#if i may be so bold to say shes the most important piece in the whole game but because we see everything from the perspective of jimmy

[a-gay-little-cat]

grrrgrrrr mouthwashing

[monimccoythings]

How the other X-Men (97') would react to Logan's crush

I need more X-Men 97's Logan. Mostly Pre-established relationship. Just some rambles about some of the other X-men reacting to your mutual crushes because they are all a big family of busybodies lol.

tag: gender neutral reader (mostly)

You didn't have the best first meeting. You had accidentally drank the last of Logan's beers, and the burning anger in his eyes would take time to forget. You had felt so guilty afterwards that the next day he found a crate of imported beer in his bedroom.

When he first started developing a crush on you, Morph liked to tease him changing into you in different forms of suggestive positions wearing all kind of revealing lingerie, which made him blush. Hard. He tried to act all though pulling his claws out threateningly, but it was difficult to take him seriously when he was as red as a tomato.

He wasn't sure what started that crush, he guessed he started developing it without noticing. Maybe it was your good looks, your kind nature, your bright smile; who knew, but something about you drove him to you like a moth to a flame.

Ar first, Logan would be a bit conflicted due to his deeply rooted feelings for Jean. He felt like he was betraying her in some way, despite Jean being married to Scott. Unbeknowst to him, Jean, is one of the main supporters of his relationship with you and is always hijacking with Storm some way for you two to be together. Once, she got tired of your antics and practically psychically shoved you against him.

Storm is the chillest about it, unlike the overly enthusiastic Jean. She is very patient, she knows you'll end up together one way or another. She just has to wait. She still joins Jeans shenanigans because it's really fun.

Scott is more protective of you in a big brother way. He initially doesn't like that Logan has taken an interest in someone he had always seen as a little sibling. He knows how Logan can get, and how much he had pinned after Jean. He doesn't want him to hurt you, it would take a real genuine proof of his love for you to convince him. And something small wouldn't do, it has to be this big grand selfless gesture for him to actually believe it.

Charles, unlike Scott, thinks that you and Logan are a great match. You seem to bring the best out of each other. You calm Logan's never ending rage and Logan encourages you to be more bold and come out of your shell. You are like two puzzle pieces, you fit perfectly together.

Rogue is constantly teasing you about Logan. She has noticed how he gets more awkward when you're around, how he doesn't snark at you as much as he usually does to the others. If she didn't know better, she'd say he was being shy.

Remy is the one usually trying to give Logan advice on how to properly woo you, which usually goes ignored because of Logan's own pride and refusal to admit he has it deep for you.

Jubilee is a die-hard shipper. She gave you the most ridiculous ship name. Logan hates it. She, Storm, Remy, Rogue and Jean, usually meet up to discuss about you two like a bunch of teens. This is literally them on each meeting:

When you finally stop dancing around each other and start dating, he finds he's unable to keep his hands to himself. Watching you make breakfast, humming to yourself in an oversized T-Shirt and booty shorts that perfectly clinged to every delicious curve of your juicy ass like a second skin, put all of Logan's already thin self-control to test. Missions surveys get really awkward if he's seated next to you, his hand always finds its way to your thigh. Hank joked that he should give him 'the talk', which he took it as well as expected.

Roberto is the one who thinks 'what the hell do they see in him??'. He doesn't get how someone as cultured and kind as yourself would ever get interested in a caveman like Logan. But he keeps his thoughts to himself because he'd rather keep his head on his shoulders.

Logan may not know what started his crush, but he sure as hell knows when he realised he loved you. It wasn't a great sacrifice or something epic as anybody would expect. He just saw you doing the most mundane thing in the world, be it painting your nails, taking care of the garden, or getting to the best part of a book you've been reading. The second he saw that glint in your eyes and that joyful expression, he just knew.

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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Knackered & Insatiable

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Ghost swirled the drink in his glass before lifting his mask up just enough to sip his whiskey. The team had insisted on getting to know his wife before they returned to England and Ghost “stole her away forever”, as they’d put it. He knew damn well, now that she’d met everyone, there wasn’t a chance in Hell she would let that happen. And while he may put on a good show of being a grump about it, secretly, he was glad. It was almost nice to see her mingling with his frie–team over a few drinks (hers being a bottle of water) and a football (she would call it a “soccer ball”, but he digressed). 

He watched Soap, Gaz, and Freyja bobbing around the open space, kicking the ball back and forth, occasionally playing keep away. Gaz slid at her in an attempt to knock the ball loose from her control, which she swiftly countered and danced around him, laughing maniacally as the man shouted at her in protest. His lips tugged at the corner in a grin, shaking his head lightly at her antics.

She’d dressed down into her standard t-shirt but kept her boots and uniform pants on, her hair tied back out of her face. Without her gear or outerwear, even her oversized shirt, her bump protruded slightly where the shirt tucked into her belt. He’d been told that every person carried differently; her bump was small, due in part to her exercise regimen. God, he’d missed her.

He’d even been gracious enough to allow her time to gossip with his teammates, spilling (some) details about their relationship. How they met (work), who made the first move (classified), how Simon proposed (he didn’t); so gracious that he let a few embarrassing remarks slip past his radar.

Just a few.

“Did you know he has stretch marks–”

He whistled through his teeth. “Oi, watch it,” he warned, jerking his hand in front of his neck as to say ‘cut it’.

“But the stretch marks, Si!”

Ghost’s eyes traced her movements, wild hands pointing at her thighs, hips, underarms, and knees. He chastised her with a warning sound, and the three huddled together in whispers, no doubt continuing to quietly discuss topics they shouldn’t. He had a feeling he would be seeing a lot more of his fellow soldiers outside of the base. They eventually continued their game again.

Price took a seat next to him on the bench. Ghost said nothing. “How far along are you now?”

He took a deep breath, calming himself. Bold of Price to ask about the child he willingly endangered. “Fourteen weeks.”

John’s head bobbed, and he leaned back against the building behind them with his arms crossed. “Still struggling with the morning sickness, I see?”

That much was obvious. “The doctor said it should clear up soon. Usually only lasts ‘til ‘bout now,” he explained, still not meeting his eyes, choosing to follow his wife.

Silence passed between the two, the chirps of native bugs and shenanigans from the team filling the air.

The weight of his upper body on his forearms became uncomfortable, and Ghost sat back too. He sighed through his nose, keeping his sight forward. “I didn’t ask you not to call her for this job as your Lieutenant. I asked as your friend.”

John hesitated, mulling over the fact as he carefully chose his next words. He didn’t come up with much. “I know. I’m sorry.” What else was there to say?

Nothing.

Ghost nodded once, satisfied, and threw back the remains of his drink. The most important thing was that she was okay now. He knew the Captain was desperate for another player on that mission, and he was confident Price wouldn’t do it again.

Price seemed to understand that he had been forgiven. “Want another?”

“Negative, sir. She’ll lose steam in a minute.”

Sure enough, as predicted, she gave up her game and relented the ball to Kyle. Soap cheered with his arms in the air, sloshing his beer a bit with the motion. Freyja looked over her shoulder at him and raised a brow, eyes shifting toward their building. He acknowledged her request as she wished the others a good night's rest, rising to follow her to bed. Ghost fell into step a few paces behind her when a sharp whistle caught his ear. He turned his shoulder to look, and saw Soap with his hand out, gripping an imaginary leash with his tongue out as Gaz walked ahead of him like a dog.

He flipped them off and continued behind her.

~*~

The minute they returned to his quarters, Freyja had thrown herself down onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, not even bothering to strip out of her uniform. Ghost took her idea and, in his uniform, carefully straddled her waist. He offered her each of his hands, and she immediately went to work removing his gloves, smiling warmly at him. She gingerly traced the outline of his lips through his mask, a questioning look in her eyes. He accepted and tilted his chin up, allowing her to slip under the edge of the mask, drawing it up and off his head, leaving him with just the black paint on his face. Freyja plopped it on the headboard above them with his gloves.

“There he is.” Her cheeks were warm and rosy from the dry heat of the area, and all of the jogging she did outside.

“Hi, sweethear’.”

She tugged him down by his blonde locks at the nape of his neck, capturing his lips in hers. He dropped his weight onto his forearms, keeping away from her belly while his lips moved slowly against hers. A month had passed since he saw her, let alone touched her. However, when she nipped fiercely at his bottom lip, pulling a soft moan from Simon–

“Love,” he groaned, forcing himself to break away, as much as it pained him. “I don’t have it in me right now. I’m absolutely knackered.”

Freyja turned up a brow at him. “Wow. I’ve never heard that one before. Are you okay?” she asked, rubbing her thumbs against his cheekbones.

His head leaned into her touch, melting in the palms of her hands. The effect she had on him was something he’d never experienced before and was what drew him to the soldier. Quick and cunning, skilled and strong, but also impossibly loving and soft and gentle. Nobody had ever shown him the kind of attention she did, and he found himself craving it when they would inevitably separate for deployment. 

He didn’t want to argue with his wife again after not seeing each other for so long, but the pit in Simon’s chest wasn’t budging either. Simon sighed and turned his head, pressing a kiss to her fingers. “I was serious when I said I’m pissed.”

“Simon, I know I shouldn’t have–”

“No, just– let me talk.” He brushed a loose hair from her forehead. “I…I don’t ask much of you. I asked – no, told you to do one thing. To stay home and protect our baby.”

Her brows pinched together, maintaining eye contact with him. “Simon, I can take care of myself,” she whispered, a bit confused.

“I know you can. I’ve seen you in the field, seen what you can do. You’re capable of slaughtering dozens of men at a time without breaking a sweat.” Simon rolled his shoulders to move off of her, laying on his back to stare at the ceiling. He rarely got so upset with her, if ever. Even rarer that he became a stuttering mess that couldn’t string a sentence together properly. He hated the feeling. “Why did you do tha’? What if you’d gotten hurt? What if someone comes after you when I’m not around? Wh–”

“Stop. You’re spiraling again.” Freyja turned onto her side, worried eyes studying his features. He’d picked up the habit since the pregnancy tests (seven of them to be exact) turned positive. “I–I know I messed up. I’m so, so sorry, Si. I didn’t…didn’t want to hurt you. I promise I won’t go out again. I just–” Her eyes watered, and she dragged the heel of her palm against the dampness on her cheek. “I’m h-having such a hard time. I love this baby, but I feel so–so useless just sitting at home.”

Oh, sweetheart… “Budge up,” Simon muttered, his voice gravelly as he tapped her thigh and scooched down a bit himself. His right arm slipped under her hip while the other tugged her shirt up to reveal their growing baby. Simon smiled softly at the sight and peppered kisses all over her bump. He eventually nuzzled into her chest and draped her leg over his hip before wrapping that arm around her waist. “I’m sorry I ‘aven’t been round. I know how much you miss work. But just look at this precious thing you’re making, Frey; you’re creating a whole person in there. My strong, drop-dead gorgeous wife and beautiful son–”

“Or daughter.”

