#freeze girl / the magicians.

[freezegirl]

i mean seriously , what do they expect , you know ? - from Margo.

fillory & further // @actiongal's margo hanson

she wouldn't be surprised to find a thousand years had passed since she flopped down on her bed and stared at the same spot. khione goossens didn't have energy for anything else.

exhaustion froze her features, forcing her to exist in this gelid headspace.

there had been so much fire. so much ash. so many bodies of magic users and non-magic users alike, charred and bent and broken. this has baron battle's trademark written all over it. how the man escaped a maximum security prison, and then once again escaped the commander’s clutches, khione would never understand.

(if the commander - whose magic gives him super strength - and jetstream - whose magic allows her to fly - are the closest thing the world's got to actual superheroes, then baron battle must be, by definition, the closest thing the world's got to an actual super villain. khione's dad certainly seems to think so, seeing as baron forced him into early retirement. and then her mom retired too, in solidarity. now he's a well known actor and she's a well known reality tv personality, and they're never really home and that suits them just fine because, technically, their kid is never really home, either.)

"i mean seriously, what do they expect, you know?" says a voice.

"they expect they can get to baron and they expect us to sit back. they won't let us go rescue ethan, but we're going to," khione says without looking up. she doesn't have to be able to see margo to know she's leaning against the doorway, looking extremely cool.

because, let's face it, margo hanson's the coolest physical kid.

most of the stronghold seven are physical kids too. with the sole exception of layla, but then again, she's at the physical kids cottage so much that she may as well be an honorary member.

all of them are legacies: there's will stronghold, whose magic embues him with super strength as well as the ability to fly; then there is ethan bank, genius and hydromancer to be; then there's the aforementioned layla williams, whose discipline is natural magic; there's also magenta lewis who can shapeshift and whose discipline is unclear; zach braun has the potential to rival alice quinn when it comes to phosphoromancy, if only he'd ever unlock it beyond glowing in the dark.

warren peace makes number six - a pyromancer and, as elliot waugh once put it, walking and talking proof that hate sex can lead to good things. (he'd threatened to set elliot on fire.)

and khione herself rounds out the squad, being the seventh and final member.

the younger of the two moves, then, and sits up with a heaving sigh. "is it too presumptious of me to assume you've come to impart actual wisdom before we leave on our... quest?"

[candiedspit]

THERE SHE WAS, PARADISE

Could go for a cup of coffee about now.

That was Spritzer; that old, foul mouth. Always at the end of his gun. Made of tuna cans and gold enamel. Smelling of black cigars and camel dung. That would make sense. A stake through his heart. The surfer collapsing beneath what he dared to ride. The whole thing. It was cold. We were out in Queens smoking blues and waiting for his cellular to light up. Waiting for the stocks to awaken. Bill was our friend and when Bill called we were going to follow his voice to Jerusalem and cash in our winnings.

It was Christmas Eve and Spritzer was the only thing I had.

This was life after hallucinating pink ducks in the motel off the freeway and this was life after grey goose romance and call girl valentines.

Fucking freezing, Spritzer said, blowing breath into his hands.

I always laughed when he did this. Imagined him to be a side of the road magician blowing crack smoke at kids birthday parties. After a while, the phone rang. It was Bill. We rode the J train back into Brooklyn where minimum wage men had strung up garlands of pretty blue lights from one end of the street to the next so that the streets, covered in a slush, reflected the manufactured twinkles. A baby blue twilight. As we went, Spritzer whistled an old showtune. As we passed skinny naked trees and all of the supermarkets closed and the only souls outside were the ones like ours, bastards who couldn’t wrap a thing, who shouted and ruined, who destroyed.

Ain’t known Bill was rich, Spritzer said as we approached Bill’s building.

He punched random buttons on the intercom. There was a buzz. We cramped into the elevator and whooshed to the third floor where Bill apparently lived.

There was Bill and the swinging monkeys. Bill hosted the meeting we went to, had founded our love club, the club you only got into when you’ve gone coma, when you’ve burned down the damn house except your the only thing living inside, when you can’t be coaxed inside in the middle of a cold snap and when you have nowhere else to go.

Absolutely nowhere.

Tatiana was poking through the records and Robert poured me a club soda and French handed me a small box.

No, I said. No, please. Don’t give me nothing.

I was new to the club, only six months. Spritzer had three years on me. But I had been lost a long time. I hadn’t been allowed to see my family for fourteen months at that point though I saw Juliana in my dreams almost every night. I imagined her playing the trombone and hating every second. How badly I wanted to hear the twisted music. I wanted to be the mouth piece. But I had hope. The hope had led me to Bill.

I opened the box and almost began to weep.

Whadya get? Spritzer asked. I got a rubber duck keychain.

I showed him, holding the thing in my palm.

Real nice, he said. His hand found my shoulder and stayed there.

Real nice, Rabbit.

[fakesurprise]

One Snowy Afternoon

There is a fight going on next door. A man and woman screaming at each other as two children try and untangle Christmas lights and pretend nothing is wrong. This house is empty for the season, or was until it let me inside. Now there is soft music sometimes, the fireplace is often lit on purpose and the home left empty by owners of a dozen other properties is no longer quite as vacant. One bathroom might need to be sealed against any future entrance, but that’s a problem for the future.

Charlie and Jay are out having an adventure together. I wisely did not ask the details, but Jay is wanting to find me a present so I definitely didn’t wonder about that. There is power that goes deeper than power, a truth some magicians never learn. Sometimes I suspect it is like so many things: it can be learned, but it can never be taught. This house likes us living here, but there are other ones, and other towns if it comes down to that.

I set my coffee aside, put on a jacket and walk out into the snow.

Joe and Linda Miliken are not-yelling at each other over some missing decoration, over how many lights to put on the roof, over a dozen small things that aren’t the real. About his back, her about the power bill and how many neighbours he needs to impress with lights this year. Currents and undercurrents, trying to sound civilized in case anyone else is paying attention in the early afternoon. Alexis and Daxon are untangling lights; she is whispering something to her little brother, keeping him from crying. She has that tight grimness of someone who wants to yell but knows that would only make it worse; Daxon looks scared in ways he had no words for.

I walk towards them. “Hello?”

Joe turns, confused. We don’t have lights on in the house. “Who’re you?” he barks.

“Your new neighbour; we’re renting the house next door for the season,” I say. “I wanted to know if you needed any help?”

He stiffens, his eyes narrowing.

His wife steps beside him. “We are fine,” she says in a tone that dares me to make a reply.

“I am good at untangling lights,” I say mildly, and step past him.

He grabs my arm. This is his home, his castle. His so strongly he passes through my wards. “I don’t know your game, but you can decorate your own house and leave us alone, mister.”

“I mean no insult, but you were shouting and you are scaring your children: what kind of neighbour would I be if I didn’t offer to help with a problem?” I say softly.

Joe freezes. I have few talents that are my own, but one is to speak truths that can’t be ignored.

“We’re not scaring them,” Linda says, far too practised at ignoring truths. “Are we?”

“No,” both kids whisper, holding hands.

She smiles at me, thin and triumphant. “I think you should stick your nose into other business than ours.”

I smile back, and she hesitates at my smile because it isn’t one at all.

“Alexis?” The girl gapes at my knowing her name, but recovers quickly. “I think you and Daxon should go inside and get warm. Have a nice hot chocolate with extra marshmallows?”

Daxon grins at that. “That’s my favourite drink! Can we? Can we?”

She pulls her brother to the garage door and I touch Joe’s arm in turn before he can move. “Don’t. If you love them, don’t say anything.”

“How dare you,” Linda hisses, stepping up to stare down at me. “We were having a small spat, but it is hardly the concern of some neighbour we’ve never met!”

I reach down for the one box of bulbs and shake it. Need. Desire. Will. The magic comes, soft as a wind, swift as a river and I shake the entire strand out in moments. “It’s never a small spat to children, Linda. They see everything. They watch everything. They learn and know so many things they might never be able to explain. You’re hurting, and they’re going to hurt and they won’t stop hurting even if you do.”

“Now see here –,” Joe snaps.

I hold his gaze, drawing up power around me like a cloak. Part of being the wandering magician of an era is having the power of places I wander to, however fragile it might be. Power is one thing they can both respect, even if they don’t understand the source of my own. I could tell them how lights are important against the dark, and how decorations are a ward against the turning of the year and how rituals protect us as much as they serve us, but I’m not certain they’d even try to understand. I can force some things, but not without too high a cost.

“Try and be better, for their sake: not because of the season, but because that is the duty of a parent. Be someone they trust. Become someone they respect. Hold them up when they world pushes them down. That’s all you can do: the rest is not important. Honour the choices you made,” I add, softer still.

I put no power into the words, just turning and walking away. Neither tries to stop me. I think Joe notices the snow doesn’t land on me, but forgets it as quickly as he can.

I pack our things before Charlie and Jay return. I can help with magic, but magic cannot last. Charlie can do other things, and Jay far more than either of us but sometimes I have to trust to people, and to hope and not to magic at all. Jay would fix this, with bindings and will and not understanding what he did: that’s not fair to anyone, because changing them would not truly help them.

I text Charlie that I’m meeting them in the RV, and we’re heading to another town.

She doesn’t ask questions.

By the time I’m leaving, Joe has a ladder up and Alexis is holding it as he puts up lights.

A small thing, but sometimes a start towards something more.

[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 3

Katherine ran down the corridor. It was well-furnished with little tables and vases and the occasional gorgeous painting on the wall, nicer even than Katherine’s own family home, but she didn’t have time to admire it. She’d slipped into her room at the same time as the others, pulled on her dress, which had magically appeared on her bed since she’d lost it during the challenge, and left immediately. One woman turned into a thumbsucker, another stripped of her stylish clothes and dressed up like a nursery schooler, and a third, worst of all, rendered permanently incontinent.

Katherine’s relief at not being in Becky’s place had quickly passed. It was pretty clear what sort of thing the Magician had in mind for them, and Katherine had no intention of ending up as some overgrown baby herself. There were still three challenges to go, not to mention whatever extra things the Magician might do to them if they were voted out. She couldn’t stand the thought of ending up like Becky, forced to spend the rest of her life in diapers. Diapers. A fashion statement that told the world you couldn’t even control your bladder and bowels, that you were no better than a two-year-old at keeping yourself clean and dry. The idea that a grown woman could be reduced to that was terrifying. She had to get out of here now.

Katherine ran as quietly as she could. She’d gone deeper into the mansion – there was no way she was going back through the hall when there was a chance Becky and the Magician were still there – but the place was like a labyrinth. Still, there had to be an exit, and sneaking out was clearly her best option. The man was obviously a real magician of some kind, but he surely couldn’t know everything. Katherine was more worried about coming across other people in the house, members of staff perhaps, maids or cooks or housekeepers, anyone who might alert the Magician to what she was doing.

