#her SISTER was a WITCH! RIGHT? ;; OOC

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Introduction Post

Have you ever wondered about the lore and history of Earthbread?

You cookies are such interesting creatures. The stories you tell, the lives you live, the ingredients in your dough, the secrets you hold dear... I must understand it all! And if you want to understand it as well, than stay here, and find the answers to your burning questions!

Oh, right. Cookies need to introduce themselves too-

Well there, reader, I'm Half-Moon Cookie, your lore keeper! I hold the awnsers to the Realm of Cookies! Think of me as a watcher. I watch the cookies and store the information about them in my archives. While I may not take part in the fun, I'm there in spirit!

As for my pronouns??? Anything! Be As creative as you want!

Also: Link to an archive that goes over Earthbread's history

//OOC under the cut, going over some character lore and rules for this blog

-Half-Moon Cookie isn't a cookie, but a witch who was so enamored by cookies that they learned a spell to make them one (kinda like the first cookies, but they know they're a witch), which is why she talks like that. They can still take the appearance of a witch if desired, but he prefers this form

-While this blog is made to talk about lore, a lot of it will be combined with theory (mostly about the timeline. This game's timeline of history events is so weird. It was literally made so I could ramble about Cookie Run without bothering my sister lol

-While Half-Moon Cookie is an adult (I think. Ik they're my OC, but I know as much about her as you do) , I am a minor, and this blog will not tolerate any asks that are explicitly sexual, gore related, or any NSFW. This blog has a soft PG13 rating (I say soft bcuz there's some swearing and maybe like 1 sex joke, but nothing hardcore)

-If I get something wrong, don't be afraid to correct me!

-Don't be shy to roleplay as your OCs in asks, it just adds to the fun

-This is a side blog. My main blog is @mintaikk , but I do warn you that that one is a bit more NSFW. I also have other rolpeplay accounts, but the ones I'm most active on are all pokemon related. @quillpokebiology , @pokemonpetfinder , and @historianofgalar . All of those ones are also PG

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Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC, Leah Clearwater x Witch!OC

Warnings: last chapter of this series, you have been warned, time jumps, new character introduced, never know how to finish stories 🙃, mentions of smoking, curses, magic user, may be ooc for felix and demetri?, denial of feelings, confessions, imprinting

Words: 4442

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Comical wasn't enough to describe the widening of Felix and Demetri's garnet eyes when they saw the sleeping Irina. They were even more unready for the numbers of the Denali clan, Cullens, and wolves all squished together in the living room. Now it was painfully clear that they were utterly outnumbered with just the two of them present. They lost whatever bit of color their faces possessed.

Especially when the witches naturally clump alongside Dieufel. Felix could taste the zing of their power in the air. It stung his nostrils and caused a fierce burn behind his eyes. Felix and Demetri must have never encountered so many witches before, if any.

Annalisse, Evita's mother, was quite the domineering presence despite the two Volturi members being the oldest in the room. She was unflinching but you got the feeling that she was more so annoyed about leaving her home. And it all seems to be focusing on a nervous-looking Evita.

Turned out that Evita hadn't exactly been telling the truth about her mother being aware of where she was. Evita's grandmother promised she wouldn't tell. After all, Annalisse was the one against Evita going out to avenge her sister's death. Late one night, Evita left home only telling her grandmother where she was going.

Anxiously tugging at the sleeves of her jacket, Evita flicks her gaze down to her shoes. Annalisse puffs out an irritated sigh before turning back to the black-clad figures. They were surrounded. Enemies all around and even waiting outside should they try to escape before coming to an agreement.

To maintain a semblance of authority, Felix curls his lips in a snarl toward her. "Do you know what you're doing here? When Aro-"

"I don't know who this Aro is. Your kind do little to scare me." Annalisse quips back and takes an aggressive step forward. "And you're not in the position to be making threats."

"She's right." Carlisle counters. "Especially when these witches have the ability to incapacitate us. The Volturi will no longer be terrorizing my family. We will continue to uphold our secret around humans, but other than that law, you will no longer govern us. The wolves are our friends and allies."

Demetri hisses and points an accusatory finger at Bella between Nadege and Evita. "We cannot ignore the fact that Miss Swan has gone back on her promise. It was the only reason we let her live."

"She's not just a human anymore." Nadege slyly grins. "She's one of us."

"Even worse." seethes Felix.

"I would never reveal anyone's secret." Bella insists, her voice unwavering and full of complete control. "I'll protect it til the day I die."

"This 'Volturi' doesn't get to police the world. Especially when they are so ignorant of how vast the world is." Annalisse folds her arms in front of her chest.

Eleazar, stepping away from his mate, stares at the two men he had worked with decades prior. "Felix. Demetri. This is not a hill you want to die on."

Appalled at the idea of defeat, Felix turns on Eleazar. "And what do you plan on doing with us if we refuse to take your demands to Aro? Are you really willing to kill us? The others will find out sooner or later. All of you will never be safe if you kill us. No matter how many other misfits you find, the Volturi will always have more members."

"We can rationally discuss this. There need not be casualties, Felix." Carlisle's tone was almost pleading. The good doctor despised violence unless it was absolutely necessary. And for his family, he would do anything to keep them safe.

Felix keeps his stare red against gold. "You know what happens to covens that try to defy us. Regardless, if Aro ends up agreeing to your demands, he'll never forgive you."

That was true.

Not having to read your mind to know you were anxious, you feel the tentative brush of Edward's fingers against your hand. You melt, your fingers weaving between his.

Annalisse's hum turns heads as she squeezes her way to an abandoned corner of the room. "Dieufel, this is your tool kit, yes?"

Still monitoring Irina, Dieufel momentarily lifts his head. "Yes, Señora."

"Evita, come here and help me."

Wordlessly, Evita obeys her mother and follows her to the corner.

Demetri positions himself for an attack. "What is she doing?"

You didn't even know what Annalisse had planned up her sleeve. Witches were unpredictable. The older woman was walking around the living room so nonchalant like she owned the place, humming as she came back to her previous position.

"Nadege, mija, can you get me samples from those two?" Annalisse doesn't even look at them, simply waving her hand in their general direction.

Felix and Demetri start to back up, wanting to get as far away from the witch as possible. They could smell the magic pumping in her very veins instead of blood. For a moment, Felix darts his eyes to the window in contemplation. The closest to the window were Rosalie and Esme. But even from where you stood, you could make out several familiar fuzzy shapes in the front yard. Your pack was waiting for the moment to tear them to shreds.

Seeming to understand Annalisse's intent, Nadege morphs into her hawk form, and with talons ready, she dives at Demetri first. Her talons dig in and rip a generous amount of hair from atop his head, causing the Volturi guard to yowl from the sharp pain blazing across his scalp. He lunges for her bird-form, but she's faster and is already on Felix's path. Emmett and Jasper subdue them so they don't interfere with Annalisse's spellwork. Eleazar, Carmen, Kate, and Tanya close in on them, forming a guard to prevent them from slipping out. They have no other allies but each other and are dramatically outnumbered.

All they could do was watch in frozen horror as Nadege dropped their hair into the older witch's hand.

It's tricky to decipher what ingredients she has in the small stone mortar. With your enhanced smelling capabilities, you can at least make out what smelled like an incredibly hot pepper. Nose wrinkly at the intense scent, you even feel Edward recoil slightly. Of the vampires in the room, while many could resist the stench by merely turning their heads away, some lifted their hands to shield their noses. Felix and Demetri nearly leap at Annalisse when she starts to advance toward them with her concoction in hand. Her free hand, being her left, waves over the top. Her lips were moving, but no words were coming out, yet they produced a reaction from her mortar. The contents hiss as a small trickle of smoke rises. That thin, gray line grows longer and longer until it seems to have a life of its own and strikes out at the Volturi members like a snake.

There's a split in its sleek body as two heads, each spitting vaporous venom that lands on them. More durable than the hardiest of diamonds, the skin starts sizzling where the venom spatters. This affected Demetri the most as he tried to shield Felix from the brunt of the attack. Doing little to protect Felix, even the drops that land on him, have a massive effect.

"WITCH!" Felix howls in anguish as a spray of venom finds a place on his face. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

Even the Denali members that had been standing behind them recoil in ashen dread. Carmen's hand goes up to her neck, and she has an anxious manner about what she is seeing. Tanya and Kate hover over Irina in a protective stance in case Annalisse's magic spreads to their unconscious sister. The power of witches proved to be truly terrifying. Never before had she seen a Volturi member so vulnerable at the hands of a human. Bella watches with morbid curiosity. She could potentially possess this type of power if she studied her craft hard.

"Ego is your venom," explains Annalisse, her eyes hooded as she regards the screaming vampires as they clutch the burns on their body. "Ego will be the Volturi's downfall. This curse will be a reminder of that. Anytime you desire to harm, the venom will rise to your skin and burn. Imagine what a handful of witches can do with this curse toward your coven."

Through his pain, Demetri seethes, "Are you threatening us?"

"No, it's a promise. You do not want to incur a witch's wrath. Nor would your coven. There are thousands of us out there in the world. Perhaps the next human victim you bring will be a witch and you would never even know until it was too late."

That statement alone sends shivers throughout the living room. Everyone was witness to the power that these outward-appearing mortals could have. Even Evita, who still had much to learn, could wield her magic effortlessly.

The smoke snakes dissipate, leaving Demetri and Felix panting for air they did not require. Their faces were gaunt, not used to experiencing such levels of pain. Scorch marks left on their skin from the curse slowly disappear until no sign remains of the wound incurred by Annalisse.

"We don't want any bloodshed." Carlisle quietly reminds them. "But we will fight back to protect our family. Witches and wolves alike."

