and walked to the front opening the door with his security tag. But while he wasn’t looking you picked up your snowball and waited for him to turn around. “Let’s g-“

SMACK!

“YES!! Got yo’ motherfuckin’ ass!” You shouted and screamed with laughter. So pleased to watch the absolute shock on his face. Pieces of the snowball stuck to his beard and eyebrows, the rest slowly falling down. “Uh huh, that’s right! You thought I didn’t have it in me, but now look at you. Cold and goof-“

Your body fell back into the snow with his weight on top of you, catching you completely off guard. The snow sprang up into the air and right back down into your face as he tackled you. Not to hurt you, but you were still surprised.

It was everywhere, you had to spit the snow out and wipe it off with your already damp mittens. “Did you just-“ You stared at him wide eyed. 

He had a terrible grin on his face, “Since we wanna lie about truces…” You both started to play fight with each other, still throwing snow on each other even though he had the upper hand since he had you pinned down. 

“Okay! Okay! Truce! Truce! Please!” You begged because the cold was really starting to get to you. You sniffled, eyes watering from the wind. “Oh my God, please Erik I’m serious now I can’t do this anymore!”

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.” He boasted and lied down beside you staring into the night sky. At some point the snow stopped falling.

“You play too much.” You shook your head still lying down in the snow. “I can’t believe you really just tackled me. I got snow down my back now thanks to you.”

“Shouldn’t have lied about the truce, we woulda been inside all warm and bundled up. Now look at you.” 

“Whatever.” 

Both lying in the snow in silence, with you sniffling and him just breathing. The night sky was truly beautiful, it was hard to see the stars but there were a few. Surprisingly, you really enjoyed having a snowball fight with Erik. It made you feel like a child again, no worries, no stress, just fun. Despite your body really starting to shiver and shake, you almost didn’t want this moment to end. The air was so fresh, and you actually felt very energized. 

“(Y/n)?” He broke the silence.

“Hm?”

“Whatchu’ thinking about?”

Slightly turning your head to look Erik in the eyes, there that look was again so you turned away, shyly. “I’m just thinking about how much fun this actually was.” You smiled, “Like even though I’m about to catch hypothermia right now I almost don’t want this moment to end. I kind of wish we could stay here in this moment forever.” Your eyes widened, you didn’t want to look at Erik because what you said was so corny and knowing him he was definitely going to judge you. 

Instead you were left with silence. Beside you, the snow started crunching and you watched him stand up in your peripheral. You too started to stand and he helped you up, but he wouldn’t let go of your hands holding you in place to stare at him.

“Why do you keep looking away from me?”

“What are you talking about Erik?”

“Every time I look at you, you move your eyes away and act all shy and shit.”

“Ion know what you’re talking about-“ Your eyes shifted from his.

“See! Like that.” 

“Let’s just go inside. I wanna warm up first.”

He scoffed, “Aight.” 

It was quite painful to walk up the steps seeing as your legs started to get stiff due to the temperature. You completely forgot that your heater would not work due to the building being out, had you remembered you would not have gone outside and played in the snow like a child. 

Both of you stripped off your clothes in separate rooms and changed into something warm, but you were still cold. 

“Thanks a lot, Erik, I’m still freezing.”

“Shit don’t blame me.” He argued, slinging a new hoodie on. 

You pulled out a few blankets from your closet and sat beside Erik on the sofa. 

“So what now?” You asked through chattering teeth. 

“Get warm and go to sleep.”

“Well that’s great, if only I could get warm! This is why we should’ve stayed in and played 20 questions.”

He chuckled and opened his arms. “Come here.”

You stared at him, “Come where?”

“Here, in my arms. Duh… If you tryna get warm then we need to share body heat.”

You almost wanted to act like you didn’t want to be cuddled by Erik, but you gave in quickly scooting towards him. His arms were huge and muscular, and you just knew he would be comfy and give off enough heat.

He draped the covers over the both of your bodies, and pulled you in closer. “See, don’t you feel better already?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

“You wanna finish 20 questions?” 

“I thought it was a childish game though.”

“It is, but it kills time.” 

You chuckle, “I think it was my turn. Hmm… What was the worst thing that has ever happened to you and what was the best?” 

“Shit… Losing my parents by far was the worst. Ion wanna get into it.” He could tell you were about to inquire and ask him if he was okay, but Erik didn’t want anyone’s sympathies anymore. “The best… Bumping into you at the poetry slam.”

Your eyes widened. “What?” 

He sighed, “Come on, girl. You got to know by now.”

Your heart rate suddenly picked up again, and even though you were still somewhat cold your armpits started to sweat.

“I thought I made it obvious. I been giving you all these hints and you still ain’t notice? Ain’t you a university graduate as well?”

“Erik, I just-“ You paused for a moment, not really knowing how to respond, “I just thought you were joking. I feel like being flirty is in your character so I ain’t know for certain!”

“Yeah, okay.” He responds. 

“I’m serious!” 

“I know, maybe you just a little slow. That’s aight.”

“Shut up, Erik.” You gently elbowed him in the abs in which he laughs, causing you to bounce with his movements. 

“Look, I like you a lot. I thought you were good looking, might get a quick nut or something… But then you actually had the guts to cuss at me, that was sexy, ya know. But then I actually got to know you, and you cool. Real cool. I enjoy my time with you, (Y/n).” Erik had a grin on his face as he was explaining. “And from what you said outside, you must feel the same, huh?”

You’ve never really been shy in front of Erik, but all of a sudden you felt like you wanted to hide. “I… Yeah. I do.” 

He chuckled, “Good.”

“That’s it, just good?”

“Well damn, ma, what you want me to say? Thank God, she finally admitted that she want a nigga like me! Nah girl, I’m happy and shit, but this ain’t a movie.”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes for the one-hundredth time today. “Sure…” 

“So you my girl now?”

“I guess so.”

The both of you paused and stayed silent for a good ten seconds.

He busts out laughing and you do the same. “This shit anti-climactic as fuck.”

“It’s what we get for being bougie. Always expecting more.”

“Ha, you right. You know, I ain’t even mad at this.” 

“Me either.” You agreed and yawned. 