Simon’s deep chuckle vibrated against her chest and belly, warmth blooming there. “Right. Or daughter,” he pressed another kiss to her chest. “You’re the strongest person I know. Just you watch. I’ll be home for a good long while now; we can work something out with Price, and get you some desk duty so you’re not sat at home twiddlin’ your thumbs all day. Keep you busy, yeah?”

Freyja nodded in agreement, smiling down at her husband. “Okay,” she croaked, sniffling a bit.

“Good. Now go to sleep, love. I really am knackered.”

“I love you, Simon.”

“I love you too, Frey.”

~*~

Soap rapped his knuckles against the door for his Lieutenant’s quarters after (again) failing to locate Captain Riley in hers. He waited for a breath and was about to knock again when he heard an affirming grunt from the other side of the door.

“Aye, if I see any naked bodies–” He poked his head into the room, finding the two tangled up in each other. Fully clothed, thankfully. He barely caught the bare strip of Simon’s cheek from his angle. He immediately piped down when he realized she was still sleeping. “Lieutenant?”

“Wot?” he grumbled, not moving from his comfortable position. Soft and warm.

John remained silent, eyes shifting between Simon and the sleeping body next to him.

“What do you need, Sergeant.”

“I don’t want to wake ‘er, sir,” he whispered in a hushed voice. He truly didn’t want to face the consequences of waking a pregnant Riley. He was, however, less worried about the wrath of his Lieutenant and more about his other half.

Simon turned his chin up slightly, focusing on her steady, soft breaths and even heartbeat. In the first weeks of her pregnancy, before leaving for deployment, she had taken to sleeping like a rock. Obviously, that fact was still true. He settled back into her t-shirt.

“She’s fine. Speak.”

Soap hesitated but took his word for it. “Ah, Captain said we’re good to go. Wheels up in thirty.”

He grunted again, still unmoving. ”Alright. We’ll be ready.”

He could sense the Scot still stuck in his doorway, continuing to disturb his peace, and his irritation grew. “Quit hoverin’, Johnny. I said we’ll be ready. Get out,” he all but growled.

“Sorry, sir.” Soap turned to leave but stopped himself. “Almost fo’got, wanted to give ya’s a warnin’, it’s pishin’ it doon out there.”

His patience had grown thin and irritability impossibly higher. “Speak. English.”

Soap’s mouth opened with a turned lip, just about to quip a snarky retort–

“It’s raining fuckin’ hard.”

His eyes blew wide, jaw dangled loosely, staring at the previously silent form the soft, sleepy voice came.

“Thank you, love.”

“I—How— Beg your pardon?” John stuttered, pointing between Freyja and Ghost in utter shock.

Her grip on her husband tightened with a groan, eyes fluttering as she tried to adjust to the morning light. “What? What did I do?” she mumbled, curving her back inward to stretch, her neck popping.

“But–I don’t– You know Scots?”

“Oh. I suppose. Cannae ge’ the accent righ’, though,” she said, exhibiting what was indeed her very poor attempt at a Scottish accent.

Still, he gawked at them, unmoving. He eventually snapped out of his reverie, a wicked smile creeping onto his face. “Jesus, I’m sorry Lt. but I think I’m gettin’ hard,” he teased, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his teeth.

Simon blindly reached for the mask above his head, scooting up a bit for a quick kiss before slipping it on. The black war paint around his eyes remained, but more worn and smudged with sleep. The Sergeant Oooh’d in the background. “Johnny, what did I tell you ‘bout flirting wit’ my wife?” He swung his legs over the side of the bed in a sitting position.

Freyja followed him, sitting up and pressing her chest against Simon’s back. She wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her palms across his sternum and abdomen, fingers dipping into the ridges of his muscles. “Simon, you really shouldn’t make threats you don’t intend to keep,” she pressed her lips against the warm skin at the back of his neck. He hummed softly, leaning back into her.

“Who said I won’t?”

“Alright, alright, I’m not tryna cock-block,” Soap threw his hands up in defense, backing out of the doorway. “I’m goin’. Tarmac in thirty.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the couple alone again. Simon moved to stand but was immediately restricted by her arms and legs as she whined. “Can I help you?” he asked, settling back down and glancing at her over his shoulder.

Freyja rose to her knees and tugged at his shirt, untucking it from his waistband. “Maybe,” she said against the side of his throat. “Depends.”

“On?”

“Are you Simon,” her fingers pressed into his waist. She licked a stripe on his thrumming pulse before closing her mouth over the spot, sucking generously. Simon hissed through his teeth and dropped his head against her shoulder. “Or Ghost?”

“God, you are insatiable.”

“Only when you don’t give me what I want.”

“And wha’s that?”

“Been a while since you fucked me stupid, yeah?”

A deep growl tore from him, and he whipped around, pouncing on her. The balaclava and skull plate flew across the room. His lips crushed hers, teeth and tongues smashing together. Rough fingers wrapped around her throat, holding her down to the mattress as he leaned over her. “Your British is fuckin’ shit.”

“Mmm, what’re you gonna do about it?” she challenged, smirking against his mouth. She loved instigating him, even more so now that her hormones were through the roof. The last week at home had been almost unbearable. 

Freyja’s eyelids flickered at the sudden pressure, not enough to cut off oxygen but enough to effectively shut her up. She felt her walls flutter at the sensation, a puddle forming in her underwear.

“Good girl,” Simon practically purred, dragging his lips down to the underside of her chin, nipping at the skin, followed by a soothing lick at the affected spot. His free hand crawled down her body, rising and falling over the various curves before stopping at her pants. “Is this what you want?”

She nodded vigorously, so he swiftly unfastened the fatigues and dove his hand in. “Mmm, so needy for me. I’ve barely even started, sweetheart,” he slipped two fingers through her soaked lips, sucking a bruise at her throat. He ground his aching bulge against the edge of the bed, searching for some relief. Simon swirled tight but lazy circles around her clit with her collected juices, getting a muffled moan. “Like that?”

“Mhm…”

“Use your words, Frey.”

“F-Fuck– Need you, Si, n-now.”

He cocked his head to the side, releasing her throat to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Already? I’m feelin’ a bit, peckish love. Not gonna let me have a taste?” He slid down to his knees, nibbling down over her t-shirt and pulling the zipper of her pants.

“NO!” She shouted, and his eyes shot up to hers with a brow quirked. “N-No, I need you to fuck me. Please, Simon,” she begged, her voice desperate.

“Fast and hard, eh? A’right.” Simon stood, then hooked his hands behind her knees, yanked her to the edge of the bed, and flipped her over, her feet firmly planted on the floor. “Careful,” he pressed softly against her bump, keeping her stomach off the bed.

The sniper growled at him, starting to get frustrated. “Simon, I swear to fucking God– Ah!” she squeaked when a much firmer hand shoved her face into the mattress.

“Naughty girl… I’m getting there. Be patient,” he ordered. He waited until she showed her understanding with another sharp nod. Simon finally pulled her pants and panties down to her knees. “Fuckin’ Hell,” he moaned, admiring the view as he dropped his pants enough to pull himself out, giving himself a few strokes. “Who’s this cunt belong to?” he asked, dragging the tip through her folds.

“You, it's all yours!”

Eager to please, Simon rested one palm on the small of her back as the other slowly eased himself into her. His head dropped back, unable to help the soft moans and whimpers at her walls around him. “F-fuck, never get sick of this sweet cunt,” he stilled himself in her when he bottomed out. “Not even in you for a second ‘n I already wanna cum.”

She pulled her hips forward, desperate for him to move and, as promised, fuck her senseless. Bruising fingers gripped the extra flesh at her hip with a groan. “Naughty,” he repeated, drawing out of her to the tip before diving back in just as slowly. “Maybe if ya beg some more, I’ll give it to ya.”

Freyja whined as his cock dragged painstakingly slowly along her insides. “P-please, please fuck me, Simon. I need your cock so bad. I’m desperate,” she begged, her hands shaking as she gripped the scratchy blanket under her with white knuckles. “Been w-waiting so long for you to come home, please!”

Simon twitched inside her, his wife’s begging scratching just the right spot in his brain. “Ngh, fuck Frey.” He slammed into her, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while he started a steady pace.

“God, Simon, ‘s so good–”

“Look at me,” he said, turning her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Say it again…My name.”

Her smirk almost immediately wiped off her face when he brushed her clit again, eliciting another breathy, gasped moan. “Simon!”

“Mmm, again.”

“S-Simon…fuck!”

“Cum for me, love, cum on my cock. Wanna feel you–”

She stared into his eyes, the sounds of his hips slapping her hips, the wet sounds of her sex thrumming between them, and her heavy pants thrumming between them until she finally pulsed around him, her pitch kicking up an octave. “Ah, Simon, I-I’m cumming, fuck!”

“Jesus fuck–! Y/N, Y/N,” he whined, choking on her name as the tight coil inside him snapped and spilled into her, his hips stuttering. Simon’s chest rested against her back when he dropped his hand next to her for support. He stilled, echoing her name over and over while he pumped her full of his cum. She was grinning back at him over her shoulder and dragging her nails up and down his forearm, humming at the warm pool inside her.

Simon slid his free hand under the back of her shirt, stroking between her shoulder blades. They stood unmoving, panting, staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity. His spend was starting to creep out around him, turning into milky drops threatening to break free and fall to the floor. He could stay like that forever, her gaze holding his as he warmed his cock in her–

“Hey Ghost–”

THUNK

The tip of a black combat knife sank into the soft wood of the door frame, a breath away from his nose. Kyle stopped short of passing through the threshold, the door only open a crack. “Bad time, got it,” he said, his voice cracking a bit before the door clicked shut again. “Sorry!” his voice muffled by the door between them before his footsteps scurried away.

Freyja giggled and pressed her face into the mattress, attempting to stifle her laughter.

“Not funny.”

“Really? I thought it was a little bit funny, Lieutenant,” she said, wiggling her hips against his. Simon’s breath hitched, and both hands shot back to stop the movement.

“Ey, none’a that. Be a good girl or you won’t be getting a thing out of me later,” he threatened, raising a blonde brow in challenge. She pouted up at him in return but nodded with a disgruntled Fine, slowly leaning forward until he popped out of her with a groan. The woman eased herself up until she stood fully and turned to face him, standing on her tiptoes to reward him with a sweet, lazy kiss. When Simon was least expecting, she swiped a finger along his dick, causing him to jerk at his sensitivity, collecting their mixed fluids before popping the digit into her mouth. “You’re a minx, y’know that?”

“Mhm.”

