#dawn x mary anne

[becausesure]

Hey gang I'm pretty sure Maryanne's height from the wiki is just taken from the Kobold race from Volo's which states it to be 2-3ft tall

In the official Rat Grinders art she seems to be about the height of Kipperlilly who would be about 3ft tall and in fact Maryanne maybe taller because she slouches

So either all of the Rat Grinders are very short of Maryanne is just a tall Kobold

Also assuming Oisin is around Gorgug's height because dragon born are around 6ft and he seems to be bigger because of the crystals (house party they said he filled out after the star) Gorgug and Maryanne would have about their difference

[thatgirltvshow]

I've got you under my skin

That Girl - 3.12 Decision Before Dawn

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: The Baby-Sitters Club

Sample Size: 355 stories

Source: AO3

[notapradagurl7]

By Your Side.

BlackFem!Witch!Reader x Terry Wizard!Richmond from Netflix film Rebel Ridge.

Taglist: @lovedlover @avoidthings @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @brattyfics @soft-persephone @planetblaque @sageispunk @megamindsecretlair @theblacklewinsky @sweettea-and-honeybutter @melaninpov @keyera-jackson @browngirldominion

Summary: You were a gifted professor for all black magic academy, teaching your students alongside Terry, where you discover a strange flower and leaves you alone with him.

A/N: don’t forget to re-blog, comment and like to support your favorite writers, and press the button for a request, So I was thinking in order to get back in the zone of writing, I combined Harry Potter but made it with only black people. Why not? Enjoy!🫡

Warning: +18, dirty talk, sex pollen, profanity, nipple play, violence, praise, spanking, use of magic, soft Terry, protective Terry, aftercare, brat reader, Terrybrat tamer! Slight corruption kink, masturbation,

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You stood beside Terry underneath the tree with your almond brown eyes watching the young adult melanated students of various shades standing side by side with their indestructible wands rested in their hands, pointing straight for the Greek god statues, the yellow energy crackling from their fingertips and spreading towards it, creating their own versions of art. Making the statues into themselves.

"Look at them go," Terry said, his voice smooth and playful, as he leaned closer to you. His cloak moved slightly with his movements.

"I think they’re actually going to turn that statue into a giant version of themselves. I mean, who knew they had such big egos?" he joked, rolling his green eyes at them.

You chuckled, nudging him playfully with your elbow. "Well, they certainly have the talent to back it up. Just look at how they’re channeling their energy. It’s fucking impressive!”

You couldn’t help but smile at their joy, laughter bursting from their lips, their hair styled in small afros, low fades, in locs, box braided to their elbows, starighted and lastly, dressed in black, red, yellow, green hooded cloaks dawned to their ankles, black loafers and Mary Ann shoes.

“Remember when we were students at Willowstiff? Professor Anderson almost caught us passing notes in Potion class?” Terry mentioned with a grin, his tone was deep yet gentle.

You were a professor at the Wiilowstiff Academy alongside Terry Richmond, many other professors and your students talking about whatever crossed their mind, unfortunately gossip and rumors spread like wildfire on campus.

“Thankfully, I used that Change Emotion and Time Spell, he forgot immediately,” You chuckled, and your eyes landed on him.

You nodded at the fond memory of being a student at the same academy, where you and Terry became professors, the two of you had been good friends since you were students. Ready to conquer the world and defeat evil.

“I’d always liked that about you, your quick thinking and wit...”

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lips at his words, watching the students float in mid-air while doing back flips. “And I always liked your honesty and kindness Terry..”

Standing behind the castle, located in the spacious backyard, the castle painted grey nestled in the middle of the vast forest, hidden from human eyes, danger and free to be themselves without judgment, without the ridicule of the world, the green grass underneath their shoes.

“Terry...” you began, your voice soft. “Do you ever think about how far we’ve come? From those awkward kids in class to where we are now?”

He met your gaze, the warmth in his green eyes making your heart flutter. “Yes. And I wouldn’t want to be doing this with anyone else. You’re the best partner a guy could ask for.”

His words washed over you like a gentle wave, and you felt a rush of affection for him. You smiled back at Terry.

The school was built by a married black couple with magic, wanting young black witches and wizards to harness their magic and embrace their identity. It was a sanctuary, a home where they could grow their powers and learn the rich history of their ancestors.

It was a luxury that you cherished forever, being yourself in various ways, even the forest was magic, hidden away in the depths of somewhere.

The ink black sky decorated with sparkling stars hovered the both of you, you pointed out to one student that asked for help, trying a different spell and it worked perfectly, Terry stole glances with his green eyes, smirking at the man as you walked back to his side.

The buzzing rumor in the air was Terry had a crush on you ever since you both became professors at this campus.

You were dressed in a black cloak with a dress, your black box braids pulled back in a ponytail. Your melanated skin glistened underneath the moonlight, your pretty face on cue.

The college students were young after all, often showing insouciance in some schoolwork, but loved doing the magic part of the school, you were like that but they changed over the years.

“Good job Faith! I see your technique, and Jordan! Don't show off because you like her!”

The brown-skinned young male rubbed the back of his neck and looked the other way. The wind brushed across your face and you exhaled the warm breeze.

Until one of your students discovered something growling near the stump of a bulky tree, your eyes quickly stopped her, “Amaya! Don't touch that!” you yelled out.

Amaya backed up immediately until the flower growled at her, eyes glowing red and growing larger, “well..well..time to eat!”

Amaya ran toward you and hid behind you, gripping your cloak. The young dark brown-skinned woman closed her eyes shut in fear, her locs pulled back.

“W-what is that?!” she exclaimed, you wrapped her in a protective manner.

“It’s a dangerous creature that kills witches and wizards, he spreads sex pollen, hopefully you won’t get affected..” You warned softly.

Terry’s eyes landed on you, “I'll assist by your side, Professor..”

You clapped twice and caught their attention, “Okay, students time to head in your dorms!! You too Amaya!”

The students groaned in unison and said “Yes, Professor L/N!” in a cautious tone, they walked in groups and, you rolled your eyes at them once again. Running off in separate groups and saying their goodbyes.

Being the ex-Marine he was, Terry's arms gathered around the students and made a motion with his hands for a swirling portal, the students jumped through the portal and vanished quickly.

“Thank you, Terry..”

“You’re welcome Y/N..” he said, standing by your side.

With a flick of your wrist, you summoned your own energy, feeling the warmth of your magic flow through your body. Terry did the same, bursting beams of light while Terry struck it with lighting.

The petals clutched around the yellow stem, throwing pollen at you. It exploded and the pink specks of pink pollen, fallen down near you and Terry until blew it away with a wave of his hand. Winds blew it into thin air.

“Are you alright?” He asked with concern, quickly turning to you.

You shook your head from side to side, “Unfortunately, the residue of the pink pollen doesn’t have to just touch you, it spreads like a virus.” You coughed, covering your mouth with your cloak.

“I should’ve acted quickly enough then you wouldn’t be affected, I’m sorry..” Terry replied softly, his face turned toward the flower that changed to a man.

Terry zoomed toward the flower man, his hands gripping the collar of his shirt and punched him in the stomach, lighting dancing around his fist. His hands gripped his ankles and flipped the man over, Blood trickled from its gut and sent the man sprawling into the ocean.

After the battle, your knees shaking weakly and almost fell to the grass, until Terry caught you with his hands. A heavy fever washed over you rather quickly, your breath became heavy.

The pollen made heat pool all over your body, your heart beating faster than usual, and an ache between your legs that started to hurt. You gazed at Terry and your breath hitched, clenching your legs again.

Your eyes fell to his lips, body, and face. Terry was so pretty, you whimpered softly but he kept asking you if you were okay, all you could do was shake your head. Familiar wetness pools between your thighs.

“T-Terry…I feel aroused and..” before you say another word, Terry lifted you carefully and carried your bridal style, snapping his fingers and a swirling green portal appeared before you, he stepped through it and you were in his spacious bedroom, your eyes roamed the place.

The four walls in sage green surrounding the two of you, The dim light from the candles flickered around the room, casting playful shadows on the walls. You could smell the rich aroma of incense wafting through the air, mingling with the scent of fresh herbs and a hint of something sweet like citrus.

The ex-Marine turned wizard professor carried the trauma with him but teaching the students helped subside it, seared in his brain for battle.

It was very clean from what you saw, with not much decoration but a regular room with the walls painted in sage green, rock music was his favorite genre. Deftones, Paramore & Radiohead were both of your favorites.

His head leaned in closer slightly, enough to give you space and his face softened, this wasn’t supposed to happen, he should’ve been more responsible. “This is so fucking bad, I gotta help you,” he said softly.

“The plant must've had some kind of aphrodisiac,” He spoke to you, catching your body shake from his touch.

“W-we can go back to the castle, they can help but I forgot that you don't live near the campus,” you said weakly, coughing still.

“I already notified the professors about the problem Y/N through a call, Genevieve is already up my ass about it..” Terry sighed, rolling his eyes.

Terry gently laid you on his bed, the blanket sprawled across the edge of the bed. He lifted your ankles and he looked at you with worry, “May I take off your shoes?” He asked gently.

Genevieve would usually scold Terry about anything when it came to you, she understood that he was an ex-Marine and you were friends but she was your sister. Like two peas in a pod, it seemed like no matter what happened, Terry was there to protect you.

“Gen is very protective, you know that,” you giggled.

“I get that but she’s always blaming me..” he mentioned with a soft tone.