There's an ominous howl outside, first a lone echo before the others join in. Piercing, primal, and impossibly loud. Behind Esme and Rosalie, the windowpanes tremble not from the wind but from the force of the sound itself.

Palpable hate radiates from Felix's face, his sharp white teeth baring, wanting nothing more than to sink them into Annalisse. They had only one choice but to concede defeat among so many enemies.

Shame fills his motions as Felix hangs his head. "What are we to say to Aro? You know he won't take this news well."

"Tell him whatever you need to to convince him that no action should be taken against us. Whether that be the truth or something else is up to you. But we'll be ready as a whole if Aro decides to exact his wrath." Eleazar stands by Carlisle. Having lived under the Volturi's roof for several decades, they knew what could happen.

Slowly, Felix's gaze shifts around the room. The coven presented to them was a conglomerate of vampires, wolves, and witches. All bearing down on them with unforgiving eyes. They could potentially prove to be the strongest coven in the world. The Volturi would be in big trouble if other vampire covens followed suit.

As Demetri and Felix leave the Cullen estate, your pack follows them until they're assured that both are out of the state of Washington. Waiting for an hour to make sure that they would not attempt re-entry.

You sat on the porch, gazing into the forest, feeling your pack near as they returned to their territory. The sun was slowly descending behind the tops of the trees, casting an orange hue over the sky.

So much anxiety over the past few months that you now find yourself exhausted as you lean your head against the porch's rails. Everything was finally settling in as the world calmed to a quiet lull, except for Annalisse scolding her daughter for all the stress she put her through. Evita takes the verbal abuse like a champ, quietly apologizing for running away. After all was said and done, Annalisse gathered Evita in her arms for a tight embrace. Ultimately, she missed her daughter terribly and didn't want to lose another daughter. You catch Jacob lingering a few feet away from the mother-daughter duo.

Footsteps behind you, you turn your head slightly and smile up at Edward. He takes up the spot next to you. "Do you think he'll tell her?"

"Probably. It might be his last chance to before they head back to Puerto Rico." You muse, enjoying how close he was to you. It felt natural.

Like that was how the two of you have always been.

"And Leah?"

You unintentionally groan. "That's a different story. I think she's still fighting against the imprinting."

His hand tentatively seeks you out again. You smile to yourself and close the distance. Edward grins. "Speaking of. . . we still have our first date to do."

Butterflies flurry in your tummy at the thought; Edward hears the rapid pickup of your heart and chuckles to himself. "Yes!" You squeeze his hand in your's and swear you could see pink dusting his cheeks.

"We will stay the night but go home in the morning." Annalisse huffs, pivoting on her heels to head back inside the Cullen house but stops midstep to smile softly at the scene before her. A vampire and a werewolf. Who would have thought.

They may look odd together, but their smiles are enough to scream out the sheer happiness that the two are experiencing.

Evita tracks her mom's gaze and smiles. "It's odd, isn't it, mama?" She'd become fast friends with the wolf pack and the Cullens and witnessed firsthand the anguish you went through from imprinting on a vampire.

"In a beautiful way." She agrees. Giving the top of her daughter's head a quick kiss, she excuses herself to hesitantly interrupt the happy couple so that she may reenter the house.

Evita watches as you and Edward make room for Annalisse to walk up the front steps and onto the porch. Both returned to their previous sitting arrangement. So close together that their arms were pressed against each other. You're a dark contrast compared to Edward.

When Evita notices Jacob standing nearby, she smiles. "Oh, hello, Jacob."

He towers over her, massive not just in height but muscle, too. Hard to remember that Jacob was still a teenager, much like herself. "Hey. . . You guys leaving?"

"Not until tomorrow. That curse took a lot of energy out of my mom. She's tired and needs rest." Evita hums. "I think we'll all sleep well tonight. Well, except for the vampires since they don't sleep at all."

"Can't say the same about Sam. He'll probably supervise the wards all night and ensure Felix and Demetri don't come back." Jacob felt like he could sleep for a straight month. But he couldn't go home until he told Evita. Sam gave him the green light to reveal the imprinting to her.

Evita has to crane her neck to look at him. "He's a good leader, your Sam."

Was the imprinting that made Evita look so beautiful in the orange filter of the lowering sun? Her freckles appeared perfectly scattered across the bridge of her nose before they fanned out across her cheeks. Even the scars on her face didn't deter from her loveliness. Jacob simply didn't know. Maybe he'd ask you later.

"I imprinted on you." He hurriedly spits out.

Her smile falls a bit out of confusion. "What was that?"

Gulping, Jacob nervously rubs the back of his neck before meeting her eyes again. "I imprinted on you. The first time I saw you in Sam's driveway. . ."

Dark green eyes widen in surprise. "Really?" Imprinting, as she'd learned, was incredibly important to the shapeshifters. She'd seen Sam and Emily and you and Edward. A sacred connection that tied two beings together.

She takes a step back to assess Jacob fully. Jacob stiffens slightly but awaits her reaction. He can't read her face as Evita keeps her expression neutral in thought.

"So. . . we're soulmates?" asks Evita. Taking a quick look over where Edward is now standing on the steps, holding his hand out to you to help you up. You're practically beaming with a love aura when you take his hand and let him pull you to your feet. Eyes of the deepest green return to Jacob's face.

He nods his head shyly. "I'm sorry. . ."

A short laugh is exhaled from her. "Sorry for what?"

"Imprinting on you. You didn't ask for this. You just came here to help us." Jacob knows he's rambling but can't do anything about the fluid stream that continues to run forth. He just has to make sure Evita doesn't hate his guts.

"Hey, it's okay." Her fingers were warm to the touch when she pressed them against his forearm. "You don't have a choice in it. I. . . feel a little honored, actually. It's supposed to be a good thing, right? When you find your imprintee, it means you've found the best person for you and the pack."

He's staring at her with such awe. "I'm not asking for anything more than to get to know you. We can go from there. If that's okay. I mean- if you're even slightly interested in me."

She's laughing again. "It would be stupid of me to pass up such a cute, sweet guy like you."

Jacob felt like he could fly. "Yeah?" He curses the tremble in his voice, which reveals how relieved he was to hear that.

"That is if you don't mind the long-distance thing."

Smiling, Jacob vociferously nods his head. "I can do that."

Sam's cabin was bursting at the seams, a wild party being held as a celebration of sorts. Many were sitting on the cabin's front porch, chatting without worrying about stray vamps invading Forks. Some, like Leah, were gathered around the firepit in Sam's backyard. The kitchen door that led out to the backyard was wide open so others could easily travel about. Leah makes out the figures of Alice, Esme, and Annalisse in the kitchen. Though she couldn't be seen, Leah could hear Carmen's loud laugh.

Around the fire, Bella is shown a quick-fire trick by Nadege and Evita (whom she notices sitting incredibly close to a goofy-looking Jacob). Colored her impressed, Bella wasn't as useless as Leah first assumed. Dare she even observe that Bella's smile was blindingly bright. The younger wolves crowd around Nadege. Still, love-sick pups swoon over her as she completely ignores them. Rosalie and Kate watch and are thoroughly hooked on Nadege's little show.

Leah could even hear Seth's voice, which was far away. He was laughing- a sound she hadn't heard since their father died. Smiling to herself, Leah returns to sipping her soda and focuses on what Nadege will do next.

That is until Dieufel quietly sits next to her. She tenses up, refusing to acknowledge how her entire being reacted to his mere presence.

He's smoking something that she can't quite decipher but it has her nose twitching at the soothing smell.

Dieufel unlatches his lips from the end of his cigarette and exhales a long stream of smoke that reminds her of Annalisse's cursed snakes. "I don't think we've been properly introduced." He calmly says, catching her entirely off guard. "Dieufel."

Her mouth feels uncomfortably dry. "I know."

"And you're Leah Clearwater." Damn, his charming smirk and damn imprinting. Leah's grip becomes tighter on her soda can. It slowly crunched and folded underneath her grasp. She can't look at him. He'd easily see right through her and know her dirty secret.

Remaining silent, Leah chooses to focus on Seth, who is on the other side of Bella; when had he wandered over? He's smiling and says something to the witch-in-training. Bella smiles over her shoulder at the younger Clearwater sibling.

That only seems to make him smile. "I've heard you're a hard one."

"Excuse me?" She abruptly snaps at him. He doesn't react. Simply amused by her.

"That's alright. I'm a patient man."

Her temper gets the best of her as she shoots to her feet, attracting the attention of others. "Just what the hell are you saying?!"

He stares at the others before they avert their gaze. Wise decision. Many had just witnessed hours ago how Dieufel incapacitated a vampire so easily.

A burn flashes across her cheeks as she storms past the backyard's perimeter and into the woods. Anything to get away from the situation before her. Only the sound of footsteps followed after her as she stopped dead in her tracks.

"What do you want from me?" She hisses, a defensive stance squaring her shoulders and preparing her for a fight. The only fight she was really worried about was the one going on inside of her. Every cell screamed at her to get closer to Dieufel, touch him, and inhale his scent.

Dieufel sighs and stomps out his cigarette. "I know about your imprinting. I've known far before arriving in Forks."

A raging blush consumes the entirety of her face as Leah clenches down on her back molars. "This whole time. . . you knew-" She cuts herself off.

He holds up his hands in a calming manner. "I figured you'd talk to me about it after the situation with the Volturi was dealt with. But it seems you plan to ignore it."

"Exactly. What's the point in talking about it anyway? You'll be going back home anyway."

"I don't have to go home anytime soon." Dieufel counters slyly, taking her by surprise. "I can stay here for a little bit longer. Only if you want me to."