“Hn.” He pulled her panties and underwear back up for her, fingers lovingly caressing their growing baby when he went to button them again. He wasn’t proud to admit that he hadn’t reacted well to the initial news of his wife’s pregnancy. Simon had never wanted children or a family before her, given his experiences with his own as a child. The last thing he wanted was to turn out like his father, an abusive, mean drunk with a violent streak and an inclination for scaring the pants off little Simon. 

That all changed at their first ultrasound. The soft thrum of the baby’s heartbeat echoed off the walls of the small room and burned into his mind on a constant playback. His baby. Their baby.

Mine. 

He supposed the second-trimester hormones were a nice touch, too.

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[shamachan]

Hey-hi ray-ray!! If i may be so bold to request, Qiu and Tama christmas headcanons? Since its around the time for it :3

Tamarack + Qiu Christmas headcanonsꔛ

step 1!

Qiu

— I feel like he's a big fan of this kind of holidays - everyone's happy and smiling and enjoying themselves. and he's not an exception.

— He'll also make sure that he's house is decorated properly. Tinsel, a Christmas tree, all hung with multi-colored lights, mistletoes here and there, nice garlands in the house and outside of it... Isn't his house looks the best for upcoming Christmas?

— Qiu will surely come to your porch and be like "hey, how're you feeling about building snowmans in front of our houses?"

— and if you agree, it may end up with a little snowball fight. why? well, it's just entertaining to be all covered with snow, as if you're real snowmans here. and plus because he just adores the thought of spending as much cool and funny time as he can with you!

— I think he'll be into going snow sledding, whether on sleds or snow tubes! he might also take you, Boy's club and Tamarack for a ride on them with him.

— Qiu can also give you a small sleigh ride if you want! He'd be so-o-o smug about it.

— Autumn will also prepare a small gift for you, his favourite neighbour, you absolutely deserving it. Guessing it'll be a small drawing of you, according with a fairytale book and some candies like candy cane.

— ...don't know why, but i can imagine him wearing a Santa's hat while gifting you his present and he saying things like "you witnessed a real Santa Clause, now that's our shared secret. don't tell anyone!"

Tamarack

— Oh! Tamarack is the most excited one beyond anything in Golden Groove about Christmas!

— I'm sure she'll make a plenty hundred of snow angels on the ground, - be careful not to step on them! - and will invite you to come here to her house and do that with her! if you want to, you can do that in your house yard too! Tammy bets you'll have so much fun!

— If you get cold, Tamarack will offer you to drink tea with her and share her gingerbread cookies with you. She will give you some cookies to bring them to your home to eat them later too, if they're to your liking that is!

— her favourite element of this special day is a Christmas tree. like, "a piece of nature we can bring in our house and decorate it? yay!"

— wishes to Santa Clause for everyone who she cares about to feel nice and safe and sound all the new year. this is important!

— Tama loves to ask Omi and Opa to turn on some cheerful Christmas music, to the point that she knows the lyrics of all songs.

— she will sing a couple of her favorite songs to you too and ask if you like them. and if you answer her question positively, she will be so-so giggly and later show you other songs from her Christmas songs collection!

— Tamarack would prepare a gift for you too. Feeling like she'll give it straight in the morning of the Christmas celebration day, and it'll be a small Santa Claus and a Christmas tree figurines that you can hang on your own tree at home or let it stand in your room! both ways are working with her, Tammy's just happy to celebrate this day with you.

A/N: OMGG HEY HII REGULUS!! I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU! i absolutely LOVE the idea of this request sincerely thank uu!! <33

though the headcanons r kinda small, I put a little bit of my heart into this, ahaha^^ that was fun!:33

[lover-of-mine]

gg here

so this is going to be long

you and the people reading your blog need to understand something: the people shipping bt are mostly destiel, i don’t know how may of you have seen spn or ship destiel but this knowledge is important

when we got tommy kissing buck most people compared this to destiel, buck to dean and his bisexuality and the now diehard bt stans started comparing misha and lfjr saying how their characters even if supposed to be on the show just for a few episodes they were so loved by the fans that the screewriters decided to keep them and this really happened with misha/castiel but this character was added in a show where there wasn’t major ship (the only one was wincest but even you can understand how impossible was even the thought of canonizing a romantic relationship between two brothers) but mostly castiel was a brand new character while tommy has a past and not a very beautiful one so two different scenarios but that’s not all because they started comparing the parasocial relationship misha has with his fans with the one lfjr has with his stans

i don’t know how many of you were or are on twt since the start but pictures this:

we have lou this brand new actor for our little silly weewoo show he’s kissing ostark, thanks to tommy we have bi buck, people are celebrating, people want to see how this will play out but we still ship buddie we are just enjoying it (bree/kinarscoffee made a post saying how she was happy that tommy could help with buddie canon) then lfjr started interact with them: at the beginning he was shy and not so bold he was the one spilling the beans about tommy/eddie, he was the one telling how bt was a stepping stone for buddie and how tommy was aware that something was happening between buck and eddie (mind you at the time his cameos where 50$)

then he started seeing his fanbase grow, he started responding to hc, telling them if they liked his idea about the chin grab, talking about the sexy times between tommy and buck, he started telling sob stories about tommy, started sending videos on their discord about bt so they finally found the same thing they had with misha

they started contacting con organization to ask them to have lou because they wanted the m&g, the photo, cosplaying him, proposal in front of him dressed like buck and tommy (im not criticizing who wants to go to the con, i went to a spn one years ago but it’s not my thing so not a critique), being recognized by him (if you watch the video they post on tt you will see to how many con they went to see misha) and lfjr is the only one who could give them this kind of relationship because ostark, rg, aisha aren’t interested in cons especially ostark

then they started buying the famous LOUniform, a shirt he had in one of his pic, a limited edition just 500 pieces; they went to pride, to disneyword (making photo with disney characters and tagging lou)

they started interacting with his sister and she started interacting with them

they went so far to defend and protect him, they made video defending him, saying that he was just a baby (30yo) sharing funny memes and how everyone did it, they called queer ppl homophobe, called black and poc racist, they stomped on their beliefs for him

they got blocked by people, they got a bad reputation, they are hated and always treated like stupid, they aren’t acknowledged by ostark and now lfjr stopped being friends with them

so they payed a lot of money for him, they bought his shirt, they did so many things for him and now he is ignoring them so they are shocked how dare him act like this when they made him? when they did all of this for him? other are just chanting “his mental health his poverty mental health” like a justification for the fact that he isn’t playing with them anymore

Hello, love, when I tell you I read the word destiel and almost poured myself actual tea to sip while reading this, I'm not kidding, that first paragraph legit made me go "oh they're trying to emulate Misha" and then strapped in for a ride.

The thing is, I kinda get the Misha comparison, I was never in that deep in the supernatural fandom, but I did watch the show as it was airing until season 7 and adjacently followed for the rest of it, so the whole being brought in on a season after a strike, a shiny new love interest, someone else to try to interact with. But like you said, supernatural didn't have a established ship because you can't really make incest a thing, so Cas was a a breath of fresh air. And like, anything is more compelling than shipping literal incest. Cas brought in something the show didn't have. Tommy was never gonna be that, because we have Eddie and you can't really replace Eddie with Tommy. What happened with Misha is a once in a lifetime situation, you can't recreate that.

Also, I can't believe the cameos were 50$ when this madness started. But I do remember the initial interactions with him, the chin grab and stuff like. But damn, this was a ride from start to finish. But I feel like something clicked in my brain, they make sense to me now. I'm still speechless but...

[mw00nie]

Shoulder to shoulder: chapter 3

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word count: 3.7k

a/n: English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes that may have occurred. This chapter did not take a long time to write at all; in fact, I was just lazy, but now that I have exams, expect more works because of procrastination.

summary: While on a work assignment in a museum, Jake has an unexpected, meaningful encounter that shifts his day from routine to memorable.

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The precinct buzzed with the usual chaos—phones ringing, officers arguing over paperwork, and Rosa scowling at someone from her desk. Jake, however, was unusually quiet, staring at a report he’d been “working on” for the last twenty minutes.

“Peralta!” Terry’s booming voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “You’re with me. We’ve got to pick up a witness at the museum downtown. Let’s go!”

Jake groaned but grabbed his jacket, following Terry out the door. “A witness? What is this, Law & Order: Art Crimes?”

“Just get in the car,” Terry muttered, clearly unimpressed.

The museum was surprisingly busy for a weekday afternoon. As Jake and Terry made their way through the grand entrance, Jake’s eyes darted around the room, taking in the displays of modern art and sculptures. He wasn’t expecting much excitement—until he spotted a familiar figure across the gallery.

Y/N stood in front of a large painting, her head tilted slightly as she studied it. She looked completely engrossed, a small sketchbook in her hands.

Jake’s heart skipped a beat. He nudged Terry. “Uh, I’ll catch up in a minute. Important... detective stuff.”

Terry raised an eyebrow. “Fine. But if you’re not back in ten minutes, I’m leaving you here.”

Jake nodded and made his way toward Y/N, trying to act casual. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said with a grin, stopping a few feet away.

Y/N turned, startled, but her surprised expression quickly melted into a smile. “Jake! Hi! What are you doing here?”

“Work,” he said, gesturing vaguely behind him. “You?”

“Just taking a little break from reality,” she said, holding up her sketchbook. “Sometimes I come here to clear my head.”

Jake nodded, glancing at the painting she’d been looking at. It was an abstract piece—vivid colors swirling together in chaotic harmony. “So, what’s your verdict on this one?”

Y/N chuckled. “It’s… bold. Not sure it’s my style, but I appreciate the energy.”

“‘Bold’ is a nice way of saying, ‘I have no idea what’s happening here,’” Jake teased.

She laughed, and Jake felt a swell of pride. “Something like that,” she admitted.

For a moment, they stood in comfortable silence, both looking at the painting.

“So, is this your usual spot?” Jake asked.

“Pretty much,” Y/N said. “It’s quiet, and the art’s always inspiring.”

“Right. Because you’re a graphic designer,” Jake said, trying to sound casual but clearly recalling every detail she’d mentioned before.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Good memory.”

“Detective skills,” he replied with a playful shrug.

Before Jake could say more, his radio crackled to life. Terry’s voice came through loud and clear. “Peralta, where are you? Witness is ready to talk!”

Jake winced, holding the radio up to his mouth. “On my way!” He turned back to Y/N, reluctant to leave. “Hey, I have to go, but… do you come here often? Maybe I could accidentally bump into you again sometime?”

Y/N smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Maybe. Or you could just ask for my number instead of relying on chance.”

Jake’s eyes widened. “Right! Yes, great idea. Can I have your number?”

She pulled a pen from her bag and jotted it down on the corner of her sketchbook, tearing off the piece of paper and handing it to him.

“Don’t lose it, Detective,” she teased.

Jake took it, grinning from ear to ear. “Never. I’m literally trained not to lose evidence.”

“Good to know,” Y/N said with a laugh. “See you around, Jake.”

