#i just wanna be a witch living alone with cats

[thevexinator]

Since Asagiri won't give you Guild content, I will. Headcanons, but they're based on irl facts I found within 5 minutes of googling. [These are just my hcs you can add your own if you wanna]

Louisa May Alcott 💌

- Louisa and Nathaniel are family friends. Irl, Louisa's father was one of Hawthorne's pallbearers [pallbearer - someone helping to escort of carry a coffin]. In the setting of BSD, their families were in close relations due to operating at the same church. Even though Louisa doesn't remember, Nathaniel often looked after her since the older girls [Louisa's older sister Anna and Nathaniel's older sister Elizabeth] were often helping around with the adults.

- She really likes pulp fiction.

- She's knowledgeable about the medical field. The real Louisa was a nurse during World War 1.

- Speaking of war, Louisa is a major history nerd.

Margaret Mitchell ☂️

- While BSD Margaret dresses like what if Mary Poppins was a British aristocrat, the real Margaret Mitchell actually preferred dressing in men's clothes. Thus, whenever she's not on duty in the Guild, she's chilling in something she stole from Nathaniel.

- She's afraid of fire. Why? When Margaret was a child, her clothing ended up catching fire on accident. She's never been the same since.

- She also has driving anxiety. When she was 12, her dad hit a deer on the road. She's never been the same since.

Nathaniel Hawthorne ⚔️

- Generally avoids discourse about the Salem Witch Trials. An ancestor of his played a big part during it, two others were married to women who were accused of being witches. Thus, he added the 'w' to his last name.

- He's surprisingly good with glasswork. When the real Nathaniel and his wife moved into their home, the etched poems into the glass of the windows.

- For a large part of his life, he lived in a commune.

- Occasionally, he sees ghosts. The real Nathaniel once said he saw the ghost of his friend reading his own obituary.

Edgar Allan Poe 🦝

- He's an orphan. He doesn't tell people that.

- He likes being alone. Until he gets the feeling that someone is somewhere in the room with him.

- Insanely intelligent. He knows exactly what he's doing.

- Very weak constitution. One time, when the Guild were all drinking and whatever else they were doing, Poe blacked out after one drink of wine. Everyone genuinely thought someone tried to kill him until they found out he couldn't handle alcohol.

- Unphased. He's seen it all. Death? Child's play. Heartbeat under the floorboards? Normal Tuesday. Corpse falling off the roof? Crazy. Someone walking into the party dressed in red? Standard party etiquette.

Lucy Maud Montgomery 🪆

- Also an orphan. Doesn't tell people about it.

- Very charming. She can flirt. She just chooses not to. She knows she's too powerful.

- Cripplingly depressed. Self-explanatory.

- Has girl nights with Louisa and Margaret, basically a few hours of them doing girl activities. They tried to summon Bloody Mary at least seven times to no returns.

H. P. Lovecraft 🦑

- Lovecraft has monochromacy, a condition where someone can only see in grayscale. This is derived from irl Lovecraft's "The Color Out of Space," essentially Lovecraft's low education being the reason why he didn't know about the electromagnetic color spectrum.

- He's afraid of crowds. He hates it here so much.

- Has epilepsy. The only thing that can stop this eldrich monstrosity in a human trench coat is the average disco party.

- Loves cats. He is so normal about them. Cats run to him like crazy.

- He glows in the dark. Why shouldn't he? He's earned it. He's also deficient in vitamins science hasn't discovered yet. His ankles popping sound like rogue gunshots.

- AroAce. Intimacy is a concept he doesn't understand and doesn't want to.

John Steinbeck 🌳

- He's very much a dog person. His family keeps dogs. His favorite breed is the Australian Sheep dog.

- He was very sick as a child.

- Really into marine biology. [Steincraft fans stay winning.]

- Before the Guild, he worked as a construction worker, newspaper reporter,and caretaker.

- Ironically enough, he has a pollen allergy. It's not severe, just watering eyes and sniffles. He hates it.

Mark Twain 🔫

- So normal about the ocean. He takes Lovecraft and John with him when he goes boating.

- Into geology. He's the guy who collects rocks whenever he's outside.

- Guild game night isn't game night is Mark isn't beating everyone in every board game to ever exist.

- So normal about cats. The real Mark Twain has 19 cats, all with titles like Apollinaris, Beelzebub, Blatherskite, Buffalo Bill, Satan, Sin, Sour Mash, Tammany, Zoroaster, Soapy Sal and Pestilence to name a few. BSD Mark has one ginger cat he adopted off the streets of Yokohama he names Sal, occasionally calling her Sin whenever she's around Nathaniel.

- He almost drowned twice. One would think that would kill his passion for boating, but he baller'd his way out of it.

Francis S. K. Fitzgerald 🪙

- Dyslexic and in denial. Louisa tried to gently bring it up to him that half of his work email was spelled incorrectly, but he was in denial and chalked it up to it being 3 in the morning when he wrote that work email.

- He worked as a screenwriter before the Guild. Coincidentally, he met his wife there!

- He strikes me as a guy who owns a copy of "A Pickle For the Knowing Ones". If you don't know what that is, please look it up. I promise it's worth it.

- Makes too many dad jokes. John and Nathaniel officially want him dead.

- He forgets to sleep. He just forgets. Even though he looks like he died and got resurrected without prior notice and everyone in the Guild is asking him if he had a breakdown, he forgets to sleep.

Hermine Melville 🐋

- At some point in his life, he lived in the Pacific Islands.

- Hiking enthusiast. He likes the mountain terrain a lot.

- His office smells like smoke. No one knows why. It just does.

- Not much about him to be honest. I wish there was more screentime for him. <//3

[leviackermanstoes]

IF I DIE TONIGHT IMMA MAKE IT EPIC

Logan howlett x reader

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Warnings: deadass I do not know. Sad. Sad kitty cat. Idk everyone's sad. Some things may not make sense yet. Major Canon divergence

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I don't remember the first time I wanted to die. Maybe it had been when I thought I lost Logan for good. The nights I slept alone and the days I spent cooking on my own and the nights I spent watching the TV, lying by the radio incase I received a message. I even chopped the wood.

And then one day the radio just, went silent.

I had been getting small messages every now and then, whether from a random or a helicopter pilot or just government things. But one day it all just stopped.

I think that's what true fear feels like.

Silence.

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Westchester was just as I remember. So lively and comfortable. But not as warming, it didn't feel as much like home as it should have.

"So what are we even doing here?" Wade asked.

Behind us, Charles stepped on a few glass shards with a crunch and then looked up at us. "There's someone here I think can help you," he grunted as he fixed himself.

"God I hope it's doctor strange, God he's delicious in the first movie" Wade spoke under his breath.

I side eyed him, and as I did, I noticed Logan had stopped walking behind us and was standing at the window of a shop. There was something melancholic about it.

"Logan?" I questioned him as I walked toward him "what are you looking at?"

He tilted his head down and left, eyeing my feet approaching, and then looked back to the window. Inside on display was a small baby sock with pink frills. It lay abandoned on a splintered wooden shelf.

For some reason, it affected Logan more than I felt it would.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

Stupid question.

"Let's just get out of here" he grumbled and walked off.

My mouth fell into an o shape as I stood baffled by what just happened. Nevertheless, I picked up my feet and started walking again.

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🧠

Sometimes, when I get time to myself. I like to think of Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr. Both powerful mutants with incredible abilities, arguably they were otherworldly. Best friends and yet enemies.

Charles once told me, "To be so close is to be too far away"

Since then, I still don't have a fucking clue what he meant. I thought about it every night, asked people what they thought of it.

Yet I still don't have an answer. And when I ask Xavier about it. He says "each day you get further away, is a day you get just that bit closer"

And if he hadn't been so old I would have punched him for being so cryptic.

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"Is this the place?" I asked and turned to Charles.

He nodded with raised brows. "This is is the one"

The building was made of red brick and had pristine white bordered windows lined with vines and small flowers.

"Its so beautiful every part of me is crying" Wade stated. And silently me and Logan cringed, and I could have sworn Charles did too.

"The people inside aren't. So watch yourselves" Charles warned us.

"You know I wish I could. I wanna rewatch my best jerk off moments"

Logan ran a hand down his face and rolled his eyes into his head.

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Inside seemingly already waiting for us, we're 3 people. One was a woman in a long purple robe like a witch. One was a man in a bright blue leather suit, and the last was another man in a dark green suit.

All were undeniably a bit scary to look at.

"Charles dear, you've returned," the woman spoke, then Gasped "oooh and with guests"

"These are my acquaintances. You don't need to know their names" Charles spoke.

I assumed they weren't of major importance if our names weren't even necessary.

"What can we help you with?" The man is blue had a deep voice.

The kind that made you want to turn around and leave. Like being caressed by a bear growl.

"I need a truthspeaker" Xavier said bluntly.