"Why would I want you to stay here?" Part of Leah loathes how curt she was being toward him. It was her only sense of defense from what she was feeling. Dieufel was acting far too casually about the whole thing as if he'd accepted that he was her destined mate. "More importantly, why would you want to stay? You should be running back to wherever you're from!"

Walking up to her, Dieufel puts his hands in his pockets and cocks his head to one side. "I'm not scared of what Fate deems my path."

"Fate." Leah derisively snorts. "So you'll let Fate take away your freedom of choosing your partner? You're okay with that? Being tied to a complete stranger for the rest of your life? You have no idea what imprinting really entails, too. The pain that goes into it."

She could feel the sting of tears gathering on her lower lashes. Leah damns them and everything about being a wolf. Mentally, she's brought back to the day when Sam first became a wolf. How exciting it was. Until her cousin Emily came to Forks, everything went up in flames. Leah had lost everything and continued losing everything.

Now, her being a wolf was causing someone else to lose their freedom of choice.

"When I was little, I lived for being in the sky. Nothing was better than the freedom of taking to the air in my bird form. But I looked forward to sleep most of all as it took me to the most beautiful forest. I was still in bird form in those dreams but didn't want to leave the mossy forest floor. I always looked for a small, gray wolf that weaved through the trees." His voice is tender. "I don't think of this as my freedom being taken away from me, Leah. Nothing can do that if I view it as another adventure. I will push forward with this adventure, but only if you are. I won't stay where I'm not wanted. But I would stay for you. To get to know the woman I've been dreaming of since childhood."

Leah's hands are trembling from his words. She'd turned away from him when she felt the tears' betrayal. "You won't like me when you get to know me. There's nothing likable about me."

"I'd beg to differ. Your brother has nothing but good things to say about you. The younger wolves admire you for being strong despite your size. Even Sam-"

"Don't talk about him." Her tone was losing its original venom as she was emotionally tired out.

"Let me decide whether or not I'll like you once I get to know you." Dieufel insists.

"And if you don't? What if I do get attached to you, and then you decide you don't like the person I am? What then?"

"Do you intend to let this worry stop you from taking a risk?" Dieufel counters. "Will you continue to live in fear of the unknown?"

"I'm not afraid."

Goading her on, Dieufel grins. "Then prove it."

Huffing in indignation, Leah throws up her hands. "Fine then. Stay if you want. I don't care." She walks around Dieufel, ignoring how his smirk makes her heart skip a beat.

He follows her back to Sam's house, the atmosphere lighter around the two as Leah grudgingly tolerates his close presence. "I can tell you're going to be fun."

"Shut up."

"As my mate commands."

"Don't call me that! We're not mates yet."

"Yet?"

". . . God, you're annoying."

You and Edward left Sam's fairly early in the night. Walking hand in hand without a real destination.

Winding up at the shores of La Push's beach, the two of you make a cozy spot on the sand. He'd never been on the rez's beach. Being over 100 years old, Edward was still surprised by how many firsts he was experiencing this late in his life. For once, he was excited about his eternal life. Especially experiencing life with you.

There was still worry about the Volturi's wrath, but with everyone banded together, that fear was lessened to something that would be dealt with in the future. Together.

"If I drive, we can make it to Seattle in an hour. I read about a botanical garden that is highly rated." Edward was buzzing with date ideas.

"Ooh, that sounds perfect! They also have an art museum. I've only been there once, when I was little. I've always wanted to go back." You catch Edward staring at you. "W-What?"

Tentatively, he reaches up to caress the side of your cheek that had the scar given to you by the lechuza. You unashamedly lean into it. You weren't expecting Edward to lean forward and place the softest kiss on your lips.

When you gasp, he immediately pulls away. "I'm sorry. I should've asked. We haven't even been on a first date, and here I am-"

"Edward, it's okay. I think we're past any normal dating rules." You giggle, and emboldened by his kiss, you beckon his face back toward you to return the favor. He melts against you.

Nothing could take away this moment from you.

Finally, the song of your heart that Edward fell in love with was no longer a sad melody but one of uplifting joy. Edward vows that he'll keep your heart singing that tune for the rest of his life.

Thank you everyone for sticking around till the end :) I know I could have continued this, drawn it out longer, but i've been working on this for years. I suck at story endings so very sorry if the ending is anticlimatctic. Also sorry for taking forever with the ending of this.

If i get the itch to come back to this story maybe i'll do like a epilogue chapter of something like that.

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Always There - Chapter Two: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, mentions of death and murder, mentions of Azkaban, shittyly written angst, flashbacks,

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

Please let me know how I can improve my writing and being more inclusive to POC as I am whiter than white. Please also let me know if I have to add more to the warnings! My messages are open as well as my asks!

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Author's Note: Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 1994

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About a week after the two professors had fallen asleep whilst talking, everything was kind of normal. Y/N was actively avoiding Remus and Severus has been particularly rude to the new professor. Harry had finally taken to questioning his aunt about her strange behavior and Snape’s aggressive nature toward Remus. He had waited until after dinner, following her into the greenhouse.

“Aunt Y/N, Professor Lupin said he knew my parents. Did you know him too?” Harry asked, trying to mask his intentions.

“You just want to know why I avoid him, don’t you?” She sighed, looking her nephew in the eye.

“I can’t hide anything from you, can I?”

“You certainly cannot, my love. I know you too so I know you won’t leave me alone until I tell you or you pester Sev enough to tell you. Come sit with me, this is gonna be a longer talk than I want it to be but you deserve to know everything about the situation,” She explained. The two Potters entered her office and sat on the very same couch Minerva had spotted Y/N and Severus the week earlier. “We can start off with how I first met Remus. We met on platform 9 ¾ right before the train came, James was off with some of his friends…”

**

The platform was bustling with witches and wizards alike, the anticipation waiting for the Hogwarts Express was palpable. James was off chatting with Sirius and Y/N was sitting on the ground with her nose stuck in her herbology book. Her mind was racing because she was nervous about what house she would be put in, she was wondering who her professors were, if they were nice and so on. James promised her that all of the professors were nice, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Slughorn were some he mentioned by name. Although James had tried reassuring her, it didn’t do much to help ease her nerves.

“You’re James’ sister, right?” A voice came from her right, startling her slightly, “Sorry to frighten you, he has a picture of the two of you in our dorm so I thought I’d say hi. My name is Remus.”

“Like Remus and Romulus? That’s pretty cool. I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” She said. The two had begun chatting, talking about where they lived, what their families were like, Remus asked her what subject she was most excited to learn about and of course the young witch had said Herbology.  

Once the train had arrived, Remus and Y/N boarded together, talking all the while as they tried to find a compartment to sit in. The only empty one was in the back of the train so the two sat and talked the whole ride to Hogwarts, The conversation only pausing when the sweets trolley rolled by and when James and Sirius had popped in to say hello.

Their friendship only grew from there, Remus helping her study for DADA and History Of Magic and Y/N helping him study for Charms and Herbology. Once Remus had joined James, Sirius and Peter, the five wizards got up to lots of trouble. Although Y/N was a year younger than the other four, she was more than willing to help out with pranks. Her and Remus, however, were the only two that strayed away from bullying other students, especially Severus Snape.

**

“That was how Remus and I became friends, he was the fastest friend I had ever made. We talked for only like a minute and became friends right away. We got closer and closer as the years went on. I'll spare some details about our friendship because we got into some trouble or we would just hang out in the library reading or studying. Everything got rough once James and Lily were killed.”

**

Remus showed up to the destroyed house in Godric’s Hollow, Y/N outside of the fence with a crying Harry in her arms, Severus standing beside her, his cloak over her shoulders to keep her warm in the cold autumn air. 

“Y/N, is it true? He killed them?” Remus asked her.

“J-Jamie and Lils are dead, h-he tried t-to kill Harry but he s-survived somehow,” She stuttered out behind her tears. Severus excused himself so the two friends could talk things out.

“Peter is dead, Sirius was the one who sold them out, he murdered Peter and a dozen muggles,” He explained, “Listen, dove, I need to go, I’ll send you an owl okay?” She just nodded and watched him apparate away. 

She was left for a while to cry, until Severus showed up and escorted her elsewhere, somewhere she could be safe and warm with baby Harry. Somewhere she could escape the reality that faced her, she was alone with a child she didn’t know how to care for, a child that would be legend. A boy who lived, the only known survivor of the killing curse and the defeater of Lord Voldemort. 

**

“I know you like professor Lupin and I understand that, he's a great guy. He just left me at a time where I really needed him. We got into an argument last week and I’ve been avoiding him since,” Y/N explained, “I don’t want any of this to change the way you look at Lupin, he’s an incredibly smart man and an extremely talented wizard.”

Harry decided to let things go until winter came around. He had once again been attacked by a dementor, luckily Dumbledore stopped his fall before he hit the ground of the Quidditch pitch. Harry went to Remus for help but he was too weak at the time, after the break he was promised a lesson about patronuses, a way to keep himself safe from dementors. 

Harry had the wonderful idea to sneak around Hogsmeade with the invisibility cloak (even though he had permission to go), finding out from Minerva, after sneaking in behind her and the minister of magic, that Sirius Black was his godfather. Herminone and Ron helped Harry back to Hogwarts, where he sought out his aunt.This of course, was against the advice of Hermione who told him to just sleep it off and talk to her in the morning. He knew she was in the greenhouses, either tending to the plants or grading student papers. What he didn’t expect to find was her and the potions master laughing over tea. He stared at the pair, tears threatening to leave his eyes, the sense of betrayal weighed heavy on him.

“You knew,” He uttered. The two professors stopped laughing and turned to Harry, not expecting him to be in her office.

“What happened, my love? Why are you so upset?” Y/N asked, her voice laced with concern for her nephew.

“You knew,” He repeated.

