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[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

TERROR ANIMUS

KINKTOBER DAY 23 - HOGWARTS AU WITH JONATHAN CRANE

Pairing.| Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

Summary.| There is no one that you despise more than the arrogant Ravenclaw know-it-all who goes by the name Jonathan Crane. But his fascination with you is more dangerous than it seems.

Warnings.| Dubcon, noncon, spell casting, fear toxin but make it magical, p in v, fingering, blackmail, you're both 18.

Word count.| 5k

Notes.| I'm not the best with my Hogwarts knowledge, but this was actually really fun to write and its just an au.

Typically, Gryffindors and Slytherins would be arch nemesis’ within the grand Hogwarts walls. However, over the years of your schooling, you’d seem to have grown an enemy of your own, wrapped in a Ravenclaw cloak and tie. His exasperation had seemed to grow on you like mold, being in his presence soured your mood immediately. 

Jonathan Crane could almost be mistaken for a Slytherin, given the fact that he is a slithering snake. He found great joy in others misfortunes, the greatest in yours, so you made it your ambition to never fail around him. He was an outsider in between these historical grand halls, ambitious in being better than everyone else in the room, his intelligence was undeniable and curiosity of his strength and power would soon be your ruining. 

It was all because he had a fascination with you, one that he perfectly disguised as loathing. Jonathan was never interested in the sporting scene, but he would go out of his way to watch your quidditch games, in high hopes that you'd humiliate yourself. But Jonathan always seemed to be the one disappointed as he strided out of the stadium whilst you’d have everyone cheering for you. 

“What are you staring at Crane?” you grumbled, your face directed to your professor. 

You could feel his dark eyes burn your skin from beside you, coincidently, your professor set a sitting arrangement in hopes of improving the overall grades on average. Jonathan snorted and fixed his tie, your professor continued on with the lecture. 

“Nothing of much importance” he spat out under his breath. 

Your eyes snapped to him, you gave him an intimidating glare, but your looks always went unphased by him. In fact, your enemy smirked at you, his hips shifted underneath the wooden table. 

“If you look at me again, I’ll hex you, capeesh?” you warned in a stern tone. 

“Loud and clear” Jonathan rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the lecture. 

But Jonathan would find other ways to get under your skin, it was biased, you knew it, all he had to do was breathe a tad heavier than usual to get your blood to boil. A mental grin grew on his lips as he felt your body shift in your seat, the sound of your heavy inhale through your nose increased, the way your pen tapped firmly on the benchtop. One time you caused a scene in class merely because he asked how your day was going. You found yourself counting down the time, the words of your professor fell deaf on your ears, the only sound you focused on was the ticks of the ancient clock. 

As class was dismissed, you abruptly stood up and gathered your belongings in a rushed formation. Jonathan smiled innocently at you, but felt a slight bounce of anger as you ignored him completely, he wanted you to acknowledge how badly he loved to irritate you. 

Your anger quickly mellowed out as you felt a firm arm wrap over your shoulders. As you looked up, you smiled softly, Justin Helga, only the most popular boy in Gryffindor house. Usually, you stayed loyal to your Slytherin house, but you made an exception for him. Justin was dreamy, confident, genuine and thoughtful. His appearance was conventionally perfect, he was tall, dark, broad and had a flashing smile. You’d been dating only for a couple of weeks, you were both keeping it lowkey and focused on your studies as primary. But you couldn’t be helped to be smitten by the boy with a lion heart. 

As Jonathan exited the classroom, he managed to pick you out immediately through the pool of students. His jaw clenched, blue eyes twitched as he watched Justin put his slimy paws all over you. Jonathan muttered under his breath, his hand trailed over an old book locked in his arm before he spun his heel and strode off in the opposite direction. 

It was late at night, you hid in your corner of the library, several books open and your hand jotted your thoughts away. The library was always quiet at this time, but when your eyes wandered up, you locked eyes with a familiar set of blue eyes. Jonathan smiled at you, he sat alone also, he always sat alone regardless, but he couldn’t help but to watch you. 

Most of the students were off on break, welcomed back by their loving parents with open arms. But you always remained at Hogwarts, your parents would use the excuse that you needed to focus on your studies. Yet a blind man could see how much of a burden you were in your parents eyes. Jonathan also stayed most breaks as well, you just never cared enough to know why. 

Shortly after, Jonathan stood up and walked towards you, his footsteps echoed throughout the hall. Your body stiffened as you returned your focus to your work, he always wanted to ruin your day, he seemed to get off to it. 

“Can I join you?” Jonathan grinned, his posture cocky. 

You huffed out and immediately slammed your book shut, not caring if you’d get in trouble for breaking the rules. Jonathan whispered your name as you tried to walk past him. 

“What is it Jonathan?” you hissed lightly. 

“You don’t need to hate me so badly, you know?” he responded quietly, but his eyes were loud. 

You frowned towards him, you looked him up and down. Was this him being humorous? 

“Pardon?” you replied bluntly. 

“It’s our last year of school… Do you have enough space for all of this loathing towards me?” Jonathan asked slowly as he leant closer to you. Your head jolted back. 

“You’re pulling a trick on me” you scoffed, but Jonathan shook his head immediately. 

“No, no… It’s just that, I see you here almost every holiday break, who knows, maybe we aren’t so different after all?” Jonathan explained with a raised brow, his fingers taped onto his books. 

Your eyes narrowed towards him, he didn’t smile at you but his expression seemed sweet, genuine. Eventually, you sighed out in defeat and bobbed your head. 

“Are you not welcome home also?” you asked softly, vulnerably. 

“You could say that” Jonathan nodded, his pain flashed through his eyes just like yours would.

A soft sigh left your lips, suddenly you felt bad for him. Even though you always saw him, well tried to ignore him, you wonder why you never wondered why he was here too. Maybe because you assumed he merely wanted to piss you off more. 

“So, can I join you?” Jonathan grinned. 

“No speaking allowed” you warned, a stern expression locked on. 

Jonathan chuckled and sat down opposite you. Every so often, you’d look up, glance at him for only a moment. It was like he could hear you, cause his eyes would dart up, quickly followed up with a grin. The focus on your studies seemed to fade, were his eyes always that blue?

Over the days, you found yourself actually getting along with Jonathan and it felt skeptical. Now, it’s not like you’d tell him your darkest secret, but you could make small talk without wanting to rip his throat out. Not that there was ever much talking, but his presence was nice, it was different. Only sometimes did his appearance frustrate you.

Jonathan was kinder than it seemed, he’d help you out if you ever needed it, not that you’d ever admit that you did indeed need it. Casually, you’d just sit besides each other in the library, courtyards and dining hall. Sometimes you’d get so into conversation that the grin was non-wipeable, even earning a genuine laugh from one another. Whenever small, innocent things like your hands brushing against one another, you’d feel like sparks of electricity run through you. You’d wonder if he felt it too before you blocked that thought out of your head. 

Jonathan Crane was an enigma. His interest in fear was concerning, yet by the way that he explained it, you couldn’t help but to be intrigued in his theories. Sometimes you’d notice Jonathan walking tall throughout the halls. You’d try to follow after him but felt eerie whenever he’d disappear into the woods. It was better not to know, you didn’t care anyways, remember that. 

It wasn’t until the last night of break where you both sat in one of the courtyards. You were both mindlessly talking about each other's thoughts and dreams. Somehow your bodies had inched closer and closer together. It wasn’t until Jonathan made you jokingly smack his shoulder that you realized how near you were.

The laughter quickly died, you both looked into one another's eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, lower lip begging to be bit onto. Jonathan whispered your name, his hand slowly snaked up to your flustered cheek. His touch was melting at your skin, right as he leaned in to kiss you, the sound of two professors laughing echoed as they walked past nearby. You flew away from him, flashing your mentors a forced smile, Jonathan muttered under his breath. As Jonathan looked over to you, his eyes narrowed with how quickly you were on your feet. 

“Where are you going?” he questioned. 

“It’s late and getting cold” you sighed, avoiding his gaze. 

Jonathan stood up and blocked your path as you tried to slip past him. He whispered your name once more, you hated how sweet it sounded on his tongue. When you ignored him, he repeated himself more firmly. It seemed he had to grip onto your forearms to grab your attention.

“This is wrong” you admitted, finally looking him in the eyes. 

“Wrong? All because our bickering over the years actually meant something more meaningful sweetheart?” Jonathan spoke quietly, gently. His eyes tried to plead with you but you were ignoring him like a sickness.

“This doesn’t mean anything” you objected arrogantly.

“Stop being stubborn sweetheart, I won’t tease you for it” Jonathan assured, blue eyes wide with honesty as he slowly closed into you. “I want you, please” he confessed, begging for you. 

You’ve never seen him beg before. Never seen him so vulnerable, helpless, submissive. His thumbs drew circles as he swallowed the lump in his throat. Your emotions screamed for you to let your guard down, but your pride had thrown away the key. 

You snatched your arms free before any regretful actions could course through. “Goodnight Jonathan” you farewelled without looking into his eyes again. Jonathan watched you flee, his hands resisted to form into fists and jaw twitched from the humiliating rejection.

As the students returned to Hogwarts, so did your neglectful behavior to Jonathan. Your little holiday had to remain in the dark, your friends couldn’t know that you were managing to get along with a particular Ravenclaw. They’d give you so much shit for it, you’ve already expressed him to be a living plague. 

You sat on the balcony with your friends after a long day of schooling. Your mind was zoning out with him still on your mind. They were all talking about their fantastic school break, the trips they took and mischief they got up to. The thought of going back home after graduation stressed you out. You couldn’t wait to be free from everyone. 

Evie called your name, you blinked back to reality, your brows furrowed as you looked at her. All of the girls were grinning towards you. “Here comes your boyfriend” she giggled obnoxiously. 

Your eyes darted over to Jonathan, typically he was striding like he had somewhere important to be. His entire pompous and narcissistic aura soured your mood immediately. Of course, he was heading your way, in front of all of your friends. 

“Come on, do it” Lavender egged on. 

“What?” you glowered. 

“Pull the trip jinx on him” Evie explained, her hands waved around in contribution.

“That was only a joke” you muttered. 

You’d rant about wanting to embarrass him, constantly. Always would you say about pulling the trip jinx on him, just for all of you to laugh at him, bruise that massive ego of his. But, now that he had some dirt on you, you couldn’t even think of doing that. 

“Don’t be a chicken, do it!” Flu chimed in, a frustrated expression on her. 

Your eyes darted over at him, he was looking right at you, a wicked grin on his lips. His footsteps became louder as he approached you. Mentally, sweat was rolling down your skin, you forced your sight away from him. 