She froze as she head the faint sounds of a soft, female voice coming from up ahead. There was a door on the right of the corridor just a few feet away that was slightly ajar. She’d have to be careful to sneak past without whoever was inside seeing her. She approached cautiously, and as she got closer, the words of the woman inside became clearer.

“There’s a good girl,” she cooed. “Drink it all up for Nanny now, that’s a good baby. Such a hungry girl, aren’t you? Someone’s getting her tum-tum nice and full, isn’t she?”

When she was right outside the door, Katherine peeked inside through the gap. What she saw made her freeze in place. There was a beautiful middle-aged woman sitting on a sofa. Her breasts, larger even than Katherine’s own, were out, and latched onto the nipple of one of them was a girl who seemed to be around Katherine’s age, naked but for the thick white nappy on her bottom. All Katherine could see of her head was her sleek brown hair, but there was no doubt she was nursing eagerly on the older woman’s breast.

“That’s it,” the woman crooned down at the girl laying across her lap. “Drink up all of Nanny’s milk like a good baby.”

Katherine was transfixed. It was like looking at a car crash – a girl her age reduced to the level of a nursing infant.

Quite suddenly, the older woman looked up, straight into Katherine’s eyes. A broad smile appeared on her face, maternal yet slightly sinister as well.

“Does someone else want a suckle?” she asked lightly.

Katherine squealed and fled as fast as she could down the corridor. She ran past other doors, trying not to think about what might be behind them. It was only until she came close to another open one, with a woman’s voice coming from it once again, this time stern and lecturing, that she hesitated.

“You naughty little thing! You do not take your nappy off, missy. I hope that red bottom will teach you a lesson. Come on, legs in, let’s get this over your nappy. You know what a little fountain you can be.”

Katherine couldn’t help herself. She stopped running to glance inside.

There was another Nanny in the room, and another girl. But this time the young lady was standing up, sniffling, her eyes red from crying, while her Nanny tugged a pair of plastic pants over her comically large diaper. She wasn’t wearing anything else. Her bare, womanly breasts, tight tummy, and slender legs clashed ridiculously with the bulky nappy on her bottom.

Just like before, as if she could somehow sense Katherine’s presence, the woman looked around suddenly, smirking. Katherine felt her stomach drop.

“Hang around sweetie, and Nanny will change you into a nappy and plastic pants of your own.”

Katherine fled again, breathing frantically. She had to get out of here! She had to! But as she ran, she began to feel an odd dizziness. She was slowing down, and her strides becoming more and more uncoordinated. Her gait widened, and she found herself lifting her feet too high off the ground, stomping the floor forcefully when they came down and putting her off-balance. She was toddling!

“No, no, no, no, no…” she muttered to herself, tears welling up in her eyes. She kept going. At the end of the corridor was a door. If she could just reach it…

Her knees gave out, and she fell to her hands and knees. She crawled desperately towards the door, tears spilling down her cheeks. She was so close! She didn’t even notice as her knee-length dress shortened, rising up her legs and over her backside, until her bare bum and pussy were on display. She’d been in such a hurry to escape that she hadn’t even bothered putting on underwear.

“Where are you off to, little one?” came the Magician’s deep, amused voice from right behind her. Katherine shrieked in fear and looked around, gazing up at the man standing above her with a wicked smile on his face.

“I… I… I was just…”

“It seems like you’ve been running all over the house, silly girl!” He reached down and patted her bare bottom. “That’s very naughty, sweetie. Daddy told you to get changed and meet back in the dining room. But it looks like a certain little lady was trying to escape! Did you think I wouldn’t know, Katherine? I brought you here with a snap of my fingers, remember? There’s no getting away.”

“I’m sorry!” Katherine sobbed, terror on her face. “Please don’t do anything to me!”

The Magician chuckled and, taking her by her hands, lifted Katherine to her feet. She was relieved that she was able to stand up again, even if her new shorter dress just barely covered her pussy.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m not going to do anything too bad to you. But you do need to be punished.”

“Oh God no!” Katherine wailed. “Please!”

“Hush baby. You were very naughty for trying to run away, and I think I know a very fitting punishment for you.”

Still keeping a hold of her hand, he started leading her back down the corridor. With a horrible plummeting in her stomach, Katherine realised that she was still toddling. Her stance was still wide and awkward, her steps still heavy and uncoordinated.

“There won’t be any more running for you, little miss,” said the Magician, confirming her fears. “And no more elegant struts down the catwalk either.”

Katherine burst into tears as the Magician tugged her along behind him. She was going to be stuck like this! She’d always carried herself with such dignity and grace, and now she was supposed to stomp around everywhere like some stupid three-year-old?!

“I heard you saw a couple of the other girls staying in my house,” the Magician went on conversationally, ignoring Katherine’s sobbing. “Little Lizzy getting her afternoon feeding. She used to be a particularly scathing food critic, responsible for the shutdown of many lovely restaurants. She was quite the snob when it came to food. Now she’s on a diet of nothing but breastmilk.” He looked devilishly happy about it. “Of course, most of the guests I have get to go back to their lives – their new ones anyway – but sometimes there are special cases. Since I made her unable to eat or drink anything except breastmilk, I thought little Lizzy might as well stay here with one of the lovely Nannies I employ to be her wetnurse. Then you saw cute little Jemima too. Believe it or not, she was a hardened criminal once, getting involved in gangs and doing all sorts of nasty things. But now she spends her days toddling around in her nappies, playing with her toys, and getting spanked for the slightest bit of misbehaviour. Her attitude is so much better now!”

Finally, Katherine and the Magician were back in the hall. He led her, waddling absurdly and flashing her pussy with every awkward step, into the dining room where they’d had their baby-food lunch earlier that day. The rest of the girls were standing around nervously. They stared at Katherine with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Abby, Madelyn, and Susie were standing close together, but Becky was a little distance away, still wearing a stinky, heavily soiled nappy between her legs. Madelyn was still nursing her thumb, and Susie had apparently not found any adult clothes to change into in her room, because she was still dressed like a nursery schooler.

“Little Katie here tried to escape,” the Magician explained. “So now she toddles when she walks. Isn’t she just the cutest?”

Katherine blushed bright red and kept her eyes fixed on the floor.

“Now then,” the Magician went on, “it’s almost time to have our first vote.” He waved his hand and a ballot box appeared on the table in front of them. “But first, you can all have a little discussion. Talk to whoever you want, or don’t. It’s up to you. But in a couple of minutes, you’ll all be voting to kick one of your number out of the competition. Good luck!”

He vanished, leaving the five women standing there, unsure of what to do. Becky started to move closer to the other girls, but Abby and Madelyn looked disgusted, and Susie said “Ewww! No! Stay over there Becky!”

Becky didn’t know whether she wanted to burst into tears or start screaming in rage. The nappy sagging from her hips was disgusting, but this wasn’t her fault!

“Look, I’m sorry,” Susie said, turning to the others. “But do we really want to spend the rest of this ordeal with a woman who might poop her pants at any moment? I think we should vote out Becky.”

“No!” Becky squealed, looking around desperately. “Please don’t! I don’t want to go home like this! I don’t wanna be a big baby forever!” She looked utterly pathetic.

Abby almost felt a little sorry for her, but she agreed with Susie that spending however many more challenges around a yucky, smelly, pants-filling baby woman was disgusting. But on the other hand, sobbing and crying in her nappies, the eighteen-year-old Becky didn’t seem like she would be much of a threat…

Susie and Becky continued arguing while the others watched. Abby stared at Susie, thinking hard. If anything, Susie was far more likely to pose a threat to Abby in future rounds. She glanced at Madelyn, and noticed that she was also looking at Susie appraisingly, her brow furrowed. She might almost have looked calculating if it wasn’t for the thumb bobbing stupidly in her mouth. Abby might have considered voting out Madelyn – she’d seemed so confident and powerful at the beginning – but being turned into a thumbsucker seemed to have robbed her of some of her authority. Madelyn looked up, and their eyes met. A flash of understanding passed between them. Katherine was still sniffling, mourning her ability to walk like an adult. She wouldn’t be of any use, but hopefully it wouldn’t matter.

The Magician suddenly reappeared, and Susie and Becky’s argument broke off. “Are we all ready, girls?” he asked with that horrible smile. He passed out a piece of paper and a crayon to each of them. They all hurried away from one another and, covering their work like schoolchildren taking a test, they scribbled down a name. One by one, they walked up to the ballot box and placed their piece of paper into the slot. Then they all stood around fearfully while the Magician opened it up, and took them out to look at.

“Excellent!” he announced. “At three votes, we have a clear loser.” He looked around, his eyes glittering with light. There was tense silence but for the wet smacking sound of Madelyn’s thumbsucking. The magician’s gaze passed over each of them before coming to rest on Susie. “Miss Taylor,” he said. Susie felt her blood run cold. “I’m afraid you’re out of the competition.”

“No!” Susie cried. “It can’t be me! Count the votes again! I couldn’t… I won’t…”

But the Magician was walking up to her slowly, and her voice died. “Awww, don’t be scared, little one,” he cooed, tickling her under the chin. “I’m not going to throw you out to the cold. I know just the person to take care of you.” He gestured to the door. Susie looked over, and saw her mother standing in the doorway. She felt as though a bucket of ice had been poured over her.

“Hi Susie-wusie!” Mrs Taylor cooed, with a very Magician-like smile. “Are you reading to come back home?” Her voice was slow and patronising, like she was talking to a very young child.

Susie could only stare in horror. Then, when she realised what the Magician intended for her, she turned round and ran. She only made it a few steps before her mother’s voice said sternly, “Stay where you are, little girl!” and Susie felt her body freeze. “Now come back here right this instant. Come to Mummy, Susie-poo.”

Susie couldn’t stop herself from turning around and marching back over to her mother to stand submissively before her.

“W-what have you done to me?” she whispered.

“This lovely man’s sorted out everything,” Mrs Taylor said, tilting her head at the Magician. “He’s made it so you won’t be able to disobey me ever again. Anything I tell you to do, you’ll do it. Isn’t that wonderful? Mummy always did know what’s best for you, and now I’ll have full control of your life for good. You’ve been a very naughty girl, Susie. Running away from Mummy, going off to university, thinking you can be ‘mature’ and ‘independent’. You’ve been very, very naughty – and you know what that means, don’t you sweetie?”

Susie whimpered. She knew what her mother was going to say before she said it. Those horrible, terrifying, humiliating words from her childhood.

“It’s smacky bum-bum time, Susie.”

“No….” Susie sobbed, barely audibly. She hated those words more than anything in the world. It was all her mother’s strict discipline wrapped up in the most patronising, insultingly infantile language. It was every humiliating spanking she’d ever received, right up until the day she’d left home.

“Yes, baby,” her mother said, talking in that same slow, sweet, condescending voice. “Naughty girls need red tushies.” She reached under Susie’s skirt and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her cotton underpants. Then, agonizingly slowly, she drew them down to her daughter’s knees. “There we go. Now over my knee, Susie.”

Susie fought as hard she could to resist, but it was impossible. She draped herself over her mother’s lap obediently.