You nodded at him, “its not your fault. Yes, you may. I'm starting to become hot in these clothes,” watching the man gently unzipped your black boots.

“Y/N, are you alright? The pollen…it can have some intense side effects.”

You could feel the heat radiating from your skin, and for a moment, you were lost in the warmth of his gaze. “I’ll be fine, Terry. Just a little… overwhelmed,” you admitted, your voice shaky as you tried to sit up.

“I’m a delicate flower, you know,” you huffed, trying to sound tough despite the heat coursing through your body. “I can handle myself.”

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh, I know you can. But right now, you look like you could use a little help. Let me take care of you for once, alright?”

You watched him as he knelt by the edge of the bed, his strong hands gently untying your shoes. The tenderness in his movements made your heart race, and you feel a flutter in your stomach.

He looked up at you, his expression serious yet playful. “Maybe I just like having an excuse to be close to you,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he tossed your shoes aside to the corner of the room.

Your feet rested on the bed, You felt your cheeks warm. “You’re such a dork.”

“A dork who cares about you,” he retorted, a hint of sincerity in his tone. “And I’m not going to let you down when you need me.”

Your eyes landed on his ass, it was really nice. “Stop staring at my ass, girl.” he shot back.

You giggled softly, and your cheeks grew hot while you bit down on your lip. Was this pollen or only you alone? Maybe it was you, you liked Terry but the rules said that professors shouldn’t have a relationship.

You took off your cloak and tossed your dress aside, grabbing one of Terry’s oversized tee shirts, sliding it down, dawning to your thighs. “T-Terry.. I’ll be in the bathroom..”

You rushed into the bathroom and locked the door, you sat on the closed toilet lid. Gently pull down your panties and pull off the oversized tee shirt. Your fingers sunk between your folds and you moaned loudly. “Fuck!”

You rubbed your left titty in a circle and fingered yourself for the past fourteen minutes, thinking of Terry made it worse and pleasuring yourself wasn't working, fuck. This is embarrassing, you couldn't cum.

You stood up from the toilet and washed your hands clean, drying them with a towel. You sighed in irritation. “Y/N? Are you

You opened the door and pouted again, Terry

Terry carefully peeled away the layers of your cloak, revealing the soft fabric of your dress beneath. He paused, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary, a hint of something electric passing between you.

“How come you didn't get affected by the pollen? This is unfair..” you grumbled, unbuttoning the front of your dress and you allowed it to fall to your sock-clad feet.

“I'm pretty good at what I do..” he bragged, shrugging.

“C-can you pass me one of your tee shirts please?” you asked him in a gentle tone.

Terry’s gaze widened for a moment as he processed your request, and a teasing smile crept onto his lips. “You really know how to make a guy feel special, don’t you?” He stood up, his tall frame casting a shadow over you as he walked to his closet.

“Just a shirt, Terry. Not a marriage proposal,” you shot back, trying to sound playful, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed your attempt at nonchalance.

He chuckled, pulling out a soft, oversized orange tee that bore the logo of a band you both liked. “This should do the trick,” he said, tossing it to you. “But I might need to charge you for it later.”

You caught the shirt, a laugh escaping your lips. “I’ll pay you with my undying gratitude,” you quipped, pulling the shirt over your head. The fabric was warm and comforting, but the heat from the pollen still simmered beneath your skin.

As he settled back on the edge of the bed, his eyes studied you with a mix of concern and something deeper. “

You didn't want either of you to lose your jobs because of one night, he was only taking care of you at the moment. You were nervous around him.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“Terry, focus,” you said, trying to maintain your composure. “I’m not in the mood for flattery.”

“Y/N. Let me make the antidote.” He turned to stand up and faced his bedside table.

Terry snapped his fingers, a book appeared in front of him and turned the pages, took off his cloak and revealed his body clad in a suit, his body through the clothes was memorizing.

“Sex pollen, the side effects are heat in the body, fever and weakness. arousal, I'm making the antidote and the other cure is physical contact..” Terry trailed off, his voice deepened.

His hand grabbed the steaming cup from the air, a hint of honey and rosemary, bringing it to your lips. The bitter taste seething on your tongue, you covered your mouth. It was disgusting, did he put a goblin’s shit in the cup? Rose petals atop the tea.

“Look at me, I know it's not good but it's gonna help with that fever, just swallow and then breathe..” Terry reassured softly, humming lightly.

Swallowing it immediately after you made a gagging noise, taking a breath as he said “That was fucking gross, what did you put in that?!” you exclaimed, drinking from a cup filled with water at the beside table.

He chuckled lightly, he held up his three fingers. “In three…two..one..” he counted with a stren tone.

Your fever finally faded away, but the heat pooling between your thighs made it worse, clenching them close and your clit throbbed again.

You looked up at Terry and suddenly went silent, pursuing your lips. “My fever is gone..” you said softly.

His arms are crossed, showing off a few of his tattoos, “See what happens when you listen to your professor?” he teased with a deep tone.

Your heart raced as you tried to regain your composure. “Okay, Mr. Richmond, you’ve done your job,” you teased back, attempting to inject some levity into the moment.

“You're still flushed..”

But the heat in your body was not just from the fever; betraying you with the way you responded to him, “You know I’ve always wanted to take care of you in more ways than one,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart raced at his words, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, mingling with your own. “Terry, we shouldn’t...” you started, but the words died in your throat as he took another step closer.

“Why not?” he challenged, his voice low and sultry. “We’re both adults. We’ve been dancing around this for far too long.”

Your mind raced. You knew the rules about professors, but the thought of Terry wanting you, needing you, sent a thrill through your body. The heat between your thighs throbbed painfully, begging for attention.

“What if… what if someone finds out?” you managed to say, though your body betrayed you by leaning slightly into him.

Terry’s hand reached up, brushing a stray braid behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Let them. I’m tired of hiding how I feel about you.” His eyes searched yours, filled with longing and determination.

“I want you, Y/N. Right here, right now. I'm sure will still have our jobs, the campus was made by a married couple after all,”

Your heart raced at his confession, and the heat pooling in your core intensified. “But what if it ruins everything?” you breathed, your gaze darting to his lips, torn between desire and caution.

He stepped even closer, closing the distance between you until his body was mere inches from yours. “Sometimes things have to change to be better. I care about you too much to hold back any longer,” he said, his breath warm against your skin.

Before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips with his in a soft yet demanding kiss. Pulling away from him, “T-Terry…uh..can you fuck me please?” you begged him, clenching on his shirt.

His hand wrapped around your neck, making sure he kept your gaze on his. “A good girl is supposed to listen and you've been a brat, the back and forth, the teasing, finger fucking yourself in my bathroom..” he shot back, smirking.

Terry carefully unbuttoned the back of your dress, falling down to your feet while it was tossed aside, he unbuttoned his shirt and zipped his pants. Clothes riddled across the brown hardwood floor.

No panties but no bra, you hated bras with a burning passion. You weren't big-chested but you loved your body. Terry pulled down his boxers, his dick hung out. Long and thick, veiny.

“I'll be good this time Terry..” you pouted with a soft tone.

He gently pushed you down on your back, he hovered over you and the tip of his dick rubbed across your clit, rubbing his dick across your folds with sweet torture. “Are you sure? You're gonna behave for me?” he teased.

“Yes…Please…fuck me! Fuck me!” you cried out, your nails left marks on his shoulders. Your pussy clenched around nothing desperately for friction and whimpering. You rubbed your clit in circles and moaned again.

Terry moved your hand out of the way, smirking at you. Resuming to rub his dick across your wet folds, “Did I say that you could fuck yourself?”

“N-no…Terry! I’ll be good, I promise!” you cried out, tears rolling down your face.

He kissed your lips, “Here’s your reward, princess..”

He flipped you on your stomach and pushed his dick between your folds from behind, you gasped softly at his dick filling you completely, the ache fading slightly after each thrust.

“Oh fuck..Terry!” you cried out, balling up the blanket. Drool trickled from your lips. The more pleasure, the less ache was there. Crossing the line with him was a bad move but you needed him.

Terry's hands gripped your hips tightly as he thrust deeper, his breath coming in warm bursts against your skin. "That's it, Y/N. Let me hear you," he urged, his voice low and deep.

You felt the heat radiating from him, mingling with your own, creating a storm of sensations that sent pleasure coursing through your veins. Each thrust made you feel fuller, more alive, as though every part of you was awakening to the moment.

“Just like that,” he continued, his pace quickening, “You’re doing so fucking well.” His words wrapped around you, igniting a fire within that made you push back against him, longing for more.

“Don’t stop, please!” you begged, your voice breathless and desperate. You could feel the tension building within you, that sweet, sweet pressure begging for release.

Terry’s grip on you tightened as he leaned over, his breath brushing against your ear. “You want to fucking come? You’ve got to ask for it,” he teased, his voice dripping with playful authority.

“Please, Terry! I need it! I need to fucking come!” you cried out, the words spilling from your lips as he continued to pound into you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Good girl,” he praised, his tone sultry and deep, making your heart race even faster. "Let go for me, Y/N. I want to feel you cum on my dick."

With that, you let yourself fall into the pleasure, your body arching as waves of bliss washed over you. You cried out his name, the sound echoing in the room as you felt yourself unraveling, the tension finally snapping as you came hard around him.

“Fuck!” Terry groaned, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “That’s it, Y/N. Just like that.”