Apparently, that's a normal thing around here. Saying things like everyone is supposed to know what that is. I tell you what bloody annoying is what it is.

"Well, here's one right here." The woman is purple pointed to herself and stood up off her chair and strode elegantly toward Logan.

She snaked her manicured hand around his bicep, then up his shoulder and around his neck. Smirking with her maroon lips, she eyed me.

Snarling with disgust and anger and whatever comes in between, i stared back at her. She flicked at logans beard with her bright red nail, and his eye twitched slightly. Without another thought, I looked at the wall.

"Oh, you're an interesting one, aren't you?" She was talking to me. I turned my head slowly to face her.

"So much emotion. So passionate and pure. Like a wildfire, aren't you?" She grinned with that fake feminine grace that made me sick.

"Do I look like I want to talk to you?" I said blankly.

Before another word came out of my mouth, the woman grabbed a silver stick adorned with red gems from her pocket and swiftly stuck it to my mouth.

I found myself then and there unable to move or say anything.

"So complex. Very intense" the woman smiled with her eyes closed. It was creepy.

"So much sadness and despair. I've never felt such loss in one person. You've experienced great trauma in your life. Grief is never easy. You know one person will experience one traumatic event by the age of 17. By the looks of you, I'd say you have had one each year of your life. Always grieving and putting yourself into dark places. Is there someone who got you out of that place? That helped you?",

This was when I started looking at Logan. With glossy, red eyes, i watched him as his face changed. Into someone I knew. Some thing one that I recognised. He changed and contorted to create a man I loved. A cruel joke was being played, and I was the punchline.

The woman turned her head to Logan and then back at me grinning.

"Oh I see what's happening here. You love him don't you? And you can't handle the handle the feeling"

I started sobbing harder. "Alright that's enough" one of the men spoke but the woman shut his off quickly.

"You can't bear to watch him can you?, it pains you to know he does not love you. So dreadfully, it consumes. Your love for him. It encapsulates you, suffocates you, and drowns you. It is you. It is all you ever have been, and all you ever will be"

And for once. I could not tell someone they were wrong.

[lavenderr-starrs]

I’m sorry to my mutuals who are watching me like disappear for a week or a month and then reappear reblog stuff and post stuff from fandoms you’ve probably don’t even know about (A lot shit on my plate that’s been burning me out lmao! I’m fine though just been busy dw!! It’s nothing bad I promise even though it probably sounds like smth bad XD)

but I’m gonna make this post before I literally lose my marbles

It’s about twisted wonderland and Madoka magica so strap in fellas this is gonna be hella targeted to probably me and me alone and maybe like one other person

Anyways HEAVY AND I MEAN HEAVY SPOILERS FOR BOTH FRANCHISES and A REALLY LONG RAMBLE UNDER THE CUT LMAO

So don’t click keep reading if you havent finished or started either (ESPECIALLY MADOKA MAGICA, Trust me the show and movies are so good walking into blind I’d kill a man to watch it blindly again) also warning for potentially shit grammar incoming lol

First things first-

HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN SOMEONE NOTICE THE SIMILARITY BETWEEN OVERBLOTS AND WITCHES?

The similarities is the over-use of magic and negative energy polluting the energy source they use to performing these magical abilities turning them into abominations that go on a rampage and effecting the lives of those around them.

The difference though is that for witches, it’s specifically middle school girls who become witches and them becoming witches have the chances of causing world ending atrocities- and in the world of puella magi most Natural disasters are due to the fact a witch is the cause of those disasters and only incubators and other unsuspecting naive magical girl know of

Whereas in twisted wonderland *So far* we’ve only seen Teen high school boys overblot and that didn’t(Besides chapter 6 and 7) have any world ending consequences in my opinion

Says alot huh? XD

Anyways that’s a point I wanna get to another time

You know what I’d love to see? a reader-insert or just a yuu from puella magi in the world of twisted wonderland!

Now this is when I start getting real self-indulgent with this XD but I wanna see like a Homura!Yuu! :)

basically a reader-insert who takes the role of Homura Akemi, right?

And the entirety of the first anime happens and Madoka goes from a 14 year old girl who made a wish to save a cat from dying by unknowingly trading her soul to become a magical girl as an energy source to a higher being

to end up becoming an omnipotent concept that saves magical girls when their gems over pollute and are about to become witches

But instead of the Rebellion Arc happening and Homura!Yuu becoming a witch and demon and all that pizazz! let’s say they “try” to keep going and just Bans themselves from going back in time again and trying to go forward for Madokamis sake and deals with those weird wraith things in the new universe

and maybe a little cherry on top they try to learn and expand the magic abilities Yuus other magical girl friends had.

Later on we move to let’s say, 17 Year old Homura!Yuu, and guess what? You’ve been isekaid bestie have fun!

During the prologue introduction, when Homura!Yuu wakes up into the coffin grim doesn’t get a moment to even open the coffin as you just kick it open ready to transform believing this is some form of a witches labyrinth and are ready to jump into a bunch of conclusions

Now, in comes a poor unsuspecting Grimm

And the first thing Homura!Yuu does upon notice of him? The same thing Homura did to Bebe in rebellion-

just one Quick grasp onto his neck and just instantly slamming him into the nearest wall before he could even say a word. Questions being shot left and right over this potential Witch-like being or a being that seems to be similar combination of a witches Familiar+ Kyubey. A thought you do not like the sound of.

Grim is quite fairly, terrified out of his mind (I’m sorry my son) But! Lucky for him in comes the headmaster to witness this display of aggression! And school hasn’t even begun yet! The nerve!

Now this can go from here in Multiple ways, but for now, how id see it going is Crowley using his whip to tie up Homura!Yuu and just yoinks up a scared grim similar to what Mami did in rebellion

you’re only reaction to this is “Ah shit, here we go again.”

Now I can see Crowley ends up kicking Grim away still since you’ll obviously deny any association with him and just questions Crowley like there’s no tomorrow and just like in canon those questions fall on deaf ears! Lol

Crowley believes that coming to night raven college has frazzled your young hormonal teenage mind into acting so aggressive and since he’s such a kind and generous headmaster does not hold you accountable for it, isn’t he so wonderful c:

Homura!Yuu ends up quietly playing along to whatever the hell is going on to get a better and proper assessment on the situation you’ve been put in. So everything continues on as normal while the students of NRC give you a strange look until it’s finally your turn to approach the mirror.

How I’d see the mirror react to a Homura!Yuu is once you give it your name, I feel like he’d go “their soul is..Missing?..” Because as you know your soul has been turned into your soul gem and the mirror has no knowledge of this so you’re not gonna be assigned any dorm, sorry not sorry c:

This, understandable, freaks everybody out.

This is when Canon plays out a usual in the story for the prologue with the headmaster taking you to Ramshackle and you’re Re-encounter with Grim.

When you do encounter grim again you transform again and start to chase after him to continue where you left off back in the mirror chamber. This leads to Homura!Yuu discovering grim to be innocent in your arrival here and just simply… wants to be able to grow stronger.. hmm why do you feel like you’ve heard that before

Upon Grim proving his innocence and quite frankly become official scared of Homura!Yuu in comes the ghosts to scare him some more! They watch you chase him down and wanted to join in on the fun.

Mind you, you aka Homura!Yuu are still on guard and still transformed so you obviously attack the ghost with grim ending believing you attacked them for his protection! You didn’t, but if it makes up for scaring the piss outta him sure 👍 well go with that.

Now we continue with canon from here with Crowley calling you a beast tamer and hiring you as a janitor yadda yadda, but Grim ends up referring to you as his Bodyguard instead of henchman in this one! Which if Homura!Yuu was going to be honest, Grim was 1,000 percent a bigger improvement then kyubey.

I totally wanna make a side writing blog and make more stuff like this if it gathers the attention of others lol, I already have it made I just need to edit it along with my other side account where I used to post art until I took them down due to tumblrs Ai update lol

Once I’m done fixing up those two I’ll make a master post with the users of all three of my blogs and my ao3 too lol

Anyways thanks for reading my weird ass ramble :) I have so many ideas I wanna talk about for this and so many story scenarios that probably no one’s gonna be interested in XDD

[loopsietheshadowsiren]

hey gang

erm

hi I’m Loopsie but you can call me Fawful

fandoms: Crash Bandicoot, Mario & Luigi series, Super Paper Mario, TTYD, Quiztle’s Bash Out (fan made fandom by me ofc), Rayman (sort of), Undertale & Deltarune, Psychonauts, and Bayonetta

Things I do: Art, Music, and yap about unimportant stuff

also here’s the apps that I usually get in since I do NOT have enough accounts

Tiktok Spotify

bonus: ThEbAdGuY1215 (roblox)

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perhaps you wanna know my ocs!!!