He kissed your forehead and pulled you closer, “Goodnight, (y/n).” 

“Goodnight, Erik. Thank you for spending all of this time with me, I really appreciate it.”

“Same, I appreciate you.” 

His words made you smile as you drifted off into a deep sleep, finally warming up in his big embrace. Soon he too followed.   

(Start/Finish: January 6, 2021 - December 11, 2021)

When I tell you guys this actually took me an entire year to write LOL! I put down writing for so long because of writers block, being unmotivated to write for ungrateful sites and also I just didn’t know how I wanted to end this story.

Initially I wasn’t even going to make them end up as a couple, it was more supposed to be  friends who are a tad bit flirty but not for real.

It’s funny I started this story off by saying Happy New Year and I guess I’ll end it off that way too. 

Hopefully 2022 is a better year cuz these last two… ghettoooooo! 

Thank you for reading!

[meteor752]

The Double life children Headcanons 2, Electric Boogaloo

The babs are back, and they’re more sad than ever 🥳

Here’s a link to the first post with the babies, and here’s the first post with the headcanons

Wes hates being called either Weston or Wesley, or anything like that. His name is just Wes, simple as that, but Novo, Liana, and Jassy all love calling him elongated versions of his name to mess with him. Sometimes they go the extra mile and making up names, like Wessica or Wessandra. It’s the easiest way to rile him up

Novo takes his superstition extremely far. He refuses to leave his home if it’s Friday the 13th, he doesn’t walk under ladders, he puts a lot of faith into four clovers and rabbit feet, Black cats must die, he barely interacts with mirrors in fear of smashing them, he knocks on wood after almost every sentence, he always has salt to throw over his shoulder, he is ecstatic when his palm itches, y’all get the gist. Neither of his parents are particularly superstitious, not anyone around him, so it’s a mystery of where it comes from. He just simply puts a lot of trust in simple luck

Wes is the only one who kinda understands Novo and his superstition. Because of his OCD, Wes is always keeping things straight and orderly, he washes his hands obsessively and tries to keep things clean, he always asks for reassurance by people, he’s always counting things for no reason, he needs his things rearranged in a certain way or else he will cry, he panics over even the smallest decisions because he doesn’t want to make the wrong choice, etc. Novo and Wes don’t question the things the other just feels a need to do, and they find comfort in each other because of it.

Jassy is a big horror fan. She loves reading horror novels in the bowel of the Relation, the multitude of candles as the only light source only adding to the atmosphere. As a bab Joel used to tell her the most horrific stories he could come up with about The Wither, and The Ender Dragon, and The Deep Dark and such. Etho was horrified when he walked in on it one day. Jassy tried to share her interest with Liana when they were teens, and the poor gal couldn’t sleep for a week.

Gertrude on the other hand loves romantic stories. BigB used to tell her these sweet love stories about princesses in castles and knights coming to rescue them (And Ren had his own stories about Kings and their Hands falling in love while defending their homeland), and Gertrude was just enamored. She may be this tough tomboy gal with a chillaxed attitude and not a care in the world, but a happy ending always makes her cry. As a kid she used to fantasize about a charming charismatic man sweeping her off her feet like in the romance stories she reads, and while Novo isn’t exactly what she’d imagined (Partly because he’s 4’11 and twig and she’s 6’5 and bulky as all heck), she wouldn’t trade her gremlin boyfriend for anything.

Jekiv’s zombie-ness makes him unable to sleep. He physically can’t, he just doesn’t get tired like the rest of the people on the server. When he was a baby this was a pain in the ass for Cleo and Scott (And Novo when he wasn’t with Pearl), as Jekiv got bored during the nights with no one to entertain him which resulted in him screaming and crying for attention. Cleo (Who still needed sleep, Jekiv just has messed up Pineal glands or something) almost went insane during this time, trying to keep her fussy baby quiet. As Jekiv grew older he found ways to entertain himself during the nights, like hunting, fishing, reading, farming, or building. Sometimes he spends the whole night with Wes, listening to his heartbeat and breathing all night. It calms him, and Wes likes the cuddles, so it’s a Win-Win situation.

When Liana hatched, she was absolutely disgusting looking, and I say that in the most affectionate way. But like, she was hatched all fleshy and pink and gross because, well, she’s a bird and they are very ugly when first hatched. Scar, who was expecting a fluffy feathery mini-Grian baby actually yelped when he first laid eyes on her, thinking she’d hatched too early. It took just a few weeks for her feathers to grow in though, and then she was just the fluffiest bab either of them had ever seen.

Jassy’s hair is a huge mystery to everyone on the server. She has ridiculous hairstyles that should in no way be possible*, even less stay up as long as it does. She enjoys styling her hair in weird updos, it’s a weird hobby, and Jekiv and Liana enjoys studying the logistics of her hair, so again, Win-Win all around.

*Google ‘Ridiculous anime hairstyles’ or something, and then you get an idea of what Jassy looks like. Her hair defy the laws of gravity and she sees nothing wrong with it

As a tot, Johnny was a wanderer. He never sat still, always going where his nose was pointing, not a single care in the world. This was a problem, because the Ranch is located right by a ravine, and there’s a ton of animals there that could trample him, and a forest that was dark enough to spawn mobs. What I’m basically saying here, is that Johnny was a leash kid. Some of the other pairs made fun of Jimmy and Tango for not being able to keep track of their kid, but like it was the only option, they look away for literally two seconds and he’s gone, toddling away after a butterfly or something. Sometimes he’d slip out of the leash however, which lead to his dads chasing after him like he’s a baby at a construction site in a Looney Toons cartoon.

Despite being nearly adults (Or like actually adults, I have no clue how old the babs are supposed to be okay), Johnny and Gertrude love to roughhouse. They’ve both got some animalistic instincts in them (Gertrude being a dog and Johnny a fecking demon), and you know sometimes you just gotta tussle with the homies. They’re both quite aggressive and it could be a bit scary to watch if you don’t know they’re just doing it for fun, but they do know their limits. Gertrude is usually the one who wins, since she’s so much physically stronger than him, but if Johnny gets riled up enough that demonic wrath will kick in and then she’s in trouble.