You felt him thrust deep one last time, his body shuddering against yours as he pulled out of you, tendrils of his cum landed on your stomach, the warmth filling you completely.

As you both came down from the high, Terry pulled you close, his hands tenderly stroking your back. “You okay?” he asked softly, concern lacing his tone as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with affection.

You nodded, your heart racing from both the intensity of what just happened and the warmth of his embrace. “Yeah, I’m okay… better than okay,” you replied, a smile spreading across your face.

Terry chuckled softly, brushing a strand of a braid from your face. “Good, because I’m not done yet,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, feeling the heat rise again within you. “Oh really?”

He grinned, leaning in closer. “You’ve got to be ready for round two then,” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours as he captured your mouth in a lingering kiss.

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[quokkipetenjoyer]

hey you know how we all reacted when adaine and oisin interacted for the first time

i’m not gonna elaborate on what that means but uh

good luck buddy

Hey buddy do you know who max “police state kid” durden is

Oh, Max...he's, um, he's pretty cool...wish he wouldn't do so much gorgon fern, but no one's perfect! Except Helio and Bakarath, of course!

But yeah, he and I would sometimes share a prayer room if all the others are full, but I definitely haven't thought of him much outside of that.

Definitely not...

[darkpeacemusic]

ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤: ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

Jeff the Killer - Satanist

Homicidal Liu - Catholic

Sully - Catholic

Randy - Atheist

Keith - Agnostic

Troy - Theistic Protestant

Ben - Atheist

Jane Richardson - Christian

Mary Vaughn - Agnostic

Jessie Richardson - Christian

Masky - Jewish

Hoodie - Agnostic

Toby Rogers - Atheist

Kate the Chaser - Atheist

Charlie Matheson Jr. - Atheist

CR - Jewish

Lulling Lauren - Wiccan

Cat Hunter - Hellenic Pagan

Third Base - Atheist

Rouge the Prowler - Wiccan

Wilson the Basher - Hindu

Skully - Jewish

Chris the Revenant - Satanist

Slenderman - N/A

Splendorman - N/A

Trenderman - N/A

Tenderman - N/A

Offenderman - N/A

Zalgo - N/A

LJ - Atheist

EJ - Satanist

Dr. Smiley - Satanist

Nurse Ann - Satanist

Dr. Pain - Agnostic

X-Virus - Wiccan

Dr. Locklear - Christian

Lifeless Lucy - Atheist

Lily Kennett - Muslim

Sally Williams - Christian

Sam Williams - Atheist

Lazari - Satanist

Slendrina - Atheist

Slender Doll Ally - Agnostic

Vailly Evans - Wiccan, pagan

Lulu - Buddhist

Bleeding Man - Atheist

Shadow Walker - Atheist

Nick Vanill - Atheist

Nina Hopkins - Agnostic

Pinkamena Diane Pie - Atheist

Rainbow Factory - Satanist

Kagekao - Shintoist

Clockwork - Atheist

Smile Dog - N/A

Grinny Cat - N/A

Seedeater - N/A

Mr. Widemouth - Atheist

Will Grossman - Satanist

Laughing Jill - Agnostic

Jason the Toymaker - Atheist

Candy Pop - Atheist

Candy Cane - Atheist

April Fools - Christian

Nathan the Nobody - Jewish

Papa Grande Di Magico - Agnostic

The Puppeteer - Satanist

Emra - Atheist

Zachary the Proxy - Atheist

Sonic.exe - Satanist

Tails Doll - Atheist

Dark Link - Satanist

Herobrine - Satanist

Lost Silver - Atheist

Glitchy Red - Atheist

Strangled Red - Agnostic

Oliver Henderson - Atheist

Stripes - Atheist

Rosie - Wiccan

Scarecrow Girl - Satanist

Skroll - Atheist

Rake - N/A

BOB - N/A

Bloody Painter - Theistic Satanist

Judge Angels - Christian

Suicide Sadie - Christian

Roadwalker - Animist

Zero - Satanist

Hobo Heart - Atheist

Dollmaker - Atheist

Killing Kate - Wiccan

Ted the Caver - Agnostic

Frankie the Undead - Hellenic Pagan

Evan Meyer - Atheist

HABIT - Satanist

Jeff Koval - Atheist

Alex Kralie - Atheist

Jessica Locke - Catholic

Amy Walters - Jewish

Sarah Reid - Agnostic

Seth Wilson - Christian

Screaming Dawn (oc) - Agnostic

Queen Blackheart (oc) - Wiccan

[creepywrites]

Real names

Jeff the Killer- Jeffrey woods

Liu- Liu Woods

Ben- Ben Lawman

Sally Dawn- Sally Dawn (formerly Williams)

Sam Williams- Sam Williams

Milo the Electrocuted- Milo Moretti

Lulu- Lucille Greatfield

Clockwork- Natalie Rogers (formerly Quellette)

Zero- Zero

Jane the killer- Jane Vaughn Richardson (formerly Richardson)

Mary Vaughn- Mary Vaughn

Jane Everlasting- Jane Arkensaw

Vailly Evans- Vailly Evans

Nathan the nobody- Nathan Lux

Crystal the Hidden- Crystal Lux

Eyeless Jack- Jack Nyras

Kate the chaser- Kate Hayes

Rouge- Heather Marshall

Wilson the basher- Wilson Marshall (formerly Warren)

X-virus- Cody Rogers

Lazari- Lazari Swann

Stripes- Eloise Bellarose

Kaidy- Kaidy Zalgo

Senora Zalleen- Pandora Zalleen s.

Rasika- Rasika

Nina the killer- Nina Hopkins

Puppeteer- Puppeteer (formerly Johnathan Blake)

Zachary- Zachary Gibson

Emra- Emra Aldrige

Bloody painter- Helen Otis

Suicide Sadie- Sadie nanook (formerly Bennett)

Roadwalker- Zayner Nanook

Judge angel- Dina Angela-Otis (formerly Clark)

Nurse Ann- Ann Mia

Randy- Randy Harrison

Sully- Sully Harrison

Keith- Keith Davis

Troy- Troy Green

Dollmaker- Vaughn Volikov

Svetlana- Svetlana Volikov

Vicky genocidal- Victoria Ross

Hannah the killer- Hannah Jackson

Lily Kennett-Lily Kennett

Hung iris- Iris Illman

Lifeless Lucy- Lucy Jones

Asylum Nancy- Nancy Adams

Chris the Revenant- Chris Myers

Monday Child- Christabel Smith

Laughing Jill- Laughing Jill

Laughing Jack- Laughing Jack

Toby- Tobias Rogers

Lurking Lyra- Lyra Rogers

Killing Kate- Katherine  Knight

Lost Silver- Lost Silver (formerly Hibiki)

Cata the Killer- Cata Blackwood

Rotten Abigail- Abigail Walker

The Hare- Lin Wang

The Doll- Andrea Stevens

Raven- Manon Plume

Anna Schurks- Anna Schurk

Weeping forest- Jenifer Rhynes

Nightmare Ally- Adeline Abendroth

Red Death- Sifreid Gadriel

Gas mask maid- Marion Gadriel

Tim- Timothy Wright

Jessica- Jessica Locke

Taylor- Taylor Locke

Ellie- Ellie Aimoto

Labrador- Dean Lupei

Moth boy- Benjamin Miller

Starved angel- Lyet (formerly Matthew Lyet Campbell)

Sketcher- Sakura Aki

Sarah Erickson- Sarah Erickson

Hannya- Momoko Yamashita

Rosie- Dorothy Wilder

Hunter the proxy- Ethan Wilder

Doctor Irina- Irina Kennett

Deborah- Deborah Robison

Lucy the cannibal- Lucille Johnson

Andie Rosslyn- Andie Rosslyn

[twistedcollective]

autism rambles

headcanons i yapped to a friend (@herconfuse im so sorry buddy)

theres a shit ton, some tdas but most are metal family. also these are copy pasted from spacehey, in parts cause i hit the character limit. four times. if some make more sense reading them as a dm, thats why. im so autistic about this show bro.

tw for various types of abuse when talking about glam and his backstory and family, also superrr limited mention of sh there too

theres probably gonna be another part to this at some point

tdas: - mal acted like a villain for the show bc fans enjoy drama and on my LIFE chris is rigging votes based on fan popularity and who he personally likes. so mal was just being overdramatic so he could stay on longer. two steps ahead frfr (ok nikocado pack it up /silly) - vito x anne maria. idc that the show tries to make her look bad, those two are so cute and systems can date different people bro - mike x zoey, obv, but also svetlana x zoey. shes poly for her partner sys ur honor. also, bi zoey. and super supportive singlet zoey. idk i love zoey sm shes so sweet - dawn is pagan, probably works with gaia or some other version of mother earth - cameron is autistic as hell bro thats not even a headcanon thats basically canon atp. that boy has so much tism in him - B is transmasc (yes this is tdroti not tdas. shush.)