As Jake hurried to catch up with Terry, he clutched the piece of paper like it was the most valuable thing in the world.

“What took you so long?” Terry asked as Jake rejoined him.

Jake shrugged, unable to hide his grin. “Just… doing a little extra fieldwork.”

Terry gave him a skeptical look but didn’t press. Jake slid the note into his jacket pocket, his mood soaring. Maybe today wasn’t just another routine day after all.

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a/n: I hope this was good; it was a bit rushed, tbh. The next chapters will probably be a bit longer because this is only 6 chapters, probably and something needs to happen. idk what, but there's gonna be something. @dramallama9

[thinkin-bout-milgram]

Purge March: Initial Thoughts

Hello everybody! Sorry this took so long to get out, I got more distracted by real-life stuff than I expected since the drop. I made the decision back on the night of the Amane drop to wait for the audio drama and give myself time to think, and I'm glad I did, because in my opinion, Amane's case is really complicated.

I used the audio drama translation done by @/muu_kusunoki on twitter, which I'll link here, I'll also be doing a lot of referencing both the Purge March (PM) MV and the Magic MV. This is still going in as my Initial Thoughts rather than a synthesis theory, but it'll definitely be closer to synthesis than normal.

As usual, I'll be making bolded claims and then discussing them. Let's get started!

TW: Many kinds of abuse, indoctrination, murder, animal death suicide

The person Amane healed WAS actually a cat.

Truly insane. I'd assumed the whole time that the orange cat was symbolic for a human, but it's actually genuinely just a cat. That sort of throws out the whole theory from Magic that Riyone didn't have a role listed because their role related to the falling stage light, meaning that the injury on the cat was staged.

...Wait.

I think it still makes sense that the cat's injury was staged. Rather than being staged because the cat did something inherently wrong, though, I think it's more likely that the cat was staged to test Amane's belief of cult doctrine. She knows she's not supposed to heal using medicine, but here's an injured cat, just waiting for you. Amane takes the bait and heals the cat (the good thing to do), and as a result, she gets punished. Tased, it seems.

Riyone is the one responsible for electric torture. Because of that, I'm going to make the claim that Riyone was the one with the taser in the MV.

I've seen a couple different posts floating around say that they believe this is Amane's mother. The most convincing piece of evidence I've seen is from this alleged picture of the storyboards, but I have no idea how this was procured or if it's legit.

I think Riyone being Amane's mother makes a lot of sense, though. I mentioned earlier how Riyone doesn't have a listed role at intro like everyone else; that's probably because, to Amane, the role is just "mom." We know Amane's dad is frequently gone, so this probably isn't him. Additionally, it seems like Amane may live in this house we see in the MV, and as soon as she gets home, this other person is there. It would make the most sense if this person was her mother.

So, based on that, Amane's mother (Riyone) would have placed an injured cat right outside of their house to see what Amane would do. Amane heals the cat, and that results in Amane being punished for it. Punished, in this case, for interfering with divine will by using medicine to counteract fate.

Being the flag associated with destiny, it makes sense if Riyone is the one upholding the torture related to the cat. The cat seems to be dead and gone later, too, so it's likely that Riyone "fixed" destiny by killing it. But, in that case, who's that other guy?

Gozake is responsible for the water torture.

Safe enough claim. It's right there.

Anyways, the important thing is that means the hand you can see here is Gozake's.

This seems like it's in the same house as before, which I've theorized as Amane's house. If I'm right, that means that either Gozake is her dad, Gozake has access to her house despite not living there (the most plausible imo), or that all the cult leaders actually live here and it's more of a shared housing situation. In any case, what's important is that Gozake was in Amane's living space and tortured her there.

For what, though?

If I'm right that Riyone was the one handling torture related to the cat, that means Gozake was focused on something else. Let's check out those flags.

"Discard vulgarity" just kinda sounds like not swearing at first glance. However, vulgarity is defined as a more general lack of sophistication. I take this one to mean something like, "Behave in a way that is befitting of the cult."

Gozake seems to be in control of the cult's image and what they say to the public or something like that. So, to me, I think this means that Gozake punished Amane for outwardly doing something that the cult didn't approve of. Could also be the cat, could be something else. From Gachata flicking Amane at the beginning, it seems like the torture wasn't limited to "big mistakes" in the cult's eyes. Anything she did wrong could result in intense punishment.

Gozake is the one she killed.

If it's one, anyways. I'm still not fully convinced that she only killed one cult leader, but that's doesn't matter at the moment. Right now, my job is to convince you that Gozake is extremely dead.

The biggest point against him is the fact that Amane's prisoner card in UNDERCOVER shows that her murder took place in the shower.

It's kind of hard to see, but that's a bathroom. Based on the other prisoners' cards, it seems like the location on the cards is the location that their murder/related death incident occurred. Because Gozake was the one who tortured Amane in the shower specifically, that's a pretty bad look for him.

There's also plenty of reason to believe that at least one of the cult leaders is the one who died. All of Amane's lyrics about how she was sorry, but now the roles are reversed, makes total sense if a previous abuser of hers was begging for her mercy against being killed. Plus, there's the scene towards the end of Purge March where she's twirling her baton. It goes from clean to bloody at around 2:17.

Notably, this shot is taken from between times it shows the four cult leaders up on the cloud. We never see them again after this. (That's part of why I believe all four could possibly be dead, but I honestly don't consider it very relevant.)

We already know that Amane's murder weapon is a pole of some kind based on her kill shot of Es in UNDERCOVER.

She also uses her magic wand in Magic similarly. The point is, we know that Amane killed someone via whacking them with a pole. That's what we see in the end shot of Purge March.

That person? That's Amane's victim. Or, one of them, anyways.

Amane may have had multiple victims.

Again, I don't know how much it really matters, but it's definitely possible. That person looks like they're killed in the bedroom or something, right? And there's the light on in the bathroom.

I've seen some people say that they just think the person (Gozake) crawled from the bathroom to the bedroom before Amane finished them off. However... why?

What situation would that help in? I'm under the impression that the door out of the house is the other way, so if the victim crawled to escape, they'd likely head the other way. Additionally, Amane is still a twelve year old girl. If there were a prolonged fight, it seems like it would favor the grown ass man. So, this would have to mean that Amane would partially damage him before he crawled, out of the bathroom but AWAY from the front door. That doesn't make sense to me.

There's also the question of what Amane's murder weapon is. Let's look at that shower scene again.

A clothes washer (I think), a sink, some sort of pole thing (is that part of the clothes washer? Or is it more of a vacuum or something?), and some conspicuous bleach.

A big question for me is what that pole thing is. Could that be Amane's murder weapon? Is it detachable enough to bring to the bedroom? That's really relevant.

Basically, I think there's two options based on this.

The pole is detachable. Amane hits the guy's face with bleach and he tries to crawl away, but can't see where he's going. She then carries the pole over to the bedroom and finishes him off there.

Amane uses the bleach to kill him in the bathroom, leaving him there with the light on. Then, Amane uses either that pole or a different one and heads to the bedroom, killing whoever else is there (probably Riyone, if I had to guess).

I'm honestly kind of partial to 1 now that I've written it out. However, there is also this:

This is Amane's associated image from UNDERCOVER. We don't know what it relates to, exactly; we just know that it's something to do with her.

I would... assume that this is someone in the shower, based on the water torture. However, when I first saw it (and I know this is true for others, too), I thought it was rain. The way the water drops fall looks more like rain to me. And, based on what we saw, Amane was kneeling on the shower floor. That means that it should be Gozake in the shower, thus invalidating the theory that Gozake crawled out of the shower before getting finished off in the bedroom.

Except, what if it is rain?

If it is rain, that makes this matter a hell of a lot more. Because, if that isn't in the shower, that means that someone ended up on the ground like that outside of that house. Possibly someone who never entered the house, possibly someone who never entered the cult. Who knows!

...Possibly the little girl with the balloon?

Obviously if that's the case, it's someone related to the cult. Still, the sky is clearly the same sky, at least. There's the same rainbow despite the same clouds. Plus, we see the little girl's balloon wander off later in the MV. Maybe something happened to her?

I don't know what her involvement is otherwise. I don't know why she's important enough to be depicted. Interestingly, I believe Amane is the only one who hasn't gotten the reveal of someone important's actual face in the second round. We've seen a LOT of people with impact on her life, but none of them have been singled out with actual facial detail. Unless you count the swarm of Amanes, I guess.

Amane has or expects to take over a cult leader role.

She sees herself leading the Purge March. She seems to place herself in a position of authority. This, I'm sure, also relates to a very complex self image she likely possesses, but the fact of the matter is, she's the one leading it.

If she killed at least one cult leader (likely, Gozake is so dead), she might believe that she'd be the one to replace them. We don't know if this is true or not; Mu doesn't know what happened to her surrounding any legal punishments or authorities or anything, so it's possible that Amane doesn't actually know what the aftermath of her murder would end up being.

Still, it's something to consider. If Amane, unchanged, returned to the world, she could very believably recruit others into the cult and continue the cycle.

Amane wants to be innocent, but she has changed the meaning of what an innocent verdict is.

Amane is pulling a Trial 1 Kotoko. She's offered Es a deal surrounding verdicts. That makes it much harder for us to communicate with Amane, because she changed what the verdict means.

Much like Kotoko in Trial 1, Amane's Trial 2 audio drama is her guiding Es through the discussion she wants to happen. She tells Es that she wants Milgram's forgiveness so she can turn it into the ideal world for her cult.

That means that, if we vote Amane innocent, she likely will take it as Es approving Milgram for her cult. That's obviously bad, but the other prisoners (other than maybe like Haruka) are hopefully not impressionable enough for it to be a problem?

However, I still do believe Amane wants to be innocent. She asks Es to remember her pleas for forgiveness at the end of the Purge March MV. We all forgive Amane; the question is how to tell Amane that we forgive her disobedience and we're sorry for the situation she grew up in without approving the cult's beliefs.

It's wrong to torture a child in order to get them to conform to your beliefs.

This is what Amane's story is about. The cult leaders tortured Amane until she was brainwashed into their beliefs. Amane insists that, just because her beliefs aren't the norm, that doesn't make them wrong.

Arguably, a guilty verdict could be seen as doing the exact same thing. We'd be subjecting Amane to audio torture, at least, given that we know guilty prisoners are bombarded nonstop with the reasons why people voted them guilty. She would also be restrained, and due to Kotoko's attacks, we know it's at least hypothetically possible she could get physically injured from it to.

That's obviously not cool. Don't like that part.

Amane wants to kill Shidou.

Amane warned us that Shidou's actions (saving Mahiru's life and healing up Futa) disobey with her beliefs, and if we don't do something about it, she'll have to take action. It's not entirely clear whether that means she'll punish Shidou as she was punished, or if she'll attack Mahiru to kill her as God intended.