“No” you said sternly. 

Everyone sighed heavily, but Evie had this menacing look on. Right as Jonathan proudly walked in between all of you, his eyes locked onto yours, Evie drew her wand from her cloak. Your eyes widened as you saw her raise it in the corner of your eye. 

“Offendo!” Evie shouted as she casted the spell. 

Swiftly, Jonathan tripped onto the stone flooring, he grunted out in pain, his belongings scattered everywhere. Everyone bursted into a fit of laughter, you sat there silently, your throat tightened. His blue eyes shot up to you, waiting for you to do something, anything. But you didn’t, it was clear where your loyalties lied. 

“On your knees for her as per usual, right Crane?” Lavender insulted, a disgusting grin on her lips. 

“In his dreams” Flu snorted. 

“Careful, he might use a love potion on you” Evie joked, as she tiptoed around his books over to you. 

The way he was shooting daggers at you pissed you off. Why was he staring at you like this was your fault, your doings? Your brows scrunched together, fists tightened as he continued to stare at you, surprisingly no words leaving his lips. 

“What did I say about looking at me, you nitwit” you hissed. 

Jonathan lightly laughed and moved up onto his knees. His hands rested on his hips as he looked you up and down, your breathing hitched everytime he looked at you that way. 

“Was just curious about what the boys said about you! A slyth-slut indeed!” Jonathan pronounced proudly. 

Even if they wanted to stop you, the speed you charged at was impressive. Before Jonathan could react, you pinned him to the ground, your hips straddled his, your fist crashed into his jaw. The girls laughed and cheered you on, effortlessly, you held Jonathan to the floor, his legs squirm underneath you as the girls threw insults at him. 

“Next time I’ll break your jaw, capeesh?” you threatened, your anger unleashed. 

But Jonathan only smirked at you, his hips rolled against yours, you shuddered at the sparks of friction and leaped off of him. As your eyes remained glued to one another, you tried to decipher Jonathan’s expression. It was a mixture of anger, excitement, betrayal and, you prayed you got this one wrong, but lust. 

A professor called out your name, your head shot into her direction. Swearing under your breath, she strided over to you all. With a few disappointing words echoed, she wrapped her hand around your bicep and tugged you away from the others. 

“Oh it wasn’t her fault, Professor! He called her a slut!” Evie objected, but her words fell deaf. Your head snapped back, Jonathan was still watching you from the ground, his legs wide apart as he smirked towards you. 

The loyalty inside of you forced you to take the fall for Evie’s harmless spell. You were internally suspended for two days and had to write a sincere apology to Jonathan. But the worst punishment was a lengthy phone call with your parents. Everytime you hoped to put down the phone, their verbal abuse continued on. A disappointment you were, you needed to control your wild anger, apparently. The fuel of hatred towards Jonathan was reignited at full power, you could rip him to shreds. 

The next week, Jonathan and yourself seemed to ignore one another's existence completely. It was contradicting, you were relieved that you didn’t have to hear his irritating voice a little more. Yet found it infuriating that he wouldn’t acknowledge your existence. Sometimes you felt the urge to apologize, but when you took a quick glance at him, those thoughts vanished. 

The week after, you smiled gleefully at the note slipped underneath your door. Justin’s handwriting was perfect. You found yourself kicking your feet off of the end of the bed as you read it over and over again.

You’re the color of green

Your beauty dances like leaves in the wind

You fuel my sweet nature

My luck has struck with you

Meet me in the old theater room at 8pm x

Justin

The poem was cheesy without doubt. But you didn’t care, it was romantic gestures like these that always made your heart swoon. You hid the note and rushed to the bathroom to get ready. The grin on your lips couldn’t be wiped off, thankfully you were alone for no nosy snakes to interrogate you.

You slithered your way out of your common room. The cloak remained over your head as you rushed to the fourth floor. There weren't many lurking around in these areas, but you couldn’t help but to feel a rush of excitement surge through you. 

With your head poking in both directions, you opened the door and slipped into the theater. The room was dark, you raised your wand and the candles turned lit. But the room was empty, cold and honestly, it felt slightly off. It was exactly eight, but Justin seemed to be nowhere in sight. You slowly stepped down towards the stage, your eyes lingered over the empty rows of seats, your anxiety came together in your stomach. 

The footsteps you heard were all too familiar. Your brows scrunched as he came into sight on the stage. As you observed Jonathan, your eyes widened and fists formed, of course this was a stupid ploy from him. There were no words you could form, but your anger brewed and Jonathan found amusement from it. 

“You really are easy, huh?” Jonathan joked, your silence was his glory. “Can I tell you a secret?” Jonathan asked, his voice echoed throughout the room. 

“What? You’re a fucking creep?” you insulted, arms crossed over your chest.

“I’ve come across a book of spells, far too dangerous to be taught within these school grounds” Jonathan disclosed, his arms raised wide as if it was something to be proud of. 

“You seem to be the one with the tongue of a snake” you snarled. “You’re such a freak! You know that right!” you shouted, veins popped out. 

The anger was uncontrollable, you wanted to abuse him in every way possible at this moment. Jonathan laughed and jumped off the stage, his hands rested on his hips as he walked towards you. You continued on, calling him every name in the book. With how caught up you were in your anger, you didn’t notice him close the distance inbetween you too. 

Jonathan wrapped his arms around you and kissed you passionately, his tongue slipped to the back of your throat. At first, your body accepted the kiss but you managed to shove him off of you and slapped him across the cheek. The strike echoed, redness pulsed over his skin as he smirked towards you. 

“You’re a pig” you spat before you spun your heel and stormed towards the exit. 

“I’ll only tell you to stop once” Jonathan warned. 

But there was no concern in his voice for his next actions. You replied but giving him the finger, the door growing closer. Jonathan pulled his wand from his pocket and flipped it for dramatic effect, as he pointed the tip at you, he casted the spell. 

“Terror animus!” Jonathan roared. 

A flash of green struck you, the mist swarmed around your entire body as you gasped out for air. Quickly, you tumbled to the fall as you tried to breathe. Jonathan smirked, he slowly moved in, his head moved around to observe every reaction surging through you. You were on your side, your body shivering as Jonathan rested his shoe on your hip and guided you on to your back. You looked at him fearfully, Jonathan couldn’t help but to groan out, a truly wicked grin on his lips. 

“Jon-Jon-Jonathan… What have you done to me” you wheezed, your hands up to your chest. 

Your chest felt like it was going to implode. The speed that your heart was beating seemed physically impossible, you couldn’t breathe, your throat was completely swelled up. Through glossy eyes, you could point out Jonathan’s figure, but his feature was completely darkened, you cowered before him. 

“Fear is a fascinating concept, isn’t it?” Jonathan teased as he bent down beside you. 

Your body shivered, you looked so cold, so helpless, like a frightened puppy. It felt inhumane for Jonathan not to pull you into his arms. He stroked the strains of your hair behind your ears, he smiled innocently at you. 

“There, there… You’ll be okay, the spell is only temporary…” Jonathan cooed, as if his words didn’t enter your brain all jumbled up. His voice was demonic, blue eyes burnt into your soul. He easily pulled off your cloak, his eyes admired all of your curves. 

Your body latched onto him for dear life, your eyes squeezed shut as you begged for this nightmare to be over. It was the perfect melody for him. Jonathan tutted by your ear, his hand rubbed your bare thigh just below the hem of your skirt, he always thought the length of your skirt played a dangerous game. You moaned out softly as he gently caressed your skin, his mouth hung wide open, a wicked grin grew on his lips as he observed your eyes roll back, tongue poke out of your open lips, throat swallow intensely. 

On his knees, Jonathan shifted his hips as he felt his trousers to be rather tight. But when the friction caused him to groan out, his head turned to look at the bulge in his pants. A sly smirk rested on Jonathan’s sinister lips, he looked back at you, your eyes batted fearfully at him. 

“Oh my, you’ve gotten me all erect” Jonathan commented casually. 

He made sure to rub his bulge over your bare thighs, you stammered out, your heartbeat rose once more. In an attempt to push your weak body off of him, Jonathan squeezed you against him. 

“I’m going to get you expelled, you’re going to be locked up!” You choked out, eyes swelled with the horror imagery of laying with him. 

Jonathan chuckled and laid you on the cold wooden flooring, he straddled your hips and effortlessly pinned your arms above your head. Taking your jaw in his hand, he pointed your face at his, your swollen eyes blinked slowly. 

“No… You won’t tell a soul, or I’ll make sure that you’ll stay in this state for eternity. You’ll be locked up in a madhouse for the rest of your days” Jonathan laughed darkly as he kissed your cheek. 

“N-no Jon-Jon-ahh” you squirmed. 

Jonathan continued to kiss you softly, tenderly around your heated face. Then his lips teased you by brushing over yours, just like a snake teasing its prey. His intelligence was clearly underestimated. Right when you believed Jonathan would kiss you, he brought to light your new agreement. 

“I have a variety of spells I desire to test on. The species of animals I’ve been testing on doesn’t satisfy me. I need a human subject, so come on, be ambitious for me! Perhaps this can teach you some loyalty, I know you lack that” Jonathan snarled your new agreement, a sinister smirk trapped on his lips. 

You shook your head at the proposition, he was crazy. But Jonathan snorted at your response before he passionately kissed you. You were too terrified to fight back, so you allowed his venomous tongue to slither down into your throat. His hand slipped into your loose hair, twirling it around his fingers before he pulled your head back. 

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want to do any permanent damage to you. But you’re going to be my little lab rat, you got that? Gonna be my good girl. I’ll experiment on you, then to reward you for your scientific sacrifice, you’ll sit on my cock” Jonathan smirked, your skirt had already rode up to your waist, so his crotch grinded against your exposed cream panties with a growing damp spot. 

“Jonathan please!” you begged, tears streamed down your cheeks. 

“Shush, I’ll be gentle, I promise” Jonathan soothed, his hands traveling to your hips. 

It was like there was an invisible bind to your wrists, you were too fearful to move. His slim digits teased around your panties, once they looped around the bands, he tugged them down to your knees. An animalistic growl left his lips as he stroked your folds, they were glistered, you wanted him just as badly. Without forewarning, Jonathan pushed a digit inside of you, his dark eyes widened with arousal at the tight warmth. Once his digit completely vanished inside your sweet walls, he added another. The palm of his hand rubbed over his bulge, his eyes couldn’t get enough. They’d constantly snap from your pussy to your gorgeous expressions. The moans you whined out were to die for. 