metal family: - i think dee listens to white girl music sometimes - he picked it up from ches, who would blare 2000s white girl bangers to annoy his mom during fights - gustav has been to prison and had his record cleared via shady payoff to the govt - mary was married to gustav via some sort of arranged marraige (possibly a forced taxes and traditional conservative values thing cause he absolutely would [i hate gustave with a passion]) - gustav died believing that glam got fully possessed by the devil during that one scene - glam gets nightmares about his dad and/or about becoming like his dad and hurting his wife and kids. his sleep schedule is still ass to this day - nobody knows the full extent of glam's childhood, not even ches - ches probably assumed glam's scars were self inflicted due to location, and he hasnt asked to clarify bc he doesnt really know how - hes absolutely noticed tho - lif and dee consider the rat their adopted son and his theme song is rats by ghost since they both canonically like that band - heavy prefers the metallica version of enter sandman, dee likes the ghost cover better - vicky listens to viking metal and aggressive sea shanties - glam would love chappel roan - ches would love sabrina carpenter - dee would unironically like taylor swift and would tell NOBODY - dee is not only a brony (canon), but also a furry. he has a fursona and a ponysona - dee would be a reality shifter but he doesnt believe it exists - dee does NOT like cats. heavy absolutely loves them. lif likes them, but also draws gore of them (not in an edgy way but she thinks the biology is neat and has an art style where it works) - lif sits in graveyards in her spare time

metal family part 2: - heavy is a theistic satanist, dee is an atheist (canon), lif is an atheistic satanist but likes theistic satanism quite a bit, glam is an atheist, vicky is a norse pagan, ches is in tune with the universe and just calls himself "spiritual, not religious" - dee writes fanfic - i love headcanons where dee is just an absolute fucking nerd cause its SO ACCURATE bro that boy is a GEEK - dee knows the basics of chemical warfare from his chemistry phase - he could and absolutely would nuke someone if he had good reason

metal family part 3: - dee is a controlled pyromaniac - dee steals from big businesses and never from small/independent ones, he taught heavy who only steals food (candy, drinks, etc) bc anything else makes him feel guilty - dee has a spacehey account - hes also very active on the dark web, and holds a paywall on hacker services for people - he has sent things to people who wanted him to hack for shitty reasons. by things, i mean animals. not alive ones. also, small pipe bombs that arent quite deadly but will still hurt pretty damn badly - dee will jailbreak people's school devices, for a fee - hes such a con artist except hes not cause he actually pulls through - his stalker thing with lif was purely genetic, idk how but it was (see: glam stalked vicky too) - both relationships are super healthy tho dwdw - heavy cant work the internet without dees help, but is very active online where hes allowed to be - dee is a dipper personality type, heavy is a mabel personality type, and lif channels bill cipher without the,, yknow,, pure insanity - that one pink haired girl whos name i cant remember is super nice but super sheltered from alt subcultures and queer people, think caitlyn from my creative writing class (ik you dont know her)

metal family part 4: - lif had a dsmp phase and was an e girl in 2020 - she also has a scene phase shortly after - goth isnt her only style but its def her main and shes super good at the makeup and also the dancing - heavy would pierce someone for enough money - dee would give people tattoos at school for money, but he refuses to do stick and poke so he cant (doesnt have a machine) - lif draws art commissions online - dee and lif are both huge creepypasta enjoyers and have loads of ocs - heavy knows the basic ones (jeff the killer, toby, ben drowned, etc) - heavy and dee would write and produce films with shitty production quality thatre somehow really good and post them on youtube - dee takes college level classes and is aiming for his two-year by graduation (omg look its ollie projecting onto his fav characters again) - glam is pan, dee is demiromantic ace, heavy is straight as a fucking board, vicky is straight but was bicurious at one point cause lesbians absolutely love her (anna has a one sided crush one her rip), ches is gay but doesnt date much anyways, lif is bi with a preference for girls (although technically she has a preference for dee) - lif had a pink and girl phase in elementary, complete with the justice and claires stuff - lif is a demigirl (our lif is transfem i think iirc)

[komaedamizuki]

Playlist for Dawn and May in my AU. (Song list under the cut)

🌷 Backstory 🎀

The two first met at a Champion's summit, where May reaches out to newly crowned Champion Dawn, as May also knows what it's like to be a young Champion. Dawn develops a crush on her, but at the time, May wouldn't see her as anything other than a mentee or a good friend.

Post-Legends Arceus: After returning to the present, Dawn decides to travel through Hoenn to get away from Sinnoh for a while. While there, she and May spend a lot of time together. Eventually they end up confessing their feelings for each other while having a sleepover at May's secret base.

🌸🌷Song List 🎀🏵️

She // dodie

She Likes a Boy // Nxdia

Jenny (feat. Kim Petras) // Studio Killers

i wanna be your girlfriend // girl in red

Would You Be So Kind // dodie

Vanilla Twilight // Owl City

fineshrine // Purity Ring

I Wanna Get Better // Bleachers & Tinashe

Dear Maria, Count Me In // All Time Low

Tangled Up In Me // Skye Sweetnam

Raincoat // Studio Killers

Breaking Ground // Hyd

Symphony (feat. Zara Larsson) // Clean Bandit

She Looks So Perfect // 5 Seconds of Summer

2002 // Anne-Marie

Nonsense // Sabrina Carpenter

Root Beer Float (feat. blackbear) // Olivia O'Brien

Gladiator // The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

Issues // Julia Michaels

Something Just Like This // The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

Light The Sky // Grace VanderWaal

[dontlookheswatching]

Im bored and also working on a big post with some head canons about several characters with ref sheets, so im gonna make a birthday list real quick. I tried to keep a lot of this as canon as possible, but I have changed some ages and some birthdays aren't accurate because for some of these characters nothing would show up. Itll be going in order from January to December, 1st to the last day of the month.

January:

-Rogue(Heather Sam Marshall) - January 7th. She's currently 24, and her zodiac sign is a Capricorn.

February:

-Hoodie(Brian Hiatt Thomas) - February 5th. He's 24, and his zodiac is a Aquarius.

March:

-Eyeless Jack(Jack Zin Nyras) - March 15th. He's 24, and his zodiac sign is a Pieces.

April:

-Judge Angels(Dina Angela Clark) - April 2nd. She's 26, and her zodiac sign is a Aries.

-Alex Kralie - April 4th. He's 27, and his zodiac is a Aries.

-Sally Mae Williams - April 5th. She's physically and mentally 8. Her zodiac is a Aries.

-Ben Drowned(Benjamin Scott Lawman) - April 23rd. He's 22, and his zodiac sign is a Taurus.

-Ticci Toby(Toby Erin Rogers) - April 28th. Hes 22, and his zodiac sign is a Taurus.

May:

-Seedeater - May 27th. His zodiac sign is a Gemini. He is a creature that does not age, just exists.

June:

-Jeff the Killer(Jeffery Alan Woods) - June 2nd. He's 23, and his zodiac sign is a Gemini.

-Lost Silver(Jae-Ing) - June 6th. Hes 22, and his zodiac sign is a Gemini.

-Skitles(OC) - June 24th. He has no age. His zodiac sign is a Cancer

Kate the Chaser(Kate Miller Hayes) - June 25th. She's 25, and her zodiac sign is a Cancer.

July:

-Nina the Killer(Nina Rose Hopkins) - July 24th. She's 20, and her zodiac sign is a Leo.

-The Puppeteer(Blake Simon Smith) - July 25th. He has no age. His zodiac sign is a Leo.

August:

-Candypop - August 1st. He has no age. His zodiac sign is a Leo.

-Hobo Heart - August 3rd. He’s 23, and his zodiac sign is a Virgo.

-Eyeless Lulu(Lulu Mary Millers) - August 6th. She’s 15, and her zodiac sign is a Virgo.

-Occisus(OC/Samantha Lin Locke) - August 11th. She’s 24, and her zodiac sign is a Virgo.

September:

-Jane the Killer(Jane Eve Richardson) - September 1st. She’s 23, and her zodiac sign is a Virgo.

-HeartFixer(OC/Jamie Noel Martinez) - September 3rd. She’s 25, and her zodiac sign is a Virgo.

October:

-Bloody Painter(Helen James Otis) - October 1st. He’s 24, and his zodiac is a Libra.

-Suicide Sadie(Sadie Dawn Myers) - October 21st. She’s 20, and her zodiac sign is a Libra.

-Zero - October 25th. She’s 23, and her zodiac sign is a Scorpio.

-NightOwl(My boyfriends OC/Lin Felix Gaspar) - October 29th. He’s 25, and his zodiac sign is a Scorpio.

Nurse Ann(Michelle Ann Quesnberry) - October 31st. She’s 28, and her zodiac sign is a Scorpio.

November:

-Clockwork(Natalie Gwen Oulette) - November 6th. She’s 23, and her zodiac sign is a Scorpio.

-Sonic.exe - November 7th. He’s 15, and his zodiac sign is a Scorpio.

-Tails Doll - November 7th. He’s 15, and his zodiac sign is a Scorpio.

-Jason the Toymaker - November 15th. He doesn’t have a age. His zodiac sign is a Scorpio.

-Lure(OC) - November 17th. Hes 21, and his zodiac sign is a Scorpio.

-Dark Link(Shadow) - November 21st. Hes 21, and his zodiac sign is a Sagittarius.

-Jay Merrick - November 23rd. Hes 26, and his zodiac sign is a Sagittarius.

-Smile Dog - November 27th. He has no known age, as a hellhound. His zodiac sign is Sagittarius.

December:

-X-Vrius(Cody Swann Diller) - December 9th. He’s 21, and his zodiac sign is a Sagittarius.

-Homicidal Liu(Liu Vicki Woods) - December 21st. He’s 24, and his zodiac sign is a Sagittarius.

-Laughing Jack - December 25th. He has no age. His zodiac sign is a Capricorn.