Chortletto: (a villain Jester that controls many worlds, and…a villain in Quiztle’s BashOut 2)

Valgolo: (an evil spiky ghost goo thing that has one intention: eating the freaking universe like a DIVA♥︎)

Dimp: (a cat mage that lives alone in a witch cabin…also very edgy & emo.)

Squeakly: (a mouse bandit/thief that roams in the pink mason…to get treats from that other mouse thing. (Regretevator Oc))

Hester: (a scientist that got dunked in a pool of acid, but survived and gone insane…bc that’s just Hester)

Quiztle: (The main character in Quiztle’s BashOut; and the quizmaster/world savor/eternal mayor of Madland)

Loopea: (my Beansona…and maybe the twin brother of Fawful bc why not!!!.. he’s also a clock maker and a cinnamon pie lover)

Hexagona: (The ex-prince of Shapeler and the Prince of Shadows…I don wanna explain bc I’m tired)

Emigia: (the one who destroyed Shapeler, and the side kick of Hexagona)

Nightmarsa: (a cloaked being full of mystery and shadow, and swordsman at best)

Loopsie: (The strange brother of the Shadow Siren Sisters, and the twin brother of Vivian…just uhm…with deformed features.)

I go by he/they bc 𝓈𝓀𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒾 𝓉ℴ𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓉

also would request to follow these awesome people..heh…they understand my freak..👅👅

@monybalony175

@markdoesart4210

@parmsnik

@dimentiothemagician

@destroyabez

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[theendofuno]

alr i said i felt like writing about my aus and then i went to sleep. the most responsible person ever

ALSO SORRY IM KINDA LATE..i was..eepy..mimimimi.........

ANYWAY (prolly big text down there)

ive been writing a bunch of stuff recently for this au.....who is nameless.......like all of them............we just call it the hermits au lol

for context, theres a few different species going on: hermits, humans, demons, animalpersons n the list goes on (not really)

the hermits are human-looking with horns, pointy ears and cat-like pupils, theyre also pretty much known for being agressive towards humans and cannibalistic tendences (which is not a rule [for the lack of better word lmao..not sure if condition would be fitting in english the way it would in pt] and can be avoided)

what differ them from demons is basically their reputation towards humans, some demons do have non-human skin colors (pink, blue, purple) but not all of them, and they have round pupils aswell

not quite sure i need to explain humans or animalpersons.. 😭 ykyk, just people and people with animal ears and tails

the hermits are Uno, Lass, Veigas, Mari, Ronan, Lupus and Zero, and hermits basically live in the forest isolated from the rest of the population due to their reputation. in some places theyre even banned and activelly hunted down to death (pointing at Noir and Frost royalty) , while others simple don't actually care and its more "if you dont mess up youre cool here" (the CrimsonCanyon royalty and the witches)

i would talk about everyone here but i really want to draw more stuff before cuz i like having images to visualize stuff 😭 so i'll just keep here with Uno n buddies

Uno (who uses they/he!) lives in the forest with Ronan, Mari and Lass, Veigas used to be with them but they ended up disappearing one day (ooo lore.....cool), they're also Zero's adopted sibiling who don't live with them since he's a witch, and the hermits live close to Azin's house, who's a sorcerer and very good friends with everyone there

(fun fact! the arm in the drawing is indeed from Azin, Uno is very agressive towards everyone except the hermits they live with, but different from canon Azin is very kind and sees Uno as a lil child [besides he being 18] and likes to take care of him, in fact he's the only person who is trying to cure the curse Uno has [who is on his hands and spreading to his face]. they experienced remorse for biting him......poor thing)

Uno grew up alone, and ended up finding Zero at a very young age (dumbasses here [me and panela] didnt noted Zero's actual age so he's listed as 20-22 but you get the age gap), who was also alone and started taking care of Uno. after some time Zero ended up getting hurt real bad and Ronan and Mari appeared out of nowhere to help them, and ended up inviting them to live with the others (Lass and Veigas), which Uno and Zero accepted cuz it's easier to live around by other adults rather than being two alone teenagers

it took a long time to Uno to actually like them cuz he was always paranoid and over-protecting Zero, but no one never showed being an actual threat to both of them, so Uno started cooling down and lately accepted them as a family

n thats basically all for now :D

wanna talk more about them but i would get annoying.........hehe

[twistednuns]

August 2024

Munich Micro Burn. First and foremost, learning my lesson: EMBRACE THE CHAOS. After all the planning and hustling and stressful weeks, nothing really worked out. First I was pissed, then I cried myself into a tiny nervous breakdown and eventually I just accepted it and went with the flow, enjoying myself. I didn't even do any workshops myself and completely gave up control. Acid Friday was magical on the dancefloor with my kaleidoscope and prism glasses. I went on a little trip through the universe and ended up in a cuddle puddle with Luna, Patri and David. Rainmaker massaged me. I was so happy to be reunited with Luki and loved hanging out with him in the pool or cuddle space. He shared a baritone sax fantasy with me. I also connected with Makelove (playing bingo) and Marjolien (following a black cat together, then I drew one of her heart notes - "there is no right or wrong"). I got buffed. And drank a lot of cherry slushie. Played with the ball pool equipment in the pool. And started a mud wrestling event. I reunited with Frank after months of hardly any contact. I made a delicious batch of creamy coconut porridge. I performed in the Consent Cabaret and initiated the Sonic Sound Experiment with C. (humming and tuning in together with an electric toothbrush). I happily ate Pombären in my tent and wrote down everything I wanted to get rid of into the old book we'd burn in Katharina's and Alex's temple on Saturday. I played on the swing and enjoyed watching my boyfriend's DJ sets. The opening ceremony was cute this year, too. We all got little keys and symbols for our archetypes.

A personal little decompression with C. I don't even know what we did all those days. All I know is that we started watching Twin Peaks.

Holding Charlie in baby pose. He even snuggled up to my chest.

Homemade pizza.

Getting a cheep red dress that is so comfy I wanna live in it for the whole summer.

Devouring a whole, moist mozzarella ball. Alone time. Dopamine mode with strange food, gaming, even smoking a few cigarettes. I don't really like myself when I'm like that though. I appreciate a pinch of control in my life.

Board game night with Margit and Ansgar. Having three kids around was a little too much though. Spiel des Wissens nostalgia.

Swimming in Klostersee during Golden Hour after L.'s sport event. Going to the other side of the lake. Watching the dragonflies (thinking of my mum whenever I see one after Ash's comment) and water lilies.

Test-driving e-bikes.

Cuddling with L. and C. on the sofa. With lots of blankets and pillows.

Having Kanako, Uli, Gyan and Jana over for a campfire BBQ and stargazing. Kanako shared a lot of stories and the next day we sat around in the kiddie pool together.

Riding the rollercoasters, water slide and boat swing with C. and L. at the amusement park. More cherry slushie. Discovering the Nordic theme world with obvious Midsommar vibes. There was a triangular church and eerie music playing. Inside the church you could ride around a tree in walnut halves and shoot at creepy little animals. Lian was super scared of the buffalos with the giant horns. In the evening, we drive through a medieval village and had delicious pizza and ice-cream. C. researched its history and came up with stories about witch trials.

Flutschfinger popsicles. So fruity.

Getting to know Christian's parents. They're pretty much exactly as he described them. It's creepy to see how he changes his personality completely when he's around them.

Getting to know Maike and Simon. Such wonderfully open, engaged, intelligent, easy-going people. She used to be a feminist porn director and now works as an art teacher. He used to be a climate activist and cuts movies. I loved their home (the green bathroom with yellow and pastel pink accents looked delicious), the conversations, dinners with their friends and daughters. We stayed in Ala's room. Of course I connected with her. Little girls always find me.

Mediterana Therme in Bergisch Gladbach. I've never visited a more beautiful spa. I especially enjoyed the Indian and Persian saunas, pools and courtyards. There were events every 30 minutes and there was so much art around. No kids allowed either. What a fantastic experience.

Richard Seewald's Surrealist painting Katze mit Salamander (I didn't even find the original - I bought the postcard in the gift shop before I even bought an entrance ticket). Walking through Museum Ludwig with Christian, calming down after a sensitive mood with tears and overwhelm in the morning. Taking photos in a far-off corner of the photography exhibition. Being inspired by the Surrealist paintings. I probably liked Ursula's Dunkle Messe best.

Only touching, no talking during the train ride. Earplugs. C. already knows when I need them and offers them to me.

A tiny corner of Cologne (my first time there): lighting a candle in the cathedral. Gift shopping on our way to Brüsseler Platz (I bought a glass straw, a Hamsa bookmark made from brass and a postcard as a thank you note for Maike and Simon). Balinese food. Chocolate coconut popcorn. Going home early, enjoying the night outside on the terrace after everybody had already gone to bed.

Cute children's books in Ava's room (one about a little girl going on a nightly stroll through the city with her dad because she's afraid of the dark) and in the museum shop.