Liana swears like a sailor, and has been doing so her entire life. She could stub her toe against a table and spout out a row swear words that makes even the toughest bitch blush, and Grian always gasps in shock and fricking clutches his pearls like an upper class old white lady whenever she does, wherever he may be on the server. It’s the instinct of a strict parent that kicks in.

Lianas favorite parent is Scar, Wes’ is Impulse, Gertrudes is Ren, Jassys is Etho, Novos is Pearl, Jekivs is Cleo, and Johnny doesn’t have a favorite because he’s the only one who grew up with a healthy and steady relationship with both of his parents. Surprisingly, Johnny is the most well adjusted and stable person of the kids, probably on the entire server actually. He’s just here to play the banjo and cuddle his goats, and we love him for it

All the kids used to talk about what they’d want to do when they were old enough to leave the dl server as babs. Jassy and Jekiv wanted to compete in tournaments, Novo wanted to be apart of MCC that his dad often talked about, Wes, Gertrude, and Liana all wanted to join Hermitcraft, and Johnny wanted to start his own server to settle down in. Once they actually got old enough to be allowed to leave the server, and discovered that it was impossible for them, all their dreams were promptly crushed. It was a sad day on the server

In hindsight, the kids are absolutely terrifying. They’re technically all gifts from god, none of them can die (unless their parents do but they don’t even know that), two of them are actual demons, one of them is an undead rotting corpse, one is a star elf who’s absolutely insane, one’s a fucking werewolf, one is a professional assassin and one can swindle you out of all of your possessions and can probably find a way to buy your soul, plus two of them are absolutely jacked and one can speak with Wardens, aka a demonic beast on the underworld. It’s probably good that they weren’t able to leave the server, they could all take over the world with barely any effort.

And yeah that’s it. This is probably the last thing I’ll do with the kids, unless I decide to actually write something with them. Also I thought I’d say this now, yea you’re allowed to make fanart or other fan content of them, I’ve had people contact me and ask if they can and it’s totally cool, just credit me (And tag me because I wanna see :D)

If you made it this far, then I’m treating you with more “Final” designs of the kids under the cut. Except, I can’t draw so I have to make do

Again, kinda rough designs but I still like em :)

[samsoncaine]

*SOME PEOPLE CALL ME ‘TENDER-HEARTED,’ BUT WHO WOULDN’T THINK IT CRUEL TO DIP ANIMAL CRACKERS IN HOT COFFEE?

*NAME: Samson “Sonny” Caine. *AGE: 34. *OCCUPATION: Owner of One Man’s Trash & political activist. *AFFILIATION: Jolly Rogers. *PINTEREST: here !!

»»» graffiti on a brick wall that gets passed by daily, with only the sharpest of eyes noticing how it grows and changes over time; a cat with limbs outstretched, basking in their favorite spot in the sun; fresh-cut flowers wrapped in parchment paper; the desperate belief in angel numbers as signs from above; the loving way a parent blows on their child’s hot food; small gifts given ‘just because’; a candle used to the very bottom of the wick, yet curiously kept; silent tears of glitter and pearl; the quiet spark of revolution; a hero for hire.

BASICS, HISTORY, & EXTRAS UNDER THE CUT !!

*BASICS.

NAME: Samson Bodhi Acharya Caine

NICKNAMES: Sonny, Robin Hood

AGE: 34

D.O.B.: tbd ( but getting water / air sign vibes )

GENDER / PRONOUNS: Cisgender man / he & they

BIRTHPLACE: tbd

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Whitechapel, London

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, Gujarati, conversational French

AFFILIATION: Jolly Rogers.

OCCUPATION: Owner of One’s Man Trash, political activist.

EDUCATION: B.A. in Social Sciences & M.A. in Politics & Contemporary History ( King’s College )

SEXUALITY: pansexual panromantic af

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: falls in love 15 times a day, acts accordingly 0 times ( aka single af )

CHILDREN: None, aside from his plants and his cat

POSITIVE TRAITS: affable, congenial, compassionate, engaging, just

NEUTRAL TRAITS: curious, tender-hearted, subversive, unassuming

NEGATIVE TRAITS: credulous, duplicitous, indecisive, self-deprecating

CHARACTER INSPS: Matt Murdock / Daredevil, Robin Hood, Orpheus, Frodo Baggins, Dominic Carisi, Freddie McClair

*HISTORY.

Sonny, born Samson Bodhi Acharya-Caine, was destined for greatness if greatness alone could be determined by one’s namesake. Given the names of two male predecessors upon birth, the men in question were Samson Caine, his paternal grandfather and the original proprietor of the once-celebrated vintage shop now affectionately called One Man’s Trash; and Bodhi Acharya, his mother’s beloved brother and famed political activist in their native Gujarat. Although the names were meant as honorifics, they instead became a seeming predetermination of Samson’s present-day fate, resulting in a young man resigned to living in the in-betweens of life. 

Through his father’s work as a businessman and his mother’s as a political interpreter, Samson’s youth was filled with travel, art, and culture, and he grew up idolizing both parents in equal, heartfelt measure. Perhaps it was a side effect of the scenery, but during those blissful formative years, the boy was happily committed to following in his parents’ footsteps and quickly learned the interconnected value of business, politics, and interpersonal relationships. It all came naturally, really. He was charismatic, affable, and forward-thinking with an innate sense of justice, and though it was tempting to turn sullen when his parents announced their separation and later divorced, he soon found a new reason to remain sunny: his newborn half-sister, the light of his life — and the very person who christened him with his favored nickname after attempts to teach it to her went delightfully wrong. 

The next two decades saw him grow further into the smart, compassionate boy he’d always been. He graduated secondary school top of his class, and was the recipient of a full ride to King’s College which later landed him a job on the staff of a promising young politician. However, government lost its lustre once one awoke to the reality of how dirty it could get, and after enough scandals wracked the politician he poured his heart, soul, and work into, Samson ( as he’d elected to be called then ) resigned from the job, name inextricably linked to a series of failures and falsehoods. 