“What are you talking about Harry? What did I know?” She was confused, she had never seen her nephew so distraught over something before, she wanted nothing but to help him with whatever he was dealing with.

“You knew that Sirius Black killed my parents! You knew that Sirius Black ratted them out to Voldemort! You knew Sirius Black! You know he’s my godfather! He was your friend!” Harry finally shouted at his aunt.

“There is no need to shout, Harry, come sit, let’s talk this out,” Y/N said calmly although deep down she too, was distraught. She had never wanted Harry to know about Sirius’ role in his life but somehow, he had found out.

“No, I want you to tell me right here! I don’t want to sit and talk!”

“That is no way to speak to your aunt, Harry,” Snape chimed in, upset with how the boy was screaming at his aunt, the woman who cared for him and loved him his whole life.

“You shut up, this has nothing to do with you!”

“Harry! Apologize to him right now!” Y/N scolded, the tension in the room was rising, she knew at any moment that Harry would snap and in turn so would Severus.

“NO! He has no right to be a part of this conversation! It’s between me and you!” Severus was about to go at the boy but once Y/N had laid her hand on his shoulder, he stopped short. The pair made eye contact, Severus knowing she wanted to handle this by herself so he excused himself to her office to get the potion ingredients he originally came to her for.

“I knew about Sirius being your godfather, yed. Of course I did, I’m your godmother, the two of us did everything for you until Sirius turned on us. He was your father’s best friend,” Y/N told her nephew.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry demanded the answer.

“I didn’t want you to know, you’ve dealt with enough in your life, I didn’t want to add another thing on top of it.”

“So you knew he sold out my parents to Voldemort?”

“Yes, I knew. Trust me Harry, I didn’t like it just as you don’t. I feel just as betrayed if not more because he was like a brother to us,” Y/N tried to explain, somehow keeping herself calm throughout the conversation even though she kept seeing the picture of her brother dead on the floor in her mind.

“You feel betrayed! You’ve lied to me my whole life! You never told me anything! Nothing about Professor Lupin, nothing about Sirius Black, nothing about Peter Pettigrew! Why?” Harry went back to shouting at his aunt, a glass next to her shattering to pieces.

“Because it hurts me Harry! It hurts to even think about it, let alone talk about it! Remus and Sirius were my brothers and they betrayed me! Peter at least died instead of betraying us, instead of leaving me! It pains me to talk about your father but I do it anyway, for you! Everything I do is for you Harry, don’t you realize that! You are the most important thing in my life! You expect me to just turn around and hurt you the way I got hurt once I learned about all of this!” She shouted back, the glass from some of her cabinets shattered as she shouted at the boy.

“If I’m the most important thing in your life, why lie? Why hide this from me!” Harry was now just looking for a fight, he was getting information out of his aunt by upsetting her so he continued to do it. 

“Because I love you! Because I care about you! You are my boy! You are like the son I never got to have! You are exactly like your father! Your father that I miss every single day because he was my best friend! You are the only family I have Harry James Potter! You are the only family I will ever have!” She had begun crying, wiping her tears as they came to try and appear like she was not crying even though Harry knew she was. 

“You’re not my mother! You will never be my mother!” Harry screamed at her, this caused the woman to burst into tears, Severus had come back into the room once he had heard her crying.

“That’s enough Harry, go back to your dormitory,” Severus said sternly.

“No!”

“Stop acting like a defiant child and do as I say. You’ve done enough, you wanted your answers, you got them. Now go!” The potion’s master was furious at the boy, he had never seen Harry act this way before, in all the years of knowing him, this had never happened. Harry had stormed out of the greenhouse leaving the two professors once again. The day had started off cheerful and happy and ended with Y/N in despair and spiraling due to not only her nephew but remembering what she had seen and the trials and tribulations she had gone through.

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[merrock]

event: Hallo-Week

location: all around Merrock

date & time: October 25 - November 3

ooc duration: same dates

It's time… to get your spook on! We know how much this town loves Halloween, so we've rounded up as many Merrockites as possible to get fun things happening in town, whether it be movies, spooky fun activities, party nights, or anything that your haunted little hearts desire.

Please note: for the kids, trick-or-treat will still be happening on Halloween (October 31st), so make sure that you have candy ready to go, to treat them right! Or else… you might find yourself getting a trick. You can go door to door, do the trunk-or-treat, or head to the nursing home to get candy!

Dive under the cut for a complete list of things happening in and around Merrock from October 25th until November 3rd, and have fun!

DOWNTOWN

bookends -- book sale on all horror novels

brownstone inne -- ghost stories in the hotel lobby (& refreshments)

cityview park -- pumpkin carving & painting contests, various craft stations set up (for adults and kids)

cobblestone cafe -- pumpkin spice everything

the holiday shoppe -- 50-75% off all Halloween decor

mack's -- special seasonal pumpkin menu

merrock railway -- haunted train ride

the mirage -- spooky karaoke in the speakeasy (come in costume!)

mods -- flash tattoos & face painting for kids

stubs -- nightly Halloween movies (see below!)

touchback -- spooky cocktails & drinks

town hall -- Halloween safety demonstrations

vibrations -- monster mash party night all week-long (come in costume!)

STUBS:

All movies will be available on the Stubs app, as well, for you to watch at home! There is a small charge for each film, but the money goes straight to the theater. Early films will play at 6PM, late at 9PM.

October 25 -- Casper, Friday the 13th.

October 26 -- Beetlejuice, Pet Sematary.

October 27 -- Addams Family, Nightmare on Elm Street.

October 28 -- Scooby Doo on Zombie Island, Psycho.

October 29 -- Nightmare Before Christmas, Scream.

October 30 -- It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown, Carrie.

October 31 -- Hocus Pocus, Halloween.

November 1 -- Coraline, Child's Play.

November 2 -- The Haunted Mansion, The Exorcist.

November 3 -- Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Craft.

ALSO AVAILABLE: Monster House, Halloweentown, Goosebumps, Practical Magic, Sleepy Hollow, What We Do in the Shadows, Ernest Scared Stupid, Scared Shrekless, The Witches, Death Becomes Her, Poltergeist, Happy Death Day, Jennifer's Body, The Crow, The Lost Boys, Rosemary's Baby, The Conjuring, The Invisible Man, Trick 'r Treat, Totally Killer + more.

COASTAL AREA

anchors away -- seasonal drinks and pumpkin beer

breathe in -- yoga & pilates with the Sanderson Sisters (come in costume!)

cassidy's candies -- mega discount on all Halloween candy

from brush to canvas -- autumn/Halloween paintings exhibited

the lighthouse -- ghost stories at the top of the lighthouse

the marina -- haunted boat rides (murder mystery style)

mawk tales -- seasonal spooky mocktails all week

sea breeze -- special Halloween flavors available

SUBURBS

aster playground -- pumpkin painting, various kids games set up

benny's -- massive Halloween decor & costume sale

children's museum -- various halloween-themed activities

community center -- costume closet open for takers

the creamery -- black & blue milks available, halloween ice creams

cul-de-sac diner -- halloween-themed meals (& specials for kids)

flour co. -- decorate your own pumpkin cookies

the fun spot -- horror skate nights (come in costume!)

the great escape -- horror escape rooms

memorial library -- spooky story reads, horror book displays

pinecrest cemetery -- cemetery tours (not haunted; respectful)

treasure chest -- 50% off all fall and Halloween decor

COUNTRYSIDE

the barn at lake malory -- haunted houses; family friendly (for kids & easily scared adults who want to take it easy), supernatural/fantasy (medium), slasher (scary).

handpick'd -- specials on seasonal wines

harmony ranch -- haunted hay ride & corn maze

hideaway market -- trunk or treat sponsored by takato's (come in costume!)

lavender lane -- pumpkin, mums & fall favorites on deep discount

little chapel -- ghost stories (with surprise haunting)

north shore -- trick-or-treating with senior citizens (come in costume!)

paradise gardens -- seasonal fall/halloween displays

pet haven -- free treat to all pets that show up in costumes

pine grove gardens -- true merrock horror / scary stories

state park -- spooky walks along the trails (very kid friendly)

the wheel -- 50% off all halloween related items

ADMIN NOTES: have at it! If you want to post costumes, they can be done any time through the week, whether you're partying at Evolution, dressing up to work at your business, or just want to get spiffed up for actual Halloween. Please tag them with #merrockfashion. Socials can be tagged with #merrocksocial, as well. Please do remember to tag anything with trigger warnings if it veers into triggering things, such as excessive blood! You can do other things for Hallo-Week, like having a slumber party and watching movies at home with your bestie, roasting pumpkin seeds, going out to toilet paper someone's house (please have permission), this is the perfect time to just have fun with anything that has to do with Halloween! <3

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FFXXIV Directory - Ley Qunya

Art by @minoruru

Roleplay and Inspiration Blog for Ley Qunya, FFXIV RP character on Balmung (Crystal). Most things are queued. Occasionally NSFW.

Ley is the reclusive and somewhat aloof owner of Spell Bound, a small bookstore specializing in rare, powerful, or lost tomes, for those who know where to look for it.

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Name: Ley Qunya

Age: Unspecified Adult

Nameday: 16th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon

Race: Miqo'te (Keeper of the Moon)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Demi Bi (Polyamorous)

Relationship Status: It's Complicated

Server: Balmung

IC Jobs: Scholar, Summoner, Dancer

Art by @the-sycophant

Appearance: Ley is a fairly unremarkable Miqo'te, aside from the fact that she is nearly all grey. Her hair is well cared for, long and silky and cut in a straight line across her back, the silvery tone nearly identical to her skin. Paler clan markings flow across her body and marks her face, along with a small teardrop shape at her forehead.

Eyes: Grey

Favored Clothing Style: Ley's clothing preferences falls somewhere between Hobo Wild Witch and Dark Academia Prodigy.