Staying with Ludo in Eibelstadt. He let us stay there the first night even though he wasn't there. On our way back to Munich we stopped by again and went to his cabin in the hills behind the river with him, his partner Sophia and his son. He built everything himself! Such a cozy and cool place. We had a decadent barbecue and hopped into the warm jacuzzi after the boys had gone to bed. I performed a witchy little ritual on C. in the morning. Then we went to Ludo's other property to visit the old building there. Lost places.

Bubblegum pink nails.

C. sending kiss emojis and 111(1) reminders.

Guessing correctly which year a movie came out.

Late summer/early fall vibes. I can already feel a slight urge to bake zucchini cake and pumpkin quiche, watch whimsical autumn movies, read gothic novels. I started reading the first Practical Magic book and even found a copy of the Book of Shadows on the street in Leipzig. And when I bought a drink at Marie's Hoffest, the bartender girl tattooed a little magic wand on my wrist! It's the season of the witch!

Going to Leipzig for my Gestalt therapy training. Meeting my group. Observing my process. I'm very happy with my decision to ditch my yoga module and do this instead. I got the feeling that my empathy and intuition is very well-suited for the position of a therapist. I even managed to make someone cry because I helped him realize an important need in one of my first training sessions.

Learning about my role as a leader / how I want to be lead in an exercise with Tillmann.

Going into plough pose to help my back pain. Deep stretches. Recovery measures after hours on those tiny meditation pillows.

All the mirroring and the little insights it produces: that I'm hardly able to sit with a feeling. I always want to move on, find solutions, go deeper. Movement comes easy, stillness is hard. Which is quite fitting to someone's recent observation about me: I tend to avoid stillness and rest. / I can't feel myself very well. Which is why I push my boundaries. I don't even notice them until it's too late and at that point I draw a very strict line and establish tight boundaries. Too tight, of course. But I need to protect myself because I haven't taken good care of my needs before. / I can't tolerate weakness very well. Not in me, not in others. I want to learn how to lean into my own fragility more and allow it to come to the surface from time to time.

Listening to NOUK and Anna's beautiful voice. I adored her edgy haircut and the long white dress she was wearing.

Sitting outside on the balcony with Franzi and Marie, talking in the dark. / Drinking beer outside Marcus's camper van after class on Saturday.

(Vintage) shopping. I got a cheap yellow plastic ring, a wooden ring holder, a hair clip, and a funny postcard for C.

I got a copy of Psychologie Heute for the train and was surprised to find articles about the topics most relevant to me now: Gestalt Therapy, eating disorders, and especially boundaries.

C. picked me up from the train in Munich. It was lovely to see him but felt a little unfamiliar at first. On the way home he filled me in on his exciting weekend. We had a chat with his neighbors who gave us fresh produce from the garden and plum cake - which was fantastic because the fridge was empty so now we were able to make a big pot of creamy lemon-zucchini pasta. I loved touching each other's warm, naked skin. Reconnecting, tuning in. Going through an elaborate pop-up book together.

Hearing about C.'s very cinematic dream in the morning. Toasted bread with butter and honey for breakfast. Encouragement to become some sort of touch therapist. Apparently I've got magic hands.

Learning about Ursula Schultze-Blum and her fascinating Surrealist art.

Two harmonious, beautiful days at C.'s place. Journalling, drawing, making a shadow frame for the Hilma Af Klint altar piece. Visiting Tobi one evening, creating visions for the cabin and the forest lot. Pizza and a long evening walk with Marcus. Caring for the scared little red cat they caught to bring him to the vet. Watching a spider catch a fly, devouring it violently. Embracing my crazy urges. Eating scrambled eggs on cheese toast. Watching The Broken Circle Breakdown together, researching Bluegrass bands in Munich. Singing together. C. said I should find a Bluegrass band and sing with them instead of my gospel choir.

A summer afternoon outside. Ripping out vines, picking blackberries behind the vegetable garden. Memories of the brambles we had behind our house when I was young. Huge tomatoes, an abundance of beautiful butterflies everywhere. Biting into a ripe plum; vowing to make zucchini cake and plum dumplings when we get back from France.

C. carrying my backpack for me, entertaining me during the wait at the train station. Waving cheerfully after the train doors had closed and I was about to leave.

Drawing the Page of Fire, Playfulness - along with Adventure (Page of Rainbows). Writing about it. And the dream I had about feeling unwanted and criticized at home, trying to leave in overwhelm and chaos. And then there was C., smiling at me, embracing me, not even aware of the perceived hostility.

Emotional release on a physical level. This is new for me. I felt so nervous, was hardly able to hold the feeling in my body. It was unbearable. I ate some granola with almond milk and an apple. Lay down. And then my jaw started shaking uncontrollably. I was crying, grasping for air. I already felt better afterwards.

A hard massage from Pani. Coming back into my body.

Starting our roadtrip with a deep talk about having children. Visiting Kerem (I loved learning about his travels and diving, playing and drawing with his daughter, confusing the cat, looking at his design furniture), Makelove (our afternoon by the river was gorgeous; eggs and mayonnaise, land art, insightful conversations, learning something new about him), and Marjolien (eating salad on her balcony, learning about her passion for constellation work, her love for Tobi). Then we drove all the way over the San Bernardino pass. Enjoyed the view of the austere landscape and even saw a true cowboy up there. Dinner in Torino. Well-deserved sleep.

Making an excellent 90s Ethno-pop playlist on our way over the mountains between Italy and France. And the view from the top! What a lovely road we took.

Try not / to expect / anything - in this way / everything / will open up / to you (Buddhist teaching)

Arriving at Villa Josalie. Buying the most delicious snacks at the French supermarket. The friends dropping in one by one. Drinking wine and eating cheese outside, watching fireworks together.

[chasingmemoriesofficial]

Current and Future Pets of the Characters

So something I decided ages ago is that the Ninja and Co really need some animal companions to add a little more flavor to the story and flesh out the characters a little bit.

As of now, I've only introduced Garmadon's cat, Battlecat, who is currently at the Monastery with Wu after its owner's fall to the Underworld. Battlecat is a very old grey tabby that's missing an eye, part of its ear, and several patches of fur including on its tail. Garmadon found Battlecat during the Serpentine War and formed a familiar bond with it, which is why Battlecat is still alive in the modern day despite living much longer than is normal for its species, let alone breed.

Zane's falcon will still be in the story, but this time it'll have an actual name: Feather. I got this name from a really old Ninjago fic series I read as a kid, I can't remember the name of it but it was on FF.net and had 4 installments at the time (one for each Ninja; and they had an animal associated with them). I also got Chitow City from that series (Cole's installment, actually), so if anyone knows what fic I'm talking about just comment it.

In the Chasing Memories continuity, Feather was based on Zane the First's pet falcon they had as a kid, a female black falcon who Zed was really proud of... until she was mistakenly shot by a hunter when they were 15. The original Feather was stuffed and later buried with her owner after their own death months later.

Mrs Benedict the Lightning Chicken will NOT be in this story, sorry. I love chickens, but honestly this one felt kinda ridiculous.

Instead, Wu will eventually get an emotional support ferret named Slinky. It hides in his beard. CM!Wu had always wanted a ferret but was never allowed to when the FSM was still alive and he never got a chance to get one himself until the Ninja got Slinky for his birthday one year.

Now, onto the characters who don't canonically have pets or have them in Chasing Memories yet (the Ultra Dragon doesn't count here).

First up, we have Cole. CM!Cole loves rabbits and he used to have one as a kid, but it was killed by one of his classmates when he was 5. Presently, Cole is scared of getting another rabbit because of his super strength; he doesn't wanna hurt something so small and fragile.

Sooo Jay and Zane team up and find him a pair of rabbits of a unique breed that Cole wouldn't be too scared of hurting: Medusa Rabbits!

Medusa Rabbits look like Flemish Giants in both coloration and size, but with the added ability to turn themselves into stone when injured or threatened. Cole gets two of them since rabbits need socialization and he names them Sandy and Mossy due to their colors.

Then we have Lloyd's cat. Well, technically it's a panther but it's his witch familiar and he (and his father) initially mistook it for a cat until someone points out that it's green and has two tails. Panthera Luna Verte, or the Lunarian vertini, is actually illegal to sell and own in Ninjago and has been since the 1860s, however Lloyd's vertini, Jewel, escaped from smugglers before coming across him and Garmadon on the street as a kitten.

Lloyd only gets away with keeping Jewel because it's a familiar and a familiar bond can't be broken.

Cyrus Borg, on the other hand, has three normal cats: Cloud (a fluffy white ragdoll), Smoky (a grey tabby), and Socks (a tuxedo cat with white feet). They were all strays he brought home.

[ayahachitwister]

⭐ For the ask game because, of course, you wanna share something! <3

:D Aww, thank you! Since I have to write a battle right now (which is my least favorite thing to write), I figured I should talk about the one battle I actually enjoyed writing—the battle against the Hex Cait.