Either way, it's bad news for Mahiru if that happens. It's been directly stated that Mahiru is in a critical condition, and it's possible that the removal of Shidou as her doctor could kill her even if she doesn't get hurt again. If Amane killed Shidou, it could mean both of them could die.

However, Kazui has also promised that, if he gets an innocent verdict, he'll protect anyone he can from harm. Kazui could take Amane in a fight (I forget where but somewhere it's established that Kazui is the strongest in a fight, plus he beat Kotoko who I assume could easily beat Amane), so hopefully Kazui will be able to protect Shidou.

That also opens up the door for a weird possibility, though, which is the case of Haruka. Given that, in this case, Kazui would be focused on protecting Shidou and/or Mahiru from Amane, that means that Kazui would likely not have time to look after other prisoners, such as Haruka, who's threatened suicide if we voted Mu guilty. Which we did.

So, basically, the whole thing's a mess and voting Amane innocent makes it much more likely that someone dies, whether that someone is Shidou, Mahiru, Haruka or some combination.

VERDICT: ???

If you couldn't tell, the last four sections are me deliberating on which verdict to give her. In my opinion, there are a lot of arguments in both directions, which makes it difficult to decide. If I was ignoring meta voting, I'd obviously vote innocent, given that Amane is a highly traumatized child and she killed her abuser(s). That's forgivable. However, given other circumstances surrounding the dynamics of her vote, I have doubts on if it's really the "right" move.

I think that with Amane, there's no good option. To be clear, I don't regret the Trial 1 guilty verdict. I've seen a lot of people saying that this state of no good options is a result of stupid people thinking guilty was right last trial. I think that an innocent verdict would just mean that she'd be like Kotoko is right now, believing that she's right without a shadow of a doubt. Milgram is mean, intentionally. They weren't going to give us good options either way.

As a result, given that I can tell a lot of people have WAY stronger opinions on this one than I do, I'm currently not actually voting. If the margin gets close enough, I'll probably commit to a direction, but for now, I'm letting the rest of the fanbase steer the verdict. I was fully team guilty when I was worried about Kazui getting a guilty verdict. With Kazui innocent, I'm much more open to the possibility of forgiving Amane, because that verdict hopefully won't cost Shidou and/or Mahiru's lives.

If you have a convincing theory or argument in either the innocent or guilty direction, please let me know! If I'm ever convinced enough, I'll probably start voting, but for right now, I'm honestly neutral on the verdict.

NOTE: don't yell at anyone. Do not insult anyone else or get aggressive when pushing for a verdict. This is a fan blog for a fictional series that exists to have fun solving mysteries and calmly discussing ethics. Please, have fun and don't take this too seriously.

[panda-writes-kpop]

A/N: there are elements of this that you won't understand, but that's alright because I still working out of the kinks of these moving bits and pieces. all you need to know is that reader is a very eligible royal, looking to mingle with court members and royal staff alike.

After this piece is posted, I will be going on a hiatus for a couple weeks in order to finish my semester as best as possible. I've also developed a minor cold, so I think this will be good for me. I'm planning to make a return with another series, so you'll know when I'm back. :)

TW: Attempted first person from most of the girls

Summary: You receive seven letters, written to the same person, about the same topic - a proposal. The question is - what do you do now?

♡ Masterlist ♡

To a dearest friend,

I hope all is well within the kingdom walls. It has simply been too long since you, Handong, Dami, and I have gone for tea and scones, like the old days. I know you have much to worry about, especially with the rising uproar within the Court of Sagitta, but I wish for you to unburden your load with me, at least for a moment.

I, as representative and ambassador from the Court of Pictor, wish to see my court thrive along with the kingdom as a whole. I suppose this seems quite strange, as my court is known to be quite peaceful, but I do not mean for this to be seen negatively. I assure you my intentions are pure. You will assume the best of me, right? Of course you will. You’ve always been so much better than the petty squabbles and dangerous drama that the court system is about.

What I am about to suggest will come off as bold, and I am well aware of that. As the oldest court ambassador, I must set a precedent as I assume I will not be the last to say such things to you.

I am offering you my hand in marriage, with no price or deal or string attached. You and I could rule side by side. Would that not be something great?

I feel I may be pressuring you, so I will back away now. I fully support your decision to choose whoever will be the best fit for you and for the kingdom. I know you will make the right choice. We are all counting on you, remember?

Perhaps we could chat about this over tea sometime? It feels quite informal and stifling to be speaking to you over such a medium, let alone something of this importance. 

Please respond to this letter as soon as you feel compelled to. As my founder once said, matters of the heart cannot be decided overnight. You must take time to decide, even if my feelings are harmed in the matter.

I care for you, my dearest royal. I can only hope that you feel the same.

Yours truly,

JiU

 ~

To the Ruler Themselves,

Listen, I am no literary genius like Dami, or sweet and caring, like JiU. I am not creative and unbiased like Handong or hard-working and truthful like Yoohyeon. I suppose I share similarities with Siyeon above all, but she and I are different in many ways as well.

This is simply too formal for me, I tell you! Why does such a matter need to be inscribed with ink, quill, and parchment? Why can I not express my desire, my want towards you?

I wish for your hand in marriage, your highness. I believe that my military genius could be of use to the crown, as I am your highest ranking royal guard. 

As your personal guard, however, we have developed a close and sincere relationship. You are someone who I can freely be beside without caring about formalities or kinship. I hope I am the same to you, as you are a person of value and great importance to me, and I cannot lose you.

Will you at least consider my offer? I know I stand little chance against those stuffed coats who sit in the courtroom all day, but I figured that I shall throw my hat into the ring if everyone else is going to do the same.

Tomorrow, can we meet by the water fountain when the bell tower tolls midnight, like we used to do when we were younger? I have something to show you, but my words are unable to describe the greatness of what I hold for you~

Come and see me then before I drag you out of your bedchambers myself.

SuA

~

Your Highness,

Letters have never been a strength of mine. My charms are much stronger in person, but you would know so little about that.

I find it intriguing that you are the one person in the world, not considering other court members, that have not fallen for my charms. What, then, is your weakness? 

You never swoon over other people, but you can make people fall for you without sparing another breath. How can you bewitch others so easily? How have you managed to bewitch me?

It shall forever remain a mystery, and that is quite fine with me. I enjoy this coy game that we are playing, and I shall make a move that you would never expect from me.

I am asking for your hand in marriage. I know you may cross me off of your list, considering my antics and ancestry, but I ask for your grace and mercy. I will try to improve my attendance and effort in court-related duties. I shall do and be anything you ask of me, whether or not you chose me to rule by your side.

All I ask is for you to think of me kindly. You will do that, right? Other court members speak highly of you, and I can only hope that what they speak of is true.

Come meet me next week for a party you shall never forget. Bring your best attire, but make it something that you are not afraid to spoil with wine and food. We, at the Court of Delphinus, will make sure that your attendance is worth your time.

I apologize for my bothersome behavior in the past, and I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me. You must, otherwise this letter is for naught.

Sleep well, dear royal, and I look forward to seeing you in the future in my future.

Best of luck,

Siyeon

~ 

To the Royal Household,

If this letter is not being read by the royal heir themselves, I ask that this letter be sent to them swiftly. Do not read any further unless the royal has received my correspondence.

Dearest Royal, I hope that all is well within and outside of the kingdom walls. I understand that there has been turbulence with certain factions, but I hope that you have been sleeping well. We need a ruler who has been taking care of themselves, and I hope that you have been following that guidance as well.

I suppose this is not the first letter that you have received about this, and I doubt that mine will be the last. Instead of offering you a proposal, I offer an opportunity: a trip through the history of the Court of Corvus.

There is much history within the walls of the building that Corvus sponsors, and I am sure that you will enjoy going through all of it. We have much artistic talent, both in written word and visual masterpieces. 

I do not wish to pressure you into one decision or another, so I offer you an alternative. Come and spend a day with me, and we can go from there. Maybe some jewelry is involved, but I assure you, the Court of Corvus will treat you finely.

Thank you for everything,

Handong

~

From the Esteemed Court of Sagitta,

Our Yoohyeon, as the ambassador for the Court of Sagitta, would like to make her bid into the competition for the Royal Heir’s hand in marriage. We will do as the Kingdom requests of us, including forgiving the heir of their trespasses against us in the past, present, and future. 

We have but one noble request of the heir. As you are probably aware, the Court of Sagitta has traditionally held a trial from members of our Court to prove themselves in numerous ways. We would like the heirship to adapt this format for choosing a partner for the heir, and if so, the Court of Sagitta promises to forgive all trespasses that other courts have done against us, and we will pay reparations for any possible transgressions that we may have committed in the past.

Thank you for your consideration, time, and patience, Our Future Ruler,

The Office of The Court of Sagitta

~

To The Dearest Future Royal,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, and in a position well enough to receive a letter of such importance. I do not wish to urge or rush you, but rather, I want to inform you of my wishes regarding our relationships.

As future heir to the Pearl Kingdom, I know that you are required to choose a partner to reign beside. I have heard whispers from other courts and how they wish to earn your favor. I must be honest, the urging of my own court, along with certain members, has prompted me to do the same.

I must be honest with you, my dear royal. Although the motivations of my court may be muddled, my heart’s intentions are as clear as they can be. I want to provide you with nothing but the best for you and your kingdom.

And, if I may say, the motivation from Wonyoung and Ryujin has forced me to reveal my hand. Wonyoung especially, but Ryujin has done her part in keeping me on my toes. I think you appreciate their company as much as I do, so you know what I mean.

The New Year is approaching soon, so you know what that means, right? The Pyxis New Year is a celebration for the ages, and I hope you will accompany me there.

Sincerely, ever in your favor, grace, and honor,

Dami

~

I apologize in advance for the informality of this letter, your highness. There is only so much formalness that you can format into a small napkin that you did not use for dinner service.

As many before me have probably said, I wish for your hand in marriage. I know that I do not have much to offer, but I can promise happiness and lots of love in the future.

Thank you for all that you do for me, your highness, and I look forward to our next meeting.

Gahyeon

[haymitchsbunny]

we had hoped you were dead

- Loki Laufeyson X Reader (Smut)

summary:

you and Thor had been together for nearly three years, and now that Loki was seemingly completely out of the picture, he figured it would be a good time to finally take you to Asgard. little did you know, someone was willing to go to great lengths to meet you.

warnings:

DUBCON!! manipulation, cheating (coerced but eventually wanted), death threats, lying, drugging, daddy kinks, spanking, alcohol consumption, praise and degradation, hair pulling, choking, violence, guilt, self blame, sliiiight angst

if theres any that i missed please let me know!

a/n:

ive been reading and writing fanfiction for probably longer than i should have and this will be the first ive ever published. enjoy!