Common Accessories: She almost always carries a tome tied to her belt.

Profession:  Rare book dealer. Author.

Hobbies: Perhaps unsurprisingly, Ley reads a lot. What may be less expected is that in her spare time, she finds a decent amount of guilty pleasure in reading romance novels, preferably with an adventure spin. She also plays the cello.

Residence: Gridania, though she spends a decent amount of time traveling

Birthplace: The Black Shroud

Patron Deity: Menphina, the Lover

Spouse: No. Marriage is not a part of her culture and while relationships are not out of the realm of possibility to her, she values her independence and mostly solitary lifestyle too much to give it up.

Children: None, and no plans for that to change.

Parents: She doesn't know her father, but she grew up in a small family clan with her mother and a couple of aunts, who co-parented all the children.

Siblings: Ley has several sisters, and while they don't always see each other a lot, it's not uncommon for them to check in on each other once in a while. She also has a brother she has not seen since he became an adult and left their clan.

Other Relatives: A bunch of cousins she also grew up with.

Pets: While not exactly a pet, Ley is often accompanied by a small faerie named Nox, and a Carbuncle. She also has a silvery Chocobo named Andraste.

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Smoking Habit: None

Drugs: It depends. Not regularly, but she can enjoy certain kinds of drugs.

Alcohol: Rarely.

Spell Bound: Ley runs a small bookstore called Spell Bound, specializing in rare and sometimes dangerous (and sometimes illegal) books, tomes, and grimoires. Appointment required.

Forged in Ink: Ley is a fairly decent forger of books and documents if she can be convinced to take on the work

Wild Steps: Ley's tribe traveled heavily through the Black Shroud, and traded with other Keeper tribes. She may be familiar to other Keepers of the Moon.

I am generally open to RP and connections, but I work a lot so I'm not always around. Contact me here on tumblr or find me in game is the best bet.

I do have a Discord and I do RP on it. I don’t give that information out right away though. I’d like to interact in game or through tumblr a few times before I feel comfortable giving that information out.

Player is +30. I am open to most kind types of RP, but please don't expect immediate romance, Ley is a pretty reserved character.

[mara-the-witch]

"I be the witch of the woods...okay, more like witch of the abbey, but it just doesn't ring as nice."

Oh, hey there! I'm Mara - Lilith devotee, a ghouls' favorite nuisance, and the alleged Abbey Witch...though personally I think Papa Primo held that honor before me. Anywho, if you need help with spells, snacks, and sass then I'm your gal!

Some fun little facts about me:

My 'specialties' are elemental manipulation, and the abjuration and necromantic classes of spell-casting (technically, I'm still newer to the latter, but I guess I'm good enough at it to earn recognition around here)

I'm the younger sister of the ghoul known as 'Alpha', but back when he was human his name was Tristan

When I'm not hanging around with the Pappies or ghouls you can usually find me at the abbey orphanage hosting DnD :)

I'm a Scorpio sun sign

Little Bit of OC Backstory

I designed Mara as an OC to go alongside a Terzo fanfic I'm writing (though the writing is more mental than physical...whoops), so if anything seems a bit bizarre of OOC of how others can view the Papas and such, that would be why.

Mara was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in her early teen years and sent to (basically die in) hospice from her mother. During her stay is when her older brother dies, and is summoned by Papa some years later. Canonically, he's about 10 years her senior

She isn't a natural witch - Her powers were a gift from the goddess Lilith, who is now her main patron deity of worship. She's also the reason why Mara is alive, and a major part of Mara's cancer recovery

During Mara's stay in hospice she befriended another witch named Beth. Beth was a green witch who also mastered in divination, using tarot cards and tea leaves as her main source of insight

She's had run-ins with hunters of the supernatural, as well as associates still connected to the famous underground hunting network known as the Men Of Letters, and she miiiiight have stolen a few magickal and Satanic artifacts from their RI chapter house :)

Some of Mara's spells are actually based on Dungeons and Dragons spells, as that's what her brother and his friends used to play with her when they were younger, such as her 'faerie lights' and 'bloom lights', which is basically the dancing lights cantrip, and wither and bloom, which is an actual spell in DnD 5e; Mara's version has thorned vines that sprout and entrap the enemy or prey, cutting them deep and seeping their blood, tranfusing it into Mara instead. The transfusion provides healing when needed, as well as a boost in vitality and strength, as well as magickal power. It's not a permanent thing, though

About the Mun!

Hello!! My name here is Crow or Ris, or crows-caw-witch (that's my main blog name), and I myself am a real life practicing witch :) Like my character I do honor Lilith, however my matron deities are The Morrigan and Hekate. I work with tarot a lot, and do some minor candle magicks as well.

I'm (clearly) very into music and writing (though I'm not good at it), and I wrote Mara to fit into my Ghostverse, as well as the Supernatural universe (like the TV show). Now, I am still on the newer side of being a Ghost fan, and the lore is something I still struggle a bit with, so please bare with me if things seems odd or 'incorrect'; this is all just fiction RP after all 😁

I do work a full time job, and though I'm not particularly social, especially physically, I do have a fiance who loves to go out and about, and spend time with me when we have the time to spend, so right off the bat I would like to apologize for replies that take some time. I do appreciate every interaction and all feedback I get! Also, I'm awkward AF, and I'd like to say sorry for that too 😅

One last thing: This is an 18+ blog, so please if you are a minor do not interact!! I'm a woman in my 30s and, knowing the fandoms I'm a part of, I'm sure there's going to be adult content, whether in language, violence, or sexual content. And even though I may write smut, I'm still a bit awkward RPing it, so again bare with me if I decline details or flat out refuse it. This ties into the whole "I'm an awkward turtle" thing I mentioned before.

This is an LGBQT+ Safe Space!!!

Intolerance of anyone based on sexual orientation, preference, and/or identity of any kind will NOT be tolerated.

Intolerance of anyone based on gender identity of any kind will NOT be tolerated.

Intolerance of anyone based on ethnicity, race, or culture of any kind will NOT be tolerated.

If I see it, I'll block the perp. Plain and simple. In this house we fucking STAN our alphabet Mafia and worldwide cultures and ethnicities. If you don't like it, let the door hit you on the way out.

[therealsheriff]

Feed me promises, keep my heart well

I'll sing you songs until the darkness does recede... //OOC HI THERE! This is an ESMP2 RP blog! its an RP group I started hehehe dm me for details/if u wanna join! oh, and this is castor! u aren't getting my main blog hehe(I have a lot of fandoms, I know) Mod speaks in bold, small and orange (example) Jimmy speaks in italic and orange (example) i have a lot of Jimmy headcanons, but heh, this isn't lore heavy, so WOMP WOMP u don't get them! /silly @gemofdawn "One of my closest friends!" @totally-human-mayor "My sister! Well, not actually, but it feels right to call her that :)" @the-great-witch-shelby "The local witch! Used to be a criminal, but shes a lot better now!" @im-to-dye-for "AAAHHHH SCOTT <333 MY LOVELY BOYFRIEND <333333" @princess-of-glimmergrove "Katherine!! My gossip partner, but don't tell anyone you heard that!" @fwhipunderthefloorboards "Fwhip. My former deputy, and now he's a criminal." ...But if in the end I lose my voice,

Will you forget about your love for me?

[bothsidesofaquestion]

If you could develop your own canon storyline with Kurt, what would it be and why? How would you want it to affect the character going forward in terms of his legacy in Marvel Comics?

And also: GIVE US YOUR BAMF HEADCANONS.

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::ooc:: I don't think I'd change it drastically, mostly his past; probably the circus background cause I've always found it confusing. I need to sit and think of a proper timeline cause you know how Marble is with those and all these countless retcons.

I'd write him pagan, Margali is a witch and she wouldn't hide it from her family, in my head that makes no sense. He certainly would have a little knowledge ( not as much as Margali and Jimaine though ) and obviously, Jimaine is just a sister. I believe she'd try to kick his ass along with Margali after finding out he killed Stefan.

And Stefan's death? He didn't unintentionally kill him (to align it with my main/default verse); it was completely on purpose and that's something that always torments Kurt no matter how justified it is.

Kurt becomes catholic in his late teens and that's thanks to father Wagner (I have a lot to explain about this part of his life tbh) and that's how he adopts that last name. He was previously Kurt Szardos.

Aaaand... I'm going to stop right here cause I'd write pages of what I'd like to do, I've put a a lot of thought over this for decades.

Most of the things I'd change would be to make more sense, I don't really dislike any of Kurt's background besides The Draco and that's mostly because of what Chuck Austen did however... These things are part of him, even his death so, i'd probably just re-write here and there to make it more cohesive and I'd obviously add Raven and Irene.

I've always considered him the underdog despite being a well known loved character and honestly? I like that for him so, I would and want to keep his legacy. He represents something important that other mutants won't and will never because of his physical appeareance.

Now, regading the Bamfs, I do have a few headcanons, I'm linking them here :) [1] & [2] and, I don't mention this often but I have it in my muse page, Kurt is sans bamfs in my main/default verse and I'll aways write him lbamfless unless they're requested so, if someone replies to me and adds/mention the bamfs I'd go along with the flow but I think it's important to mention this, to clear things up cause I'd love for my verses to be acknowledged by my rp partners.

[lilingtheda]

Today, I wish to introduce me and my twin sister, Roya. Starting with myself.