The Hex Cait battle ended up being three chapters (chapters 66-68 of the witch AU), which is by far the longest battle I’ve ever done. 😅 Usually I just want to get them over with. But that one in particular I had planned since the very beginning of the story. While I didn’t know what the Noise would be back when I got the idea for the story, I knew I wanted there to be a huge climax on fighting a powerful Noise, where Neku would go against Josh’s orders and come help Shiki and the others fight. …there was also supposed to be some more with the siblings there originally, but the stuff I would’ve included there got handled earlier in the story.

But anyway, with Neku’s entrance, it gave me a little bit of a break so it wasn’t just fighting for three full chapters—but had a moment in the middle where Neku and Shiki could just talk about everything. Where she could let down her walls and talk about her insecurities—everything she was scared to tell him up to this point… and then rendezvous with the siblings to finally beat the Noise.

But even with that part of the plan from the beginning, what really made this battle fun was figuring out how the Hex Cait works. I decided since it was a cat Noise to give it nine lives, each one getting increasingly harder. Plus I had other plot points I’d built up by this point—one of the most fun ones being how until this point, Neku refused to use his latent ability. Once the gloves were off and he was willing to help completely, though, I got to play with all sorts of amazing and fun combinations to really get my creativity going with this battle.

And then for another plot point, the negative side of Beat’s curse. I knew I wanted it to go into full effect after this battle, so… well, my evil author side got to peek out for that one. >.>’~~

…oh right, and then there was another plot point with Shiki that made the first chapter of the battle fun… but I actually still haven’t fully explained that one yet, so I’ll hold off on the commentary there. Plus another plot point with Josh I also still can’t talk about, but… >.>’~ His talk with Mr. H during that battle was also some nice foreshadowing to, well, stuff going on now~ So yeah, the repercussions of that battle have also lasted a while after it, which is another fun aspect to play with~ 💕

Anyway! The other thing with this battle is that I actually wrote it while traveling. I was… I forget if I was going to or from my parents’ place, but they live on the other side of the country. So every chance I got, whether it was at an airport or on the plane itself, I opened up my tablet and just wrote. I wrote almost all three chapters in just that day of travel alone, then told Kazea when I had internet again that she had a bunch to edit. :D’’ She was kinda flabbergasted I’d written so much XD’’

And then her edits… She had me add more to the little Neku and Shiki talking scene, but like… Then there was the edit about the final strike. I originally had Mr. Mew erasing the Noise with one final attack… but then Kazea put something about how like Shiki should do a little more. My brain was just like “how???”… so I thought about it…

…and well, I gave her probably one of my favorite moments in the story with how she ended up erasing it herself… I still want to see that drawn some day >.>’~ Not gonna say exactly what she did ‘cause of spoilers, but when Kazea came back and saw that, she was speechless, ‘cause apparently that wasn’t what she meant at all :D’’ But she loved it, and yeah~

[pandemoniumfm]

         In their happiness to see the younger again, the oldest sibling almost didn't pick up on her brother's mood. She frowned slightly at his seemingly sudden mood shift, pushing her feelings of joy and relief to the side as they moved to squeeze the other's elbow softly. "You're ok," they said, looking over the other's face before continuing: "And I missed you too, little sea, but there's no reason for you to apologise," letting their hand fall back to their side, they almost didn't want to let go of him, scared he might turn around and leave again. Yet, the witch knew he wouldn't. "You're here now, and that is enough. I know you needed time."

She gave the other a smile, a playful glint going over their eyes before they bent over to pick up their cat who had come outside, you won't be escaping today Mister. Holding the small animal close to their chest, they made sure to pet his head softly. "What if it was a pun?" She asked as she looked back at the other again, playfulness quickly replaced by concern as she caught the look going over the other's face.

She didn't like seeing her youngest brother like this, she didn't like seeing any of her siblings like this, the idea of him being sad didn't sit right with her and she knew exactly why it was too. If she ever got her hands on that punk, she swore he wouldn't see the light of day again. But she wouldn't mention him to her brother, let alone ever speak his name in general and thus tried another approach: "I know I'm not the funniest, but my joke wasn't that bad, right?"

As the pair made their way inside, Sunshine closed and locked the door behind them, setting her cat back down as she hummed in thought at the other's question. "I should have some chocolate, let me just put some milk on the stove," they winked at the other, making their way to the small kitchen.

"Please ignore the mess, I've been redecorating," she said over her shoulder to the other as she motioned to some boxes standing around the place. As she made quick work of heating up the milk in a pot, she pulled two mugs out of a cabinet. "Where do you wanna sit? Kitchen? Living room?"

The entire time he waited on the front steps of Sunshine's house, Ocean was nervous. He kept shifting from side to side, worried she'd be mad at him. While she knew that he was living in Cardinal Hill, and while they'd seen each other a couple of times, he'd kind of been avoiding her. Ocean knew that wasn't fair - his sister had never done anything but love him - but it was just so hard to be around her sometimes because he hated the thought of her seeing how broken he had become. But Sunshine didn't deserve him distancing himself from her, not when all she had ever done was try to take care of him. And Ocean missed and loved his sister, so it was high time he tried to get over these troubled thoughts.

After what seemed like forever but was less than a minute, Sunshine opened the door, and Ocean's first initial feeling at seeing his sister was happiness. She really lived up to her name, at least for him - Sunshine had always been so full of light. And then she called him that old familiar nickname, and Ocean broke into a wide smile, though his eyes welled up too. Some of that was happiness, but some of that was sorrow; Ocean missed when this was easier, when everything was easier. And he felt like he was mourning the person he used to be, a person who was gone, never to return. "It's me," Ocean confirmed, not that Sunshine needed that since it hadn't been that long since they'd seen each other.

Once Sunshine was hugging him though, it was easy to focus only on that. He hugged his sister back, arms tight around them, and he smiled against her shoulder. "I missed you," he whispered, and he did. Pulling away, Ocean apologized, "I'm sorry it took me so long to come. It's just...it just hasn't been easy for me since...you know." He didn't want to say Aaron's name out loud, though Sunshine - like Forest - likely hated Ocean's ex despite not living on the commune during the time of their relationship. That was probably a good thing - for Aaron that is because both Sunshine and Forest would have kicked his ass most likely. Upon hearing Sunshine's comment, Ocean grinned brightly, asking, "Was that a pun? Since I haven't come around very much? You know...not getting enough sunshine." A second later, Ocean sighed. "That was stupid," he whispered, feeling his mood plummet. But he didn't want to feel that way, so Ocean refocused on Sunshine. "Do you have hot chocolate?" Ocean asked as he stepped into the house.

[a-chaotic-dumbass]

Man, fuck finding a partner, im ganna go live in a cottage in the woods with 6 cats, and i'll be known as the witch of the woods that will sometimes goes out to get more cats and to buy more art suplies.

[thehornydruid]

I wanna live in a little cottage with trinkets and bones lining shelves in my home, drink tea and stare longingly out my window where my crystals and sea shells sit, as it rains on my garden full of herbs and flowers making them grow beautifully. With my cat.

[thedelolos]

neverafter ep. 4live thoughts

okay here are my live thoughts from neverafter ep. 4 under the cut

Live thoughts on Neverafter 4

The opening didn’t change?? I hope that this means good things for the party 

THEY STARTED WITH BRENNAN ALONE ufbbuw Like you can just tell by the audio quality change (there aren’t any other people to reverb against so the mic sounds flatter)

YES GEPPETTO

WE ARE GETTING TIMELOOP? HVGJHKGHHKT

SOLO PLAY

“Hey lou, you wanna come play some dnd?”

“I don’t know, cause it feels like you’ll kill me again”

This is great truly

Wait are we getting like? An episode of solo sessions?? That’s really cool tbh

I will be making a lou reaction image because these facial expressions that he’s making are really good Poor pinocchio, i can’t imagine being in this state 

“While the world was changing, the rules were not” i think that line is actually really powerful, like it’s small. But i think it is central to pinocchio as a character. 

WHO’S THIS??

WE GOT A CRICKET

Where’s my ghost cricket art 

Yooo Pinocchio ghost 

One man’s dead is another man’s alive

Pinocchio is so sad and i feel bad for him 

“With that attitude it might just stay different”

Strings?? Stepmother again? 

Wait was that the door behind brennan?? That’s really cool 

Gosh Stepmother is terrifying 

A missing doorknob?? He actually got the door knob.

WAIT BRO DON’T TELL HER BRO 

‘YOU WERE FRUENDS”

NO THE NOSE 

Give me the knife

Untranslusent 

The long arm, this is really some other mother stuff 

Pinocchio gotta break that nose back off quick, he’s gonna have to lie if he wants to break free of her   

SNAPS THE NOSE OFF YOUR FACE YO WHAT

Yeah i’m officially terrified of her 

“Who do we know who has blood?”