As he took his fingers into his mouth, he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. His body fell on top of yours, hands spread your legs apart, he looked you deeply in the eye as he lined his tip with your entrance. You stared back at him with wide eyes, blossoming with fear. Jonathan moaned out, a pure smile of glee fullness on his lips. 

“Forgive me, I’ve never been with a girl before” Jonathan muttered as he pressed his length in. “But I’ve studied human anatomy inside out, literally. So this shouldn’t be too difficult to navigate” he continued on as he slowly pushed himself in further. 

Jonathan shuddered out, the vibrations of pleasure rolled over him. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, the moans that formed out of his mouth were damn right pathetic. But there was not a hint of shame or embarrassment in his figure. Even though you hadn’t seen his size, you could still manage to figure how large he was. But you weren’t sure if it was just a trick in your mind, or if he was actually going to rip you in half. 

“How many cocks have you had, hm?” Jonathan asked, his cock halfway in. 

“T-two..” you choked out. 

Jonathan flared his nostrils at your answer. A massive part of him really hoped you’d say that you were a virgin too. Your arms latched around him, despite how badly you wanted to bash his head in, you needed to hold onto reality. Jonathan smiled as he continued to push his cock into your velvet walls, every push ran a new wave of pleasure over him. 

“Knew you wanted me, you were too much of a stuck up bitch to convince me otherwise” Jonathan hissed out, his cock almost buried in deep.

You whined out in response, your walls squeezed him repetitively. Even though your vision was blurred, Jonathan’s presence felt frightening, intimidating. His breaths were like a beast, his mouth nibbled over your earlobe whilst his hands squeezed your breasts through your shirt. 

“You’ll show me some fucking respect from now on” Jonathan commanded harshly. 

You whimpered out and nodded your head quickly towards him, desperately feeling a compulsion to obey him. That sweet, timid expression of yours was pathetic, it made his cock twitch rapidly in between your tight walls. 

“You’re so beautiful when you’re afraid” Jonathan complimented softly. Then, like a balloon popping, Jonathan felt his orgasm reach the edge. “Oh fuck” Jonathan whined as he quickly yanked his cock out of you. 

He couldn’t risk getting you pregnant, he at least needed to have some fun with you first. Jonathan pumped his coated cock in his hand, his ropes of white spurted across your stomach and shirt that fell loose from your skirt, Jonathan cursed to himself as his strokes slowed down. His chest undulated as his eyes fluttered, a permanent smirk was locked on his lips as he squeezed the base of his shaft. 

“I’ll stay with you until the spell wears off” Jonathan heaved out. 

He tucked himself back into his pants, propped himself back onto his elbows as he grinned widely to himself. He observed your timid state, your body continued to shiver, from a mixture of the coldness, pleasure and fear. The semen on your body was wiped off with your cloak. 

“H-h-how lon-ng?” you squeaked, body still trembling like leaves in the wind. 

“I’m not entirely sure, there's a number of factors to take into consideration” Jonathan replied. 

You inched closer to him, Jonathan sighed and welcomed you into his arms, he held you tight. A part of Jonathan regretted not bringing a notepad to jot down everything. Oh well, he was sure he’d remember this perfectly. His fingers teased your sensitive entrance, your hips rocked against him, breathing deep as you kept your face buried in the crook of his neck. 

“Quite fascinating” Jonathan commented with his fingers deep inside of you, you moaned as his fingers curled. “Should we just stay here the night? Hm? It’s quite cozy and certainly secluded…” Jonathan suggested devilishly. 

It wasn’t exactly cozy, but there was enough supplies hidden behind the stage to change that. When Jonathan left, you anxiously waited for him to come back. It felt like he was gone for hours, even though it was only a few minutes. He’d returned with old thick blankets in his arms, ones that were used in a play years ago. The sheet is laid on the ground and Jonathan rolled you onto it, he draped the large fabric across your bodies and held you.

“You belong to me now, capeesh?” Jonathan mocked, a cheeky grin on his lips. You looked up at him and slowly batted your tear filled lashes.

“Yes Jonathan” you replied as his fingers trailed back down to your core. 

“You should have submitted yourself to me in the courtyard” Jonathan clicked his tongue. 

But there was no regret on his end. This ordeal seemed much more fitting anyways. How was it that you were the Slytherin, yet he was the viper and you were nothing more than a helpless mouse.

[nixiartz]

"Hmm..maybe i could ask her to help me with this.."

"Oh Helga did you see how he said hi, gosh I think he's gonna ask me out soon, i just know it!♡♡♡"

"Pheobe.."

Some art dump from my au :P

[probablyspooky]

Tesoro Atlantis [Vinny x F!Reader] P.2

[First]

You're a marine biologist, friend of Milo Thatch, who brings you along on the expedition to find Atlantis, allowing you a once in a lifetime opportunity to see the seabed for yourself, but you find more than that.

One by one, small lights were produced, looking up at Vinny you sigh a sigh of relief that you survived that. Realizing his arm is still around you, you feel your cheeks heat up, but something hard is poking you.

“Uhm…Vinny what’s that?” you ask nervously.

“Oh that?” he digs into his satchel, producing a clock strapped to a few sticks of dynamite, “It’s a bomb.”

“Oh…”

The clock's face comically shoots out, this action forces Vinny to frown.

“Merda…” he scowls.

Leaving the armored trucks, Rourke asks Audrey what the damage to the convoy is.

“Not as bad as it could have been,” she says, face inside an engine,”We totaled rigs two and seven, but the digger still looks like it’ll still run. Lucky for us we landed in something soft.”

Mole scurries around, sniffing the ground much like a dog.

“Pumice ash,” he says, “We are standing at the base of a dormant Volcano.”

Helga shoots a flare into the air, its large flame eventually becoming a speck in your eye.

“It just keeps coming,” Helga says, astonished.

“Maybe it’s our ticket out of here,” Vinny says, standing next to you, brushing his finger against his mustache.

The flare pops in the distance.

“Maybe not,” Helga frowns.

Mole scurried around some more.

“The maga has solidified in the bowels of the volcano, effectively blocking off the exit.”

Sweet takes a step back, flailing his hands around as he speaks smoothly.

“Hold on, back up. Are you saying this whole volcano can blow at any time?”

You watch Vinny trying to fix the clock bomb in his hand while everyone speaks.

“No, no, no, no. That would take an explosive force of great magnitude” Mole says calmly.

Vinny's clock face pops out again. Everyone turns their faces to the two of you.

“Maybe I should do this later, huh?” his gaze turns to you with a smirk.

Rourke grumbles to himself, turning to the group.

“If we can blow the top off of that thing, we’d have a straight shot to the surface. Mr. Thatch, what do you think? Mr. Thatch? Thatch?” 

You hadn’t even realized your best friend, Milo Thatch was gone. You were too distracted by Vinny [aren’t we all] to notice, panic rises in your chest as you begin to quickly pace around looking for your lost friend. 

“Milo?” you cry out, “Milo!?”

You feel the firm, comforting hand of Vinny tap your side.

“Don’t worry tesoro. We will find him. I’m sure he’s fine, books probably cushioned his fall.”

Mole scurries around, pressing his ear against a wall.

“I hear something!” he exclaims, quickly jumping to his digger and starting it up. The group follows Mole through his tunnel. You spot Milo running after something. Leaving Vinny’s grasp, you rush after Milo.

“Milo!” you call you, grabbing his arm and pulling him into a hug.

“I thought I’d lost you…”

You look at Milo, realizing you’re no longer within the confines of the cave, your eyes slowly pan to behind Milo, a waterfall, and upon it, the city of Atlantis beholds you.

“Sweet mother of Jefferson Davis!” Cookie exclaims

“It’s beautiful…” Audrey says in awe.

Sweet comes over to Milo giving him a firm pat on the back.

“Milo, I gotta hand it to you, you really came through.”

Your eyes widen at the beauty of the waterfall that beholds you.

“Have you ever seen anything so wonderful, Vinny?” you ask.

“Huh…Yeah, it’s a beautiful sight…” he replies, his eyes not on the waterfall but on someone else instead.

Suddenly, a group of masked people crawl and jump from the digger behind the group. Vinny steps ahead of you, an arm blocking your midsection as unknown masked people approach.

You can’t hear what’s currently being said, but you see the leader of the masked group remove her mask.

“She’s beautiful…” you whisper.

“She’s somethin, I guess,” Vinny replies.

You watch Milo wave his hands around, a desperate attempt to communicate with them. Mole for some reason whispers something to the woman, and she firmly knocks his lights out, applause followed from Sweet.

Rourke sends back a squad to salvage some items, while the rest of you enter the city of Atlantis. You climb into a truck with Vinny and Mole, squeezing into the middle best you can.

“I’m so excited!,” Mole claps.

You try your best to move away from the dirty man, your back firmly on Vinny’s side.

“Careful tesoro,” Vinny chuckles, pointing to the lava underneath the bridge you’re all currently crossing.

The group progresses, and you look at all the flying reptiles, plant life, and ancient architecture around you.

“This is beautiful…I wonder what type of marine life they have.” you say, your eyes jumping from sight to sight.

“Eh, you see one fish, you seen em all,” Vinny says.

“Oh!” you playfully shove him, “Don’t say that! Everything is unique in its own way, there’s beauty in every individual thing.”

Of course Vinny knew this already, feeling you press against him as you look around at all the sights with such passion makes him feel all warm inside, only for a moment, a dark pit of guilt swirls in his chest as he knows the inevitable will happen.

The small convoy trucks begin to halt, and in the distance you can see Milo, Helga, Kida, and Rourke enter a large temple. Eventually your car comes to a halt, Vinny stretches out his hand and helps you down.

“This is amazing!” you exclaim walking with Vinny and the group towards the kings temple. “Eh, it’s not all that great, been down here this whole time, can’t be that great, They probably don’t even have good wine.” Vinny chuckles as you begin to climb the stairs to the temple doors, not realizing the two of you haven’t let go of one another’s hand.

Milo and the rest come out, Milo say’s the princess is willing to help them, but the king however…does not. Rourke volunteers Milo to go with Kida to help convince her, and then informs the rest of the group that they are staying for one night.

The rest of the group veers off to explore the city. Vinny turns to you.

“Where to, tesoro?” he smiles down at you.

You smile excitedly as the two of you wander through the market area of Atlantis, taking in all the sights, all the goods that are being traded around, wonderful clothes, spices never heard of before, these beautiful crystals everyone wears around their necks as they work in their wonderful secret world. Taking in the smells of the food cooking, you might not know what animal they’re cooking, or why it has so many eyes, but one thing is for certain…it’s better than Cookie’s.