I go by Li Ling, Chinese name that was given to me all of my life. I, an angelic maiden of creativity. With my magic paint brush, I can create a lot of items that are both wanted and needed, and my dear host, Mythra can use it as well. We can bond each other so she can become even stronger, and the others can do it as well.☺️

I enjoy many things, even things that I've never seen before. I love seeing new things created by the world around me. Also, I enjoy a nice cup of tea. Milk tea, iced tea, hot tea, and more. I even-

Roya: You can also be a huge simp for large men.😏

Me: !!! 😱 ROYA!!! WHY DID YOU SAY THAT!? 😠

Roya: Aw, come on sis. This may be your blog, but it wouldn't be as interesting if I were to introduce myself instead, right?

Me: ... Is that why you said that about me?

Roya: Hehehe... Yup. 😏

Me: ...*Sigh* Fine. You can introduce yourself.

Roya: Haha! Yes! Now, how should I introduce myself?

*Claps her hands* Ok. Hey y'all. The name's Roya, the demonic thoughts of the dark side of the Dream Reaper herself, and Li Ling's twin sister. Yes, I may be an angel, and we may not look alike, but we truly are sisters. I can also create things, but mine are a little more different. Most things that I can create would be represented by the dark side of the mind, it can be dark and very twisted, like a chainsaw or a pack of savage imps. 😈 And yes, I can also bond with OUR host, Mythra. She can use the powers as well, but she mostly uses our for parkouring and attacking her enemies as tough as she can.

I tend to enjoy many things, but they're mostly things that most people would consider "Fetishes" or "Inappropriate". And sure, they can, but I enjoy them, and others do too, so I'm not hurting anyone. Especially I-

Me: You love a certain Umbra Witch with guns for heels.

Roya: !!! LI LING WTF!?!?!

Me: Hmph. You interrupted me, so it should be fair that I do it too.

Roya: ...You b*tch.

Me: HEY! LANGUAGE!!! 😡🖌️

Roya: ! NOPE!!! 🏃‍♀️💨

(OOC: Yes. Both of these two represent me, and I have a couple more to name. And Roya has a blog as well, though nothing has been posted yet, and it's content is made for people over 18 for reasons. You can check out Roya's blog and my blog as long as you want. Just make sure you're 18 if you want to see the stuff on Roya's content 😅)

[the-institute-promos]

➤ OPEN CHARACTER: MING-HUA, 28, PROFESSOR, WITCH

FULL NAME: Han Ming-hua NICKNAME(S): Up to player PRONOUNS: She/Her BIRTHDAY: September 7 AGE: 28 STATUS: Professor SUBJECT: Mathematics SPECIES: Witch SPECIAL POWERS: Typical of species, specializes in elemental magic SEXUALITY: Up to player I AM A: Up to player I WANT A: Up to player TURN-ONS: Up to player TURN-OFFS: Up to player

➤ BIOGRAPHY

As personal stories go, Ming-hau’s is rather unremarkable. She is the youngest daughter of six, coming along unexpectedly. And that was the last surprising thing she accomplished, at least according to her parents, grandparents, and five older sisters. In a family where magical ability ran strong, Ming-hua never seemed to manage anything more than adequate at best. At least as far as her family thought. Realizing at an early age that no matter what standard she met in her family’s estimation, they would never been satisfied. She had watched her older sisters strive to meet the exacting expectations and had listened to each of them cry in the dark of the night any time they failed. It was enough to inspire the young Ming-hua to refuse to attempt the obstacle course that was acceptance in her family. Upon her graduation from high school, she further flaunted her family’s wishes by obtaining her degrees in Mathematics and teaching credentials aside. It was as she was nearing completion of her accreditation courses that she learned of The Institute and the openings in their teaching staff. While the social dynamics do not interest her overly much, the idea that as a witch she would be surrounded by like souls held a great deal of appeal. Wasting no time, she adjusted her classes and testing to accommodate university level courses and once completed, sent her application into the administration of the school.

➤ PERSONALITY

✚ Determined, adaptable, attentive ▬ Guarded, arrogant, insecure

➤ ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

None

➤ FACE CLAIM & OOC INFO

Ming-hua’s faceclaim is Arden Cho. // Could Ming-hua be right for you?

Bio written by Lo.

The Institute - Plot - Rules - Ask - Apply

The Institute is a supernatural master/slave roleplay established in 2015, set at a prestigious university on a tropical island--a prestigious university with some dark secrets.

Our long-term NPC headmaster has just been killed, and we are rolling out big IC changes--new worldbuilding, new in character rules, new locations, and new open characters! Join us today to be part of our revamp!

CURRENT BANS: NONE

[valorshwn]

but that video of those two guys arguing about the wizard of oz lowkey gives me some faramir getting really heated in an argument vibes

[storytell]

hey, guys. just letting you all know i may have to start working on a new blog soon; if you’re not up to speed, tumblr has been doing weird tthings to my blog like deleting all of my sideblogs, giving me phantom notifications for sideblogs i do not have anymore, etc.

now i’ve actually discovered that most messages people try to send me and messages i try to send others aren’t going through, which is a HUGE detriment to my approachability on the blog. i’m thinking i might really have to move.

[novemberthecatadmirer]

CAUTION: extremely OOC horrible doomed ship

So yeah I do ship consensual Aredhel/Eol. Which means horribly ooc headcanons miles away from actual canon

Because I think it's more interesting that way

(That's a cursed sank ship)

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The idea of two social outcasts from different cultures each exiled themselves from their safe & prospering cities met each other in the wild. Yet Love itself is not enough. Two people cannot live forever in a dark forest blissfully away from all the troubles of the outside world and all the troubles they carried themselves.

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The way I ooc-headcanon characters:

Aredhel: Bad Boi TM, boundary what boundary, run away with me to a grand life-changing road trip, honey this mushroom is amazing it made me see Lady Nessa dancing for 3 days

Eol: the local mentally-instable witch hiding in the woods, would love to stay alone making sharp things thank you very much, for fuck's sake that mushroom is poisonous how did you survive

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I think Sindar elves in Doriath had really different words to say about their relationship... Something like "This suspicious Noldor woman came out of nowhere and ignored each and every layers of stranger-repellent enchantment and broke right into our best sword-smith's house. Then our lord who vocally hated Noldor kinslayers is now living with this sister of kinslayer (possibly a kinslayer herself!) and having picnics-under-stars. WTF is there some wicked Valinor enchantment going on with our poor mentally-vulnerable smith or something."

Ah also "Why the fuck is she dressed in all white also there's suspiciously few stain for a traveler. That's a trap right there"

Then one day they just disappeared to the north! Like, the whole political disaster for Thingol. Asked Fingolfin and the Noldor king knew nothing heard nothing. Defection? Abduction? Assassination?

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(Somehow I headcanon Aredhel to be like... the Sun. So many people looked at her and wanted to be picked by her. Especially the broken ones, who believed they could be fixed by her light. But she fixed no one; she burnt stuff. Like Silmaril but more lively and more aggressive)

[thebigsl33p]

Dream's Moving Castle.

Chapter One

A/N: Hi! First chapter of this How's Moving Castle AU! This is a HOWLS MOVING CASTLE AU! MORPHEUS IS OOC, BECAUSE HIS CHARACTER IS HOWL. However I made some changes, use of Sandman characters as film characters etcetera. My Comments do not work, but please let me know if something is wrong!! I will add a link when you can find this on Ao3, I do taglists!

Word Count: 1.2K

Market Chipping was always such a busy, complicated place, and Y/N always felt like such a small simple part of it.

The woman loved her city and the festivals it held, the celebrations of spring and the spirits. It was a bright town, with a spectrum of colours decorating the streets and was always filled with well-dressed gentlemen and ladies. The height of its problems were the witches and wizards who prowled the fields and forests which surrounded it, but they tended to keep away from crowded areas, and the neighbouring town which was struggling with politics and their monarch.

But the people of Market Chipping were content.

Y/N made a living through her father’s hat shop, which she had inherited upon his passing, with her mother going to live in one of the big cities and her sister, Rose, working in a fancy bakery uptown. The hat shop was lovely and quaint with a steady supply of local customers, and enough employees that all the workload didn’t fall on Y/N, despite her quiet enthusiasm towards hat making. Although the truth was that she didn’t have many friends and often struggled to get along with the girls who worked in the shop, despite how they asked her out with them every time.

The hat shop was glorious and small. The face was majority glass so from the outside you could see all the hats and posh interior, as well as the floral displays. It was decorated in themes of greens and gold with the multi-coloured hats giving it some energy, and in the back was a workshop, plain and wooden except for all the work materials and feathers. However, Y/N had her own workspace, a little workbench tucked into a small room to the side, with a window right by where she worked and her materials arranged how she liked and knew them. She kept finished projects on a little shelf overhead where people could come and collect them.

From her window, she could see a lot of little Market Chipping, the steam train that ran through the town and the farmer’s fields afterwards which stretched as far as the eye could see.

Our story starts on a lovely spring day, with the hot sun but cool air. Soldiers have returned from their journeys for spring, and so the streets of Market Chipping are filled with singing and dancing and food and laughter. And still, despite the celebrations, Y/N works in her little room, sewing colourful feathers into a hat, and adding floral decorations and beads. She gets lost for a little bit, staring out the window at the fields, what people call “The Waste”. It is truly a beautiful sight on a day like this, but her thoughts are disrupted by three things:

She had carelessly pricked her finger with the needle, jabbing herself right on the corner of her finger and she can see the slight swell of blood. She raises it to her mouth and gently cleans it.

There’s something moving in The Waste. Something big and filled with grandeur, that shuffles and creaks as it goes, releasing steam and fire from its multitude of pipes. She knows this creation; it’s Dream’s castle. Dream, a renowned wizard who was said to eat the hearts of pretty, youthful, girls. Apparently, some form of a heartthrob.

The girls, who seconds later spotted Dream’s castle, moving across the fields, had run to the window with screams of delight, fantasy and false terror. Jests of “he would never eat your heart” and “did you hear about Martha from the town over?” Filling the air.