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this was not your scene. you did not fit in with these high-life Asgardians, but Thor insisted upon you joining him and the rest of the Avengers in some important festival now that his brother was no longer a risk.

you were all quite thrilled to have a vacation of sorts. except for Tony and Peter, the latter not being able to convince Aunt May, but the former not trusting New York in the hands of one teenager, so he could stay behind for one event.

so you and the rest of the team were settling into the lavish rooms - yours exclusively stocked with exquisite dresses and nightgowns and.. lingerie? Thor was getting bold now, you supposed. you noticed a third door in your room. closet, bathroom.. and what?

you creaked the door open to see Thor folding some blankets on his bed. of course he would pull something like this. he was as handsome as ever but frustratingly cocky. you could barely stand him recently. he was always touching you in the most inappropriate settings, clearly trying to get a rise out of you but being so obvious it was painful. he would corner you any second you two were alone, it was endless.

that's not to say you didn't enjoy it. the attention did give you some nice.. butterflies, if you could call it that. he seemed overly experienced and yet still clunky with the way he touched you. with centuries under his belt you would hope he wasn't an incel, that would suck.

but regardless, you knew you were in for a hell of a week with him just 20 feet away every evening. you'd be surprised if either of you spent a single night alone. you weren't too upset about that though.

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"i would like you to wear this dress," Thor grinned like a young child, holding up an intensely revealing dark teal dress. long, strapless, with a slit nearly to your panty line. "if you don't mind, princess."

you looked up at him, you knew you had the choice, but with all the things he had done to you the night before you knew you'd indirectly pay for being disobedient if you didn't wear it. it was a pretty dress anyways. might as well.

it took you a good while to get ready for the banquet, enjoying yourself in the foreign beauty products and sniffing all of the scented creams. you had Natasha come in and help you style your hair, you weren't sure exactly what she did was called, but it was some sort of updo that framed your face perfectly.

Thor knocked on your door mere moments after Nat exited, entering from his room. you gazed up at him, wearing a nice tux that fit him perfectly and an undershirt that matched your dress exactly.

you walked closer and reached up to place your hands on either side of his face, barely reaching with your arms fully extended so he bent down to you, grabbing your hips gently and lifting you carefully, like a fragile piece of fine china.

he slipped his right arm under your thighs and his left around your waist for support, holding you just above eye level. he leaned forward and placed a light kiss against your collarbone. you sighed softly, enjoying the gentleness of his current actions, a nice contrast to his nightly routine of making you pray the soundproofing worked right.

he continued to kiss all over you for a few minutes before glancing at the clock on your wall. "well damn, got caught up on time princess. we'd better be heading down," he grunted. you made desperate eye contact with him and he gazed at you longingly. "or we could have a.. no, dear, let's be respectful. later... later." he nodded, trying to convince you, or more likely himself, that he meant it.

"yessir." you mumbled, quite disappointed but you wouldn't let it show. you were craving him, you wanted him. but there were things to be done, people to meet, and many drinks to be drunk.

you headed through the maze of halls and staircases with Thor, not exactly sure what to anticipate. you had been dating for almost 3 years and had never seen his home realm before now. you had spent the past day gazing out your window at the beautiful scenery, nothing but rich surrounding the large and wonderful architecture.

as you finally reached the banquet hall, after many pauses in quiet stairways fit to ruin your makeup before the event even started, you peered at the beautiful hall. crystal chandeliers, lavish furniture, and decorations fit for the gods that they were.

Thor led you with an arm tight around your shoulder, greeting men and women of all builds and statures that were more gorgeous than you cared to admit. you took your seat and began to sip on delicious specialty wine provided purely to save you and your Earthen friends from the sheer and immediate drunkenness that the average Asgardian liquor would cause you.

Thor kept you within arms reach at all times, hugging you close to his body. you caught yourself staring at his bulge several times. you sighed and leaned into him, clutching the beautifully engraved glass tightly as if it would fall and shatter any moment.

you and Nat spoke for a long time, Sam joining in after a few minutes to have a refresh with some people he actually knew. you felt out of place with these stunning gods and valkyries and other races that you had no idea how to place, and yet so welcomed at the same time.

you spoke with the two about everything under the sun, becoming more and more buzzed by your drink every moment. you began to feel pressure building in your gut and you tapped Thor's arm lightly to release you, excusing yourself to the restroom with vague directions from him.

you began to stumble through the masses of people, finding yourself quite lost within minutes. you gasped in relief when you finally found a bathroom after a good ten minutes of walking. you rushed in and quickly took care of business, and were in the middle of reveling in the delicious smelling soap, (silencing the thoughts of consuming said soap) when you heard heavy footsteps followed by a rough tapping against the door.

you jumped and yelled out quickly that you were almost finished, when you heard Thor's booming voice slightly muffled from the other side of the entrance. "let me in, darling."

your eyes widened in excitement, quickly checking yourself in the mirror before unlockint the door and swiftly stepping back for his entrance. he smoothly locked the door behind him and lifted you with ease onto the edge of the gold lined sink.

"you smell delicious, doll," he muttered, breathing in deeply near the crook of your neck. you giggled and gently brushed the side of his face in swift kisses.

"doll? that's a new one daddy, don't think you've ever called me that before," you grinned. "i like it."

"oh, i knew you would," he smirked, seeming more.. malicious than endeared. you looked at him with slight concern.

"what do you mean by-" he took a swift step back after squeezing your throat lightly, and you were absolutely baffled by the sight in front of you, and terribly mortified.

your lover shifted into the one man you truly feared, a true devil among the gods.

or more accurately, an ice giant among gods.

Thor's horrible brother Loki stood in his signature colors, looming over you with a shit eating grin on his face. of course it wasn't Thor, you would have known if it was him following you.

you should have known, but you were simply too eager to invite him in in your drunken stupor that you were now in possibly the worst possible predicament.

you were all sobered up and speechless, but Loki seemed to have plenty to say. "you see doll, i found out pretty quick that Thor had himself a new little toy. i tried to get him to play fair and share you, but he seemed a little too possessive, which i found mighty rude," you tried to interject, defend yourself against being seen as the basic 'toy' he seemed to view you as, but the second you opened your mouth he was on you, hand squeezing your throat hard enough to quiet you but not enough to hurt.

"quiet, doll. as i was saying, brothers are supposed to play nice and share their toys. but he just wouldn't give in. so i had to play dead for a bit and watch from afar. and my, oh my, did it work out just as i hoped, now didn't it, doll." he ended his rehearsed monolog in a whisper, his hot breath making you shiver and you began to break free from your dumbfoundedness to try and wiggle from his grasp.

"oh no dear, its quite too late for that now," he grinned at you. "stupid boys who don't share end up losing their toys, isn't that right?"

you felt tears welling up in your eyes, kicking and scratching at him. but he merely yanked you closer and held you tight to his chest, gripping your throat painfully harsh now.

"you have two options now, doll." he growled out at you. "either you can be a good girl, relax, and obey." he began to dip his head down to kiss along your exposed collar. "or you can scream and cry, and face your punishment."

you continued to writhe, but silently debated your options.

"now ill move my hand from your throat, and you can make your decision. hell, if youre good enough, i may even let you keep this from Thor. though i would love to see the look on his face if he knew what im about to do to you."

Loki did as he said he would and slowly released his grip on your throat just enough to let you speak, but left his hand there as a warning.

"now, what's your choice doll?" he muttered, distracted as he pawed at your breasts. you looked at him with complete and utter defeat, his cold hands mocking how hot and worried you felt.

"p-promise not to tell Thor, and ill do whatever you ask of me." this caught Loki's attention. he began to lift you from the sink, throwing you over his shoulder and illiciting a small squeak from you. you silently cursed yourself for giving him the validation he desired, and yet a shameful rush of thrill sent a chill down your spine.

"good choice, doll. as long as you follow through with that Thor won't know a thing." he unlocked the restroom door but didn't open it immediately.

"if you scream, ill slit your throat."

"yes sir." you whimpered.

"good girl."

he began to carry you through the halls, and was walking for a good few minutes before he opened an old creaky door and locked it tight behind him. he gently slid you to your feet and you stood and looked around you.

this room was quite oddly Earthen. a copy of The Mona Lisa, in great scale, hung over a mantle on one wall. a large, vintage looking bed stood in the middle of the room. red crushed velvet was commonplace in this room, hosted by every antique furniture item. you expected him to lead you to the bed, but instead he put his hand on the small of your back and took you to a large armchair in the corner of the bedroom.

you looked to him expectantly, swallowing down the nausea as you looked to him. the death threats weren't very scary. if you died like this maybe it would be more noble than what you were going to let happen.

at least he wasnt ugly. his long black hair framed his face nicely, his sharp features could be appealing to the eye if he was anyone else other than himself, but now you could only feel disgust when you looked at him.

"now don't look at me like that, doll. you deserve everything that's coming to you. i know you've been good for Thor now haven't you. you deserve a reward." you wrinkled your nose in disdain. how could he say something like that after coercing you into a bedroom alone with him to do god knows what to you?

he slithered around you to take a seat on the cushioned chair behind you, spreading his legs wide. "now, strip for me, pretty girl." he chuckled at your full body recoil, the discomfort evident on your face. you took a deep breath before walking forwards.

"unzip me." you demanded quietly.

"what was that, doll?" he asked.

"i said unzip me, you bastard." you spoke louder than necessary. he gave you a sharp smack on the ass and you stumbled forwards, breathing out loud through your nose.

"use your manners, whore. don't you dare forget what's at stake for you tonight." he growled, seeming truly frustrated with you. it scared you.

"please unzip me, sir." you muttered quietly, and in one swift movement the back of your dress was undone. you sighed and turned back to face him, letting the beautiful garment fall to your feet along with your reservations.

Thor had never looked at you like that.

despite the disgusting circumstances, you felt heavily admired, Loki not letting you finish his command before grabbing you by your hips and dragging you close to him. your knees touched the soft cushion and you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. the thick leather of his attire only defining his broad shoulders.

"no wonder he didn't want to share you," he grumbled, seemingly to himself. "you're the most stunning Earthling i've seen, darling." he leaned forward and kissed along the shape of your strapless bra. he took a deep breath before pushing you back to arms length.

"continue." was all he said and you did as he told you, reaching around your back and unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the ground with your dress. he ogled at you and that only egged you on, turning to face away from him and pulling your lacy black panties down slowly, giving him a full view of your ass and his first real peek at your cunt.

his breath became heavier as he grabbed you by your hips while you were halfway out of your panties, them dangling from your right foot as he swiftly bent you over his knee. you gasped as he rested his large hand upon your ass, shaking lightly with anticipation.

"my gods, you're soaked doll," he chuckled, running one finger up your slit before dipping it into you for a moment. "and you were being oh so stubborn just five minutes ago. how things change when you're with a real man, isn't that right princess?"

you felt a stab of guilt prick at you with the name, and the disgust returned as you remembered what was really happening, interrupting the pleasure you were receiving. you couldn't revel in that for long though, as his hand came down harshly against your ass, stinging like a motherfucker.