He’d always had the heart of a martyr, willing to take the blows if it meant the betterment of others — but this time, it simply seemed impossible to get back into the ring. In the aftermath of the scandals, his name was spoken in hushed whispers within the political realm, always attached to another’s sins, and with every denied application for a low-level role within government or rejection to work some hotshot kid’s political campaign, his martyrdom cemented itself as he resigned from politics altogether. 

The sacrifice came at a fortuitous, though undeniably tenuous, time, what with his father’s ailing health resulting in the struggling family business the man had reluctantly taken over just a few years prior. Sonny, ever the altruist, already had one foot in the door even before his father revealed why the business was important: One Man’s Trash, once a charming vintage shop by a more appealing name, had fallen into the hands of the Jolly Rogers — or, more accurately, his father had, reeling from a few bad investments that put his children’s financial future in jeopardy. After all, one child was lost in the woods of life while the other had just taken her fledgling steps in a career filled with no shortage of risks and instability.

Sonny, no longer wanting to cause his family worry, and unwilling to put his sister at risk, agreed to take on the ownership and management of One Man’s Trash, and has ever since been a member of the Jolly Rogers. Four years later, and he transformed the JR’s favored meeting spot into half-shop, half-bar. He wasn’t an experienced salesperson, but his innate charisma and knack for befriending the unlikeliest of strangers has made him many a sale. In his own way, he still fights for the underdog, most commonly through hosting grassroots events on the bar’s off-nights and taking from the rich to give to the poor. It’s for that reason he was appointed the codename of ‘Robin Hood,’ and in general, he doesn’t shy away from doing what the Jolly Rogers ask of him as long as they don’t interfere with his own goals for the betterment of the city. However, with the recent revelation of trifold corruption at every possible level of London society, Sonny knows he’ll soon have to pick a side: willing hero or reluctant villain.

*HEADCANONS.

Sonny is covered with tattoos. Some are ones he’s given himself, while others are simply ones collected throughout the years. His favorite one changes every day ( if not every hour ), but he has a particular soft spot for the first one he got in tribute to his sister — a medium-sized rendering of the cover of a book he used to read her to sleep.

Despite having a relatively slight frame, Sonny regularly competes in amateur boxing matches within the middle-weight class. This is a secret he tries to keep from those closest to him, and a revelation that generally comes as a surprise given his impressively calm, jovial demeanor. His aptitude for boxing came about after he quit his first job, and has remained one of his side hustles since then — and a somewhat healthy way to get his frustration with the world out. He has never admitted aloud that it happens to be something that he enjoys, and tries to hide his identity when competing.

Outside of the ring and in his everyday life, Sonny’s a bit of an extravagant dresser. Though it comes with the territory of owning an antiques shop, and certainly helps to sell interested buyers on the fantasy of it all, he enjoys experimenting with his personal style and often personalizes his wardrobe with ironed-on patches and hand-painted slogans. One of his most signature pieces are his red-lensed sunglasses, which also happen to assist with his acute color blindness.

His favorite section of One Man’s Trash is the books section, most especially the vintage comics. As a young kid, he grew up envisioning himself in the role of superhero, particularly when it became clear that there simply weren’t too many heroes walking around with his complexion or various other facets of his identity. Sometimes, he’ll even toss in a comic for free along with a patron’s purchase — something that he thinks will resonate with that person or provide them with a story they might need to hear.

[ambrial-blog]

After the confrontation with the sisters, Blitz is turned into a black cat Like Thackery Binx.  Fizzorolli,  betrayed Blitz. going to a voodoo priest  he learnt the dark arts of voodoo/hoodoo magic. He uses these new abilities to lure Blitzo’s sister into the woods so the Sanderson sister’s could drain her lifeforce. .  Fizzorolli, is the one who gives Winifred Sanderson her book of spells and curses bound in the flesh of a deadman.   It would be he, who would keep the immortal black cat for himself as payment of helping the Sanderson sisters. Blitzo, the bombastic imp like child, turned into a black furball- detested the jester. Often hiding from the charismatic warlock. who had a hand in turning him into the form a little black cat. A curse: to live with his guilt for eternity Three Thousand years pass, like a blink of an eye.  both immortal sinners are pinned against each other-.  Blitz does his best to remain vigilant keeping an eye on Winnie’s book and guarding the black flame candle.

*Suddenly with a new arrival of a new family: The Savitar’s:  a royal prestigious family  of Ares Goetic demons.  moved into the Sleep Hollows of Salem Massachusetts. Prince Stolas of the Ares Goeita  was caught up in a vicious divorce with his cold hearted, bitch of a wife. Stella.  Together they a brought their beloved daughter Octavia into this world, unfortunately their marriage fell apart soon after.   Stolas had went to hellhound adoption agency. Adopting Loona.  Octavia had talked the hellhound into breaking into the Sanderson sister’s cottage house. on one dark, cold and rainy night. ”Are you sure about this Via” Loona asks. stepping through the threshold of the house. “it looks lived in” says Loona.  batting a cobweb from her face. ”It been calling to me again,  I can’t explain it” Octavia answers.  “there is something here wanting to be found-” ”Please Loona, it won’t take long” ”You’ve heard the stories A Warlock is said to be living here, he could be down in the basement right now- working on an experiment. ”You’ve been watching those late night horror movies again.

As Octavia searches for anything  that she could steal and sell on the black market for a small profit.  A pair of amber eyes watches her from the shadows. ”Gross!, Via get away from that thing!” Loona barks  eyeing a small malnourished kitten. with a green ribbon tied around his neck. and a small chain link leash attached to the wall. His eyes were golden amber and their was a small heart-Shaped tattoo.  The right side of his face was matted with blood and it appeared he had his paw stuck in a bear trap. The Warlock’s most valued treasure.  Fizz would often torture him, using him in spells and hexes. the feline wouldn’t die. Once Fizz bashed his head in to collect some blood. Blitz would be fine the next morning. Fizzorolli would leave saucers of milk, three fat rats and if he was feeling generous  he would leave a small line of catnip. But the milk would sour, the putrid stench of rotting corpses of those plague infested rodents would go untouched. But the line of catnip would be smudged.