Mrs Taylor flipped up her daughter’s tiny skirt, exposing her pale bare bottom. She patted it gently, as if savouring the sight of her wayward daughter back over her knees once again, and then she started to rain down sharp, painful smacks.

Susie screwed up her face in pain and humiliation as her bottom quickly went from white to red. She wanted to stay in control of herself, to preserve whatever dignity she had left, but it was useless. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she started to cry. Her crying became louder and louder as her mother spanked her like a disobedient child, until she was wailing like a baby at the top of her lungs. “Dobbit Mummy!” she sobbed thickly. “P’ease dobbit! I don’t wanna be a little girl again! Waaaaaaaaah!”

The other girls watched with a combination of horror and morbid fascination, and in Becky’s case a tiny bit of satisfaction, as Susie got her bottom smacked like a little girl.

At last, Mrs Taylor finished. She helped Susie off her lap and got to her feet. Susie just stood there, crying her eyes out with her undies around her ankles and her bottom bright red.

“Thank you for everything,” Mrs Taylor said to the Magician. “I’m so glad to have my little girl back where she belongs. Do you think you could be so kind as to send us home? I think this little one needs to spend a few hours in time-out before bed.”

The Magician inclined his head graciously. “Of course.” He snapped his fingers, and Susie and her mother vanished.

[hermiola]

Writer's Meme, 2024 Edition

I've been tagged by @turquoisedata 💜

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How many works do you have on ao3?

14. 6 Good Omens + 8 MCU, but we have to go back to 2014 and 2016 for those. I also used to publish on an Italian fanfiction archive where I have 70 more fics (I went back to check and count them after approximately two thousand years and HOLY SHIT, I didn't remember them being so many! My first fic is more than 20 years old WTF).

What’s your total word count?

150.000 words on AO3. But I'm guessing it's waaay higher than that (the Italian archive doesn't show the word count 🥲).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My GO fics have the most kudos (given the popularity of the fandom + the fact that they're written in English and not in Italian). I have 6, so the top 5 is basically all of them:

Take a Little Love From Me (Pretty Woman AU)

Final Breakthrough (Now!) (Post-Season 2 Fix-It)

Crazy Little Thing (Called Love) (Non-S2-complying silliness)

When Hell Freezes Over (Human AU with magician!Crowley and critic!Aziraphale)

Let There Be Rock (First meeting after 1967)

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I do! I don't get that many, so it's not overwhelming, and I just like to respond. As I said somewhere else, my experience in the GO fandom has been mostly a solitary one (recently not so much though!) so I just like to interact whenever I can.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to consider only the GO ones because I feel like the others have been written by another me entirely (also I'm not sure I even remember them).

So it's definitely Let There Be Rock.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I'd say all of them, but Take a Little Love From has a proper epilogue and everything. I guess their happiness has more space there than elsewhere.

Do you write crossovers?

I have in the past, but not anymore.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that I know of.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not really. I LOOOOVE reading smut (especially in those chonky slow burn fics), but I can't bring myself to write explicit smut for some reason. I love describing the tension and the heat of the moment (I love UST so much I'm going to marry it tbh - like nothing makes me happier/hornier than two people who want to fuck each other but can't for some reason - am I edging myself? IDK) but when it comes to my own writing I feel like spelling out the details just ruins the moment. I do think it's my ace showing in some way. But, anyway, I read the filthiest filth so this definitely doesn't apply to reading. And who knows, maybe one day I'll try! I'm not ruling anything out.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I used to translate HP fics back in the day (from English to Italian). We're talking 20 years ago. And it's funny when you think about it, because I translate novels for work now 🤣

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, always back in the day with HP. I'm still friends IRL with the girl I wrote them with (we actually met because of HP) (this is as good a time as any to say FUCK YOU JKR).

What's your all-time favourite ship?

This depends on the hyper-fixation of the moment. I cannot multitask with my OTPs. If I get obsessed with a new one, I retire the previous one. Like I could split my life into different time periods just based on my OTPs. Ron/Hermione has been my personality for YEARSSSS, but now I can barely think about HP without cringing. Another BIG ONE was Clint/Natasha from the MCU (which explains my look here on Tumblr), but the MCU as a whole has gone a bit stale for me (with few exceptions). And now it's all about Crowley/Aziraphale - it's so bad I had to unretire from fanfiction writing after almost 10 years LOL.

(I like many other ships but not to the point of *obsession*).

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

The only one I can think of is a Clintasha Actors AU, but I don't think I have it anymore, and I wouldn't finish it even if I had.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogues and banter are my favourite things to write, and I think it shows.

What are your writing weaknesses?

English is not my first language, so my writing lacks variety I think. I feel like I have always the same phrases stuck in my head, so it's probably kind of repetitive, especially when compared to some of the fics I read. (But when I started writing my first GO fic in English I wasn't even sure I could *actually* do it, so I'm proud of myself either way!).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it's okay! I personally would ask a native speaker to help me (if possible) instead of going the Google Translate route. Being Italian and watching/reading almost exclusively in English I know how silly it sounds when the characters start speaking your language and they're saying nonsense (but no harm done even in this case, imo, especially in fanfics. In movies, though, it's just lazy!).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

HP, back in 2004 (welp).

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

None, thankfully. If I'm writing fanfic it means I'm in the late stage of hyperfixation and I don't wish that on myself if I can help it. Like I used to read 50+ books a year before GO S2. It's bad!!!

What's your favourite fic you've written?

Take a Little Love From Me mainly because it's the one I've spent more time with.

Tagging some people if they feel like doing it (but no pressure at all!): @beerok23 - @sabotage-on-mercury - @gaiaseyes451 - @leviosally

[symphonic-scream]

Did I ever post about my JJK Persona au? A JJK as Persona AU?

If I didn't, well, here it is

JJK Persona AU

It's not fully based on one game more than the other, but the Dungeon mechanic is based on P4, with a more modern and Tokyo based overworld like P5, but. Timeline and boss escalation are kinda P3?

That's. I can discuss that if anyone is actually interested let's just get into the gang, with their arcana and shit

So our Fool, it's Yuuji Itadori. After the death of his grandfather, he's moved into a "temporary" foster with a salary man named Nanami Kento, starts at this small school halfway up the mountain, and he's warned, hella warned to come right home after school

He. Forgets. And maybe swallows a tarot card.

That's how his wildcard aspect works. He finds more tarot as he and his party delve deeper into the "memory zone" beneath their school, only accessible through a twisted mirror. However, on full moons, when stronger shadows crawl up to the highest floors and risk escape, he can't summon his persona

Instead, when he tries, he gets a special status. And instead of his persona, he summons the Big Bad, Sukuna, who controls his actions and sometimes attacks his teammates

Anyways. Let's talk about the others

To enter the mirror world, they have to accept their "memoric self", which is. My fancy way of saying their most hidden innermost self, like their false mask dissolves. Typically this isn't a smooth thing

In the case of the first party member, Nobara Kugisaki, she heard music drawing her closer. She convinces Yuuji and Megumi Fushiguro to come with her, back to school, at night and check it out. And she lifts the sheet off the mirror and freezes

What she sees isn't her perfectly crafted image. It's not even her "minor" rage issues. It's herself, arms and legs strapped down to a chair or something. Restrained. Uh and after that uh. Heavy "repressed lesbian" vibes. Inner Nobara is a bit of a perv??

It's about even how she's free from the country, she's still letting that ideology hold her back. Like she's not *ashamed* of being gay but,, she remembers the comments when she considers hitting on someone. Or tried to reciprocate the flirting of that hot ass second year

And she has to face that part of her and gets her persona and has to recover, and ahem maybe kisses a girl-

But her arcana is the Empress!

She lives in school accommodations. Tiny dorm apartment. The faculty in charge is Akari Nitta

I don't have those mirror plans for the others but I have their like, situations!

Megumi is living with his adopted dad and teacher, Gojo Satoru. Gojo finds the trio the morning after their first full moon and tells them the deals. Cause he and his friends dealt with it before and "held off" Sukuna, losing his old love in the process

Megumi is the Moon Arcana, and Gojo is a social link, the Tower

Joining the team next is Megumi's cousin and Nobara's girlfriend, Maki [Redacted]. Last name change is pending. She and her sister have been in foster care for years, but were never totally healthy. Long story short, Mai needs a new kidney at some point and Maki gives her one. Mai is still sickly and a little immuno-compromised, and Maki- she ends up type 1 diabetic and

Two sick kids in foster care? That's a doomed situation. They know it. Mai's been mad about Maki giving her that kidney since. Okay anyways Megumi asks Gojo to adopt his cousins and Gojo has a Better Idea

Anyways. Maki and Mai's moms are Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori. Maki plans to take Shoko's surname and Mai is taking Utahime's

Okay sorry sorry Maki is Strength and Mai is a social link, the Devil. Utahime isn't a social link as of now, but Shoko is Death

Next teammate is Toge Inumaki, Hanged Man. Then it's a second year nicknamed "Panda", he's the Chariot

Their final teammate is Yuuta Okkotsu. The Lovers.

Some others I have are Miwa, Sun, and Momo, Star. Aoi Todo is the Magician, and I'll think of more for later?

Incase I didn't say it Nanami is the Hierophant.

But Tokyo and Kyoto students are at the same school but different classes (1A vs 1B)

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ANYWAYS YEAH IF YOU HAVE IDEAS AND SHIT HIT ME UP I WANNA MAKE THIS A BETTER THING, MORE FILLED OUT

I only have some more minor bits, like with Maki and Mai, and the GFs.

[empressuxu]

Dear Soulmate

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The sound of a beep alarm can be heard in a Y/n single-bedroom apartment. It was early, well early, for the late-night radio show host. Normally, she's awake by 5, but not today. No, today was a special day for her. Today was the start of a four-day date with her soulmates. 

The brothers thought it would be nice to go on a solo date with each of them to get to know each other better. Y/N, being too shy to ask them to go out herself, was more than happy to agree to the dates. After a quick rock, paper, scissors match, the order was set to Raph, Donnie, Mikey, and, lastly, Leo. 

After a quick shower and styling her hair, Y/n began to get dressed. She pulled her head through the hole of her red, tan top, making sure not to mess up her hair.  Once it was on, she slipped her legs into the opening of her jean skater skirt. She quickly threw on her leg warmer socks, followed by her red Converse. She took a glance at herself in the mirror by her desk. Smiling to herself, she felt so happy that she looked good.

She took her phone out to check the time. It was almost 4 pm, Raph should be here soon. Y/n decided to just scroll on TikTok. Before she knew it, the time was 4 pm.

A knock at her window caused her to drop her phone on her pillow. She jumped off her bed and ran to the window. Opening it, she was greeted by the sight of Raph in worn-out jeans and a red hoodie. 

“Come in, Raph I just need to get something real quick.” Y/n patted her bed. “Sit here I’ll be right back.” 