NOOOOO SHE’S GONNA TAKE BLOOD FROM HIS DAD NOO

BRENNAN BIRD NOISES

NOOOO SHE USED HIS NOSE 

SHE’S SO EVIL AND MANIPULATIVE

No more Senator?? *cries*

“Dreamy – and all it cost was my father’s blood”

“The mice were not taken into consideration” no because nobody ever remember the mice

A NAT 20 AND NO ONE IS HERE TO CELEBRATE

Violence in Amanti?? 

Like the drawings in tim’s book?? Interesting. So it seems like she has some sway over the stories, if she can put him into a new one 

I’m really curious to see how things change for pib 

Dropped attachments? Dropped to all fours 

Follow the curiosity, become a truer version of yourself 

SPIRIT CAT 

Shedding your skin? 

Wait are they the same people who become different people in different tales? 

So the role of the cat is to subvert the story one way or another? 

Could Zac come back as the rabbit or the fox? 

“Not all shit’s the same buddy” 

Cat i love you never change 

New boots and cape, a darker story? 

A little less paddington lol  

A ring and daggers, inchresting 

Wolf’s fang daggers

She awakes back in her bed, fresh flowers in the the vase. Wait are we finally gonna get to meet cindy?? 

Yo this armor is cool as hell 

“We’re somewhere a little unfinished”

“We can die more often than most people”

Poor Rosamund

So do Rosamund and Cinderella and Snow

Destiny is a project by the fairies 

This line about the coat is epic 

So Rosamund is a Ranger 

Cinderella is an Eldritch Knight Fighter or Paladin maybe?

A Snow is a spellcaster, based on the learning line i’m gonna go wizard 

CRIT

DANG THESE NARRATIVE CRITS 

So the book has awakened the party?

 Many of the kinder worlds have already died, keep an eye out for witches and and especially fairies 

12 DANCING PRINCESSES??

So basically Snow and Cindy are creating a coalition of princesses 

7 fairies?? 

Wisdom as one of the gifts? That makes so much sense with rangers being wis casters

YOO She’s got the spindle now that’s so cool, i wonder if she can use that to put other people to sleep, like if it is attached to an arrow 

I wonder if Red and Pib are in the same woods, 

“you already killed me once?” is that how red got her curse?

I wonder if the cha check is gonna come up 

Ylfa i love you you silly little girl

“The only time you will accept to make your life worthwhile is forever” that’s metal brennan

“My grandma taught me how to shop” 

YLFA ASKING ABOUT JACK CRYING

Ylfa really do be like, “Can I call my grandma? I’d like to phone a friend”

YLFA I’M CRYING SHE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS WORLD

“There’s a part of her that ate the wolf too” grandma got grandma swag 

I really hope that the warmth on the cloak is a protection enhancement or something bc if were gonna open ylfa’s bottleneck again then she’s gotta have a higher AC lol 

Blood in the water oh no 

MURPH NAT 1 

YO IT’S PINOCCHIO’S FAIRY

I’m very suspicious of her 

Mmmm nope i’m here for the princess revolution i don’t trust the fairies 

NOPE DO NOT TELL THIS FAIRY ABOUT THE BOOK 

“If anything this is a sequel” lol

So Elody is part of the princess pact (yes that is what i am calling the princesses now)

DO NOT GIVE THIS SHARD

I don’t think she can touch the glass because it’s an artifact to go in the book 

Wait so did gerard never get turned human in this new story?

Curious to see how ally’s play through is different because mother goose is the holder of the book 

“Run afoul” i’m crying brennan

Mother goose is preserving the stories in the way they should be and leaving them happy?

So jack is not mother goose’s son in this world So that is how this world will be darker for mother goose, because his son won’t be his son there 

So the gander is satan and the goose is god? 

WAIT WAS I RIGHT ABOUT MOTHER GOOSE’S SUBCLASS?? COLLEGE OF SPIRITS WOULD BE SO GOOD IF THEY CAN JUST SUMMON STORIES FROM THE BOOK 

Maybe it’s a modified version of the subclass with the stories as new homebrewed tale from beyond options to choose from 

I think i trust the goose? Because the goose doesn’t seem to want to control the stories 

“You view all the world as your children” crying 

“It’s a very safe waiting room”

Extra spells known?? Intriguing, hopefully more crowd control and heals 

“The book is not as special as the man who holds it” 

Yay everyone back to the table!!

That was a really good episode, i’m really glad that we have this timeloop this is gonna be a fun season

[thespianinthebackcorner]

Tall or Short // Spicy or Sweet // Cute or Cool // City or Country // Mountains or Ocean // Forest or Desert // Witch or Knight // Vampire or Werewolf // Cats or Dogs // Outdoors or Indoors // Speed or Strength // Brains or Brawn // Fangs or Claws // Wings or Tail // Chaos or Order // Hot or Cold // Together or Alone // Books or Television // Close Combat or Faraway Sniping // Electricity or Ice // You or Me // Fluffy or Smooth // Firm or Soft // Black or White // Day or Night // Spring or Fall // Summer or Winter // Men or Women (Or the secret third option: Neither) // Rice or Bread // Meat or Vegetables // Short Sleeves or Long Sleeves // Sweaters or Jackets // Pastel or Neon // Friends or Family // Purse or Backpack // Competitive or Casual // Silk or Faux Fur // Sporty or Prep // Money or Love // Life or Death // Sky or Earth // Think or Leap

So, funny story, we do would you rathers to take the roll in my drama class. I've done several of these before. And I'm the type to not shut up and fully talk over my decisions, so I'm gonna do that here.

@reiayanamiisbestgirl

Tall or short: well, I'm tall, and I like being tall since it gives me ammo against my friends and my sibling. So tall.

Spicy or Sweet: Splatfest! Didn't play but I'm a white Australian girl with British heritage so you can probably guess how low my spice tolerance is. So. Sweet ftw all the way!!!

Cute or cool: hard!!! But I think cool fits the stuff I like better. Unless it comes to men- *shot*

City or country: I live in the city! Well, sort of. Suburban. But yeah, if it's not boring as hell then city all the way.

Mountains or ocean: I've never been to mountains so I wanna go up there. Ocean gets boring after a while and also your dad sniping you from behind with wet seaweed isn't a recoverable piece of trauma /j

Forest or desert: eh. Forests have more creative room for me, so forest.

Witch or knight: I WANNA LEARN MAGIC

Vampire or Werewolf: drama class one! I'm not sacrificing garlic bread for shapeshifting. Werewolf

Cats or dogs: I'm allergic to cats but I love them anyway.

Outdoors or indoors: it's cold outside. Indoors please

Speed or strength: I have hypermobility, so strength would be really fun. I could be Mitsuri Kanroji

Brains or brawn: give me the brains to get through high school please

Fangs or claws: claws I think are more useful and threatening. So.

Wings or tail: I wanna fly!

Chaos or order: take a good look at me and tell me I'd pick anything other than chaos. No I'm not saying that just because Chaos won final fest, I would deadass pick chaos order is boring

Hot or cold: it's cold outside. Hot please

Together or alone: explaining this would go a bit deeper into my mental issues than I'd like

Books or television: let me sniff the paper. I love books

Close combat or faraway sniping: my experiences with Splatterscope yesterday have taught me one thing and it's that close combat is more fun. Also hammers

Electricity or Ice: I've always loved both but I love flashy things so electricity. In case y'all haven't noticed powerful threats are my jam

You or me: explaining this would also go a bit deeper into my mental issues than I'd like

Fluffy or smooth: floof

firm or soft: floof

Black or White: I don't particularly like either, they're boring, but black goes better with more colours.

day or night: night sky my beloved

Summer or winter: it's cold outside. Summer please

Men or women: I fw the girls y'know what I mean

Rice or bread: GARLIC BREAD

Meat or vegetables: I love me some meatballs

Short sleeves or long sleeves: I like being able to move my arms, so short. Unless theyre ruffled sleeves like Xingqiu's then I'm in love

sweaters or jackets: let me unzip at the front and put it on my shoulders like Howl and tie it around my waist and all those things. Jackets ftw

Pastel or neon: pastel is cute but gets boring after a bit. Neon stays winning

Friends or family: I know I was on Family for Frostyfest but that was just for frye. Friends all the way

Purse or backpack: backpacks can just carry so much more. Also I like the word

Comp or casual: comp is boring. Casual lets me fuck around

silk or faux fur: god this was hard because I hate both for their own reasons. But silk gives me less sensory issues so I'm going silk

Sporty or prep: I don't know what this means but sporty generally isn't my thing so...

Money or love: explaining this would again go a bit deeper into my mental issues than I'd like

Life or death: life is just more exciting rn.

Sky or earth: let me earthbend

Think or leap: I don't think I'm legally allowed to say I would think I'm the most reckless bitch alive

If you've read this far for some reason thank you for the patience :)

THIS OR THAT?