Via noticed, that the kitten’s head was bandaged over one eye. Blitz feels betrayed by Fizz. his disdain growing each day. the ribbon shone: emerald in the dim lighting. Resembling a choker with a small skull attached to it. Octavia wrinkled his nose at the sour smell of spoiled cream. Via rubs the side of his face noticing the bloodstained bandages. ”There, there little one your safe now” ”Loona! she whispers “come here, come look what I found” ”Kind of weak ain’t he Via” Loona answers. “He look like he’ll kill over anytime are you sure you won’t to take him home, shouldn’t we put him out of his misery?” ”Loona! Octavia scolded. narrowing her eyes hand me that match I’ll show you, I’ll take care of him, just like I take care of you or do you want to go live with my mother?” ”Fine, but he’s your responsibility and if you mom finds him don’t come crying to me” Loona hands her a match and Octavia lights the black flame candle. Illuminating the room.  the book began to blink the sleep from his eyes as Blitzo mewled in disapproval as Octavia worked hastily believing the owner of the house would return in a haste. .  She frees Blitz: from the bear trap  ripping the chain out from the wall. and gently places him in her bag. ”He’s going to bleed everywhere” Loona warns her.  But the owlet ignores her and dashes for the door. as the ground began to rumble. Flashes of Red, green and Indigo temporarily blind the girls. Loona grabs Octavia’s wrist and hauls ass dragging the princess behind her, she didn’t stop until she was sure they weren’t being followed*

[aerltarg]

Targlingsweek 2021

Day 7: Rhaenys, Aegon and Jon

(ver. 1, ver. 2)

Headcanons under the cut

They're an amazing team where everyone complements other two. Rhaenys, the smartest one, skilled in so many different things. Jon, brave and feral. Aegon, the most charismatic and attentive.

Rhaenys overthinks things? Aegon and Jon are always here to remind her that not everything is that deep and serious. Aegon is looking for new ideas? Rhaenys and Jon can always suggest different plans, both smart and crazy. Jon is going to punch someone? Rhaenys and Aegon are always ready either to stop him or to help him both to fight this someone or to hide the body lmao

They're protective of each other. Practice shows that if you talk shit about any of them or their family, you'll mysteriously need the maester's help very soon. Like. Very soon.

Rhaenys started to read and write earlier than both of her brothers. She still does it better than them as well as math.

Aegon is the fastest one and no one could beat him at playing catch-up as children. Jon was the best at hide-and-seek, though. He hid and kept silence too well.

When they were boys, Aegon used to have long hair and Jon short. But when they grew up, they kinda switched hairstyles for their own reasons. Rhaenys thinks it's hilarious anyway.

Also in the AUs where Jon gets his Targ name he would be Aemon. We'd have best bros Egg and Aemon ver 2, where the first becomes a king too but the latter doesn't have to go to Night's Watch for this since he's younger this time.

Some people would be surprised by Aegon's and Jon's interest in plants but the truth is that they only want to please Rhaenys. Thanks to them her collection of rare plants grows bigger with each passing year.

When they were kids, they could spend whole nights long sitting among dragon skulls and telling each other scary stories with only a single candle in darkness. Their favourite one was, of course, the skull of Balerion the Black Dread, the biggest of all. They even tried to sit inside.

Their favourite hobby when they were little was harassing fangirling over Kingsguard. No one could escape them. Though Lewyn's always been quite fond of children, Barristan has been a bit awkward but still very patient around them, and others suffered but didn't complain. Except for Arthur Dayne who had to go through much more royal kids' attention as their father's best friend, a super famous knight and the Sword of the Morning who could show them the legendary Dawn. He sighed from time to time that no one had warned him about this when he was joining Kingsguard but everyone knew he was only joking. Arthur was like a second father to these adorable dragon kids, after all, and couldn't really get mad at them. And if he had to show them Dawn twice a week and go through all this noise every time, then so be it.

Dany is, in fact, like another sibling to them, the youngest one. They played, learnt and laughed together all the time, and they're still very close now, when all of them are adults already. If you want to mess with any of them, be ready to deal with the whole Targlings gang.

Because of the small age gap Viserys is also more like a brother than an uncle to them. His temper isn't the easiest one but they get on well anyway, thanks to Rhaella's care and efforts too.

Making Rhaella upset is a big no-no in Targaryen family. Both as kids and later adults they've tried their best to keep beloved mother and grandmother happy. Sometimes she looks so sad when thinks no one is watching and remembers the past. During these moments Rhaenys is always here with her plants, books and songs as well as Aegon with his funny stories about people he's met today, Jon with his silent but so sincere and warm support, Dany with her smiles and hugs, and Viserys too. Sometimes even Rhaegar when he's free of his duties. Not that Rhaella really needs all this. She always forgets about sadness around her beautiful children and grandchildren and can't help but smile.

When Jon got Ghost, the whole family got a new interesting hobby aka watching Balerion and Ghost interact. Balerion was older and acted a bit patronizing towards Ghost when he was only a silent and stubborn fluffy baby. Well, to be honest, Balerion still does act like that but now it's even more hilarious because Ghost is almost as big as a horse and Balerion hasn't changed at all. Dany and Rhaenys can't help but sigh how cute they are, a small black cat and a giant white direwolf being protective friends.

When they were visiting North, Rhaenys surprisingly found in herself a snow ball fighting talent. Aegon and Jon didn't stand a chance.

Once they travelled to the Wall with their family and spent so much time with Maester Aemon, their great-granduncle, plus-minus generation, so interesting and amazing that they didn't want to leave in the end. All of them, including Dany, write letters to him since then.

Targlings music band regularly gives concerts for their biggest fan Rhaella. Rhaegar joins them sometimes, Dany tries to sing and is pretty good at it, and Viserys tries this and that but never loses enthusiasm.

(In the Happier AU Dany hatches six eggs instead of three, and both generations of Targlings ride dragons together. RIP Others)

[libbystcwart]

MEET LIBBY STEWART!

Works at Polished Brass Market. Aspiring interior designer. Loves boutiques, small towns, and southern accents.

HER BIOGRAPHY!

As long as you’re someone who says pecan right, likes pet names, and ignores Libby stealing your fries – you’ll get along with her just fine. She’s a pretty laid back gal who enjoys movie nights with her friends, hanging out on her front porch swing, and listening to her favorite music.