The two of you end up at the fishing docks, where the fishermen are reeling in marine life you had never seen before. You peer down from the bricks to look down into the water.

“Fascinating…” you say softly.

Suddenly, this lobster thing with a long tail grips the back of your head and drags you under.

Remember, you can’t swim, you begin to kick, the weight of your boots tugging you down deeper into the Atlantis waters. You hear the water vibrate as something large enters the space with you, your lungs burn as the lack of oxygen begins to cut off your brain function. An arm wraps around your chest, and you’re tugged up from the waters. The feel of cold air on your face as you break the surface of the water.

Gasping for air, as you’re dragged onto solid land, panting you look over to see Vinny, his sweater soaked as he looks down at you.

“Tesoro! Are you okay?” he asks, his hand on your cheek.

You cough, nodding, you don’t know why, but you pull Vinny into a hug, burying your face into his still wet chest.

“Thank you Vinny,” you sigh, looking up at him.

He smiles, looking back at you as your faces inch closer, feeling his heart jump in his chest as your lips are almost touching. 

Vinny stops and pulls back.

“L-let’s get you out of these wet clothes..” 

Disappointed, but understanding the situation, you nod, standing up the two of you head back to the group to get a fresh change of clothes.

Once the main group is back together, you all are treated to a feast…of still moving bugs.

“Oh..yum..” you frown, looking at the creepy crawlies in your bowl.

Vinny picks up this bug creature, with many eyes.

“I’m not used to being watched like this…” Vinny jokes.

Sweet pulls out one of his own from his bowl.

“Oh, don’t forget to eat the head,” he says, ripping the head off with his teeth, “ That’s where all the nutrients are.”

You watch the Atlanteans begin to turn in, Milo and Kida sneak off to go do whatever. So you find yourself walking in the cool night time air of Atlantis, feeling the familiar presence of a demo-man behind you.

“What’s on your mind, Tesoro?” he asks, walking close to you

“Just thinking about…how this whole place was hidden for so long, and I took the leap with Milo to come on this trip, I would’ve…” you turn to look at him, “never found such wonderful things if I hadn’t come alone.”

He takes your hands into his.

“Really? I mean it’s not Palermo, but it’s something.” he chuckles, rubbing his thumbs across your knuckles.

He clears his throat, moving the match in his mouth from one side to the other.

“But, I also found something wonderful down here…”

Like before, the two of you close the gap between your bodies, your faces inches apart, as your bodies begin to sway back and forth together in unison. 

“Really…what’s that?” you ask, leaning up.

Vinny begins to lean down, but the moment he feels your breath on his lips, he reels back once more.

“I can’t!” he sputters, letting go of your hands and squeezing his face, “I’m not who you think I am.”

“What?”

“I-...I really like you Tesoro.”

“I like you too.”

“But..” he grumbles, “I need you to be safe.”

“What do you mean?”

Vinny glances around.

“Do you trust me?”

You nod at him.

“Of course, of course I do.”

Vinny looks conflicted, he sighs and drags you to the trucks, opening the trunk of one of them.

“Sit in here, I will come back for you once it’s done okay?” “What about Milo?” you ask, hesitating to climb in.

Vinny rubs the back of his neck.

“I’ll make sure he’s safe okay?”

You nod, climbing into the trunk.

“I will be back for you I promise.”

Darkness consumes you. You try your darn hardest to stay awake, but you fall asleep. Only awaking to the sound of the truck starting up and commotion outside.

“Vinny…?” you whisper, rubbing your eyes still in the darkness of the truck. Suddenly an explosion goes off, causing you to jump, the lid of the trunk opening slightly as you peer through the crack, you see the shrinking sight of Atlantis as you travel farther from it.

“What?”

POINT OF VIEW CHANGE “BWAAAAAWM” -Ian the editor

Milo stares as the bridge to Atlantis collapses, the crew standing behind him.

“What’re we gonna do?” Milo groans into his hands, turning around to the crew, “[Y/n], sorry for getting you stuck in all-...where’s [Y/N]?”

Vinny freezes, a deep pit in his stomach forms as looks at the trucks driving away.

“Cazzo…”

WE’RE BACK WITH [Y/N] POINT OF VIEW  “MWAAAAAWB”

You hear the bustle of men, work being done, you try your hardest to stay quiet, but soon enough a masked man finds you, yanking you out of your hiding spot.

You’re dragged in front of Rourke and Helga.

“We found this one in the trunk of the truck” the masked man said, “What shall we do with her?”

Rourke looks at Helga.

“I say be done with her,” Rourke says, waving his hand.

Helga raises her hand, stopping your immediate execution.

“Well hold on, no need, not like she can do anything to us now, why waste a bullet, when she can waste away down here with the rest of them?”

Just like that you’re ignored, people working as if they’re not gonna leave you there to die.

You watch as they fire a rocket to the top of the volcano, the warm beams of sunlight as it shines down from the cracks. Rourke basks in the sunlight, happy to finally have his victory.

A giant balloon is produced from a cart, lifting some sort of crate into the air. You climb to your feet and chase after.

“What’s going on!?” you shout, running after Rourke.

“Stupi-”

Rourke turns his face to see the flying fleet of fish charging at them as Milo and the gang proceed to race towards you all.

“Alright change of plan,” Rourke says, grabbing your arm. “I see how Vinny looks at you.” He drags you on to the balloon, then he proceeds to signal his men to start firing at the fish. The battle is brutal, some Atlanteans begin to fall, their fish causing large explosions of blue energy. Rourke forcefully pulls you up as he begins to fire at anything that moves. A blue beam of energy fires between the two of you, causing Rourke to drop his gun. You look over to see Vinny salute at you as he flies off back into battle. 

Rourke growls angrily and begins to shake you, while doing so as he spots Audrey and Sweet trying to cut the cargo from the balloon.

“Looks like someone’s workin’ overtime,” he tells Helga, as she drops bombs onto them.

Milo at this time now flies his flying hammerhead into one of the side balloons of the ship.

“Lighten the load!’ Rourke says, throwing you overboard.

You scream in terror as the air rushes past you, the balloon shrinking as you begin to grow the distance. You close your eyes trying to brace yourself for impact, and then!

The ground feels a lot like a hand.

You peek your eyes open to spot the familiar Italian demoman.

“I told you I was gonna come back for you Tesoro..” he smiles at you, his firm grip holding you close to him.

“Vinny!” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, finally pressing your lips against his.

He kisses you back, feeling your hair in his hand as he continues to maneuver through the airspace.

“Shit, I should save you more often…” he chuckles.

The two of you begin to retreat as Milo defeats Rourke.

Milo reinstates the heart of Atlantis, saving its people. [i aint typin all that, you know what happened]

The people of Atlantis heavily reward its heroes with massive amounts of wealth and gold. The crew overlook Atlantis as its bright roads are now full of hope.

Your hand wrapped tightly with Vinny’s as you lean your head onto his shoulder.

Every good thing must come to an end, and you have to say goodbye to Milo.

Kida gives you each a crystal necklace, smiling at yours in your hand.

“Atlantis will honor your names forever. I only wish there was more we could do for you.” Kida says, standing by Milo.

“Uh, you know, thanks anyway… but I think we’re good.” Vinny says, looking at you while motioning to the pile of wealthy behind you.

“They’ll take you as far as the surface.” Milo says.

“We are really going to miss you, Milo,” Audrey says, as Vinny walks over to Milo.

“You know, I’m gonna reopen a flower shop, and I’m gonna think of you guys every single day. Monday through Friday 9:00 to 5:00, Saturday until 2:00. Sunday…I’m gonna take Sunday off probably…date night..Maybe I’ll go in for a couple hours…you know…but August…I’m gonna take August. [Y/N] you got plans in August?” “No?,” you smile.

He turns to Milo with a smirk.

“I’m gonna take August off.” 

With that Vinny walks back to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You gonna be okay [Y/N]?” Milo asks you.

Of course not, you begin to feel tears well in your eyes and you rush over and give him a hug.

“I’m gonna miss you!’ you cry, feeling Milo hug you back

Cookie taps you on the shoulder.

“S’cuse me ma’am I’d like a turn with the nerd.”

You wipe your face and give Milo a final squeeze walking back to Vinny.

Vinny pulls you aside as you watch Cookie give Milo a literal bucket of grease.

“So August…”Vinny starts, “now that ya’know..I’m rich, you wanna…travel to see Venice?”

You nod excitedly, and then stop.

“With you?”

“Yes, with me tesoro” he replies pressing his forehead against yours.

The guard calls everyone over for a photo.

“Say ‘G’ochk”

“G’ochk!” you all say as the photo is taken.

At Mr. Whitmore’s basement room, the group stands now wearing fine clothes, jewelry, and positive attitudes.

“Now let’s go over it again, just so we got it straight,” Mr. Witmore starts, looking through photos,” You didn’t find anything.”

“Nope. Just [Y/N].” Vinny says. You respond by elbowing him, “And rocks. And Fish. Little fish. Sponges.”

“What happened to Helga?” Whitmore asks.

“Well, we lost her when a flamin’ zeppelin come down on her.”

Packard hits him with her parasol, “Uh…missin…”

“That’s right, and Rourke?” Whitmore asks.

“Nervous breakdown. You could say he went all to pieces” Sweet says, smiling at the group.

“In fact, you could say he was transmogrified, and then busted into a zillion…” the parasol is raised again, Cookie clears his throat,” He’s missin, too.”

“What about Milo?” Whitmore asks finally, looking at you.

“Went down with the sub,” you sigh, feeling Vinny’s hand on your head.

Suddenly there is the sound of digging, and your eyes pan over to see Mole’s clothes scattered on the floor and him digging into a large pot of dirt, laughing maniacally the entire time.

“Oh, lord, give me strength,” Sweet mutters, going over to the pot.

“I’m gonna miss that boy..” Mr. Whitmore sighs.

After the group goes their separate ways for now. You wave goodbye at the group as Vinny takes your hand to the car waiting, planting a kiss onto your lips.

“What now?” you ask him, wrapping your arms around his neck, giggling.

“Whatever we want Tesoro…” he chuckles, capturing your lips into another kiss.