-Lazarus(Lazarus Dae Swann) - December 25th. He’s 12, and only ages every two years due to being part Zalgoid. His zodiac sign is a Capricorn.

-Masky(Timothy Que Wright) - December 26th. He’s 25, and his zodiac sign is a Capricorn.

-Kagekao - December 29th. He’s 27, and his zodiac sign is a Capricorn.

[lizbethborden]

Hi again! Yeah, from your bookshelf! You seem well informed and I wanna know the type of stuff you read and might recommend. I don't even know what to tell you for my interests because I feel like I'm just begining. Sorry I'm young and dumb still haha.

#1 you're not dumb and #2 nothing to apologize for :)

Here's some books I've got on my shelves or that I've read:

Men Who Hate Women: From Incels to Pickup Artists, Laura Bates

Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights, Katha Pollitt

Women, Race, & Class, Angela Davis

American Girls, Nancy Jo Sales

Lesbian Culture: An Anthology, eds. Julia Penelope and Susan J Wolf

Lesbian Studies, Margaret Cavendish

Hood Feminism, Mikki Kendall

Against White Feminism, Rafia Zakaria

Sister and Brother: Lesbians and Gay Men Write About Their Lives Together, eds Joan Nestle and John Preston

Another Mother Tongue, Judy Grahn

Aimee & Jaguar, Erica Fischer

Mouths of Rain: An Anthology of Black Lesbian Thought, ed. Briona Simone Jones

Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell

The Mary Daly Reader, eds. Jennifer Rycenga and Linda Barufaldi

Hidden from History: Reclaiming the Gay and Lesbian Past, eds. Martin Duberman, Martha Vicinus, George Chauncey Jr.

Testosterone Rex: Myths of Sex, Science, and Society, Cordelia Fine

Speaking Freely: Unlearning the Lies of the Father's Tongue, Julia Penelope

The Resisting Reader, Judith Fetterley

The Double X Economy, Linda Scott

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture, ed. Roxane Gay

Home Grown: How Domestic Violence Turns Men Into Terrorists, Joan Smith

Intercourse, Andrea Dworkin

The Trials of Nina McCall: Sex, Surveillance, and the Decades-Long Government Plan to Imprison "Promiscuous" Women, Scott Stern

The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory, Marilyn Frye

Only Words, Catharine A. Mackinnon

Everything Below the Waist: Why Health Care Needs a Feminist Revolution, Jennifer Block

Witchcraze: A New History of the European Witch Hunts, Anne Llwellyn Barstow

Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Frontlines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture, Peggy Orenstein

Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men, Caroline Criado-Perez

Lesbian Ethics: Toward New Values, Sarah Lucia Hoagland

We Were Feminists Once: From Riot Grrrl to CoverGirl, the Buying and Selling of a Political Movement, Andi Zeisler

Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, Adrienne Rich

On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, Adrienne Rich

Feminism, Animals, and Science: The Naming of the Shrew, Lynda Birke

The Female Body in Western Culture: Contemporary Perspectives, ed. Susan Rubin Suleiman

Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza, Gloria Anzaldua

Flesh Wounds: The Culture of Cosmetic Surgery, Virginia L Blum

Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment, Patricia Hill Collins

Pornland: How Porn has Hijacked our Sexuality, Gail Dines

Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women, Susan Faludi

From Eve to Dawn: A History of Women in the World, Marilyn French

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, eds. Cherrie Moraga and Gloria Anzaldua

Seeing Like a Feminist, Nivedita Menon

With Her Machete In Her Hand: Reading Chicana Lesbians, Catriona Reuda Esquibel

The Disappearing L: Erasure of Lesbian Spaces and Culture, Bonnie J. Morris

Foundlings: Lesbian and Gay Historical Emotion before Stonewall, Christopher Nealon

The Persistent Desire: A Butch/Femme Reader, ed. Joan Nestle

The Straight Mind and Other Essays, Monique Wittig

The Trouble Between us: An Uneasy History of White and Black Women in the Feminist Movement, Winifred Breines

Right-Wing Women, Andrea Dworkin

Woman Hating, Andrea Dworkin

Why I Am Not A Feminist, Jessica Crispin

Sapphistries: A Global History of Love Between Women, Leila J Rupp

I tried to avoid too many left turns into my specific interests although if you passionately want to know any of those, I can make you some more lists LOL

I would suggest picking a book that sounds interesting and using the footnotes and bibliography to find more to read. I've done that a lot :) a lot of my books have more sticky tabs or w/e in the bibliography than in the text so I don't lose stuff I'm interested in.

Hope this helps!

[the-milk-monarch]

𝚃𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙲 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙺

[ Milk | it/he/they | 18 ] this blog will age like fine milk

I love milk, and you can call me Milk.

I have an autistic curse that makes me gay for most cartoon or video game characters I hyperfixate on.

I write only for fun and when I want to, so the quality may vary, although I try my best to write long posts and fics.

I'm an adult, there might be some spicy things on this blog that will be properly tagged and spoilered under a line. Minors don't interact with a post tagged 🔞.

You can talk to me about Total Drama / DBH / Inside Job if u want

no beta we die like men (stoned or sleep deprived)

[ ☣︎ 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜: 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 ]

⚠ | My requests are always open, however due to the amount of asks, the writing might be a bit slow. I will eventually answer them all tho. Don't be scared to submit yours.

𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼𝚂

𝚃𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 [ favs ♡ | Mike, Mal, Scott, Brick, Noah, Gwen ] 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙹𝙾𝙱 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 [ favs ♡ | Andre Lee ] 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙸𝚃: 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 [ favs ♡ | Connor, Ralph ]

𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂

𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙳𝙾

☢︎ x gn!reader (but can do other) ☢︎ romance ☢︎ fluff ☢︎ nsfw/smut (aged up) ☢︎ potentially angst/comfort-hurt with happy ending

𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙳𝙾

☢︎ character x character ☢︎ OCs ☢︎ incest, pedophilia n all that bad jazz

𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙵𝚃𝚂: 16

crush on masc!reader [ Cody 50% ] villain S/O [ idk who yet ] reader at Playa De Losers with their crush [ Noah 0% ] [ Mike 20% ] [ Mal 5% ] [ Vito 30%] [ Scott 0% ] [ Cody 0% ] [ Gwen 0% ] fluff alphabet [ Mike 15% ] fluff alphabet [ Mal | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] platonic immortal!reader [ Inside Job Gang | 10% ] [ASK] bookworm!reader [ Ralph | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] S/O who likes black humor [ Duncan | Scott | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] s/o with noise sensitivity & verbal shutdowns [ Mike & alters (w/o Chester) | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] electrokinetic!reader [ Dawn | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] strategist!reader [ Brick | Lightning | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] 🔞 nsfw alphabet [ Duncan | 30% ] [ASK] 🔞 nsfw / sfw bimbo!fem!reader [ Duncan | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] smoking weed for the first time with reader [ Connor | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] hook, line and screamer au [ Courtney | Jo | Heather | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] male true crime fan reader [ Heather | Izzy | Courtney | Anne-Marie | 30% ]

[autistpride]

How many of these famous autists do you recognize? And this isn't even a complete list!

So many amazing wonderful people are autistic. I will never understand why people hate us so much.

Actors/actresses/entertainment:

Chloe Hayden

Talia Grant

Rachel Barcellona

Sir Anthony Hopkins

Dan Akroyd

David Byrne

Darryl Hannah

Courtney Love

Jerry Seinfeld

Roseanne Barr

Jennifer Cook

Chuggaaconroy

Stephanie Davis

Rick Glassman

Paula Hamilton

Dan Harmon

Paige Layle

Matthew Labyorteaux

Wentworth Miller

Desi Napoles

Freddie Odom Jr

Kim Peek

Sue Ann Pien

Henry Rodriguez

Scott Steindorff

Ian Terry

Tara Palmer -Tomkinson

Albert Rutecki

Billy West

Alexis Wineman- Miss America contestant

Athletes:

Jessica- Jane Applegate

Michael Brannigan

David Campion

Brenna Clark

Ulysse Delsaux

Tommy Dis Brisay

Jim Eisenreich

Todd Hodgetts

John Howard

Anthony Ianni

Lisa Llorens

Clay Matzo

Frankie Macdonald

Jason McElwain

Chris Morgan

Max Park

Cody Ware

Amani Williams

Samuel Von Einem

Musicians:

Susan Boyle

Elizabeth Ibby Grace

David Byrne

Johnny Dean

Tony DeBlois

Christopher Dufley

Jody Dipiazza

Pertti Kurikka

James Jagow

Ladyhawke

Kodi Lee

Left at London

Red Lewis Clark

Abz Love

Thristan Mendoza

Heidi Mortenson

Hikari Oe

Matt Savage

Graham Sierota

SpaceGhostPurp

Mark Tinley

Donald Triplett

Aleksander Vinter

Comedians:

Hannah Gatsby

Robert White

Bethany Black

Scientists/inventors/mathematians/Researchers:

Damian Milton

Bram Cohen

Michelle Dawson

Carl Sagan

Writers:

Neil Gaimen

Mel Bags

Kage Baker

Amy Swequenza

M. Remi Yergeau

Sean Barron

Lydia X Z Brown

Matt Burning

Dani Bowman

Nicole Cliffe

Laura Kate Dale

Aoife Dooley

Corrine Duyvus

Marianne Eloise

Jory Flemming

Temple Grandin

John R Hall

Naomi Higashida

Helan Hoang

Liane Holliday Willey

Luke Jackson

Rosie King

Thomas A McKean

Johnathan Mitchell

Jack Monroe

Caiseal Mor

Morenike Giwa- Onaiwu

Jasmine O'Neill

Brant Page Hanson

Dawn Prince-Hughs

Sue Robin

Stephen Shore

Andreas Souvitos

Sarah Stup

Susanna Tamaro

Chuck Tingle

Donna Williams

Leaders:

Julia Bascom

Ari Ne'eman

Sarah Marie Acevedo

Sharon Davenport

Joshua Collins

Conner Cummings

Kevin Healy

Poom Jenson

Amy Knight

Jared O'Mara

David Nelson

Shaun Neumeier

Master Sgt. Shale Norwitz

Jim Sinclair

Judy Singer

Dr. Vernon Smith

Artists:

Miina Akkijjyrkka

Danny Beath

Deborah Berger

Larry John Bissonnette

Patrick Francis

Goby

Jorge Gutierrez

Lina Long

Johnathan Lerman

Julian Martin

Haley Moss

Morgan Harper Nichols

Tim Sharp

Gilles Tehin

Willem Van Genk

Richard Wawro

Poets:

David Eastham

Christopher Knowles

David Miedzianik

Henriette Seth F

[egtotaldramatakes]

Let's make [Insert character] the second Noah!!