HER PINTEREST!

HER CONNECTIONS!

HER HOUSE!

HER TINDER!

HER STATS!

BASICS

FULL NAME: elizabeth ‘libby’ marie stewart

NICKNAME: libby. you could call her any other variation of elizabeth, but she won’t respond.

GENDER: cis woman, she/her pronouns

DATE OF BIRTH: november 23, 1988

AGE: 34

HOMETOWN: thomasville, georgia

OCCUPATION: antique picker for the polished brass market, aspiring interior designer

RELIGION: christian, non practicing

ETHNICITY: white

LOCATION: merrock, maine

HOUSING: lives in a farmhouse that she fixed up in the rural countryside

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS

MOTHER: daisy stewart (momma)

MOTHER: robin stewart (ma)

SIBLINGS

BROTHER: benjamin stewart

SISTER: mallory stewart

SISTER: kallie stewart

CHILDREN: freida rose, deceased

OTHER FAMILY: tons of extended family

PETS: ruby, her dog. bacon, her pig. slim jim, her cat.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

CURRENT PARTNER: none

PAST PARTNERS: lincoln scott, ex husband

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: loving, artistic, adventurous, motivating, intuitive, helpful, charismatic, loyal, generous, affectionate, compassionate, protective, resourceful, expressive.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: meddlesome, impatient, stubborn, opinionated, self-destructive, absent-minded, fickle, mischievous, self-doubting, spontaneous, guarded, cynical, faithless.

THINK OF: jess day (new girl), lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls), chandler bing (friends), leslie knope (parks and rec)

FAVORITE MOVIE: steel magnolias

FAVORITE SONG: light on by maggie rogers

FAVORITE EMOJI: 🙈

FAVORITE ANIMAL: bunnies

FAVORITE PERSON: her brother, benjamin  

FAVORITE HOBBIES:  scrolling through the missed connections page in craigslist, spending time looking through flea markets, learning how to fix a car herself so she doesn’t have to go to a mechanic, maybe secretly learning new dallas cowboys cheerleader dance routines from youtube videos in her bedroom when no one is watching?

LIKES: rainstorms, fireworks, poetry, small towns, dancing, photography, dogs, chocolate ice cream, flea markets, fresh flowers, taylor swift, candles, hanging out with friends, being extremely productive, sunsets, homemade meals, milkshakes, old movies, instagram, bubble baths, winning bets (and winning in general), cats, freshly baked pastries, getting her hair done, red wine, post-it notes, colorful pens, decorative pillows, road trips, animal prints, shopping, pinterest, magnolias, sunglasses, lana del rey, charm bracelets, citrus scents, being wrapped in a blanket, dipping french fries in ice cream, filled sketchbooks, cinnamon toast, braids, sleeping, long drives, clothes fresh out of the dryer, karaoke, thrift stores, long car rides, listening to the same album over and over again, big smiles, golden hour, the smell of coffee, fields of grass, fixer uppers, polaroids, blanket forts, southern accents, and worn out paperback books.

DISLIKES: cold weather, friends who don’t text back, conservative people, sweet potatoes, spiders, heavy conversations, change she can’t control, public speaking, putting sheets on a bed, hospitals, being told to calm down, wet socks, axe spray, math, therapists, being the center of attention, hearing people cough or sneeze, being awake before the sun rises, cemeteries, sitting in traffic, people who don’t say please and thank you, public restooms, loud sirens, big insects, golf, dating apps, dirty sheets, needles, feeling overwhelmed.

FUN FACTS ABOUT HER

She’s impatient, which stems from her being a very prompt person. If she expects something within a certain amount of time, she’ll be on the person to get it to her by then or will throw more or less of a fit. It’s a terrible way to be, especially now that she’s an adult, but she’s trying to shake herself out of it.

Ever since she was a little girl, Libby had a taste for theatrics. She was always spinning stories and telling them in an over-dramatic way. Her knack for exaggerating things often got her called a drama queen, but she didn’t mind. In her head, it was better than being boring. She was involved in theater when she was in school and played the lead once.

If she’s not working on a project then she’s most likely at home and just chilling in her room. She’s a homebody, so she’s usually laying on her bed with Fleetwood Mac in the background. You can also find her rummaging through things at flea markets or thrift stores. She likes hanging out and volunteering at animal shelters, too.

She naturally helps anyone that’s in need. She listens and makes sure people feel heard. Despite however many projects she is working on or how many things she’s worried about, if a friend needs her, she is able to turn off everything else and give them her full attention. And without a doubt, she puts everyone else before herself – almost to a fault. Or to a fault, you decide. It doesn’t matter if you’re her best friend or a stranger. Libby takes it upon herself to take care of everyone around her before even starting to think about what she needs. Her mom, Daisy, has always said she’s been that way.

When it comes to packing for a trip, Libby has a tendency to overpack. It isn’t out of a superfluous nature, either. Simply, her mind will wander and rationalize each and every item that gets put into her suitcase – even if the situation imagined is highly unlikely. “You never know,” she’ll say.

If we’re being honest, she’s not too fussed about how she looks. She always has soft and simple makeup, usually going for a more natural look. Libby’s hair is typically kept about past shoulder length and is blonde, as seen here. She’s been a blonde since high school. Her natural hair color is brown. she loves to play with braids, headbands, and updos. She has recently chopped her hair and added some bangs. However, she can be a bit insecure so she’ll hide behind the security blanket that is her hair. for her style, even when she was young, she knew she loved wearing flowers and dresses, so her outfits mostly consists of such. She’s just not one to spend an hour doing her makeup or hair, just because it takes up too much of her time.

In theory, Libby wants to be the type of person that’s friends with everyone. In reality, that’s a lot more difficult than it seems. Because of her past, she’s guarded and doesn’t let people in easily, so while she can be nice to someone she just met, she’s going to hold everyone at arm’s length unless they can worm their way into her heart. I’d like to think she has a tight knit group of friends that are like her ride or die and she’s lucky they put up with her, but other than that, I’m going to say there’s not a lot of close friends but she’d definitely have a lot of acquaintances and she’d make an effort to get to know people because she’s curious. Or just nosy, but same thing. 