[perotovar]

twenty questions for fic writers 💖

tagged by @kedsandtubesocks and @nerdieforpedro thank you, loves! ♥

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

technically 4 lol i'm slowly moving my stuff over there. i barely get any traction there compared to tumblr so it's sort of just there in case anyone prefers that format. i like the community i've built over here so i'm not worried about it!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

apparently 60,272 which is WILD

3. What fandoms do you write for?

the pedro pascal cinematic universe! i've thought about branching out into the bg3 fandom or possibly a couple other games, but the inspiration is with the pedro boys rn ♥

4. Top five fics by kudos

i'll go with the highest number of notes on here i suppose??

baby i'm-a want you (joel x javier p)

into the beat of the night (frankie x oc!river price)

bloody kisses (shane morrissey x tim rockford)

ásjá (pero tovar x ofc!helga)

rebirth (javi g x reader)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i've been really bad about it, but yeah, i certainly try to!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ch1 of bloody kisses ends pretty angsty, but it's got nothing on given to fly, my joel x tess drabble (which i don't think a lot of people even know i wrote lmao)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i can tell you right now, itbotn will have a happy ending :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think i write the popular boys enough for that. and most of my stuff is queer, which has a smaller audience. so, fingers crossed, no not yet

9. Do you write smut?

yep

10. Craziest crossover?

i feel like putting one of the characters in a macho man heist movie into a goth club was a pretty insane crossover lol but probably bloody kisses, too, because it's between a criminal and a detective. who says opposites don't attract? 😉

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of omfg

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but that would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah, me and @chronically-ghosted work on bloody kisses together! her contribution is my favorite chapter so far, definitely

14. All time favorite ship?

joel/tess has been one of my absolute favorites for years. halsin/astarion is a very close second <3

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i really wanna write the metal!pero and metal!ezra fic but i'm not sure i'll figure out the plot for it sdflkghjdg they're messing with me a lot

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think i'm good at dialogue? banter?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

interesting descriptions. describing a mood/atmosphere is fucking hard and idk how y'all do it lol

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i think it's cool! i wish i spoke spanish better than my beginniner duolingo ass can so i can use it more often, but yeah lol

19. First fandom you wrote in?

it was for a band lmao like 10 years ago. i wrote like 2 smutty oneshots and have promptly deleted them off the internet

20. Favorite fic you've written?

god, that's an evil question! tbh it might be a tie between itbotn and bloody kisses. those are my babies and i'm super proud of the universes i created with them!

np tags: @ezrasbirdie @sp00kymulderr @qveerthe0ry @for-a-longlongtime

@goodwithcheese @missredherring @marisferasiop @swiftispunk @mrsmando

@ghostofaboy and anyone else that wants to ♥

[klutzymaiden123]

HII, ok so I finished reading the current chapters of the fanfic and I've got to say, IM IN LOVE. The way you portray Helga's character is amazing like that's exactly the image of her than I had in my head. Of course, I love all the characters but Helga stands out to me the most because of this guilt complex she has and the complexity of her character (idk if that makes sense but I hope it does). I wanted to know if you were including a snippet of Arnold's POV in the chapter(s) your currently working on and I also wanted to know if you were planning on releasing chapter 31 when it's done or releasing it when you already have a clear thought of what chapter 32-35 (guesstimate) are gonna include/look like

THANK YOU SO MUCH. I enjoy writing this story so much and Helga is such a fun and intriguing character to write! Most of the girls are, but Helga is the most challenging and rewarding for me to write, since she's canonically already such a complex character!

And totally, of course! Arnold's POV originally wasn't even apart of the drafts. Their encounter in 28 was supposed to be a lot different, but when I was actually writing it, things spurred out of control. So for Chapter 31, I decided to throw in a scene from his perspective, because even I was like, "What's going on with this kid?" It's definitely my favourite scene in the chapter so don't worry, his POV is still apart of the re-drafts. And the Shortaki will be cranking up from now on!

Chapter 31 will be released when I have finished writing Chapter 32. It's taken so long just because it's quite an intense and emotionally driven chapter. I've had it planned from the start and like Chapter 30, I want to get it exactly right. Good news, I'm already on my third re-write for 32, so even if I go back for a fourth re-write (as I did for 30), 31 will be posted before then! 32-35 have been re-organised and to an extent, they still are, but they're falling really well into place because the inspiration that hit me was HAWT.

But thank you so much for your kindness and your comment! I am happy that you're enjoying this as much as I am! Annnnnd normally, I don't squeeze in snippets into asks, but because this chapter has taken awhile and you guys have been so patient, I'm sharing a portion of Arnold's section in the next chapter. Enjoy!

Years ago, when Helga had walked away from him, Arnold thought that there would only ever be ashes between them. That between them stood a barren wasteland. But she had come back and turned everything back around.

He realised how nonsensical that sounded; she had walked away and yet somehow, he had become lost. It was like she had turned the light out. Or led him deep into a maze then sealed it shut as she abandoned him. There had been a loss carved into his chest and he knew that if he tugged hard enough, it would all lead back to her. The guilt. Maybe it had been his fault; maybe it had always been his fault. It was his words that had caused her to pull back until she was with the shadows. He wanted another go so he could make things right.

He had spent years wondering what would happen if there had been a second chance. Did he want something to happen? What was he supposed to say—sorry that I hurt you? Would that ever be enough? He had searched for words that could match his feelings, but he had never found them. He still hadn’t gotten it right because Helga had always been different from everyone that he ever knew.

So when she turned to repeat what had happened between them years ago, he had acted without thinking. He wrapped his hands around her and pulled her back until she was at his side.

And it was weird. He was touching her and yet, it was her touch that sent sparks shooting across his skin. His heart had been in his throat and he suddenly found it hard to talk. And maybe over the years, he had begun to believe her. Maybe, for as much as he had preached that there was more to Helga Pataki, a part of him had also gotten swept up within her performance. Believed that she was hardened and nothing could affect her. But beneath his fingers, her cheeks had turned into rosebuds, and he remembered that she was nothing like the girl she pretended to be.

And when she had looked at him, something passed between them. Something had been passing between them for a while now. It filled him with that feeling. The feeling that he had only gotten when he was around her—something that welled in his chest and flushed him so warm that he couldn’t help smiling. It happened automatically and without permission. He couldn’t control it. He didn’t know when it had begun, only that it had been getting harder and harder to hold himself back from doing something stupid while in her presence.

It had been happening more and more frequently lately. When the lights became tangled in her hair. When her eyes would lift from the ground into his. When her fingers were wrapped around his arm. When she said his name. When she stood so close that he could smell her hair. Daffodils. He loved that smell. But what had changed? Had anything changed? There had been many times where he had looked at her and thought that she was pretty. Beautiful. And it made Arnold’s cheeks burn. His stomach would dance. But why? Where was all this coming from? And why was he checking his inbox again?

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

All of Hans's brothers, except the twins, were now married with children.

Elizabeth Rudnick, "A Frozen Heart", Paper Rocket, 2016, p. 31

Meet Lars's children.

Olga is eight years old. Her name was picked out by her mother, as the tradition of the Southern Isles demands. Her curly hair also comes from Helga's side. She is a brave, outgoing girl, very protective of her younger brother. She vaguely remembers Hans, but she was only two when Arendelle happened and, of course, was not allowed to interact with him at all. She knows someone is missing, but since her dad doesn't want to talk about it - she is left alone with her questions.

Jens just turned six and already knows how to read - which makes his dad madly proud. He loves his big sister with all of his little heart and takes her as his highest authority. Really smart for his age, Jens starts to show the same passion for history as his parents - even if he doesn't understand the nuisances yet. He also doesn't understand why his dad sometimes, especially when he is distracted, tired or unfocused, gets his name wrong and calls him "Hans".

[eddie-redmayne-italian-blog]

Eddie Redmayne Says 'Willkommen' to Broadway in First Production Photos from Cabaret Revival (Exclusive)

'The Good Nurse' actor is starring as the Emcee alongside Gayle Rankin as the musical's leading lady Sally Bowles

By Sabienna Bowman Published on April 15, 2024 02:30PM EDT

Eddie Redmayne is ready to put on a show in the first photos from Broadway's Cabaret revival!

In PEOPLE's exclusive first look at the famed John Kander and Fred Ebb musical's return to the Great White Way,The Good Nurse actor, 42, suits up at as Kit Kat Klub's mercurial Emcee. With his jaunty green party hat, oversized brown cravat and black gloves, Redmayne is both intriguing and imposing as the fascinating character.

In another snap of the Emcee in action, Redmayne leaps into the air as several members of the cast dance around him during the show's iconic opening number, "Willkommen."

See Eddie Redmayne and Gayle Rankin in First Rehearsal Photos for Broadway's Cabaret Revival (Exclusive)

Additional photos from the show shine the spotlight on House of the Dragon actress Gayle Rankin in the role of the vivacious nightclub singer Sally Bowles. In one compelling photo, she seems poised to take the stage with a microphone in hand as she's surrounded by ensemble members during the song, "Mein Herr."

Another picture finds Rankin in a ruffly white dress while holding a prop cigarette as she performs the song "Don’t Tell Mama."

The Cabaret revival is being directed by Rebecca Frecknall, who helmed the West End version, which also starred Redmayne. Previews began April 1 at the August Wilson Theatre in New York City, with the show set to officially open on April 21.

Never miss a story — sign up for PEOPLE's free daily newsletter to stay up-to-date on the best of what PEOPLE has to offer​​, from celebrity news to compelling human interest stories.

Cabaret has long been a success both on the stage and screen. Based on John Van Druten’s 1951 play I Am a Camera, which in turn was adapted from the 1939 novel Goodbye to Berlin by Christopher Isherwood, Cabaret first hit Broadway in 1966. It was later turned into the 1972 film of the same name starring Oscar-winner Liza Minnelli.

The musical tells the story of Sally, an ambitious English singer who starts up a relationship with American writer Clifford Bradshaw as he observes the eccentric characters who populate the Kit Kat Klub in Berlin. Set between World War I and World War II, the growing unrest beyond the club's doors is ever-present as the artists within express themselves through song.

It features a score by Kander & Ebb made up of a string of songs that have become musical theatre mainstays, like “Willkommen,” “Don't Tell Mamma,” “Mein Herr,” “Two Ladies,” “Tomorrow Belongs to Me,” “Money,” “Maybe This Time” and, of course, “Cabaret.”

Jennifer Lopez Visits the Kit Kat Club for Broadway Revival of Cabaret (Exclusive)

Redmayne, who also produces the Broadway revival, has long said that Cabaret “properly ignited” his love for theater, while playing the Emcee in a student production of the musical over 25 years ago.

In an October 2023 statement, he shared, "It now feels completely thrilling and a little surreal to be a part of Rebecca's truly unique vision of Masteroff, Kander, and Ebb's brilliance as it arrives on Broadway, where the piece has such a history."