The large turtle came into her room. He took a seat on her bed, and the mattress gave a soft creak beneath his weight. His hands fidgeted in his lap, unsure of where to rest. He instantly felt out of place. Y/n's room felt so soft, and everything looked so small compared to himself. Now that he thought about Y/n, she was tiny herself. She is barely the same height as Mikey, and he is the shortest out of all of them. 

Y/n slammed open the door, looking slightly tired than when she left. “Sorry, I completely forgot where I put this.” 

Raph noticed a box in her hand with some words written on the box. Y/n hand covered most of the letters, but he noticed a spider logo on it. Y/n poured the contents of the box on her desk. Out came masks and gloves, all in four familiar colors. She picked up a red mask and a pair of gloves from the pile.

“My aunt got me some stuff to help you and your brothers fit in around the city when you're with me.” She handed him the items. “ Aunty said that the gloves will mask your hands to look like regular hands, and the mask will cast an illusion on your face so you look more human.” 

Raph put on the gloves and watched in amazement as his hand changed from three fingers to five. He walked over to the mirror in the Y/n room and put the mask on. He was in awe as his green skin turned into a normal flesh color. 

Y/n giggled to herself. She couldn't help it; he was just so cute. He was like a child watching a magician. I want to just smother him with kisses, Y/n thought to herself. 

Raph heard her giggle and couldn't help but turn red. He felt embarrassed that she saw her acting so childish but, at the same time, happy that he was the one to make her giggle. 

“Sorry for laughing, but you just look so cute.” Y/n walked over to Raph and gently cupped his face into her hand. Raph placed his hand over hers and pressed them closer to his face. Taking his action as a sign to continue, the h/c-haired girl stood on her tippy toes to bring her face closer. The large turtle chuckled at her adorable attempt to reach his height and decided to help her out. He lowered himself slightly to her level. 

Y/n blushed, not expecting his face to be so close to hers so fast. Despite her racing heart, the red-faced girl processed her actions. She placed her forehead against his own. Neither of them moved. They just enjoyed each other's company. The world seems to freeze around the two. 

Y/n could feel her heart still racing, but it felt somewhat comforting to her. She hadn't felt like this in a minute. I never thought I could feel like this again, Y/n thought to herself. It was nice to feel this feeling of excitement. The rush, the shyness of love. Y/n eyes met his, and she felt so bewitched. 

His eyes held so much adoration in them. She wondered if hers held the same if he could tell that she, too, felt the same. “These are some dangerous eyes you have there.” 

“So do you,” Raph murmured. “Raph could get lost in them for hours.” 

Y/n heart began to race harder than before. She could swear she could hear her heart racing this time. Y/n took her hands off of Raph's face, deciding it was probably for the best since they did have a date to start. 

Raph pouted, not liking that she took her hands back. He wasn't ready for her warmth to leave him. Like his brothers, they don't get a lot of physical contact from anyone but their family. They are mutants, so most times, when a human sees them, they just run or scream, but she did neither of those. 

No, she accepted them, no problem, I mean, we are going on a date. Raph thought, wondering what they did to deserve this. Not that he's complaining, no rather he was grateful for this whole thing. He just hoped that she felt the same as him. 

Y/n coughed, gaining the attention of Raph. “I thought we could make each other a bear at Teddy Bear Town. ”  Y/n nervously played with her the bows on her jean skirt. “If that sounds ok with you?” 

Raph took hold of her hand and began to walk over to her window. He turned to her and lifted her in his arms. Y/n blushed, not expecting to be so close to his face again so soon. “That sounds perfect.” He whispered to her before he jumped off the railing. 

Once on the ground, Raph placed her down. He began to walk out of the alley but was stopped by Y/n grabbing his hand. He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at the small girl, thinking something was wrong. 

Y/n, seeing him look scared, quickly sputtered, “S-so-sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to,” She gave his hand a squeeze to calm both their nerves. Taking a deep breath, she continued,  “I  just wanted to hold your hand” 

Raph broke into a wide, toothy smile; it made his cheeks hurt, but he didn't care. She wanted to hold his hand; she wanted to touch him. He pulled her closer to his side. “Hold it as long as you want.”  He chimed, a smile still on display for her. 

“Gladly.” She chirped, pulling him out of the alley and toward their destination. They held hands the whole time, faces red and hearts beating fast but a smile that could outshine the sun on their faces. Before they knew it, they had made it to Teddy Bear Town. 

“Should we get the same bear or different ones?” Y/n asked as she picked up a red, fuzzy brown bear. 

“We should do different ones and make them wear matching outfits,” Raph exclaimed, happy to be here with someone this time. 

“Oh, that sounds cute! Let's do that.” She cheered, holding the red bear close to her chest, running off to get her bear stuffed, leaving Raph to pick up his bear. 

Raph, now alone, began to search for a bear. As he walked through the door, he began to feel slightly disappointed at the options this time around. Normally, he could find a bear so easily, but for some reason, he couldn't find a thing. He felt so heartbroken about the situation he didn't want to ruin the date because he couldn't find a freaking bear. Before his mind could spiral into a big tornado of self-doubt, he saw it. In the corner of the store, right next to the checkout. The perfect bear, well, it wasn't a bear it was a bunny. A pink bunny, a bunny that reminded him of Y/n. 

He quickly walked over to the corner of the store, making sure not to knock people down on the way. Once the bunny was in his hand, he made his way back to the stuffing machine. 

The employee began to walk through the steps of bringing the bunny to life. The whole time, Raph was bouncing on his toes. His hands were in the pocket of his gray hoodie, playing with whatever he left in there, trying to stay calm and cool. It didn't take long before the employee gave Raph the new stuff and sewn bunny. 

“So why the bunny?” She inquired, popping up on the tall turtle, scaring a bit.  

He looked at her for a moment before looking back at the pink bunny. “Don’t laugh, but it reminds Raph of you.” 

The comment caught her off guard, and a flush of red bloomed across her face like wildfire. Y/n, now looking back at her red bear, couldn’t help but smile, her heart fluttering with a mix of joy and nervousness. She stammered, her voice suddenly unsteady. “Funny you say that,” She brought the toy close to her face, the bear slightly covering her blushing cheeks. “I picked mine for the same reason.” 

His face turned a deep shade of crimson. He glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck as if that could somehow cool him down. “Great minds, right?” 

“Yeah, great minds.” Y/n gushed, taking Raph’s hand and pulling him along with her. “We should probably find some clothes for these guys.” 

Raph nodded, allowing the smaller girl to guide her again. They spent a good amount of time finding the right outfit for their stuffed animals. In the end, they left with two outfits. The first one was simple overall and a t-shirt with the words sending hugs on it. The second outfit was a green checker pj set. 

As they were checking out, Y/n realized that they didn't pick shoes for them. Ralph volunteered to get them, promising to be back in a second. She was now left alone with the cashier. 

“I guess I know who those bears were for now.” The cashier said as she placed their items in a bag. 

Y/n looked over to the chair in confusion, not sure if the cashier was speaking to her or not. 

The cashier, realizing she had said that out loud, looked at the confused girl, slightly embarrassed. “I guess you're probably a little confused.” She added as she handed the girl the bag. “ It's just that this isn't the first time he's been here. I mean, he does have a punch card, so we all were wondering who those bears were going to.”

Before Y/n could reply, Raph was back with the shoes. The Cashier quickly scanned them before handing them back to the big guy. She gave them the total, and Y/n quickly played before Raph could say a thing. 

Raph wanted to protest, but he was quickly shut down by the cashier handing them their bears. Y/n giggled as she watched Raph pout at her. 

“Well, aren't you a cute couple? ” The cashier jested. 

The comment from the cashier made both of them blush. Sure, they both know what they are, but hearing it said out loud was still something they hadn’t gotten used to yet. 

Y/n held the red bear closer to her chest, trying to calm her down a bit. “Haha, you think so, that's sweet of you to say.” 

The cashier laughed at the two, never seeing two people blush so hard. She gave them a wave before helping out the next person in line.  Raph and Y/n took this as their cue to leave and walked out of the store. 

Once out of the store, they stood there for a second, just processing what just happened. Both thinking the same thing, she said they looked like a cute couple. 

Y/n never once was called a cute couple with any of her other partners. It was always a nice couple or odd pair. Her heart left so much lighter now. This really could be it: no more heart pains or tubs of ice cream mixed with tears. Y/n mind began to wonder about the future, a future with them. Y/n was so lost in thought that she didn't notice they made it back to her home. 

“I guess this is the end of the date?” Raph asked as he took hold of her hand. 

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Y/n replied, looking down at Raphs, feeling too shy to look at his face. In an attempt to calm herself, she started to play with his fingers. 

Raph chuckled at the girl. He wondered what he ever did to deserve this cute girl. We're really lucky, aren't we? Ralph thought, thanking whoever made it possible for them to meet. He took one of his hands away from Y/n and brought it to her face. His hand cupped her cheek, making the girl subconsciously rub her cheek against his hand.

The moments stretched, golden and unhurried, like sunlight filtering through the trees. They didn’t need words to fill the silence; the presence of each other was enough. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his arm, a small, unconscious gesture that made his heart raced. He let himself bask in it, in the quiet intimacy that made her feel safe and seen as if nothing else mattered but this moment and the way he loved her.

Sadly, this lovely moment was interrupted by Raph’s phone ringing. Taking it out, he saw it was a message from Leo telling him it was almost time for patrol. Raph sighed dramatically, a little mad that his brothers interpreted their special moment.  “Raphs got to go; it's almost time for patrol.” He explained to the short girl. 

“Well, I guess it can't be helped. You have a city to protect.” Y/n took her bear's clothes from the bag before handing it to Raph. “You’re just gonna have to make up for it next time.”

“I most definitely will.” He hooted, happy that she understood him. He would just hate for her to think he was just trying to bail on her. 

With that, they ended the date. Raph made sure she was in her apartment before leaving. Bunny held close to his chest as he hopped into the manhole. 

[mayaswiterblog]

Me Inside, Me Outside (Homework)

This homework poem was written on 11 April 2019, translated into English on 18 April 2019 and then posted on Wattpad.

Translated Version

The demon out there It spits, it torments The Eyes glow With blood-red flow Sometimes yellow Or even another time With a Green shine

Demonic Moon Ignites Again When not shining It shines For me Warmth or Cold Whatever you feel But the Sun Blinds ye all Just like a magician Mirrors, illusions Do you see it That norm' lie?