PLOTTING FOR LIBBY!

An approximate timeline for Libby!

From birth to age 23: spent her life in Thomasville, Georgia

From 23 to 26: Boston, Massachusetts - attended MASSArt

From age 26 to present: Merrock, Maine

All of the friends. She has been in Merrock for years now and Libby likes being surrounded by good company. For that reason, she’s done a fairly good job with making herself a collection of friends since she got here. Libby’s nothing short of a handful, but she’s an honest sort with a pretty big heart who enjoys making others happy (or at least getting them to laugh). She can be everywhere at once when it comes to the company that she keeps, and because of that she probably doesn’t have many particularly close friends, but instead a large pool of friends or at least people she enjoys spending her time with (whether they feel the same about her or not).

While she can sometimes be a tad too intrusive, she rarely shares much about herself that she considers too 'heavy’. The kind of person that would suggest waving away issues instead of confronting them (or just jumping in headfirst without much thought), she’s probably not the best person to go to for solid advice but she does a good enough job of making those she cares about feel better, even if it’s only for a little while.

Surprisingly not that big on the party scene, but she does frequent such spaces since she likes having the company around, so she’s probably gathered a fair amount of party friends during her stay here.

Beware of Libby when she’s in a mood. She’s prone to jealousy, and is prickly when she feels that her freedom is being impeded upon. She hates to be told what to do and so anyone who tries will be met with her wicked temper. She can be quite aggressive and stubborn, which makes her a nightmare during arguments. She doesn’t know when to give up.

Complicated doesn’t even begin to cut what the love department has become for her. Outside of going on dates here and there and maybe one or two short-lived flings, Libby hasn’t really had too much of a love life since she moved to Merrock. While she’s always loved Lincoln, they’ve been separated for years now. She’d been hoping that Lincoln would follow her to Merrock to work out their differences. Lincoln’s her childhood love and high school sweetheart. They didn’t get together until high school, but he was her first kiss (a dare when she was eight) and pretty much first everything – including heartbreak. Truth is, she left him because they had too many issues and she pretty much gave up on them. Her need to leave Thomasville took over and he seemed to not want to leave their little town. She hasn’t had the heart to sign divorce papers, even though she knows she should. Now she’s planning on settling down again, but doesn’t know if it’ll be with her first love or someone new.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

IF YOU GO DOWN, I’M GOING’ DOWN TOO! - I would love for Libby to have a ride or die best friend in Merrock. Someone who she can confide in, who knows her deepest secrets, and her past. - LIVVY HARTMAN

YOU’RE DRUNK, GO HOME! - Became friends after a creep at the bar tried to make a move on one of them. They really didn’t get along before then for whatever reason, but became closer after that encounter.

YOUNGER SIBLING TYPE FRIENDSHIP - Basically a younger sibling to Libby. Someone who Libby is very protective of, and treats them as if they are family even if they aren’t.

WORKOUT BUDS - Libby is a huge fan of cycling and pilates. It helps her ease her mind if she’s had a busy week or if she’s been feeling her grief a little too much.

BAD BLOOD - For whatever reason, they absolutely cannot stand each other.

GOOD INFLUENCE - Someone that is a positive asset to her life. someone who helps her make the right decisions.

BAD INFLUENCE - They can convince her to do make poor decisions, and let loose a little too much, but they care for each other.

IN DISTRESS - They live right down the road from each other and whenever they need something, they’ll call each other.

YIN-YANG - They’re each other’s total opposite but they encourage and balance each other out. 

LOVE/HATE - They’re friends who get along, usually. Sometimes they’ll yell and fight but they typically always make up.

FLIRTATIONSHIP - They flirt a lot and maybe something could happen between them, but above all else, they really care for each other.

HOOKUP - While they get on just fine, they do spend an awful lot of time together at night and are two attractive people who can get bored.

EXES WHO ENDED ON BAD TERMS - They dated or were at least seeing each other at one point in time, but their relationship ended awfully because of something. Maybe because they found out Libby was still legally married? Who knows, we could always plot something out!

HER ESTRANGED HUSBAND, LINCOLN SCOTT - So, I’m definitely going to create a wanted connection for this once I get more settled in, but I’d really like to request Libby’s estranged husband. They were high school sweethearts who became teen parents. I’m sure there were periods of time where they were broken up or on a break (cue Ross Gellar screaming) that she canoodled with some other people, and now that they’ve been separated for quite some time, no doubt there has been some hookups and flings. She still loves her husband and wants to make it work, but she’s also a realist and knows that it might not happen. She’s at the stage where she needs to figure out if she needs to reach out to him or just move on from him completely.

[namusthetic]

The four witches of Greenheaven

Despite the different personalities they have the strongest bond and together protect Greenheaven and its inhabitants.

Cassandra, the nocturnal witch

Always saying they want to be alone but actually enjoys spending time with friends, deathly loyal, mind over heart because cannot afford to hurt again, cold but fragile like glass, empathic but this doesn't mean they care, complains when their friends come visit but secretly enjoys it, damaged, but because of that even more beautiful, quiet whispers and sarcasm, helps out lost ghosts in exchange for interesting stories, dresses and clothes from another time, black humor and sharp remarks, in love with Shakespeare

Aesthetic: dried up roses and specks of dust floating in the morning light, old abandoned houses frozen in time, the howling of the wolves at the moon, trembling candles and silver rings, dragon breath and foggy November mornings, black tea with rose blossoms, faded photographs and the echo of  clock chimes, lace cuffs and black cardigans, dramatic black witchy hats, poetry books worn out from use, biting their lip until it bleeds

Song: ilomilo by Billie Eilish

Miranda, the celestial witch

Always with their head in the clouds, curious, easily bored and easily distracted, prefers willful ignorance over harsh reality, dreamer, always fascinated by the most simple things, sees entire worlds and deep meanings where nobody else would, charismatic, forgetful and a bit clumsy, the one people come for advice, 'yes, but what if...', keeps a journal, driven by curiosity, spends hours talking with the elves, has the oddest sleeping schedules, fascinated by humankind