In addition to Redmayne and Rankin, the rest of the principle cast is rounded out by Ato Blankson-Wood (Clifford), Steven Skybell (Herr) and Tony winner Bebe Neuwirth (Fräulein), as well as Natascia Diaz (Fraulein Kost and Fritzie); and Henry Gottfried (Ernst Ludwig).

The cast also includes, Gabi Campo (Frenchie), Ayla Ciccone-Burton (Helga), Colin Cunliffe (Hans), Loren Lester (Herman/Max), David Merino (Lulu), Julian Ramos (Bobby), MiMi Scardulla (Texas), Paige Smallwood as Rosie, and Marty Lauter (Victor) — also known as Marcia Marcia Marcia of RuPaul's Drag Race fame.

Tickets for Cabaret are on sale now.

https://people.com/see-eddie-redmayne-in-first-production-photos-from-cabaret-revival-exclusive-8633414

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P. S. Мне тяжело быть и художником, и себе сммщицей, поэтому не удивляйтесь, если в какой-то из соц сетей я пропадаю напрочь (в тг больше появляюсь). Слишком много уходит у меня сил на попытки продвижения, которые по большей части впустую. Для т��го же тик тока я банально не успеваю за трендами. Решила попробовать вести тамблер, вдруг тут получится хоть что-то, ибо инст не особо хочется больше вести.

[tobiasdrake]

Yuki Spinoff, Episode 2: Joy to the World

Episode 3 is titled "Haruhi Suzumiya!!" so Yuki better enjoy her Christmas Party 'cause her life's about to go dramatically downhill.

Gonna have to make this one two posts 'cause I have a lot to say about this episode.

I noticed this in the first episode but I love the decision to change Yuki from a strict book-reader to also being a gamer. It does demonstrate the change in times, as Melancholy was released in 2006 while Disappearance of Yuki Nagato is from 2015, and gaming has become more proliferated over time.

But, more importantly, it also demonstrates the change in Yuki. Yuki Prime's never gone into detail about why she reads, but it's a fair assumption that she does it for the same reason most of us consume media: A desire to absorb information, experiences, and emotions through characters and situations.

Media exists in conversation with culture. By consuming media, Yuki is participating in culture. You could assume that she's only doing it to gather information, being a robot, but Yuki specifically reads fiction. She's looking for the same things everybody else is.

However, her media of choice is strictly text. She doesn't have a TV or video games or anything. She consumes experiences and emotions through text. Because Yuki herself is text. She can't watch a neutral expression on a screen slowly grow into a smile and immediately relate and understand what that means. She's more comfortable with a narrative structure that explains outright in words what the characters are feeling and going through. That's what Yuki can understand.

But this new Yuki, her ideal escapist form of Yuki with a full three-dimensional range of emotions, isn't limited in the same way. She shares Yuki Prime's love of media, shares her fascination with living vicariously through characters. But she can indulge her interests in ways the original could not, because she knows what it feels like to smile and enjoy things, to get excited by a rare drop, or to grieve a beloved character.

She is Yuki Unchained.

Ryoko has the perfect pre-"I hope you got your affairs in order because CHILD NOBODY IS GOING TO SEE YOU ALIVE AGAIN" Pleasant Mom Smile.

I wonder if Ryoko has parents? Yuki lives alone because Yuki Prime lives alone, because she's a space robot. But Escapist Yuki isn't a space robot, so the fact that she has no parents is simply a consequence of living situation transference she can't comprehend.

By the same logic, Ryoko should be a space robot. But Ryoko did have parents on paper. They weren't real and nobody ever saw them, but they did legally exist. "Her dad" even called the school when she "moved to Canada".

So I wonder what her living situation is here? Does she live alone like Yuki? Did this reality manifest real parents for her? Did it manifest real parents but they're out-of-country? Is she knowingly deceiving people into thinking she has parents?

What is your parental situation, Ryoko?

Ignoring the Skip Intro button from the shady piracy website providing my screenshots, can we all take a moment to acknowledge how great my character looks in this show that's not about her?

Black monochrome is a fantastic look for Haruhi because it's a color-scheme that matches her personality. Haruhi's always exuded Mean Girl Energy, pretty much from the moment we met her. She's a weird Mean Girl but she's a violent, self-absorbed misanthrope.

In a lot of other shows, she would be the protagonist's bully.

In her own show... that's still fairly accurate, yeah. It gets weirdly romanticized but it's still more or less her and Kyon's dynamic. She's like if Hey, Arnold! actually had its title character fall in love with Helga Pataki.

And just like that, I have dated myself to a billion years old. Okay. But it's true! That's what Haruhi and Kyon remind me of.

Haruhi most commonly sports the same outfit that everyone else is wearing due to Japanese school uniformity. But, courtesy of the decision Disappearance made to put her in a different school in Yuki World, this is the first time she's had her own unique aesthetic among the main cast. Well, apart from Itsuki, but he's a devout follower anyway.

This contrast against the uniformity of the rest of the cast makes Haruhi pop. She's eye-catchingly unique among a sea of brown blazers, as befits the center of the universe (in persona, even if no longer in power or character role). And the near-all-black color scheme gives her a wicked edge to her appearance, perfectly conveying her Mean Girl status.

Basically what I'm getting at is that I don't know how Haruhi's going to be used in this show but I wish she looked like this back in the original because holy hell is that the perfect Haruhi aesthetic.

I could watch Yuki and Kyon have a fun snowball fight for twenty straight minutes. That could be all this episode is and I would be satisfied.

Look at her. Look at how happy she is. This is all she wanted when she reshaped the universe. Haruhi twisted time and space to make time travelers and space aliens and espers and sliders, but Yuki did it to make this.

Meanwhile Ryoko remains MVP of this show. This subversion of the typical "surprised character hit in the face by thing as they walk into the room" gag is beautiful and conveys the composed and professional persona of Class President Ryoko Asakura.

I love how coy the show is playing about... like... how Ryoko she is. She vaporized the cotton snowball in her hand and then releases her battle aura. It's a funny gag. But. Also. There is a deep tension inherent to this incredibly likable character, to the point that it's not clear how literally we're meant to take this.

She did not actually blast Yuki and Kyon out the window with a Kamehameha beam of pure disapproval. But maybe she could? I don't know.

And then straight to the turkey! Like that didn't happen. XD

I'm so glad Yuki got her turkey. She wanted a turkey so bad. This is her first Christmas with full emotional range and all of it was invested in getting this turkey. She put her whole psyche into it every single time she exclaimed the English word "TURKEY!" last episode.

I became very invested in Yuki getting a turkey. Now she has one. I am very satisfied right now.

Oh, Yuki. This is Melancholy tone. A little bit of selfishness is what makes the universe go 'round.

Maybe my mind's bent from too much reality-warping but this conversation feels subtextually linked to Yuki's decision to eat Haruhi, remake the universe, and resurrect Ryoko in the first place.

Like. They're literally talking about the fate of Yuki Yuki Literature Club but the vibe feels much grander. That Yuki begins the conversation speaking in her emotionless Space Robot voice gives it this... between-the-worlds tone.

Like. Remember the last episode of PMMM when Madoka, Sayaka, and Mami were eating cake in a heavenly extradimensional Mami's Apartment Reality while they discuss Madoka's wish? That's what this feels like, to me.

Literally, this scene is an actual conversation that occurred between them in Yuki's World. But symbolically, subtextually, they're talking about the decision to manifest their reality in the first place. Saving the Literature Club here is, for the characters, exactly what it sounds like; But for the audience, it stands in for creating this world.

Look at her.

Only a monster wouldn't want her to have this turkey. This is the greatest moment of her... six days of life.

[onlymurdersinthebuildingreblogs]

Season Four: Who is the Killer? (Episode Seven to Nine Update)

WARNING SPOILERS FOR ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING SEASON THREE FINALE AND SEASON FOUR!!!!!! INCLUDING THE KILLER! AVOID IF YOU ARE NOT THAT FAR INTO THE SERIES, IF YOU AREN'T YOU BETTER, IT IS SO GOOD!

Well, it seems that my theory that Sazz wasn't dead yet is wrong. The murderer cleaned up the scene. But I was right that she was writing with her own blood.

Murder Victim: Sazz Pataki

Cause of death: Sniper shot in the chest/Bloss loss (Body was incinerated)

Location of death: Charles Hayden-Savage's apartment

Suspects: (Crossed out if I have eliminated them as a suspect)

Joy Paine (Charles Hayden-Savage's ex-fiance) (Eliminated; Actress isn't appearing this season)

Scott Bakula (Dating Joy Paine now) (Eliminated; I didn't know he was a real person)

Cookie (Charles Hayden-Savage's ex-girlfriend who left him for Sazz; Sazz's now ex-girlfriend)

Jan (Charles Hayden-Savage's ex-girlfriend; Sazz's girlfriend; In prison for the murder of season one's victim, Tim Kono; Strike that, she escaped.)

Vince Fish (AKA Stink-Eye Joe; A very cheerful, socially awkward Arconian with back-and-forth pink eye

"The Sauce Family" (Inez, Alfonso, and Ana)

Rudy Thurman (Christmas-All-the-Time Guy) - Marshall states that the killer would have to be fit and Rudy is a fitness influencer.

Bev Melon

The Brother Sisters (Trina and Tawney Brothers) - They are the current suspect as of episode five, Adaptation but as we have two episodes left they may be a red herring. We usually don't figure out who the killer is until at least the end of the penultimate episode. But this is the current theory: One of the sisters took the shot and the other sister who is strong enough to briefly lift up Oliver, cleaned up the scene and dumped Sazz into the incinerator because she called Bev saying there was a problem with the movie. They are not the killers.

Marshall P. Pope (Suspect; Injected himself into investigation; Unassuming)

All of the Westies (We still have two episodes left, so it's probably not them. It's probably some other weird thing)

Notes I Think May Be Important:

Sazz was shot but her body was moved. (Once Upon a Time in the West)

Sazz has had multiple joins replaced by metal in Bulgaria. (Once Upon a Time in the West)

Sazz's body was incinerated (Once Upon a Time in the West)

Charles may have been the target as stated by Mabel and Oliver, she was shot in Charles' kitchen when she always dresses like Charles. (Gates of Heaven)

Sazz thought there was another murderer in the building (Gates of Heaven)

The owner of the apartment is "M. Dudenoff" is a professor who is conveniently out of town (Two for the Road)

Everyone in the West Tower seems to have ham radios and ham-centric things. (Two for the Road)

I may consider Eva Longoria a suspect based off on how she acted in Rudy's apartment.