Gently Y/N poked her head up with slight curiosity but didn’t stop working.

And then, as the girls were closing up and preparing to go for lunch, there was someone at her workspace, leaning on the doorframe. Another girl, who Y/N knew by the name of Daisy, standing there with her bag in her hand, over jacket on and a hat on her head, “Y/N, we just closed the shop. You’ve done enough work. Why don’t you come out with us this time?”

Y/N looks down at the hat in her hands and the girl in the doorway, the girls giggling behind her, “No, I better finish this. You go and have fun.” she nods.

Daisy offers her a kind and understanding smile, before shrugging, “Alright, suit yourself.” And then she turns to the room of gossiping women, “Let’s go girls!”

The women giggle and laugh and chatter about Dream and whether or not he’ll come for them, and Y/N watches from her window as his mechanical castle disappears into a soft, oncoming, rolling, mist.

She spends the next half hour finishing up her hat, adding the final touches before tucking it safely into a box, tying a bow and placing it on her shelf. And then she grabs her own coat, turns off all the lights and locks the shop up for good. She steps into the bustling streets and easily slips through the crowds of celebrating and joyous people, before turning down a quiet and easier alleyway. Y/N is going to visit her sister, Rose, at her job. It’s a busy day with all the soldiers back in town but she won’t let that stop her.

The first couple of minutes of the walk are nice and peaceful, she keeps her head down and no one who passes her takes any notice. She sees the backs of colourful and loved houses, with washing and plants hanging out the windows, housecats which cross between the open doorways. But her peace is disrupted the moment she steps through an archway.

There are two soldiers, both young, standing on either side of the alleway and the moment they see her, their eyes light up and they begin to smile. The youngest of the two, steps forward and nudges his buddy before blocking Y/N’s path, “Hey, looks like a little mouse lost its way.” he taunts.

The hatmaker shakes her head furiously, fear creeping up inside her, “Oh no, I’m not lost.” she’s trying her best to be polite in the hopes that if she doesn’t enrage or upset these men they won’t do anything to her.

“This little mouse looks thirsty.” The second soldier, a man with a thin layer of hair on his top lip, grins, “We should take her for a cup of tea.”

She shakes her head again, eyes going wide and she stumbles back, “No thanks, my sister’s expecting me.”

“She’s pretty cute for a mouse.”

“How old are you anyway?”

“You live around here?”

The best she can muster against the questions is a quiet and panicked, “Leave me alone.”

They continue: “You see? Your moustache scares off all the girls.”

“She’s even cuter when she’s scared.”

She’s cornered now, shaking slightly and still moving her head in defiance.

And then she feels a hand on her shoulder - someone behind her - pulling her close to them and keeping her stable, not touching her any further.

And a voice, deep and powerful, “There you are sweetheart.” Y/N looks to her side and sees a man with dark messy hair, dark eyes and pale skin. He’s dressed in fancy shirts and jewellery, but on his shoulders is a big black coat. He meets her eyes and sees the stars flash in them, before he grins at her, “Sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”

People Who I thought might appreciate being tagged (sorry if not):

@midnightr0in @writing-fanics @absurd-raven

[chuuyrr]

hey chu i just read the scenario where bebe fushiguiro has a crush on akutawaba and let me tell you that i think all your followers would love a version of this with chuuya (i would also love to read chuuya's version ♥)

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader has a crush on chuuya

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs, soft! chuuya & dazai content, jealous! dazai, themes of crack(?), bb! reader crushing, major themes of fluff, ooc (*˘︶˘*)

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader

hi dear, aaaa i'm glad to hear that because tbh i was unsure if anyone would like a chuuya version of scarlet witch baby fushiguro crushing on a port mafia member ♡

before you read: this request is also bb reader meeting chuuya beloved for the very first time, and take note, since reader is a child, she doesn’t know what a bar is because gojo doesn't drink and he doesn't take her to such place at all!

everyone back at home seemed to be extremely busy. you were at jujutsu tech, being watched over by masamichi yaga, since gojo had a meeting of sorts and the first and second-year students had a mission, so they weren't present. you were unable to get rid of your dad from your thoughts. you missed him very much and because of that, you had subconsciously activated your universe traveling powers and it wasn't long before the poor principal was sent into a panic when you went missing the moment he looked away for just a second. however, instead of going straight to gojo, you went to another universe, to a man that greatly reminds you of him. 

you found yourself in an unfamiliar place that seemed to resemble a restaurant to you, but the placement of chairs was different and almost empty rather. there was a row of stools instead, in front of a table with shelves of alcohol and railings in the ceiling, holding drinking glasses upside down. while you were busy staring at the whole place with a wonderstruck gaze, it didn't take long for dazai and someone you had yet to meet to spot you.

"[name]-chan?!"

you looked up to see the brown-haired man in his signature coat, staring at you with an astonished look.

"what are you doing here, little belladonna?" a smile broke through your face. you immediately darted towards him as he knelt down to your height and opened his arms for you.

"dazai-nii!" you cried out enthusiastically before tackling him in a hug and wrapping your arms around his neck as he nuzzled his face onto your hair, engulfing you in his embrace.

"DAZAI-NII?!"

when you looked over dazai's shoulder, you noticed a young man his age, except he had orange hair and a lovely black hat. in contrast to dazai's outfit, he wore a fine black and gray suit with a black coat draped over his shoulders. He continued to stare at you in disbelief as dazai picked you up and stood up.

"oi, dazai! since when did you have a little sister?!" he snapped at dazai, "where did she come from? how did she even get here?"

dazai turned around, sauntering towards him while holding you gently in his arms. "not too long ago."

his response caused the orange-haired man to raise an eyebrow in bewilderment. but, in actuality, dazai wasn't exactly lying. "[name] likes addressing people as her brothers, sisters, and auntie," he explained briefly.

"anyway, this is fushiguro [name]-chan!" dazai exclaimed cheerfully, holding you up to the orange-haired man with the curious blue eyes that reminded you of gojo's, except your father's eyes resembled the skies more than his. "this is nakahara chuuya-kun, [name]-chan."

you stared back at chuuya with the same curiosity and eventually it dawned on you. he was quite attractive up close. piercing blue eyes. orange hair that was slicked to the side.

"uh, hi?" was all chuuya could say.

"you're really pretty!" you exclaimed, lips curving into a bright smile.

chuuya was taken aback right at that instant. for a split second, the orange-haired boy stumbled backwards, his face flushed with embarrassment. he obviously wasn't expecting you to say that.

"[name]-chan?! him? pretty?" with that, dazai gave him a disgusted look and pretended to barf as he drew you closer to him, as if to shield you. "absolutely not! he's ugly!"

"no he's not! he's really pretty!" you argued, puffing up your cheeks as you folded your arms across your chest. "even his hat looks cool!"

dazai gasped dramatically which reminded you of gojo. "[name]-chan?!"

"you think my hat is pretty, chibi?" chuuya looked at you with a smile growing on his face.

"mhm! i think suits you!" you nodded your head repeatedly in agreement, giggling as you answered.

"ugh." dazai faked a vomit before sighing as he shook his head. "come on, [name]-chan. let's go back to your favorite restaurant and eat there instead."

"no! i don't wanna!" with that, you squirmed from his hold and tugged at his coat, throwing a small fit and surprising dazai. dazai's eyes widened at your act of rebellion against him. you never said no to him before and you were always clinging to him.

dazai blinked at you, "[name]-chan? what's wrong?"

"i want chuuya!" you whined, thrashing from his grip as you extended your arms towards the orange-haired boy, reaching out and making grabby hands.

the colors on dazai's face had completely faded as he now wore a betrayed expression, his eyes widened and his mouth hanging agape. this isn't possible. you love dazai, right?

"EH? [NAME]-CHAN?!"

chuuya couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw dazai's priceless expression. even the sharpest didn't see that one coming, and he loved it to pieces.

"did you hear that dazai? chibi here wants me, not you!" he remarked.

chuuya trotted towards you, easily stealing you away from dazai, whose grip on you had loosened. when he carried you in his arms instead, you practically clung to him like a koala bear, which made chuuya triumphantly smile.

"[name]-chan! how could you? after everything we've been through!" dazai cried out.

"i'm the favorite now!" chuuya had a smug look on his face as he hugged you close, smooshing your cheek against his adorably as you giggled and grinned at dazai's pouty expression.

you ended up staying with them in the bar a little longer because you refused to let go of chuuya. you sat comfortably on chuuya's lap, fiddling with his bolo tie. he was taking a sip of his drink when he noticed you staring. just looking at him with those big, curious round eyes of yours.

"what's wrong, [name]-chan? do you want some wine too?" dazai inquired, prompting chuuya to shoot him a glare and hold you closer, a little too protective if you ask me.

"she's a child!" chuuya retorted, setting his drink on the bar table and pointing at him.

"i was just asking if she wanted any!" dazai argued back, raising his hands in the air defensively.

"ugh, do you even know how to raise a child?" chuuya shook his head at dazai before turning his attention towards the bartender behind the table, "do you have any non-alcoholic drink for the kid? apple juice, maybe?"

the bartender stayed put for a minute, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger in a thinking manner before answering, "we have iced tea."

"one iced tea it is." chuuya shrugged his shoulder, waving a hand.

dazai kept watching you stare and cling to chuuya, and he was having none of it. the longer he watched, the stronger the feeling in his chest became. although you were not his little sister or even his daughter, dazai treated you as if you were his family.

"say, [name]-chan, why do you like chuuya so much anyway?" as he leaned against his hand, elbow propped on the bar table, dazai asked in a small gruff voice.

"i like him! he's cool and pretty. charming like a prince." you admitted, smiling. "i wanna marry him!"