Kitty!!

Kitty x Carrie

Kitty x Brody

Kitty x Geoff

Kitty x Lorenzo

Kitty x Chet

Kitty x Jay

Mickey x Kitty x Jay

Kitty x Tammy

Kitty x Leonard

Kitty x Crimson

Kitty x Ennui

Kitty x Rock

Kitty x Mary

Kitty x Devin

Kitty x Ella

Kitty x Beardo

Kitty x Jasmine

Kitty x Dave

Kitty x Rodney

Kitty x Sugar

Kitty x Sammy

Kitty x Shawn

Kitty x Scarlett

Kitty x Max

Kitty x Dawn

Kitty x Brick

Kitty x Scott

Kitty x Jo

Kitty x Anne Maria

Kitty x Sam

Kitty x Dakota

Kitty x Cameron

Kitty x Mike

Kitty x Zoey

Kitty x Lightning

Kitty x Izzy

Kitty x Bridgette

Kitty x Eva

Kitty x Heather

Kitty x Trent

Kitty x Ezekiel

Kitty x Noah

Kitty x Owen

Kitty x Lindsay

Kitty x DJ

.

[awriterofdivinedreams]

Name Meanings/Etymologies of Devil May Cry Characters

Classic Devil May Cry Canon A: Agnus - lamb Alice - noble, of nobility Alex Lowell - to defend, to protect | young wolf Alyssa Martin - rational, noble | warlike, of Mars, warrior Amanda - worthy to be loved Angelina Hagel - messenger of god | farm Arius - warlike, devoted to Ares Arkham - happy

B: Beryl - colour of the sea Bobby - bright fame, shining glory Butler - servant in charge of the wine cellar

C: Carlo - man, free man Cindy - light Chen the Cannibal - dawn, morning, great, tremendous Christopher Lowell - bearer of Christ | young wolf Claude - lame, disabled Credo - I believe

D: Dante - enduring, steadfast, lasting Ducas - leader, to guide, general

E: Elena Huston - bright, shining light | hugh's town, settlement on the hill Elise - oath of God, God is satisfaction Ernest - serious, determined Enzo Ferino - home ruler | iron Eva - life, living one

F: Fredi - peaceful ruler

G: Gloria - glory Grue - shiver, shudder

I: Isaac - he will laugh

J: J.D. Morrison - son of the dark-skinned Jeffrey Turner - pledge of peace, district, traveler | lathe worker Jessica - to see before, god beholds, to behold Joe - he will add Julio - youthful, youth, downy bearded

K: Kalina Ann - viburnum tree, to make red-hot | grace, mercy, favour Kerry Marcus - dark, dark-haired | warlike, dedicated to Mars Kyle - narrow, strait, channel Kyrie - lord

L: Lady - noble, bread kneader Lucia - light Lynn Marcus - lake | warlike, dedicated to Mars

M: "Mad Dog" Denvers - crazy, insane | canine | green valley Margaret - pearl Mary - bitter, beloved, drop of the sea Matier - friend, friendly Michel - who is like God Mike Hagel - who is like God | farm

N: Nell Goldstein - bright, shining light, weaver, merciful, god is my light | gold stone, touchstone Nero - black, strong, powerful Nesty - place to sit down, pure, chaste Nicoletta “Nico” Goldstein - victory of the people | gold stone, touchstone Nina Lowell - little girl | young wolf

P: Patty Lowell - noble, patrician | young wolf Patty Lowell (heiress) - noble, patrician | young wolf Paul - small, little, humble

R: Rock Goldstein - crag | gold stone, touchstone Roy Martin - king, red, redhead | warlike, of Mars, warrior

S: Sally - princess, noblewoman Santa Claus - saint, holy | victory of the people Sanctus - holy Simon - he has heard, flat-nosed Soldier “Crew Cut” - mercenary | short-length haircut Solemnis - annual, ceremonial, religiously fixed Sparda - sword, simple, frugal

T: Tiki - hope, waterfall, image Tim - to honour

V: V “Vitale” - Roman numeral for five | life giving, lively Vergil - flourishing Vincent - to conquer

X: χ (Chi) - christ, Greek numeral for six hundred

BOSSES and/or DEMONS

A: Abigail - father's joy Argosax - bright, shining Agni - fire, flame Artemis - butcher, safe

B: Bael - lord, master Balrog - demon of might Baul - snail, slow like a snail Beastheads - wild animal | top of body, leader, ruler Belphagor - lord of the gap, lord of the opening Beowulf - bee wolf, war wolf, bear Berial - worthless Bolverk - evildoer, worker of evil Bradley - broad meadow Brian Lowell - noble, high, hill, strong | young wolf

C: Cavaliere Angelo - knight, horseman, rider | messenger of god Cerberus - hound of the earth, black wolfhound, death-darkness

D: Dagon - grain, fish Demon of Capulet City - spirit | hat | citizen Demon of Morris Island - spirit | dark-skinned | watery land Director - to guide Doppelganger - double-goer, double-walker

E: Echidna - snake, viper Elder Geryon Knight - old | earth | boy, youth, servant

F: Freki - greedy, ravenous Frost - to freeze Furiataurus - fury of the bull, furious bull

G: Geri - rules with a spear, greedy Geryon - earth Gigapede - giant foot Gilgamesh - the ancestor is a hero Gilver - [ERROR 404: meaning of word not found]

Gilbert - bright pledge

Goliath - to uncover, reveal, running, destroyer Griffon - curved, bent

H: Hell Vanguard - to cover, conceal | before guard

I: Infested Chopper - to attack, hostile | helicopter Infested Tank - to attack, hostile | reservoir of water

J: Jester - reciter of romances, minstrel Jokatgulm - [ERROR 404: meaning of word not found]

K: King Cerberus - ruler | hound of the earth, black wolfhound, death-darkness

L: Leviathan - to twist, coiled

M: Machiavelli - bad little nail Mad Hatter - crazy, insane | maker of hoods, maker of cowls Malphas - mischief Modeus [Asmodeus] - wrathful spirit, demon of wrath Mundus - world

N: Nefascapitis - head of sin, head of violation of divine law Nefasturris - tower of sin, tower of violation of divine law Nefasvermis - worm of sin, worm of violation of divine law Nelo Angelo - black, strong, powerful | messenger of god Nevan - little saint, little holy one Nidhogg - malice striker Nightmare - a female demon suffocates sleepers Nina Lowell (demon) - little girl | young wolf Noctpteran - night wing

O: Orangguerra - war orangutan

P: Phantom - an apparition, specter Plesio - near, close Plutonian - relating to wealth, relating to riches Pride - brave, pomp, valiant Priest - one who leads cattle

Q: Qliphoth - husks, empty shells

R: Red Eye - airplane flight that deprives travelers of sleep, raw and inferior whiskey Rudra - howler, roarer, to cry

S: Sara - princess, noblewoman Secretary - one entrusted with secrets Sid - wide Sloth - indolence, slowness, laziness

T: Tartarussian - relating to a deep pit Tateobesu - vertical, length, height | fat, stout, plump The Savior - the one who saves others Trismagia - three magicians

U: Urizen - your reason, to limit

W: White Rabbit - bright, shine | young rabbit

Ninja Theory's DmC: Devil May Cry Canon

A:  Assiel - created by god

B: Bob Barbas - bright fame, shining glory | beard, uncle, stammering

D: Dante (DmC) - enduring, steadfast, lasting

E: Eva (DmC) - life, living one

H: Hollow Dante - empty place | enduring, steadfast, lasting Hollow Kat - empty place | pure, clear Hollow Vergil - empty place | flourishing Hunter - one who chases wild animals

K: Kat - pure, clear

L: Lilith - spirit of the night

M: Mundus (DmC) - world Mundus's Spawn - world | to spread out, expand

P: Phineas - mouth of brass, dark skinned, serpent's mouth

S: Sparda (DmC) - sword, simple, frugal Succubus - to lie beneath

V: Vergil (DmC) - flourishing

[mangoshorthand]

Arrow of Time- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Chapter 9 (Hard Feelings Part 5)

SUMMARY: When the mother of all teenage tantrums causes time itself to fracture, Five has to travel back to 1831 to repair the damage. But will he be able to cope with what he finds there? On to Chapter 10 >> << Back to Chapter 8

Armed with all the information he needs, Five arrives at Lafayette Place, Bond Street. Meanwhile, you have a decision to make.