Highlight your choice in your signature color. You cannot choose more than one option. Think hard and choose wisely.

Tall or Short // Spicy or Sweet // Cute or Cool // City or Country // Mountains or Ocean // Forest or Desert // Witch or Knight // Vampire or Werewolf // Cats or Dogs // Outdoors or Indoors // Speed or Strength // Brains or Brawn // Fangs or Claws // Wings or Tail // Chaos or Order // Hot or Cold // Together or Alone // Books or Television // Close Combat or Faraway Sniping // Electricity or Ice // You or Me // Fluffy or Smooth // Firm or Soft // Black or White // Day or Night // Spring or Fall // Summer or Winter // Men or Women (Or the secret third option: Neither) // Rice or Bread // Meat or Vegetables // Short Sleeves or Long Sleeves // Sweaters or Jackets // Pastel or Neon // Friends or Family // Purse or Backpack // Competitive or Casual // Silk or Faux Fur // Sporty or Prep // Money or Love // Life or Death // Sky or Earth // Think or Leap

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Anyone who sees this may also join :)

[rick-rayson]

Subway Cereal (Klarion x Robin!Reader)

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Klarion gets kicked out of the Teen Titans after a mission gone wrong. You decide to seek out your former teammate.

The existence of concern for a certain witch boy did not exist within the hearts of your fellow Teen Titans members. Only such a feeling lived within you.

So when the other Teen Titans finally put their feet down and declared through gritted fists, "You are no longer a Teen Titan." To the boy, Klarion was happy to leave.

You, however, were not so happy. And so without as much of a second thought, you sought out your friend. The sound of a can crumpling under your feet and the blinding lights that struck you as a train passed filled you with sudden homesickness. This wasn't home, not to you, not with this scent that made your nose crinkle and your hand reach for your mouth.

"Filthy isn't it?" You turned your head and locked eyes with the familiar witch boy just as you were struck with high wind from another passing train.

"How odd," you muttered.

"What is?" Klarion beckoned you closer.

"Two have passed. None have stopped." You replied before stepping closer to the boy to be met with a tap on your shoulder. A plume of purple smoke made an appearance when he tapped you and long dissipated into the cold air.

"Because they don't know of the stations existence, and now they won't know yours." A smile crept to Klarions lips.

"Always know how to make things sound nefarious, don't you?" You'd managed a hearty chuckle out of the boy. Your face contorted in confusion as you felt a sudden weight on the top of your foot. There sitting below you, an orange cat, its fur flowing upwards and its chest pompous, its body appeared to have been made of the finest fur.

Teekl.

"A low move to have stuck a tracker on my back." Klarion picked up his furry familiar and flashed an expression so whiny it reminded you of a cartoon character.

"Yeah sorry, but you gotta hand it to me." You tapped onto the yellow 'R' symbol neatly pressed onto your costume. "It is something a member of the Bats would do."

"You're a bird, not a bat." Klarion rolled his eyes before walking to a wall and waving his hand, the sound of incoherent whispers leaving his mouth before a large hole in the wall suddenly came to vision.

"You better not have come here just to ask me to join the Team Toddlers again! Better not be because they want something from me!" Klarion fixed himself a bowl of what looked to be sugary cereal, he wolfed down a spoonful before sitting on a makeshift bed of his creation.

"I'm here because I want to speak to my friends. are my friends. okay?" You noticed his movements halt for a brief moment, he was tossing around the contents in his bowl and swirling the spoon to make a rather obnoxious noise. With his free hand he pet Teekl behind the ears, earning soft mewls from the feline.

"They're alright. Now are you done?" Klarion's brows furrowed for a moment when you sat next to him, his eyes kept glued to his bowl. The chill of the bowl evaporating with the heat of his fingers.

"And are we okay?" You wanted to reach out. He knew this. He knows that you care. But he doesn't know what that means.

"We are." His sentence ended in a whisper, but it was enough to put a smile on your face. He blinked continuously before realizing that you'd placed your hand on his shoulder. When he turned his face to meet yours he didn't expect to be met with such warmth.

"About what happened-" Klarion ripped out of your loose grip at the sound of your words.

"I did what was right. I did what the others were too afraid to do." He had spat, chowing down on more cereal to stop himself from blowing a fuse.

"I don't doubt you think what you did was right, Klarion. But we are supposed to be heroes, Titans. And we are not judge, jury, or executioner." You replied.

"That doesn't stop the police and look at them!" Klarion remarked followed a scoff.

"Exactly, and do you really wanna be compared to Owens at GCPD?" You raised a brow.

"I...oh." Klarion registered your words and found himself in genuine awe. "Oh goodness, Y/N, I think you're onto something."

You began to beam as the tension you once felt subsided gradually by the passing second. "I know, right? Why would anyone wanna be like ol' Owens? I saw that guy use the toilet paper under his shoe as a tissue!"

"Gross!" Klarion chuckled after he made a look of disgust. When the laughter had died down Klarion found himself at a loss for words. And perhaps words weren't needed in this situation, the silence was comfortable. Klarion found himself questioning if he should break it.

"Let's be frank, I never really suited the Titans."

"Yeah you really didn't." You responded almost too quickly that it caused Klarion to pout. Harsh, but true.

"Let me finish!" He placed Teekl on his lap before duplicating another bowl for you, a spoon soon appeared in your hand and the cereal was already inside the bowl. You took the liberty of pouring your own milk with the same carton Klarion had used, not before taking a peek at the expiration date.

"I'm better off lonely." He said.

"You're better off alone, I'll give you that. But no one is ever better off lonely, Klarion. Not even you." You were closer with Klarion than the rest. You were the only one in the Teen Titans that ever wanted to get to know him. Klarion Bleak. And despite the fact he's well aware of that, you still managed to reduce him speechless.

Your sincerity, he finds it sickening. He knows you care, but he asks himself again: what does that mean?

Will he find the answer by looking into your eyes? Will they let him know? Or lead him astray?

What will he do when he realizes they already have?

"No one's ever said that to me before." His words came out a whisper, laced with feelings he knew not the existence of.

"Well I'm telling you now." You had hit him gently on the elbow, but you didn't know the fact you'd hit him on the inside too. He's not used to this. Being cared about so much.

"You know... You are.." Klarion's lips parted, "You're alright, Y/n." He gulped, just alright? Why couldn't he say anything else? Stupid.

"Thanks, you're alright too." You snorted at his speechless form. It was a sight to see. You felt warmth in your chest, akin to sipping a hot drink on a rainy day.

You hadn't even noticed the distance between you and Klarion was gone, and you'd found yourselves sitting shoulder to shoulder as you ate. Teekl was curiously eyeing Klarion, of which the boy desperately tried to avoid.

"Oh—fine! You're more than alright. You're good. You're kind. You're.. you're-" Klarion made gestures with his hands, it took you a great effort to not laugh in his face about it. As he finished he brought a hand to his heart. "Perhaps I was upset about being ostracized from the Titans, and- and not because the getting kicked out part but maybe because—"

"You'd miss me." You answered boldly, half of you was joking, the other half hoped you were right. Klarion's face felt hot, and his ears changed a different shade. Teekl was enjoying this thoroughly.

"And.. is that okay?" He coughed up the courage to meet your eyes once again. "If I did miss you?"

It lasted for a moment. And only a moment. But Klarion wished for it to last much, much longer. Your lips on his cheek made his heart lurch and his eyes go wide, and when you pulled back he got a whiff:

Sugary cereal.

[holylulusworld]

Chocolate Chip

Summary: A witch. A spell. A guinea pig.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader; Dean Winchester x Chocolate Chip

Warnings: language, angst, adorable Dean, possessive Dean, I love guinea pigs, so does Dean, fun, fluff

A/N: I had a weird dream after one of my guinea pigs died a few weeks ago. I turned into a gp and Dean took care of me.

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“SONOFABITCH!” you cry, chasing after the second witch only to feel strange out of the blue. You know the bitch you killed first chanted a spell and that you got hit, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what was about to happen to you. “NO, DEAN!”

“Sweetheart?” Dean gapes at you, eyes widened in surprise or terror – you can’t define his facial reaction right now, too busy to shrink in yourself, feeling your clothes slide off your body until you end up on the ground. “Fuck, Y/N!”

“Dean! Y/N! I got the second witch,” Sam pants, running into the room only to find you in Dean’s hands, well what’s left of you. “A guinea pig? Dean, we don’t have time to play with pets.”

“T-that’s Y/N!” while you look up at Dean, a high-pitched squeal leaves your mouth. You purr rubbing your cheek against his warm hand. “Uh—I think she likes it when I hold her.”

“Wait—What? This can’t be Y/N,” looking at the guinea pig in his brother’s hands Sam furrows his brows. “We don’t have time for bad jokes either, Dean.”