Someone knew Howard was in the Dudenoff apartment and slipped a open audition flyer under the door and they knew he wouldn't be able to resist. (The Stuntman)

Why was Bev Melon at Sazz's stuntman dream place? (The Stuntman)

Bev thinks someone on the movie may have killed Sazz (Adaptation)

Marshall states that the killer would have to be fit if there was one. (Adaptation)

Charles thinks it may have been two people. One to make the shot and one to clean up. (Adaptation)

Zach and Glenn were shot, possibly mistaken for Oliver (Blow Up)

Who else died in the building? Was it Dudenoff? Because we haven't seen him in person. (Blow Up) (Yep, confirmed.)

The signatures for Dudenoff at the bodega don't match because it was all of the Westies (Valley of the Dolls)

The actors speculate that the killer has been after the trio since season one (Valley of the Dolls)

The Westies didn't kill Dudenoff, he committed suicide and requested that the Westies cash the checks so they wouldn't lose their apartments. (Lifeboat)

Sazz told Helga that her stuntman in Project Ronokonkama was harassing her and that he was going to be the death of her and it's credited as Glen Stubbins. (Lifeboat)

The Concussions Bartender claims that Sazz's original stuntperson on Project Ronokonkama had to be replaced with Glen and Sazz had to blackball the original stuntperson.

Glen is anxious to speak to the trio about the stuntperson.

Glen was smothered by a pillow in the hospital.

The stuntman stole Ron Howard's boots that have the same boot heels as the footprint on the radiator.

The stuntman's name is Rex Bailey who is actually Marshall P. Pope.

Sazz had already written the script for the "Only Murder in the Building" movie.

[code01746]

What do you think Cora would think of Law memorializing him all over his body, ship, crew? Would he find that obsessive or weird?

(apologies for the ramble; i get to your question eventually, i promiseーthis topic is actually really personal to me and makes me a bit upset).

　is this a popular take? because I’ve seen it several times now, and i just don’t understand what people are getting at. it genuinely kind of makes me upset because i feel like it’s coming from the perspective of people who have (fortunately) never experienced the unique kind of grief the death brings and are therefore judging how “messy” it can sometimes look.

sure, I suppose it’s “weird” in the sense that holding onto that kind of rage & guilt for literal years is unhealthy for your mental state (especially if that’s the last thing rosinante would have wanted for himーhe wanted to free him from doflamingo, not bind him to him via his rage)—but i’ve read multiple fics before where authors paint it as this… creepy, stalkerish thing? like it's helga's shrine to arnold in 'hey arnold!' or something? it’s not. It’s really not.  

(cw: death of a loved one).

when i was 22, a friend i knew since i was 2 (he was 2 years younger than me, so i literally knew him his entire life) passed away falling off a balcony. really traumatizing, really horrific—i genuinely have a fear of standing too close to balcony/banister railings now. i’ve had nightmares about it.

i keep his ‘in memory’ card and the funeral program his mother gave out at the service on a shelf in my closet so I see it every day when i get dressed or hang up laundry. i took several copies to ensure that i never lost them, and plan on putting them into a nicer shadowbox at some point (but have been too afraid to touch them because I don’t want to ‘ruin’ them). i still post birthday messages to his socials every year. i have old choral performances of his saved to my computer. i have a memorial tattoo.

if someone told me my way of remembering him was ‘creepy’ and ‘obsessive’ just because i think about him a lot or hold on to a lot of momentos, i think I genuinely might have a panic attack & burst into tears? this is all i’ve got left. he’s not here anymore; he was cremated so i don’t even have an actual grave i can go visit and have that connection. and i’m just… not allowed to have any of this because people on the outside think the way i express my grief is ‘too much’? i'd straight up just never speak to that person again.

ー.

so, no, i really don't think rosinante would be that off-put by the tattoos, or the jacket, or the jolly roger at all. if anything, he'd be honored that he made such an impression in this kid's life that he wanted to keep his memory alive like that.

he'd recognize they were separated in an extremely traumatizing wayーand adults have a hard time dealing with difficult emotions like grief, much less children & teenagers dealing with it. there was no way law wasn't going to be impacted by that, so he decided to redirect those things into something physical. tattoos. a custom jacket. a jolly roger. a special attack with his devil fruit. he turned that grief into something that guided him, and arguably gave him strength to keep going.

but also, not to mention, he's a doctor.

barring his jacket that literally has rosinante's codename on it, all of the heart motifs can just as easily hold a double meaning for law. he's literally called dr. heart stealer with a special move where he can detach your heart from your body and put it in a little cube. rosinante may have been a big part of the name & motif choices, but law clearly has other things in his life he connects the meaning of 'heart' to. it means a lot to him.

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so, no, i don't really find law's behavior that odd or 'obsessive' (except for his blind hatred of doflamingoーthat was clearly obsessive) and i doubt rosinante would, either. the grieving process is wholly unique to an individual, and some people just like to attach their grief to physical momentos that they can latch onto when they miss that person, or feel like they're losing focus.

i find it endearing. beautiful, even.

[nixiartz]

Rn im rewaching gravity falls and while waching it i thouth "hmm kinda wish someone drew helga and arnold as‐oh wait i can do that,so i did. :P

BONUS ART

IM CRYING I LOVE THEM SM (shortaki/fiddauthor are so adorble im crying)

Plus the bones part in the future <3

[msc-ddv-ss]

Character Request Sheet:

The list of all the characters I will write/take requests for:

Walt Disney Animated Movies:

Mickey Mouse and Friends:

Mickey Mouse

Donald Duck

Goofy

Minnie Mouse

Daisy Duck

Pluto

Pete

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs:

Snow White

The Evil Queen

The Seven Dwarfs

Pinocchio:

Pinocchio

Jiminy Cricket

Dumbo:

Dumbo

Timothy Q. Mouse

Bambi:

Bambi

Thumper

Flower

The Three Caballeros:

Panchito Pistoles

Jose Carioca

The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad:

Ichabod Crane

Mr. Toad

Cinderella:

Cinderella

Prince Charming

The Fairy Godmother

Alice in Wonderland:

Alice

The Mad Hatter

The Queen of Hearts

The Cheshire Cat

Peter Pan:

Peter Pan

Captain Hook

Tinkerbell

Wendy / John / Michael

Lady and the Tramp:

Lady

Tramp (Butch)

Sleeping Beauty:

Aurora

Prince Philip

Fauna / Flora / Merryweather

Maleficent

101 Dalmations:

Pongo

Perdita

Cruella De Vil

The Sword and The Stone:

Merlin

Wart (Arthur)

Madam Mim

The Jungle Book:

Baloo

Mowgli

Bagheera

King Louie

Shere Khan

The Aristocats:

Thomas O’Malley

Duchess

Marie / Toulouse / Berlioz

Robin Hood:

Robin Hood

Maid Marian

Little John

Prince John

Winnie the Pooh:

Winnie the Pooh

Christopher Robin

Tigger

Piglet

Eeyore

Rabbit

Kanga / Roo

Owl

The Rescuers:

Bernard

Miss Bianca

The Fox and The Hound:

Tod

Copper

The Black Cauldron:

Taran

Eilonwy

Fflewddur Fflam

Gurgi

The Horned King

The Great Mouse Detective:

Basil of Baker Street

Professor Ratigan

Oliver & Company:

Oliver

Dodger

Bill Cykes

The Little Mermaid:

Ariel

Prince Eric

Ursula

King Triton

Sebastian

Flounder

Beauty and The Beast:

Belle

The Beast

Gaston

Lumiere

Cogsworth

Aladdin:

Aladdin

Jasmine

The Genie

Jafar

The Nightmare Before Christmas:

Jack Skellington

Sally

Oogie Boogie

The Lion King:

Simba

Nala

Scar

Timon / Pumba

Rafiki

A Goofy Movie:

Goofy

Max Goof

Roxanne

Pocahontas:

Pocahontas

John Smith

Governor Ratcliffe

The Hunchback of Notre Dame:

Quasimodo

Esmeralda

Captain Phoebus

Claude Frollo

Hercules:

Hercules

Megara

Hades

Phil

Mulan:

Fa Mulan

Li Shang

Mushu

Shan Yu

Tarzan:

Tarzan

Jane

Clayton

The Emperor's New Groove:

Emperor Kuzco

Pacha

Yzma

Kronk

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Milo Thatch

Princess Kida

Commander Rourke

Helga Sinclair

Lilo & Stitch:

Stitch

Lilo Pelekai

Nani Pelekai

Jumba

Pleakley

Treasure Planet: (Please Gameloft, I'm begging you...)

Jim Hawkins

John Silver

Captain Amelia

Dr. Delbert Doppler

Brother Bear:

Kenai

Koda

Home on the Range:

Maggie

Mrs. Calloway

Grace

Alameda Slim

Chicken Little:

Chicken Little

Buck Cluck

Meet the Robinsons:

Lewis

Wilbur Robinson

The Bowler Hat Guy

Bolt:

Bolt

Mittens

Rhino

The Princess and The Frog:

Tiana

Prince Naveen

Dr. Facilier

Louis

Mama Odie

Tangled:

Rapunzel

Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert

Mother Gothel

Wreck-It Ralph:

Wreck-It Ralph

Vanellope Von Schweetz

Fix It Felix

Sergeant Calhoun

King Candy / Turbo

Frozen:

Anna

Elsa

Kristoff

Olaf

Hans

Big Hero 6:

Hiro Hamada

Baymax

Gogo

Wasabi

Honey Lemon

Fred

Zootopia:

Judy Hopps

Nick Wilde

Chief Bogo

Moana:

Moana

Maui

Raya and the Last Dragon:

Raya

Sisu

Namaari

Encanto:

Mirabel Madrigal

The Madrigal Family

Strange World:

Searcher Clade

Ethan Clade

Meridian Clade

Jaeger Clade

Splat

Wish:

Asha

Valentino

King Magnifico

Live Action Movies:

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swann

Hector Barbossa

Davy Jones

Enchanted:

Giselle

Robert Phillip

Prince Edward

Hocus Pocus:

Mary Sanderson

Sarah Sanderson

Winfred Sanderson

Pixar Movies:

Toy Story:

Woody

Buzz

Jessie

Bo Peep

Monsters Inc.:

James P. Sullivan

Mike Wazowski

Celia Mae

Randall Boggs

Boo

Finding Nemo:

Marlin

Nemo

Dory

Bruce

Hank

The Incredibles:

Mr Incredible

Elastigirl

Dash

Violet

Jack-Jack

Frozone

Syndrome

Edna Mode

Cars:

Lightning McQueen

Ratatouille:

Remy

Wall-E:

Wall-E

EVE

Up:

Carl Fredrickson

Russel

Dug

Kevin

Charles Muntz

Brave:

Merida

Coco:

Miguel Rivera

Hector Rivera

Mama Imelda Rivera

Ernesto De La Cruz

Onward:

Ian Lightfoot

Barley Lightfoot

Soul:

Joe Gardner

22

Luca:

Luca

Alberto

Giulia

Turning Red:

Meilin “Mei” Lee

Elemental:

Ember

Wade

Disney Television Animation Shows:

DuckTales:

Scrooge McDuck

Louie / Dewey / Huey Duck

Launchpad McQuack

Webby Vanderquack

Bentina Beakley

Phineas and Ferb:

Phineas Flynn

Ferb Fletcher

Candace Flynn

Perry the Platypus

Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Gravity Falls:

Dipper Pines

Mabel Pines

Grunkle Stan

Soos Ramirez

Wendy Corduroy

Bill Cipher

Amphibia:

Anne Boonchuy

Sprig Plantar

Polly Plantar

Hop Pop Plantar

Sasha Waybright

Marcy Wu

Owl House:

Luz Noceda

Edalyn Clawthorne

King Clawthorne

Amity Blight

Gus Porter

Willow Park

Hunter 

Hooty

(The list will be updated whenever any new films release, new characters release in Dreamlight Valley, and when I feel comfortable writing for some of the other shows)

[fanfic-inator795]

It’s 3 am, I can’t sleep both because I’m too awake and because my cat keeps getting in my face, and for whatever reason I’m in the mood to talk about my aromantic journey.