Chapter 9: A Mutual Dislike

Five blinks into the house without a care for being seen. He wants to be seen. He’s here to get his wife and break some fucking heads. 

The interior of Lafayette Place is bizarre. It’s as if a Maharaja married Liberace and moved into the Library of Congress. Five eyes the marbled pillars, elephant statues and plush, gilded furnishings with furious distaste.

He can hear raised voices from one of the rooms. Before entering, he lurks in the hallway.

"-can stand the humiliation when it’s confined only to my household, but when you make a fool of me in front of everyone-”

“But Anne, you’re asking Mary to perjure herself. I understand your anger but I’d never thought you’d stoop to such petty revenge!”

He leaves this room until last, searching the house stealthily. He doesn’t find you in the servants’ quarters. He does, however, find nine others, all of whom end up restrained and gagged by various methods. It’s like he doesn’t notice himself doing it: one minute he’s creeping up behind the butler and the next he’s shoving the final maid’s cap into her mouth alongside the others. 

It’s regrettable to have to restrain them and leave them tied there, but it’s for the best that they be unable to do anything that might put them at risk in the confrontation he’s promised himself. Eventually, after searching every room in the place, he’s forced to conclude that you’re not there unless you’re in the parlor where he heard the arguing couple, (Sir Lewis and Lady Anne Danforth, according to letters he’s found scattered around the property). 

Another blink and he’s standing in the parlor, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. There he is . For sure, Lewis is the same man he saw last night. 

Both the room’s occupants start upon his sudden appearance. The man steps instinctively in front of his wife, placing himself in between her and the intruder. Five feels adrenaline buzzing in each finger as he withdraws the Glok from his pocket. 

Clearly, they recognize this item as a gun, the terror in their faces redoubling as they focus on it. Five hears the woman take a deep breath, ready to shout for help or let out a scream.

“Unless you want your brain splattered all over that gaudy wallpaper, I'd suggest you keep quiet.” he says. Although he wants to scream and shake the gun wildly, trigger discipline wins out.  He keeps his voice and arm resolutely steady. The woman only whimpers, the sound dying in her throat. 

Satisfied, Five turns his eyes resolutely to Danforth, “I think you know my wife.”

“Your wife? There must be some mistake,” says the man, hands held palms forward either side of his head, “I don’t know you, sir, I know nothing of your wife.”

“Oh, that’s right,” said Five, sarcastically, advancing and grinning wide now, “how rude of me not to introduce myself! Lewis Danforth, right? My name’s Hargreeves, fucknut. Starting to get the picture? I got a funny feeling you and my wife know one another. 

“You…last night, I saw you in the billiard room…” he says, still shielding his wife as recognition dawns.

“Well done, asshole. ” Five whispers, spit flying between his clenched teeth and landing on Lewis’s collar, “did you enjoy fucking her? I hope you did because once I shoot your cock off, you’re gonna have to live off memories.”

Five laughs cruelly as Lewis immediately cups his crotch in an instinctive protective gesture.

The smell of unwashed bodies is oppressive. At least thirty women sit in there, waiting to be processed. One, an old woman smelling strongly of urine and spirits, is singing the same few lines of a song repeatedly in a dry reedy, wavering voice:

“...Mid pleasures and palaces, tho we may roam- ”

The holding cell is huge and cavernous. Hallways run either side of it; the door to the cell leads from one hallway while high barred and recessed windows onto the other let in in the room’s only light; dim now with the coming of evening. Wooden benches line thick plastered walls. The single latrine, on display in the middle of one of the walls, affords an unfortunate user no privacy whatsoever.

Fuck 1831: you’re done with it.

“- Be it ever so humble there’s no place-”

“Hold your noise, you mad old bat!” shrieks one of the other detainees, sliding her leg along the bench to give the old woman a little shove. 

“ -like home…” she finishes, vaguely.

You lean against one of the dank walls and lock eyes with the woman beside you on the bench. She’s young and pretty, if a bit disheveled.  Blonde ringlets frame her blue eyes. She smiles slightly and you return the gesture.

“What are you here for?” she asks, without preamble, “you look like you work for the upper crust.”

“Stealing.” you mutter, “falsely accused.”

“No need to lie to me,” she smiles warmly, eyes alight with cheeky humor, “I’m not the judge.”

You look up at her to find smiling at you companionably. She reminds you of Lila: she has the same impishness. The comparison makes you warm to her immediatey and you smile right back at her. It’s probably the first non-judgmental conversation you’ve had with another woman since you arrived here. It’s a nice feeling of solidarity. 

“What about you?” you ask. 

She looks down at her clothes and then back up at you as if that would explain it. She wears a bright pink dress, its low cut on the shoulders and her breasts are only made decent for this time period by a green shawl around her shoulders. When you still look none-the-wiser, her smile turns knowing.

“Vagrancy.” she smirks, “caught down an alley in consultation with a gentleman about services rendered.”

“Ah.” you say, cottoning on.

You stick out your hand and introduce yourself. She takes it with bemused good humor and shakes it. 

“Selina,” she replies, a little taken aback “I’m surprised that a respectable servant like you wants to know me!”

“We girls have to stick together,” you say, “this place is a shitshow.”

“Exactly!” she giggles, “All girls together. I like that.”

She pauses, leaning her head back against the wall too. 

“That’ll teach me to stick to the tavern- safer there…only business has been a bit thin recently.”

You hum sympathetically. Life can’t be easy for a sex worker in this day and age. You thought it was bad enough having to dodge Lewis’s grasping hands but you were lucky to have not gone down the same route as her.

“I had a gent on the hook for a few days,” she mutters, talking as much to herself as to you, “looked like he’d pay handsomely…handsome himself too, which makes for a nice change…but it didn’t pan out so I had to go further afield." she pauses, looking down contemplatively at her feet, "he was a strange man.”

“What happened?” you ask idly. You may as well make conversation: it’s rare to have the opportunity to talk to someone so friendly and unreserved in this life. 

“He bolted just before he could hand over his cash.”

You make a sympathetic noise concerned, “He ran off without paying?"

"No, I wasn't born yesterday. I take cash up front."

You share a small laugh here. "It was probably for the best," you say, "if he was as strange as you say, he could have given you trouble.”

She rocked her head from side to side, seeming to weigh the idea and not find it quite accurate. 

“He was just odd. Changeable. Looking daggers one minute and smiling the next.” she paused thoughtfully,  “He had a squabble with the wife, I should think.  Only I’d guess he’s one of those fools who actually love their wives, if you can imagine such a thing.” (you laugh), “…and there I was thinking the rich only married for more money.”

She finished musingly, as if not unhappy to have this realization. Then, she shrugged and sighed, stretching out on the bench as if in a sauna rather than a police holding cell. 

“You’re right: it probably was for the best. If they’re using you to get revenge, they’ve got a nasty habit of crying midway through or not being able to get their little captain to stand to attention. They can be funny about wanting a refund in that situation and I don’t like hassle.”

You laugh again, delighted by her dry and frank way of talking, but then the jingle of heavy, rusted keys in the lock catches all the inmates’ attention. 

“I’ve been looking for you.” says a cold voice from outside the cell.

Aoife hurried back into the study where Lila and Diego abruptly broke off their conversation. Her mind raced as she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and began to pace the same stretch of turkish rug her father had trodden only minutes before.

“I heard what you were talking about: Dad’s plan isn’t working. Time isn’t healing itself, right?”

Lila looked pained. With a quick glance between Diego and Luther and then a look down at Five’s broken Temporal Ambimeter, she decides to be open:

“No.” she admitted, “but he’ll have it sorted in no time, darling, so don’t-”

Aoife waved an impatient hand to silence her. Lila would have been affronted by this were it not for how cute this mannerism was coming from an actual thirteen year old - were the fact she was Five’s daughter ever in doubt, this would be conclusive proof.

She turns authoritatively to her uncles: “I’ve been reading your Dad’s journals on you all, only Dad’s for 1997 is missing: do either of you know where it is?”

Luther frowned, “He had annual journals?”

“Yeah…they’re right over there.” she said, pointing at the glass-fronted cabinet by the wall, “did you not know?”

“No?”

She looked at her uncles slightly pityingly before continuing.

“Well, there should be thirteen for Dad but there are only twelve and it’s the eighth one that’s missing. In number seven, he was still trying to get Dad to develop his time travel skills, but by the ninth he’s just focusing on spatial blinks- there’s not a word about time travel.”

“Oh,” Diego says. He seems to think for a moment before saying, “What are my journals like?”

“Not exactly flattering,” broke in Lila, “I read them just after Santi was born. They’re not worth the paper they’re written on.” she turned to Aoife now, “I know you want to help but you’re barking up the wrong tree. Your Dad’s pretty good with this stuff. If he wasn’t, you and your Mum wouldn’t even be here.” 

“But-” 

“She’s right Aoife,” said Luther, sternly, “I get that you’re feeling bad about all this but let your Dad and Lila solve this, okay?”

“But, I think-”

“You really don't think you’ve done enough ?” said Lila, flaring up.

As Aoife’s lip trembled, Diego shot Lila a disapproving glare. Before he could move to comfort her, Aoife blinked from the room.