"isn't that right?" he repeated, and you nodded ferociously, whimpering quietly. "now, you're being quite a good little girl for me, but sadly you still need a bit of punishment for your show earlier." his gentle caressing of your ass didn't feel so loving anymore, and you tried to wiggle off his knees, though you were suspended from the ground in the first place and couldn't do much.

"dont make this worse on yourself, doll," he sighed, reaching forward and gripping your hip tightly. "you remember what i said. now obey, and maybe ill leave you sore instead of numb." you couldn't see his face but you could hear the devilish tone he had right now. you silently muttered "fuck" to yourself, knowing you were in for it.

the first smack wasn't too bad.. almost pleasurable, it made you slightly hornier almost. Thor had never done this before. he probably never would. but your thoughts were interrupted by a second, harsher smack to your ass that elicited a moan.

he chuckled, "well, well. should've expected you'd like this now, huh?" he spanked you harsher and you cried out again. "you just keep getting better and better, doll."

the blows kept coming and you kept whining for him, all embarrassment and shame leaving your body as he made you cry. tears dripping down your face and onto the gorgeous wooden floor.

"you're doing so good, baby," he muttered, caressing your stinging ass gently. "so good." you felt yourself dampen at his words, impossibly wet and he had barely even touched anything more than your ass. you felt his cock poking at your ribs through his pants.

"ah, Thor-" you were instantly cut off by a blistering smack, screaming from the shock and pain.

"you do not speak his name in my presence once more," you whimpered and nodded frantically, gripping his calf for support.

"ah, i- i was just trying to say that he, uh, he's probably looking for me, and i don't want you to get in trouble if he finds us, y'know-" you were cut off by him swiftly trailing hand up your back to yank your hair. he pulled you off his lap with the same grip and manhandled you around to stand between his legs, holding you tightly by your hips.

"dont worry about him, doll," he chuckled, pulling you into him further. "him and your friends are already in their rooms asleep." your eyes widened, fear drenching your nerves.

"wh- what did you do to them? are they okay? you didn't hurt them, you- if you hurt them, im leaving." you began to fight to pull away, panicking while your thoughts raced of what he could have done to those you held dearest.

"quiet your fears, darling. they're okay. Thor knocked himself out drinking and had his friends carry him to his room. your friends are simply tired. no worries." he reached a hand up to gently caress your cheek.

"h-how do you know that..?" your blood ran cold, remembering just how scared you were of this man not twenty minutes ago. what really happened?

"i have my ways, doll. now stop your fretting, please. don't taint our fun, it's just you and i now, enjoy yourself," he stood, towering over you, yet not as much as your true lover did. he began to remove his garments and you couldn't help but admire his different yet stunning figure.

he was down to a pair of black boxers and you had done nothing but just stand and ogle. fuck, why hadn't you run? it was a fleeting thought, because you knew why.

you wanted him. you feared him and desired him, more than anything. you knew already that he was more articulate with his touches, and that he would make you feel better than Thor ever had. you were about to massacre Thor's pride by letting his younger brother have your body, and yet.. you felt no guilt. you wanted this. he didn't need to threaten you again, it was unnecessary. you weren't going to be running (or walking properly) anytime soon.

he let you stare for a moment before he scooped you up, chuckling at the little squeak you let out. "you are quite the spoiled little princess, now aren't you? everyone in Asgard admires you, every man wants you, and you even have the gods fighting for you," he plopped you down on the fancy bed, crawling up after you. "hell, even i had to come and see what i was missing out on. what a pleasant surprise, isn't that right dear? don't know if ill be able to give you back to Thor now though."

you gazed up at him in your aroused stupor, and pulled him down into your first kiss. he instantly took control, one elbow next to your head propping himself up and his other hand gently brushing along your jawline. his tongue explored your mouth and you found it difficult to keep up, breathing heavily through your nose.

he pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. his bulge was pressing directly against your heat and you were attempting to grind against him as he kissed along your neck and down to your breasts. he sucked and nipped and grabbed at them until they were sore and covered in hickeys.

you whined in disappointment as he pulled away, lifting himself off of you. "dont cry now, princess. so quick to assume now aren't you. i promise you'll enjoy this," he rolled to your side and grabbed your hips, and now your knees were on either side of his neck. "take a seat, doll."

your eyes widened. Thor never gave you more than a few licks, preferring to use his hands. now Loki wanted you to.. sit on his face? "are you sure?" you sounded so whiny. you couldn't bring yourself to care. "i- won't it be hard for you to breathe?" he chuckled and yanked you by your hips down onto his face.

one of your hands went to his hair and the other to the headboard. you grasped desperately as he clutched you tightly to his face. you wiggled, feeling too good with his expert tongue, concerned about suffocating him, and yet truly not caring with the way he was making you feel.

he was sucking and licking and groping at you for five minutes before you felt a familiar knotting in your stomach. nobody had ever even brought you close to cumming with only their tongue but Loki was doing it with pure ease. he gripped your hips tighter and moved his tongue faster and sucked harder and you were nearly screaming.

"d-daddy!" you cried out as you threw your head back, finishing on Loki's face. he continued for a few moments before letting you fall back, your ass on his chest and head against his thigh. you could feel his boner against your nose. he sat up and you slipped off his sweaty chest and down onto the bed with a plop.

"good girl," he picked you up again and sat you comfortably on the bed, head resting on the lush pillows. "and keep calling me that, doll."

"calling you what?" you cocked your head to the side in confusion, trying to recollect what you must have said.

"daddy. do you not remember screaming it as you creamed on my face, doll?" he asked, wiping his face clean and licking off the residue as your cheeks reddedned. "and you taste divine, by the way. better than the nectar of the gods, perhaps."

you giggled, reaching up and brushing his long black hair from his face. "thank you, daddy," you whispered. "will you please fuck me?"

his eyes widened, seemingly not expecting you to be so eager. "of course doll, anything for you." he growled, sitting up on his knees to free his cock from his boxers. your eyes widened at the sight. he was big, long, girthy, and veiny. the tip was reddened and shimmered with precum. he was slightly shorter than Thor and his monstrous cock, but you could see that Loki would fit inside of you just perfectly, rather than the way Thor had at least an inch that couldn't fit.

he chuckled at your staring, and you tried to sit up and crawl forward to suck on his mouthwatering dick, but he pushed you back down and crawled over you.

"i truly appreciate the sentiment, princess. but i assure you, we'll have plenty of time in the future for that," he began to align his cock with your slit, brushing it against your swollen clit a few times before beginning to push into you. "let me enjoy this pussy for now though, doll. this gorgeous, tight cunt. im going to make you all mine, whether my brother likes it or not."

he pushed fully inside of you, the tip pressed firmly against your cervix, filling you up so nicely. he must be thicker than Thor, you thought. he sure felt like it.

"daddy, please, fuck me hard," you whined, sounding so desperate it made you want to cringe. "daddyy-" he cut you off with a harsh thrust, slamming his hips against yours. he began a painfully slow and yet brutally rough rhythm, making the bed squeak, pushing you up the bed, and making you scream.

he began to pump himself inside of you faster. beginning to mutter praise under his breath to you. "what a good girl, taking all of me like a champ. sound so pretty when you moan for me doll. thats right, keep crying like the good little slut you are for me," you were sobbing from pleasure and moaning like a whore, crying out 'daddy' in the midst of your incoherent responses.

he was filling you so well, and you were so wet for him. he was rubbing your clit expertly with his thumb and sucking hickeys along your tits. you had no idea how this man, who you had never met before, could know your body better than your boyfriend of years. but you were basking in the newfound pleasure nonetheless, moaning and scratching at his back like your life depended on it.

he pushed you to the brink of madness as you were so cockdrunk you could barely think. you creamed around his dick so hard you saw stars, and he fucked you through it and after still. he began breathing heavily, thrusting more sporadically.

"such a- hahh, such a good girl, aren't you?" he fucked you slow, pumping his seed into your cunt as you sobbed and moaned, begging him for mercy. "all min-"

"what the fucking hell do you think you're doing?" a booming voice came from the doorway. you were instantly alert, once again fighting off Loki as if you suddenly remembered how much you hated him. Thor nearly ran over, grabbing Loki by the back of the neck and slamming him to the floor violently.

"dear gods princess, what did he do to you? im so sorry i couldn't protect you, im so-" he broke out into tears as he held you tight, shaking as sobs wracked his body. you started to cry too, but not for the same reason. you felt so completely and utterly ashamed. you had just let your lovers most hated enemy fuck you into oblivion with no guilt. how horrible were you.

you clinged to him like a vice as he turned to Loki, nearly at the door.

"if you ever even look at her again, i swear on my life, i will tear you limb from fucking limb. do you hear me?" he shouted, but he didn't hear his response.

you did.

"see you very soon, doll."

[theflyindutchwoman]

I am curious, when do you think Lucy realized Tim had feelings for her?

That's hard to say! You know, for someone who seems to share a lot, Lucy can be very guarded with her feelings… leaving the door wide open for very different interpretations.

I think her 'confession' to Tim in 5.08 gives us some clues in that regard. Specifically this part right here : If we do this and it doesn't work, I'll have ruined the most important relationship in my life. […] So we should just keep going the way we have been, right?. The fact that she doesn't even hesitate in using the pronoun 'we' makes me believe that she is past questioning his feelings for her… Even after his ambiguous "you're right", she simply takes it as his way of agreeing with her that they should maintain the status quo. But at no point during this conversation does she seem to doubt that he has feelings for her. Their extent? Yes. Hence her saying "I'll have ruined the most important relationship in my life" and not 'we'. But that he has feelings for her? No. The only time she looks surprised is when he tells her they're worth the risk. It's even more striking once we compare this statement to how she fake-confessed her feelings for Tim back in 3.09 : "I have feelings for you". I know she was trolling him but her choice of words during the whole speech is very different… and telling.

So when did she figure it out? My guess would be during their undercover op, in 5.01. She may have had some inklings here and there before that - that actually was a part of her fake-confession, though I'm not sure she was really serious since she was simply trying to make a point… even if she wasn't wrong… But I think that when Tim tried to address what was happening between them in Vegas, that's truly when she realised that he might have feelings for her. I think she misinterpreted him at first, and once she saw his disappointed face, she started to piece the puzzle together. Only they got interrupted by Angela's call and the bad guys… So all of this took a backseat. I believe that's why she was bold enough to invite him in when he was walking her home. By that point, she knew that he was at the very least attracted to her. The fact that he came in, after saying he shouldn't, pretty much confirmed it for her : she knows Tim, she knows his character. He wouldn't have crossed that line if he didn't have some feelings for her. They both understood what him coming in meant… What they didn't know is if the other wanted to explore these feelings even further. And unfortunately, they didn't get to that part, courtesy of Rosalind. It went downhill fast afterwards.