They murmur They ponder They build Their own world Their own community You're alone You're odd Friends, treasures Under your wings The blood streams The Sun burns the feathers But the smile never fades Because faith is great When doing it for the greater good

And when others laugh with joy It recharges Anybody's welcome To my magic cave But only the backdoor Is open for a few more And only one life form Is my resource My only treasure

The World is sometimes Very strange Good or Bad An accident can be A good sign Even when it feels bad The good will always find it And change the fate Twisting it so tightly That it hurts But giggle still

In the vast SeaSky There's plenty of star-fish They gleam They shine Big & Small In the depth of that Ocean Another door in motion To another World Through the Roman corridor An enormous library can be found It's big, alright Full of rough drafts Written and drawn About anything and everything Nobody would read them anyway Unless you recommend them Or maybe find them yourself

But even the Water is not Always Peaceful There are all kinds of fish Could be a shark Or even an octopus A Pacific whale A Cute catfish

Who would even Love a monster? Either a stupid hero Or a brave knight

Say one thing Hear another The body's ugly The mind is great Think beyond everything See something else Understand very much But hard to explain A hand and a soul A Spirit of the Art Knowledge & sweet biscuits Ate way too much Without drinking water The thirst pressures The Self-esteem drops

But the smile still stays still 'Cause mum says "Always tolerate the pain It will go away again" "Panicking is the worst Always do your best" "Stay strong, unbend And never trust anyone To the very end."

No one ever cared Beside mum alone Friends came Then left The new came along But only a couple Stayed as life companions

Own people Like Romeo and Juliet Always claim You're not a person You're selfless Altruism reincarnate Who are you? I'm a woman, I'm a small girl Nobody will pay Attention Nobody understands They're gonna get Upset anyway I'm soulless I'm a Soviet robot I always float in the air

Until I found a new cave On the top of another mountain A new folk, a new song I felt the life As if I was a child again Silent like a black cat I observed and studied But I spoke and meowed Like a white kitty cat

The more you stay The easier is to see How tough I am Even if not acknowledge it myself They call for me As if I was A lost poor puss

Now that the sweet ring changes Tune so spiritually deep And so quivering It's scary Ghostly alarming The invisible thundercloud Always floating above the head But I wasn't left alone after all I've got a flower behind my ear Hugs and kisses A Friendship Love Even my laughter echoed at last With such ease, free and loud

And once again I found something insane Like a lucky accident Above the gleaming snow Under the freezing stars That creature right there So bright, so warm Couldn't even believe But it doesn't bother him To the slightest The heart beats, the heart freezes "You're beautiful, you're pretty" And he always says No matter how many times I show him my sharp teeth "You're cute, I wanna love you"

Finally, I am crying The icy walls melt The love is felt I feel myself As a beautiful woman And not anymore As a small room girl I'm able to scream, I'm able to sneer I can neigh now, I can chirp now I purr more, I wind like a snake I'm being myself I found my own tone of voice My heart is strong Because I'm honest with myself I'm humane now And it shows.

ORIGINAL SCRIPT:

Minä sisälta, Minä ulkoa

Demoni siellä Se sylkii, se räkisee Silmät kiiltävät Veren-punaisina Joskus keltaisine, Tai jopa Vihreinä

Demoni Kuu Syttyihän Taas Kun ei pasta Paistaa Se mulla Lämpö tai Kylmyys Mitä vaan tunnet Mutta aurinkohan Sokeuttaa Kuin taikuri Peilit, illusiot Näetkö sen Se normi valhetta?

He supinavat He ajattelevat He rakentavat Oman maailmansa Oman seuransa Olet yksin Olet outo Kaverit, aarteet Siipiesi alla Veri valuu Aurinko polttaa höyheniä Mutta hymyilee aina Koska uskomus on suuri Että muille tekee hyvää

Ja toiset nauravat ilotse Se tuo energiaa Omalle taika luolalle Tervetuloa kuka tahansa Mutta vain takaovi On avoin pari hahmoille Ja vain yksi eliö On voimavarani Ainoa aarteni

Maailma on joskus Tosi ihme Hyvä tai paha Vahinko voi olla Hyvä merkki Vaikka tuntuu pahaa Hyvää löytää sen kyllä Ja muuttaa sen kohtalon Vääntääksen niin kireeksi Että sattuu Mutta nauraa silti

Meritaivaalla on Plajon tähtikaloja Ne kiiltää Ne loistaa Suuria & pieniä Ton meritaivaan syvyydessä Löytyy toinen ovi Toiseen maailmaan Roomalaisen käytävän kautta Löytyy erinnomainen kirjasto Onhan se suuri Täynnä luonnoksia Kirjoitettu ja piiretty Mistä vaan tahansa Kukaanhan ei lue niitä Kunnes suosittelet Tai ehkä löydät itse

Mutta Vesikin ei ole Aina rauhallinen Kaloja on monenlaisia Voi olla hai Tai vaikkapa mustekkala Tyyni valas Söpö merikissa

Kukahan hirviötä Tykkää? Joko typerä sankari Tai rohkea ritari

Puhuu yhtä Kuuluu toista Ruumis ruma Mieli valtava Ajattelee yli kaiken Näkee muuta Ymmärtää todella paljon Mutta hankalaa selittää Käsi ja sielu Taiteen henki Tiede & makeat keksit Syönnyt liian liikaa Vesiä juomatta Jano painaa Itsetunto putoaa

Mutta hymy pysyy Koska äiti sanoo "Kestä kivun aina Sehän lähtee pois" "Paniikki on pahinta Tee parhaasi mukaan" "Pysy vahvana Ja älä luota ketään Luppuun asti."

Kukaan ei välittänyt Paitsi äiti yksin Kaverit tulivat Lähtivät Ja uudet tulivat taas Vain pari kappaletta Elämäntovereita

Omathan ihmiset Kuin Romea ja Julia Aina väittävät Et ole henkilö Olet epäitsekäs Altruismin reinkarnaatio Kuka olet? Olen nainen, Olen pieni tyttö. Kukaan ei ota huomioon Kukaan ei ymmärrä Suuttuvanthan ne silti Olen sieluton Olen Neuvostoliiton robotti Leijun ilmassa aina

Kunnes löysin uuden luolan Toisen vuoren huipulla Uusi kansa, uusi laulu Tunsin elämän Kuin lapsena olisin Hiljaa kuin musta kissa Katsoin ja tutkinut Mutta puhuin ja maukuin Kuin valkoinen kissumirri

Mutta mitä kauemmin viettelee Sitä helpommin näkee Kuinka kova olen Vaikka sitä itse ei tunnustaa He kutsuvat minua Ihan kuin olisin Eksynyt kisu parka

Nyt se suloinen kilinä muuttuu Sävel niin henkisen syvä Ja värisevä Se pelottaa Haamullisesti hälyttää Näkymätön ukkonen Aina kelluu pään päällä Mutta ei yksin jäännytkään Sain kukan korvan taakse Sylit ja pusut Ystävällistä rakkautta Naurunikin vihdoin kaikui Helpotusti äänen vapaasti

Ja kerrankin löytyi jotain järjetöntä Kuin onnen vahinko Kiiltävän lumen päältä Kylmien tähtien alta Se olento sieltä Niin kirkas, niin lämpeä Ei uskoisi kaan Mutta ei häntä kiinnostaa Sydän sykkii, sydän pysähtyy "Olet kaunis, olet ihana" Ja aina hän sanoo Vaikka kuinka paljon Teräviä hampaitani näyttäisi "Olet söpö, haluan raksataa sinua"

Vihdoin itkettää Jäiset seinät sulavat Rakkautta tuntuu Tunnen itsensä Ihanaksi naiseksi Eikä enään Pienekis huone tytöksi Pystyn huutaa, pystyn ivata Voin nyt hirnua, voin nyt visertää Kehrään enemmän, mutkittelen kuin käärme Olen oma itsensä Löysin oman äänen sävynsä Sydämeni on vahva Koska olen rehellinen itseäni kohtaan Olen nyt inhimillinen Ja sen huomaa.

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s2e4

i would apologize for being this late on this but one this is for funsies and two i was just in hell (two weeks of law school finals) so i'm catching up

close up on q's nasty fucking wound to start things is like... it's such a choice

i know we're being serious right now but that surgeon has the biggest dick.

ah it's so nice to see the start of responsible monarchs el and margo

ABIGAIL APPEARANCE !!!!!!

"blow all our cash on sappy nonsense" and "since when are you fillory quentin? SINCE I'M ME" are both really gonna get me. margo is so interesting AS ALWAYS but also you ever think about how we don't really delve into her backstory that much? she is pure characterization it's so fucking good. not that i don't want to know more about her backstory because dude i really fucking do but i find it impressive what they can do for her even without it.

aw "i don't belong here" el is so soon going to be "fillory is my home" el

the best bitches era begins

i love how much of this show, The Magicians, is about how hard it is for them to get and use magic

reallllllly good look on margo here in the classroom

i think it's interesting that they characterize niffining out as dying. this world would have a field day with vampires. wait are there vampires in this show? am i forgetting?

what the fuck is el wearing in bed

oh fen i'm sorry your husband is hung but also gay

YOU FREEZE-DRIED HER CORPSE?

i love q's wooden shoulder i wish we talked about it more

frankly i am extremely intrigued by the nurse who was so grateful for the centaurs' help that she swore fealty to them and their healing project. and kind of q should have done that. like immediately after waking up.

your benevolent overlord high king eliot

q is so defensive and territorial he's such a little terrier

sawbones ?????

"doing your clone is more like ap-level masturbation" fascinating take from eliot and that is exactly what i would have expected from him

BEST BITCHES !!!!!!! absolutely my favorite little piece of magic in this show for functionality and for darling sentimentality

party king todd it's what you deserve

your actual kingdom is actually at stake!

i guess idk how niffins work because why did they bury alice

i'm sorry... white lady?

not to be surprised every time this show is great with characterization but penny calling them bronies... yeah

who loves blood? woman standing emoji

q chopping penny's hands off is such a funny scene this show man

javier you little minx

god the el/javier el/fen scene is so good. also i want to know how el does his eye makeup because it's so sexy.

i have to say q and penny's relationship is one of the most intriguing in this show i wish they'd had more time

plover was constantly naming fillory things different things like a settler on native lands this dude SUX

q and penny going on a quest in their little footy pajamas

WHERE ARE MY STUFF TOUCHERS !!!!!!

just to circle back it's insane that julia is just hiding out in brakebills copying an entire fucking book

not enough said about the tragedy of el being tethered to fillory... having nothing left on earth but never getting the chance to resolve what hurt him there, a man whose greatest fear is that he's unapproachable and unlovable and he has to perform to get people to stay and now he has to pray that people come to him. you know. like. ahhhhhhhhh.