Aesthetic: dangling earrings with the sun and the moon, earl grey tea and milk, dusty shelves full of old books, libraries and soft whispers, bright eyes sparkled alive by curiosity, bronze rimmed dresses, reading by the fire on rainy autumn days, steam and the sound of quill writing on paper, fairylights, stars painted on the ceiling, dew on a spiderweb on a early morning, messy handwriting, pocket watches and old coins

Song: Moonsea by Phidel

Ophelia, the green witch

Likes to take long walks in the woods, talks to faes and animals, calls their plants 'my lovelies' and sings to them everyday, lives in a cabin in the woods, keeps what they find in the forest in the large pockets of their old coat, determinated, has befriended the fox family that lives near their house, has more animal friends than you could count, never following the path, a caring soul, doesn't like humans, grow their own herbs and veggies, has a soft spot for animals, the kindest if you don't step on their flowers, eccentric in the most interesting way, prefers the company of animals and magical beings (less drama)

Aesthetic: the fresh smell of grass in the morning, the shine of the sunrays glistening on the dew at sunrise, dried up herbs, daisies flower crowns and nuts, wild berries and fingerless gloves, green tea and the comforting purrs of a cat, wild hair and freckles, strawberries and water color paint, long patient sighs, iced almond milk, stained glass windows, knowing glances,

Song: Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men

Glinda, the kitchen witch

Loves sunlight, a literal ball of pure sunshine, they protect, the mum friend™️, empathetic, always knows how to handle things, optimist, talks to house spirits and gives freshly baked pastries to the neighbor family of gnomes, loves their friends more than anything, always knows how to make people smile and comfortable, laugh with their whole body, the scariest when angry, they are there when you need them, their eyes sparkle with affection, adamant but gentle, dances with pixies

Aesthetic: golden hour, blanket forts, loud laugh and contagious smiles, warm in the most reassuring way, old yellow sweaters and flour stained jeans, singing aloud and dancing around, 'WHAT do you mean you can't remember the last time you've EATEN ?!?!!!!',  caramel and toffee, the warmth of sunrays on your face, the smell of baked croissants in the morning, dandelions and buttercups, Chai tea and ginger biscuits

Song: Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

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Sorry, but just a small note (≧▽≦)

Aside from the names and the titles (I got inspired from them so I decided to leave them like that), the character descriptions and aesthetics are all in gender neutral pronouns because I don't want anyone to be offended nor left out 💜

Hope you enjoy!

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[the-king-andthe-lionheart]

I just want to take a little time and appreciate this quote by Arya:

Thereafter she and the waif spent their time together touching things and pointing, as each tried to teach the other a few words of her own tongue. Simple words at first, cup and candle and shoe; the harder words; then sentences.  Once Syrio Forel used to make Arya stand on one leg until she was trembling.  Later he sent her chasing after cats.  She had danced the water dance on the limbs of trees, a stick sword in her hand.  Those things had all been hard, but this was harder.

Even sewing was more fun than tongues, she told herself, after a night when she had forgotten half the words she thought she knew, and pronounced the other half so badly that the waif had laughed at her.  My sentences are as crooked as my stitches used to be. If the girl had not been so small and starved, Arya would have smashed her stupid face.  Instead she gnawed her lip.  Too stupid to learn and too stupid to give up. - Arya II AFFC

Here we see Arya’s perseverance and it’s so admirable.  She is comparing the difficulty to learning languages with sewing (and we know sewing is incredibly difficult for her, most likely because she’s left handed) and we see in the books that she accomplishes this difficult task of languages.  In TWOW, we see Arya, playing the role of Mercy who is a native Braavosi, who doesn’t even know the common tongue, meaning Arya was completely fluent by this time.  So we see Arya really struggling to learn Braavosi to someone who is completely fluent in the language in a span of probably 6 to 9 months.  That is incredible!  And not only does she know the common tongue and Braavosi, but she’s brushing up her High Valyrian - it’s likely she’s already completely brushed up on it by the time Mercy takes place - and she’s also learning the tongues of Lys and Pentos too.  

A lot of people don’t acknowledge how intelligent Arya is but when someone presents her with a goal and the means to achieving said goal, Arya can usually accomplish it, be it physically or mentally.  Of course like everyone Arya has her limits and like everyone Arya isn’t good at everything, but she has perseverance and smarts.  Arya may think she’s too stupid to learn and too stupid to give up, but she does learn and not giving something up is a good thing, especially in this case.  The fact that the HOBAW is furthering Arya’s education and skills (most of what she is learning has nothing to do with killing and even her education around poisons and potions could lead to knowledge in healing and medicine) is going to play the biggest role in Arya’s future.  Arya is naturally extroverted and charismatic and compassionate.  She also knows how to rule her face, adapt, detect lies, and manipulate.  The fact that she is all those things and more, that she’s a polyglot, are all good things to have when it comes to politics.  Basically everything she is learning is going to make her an excellent leader and/or Mistress of Whispers and/or Ambassador.  

Arya may own a sword, may know the basics of Water Dancing, may have had to fight and kill with that sword, but that doesn’t mean that that is all she is.  Arya is a complex character who has many other skills, which means she’s not going to end the story as some warrior or kingsguard.  She’s not going to randomly sail away an a suicidal adventure, unless like Queen Nymeria, she is sailing away with ships of refugees to find a new home.  

No, if GRRM only intended for Arya to just be a “sword” or to die in the end or to just leave everything behind, he wouldn’t be wasting his time writing about Arya’s time witnessing the horrors of the War for the Five Kings.  He wouldn’t be showing us Arya protecting and developing friendships with the Smallfolk.  He wouldn’t be teaching her how to survive and how to grant justice and mercy.  He wouldn’t be teaching her valuable potentially political tools in the HOBAW either.  No, Arya’s endgame is going to be important.  Maybe not the most important, and that’s fine, I’ve never thought Arya needed to end up as queen (even though she has a lot of queen foreshadowing) or “winning” in order for her to remain relevant to me or important to the narrative, but I do think she’s going to be a part of Bran’s King’s Council and she’s going to help change the face of Westeros.