“How shall I name her?” Dean carefully picks your flannel up to wrap you in the warm fabric. “Any suggestions, Sammy?”

“Dean, you can’t give Y/N a new name. We need to find out how the witch turned Y/N,” Sam tuts while his brother carefully presses you to his chest.

“She likes me, look,” while you happily squeak, excited Dean finally gives you the attention you always wanted, Sam sighs deeply. “I will call her Chocolate Chip from now on.”

Looking up at Dean you squeak again, liking the new name. Even though you can’t speak, you want Dean to know you appreciate he cares for you.

“No, you won’t call Y/N like that. Let’s look around the house, maybe I can find a reverse spell or something.”

“She’s so cute. Furry and all,” Dean snickers, but he presses a soft kiss to your head. “We gotta find a way to turn you back into your old self, until then, I’ll take care of you, Chocolate Chip.”

“Okay, we got hay, water, green stuff, and fresh cut grass, Chocolate Chip,” Dean built a compound only for you. It occupies most of the floor in his room, but he doesn’t care. “Look, I got a nice house for you to hide too, sweetheart.”

“Dean, stop talking to Y/N as if she’s a pet,” Sam watches you happily run around the compound, squeaking when you scent the fresh grass Dean cut for you. 

“But she’s so cute,” Dean kneels in front of the compound, watches you chew on the grass. “Can’t I keep her?”

“Y/N is human and guinea pigs live like eight years max! Do you want her to die?” head-snapping toward his brother to meet his gaze Dean tries to push the panic bubbling up back down.

“No, of course not. Lemme just take care of Y/N while you look for a spell,” Dean carefully pats your head, smiling when you purr in response. “Aw, she loves me. Don’t you Chocolate Chip? You love your daddy.”

“That sounded wrong on so many levels,” shuddering Sam looks at you feast on the grass. “I’ll go and check on the next spellbook.”

“That’s my Baby, she purrs like a cat for me, Chocolate Chip,” watching his brother carry you around Sam snickers silently. “Look, there’s Sammy. We like him.”

“Dean, Y/N knows your car and me.”

“You can’t know that Sam. What if the witch stole her memories too?” Dean smirks when you nuzzle in his chest, squeaking when he runs his fingers over your furry back. “Look at my cute little piggie. You can keep on researching while I look for food for her.”

“Maybe we should get her a second guinea pig. I know you should never have only one,” turning around like in slow motion, his eyes narrowed, jaw clenching Dean glares at his brother.

“No other pig will touch my Chocolate Chip! What if you get a guy and he gets her pregnant? We can’t let my girl have their babies!”

“Dean—” laughing Sam looks at you in his brother’s hands. “I didn’t want her to be alone, is all.”

“She’s not alone,” Dean grunts. “Chocolate Chip has me, now take your hands off my guinea pig and find a way to turn her back into a girl…”

“I bet Sammy can turn you back, sweetheart,” looking at you get comfortable on his chest, Dean smiles. “You’ve got a nice nose, Chocolate Chip. I bet you can smell me with it.”

(“Squeak”), lifting your head you try to answer Dean but all you get out is another squeaking sound.

“I get it,” he pats your head, careful to not hurt you. “You can’t understand me right now, but I want you to know that I’ll do anything to protect you. If Sammy can’t find a way to turn you back into a girl, I’ll build you a bigger compound and get you furry friends, promised.”

“Promised?” looking up at Dean you smirk. “I will take you up on that promise, Winchester.”

“Y/N,” Dean gasps, arms immediately wrapping around your body. “Uh—erm,” he clears his throat, tries to not look at you. “You are kinda naked.”

“Yeah, my fur is gone, and you didn’t give me clothes yet, Dean,” pecking his chin you try to purr one last time. “You took good care of me. Thank you, Dean.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he swallows thickly, looks down at you one last time before he stretches one arm to reach the abandoned flannel on his bed. “I’ll get you something to wear, Y/N. We don’t want Sammy to spy on you.”

“Aw, you’re still taking good care of me,” you sigh happily, head resting against Dean’s shoulder. “By the way, I understood every word, Dean…”

“Three?” eying the guinea pigs you got for Dean said hunter smirks. “How’d you wanna name them, sweetheart?”

“Uh—the one over there is a guy, but don’t worry,” whispering the male guinea pig got castrated you smirk when Dean sighs deeply. “We don’t want them to get pregnant Dean.”

“Poor guy,” Dean looks at the male pet, shaking his head lightly. “I’ll name you Impala, buddy. I think that’s a great name for a brave pig.”

“What about the girls? We could name one Chocolate Chip?” 

“No, that’s your name, Y/N. I will name one Pie and the other Burger,” you chortle, even snort a little but Dean ignores your outburst while feeding the little pets. “Look, they like my food.”

“Yeah, they like you, Dean,” taking Dean’s hand you squeeze it tightly. “Just like me—”

“I know you like me, sweetheart,” snickering Dean wraps one arm around your shoulders, still watching the guinea pigs. “Me, my food, and that I’ll always take care of you. My sweet little Chocolate Chip…”

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[buckysouvenir]

right next door (chapter one)

summary: you just moved to a new apartment. living alone for the first time makes everything seems overwhelming. till you find a little peace with someone else's company. or is it really peace?

pairing: neighbor!bucky barnes x reader.

warnings: none yet.

word count: 782

author's note: i believe this is the first series i've ever written. i'm so excited for this cause i've been thinking about this plot for a while now. it's good to put in to work. hope you're all with me in this journey.

more of my writing if interested.

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you know what? i kinda do miss my parents house. or the apartment i shared with my friends. since i moved to live by myself things started going crazy. maybe i should've waited till the end of college to do this like everyone in my life advised me to.

but i don't like following advice. people should know that. monica and wanda should've locked me in my old room. now THAT would've helpful.

you know what's not helpful? this empty building. i swear ghosts live here. i've been living here for 2 weeks and barely heard any noise.

of course that seems peaceful, that was my first thought when i decided i would move here. but i come home everyday, with so many books, and bags, and groceries and not one soul has appeared to help me up the stairs. 

at this point i've given up. i'm a strong girl, i can do this by myself. it's a mantra i've been saying 80 times a day these past few weeks.

i reach my apartment door, this time with my keys already in hand but still failing to balance everything while opening the door.

i grunt.

"do you need help?"i hear a voice on the other side of the hallway.

i jump a little from the scare. i didn't even see anyone. weird.

i turn around and see a guy with short hair, dressed in full black, multiple layers of clothing, and blue eyes gazed at me. standing at what i assume, his doorway slighted open, like he just got home too.

"no, no. thank you" i smile.

"you sure?"

"yeah" 

that's when i notice the small white furry animal with also blue eyes, with their face peeking out of the guy's door. 

"oh my god!!! hii" i say, with a softer voice. the cat meows back. "oh wow, you're educated, he did a good job with you"

i hear the guy let out a small laugh.

"no… i got him not that long ago. he's well educated by himself… you sure you don't want help?" he says, coming into my direction.

"yeah don't worry i got this, look" i already unlocked the door, so i opened it with my foot "see?! i got this" 

i open my door slightly and put my stuff on the little bench i keep close to the door.

"wow you're a pro"

"after 2 weeks i got my shit together" i laugh a bit, when i hear the little footsteps coming into my direction "oh hi buddy… you wanna say hi to the neighbor?" 

i open the door a little more so he can see my cat, that when notices i'm not alone, runs really fast in the direction of mt bedroom.

i yell "hey that's not how i raised you"

he starts laughing at his door. "he's not that social, i can see… what's his name?"

"yeah he doesn't anyone besides me i guess" i let a small laugh "mike. it's a character from a tv show that i like. what's yours?" 

"he's alpine" he says, grabbing the cat.

oh. he doesn't care about the cats fur on his clothes. nice.

"i guess his name is self explanatory" i let out a chuckle at his commentary.

"it is. oh, i'm (y/n) by the way."

i say getting close to him. i wanted to give him a hand shake but the hand went straight to the cats head giving it a pet.

"you're james i guess" i say reading his dog tags that are around his neck.

"...how do you know that?" he looks at me with his brows furrowed. oh my god he still looks hot like that.

"your dog tags" i chuckle. "unless you're using someone elses dog tags"

"...oh" he gives a small smile. "yeah, it's james"

"i'm not a witch or a mind reader, relax" i laugh. "ok i need to go home now. it was nice meeting you. thank you for the offer to help. it's kind of rare around here i found out"

"nice meeting you too. and it was nothing, don't worry. if you need anything, i'm right next door" he says with a… different kind of smile.

oh so he is that kind of guy. alright. 

"ok. good night" 

"good night"

he says it back and we both close our doors.

i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding. 

well, maybe it was a good idea i wasn't locked in my old room now that i think about it.

i let out a little smile as i shake my head, grabbing my things to organize everything and do my night routine.