"they more, like, gave it to us" common colonizer sentiment sorry el i love you BUT

you have no one and you deserve no one is so raw. i love julia and i love margo and i hate when they fight because they should be kissing but frankly? margo is right on this. NOT on her having no one just on the julia why did you do all that.

god i love the fucking books.

ooh. it's a girl's.

you know this show is good because everybody wants everybody. or at least you can imagine they do. yes penny just told q he needs him.

margo leaving her conversation with julia to develop the position of "we owe it to her because we weren't her friends"

god this is so dumb but using the book as an ingredient in spellwork is so fun what a fun little thought

MARINA I'M SO SORRY WAAAHHHHHHH I'M SO SORRY MARINA

also really good piece of acting from kacey rohl talk about having a whole character inside you like whew

yeah calling it "rebuilding" q is a fascinating through-line that gets dropped

god these people and wanting to bring people back to life. the magicians never ever lets things go. it's soooooooo. there are walls that technology and talent and ability will always butt up against and they aren't surmountable and you just have to accept it. but you can't. because what's the point of those things if they can't do that.

i'd like to be happy can you do that :-(

jason ralph's read of "well that's comforting" is gonna get to me

[sparklingandtwinkling]

Doki Doki! Pretty Cure Origin Story

🩷♥️💘🐰💙♦️❄️🐶💛♠️🌹🐻💜♣️🗡️🐱❤️🅰️👑👶🏼

When Deusmast tried to swallow the whole world (read the Mahou Tsukai Pretty Cure section) gave Diabolos an idea of how to get revenge on Vanessa. He wanted to take over her worlds and knew that Mobius was a significant source of her powers, which were fueled by positive emotions from others. To destroy it, he had to use his magic, fueled by negative emotions from others. However, he could not leave his castle, so he had to think of a way to do it. He decided to power up a negative emotion and reshape it into a powerful being under his control.

After 497 years of searching for something evil in Mobius that was strong enough to use, he found the selfishness spreading among the Mobians due to the lack of interaction with the goddess. Mother Heart was more of a watch-and-protect kind of person, Hana Ange could only meet a Mobian on her island and many Mobians didn’t like the whole being on a floating island high in the sky, and Crescendo was very shy and small so many Mobians didn’t see her. Mother RaPaPa is the only goddess to ever interact with the Mobians.

He captured all of it and created Selfish Proto, which he sent down to Mobius to destroy it. Mother Heart arrived to stop Selfish Proto, but, while she was stronger than him, her magic had no effect because of the negative energy flowing around them, powering him up. She retreated and went to the Crystal Empire to seek Vanessa's help. Vanessa created three female Mythical Mobians, a Jackalope, a Dragon, and a Unicorn, and turned a Turtle Flicky into a Cure Flicky. She gave the Unicorn, named Cure Magician the Eternal Golden Crown, the Dragon, named Cure Priestess, the Miracle Dragon Glaive, and the Jackalope, named Cure Empress, the Crystal Mirror. The three Cures defeated Selfish Proto, locked away half of his power in seven black crystals, and then locked him away using the Eternal Golden Crown. However, they used up all their strength and faded away, instructing their Cure Flicky, Melan, to protect the Three Sacred Treasures.

Back at the Crystal Empire Vanessa wondered what to do about the new threat Diabolos had created. She knew that soon either his creation would break free or he’d create another one to take its place and Mother Heart or any of her other sisters wouldn’t be able to fight them. She decided that if that ever happened again she would create more warriors like the Cure Empress, Magician, and Priestess but instead of making them, she would grant young girls on Mobius such powers. She decided to wait until the next Negative Boss rose up, which would be the Dotsuku Zone, before creating more warriors. She started to make more worlds 135 years after Cure Empress, Cure Magician, and Cure Priestess locked away Selfish Proto.

Later she sees that Melan is having a hard time trying to keep all three items safe. Vanessa decided to help her so she visited her and asked to take the Miracle Dragon Glaive and the Eternal Golden Crown with her. She knew that Melan was closer to Cure Empress and would want to guard her item, the Crystal Mirror more than any of the others. The Flicky at first protests but soon gives in.

Vanessa bubbles the crystal holding the Crown around it, which is sealing the less powerful version of Selfish Proto (King Jikochuu), and takes the spear and leaves. Melan was given her dragon form by Vanessa so she could help her partner in fighting Selfish Proto, however, she is an Ancient Flicky and is also immortal thanks to Cure Empress. Before she died, Cure Empress and the other Cures used the last of their magic to freeze her age so she could protect the items.

Back at her workshop, Vanessa created the Trump Kingdom and housed the darkness and crown in a chamber under the castle. Vanessa gifted the Miracle Dragon Glaive to the royal family and told them that only a female member of the royal family could wield it, as she created the royal family from the spirit of Cure Magician (yes the royal family are dragon Mobians).

7365 years later, in 0008 CE, an attempt at releasing the dark magic held back by the crown leaves Vanessa worried so she creates Cure Flickies, who could turn into Cure transformation items, to send to the Kingdom to help protect it. The people who used these items were known as Cure Knights (that’s what I’m calling them, yes). Every 20 years, they prayed to a special mirror in the Mirror Tower, which granted them Lovely Communes. Vanessa sent these through the mirror from her workshop. However, while many had tried to go through the mirror they always ended up back in the tower.

2,000 years later, in 2008 CE, when they are praying a Lovely Commune with a purple cat head, who is asleep, comes through. They are all surprised because normally it's always five or fewer items, but never just one. They are even more surprised when the mirror shatters right before their eyes and they all realize that this is the last Lovely Commune they will get. The Lovely Commune then wakes up before turning into a purple cat, Dabyi, and flies out the window of the tower. The Cure Knights followed her and saw that she had bonded with a young girl named Makoto. They let her join them and taught her how to use Dabyi and fight.

A few years before this, the young princess of the Trump Kingdom was born. However, as the young princess is brought into the world, her mother, the queen, is taken out. Vanessa worried that the king might do something in the future that could release the evil under the castle. So, she started working on making more powerful Cure items for the next team. Five years after the last Lovely Commune was sent through the mirror, the Princess of the Trump Kingdom, Marie Ange, fell ill to an unknown illness. This caused the King to go into despair again. After getting an answer from one of his friends, the King went to the chamber under the castle where the Eternal Golden Crown was trapping the darkness, however, if he took the crown the darkness would be released.

At that time, Vanessa had gone to get the cure for the illness, knowing that the king would go to the chamber to get the crown. She couldn't let him do so. While Vanessa was gone, Sapphire and her siblings watched with Ruby and Emerald holding a sleeping Rabbit, Dog, and Bear Cure Flickies. Their mother told them to watch over and have them ready just in case. However, when Vanessa returned, the king had already taken the crown and had healed his daughter. Vanessa could only watch as dark energy flooded the room and corrupted him, causing him to fall over the balcony and into the nearby water, leaving Marie Ange to worry as he rose out of the water as King Jikochuu.

Vanessa then asks where the crown is and Sapphire shows it to her in a bubble and says she pulled it out once the darkness escaped. As King Jikochuu terrorized the city, his seven Selfish Agents, formed from the crystals with the other half of his power, appeared in front of him and asked for his orders. Once he gave them, they started turning people into Jikochuus. The Cure Knights, the Trump Guards, and Marie Ange fought them. However, the guards were soon turned into Jikochuus, and the Cure Knights died during a battle against two of the Selfish Agents, who were killed as well. Marie Ange used the Miracle Dragon Glaive to turn King Jikochuu to stone. Vanessa then called her to the mirror and told Dabyi to get Cure Sword to the tower as well.

When Marie Ange got to the tower, Vanessa came out of a mirror, and Marie Ange begged her to save her kingdom. Vanessa told her that she could not but had something to help. Marie Ange called her selfish for not helping a world she created and causing King Jikochuu in the first place. Vanessa stared her down and said that she was the one to talk. She told her that she made the Miracle Dragon Glaive, so she knew its power. So why didn't she use it to destroy him? The princess didn't say anything. Vanessa then said that she didn't help her worlds the way Marie Ange wanted her to, but she gave them something to help them. They should be grateful for her help because if she wanted to, she could destroy their world, which would destroy their magic, which the evil was connected to. So, in tune, destroying them. The two stood in silence before Vanessa sensed someone. She then handed the princess the three Cure Flickies and told her to send them through the portal to Mobius, so they could find partners, and to make sure to send Cure Sword through, no matter what. The princess thanked her as she goes back through the portal.

Marie Ange ran over to the Mobius portal where she sent the Flickies through. She was then found by one of the Selfish Agents, who tried to turn her into a Jikochuu but was stopped by Cure Sword when she made a chandelier fall on her. The two then dove into the mirror leading to Mobius. However, Bel, another Selfish Agent, attacked them by firing mirror pieces into the mirror. This causes Marie Ange to let go of Cure Sword, who falls down to Mobius.

Bel then confronted Marie Ange, like Vanessa, and pointed out that she could have destroyed King Jikochuu but refrained from doing so because he was her father, causing Marie Ange's heart to turn black slightly. Vanessa and Sapphire watched in anticipation, wondering what Marie Ange will do. Bel then attempted to turn Marie Ange into a Jikochuu, but Marie Ange pulled out her heart and broke it into two pieces, separating her dark side from her good side. The remainder of her body turned into an egg and descended to Mobius with the good side, while the dark side went to King Jikochuu's side.

Vanessa froze time to decide what to do with the heart piece and the egg's form. Sapphire suggested turning the good side into a Cure and making the egg a Cure Spirit of a Baby Dragon since the egg was technically the body of Marie Ange, who was a dragon. Vanessa agreed and had Topaz, Amethyst, and Peridot work on a transformation item (Love Eyes Palette) and a weapon (Love Kiss Rouge) for the new Cure. Vanessa and Sapphire worked on the memories for the good side. Once the items were ready, Vanessa powered them up, connected them to the good side (the power that lets her use her items), and gave her new memories and designs before giving a design to the bad side and the egg.

When Vanessa finished, she resumed time and guided the bad side to King Jikochuu's side, the egg to a shop run by a knight from Trump Kingdom, and the good side to a kind old woman. Vanessa and Sapphire watched as the good side landed near the old woman's house, where she turned into a ten-year-old female hedgehog.

The old Trump King and his wife were hedgehogs, but the dragon genes ran strong in the royal family because of Cure Magician, so while Regina (the dark side) and Ai (the egg) became dragons, Aguri (the good side) became a hedgehog because it still runs in the family. The dragon genes seem to only go through the females of the family and if one of the daughters, who isn’t the next ruler or the ruler, has a child they or any other of their descendants will not be a dragon, a lizard maybe but not a dragon. I could have done it that Regina becomes a hedgehog because Marie Ange speared King Jikochuu, who was her father, and Aguri a dragon because the light side of Marie Ange was her love for her kingdom but how would you explain a Dragon Mobian when they are all extinct? So I did it this way and also for Ai, most baby dragon Mobian don’t have wings so she looks like a baby pink lizard Mobian.

The seven agents were born from the seven crystals that held the other half of Selfish Proto's power and they're based on the seven deadly sins. When King Jikochuu, who is the half that got sealed away with the crown, merges with one of the agents, he becomes Selfish Porto, but he can only merge with one person at a time. He couldn't merge with them now because he is merged with the Trump King. When he does merge with one of them they take the other agent's powers which in terms will bring together the full power of Selfish Proto. If an agent dies their power doesn’t disappear, but if all of them die, King Jikochuu cannot become Selfish Porto because all that power has returned to Diabolos, who can give it back but probably won't.

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[iratemoviessometimes]

Wonka - 2023

General:

8/10

I'm not gonna lie I thought this movie would be shit. It was fucking hilarious and honestly I had a great time. First time I've gone to the theater in a while but I got a gift card from someone who obviously doesn't know me well so I thought might as well.