"you have a crush on this ugly thing?!"

"oi, who are you calling ugly, mackarel?!"

you watched as they fought like cats and dogs, throwing each other scuffled insults and such, but dazai and chuuya eventually stopped when the bartender brought you your iced tea.

"chibi, you can't marry me though." chuuya began, softly chuckling as he peered down at you as you drank your iced tea.

you squeaked, your face contorting into a small yet adorable pout. "but why?"

"because i don't like you that way, and besides, marriage is for two people who truly love each other. you can't just marry people on a whim because you find them attractive. it is so much more than that. you'll understand it when you're older," chuuya said softly. "but thank you for telling me i'm pretty and cool. i'm really flattered."

you blinked briefly as you nodded in understanding, then a hopeful expression crossed your face. "oh, i see. well, can you be my chuuya-nii instead?"

"oi, are you replacing me [name]-chan?!" in the background, dazai yelled, but you and chuuya ignored him. poor dazai.

"sure, kid." chuuya ruffled your hair affectionately. "i'll be your chuuya-nii."

"yay!" you rejoiced, throwing your arms in the air and laughing.

bonus scene:

it didn't take long for you to fall asleep in chuuya's arms. time was different here than in your world because it was late at night when you arrived and chuuya and dazai had already left the bar at this point. today was quite eventful; the two former partners had no intention of meeting, but they happened to cross paths at the same time and place, and eventually you arrived.

"heh, she's fast asleep." chuuya looked at your sleeping figure, who was peacefully snoring as you clung to him.

although dazai was jealous, he couldn't help but smile at the scene before him. one thing he knew about chuuya was his softness towards children. even back in the days, when he was still a part of sheep and the king of it, so, it wasn't a surprise to see him act like this around you.

"chuuya, i have a favor to ask of you." dazai suddenly spoke up, prompting the young man to lift his head and stare at him instead. "promise me you'll protect [name]-chan as her chuuya-nii."

"protect her? why are you saying stuff like that like you're going to die?" chuuya narrowed his eyes.

"[name]-chan is not from here, not from this world. she's a special gifted with many abilities. if the mafia or any twisted ability user found out about her, they could use her, or worse, hurt her." dazai explained, "and i don't want that."

i've grown attached.

i've grown to love her as my family.

that's what he was truly trying to say. 

"tch, who knew you'd be a softie too?" chuuya scoffed, but a smile graced his lips anyway.

"even if you don't tell me, i can tell you care about this kid just as much. after all, the eyes are the windows of the soul."

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

Can you do, the boys meet Scp 239 also know as The witch child. What happened if one of the boys accidentally wakes up Scp 239 and will Scp 239 wish something that not good?

OOC: Okay, I need to address something. I’m flattered for receiving ASKS on my secondary blog which I’m using now, but I have to remind everyone this blog isn’t centered on only SCP + TWST. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for one of my ideas blowing up that everyone can get to read and maybe brainstorm, but I have other projects I need to put my energy on. Especially try writing back into my first story involving my TWST MC OC, Miyeon Choi.

About SCP-239…I have to dig a little deeper to learn about their origins and watch a recorded document explaining of this Witch Child. I could imagine how it would play out, but let see how Dr. MC/Yuu can handle this.

[SCP-TWST-2020 Chamber]

Riddle: *Exits out of the coffin along with the rest of the Heartslabyul gang* Alright, it has officially been two weeks of this punishment and Trappola, you have the letter?

Ace: *Holds it up* Do I really have to read it in front of MC/Yuu?

Riddle: They’re our head researcher. We must apologize for the incidents that occurred when first arriving at the SCP Foundation.

Deuce: Dorm Leader Rosehearts is right. Ever since coming to their world, we did nothing but cause more trouble for MC/Yuu and the other scientists.

Trey: Come on. We already stressed them out enough, and they’re probably working on another Anomaly.

Cater: *Takes our his phone* Smile for apologizing to Dr. MC/Yuu!

Riddle: *Shakes his head* Must I repeat the “No Photograph/Video Recording” in the foundation Dr. MC/Yuu restricted everyone from doing?

Cater: Don’t worry. You know Cay-kun can keep it a secret~

[As the Heartslabyul gang exits out of their chamber, they started searching for Dr. MC/Yuu. Well, looking for the young scientist is a little harder as the whole group weren’t sure where they could be and what they’re working on now.]

Deuce: This place is like a maze. Probably more confusing than back in the dorm.

Riddle: *Sighs* Trey and I will try to find a staff member if they can lend some help looking for Dr. MC/Yuu. You two, do not start any more trouble and Diamond will keep an eye out if something were to happen.

Deuce: Yes, Dorm Leader Rosehearts!

Ace: Yeah, yeah. We won’t cause trouble.

[After Riddle and Trey left, the three remain on spot until they decided to snoop around out of curiosity and boredom.]

Cater: Even after learning about the foundation, this place gives off unwelcome vibes.

Deuce: Dr. MC/Yuu warned us the potential dangers around here. We shouldn’t mess with anyone or anything-

Ace: Hey guys! Check this room out!

[Somehow Ace opened one of the chambers.]

Cater: *Quirks an eyebrow up* You were sayin’?

Deuce: *Rushes over to Ace* Ace, what happened to not causing trouble?

Ace: I didn’t. Just look at this. *Points at a child sleeping in bed with an EKG monitor and other hospital equipments hooked up to the child*

Deuce: *Whispers* What the hell? Is the foundation experimenting on children?

Cater: *Behind his kouhai students* Whoa! Okay, that’s unexpected.

[With Cater’s loud expression, the child wakes up, yawns and rubbing her tired eyes.]

SCP-239: Who are you? Where is Mister Clef?

Cater: Oh, hello! I’m Cater Diamond and these are Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade.

Deuce: Hi. How did you get here? Where’s your family?

Ace: Deuce, you dummy. How could a child remember all of that?

Deuce: I’m sorry, but who leaves a young girl alone in her room?

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Furious* That would be the foundation, you dum-dums.

[Everyone screamed in horror when Dr. MC/Yuu scared the three Heartslabyul members behind, which unfortunately caused SCP-239 to start crying from the reaction the boys expressed.]

SCP!MC/Yuu: ‘Fuck…’ *Reverts to a caring familial figure* Oh no. No, no, no. 239, come here. *Carefully picks up the little girl and cradles her* Shhh…There, there. Don’t be scared. Your big sibling/brother/sister is here. These boys aren’t bad. They’re mischievous. *Wiping away 239’s tears away*

SCP-239: *Sniffs* Mischievous?

SCP!MC/Yuu: They cause trouble for fun.

SCP-239: *Gasps* So they’re bad guys?

SCP!MC/Yuu: Uhh…Sort of. But they mean no harm. Right, boys? *Glares at the three with a sinister smile*

Cater: *Sweatdrops* Right! No harm done!

Deuce: *Shaken a little* Y-Yes, Dr. MC/Yuu.

Ace: *Felt chills down his spine* Yeah. No doing mean things.

SCP-239: *Yawns*

SCP!MC/Yuu: Tired already?

SCP-239: *Nods* I wish for a sweet dream.

SCP!MC/Yuu: You’ll have a sweet beautiful dream soon. ‘Holy hell, they really drugged her up.’

SCP-239: And…

SCP!MC/Yuu: And what?

SCP-239: I wish you have someone by your side.

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Understood what she meant* Don’t worry. Your sibling/brother/sister will find somebody, but not today. Now… *Pulls out a syringe*

Deuce: MC/Yuu-!

Ace & Cater: *Claps their hands against Deuce’s mouth*

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Injects the medication into 239’s neck* Sweet dreams…

SCP-239: *Before departing to slumber land* Night, night… *Then faints in Dr. MC/Yuu’s arms*

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Gently and carefully tucks 239 back into her bed*

[After tucking SCP-239 back in bed, Dr. MC/Yuu leads the boys out of the room. By the time they all exit out, Dr. MC/Yuu locks up the entrance way and…]

SCP!MC/Yuu: ARE YOU BOYS FUCKING INSANE?!!?!

[The three flinched from the scientist’s outburst.]

Deuce: I’m so sorry, Dr. MC/Yuu! Ace found the door leading to the girl and…How could you lock her up?!

SCP!MC/Yuu: She was an SCP! A highly dangerous anomalous being, and she must never wake up under any circumstances.

Cater: MC/Yuu, chill.

SCP!MC/Yuu: I can’t “chill” after what happened. You’re all lucky she can’t grant any wishes thanks to her containment. The whole room was built with anomalous alloy, SCP-148. There were warnings outside of the door and only Level 2 personnel can enter inside wearing a suit made with the same alloy.

Ace: But…You weren’t wearing one.

SCP!MC/Yuu: …That’s because I was informed somebody broke into 239’s chamber and rushed in. Also why were you walking around this section?

Ace: *Rubs behind his nape* Because I owe you an apology…

SCP!MC/Yuu: An apology?

Ace: *Surprised that Dr. MC/Yuu heard his mumbling* Yes. Riddle forced me to write an apology letter addressed to you. *Hands the letter over to them*

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Takes the letter and reads the content* …

Ace: *Acting patient* …

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Folds the letter close* Just…Head back to your chamber. I’ll inform Riddle for almost causing the foundation a heart attack for interacting with 239.

Ace: *Solemnly nods* Alright…

SCP!MC/Yuu: Two you as well, Cater and Deuce.

Deuce: We’ll return back.

Cater: Yeah. Sorry for almost giving you a heart attack.

[As the three walked back to their respective chamber, a staff member stood beside Dr. MC/Yuu.]

SCP Staff 1: So…You’re not gonna tell them?

SCP!MC/Yuu: *Sighs* It’s too soon. I don’t think they’re ready to learn the truth yet.