He begs, spits blood and tries to deny it over and over again, even with the toe of Five’s shoe pressing into his larynx. 

“I h-h-ave not- I do not know your wife in that way, sir. Please- have mercy on an old man.”

“Bullshit,” Five spits, suddenly releasing his throat and aiming pointed toes directly at his balls. 

Though his wife is tied up on the floor like her servants downstairs, Five has left Danforth loose: it’s more satisfying to see him flop like a rag doll. 

“No,” he wheezes, rolling into a fetal position to protect himself. “I-I swear. She and I have had private interviews in my study which may be described as…improper for master and servant but-” 

Five kicks him again, in the back of the head this time. 

“ Tell me the truth , ”  he says, imperiously, sounding mad even to his own ears.

Lady Danforth interrupts, eyes rolling in terror.

“For God’s sake, Lewis, what use is it to lie?”

“Please,” said Sir Lewis, trying to protect his head from further blows, “Please don’t! I’ll…I’ll tell you all but you must stop!”

Five pauses his attack with difficulty, thrusting clenched fists in his pockets and looking down on the man beneath him with an expectant look, daring him to lie. He takes several deep, wheezy breaths and tries to explain.

“It was just a flirtation, slight on her side. I-I’m an old man. It gives one…distinction among one’s friends if -”

“ Lewis, tell him!” Lady Danforth sounds desperate now, her shrill voice echoing off the high ceiling. Five’s voice rumbles along with it.  

“ Stop lying.”  He draws out the words, enjoying the terror on both of their faces. “What, you think I’m dumb , you lying fuck? I heard you, remember!”

Sir Lewis sobs, hands out in surrender again. He takes a few deep, shuddering breaths and looks at his wife before responding.

“All right, all right . Just please , leave me be.” he takes another few deep, wheezing breaths, “I admit it: your wife and I have had an attachment. Now please-”

"You fucked her?"

"I did. Is that enough for you, sir?"

Five cuts him off with another heavy press of his shoe onto his throat. 

The closed carriage ride with the burly manservant who sprung you from jail was deadly quiet. You didn’t know where you were going- all the blinds were drawn on the windows and you hadn’t felt permitted to open them. Your questions were met only with grunted half-responses that gave you no information. All you know is what he told you in the jail: Sir Reginald Hargreeves has secured your release.

When you stepped out and found yourself at a darkened Le Roy Place, the man had grabbed your upper arm, pulled you alongside him and through the door opened from within.

Now you sit in the well-appointed drawing room, again face to face with Reginald Hargreeves. 

“I hope your time in jail wasn’t too distressing. Did the police treat you well?”

“It was fine.”  you say, quietly, “How did you get me out?”

He waves a vague hand, “I am a man of many ways, means and connections. A well-placed bribe can get one almost anywhere- in this time and in any other.”

“Well…thank you, I guess,” you murmur.

He disregards this, instead getting down to business. 

“I hope this may encourage you to think more favorably about my proposition?” he asks, raising an inquiring eyebrow. His similarities to Five are spooky: apparently this is a mannerism Five picked up from him.

“Sir Reginald,” you sigh, “I…I can’t risk it. Believe me, I want to: I really do, but I can’t risk it. There’s more to this than you realize.”

“Then tell me, what do you intend to do? You have a charge of thievery hanging over your head.”

You rest your forehead in one hand, rubbing above your eyes. Can you tell him the nature of what you know without the specifics? That you’re connected to someone who will be important in his future and telling him more could damage the timeline…but is even that too much? You know so little about this stuff. 

What you do know is Reginald would likely have no problem erasing your life as you knew it as long as his precious plans were unharmed.  What if he gets you home only to discover that Aoife was never born? What if you and Five never met?

When you don’t reply, he leans forward, supporting himself on an unnecessary jewel-topped walking cane.

“Allow me to be clear,” he says, “I hope you will agree to stay as my guest and I have an apartment prepared as such.” he gestures vaguely at the ceiling and the rooms above in a strange ‘mi casa su casa’ sort of way. When he continues, however, he sounds less welcoming than the movement would suggest.

“I would like you to aid me willingly…but you can consider yourself released into my custody. Be warned that I do not consider your willingness a necessity. You will tell me everything, be it today over a glass of cognac or in a week in far less friendly circumstances.”

You look back up at him. Now he’s holding a decanter in one hand and a glass in the other, eyebrow again arched.

“Which will it be, Mrs Hargreeves?”

You purse your lips. Again, his expression reminds you of his adopted son. If he’s like Five in some ways, perhaps he is in others? Back when you first met him, the best way to get your way with him was to take no nonsense and hold him to his own words. As with Five, it feels important that your relationship with this man begins with a free and frank exchange of terms. You sit up straighter, deciding once and for all on your course of action.

“Pour me a drink.”

Reginald nods approvingly and obliges, filling the glass generously. You take it from him silently and drink a healthy sip. He watches you expectantly, clearly waiting for you to begin. You don’t give him the satisfaction of talking, crossing one leg over the other and sitting back in your chair. On your side at least, it quickly becomes a battle of wills. You aren’t going to speak until he does. Forcing him to break the silence suddenly feels paramount. 

At last he does and you feel dizzying triumph as if you’ve already won the day.

“Well?”

“Well,” you say, taking another sip, “last night you told me I’d have three days to decide. I don’t see why you intend to go back on that deal.”

“Hm,” he says, surprised and annoyed. “You must admit that the situation has changed since last night. You now rely upon my protection and it would be fair to say that you owe me.”

You tilt your head from side to side, seeming to weigh his words.

“Maybe. But I thought you wanted to be - what was the word?- friendly about this?”

He exhales in irritation.

“You seem very comfortable goading me. I take it that you and I have history…or will at least develop one?”

You ignore him.

“Listen: I got up at five AM today and I’ve been in a disgusting holding cell for most of that. I’m tired. So how about this: top up my drink, show me up to my room and let me get a good night’s sleep first? Then, in the morning, I’m all yours.”

He considers, doubt crossing his already clouded face.

“When we were dancing,” he says, “I got the distinct impression you disliked me. Now I can safely say that the feeling is mutual.”

You shrug with complete unconcern and hold out your glass. 

He arrives in a fizzle of static. Once he’s taken stock of his surroundings and ensured he truly is alone, he moves swiftly, footsteps echoing through the dark, windowed passage. He can hear murmuring women from up ahead. Behind bars, there are shifting silhouettes, whispers and slow, deep breathing. One of them is singing quietly and tunelessly. 

“No place like home….”

Unable to see faces, he whispers your name into the dark and gets no response. He tries again and still receives no answer. The sleeping women are starting to stir now, he can see their shapes trying to discern his features and failing as he has with theirs.

He speaks your name again, louder now.

“She’s gone,” comes a vaguely familiar voice. Its owner, a figure just as much in shadow as the others, steps forwards, “she was taken perhaps two hours since. By a big manservant-type.”

She finally steps into a shaft of moonlight: enough for each to make out the other’s features.

“Hello sir,” she says, laughingly “what a coincidence that you and I should have an acquaintance in common.”

Five smiles in spite of everything.

“Where did he take her Selina?” 

“Said he worked for Reginald Hargreeves.”

“Shit.” he said, softly. 

“If I knew gents could break women out of jail I might have tried a bit harder with you last night.”

He smiles again, extending his hand through the bars and taking hers. It always takes more effort to blink with more than one person, especially over longer distances, but he manages it without too much trouble, extracting them both from the portal without too big a jolt and letting go of her hand in the street beside the police station.

She takes one moment to look around herself, disbelievingly before shrieking and stumbling away from him as though he’s just pulled a knife on her.

“Hey, calm down. Be quiet, you idiot. We’re still right beside the station! Wait.” 

She stops several feet away, still gaping at him and poised as if to run.

“Can you tell me anything else about her? It’s my wife: I need to find her.” as he says this, he rummages in his coat pocket. 

“I…she just said she was in for stealing.” she says, sounding perplexed. He knew this from the Danforths and nodded encouragingly, “we talked a bit. I mentioned you actually, though only in passing.” she looks as if she’s searching for anything that might be relevant, “I…I don’t know what else to tell you. The man said Reginald Hargreeves wanted her and had secured her release.”

Five nods. His father’s name was all the information he needed, really. He rummages in his pocket and slaps the antique pocket-watch into her hand.

“Thank you. Take this: sell it. It’s 18 karat gold and the gems are high-grade sapphires. It’s worth around-” he quickly performs the inflation calculation, “- I’d say around fifteen hundred dollars.. It’s a serious chunk of change anyway. Put on your best clothes and sell it to a jeweler uptown- not that shitty pawnbroker. Invest in real-estate on Manhattan island. Get advice but I think leasing it to others will be your best chance. The city’s only going to grow.”

She looks nonplussed.

“Say it back to me.”

“What are you?”

He ignores her, annoyed now even as he tries to do this good thing. The chance of it badly damaging the timeline is minimal but he takes this as a calculated risk. He repeats himself.

“Sell this to a jeweler uptown. Don’t take less than thirteen hundred dollars and invest it in real estate on Manhattan Island. 

“Yes…” she said, still shocked. 

“Thank you. Don’t tell anyone where you got it- never mention me to anyone . And stay as far away from Reginald Hargreeves as you can.”

And then he reached out, patted her arm and blinked away, making her cringe away from another flash of blue static.

On to Chapter 10 >> Masterpost