Great for families! I, a grown adult, had a great time, but so did the kids in the theater. Plenty goes over their heads and it was very Gene Wilder-y (although nothing can truly compare). Timmy Salamander did a great job I honestly forgot it was him even though he changed nothing about himself. The "scratch that, reverse it" was not nearly as cringe as it sounds in the trailer. And the songs were actually fantastic and very well paced!!!!! I don't normally like musicals but... fr the soundtrack was downloadable.

Again, saw in a theater so I didn't have the option to skip but I don't think I would've skipped much! I found myself very invested.

Spoilers:

I don't have much to say in the way of spoilers ig. I did end up crying at the end, it was very sweet and hit right in my emo bone. that's worded weird. u know what i mean. One thing I have to say is how tf is Wonka all like "it's all levers and pulleys" but then has chocolate that makes people fly like girl you are not a fucking normal ass magician that is wack. Hugh Grantloompa was fire I love it. Also how tf did wonka survive swimming miles in the freezing water and then shows up on a ladder with perfectly dry attire. I'm not saying it's meant to be realistic but GIRL.

um... also the detail with the gold paper being in the bar was so predictable but also so sweet and i lost it.

[em-writes-stuff]

Fever

day one of @whumpcember

564 words

warnings: freezing to death, illness

~

Ok, first recorded non-birthed magician. Translated from ancient Agilomian to…several other languages, to well, you get it. Found buried in one of the books in Terilace’s library in the…cooking section. Whoever put it there must’ve seen the fire on the seal and stupidly assumed it was a recipe. 

Whatever. Here we go: 

Raz’s whole body shakes from the sick deep in her bones. She bundles the blankets around her tighter, hoping that they keep her warm. 

In front of her, the fire slowly dies, feasting on the last of the twigs and branches Raz had been able to find around the cavern. With effort, she scoots closer to the fire and gently blows on the embers, trying to coax a little more life out of them. 

She’s overtaken with a fit of coughing, effectively dousing the starved embers with phlegm. Their light dies and Raz sinks forward, her forehead resting where the fire had burned hottest. The heat from the stone beneath her feels cool compared to the heat in her, so she melts into it, closing her eyes with a sigh.  

The exhaustion takes over and Raz sleeps, inhaling the rising smoke from the snuffed out embers. It fills her lungs and makes it harder still to breathe, harder to stay alive. She fights, even in her sleep, Raz fights. Like she’s always done, like she’ll always do. 

Raz doesn’t wake up, she just suddenly is again. The stone beneath her is cold and the air in her lungs is hot when she breathes out. The ash that was on the ground is gone now and Raz can taste fire in the back of her throat. She inhales deeply, the sensation of her lungs expanding nearly knocking her over in pain. . 

The flesh under her chest heats and Raz grasps at her shirt, tearing it away from her skin. With her exhale, smoke comes from her mouth and nose, filling the cavern with haze. She coughs and more smoke comes out of her, burning her throat and mouth. 

She clasps her hand over her mouth and breathes in again, feeling the uncomfortable heat rising within herself again. She holds the breath in as long as she can, until the heat dies down and she breathes out, trying to control the smoke. 

Years later, Raz travels the countryside, looking for lost travelers like herself. They all know of her, the girl who died and came back with fire in her heart. She saves their lives so they don’t have to endure what she did, the feeling of her life leaving her and coming back something different. 

~

Yada, yada yada. 

Personally, I never liked the tale of the non-magician turned immortal fire being, no matter the context or how they spend their eternity, but to each their own. The scroll will be reshelved in the magic section and the audio recording will be filed according to the overly complicated system Ezran came up with. 

As for the story and how viable it is that Raz was really the first known immortal who wasn’t born with magic…it’s very unlikely. I suppose if the cave had been enchanted and the magic tied to it was…caring for her…it could’ve bonded with her as she inhaled the smoke and ash and binded with the lobes in her lungs…making it possible for her to breathe fire. Yeah. It’s a stretch. 

[princesssarisa]

The Royal Swedish Ballet's Peter and Lotta-themed Nutcracker production has made me want to imagine other Nutcrackers themed to other classic children's books.

In particular, I've been imagining a Madeline-themed Nutcracker. It would combine the traditional Nutcracker plot with Madeline's Christmas, just as the Swedish production combined it with Peter and Lotta's Christmas.

It would start out with the plot of Madeline's Christmas: the eleven other girls and Miss Clavel all catch colds on Christmas Eve, so they can't go home from the boarding school for the holiday, and Madeline has to take care of them all.

During the Overture, the curtain would open on a Parisian street, and the girls would enter in their iconic two straight lines with Miss Clavel. Then there would be a short fantasy dance sequence, showing the girls imagining their families as they look forward to seeing them soon. Madeline would get particular emphasis, of course, and so would her parents in the fantasy. (Because, no, Madeline isn't an orphan. Her parents are alive and well in the books and in the earlier cartoons. The 1998 live action movie and the 1999 animated Madeline: Lost in Paris both made her an orphan, but this ballet is a separate canon.) But then, during the Overture's last bars, the eleven other girls and Miss Clavel would all gradually start sneezing, coughing, clutching their sore throats, etc.

The first scene proper takes place in the girls' dormitory, and show Madeline bustling from bed to bed, bringing the other girls tea, and giving some to the also-sick Miss Clavel when she comes in to check on them too. At one point she might stop to rest and gaze sadly at a photo of her parents. But then Pepito climbs up to the window and signals to her. (Pepito doesn't appear in Madeline's Christmas, but we need a mischievous little boy character to take Fritz's place in the Nutcracker plot.) They privately conspire together, then Pepito leaves, and a few moments later a knock is heard at the downstairs door, and Madeline goes to answer it. Then she reenters with Pepito, both dressed in special homemade costumes, and they invite the girls to put on their shawls and slippers and come downstairs.

The girls and Miss Clavel file down to the sitting room, where Pepito's parents and their servants from next door are just putting the finishing touches on a Christmas tree. Madeline announces that since they can't go home, they'll have a "Christmas at School" Party.

Happy dances proceed, with even Miss Clavel being persuaded to join in despite her initial shyness. At one point, though Pepito's "menagerie" of frogs, bugs, rats, etc. get loose from their cages and causes some funny chaos.

Suddenly, there's an unexpected knock at the door. Madeline answers it. Enter the Middle Eastern merchant/magician from the book of Madeline's Christmas, who is freezing and seeking shelter. He'll be taking the place of Drosselmeyer in this story. Madeline lets him in and warms him up with blankets and tea. As thanks, he performs a magic show for the girls and Pepito.

To fit the plot, I'll make the Magician into a toy merchant instead of a rug merchant. (I don't mind taking that liberty – after all, The Nutcracker, or Peter and Lotta's Christmas adds a romance between the charcoal-burner and the maid, when in the original book of Peter and Lotta's Christmas the charcoal-burner is a married man with children of his own.) Because it's Christmas, he gives each child a free toy from his supply. Madeline, of course, gets a nutcracker – maybe an especially French-looking soldier that resembles Napoleon. But of course mischievous Pepito tries to snatch it from her, and accidentally breaks it.

From this point on we follow the plot of The Nutcracker more closely. The party ends and everyone goes off to bed. But then Madeline sneaks downstairs in the night. She falls asleep holding her nutcracker, the Magician reappears, the room grows enormous, etc. But I don't think the enemy should be mice, because Madeline likes mice. Instead I think we'll use Pepito's menagerie of insects, bats, frogs, and rats, with a Rat King as their leader. This is why I included them in the earlier scene: to establish their existence.

To fight them, instead of the traditional toy soldier army, the Nutcracker would lead a mixed army of the other girls' dolls and stuffed toys, whose combat methods are unconventional but effective. Spunky Madeline will also play a more active role in the battle than Marie/Clara usually does.

After the Rat King is killed, the Nutcracker (played by an adult), will turn into a Prince who looks very much like Madeline's father, as we saw him in her fantasy and photo earlier. He'll be played by the same dancer and dressed in the same colors. Then, after the snowflake waltz (which will be much more urban than usual, with a theme of "snowfall in Paris"), he'll whisk Madeline away to the land of the Sugar Plum Fairy, who, of course, will resemble her mother. The Fairy will be emphasized as the Prince's love interest, from whom he's been separated ever since he was turned into a nutcracker. Instead of Marie/Clara's traditional dream of romance for herself, Madeline's dream of the Prince and the Fairy clearly reflects her longing to spend Christmas with her parents.

All the dances will play out as usual, although they might be themed to traditional French desserts and such. Since Pepito and his family are Spanish, I might also want their dancers to perform the Spanish dance, with Pepito providing comedy.

At the very end, we find Madeline still asleep downstairs on Christmas morning. Miss Clavel comes down, all well again and dressed, and then a knock is heard at the door. Miss Clavel answers it, and in come Madeline's parents to greet her just as she wakes up. The other girls' parents start to enter close behind them, and the girls file downstairs to meet them as the curtain falls.

Can someone please find a choreographer to help me bring this outline to life? :)

@ariel-seagull-wings

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THE DEFINITIVE ENCOUNTERS LTD BLORBO LIST

aka if you make content of these characters i owe you everything and would love to see it (within reason, no nsfw-- that's not what i want to see and for some of these characters it's just plain illegal)

with that...

Abstracty (ONE)

Accessories Shopkeeper (Neopets (NC Mall))

Adventure Tim (Adventure Time kaboom! Comics)

Agent Princess (Adventure Time kaboom! Comics)

Agitha (The Legend Of Zelda: Twilight Princess)

Almond (Cucumber Quest)

The Amoeba Boys (The Powerpuff Girls)

Argenta (Pokémon)

Astro Man (Mega Man 8)

Austin (The Backyardigans)

AVA (Cyberchase)

Bacon (Cucumber Quest)

Balrog (Cave Story)

Barinade (Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina Of Time)

Barnaby B. Beagle (Welcome Home)

Baroness Von Bon Bon (Cuphead)

Bashmaster (Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze)

Queen Bea (Super Secret Secret Squirrel)

Beanish (Beanworld)

Big Dog (2 Stupid Dogs)

Blipbug (Pokemon)

Blizzaurus (Super Princess Peach)

Block Man (Mega Man 11)

Test Subject Blue (Nitrome)

Bob the Ball (Within a Deep Forest & Knytt Underground)

Boomer (The Powerpuff Girls)

Mr. Bump (The Mr. Men Show)

Bunny (The Powerpuff Girls)

Buttercup (The Powerpuff Girls)

Buzz Buzz (Earthbound)

Cabby (Inanimate Insanity)

Candi / Kazami (Splatoon)

Caterpillar (Pocoyo)

Charlie The Unicorn (Charlie The Unicorn)

Circi (Drawn To Life)

Citrus Twisty (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Clover (Inanimate Insanity)

ColorMan.exe (Mega Man Battle Network)

Cosmo (Sonic X)

Cucumber (Cucumber Quest)

Daffy Duck (Looney Tunes)

Princess Daisy (Super Mario Bros. series)

Daizy (Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!)