I’m not sure how many aros/allos had this experience, but I distinctly remember trying to force crushes as early as elementary school. I’d have no real reason why other than ‘hey, the girls in the cartoons I watch have crushes, so I should too. If Helga Pataki is out here daydreaming about her wedding, I should too!’

Never mind the fact that I barely even knew the boy I was drawing myself at the altar with, I just knew he was nice - and after a month AT MOST I’d just never talk to or think about him again. At that time I really was so much in my own world that I really did have one or two close friends and then a bunch of acquaintances because we had all went to the same elementary/middle school.

The closest thing I ever got to a ‘boyfriend’ of sorts was this guy in high school who was a year older than me. We were both in our school band’s brass section (different instruments tho, I can’t remember if he was trombone or tuba) and he was practically the definition of a safe guy.

Beyond the fact that we were both in band, we both liked cartoons and liked talking about cartoons. I even shared my fanfiction with him and he was always nice to me. We were good friends, and again with how many Friends to Lovers plots I saw on TV, I just had kind of a “yeah, if this happens I could live with it” mentality.

I told myself that I had a crush on him, but honestly I think I was just really happy to have a close friend. All our ‘dates’ were to the movies, but I always cared more about the movie itself and then talking about it with him afterwards (wasn’t that the whole point of going to the movies with someone, I wondered, completely missing and ignoring the OTHER point of movie dates)

We held hands once while watching one of our school’s musicals (couldn’t focus too much on whether or not I enjoyed it tho since I was suffering with a headache at the time. fucking Annie. Still hate those songs :P) I also remember him giving me these hugs that felt very long, and I remember asking my one friend if that seemed weird to her, not hating these hugs but not enjoying them as much as I probably should have either.

Things reached a culmination with prom. We had a two-hour late start on Valentine’s Day that year, and while I had bought him a Reese’s heart, I remember feeling nervous about possibly receiving some sort of grand prom-posal in return, and was relieved when the late start messed up his plans. I was already not feeling the whole prom thing, with my mom straight up telling me “if someone asks you, you’d better accept!” as a response. Sure enough, he asked me and I wasn’t sure how to say no.

Thankfully as I said, he was a truly nice guy, and when he saw my hesitation he suggested an alternative: a movie, supper at Applebee’s (aka the closest thing you get to fairly nice dining in a small Midwest town) and then the after-prom carnival. I instantly agreed. At the time I told myself the reason why I didn’t wanna go to actual prom was because I was shy, hadn’t had good experiences at other school dances and didn’t want to get all dressed up. All honest reasons that I’m sure did play a big part, but I think my unknown-at-the-time uncomfiness with personal romance also played a part.

Before then, I can remember pondering over my date-lessness, acknowledging how weird it probably was that I had never kissed anyone and how possible it was that I’d just stay a virgin… and those thoughts were just that, thoughts. No angsting, just a passing “yeah, I guess that is weird” and then moving on, never really feeling passionate enough or worried enough to properly dwell on it.

Anyway, as I said before, the most enjoyable and memorable part of my prom night was seeing Aardman’s “Pirates: Band of Misfits” (still a great movie). Afterwards, we continued hanging out until he graduated and went off to college, and while we hung out a couple more times after, it didn’t take us long to loose touch.

I remember the last time we hung out feeling so damn anxious and not really knowing why, to the point of nearly canceling our meet-up. Then we did meet up, we talked, had a chill and friendly time - and again, SUCH a relief without really knowing why.

My last real ‘experience’ with romance was in college with another ‘safe’ guy from one of my classes. I thought I liked him, he somehow noticed and asked. I said yes, he said he wasn’t interested in a relationship at the time, and i was just like “oh, okay, no worries”. And that was that, no second thoughts.

Outside of that, I explored my maybe-bisexuality through RPs with the person who had not only become my best friend (love you Tessa ^v^) but who first taught me what asexuality was. I came to a conclusion that ‘hey, I think I’d be okay with dating girls actually, cause girls are pretty and these girls I’ve been hanging out with during study abroad are really nice’. Again, when you grow up with 1-2 close friends AT MAX per grade/per school, genuine friendship seems like the biggest thing in the world (and tbh it is, at least to me but I’m sure not to others, not to the same extreme I mean).

I graduated college without ever having a boyfriend, a girlfriend or even a first kiss - and being pretty okay with that. I knew 100% at that point that I was a proud asexual who thought sex seemed sorta boring at best and gross/painful at worst, easily falling into the neutral/repulsed side of things. I kept using the bi label (and for what it’s worth, it still half-fits since, when it comes to the animated characters I’m attracted to, I’m still good with both) until a year or two ago when I fully accepted that I was likely somewhere on the aro spectrum as well - and much like when I realized I was ace, it suddenly made a lot of things make more sense.

So here I am, a happy ace/aro woman who gets to live with my best friend and our two cats - and after over 10 years of friendship (longest, most meaningful and least fairweather friendship I’ve ever had, next to the one I have with my brother) and about two years of getting to live with her and have fun with her and be there for her in all the ways she’s there for me - in all honesty, I truly can’t think of a better outcome ^v^

[perotovar]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 things you’ve written that you are most proud of/were the most challenging to write and share them here, then if you’re so inclined (no pressure) put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate everyone’s hard work 😘😘

ahh i did this a couple days ago, so i'll share some love for some other fics! i don't have many, but i'll do my best!!

thank you so much! <3

1. ásjá - a winter solstice story (pero tovar x ofc!helga) - i think i plug this more than anything else at this point lol but it's probably because it's 1) one of my only real oneshots and 2) means a LOT to me. it was a part of @hellishjoel 's winter celebration and i was so happy to show a different side to that time of year than the usual christmas fic. i'm really happy with how it turned out and i'd love to revisit them one day!

2. baby, i'm-a want you (javier peña x joel miller) - this is a series that's the perfect embodiment of "they're my barbies and i get to do whatever tf i want" lmao it's a silly concept, but i have my reasons for writing it the way that i have and i'm happy to go into those anytime. they're hot, what can i say?

3. given to fly (joel miller x tess servopoulos) - a little drabble that i think turned out better than i thought it would? angst isn't my strong suit, but i've loved this pairing for years so i think having as much experience with the two of them as i do helped in a lot of ways. i'd love to write more for them one of these days!

bonus: rebirth (javi gutierrez x f!reader) - i'm shouting out my lil genderfluid javi story because i feel bad leaving him all by himself :P it was written as a part of @romanarose 's pride event and i was SO nervous to publish this because the concept was so niche, but i figured fuck it, i can do what i want lol

[klutzymaiden123]

Snippet for Chapter 29, and the girls are giving Helga a hardtime for her crush on Arnold lol

“Nothing happened,” I lied and found myself searching a random corner to escape their gazes. “I just figured it would get you guys off my case if I accepted his request.”

Rhonda lifted her brow. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“You were only doing it, because you were thinking of us?”

“Yep.”

“And you weren’t, at all, doing it because of Arnold himself?”

“Nope,” I popped the ‘p’ there. Crossed my arms. Tried to look nonchalant.

Rhonda scoffed. “You’re such a liar.”

And I frowned. “I am not!”

“Yes, you are! A big, stinky liar!” she made a face. “It’s so obvious that you—”

“You should let us know when he messages you!” Lila interrupted and grabbed my hand. My gaze bounced to hers. “I know that boy like the back of my hand, I can help you formulate the perfect response that’ll get him thinking about you for weeks.”

I pressed my lips together. She looked at me, like it was simple, like it really was a possibility that could happen. Had happened. Him liking me. She genuinely wanted to help me. And I genuinely wanted her help. I was surprised to feel those words tangling in my throat—yes, please, anything, do you really think he could ever like me?

“Or—” Rhonda held up a finger. “She could send him a nude.”

“HUH?!”

“Oh, yeah, that could totally work!” Lila dropped my hand and beamed at Rhonda. “Obviously, with consent.”

“Duh,” Rhonda nodded then turned to me. “Oh, don’t look so surprised Helga—he’s a teenage boy! It’s not going to offend him or anything!”

“A straight teenage boy,” Lila added.

“I’m sorry, didn’t you make it a rule that we’re not allowed to message boys?”

“No. I’m making it a rule that we’re not messaging potential romantic and/or sexual partners,” Rhonda corrected me. “Not all of us are into men y’know, you homophobe.”

My jaw dropped.

“Hey, I’m into men,” Lila said. “Just not full time.”

“And I admire the multitasking, babe,” Rhonda gave her a grin, raising her wine glass, which I hadn’t even noticed she’d filled up again. “But back to your one and true love, Helga.”

That made me face palm.

“You could send him a picture in that lingerie he gave you!”

Rhonda, who had gone back to drinking said wine, promptly spat it out at Lila’s exclamation.

Phoebe’s jaw went slack.

And I wished that the ground would open up and swallow me and then, hopefully crush my bones into powder so I wouldn’t have to be here right now.

“Wha—”

“Helga,” Phoebe raised her eyebrows, genuinely stunned. “I hadn’t realised that you two had become so serious.”

“We’re not!”

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You can read the full fic here!