Little Miss Daredevil (The Mr. Men Show)

The Darwinians (Darwinia)

Dee (PBS Kids Bumpers)

Ditto (Nitrome)

Dizzy (Bob The Builder)

Lord Dominator (Wander Over Yonder)

Dora (Dora the Explorer)

Dr. Hipster (MooseBox)

18-Volt (Warioware)

Err (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)

F (Alphabet Lore)

Subject 005 (Kidutus)

Foxtail (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Frank Frankly (Welcome Home)

The Fruit Witches (Adventure Time)

Papa G (Kid Cosmic)

Professor Garbanzo (Beanworld)

Glitchmaster (Cucumber Quest)

H (Those Dancing Letter GIFs)

Hammer (Protagonist Object Show)

Haru (A Year Of Springs)

Headdy (Dynamite Headdy)

Herbert P. Bear (Club Penguin)

Iciclia (Atomic Betty)

Impy (Impy And Wormer)

Isa (Dora the Explorer)

Jenny (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Jo (Kid Cosmic)

Jonny 2x4 (Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy)

Jojora (Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga)

Julie Joyful (Welcome Home)

Kaeru (Kero Blaster)

Kay K (DoubleDuck (Italian Disney Comics))

Kelly (Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil)

Kenny (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Lampy (Protagonist Object Show)

Lasermaster (Cucumber Quest (even though they only appear in a non canon guest comic i love them a lot. wish they were real))

Liam (Kidutus)

Little Dog (2 Stupid Dogs)

Lullaby Princess (Adventure Time: Secret of the Nameless Kingdom)

Lurerre the Abysroid (Mega Man ZX)

Maggie Pesky (The Buzz On Maggie)

Heavy Magician (Sonic Mania)

Magolor (Kirby)

Mathman (Square One TV)

Maurecia (Wayside)

Meat Boy (Super Meat Boy)

Meap (Phineas And Ferb)

Meep (Kid Cosmic)

Megamind (Megamind)

Melodytchi (Tamagotchi)

Melon Bread (Gunstar Heroes)

Metro Card (Protagonist Object Show)

Micro Puffs (The Powerpuff Girls (DC Comics))

Milla Vodello (Psychonauts)

Mimi (Super Paper Mario)

Mina (Jelly Jamm)

Misery (Cave Story)

Misty (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Misty (Pokémon)

Mole (The Modifyers)

Mutemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Myron (Wayside)

President Nanao (Kero Blaster)

Little Miss Naughty (The Mr. Men Show)

Newton (LittleBigPlanet 3)

Nightmare Princess (Adventure Time: Secret of the Nameless Kingdom)

9-Volt (Warioware)

Lady Ohdette (Kidutus)

Orion (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Pablo (The Backyardigans)

Pandora (Mega Man ZX)

Pato (Pocoyo)

Peridot (Cucumber Quest)

Pheromosa (Pokémon)

Phoney Bone (Bone)

Plague Knight (Shovel Knight)

Plank (Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy)

Colonel Pluck (Donkey Kong Country Returns)

Poison Ivy (Batman)

Popple (Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga)

Printer (titletext[])

Prometheus (Mega Man ZX)

Quack (Peep And The Big Wide World)

The Queen (Jelly Jamm)

Rachel Bighead (Rocko's Modern Life)

Rachel Wilson (The Amazing World Of Gumball)

Ristar (Ristar The Shooting Star)

Robotboy (Robotboy)

ROM The Spaceknight (ROM: Spaceknight)

Roselia (Pokémon)

Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Rubber Band (Paper Mario: The Origami King)

Salad Fingers (Salad Fingers)

Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Saranoia (Yin Yang Yo!)

Science Cat (Adventure Time)

Shannon (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Shed Resident A/V Robot (ItemLabel / Nemo's Factory)

Siren (Stretch Panic)

Skrawl (ChalkZone)

Slumber Princess (Adventure Time: Secret of the Nameless Kingdom)

Small (Big And Small (i don't know much about his source material beyond the house game but he is an absolute angel so on the list he goes))

Snap (ChalkZone)

Sparkster (Rocket Knight Adventures)

Specter Knight (Shovel Knight)

Spectra (Danny Phantom)

Splaat (Klasky Csupo)

SpongeBob SquarePants (SpongeBob SquarePants (he just had to go here))

SpongeBob's Tongue (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Squilliam Fancyson (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Squirps (Super Paper Mario)

Squish (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Starlow (Mario & Luigi)

Sue (Hanna-Barbera Pac-Man)

Professor Sunshine (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Susie (Kirby)

Swiper the Fox (Dora the Explorer)

Sword Shark [R.I.P.] (Adventure Time)

Taylor (ONE)

Tennis Ball (Tennis Ball on His Day Off)

Terrormisu (Wario: Master Of Disguise)

Terry (That Food Chain episode of Adventure Time)

Texty (ONE)

Tico (Dora the Explorer)

Tinker Knight (Shovel Knight)

Togepi (Pokémon)

Tony (ONE)

Tool Star (Dora the Explorer)

Tortilla (titletext[])

Trix Rabbit (Trix Ads)

Twink (Paper Mario 64)

Unelma Varzai (Kidutus)

Uniqua (The Backyardigans)

Veri (Kidutus)

Victoria Von Bathysphere (LittleBigPlanet 2)

CommanderVideo (BIT.TRIP)

Waluigi (Super Mario Bros. series)

Wander (Wander Over Yonder)

Wario (Super Mario Bros. series)

Whippy Creamy (ONE)

Woggle (Protagonist Object Show)

Wormer (Impy And Wormer)

Wubbzy (Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!)

Agent Xero (The Modifyers)

Queen Xhan (Kid Cosmic)

Mr. Yuk (Safety PSA)

Zazz (Sonic Lost World)

Zeena (Sonic Lost World)

Zoe (Monster Prom)

Zoogina (Zoog Disney)

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

Rating Every Nu Who Episode: Season 9

Last Christmas: 8/10 I really like it but I don't love the implication at the end that Santa might be real.

The Magician's Apprentice/The Witch's Familiar: 9/10 amazing. The Doctor has sonic sunglasses and an electric guitar. Here is where I get a little more into the Doctor's depression era. Also! He gave Davros just a little bit of empathy and that gets me so much! And Missy is so extra, freezing all the planes just for attention.

Under the Lake/Before the Flood: 8/10 ideal use of time travel to discover things out of order.

The Girl Who Died/The Woman Who Lived: 10/10 beautiful and amazing and horrifying. Twist on the came back wrong trope. The idea of an immortal person who lost everything but then only has so much memory and loses all sense of herself is SO good. And I love that she has journals about it.

The Zygon Invasion/The Zygon Inversion: 8/10 would be perfect except that it feels like it's missing a story between the two episodes? Very suddenly there was an agreement we never see that allowed thousands of zygons to live on earth for months (years?).

Sleep No More: 2/10 not my preferred genre AND implies they didn't even win at the end.

Face the Raven/Heaven Sent/Hell Bent: 9/10 oh I LOVE so much about this. The tragedy of Clara dooming herself by saving someone who wouldn't have needed saving. The Doctor spending billions of years in his confession dial. The eeriness of it all, the way it changes but doesn't. The way he changes but also doesn't. Clara will die. But not yet. And I like to think that if the Time Lords are gone she never has to go back.

Bonus Character Ratings:

Twelve: 7/10 he's more fun this season, but still awfully grouchy.

Clara: 8/10 she's great this season.

Me: 10/10 AMAZING.

Missy: 10/10 idk if I'm just comparing her to her last regeneration, but she is SUCH a fun villain.

[m1d-45]

RED DEAD OF NIGHT IN HIS ASHLEY ARC (<- things that only make sense to shining nikki players. wait oh my god they’re both associated with fire it works)

BUT YEAHHHH RED DEAD OF NIGHT FULLY SPLITTING FROM DILUC… personally i’m calling him red to distinguish the two but that’s just what i’m doing everyone else can do their own thing! anyways him and diluc fighting it out….. red knowing that he isn’t the “real” diluc but honestly not caring bc he’s yours, real or not.

ALSO UNRELATED. but there is a little girl named susan who is a magician, streamer, and stylist and her younger twin brother william is an alchemist and also a stylist. i need them to meet klee. i need the three of them to be friends - teddy anon

“red knowing that he isn’t the ‘real’ diluc but not caring because he’s yours, real or not.” you…. you get me.

i’m thinking about red and diluc meeting during the hunt. maybe he’s searching for food to bring back to you. i’m thinking about diluc on patrol for his darknight hero stuff, seeing a flicker of flame and worrying. i’m thinking about him pushing into a meadow, following the dark fire, and freezing on the edge.

i’m thinking about red crouched by a bundle of sweet flowers, one hand holding a ball of fire to light up the plants. he looks up, assessing him, slowly rising to his feet. diluc drawing his weapon, wary of the one that looks like him. it’s a scarilu accurate imitation, and he fears how advanced the abyss is that they can make copies of him that detailed. the gloves, the suit, the hair.. it has to be a trick, right?

red not saying a word, not even an expression on his face as he reaches and stomps on one of the flowers, dragging it across the ground to uproot it. the ground begins to burn red as he douses his flame, turning to walk away, leaving diluc to handle the whopperflower that bursts from the ground.

i’m thinking about immediately post hunt, when people are aware of what they’ve done but you’re still wary. diluc seeing you walk around windrise, seeing himself at your side. there’s two others—a girl and someone that looks suspiciously like fischl—but he doesn’t pay attention to them, simply rushing up to greet you.

not-him and not-fischl are the first to see him, and though he slows as he gets closer, he sees both of them move to protect you and the girl. he kneels, immediately, but doesn’t get the chance to speak.

“what business do you have with the divine?” not-fischl asks, still carrying the same tone as the real thing.

“i’ve come to talk,” he says. “on behalf of-“

“and you thought now would be appropriate?”

he hesitates, looking up at the ‘him’ who’d spoken. he really was nearly an exact copy, and ut was strange to hear his own voice.

“i… you haven’t been seen, and relations must be opened at some point-“

“and you don’t think our absence is intentional?”

diluc pauses. he knows, obviously, that you’d need some time to recover, but you’d barely been seen. it was always the girl with you, or the imitations of the archons. he’d assumed you were sheltered away somewhere, kept safe from the hunt.

(he didn’t want to believe he could have hurt you.)

“what are you?” he asks finally, standing to address.. himself. “or who? why do you look like me?”

he stiffens, and the girl puts her hand on his shoulder. “red, you don’t have to.”

‘red?’

“i’m you,” he says simply. “but better.”

“what? that can’t be-“

“it is. i’m you, but not as foolish. you, but i follow the correct god.” he could tell he was a bit too eager to speak, as if he’d practiced. “i’m you. but better.”

diluc was quiet. in the silence, he turned toward you, expression softening.

“shall we go, my god?”