So when Tim told her it was time to move on, she was even more confused and she probably interpreted this as his way of telling her they weren't worth the risk. That she wasn't worth the risk. This scene felt so much like a breakup and I imagine this is how she took it. Even though they weren't together. It's not until Tim tells her that she deserves to be with "someone who's worth the effort" that she gets the last confirmation she needs… The way he shies away after saying this, as if he has just divulged too much… All the while, she is watching him, trying to figure him out. It's a moment that stuck out for me. But like I said, this is really open to interpretation :)

[evaslytherpuff]

Desperate For Sanctuary

Ominis Gaunt x F!OC

Friends to lovers, Yandere OC

18+ MDNI!!!

Characters are 18+ in this fic!!!

Tag list: @myrachondria @hotcinnam0nspicy @moongurl95 @localravenclaw I appreciate that you all support this story and the characters, this fanfic is very dear to me! Thank you for reading!🥹💙

CW: Ominis experiences night terrors, Small conversation about death

If any of the above warnings may trigger you, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Chapter 3

Vivian's POV

Vivian had a wonderful first day. Tout simplement incroyable, simply amazing. Being placed in Slytherin, doing a fantastic job in her assignments, making new friends, and being paired up with a beautiful boy in a few of her classes. She fully intended to enjoy Hogwarts but wouldn't allow herself to be distracted. That plan completely fell to pieces when she laid eyes on Ominis Gaunt. The gorgeous, stoic, and elegant young man that sat alone at their house table.

There were plenty of spaces to sit but curiosity killed the cat and Vivian wanted to sit by him. She was stopped by an Irish girl with dark brown hair and even darker eyes. She was also a fellow Slytherin and Vivian learned her name was Imelda Reyes and she was a seventh year too. She introduced Vivian to the "important people" who sat at their table but she noticed that Imelda left out the blond boy.

"Who is that, Imelda?" She asked and tilted her head in his direction in case he saw her. She didn't want people to think that she was staring or being creepy but something about him just stood out. There was a presence about him and he stuck out more than anyone else in the Slytherin house.

"Oh, don't worry about him. You see how he sits by himself, he does that for a reason. Let's go this way." Imelda tugged on her arm but Vivian was undeterred, letting her inquisitiveness take hold. She pulled away and strode over to his spot and stood beside him as he picked at his food. After he welcomed her to sit there, sort of reluctantly, she learned his name and that he and Imelda aren't too fond of one another. What really caught Vivian's attention was his eyes. They were absolutely breathtaking. It didn't take much to deduce that he was blind, his irises were stunning, but held no pupils. She wondered if it bothered him and hoped that it didn't, they were simply exquisite. This only made him more fascinating and Vivian even more curious and eager to know this boy. After a tense chat and introductions, he quickly ate his food and pulled out his wand, then used it to navigate his way out of the great hall.

"So that is how he gets around the castle. That's truly interesting." Vivian stared after him.

"You wouldn't want to waste your time on Ominis, he probably won't even give you the time of day. That boy is as bold as brass and most students find him intimidating. I don't, I just see him as odd." Imelda shrugged.

"I always thought he was cute but Sebastian was way better looking and flirty." Grace blushed.

"Sebastian never even looked twice at you, Grace! He was always following behind Ember or getting her into trouble. She was the only person he wanted to be his lover." Imelda scoffed and rolled her eyes.

After learning a little more about him she could safely say that he caught her interest. A mystery indeed and Vivian loved a good mystery.

She was happy to see him in her potions class and even more elated that she was paired up with him as well. Vivian was never shy, she loved to exude confidence wherever she went, so she had no problem communicating with others. After learning he struggled in potions, she wanted to impress him by succeeding in the assignment. Vivian was a wiz when it came to potion making. He was filled with so much joy when they received a passing grade that he pulled her into a hug. It was startling but not unpleasant and Vivian embraced him back. She realized that classmates were staring but she didn't care at that moment. She was just happy to see him smile, he looked like he needed it.

He was in two of her other classes as well but she didn't get the chance to interact with him due to just doing an overview of what they knew. Reading in Defense Against The Dark Arts and studying different ways to fertilize magic plants in Herbology. Her station was all the way on the other side of the greenhouse next to Grace and Imelda.

Whenever she could, she would glance his way, noting his facial expressions in each class. He would scowl in Herbology and read Braille quickly in DADA, his fingertips brushing the pages swiftly. Grace thought it was weird how she was curious about him and Imelda still believed that it would be a waste of time, but it was up to Vivian to decide. She was still unsure, seeing as it was the first day, but something about him just tugged at her. She felt like a moth to a flame.

Before she knew it classes were over, and she was now... wandering the halls, hopelessly lost. She just needed to find the doorway to their common room. She had to be making a wrong turn somewhere she just couldn't remember where she was in the dungeons. She paced the halls back and forth as she rambled under her breath and complained in French. Even worse, no one was around to help her. She could not get in trouble her first night here, there was absolutely no way, she wouldn't allow it. She was so lost in thought and aggravation that she didn't even realize Ominis was approaching her.

"Vivian? Are you alright?" He asked softly and practically scared her half to death. She jumped and clutched her chest.

"Goodness! I'm sorry, Ominis. You scared me." She sighed. "I am so lost, I can't find the door to the common room. I've been wandering the halls for almost an hour now." She pushed up her glasses that started to slide down the bridge of her nose. "How did you know it was me?" She asked as she started to calm down.

"You were ranting in French, I recognized your voice. I could hear how upset you were. I was curious as to why you're out so late. Now it makes sense." He raised a blonde brow.

"Would you be so kind as to help me? Please?" She was practically begging.

"Of course, follow me." She fell in line walking behind him as he held his wand out in front of him. The red glow would blink faster as he got closer to objects. It was beautiful to watch because he was so confident in his strut. He didn't trip or stumble and it appeared as if he was gliding, his stride was smooth and graceful. Vivian did her best to take in her surroundings so that way she wouldn't get lost again but her eyes kept wandering back to the man walking slightly ahead of her. They strode in complete silence so Vivian decided at that moment to take him in. He was tall, much taller than her, with a divine toned physique. His school uniform was clearly expensive but hugged his muscles perfectly. She especially noticed this in their potions class. His robe flowed behind him and accentuated his broad shoulders. His gleaming blond hair was combed and styled neatly. She wondered what it would look like loose and disheveled. His skin was a gorgeous alabaster and if he stood extremely still, he could be mistaken for a Greek statue. To top it off he had picturesque features that took your breath away and adorable beauty marks stood out on his chiseled face. She noticed he had more on his neck and she was curious to where else he had them. Were they all over?

She shook her head, scolding herself for thinking that way, especially about a boy she just met. Society would deem her very unladylike although muggle girls were sixteen and already married and working on starting a family. She was friends with a muggle girl named Sarah back in Marseille, her hometown where she grew up. Sarah was happy to accept an arranged marriage her father set up for her. Vivian was eighteen and couldn't imagine living such a chaste and innocent life, especially at the age of sixteen, she just wanted to enjoy life and become a very skilled witch. Quite a few people may see her as "inappropriate" but, in all honesty, she didn't really care. They rounded a corner until they came face to face with a large wall, a snake-like structure lining this side of the room.

"Move closer to the wall." Ominis gestured towards the snake. Vivian did as she was told and spoke the house password, at least she remembered that. The structure slithered and moved as it revealed the door to their common room. She was so relieved and thankful that Ominis was there to help her. It finally hit her though and curiosity got the better of her.

"Thank you for assisting me, Ominis," She smiled gently. "I was just wondering, why are you out so late?" She asked then felt a lump in her throat when she took in his expression. He seemed annoyed with her and narrowed his eyes. They fell on her and it almost felt like he was looking through her, to her very soul. It was unnerving and made her shift in place, the silence between them was awkward.

"Maybe one day I'll tell you but for now, it's a secret." He gave her a stern look and she took it as a sign to hush up and mind her own business.

"I understand." She said softly, clearly intimidated. Maybe the other students were right, he did exude an air of warning.

"Good night, Vivian." He bowed his head to her. What a gentleman, she thought as she smiled to herself. It kind of made her…blush. Before she could even respond, he turned, then swiftly walked away.

"Good night, Ominis!" She called after him, hoping that he heard her, then she entered the door to the common room to turn in for the night.

Ominis POV

Ominis made it back to the room of requirement without getting caught by anyone. Now, he was pacing back and forth in front of a conjured fireplace. He was in a bedchamber he had willed the room to create for him. The room of requirement felt like a home away from home to him, but now it was missing something, someone to share it with. He was eighteen and knew of other men his age already getting married. Everett Clopton married Samantha Dale and Amit Thakkar went off to marry Charlotte Morrison, all while still attending school. If Sebastian and Ember were here, they would probably be married as well, they could be for all he knew. This wasn't the muggle world though and the wizarding world did things differently. It ultimately seemed up to their own preference and time, although some families encouraged them to marry young. He wanted to be as far away from his family as possible. Who knows who they would have tried to pair him off with. The thought was revolting and turned his stomach.

When he finally turned eighteen he gained access to his inheritance. He used some of it to buy an old rundown manor outside Hogsmeade Valley. He then paid to have it restored to its original condition. The rest of the fortune he had, he safely stored it away in his own vault at Gringotts. The only time he withdrew anything was if he truly needed it. His family was known to spend their money recklessly, he wouldn't make the same mistake as them. Once school was officially over and done with, he would have a home of his own and more splendidly, away from his relatives. This was one of the reasons why he was willing to go through another year at Hogwarts. He would do anything to get away from his sick and twisted family.

He started to sweat due to riling himself up so he removed his robe and tossed it on a nearby armchair. He sighed to himself as he thought of the girl he just escorted to their common room. He should have talked to her, he should have said more, gotten to know her. Instead he was speechless and awkward the entire time, even rude at one point. He could feel her eyes studying him and it made him nervous. What was she thinking? How did he look in her eyes? Would she see how self conscious he was around her? So many questions ran through his mind but he was too uneasy to ask her any of them. When they reached their destination all he wanted to do was run. She probably thought he was weird, everyone else did, he barely spoke to her. He hoped she didn't think he disliked her. Her presence was actually very comforting and she seemed to radiate such a warm and inviting aura. Her perfume reminded him of a wonderful Autumn night right before the Samhain Festival. It was sweet but also spicy, maybe one of the ingredients was cinnamon, and it seemed to make his mouth water.

He finally stopped pacing before he undid his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt. His clothes felt constricting and he desperately wanted to tear them off. He grunted in frustration as he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He unbuttoned his trousers then slid them down his legs. This left him in just his drawers but even that felt like too much. He moved away from the heat of the fireplace hoping to cool himself off. He's never felt like this and it was nerve wracking. What was it about this young woman that affected him so much? There were plenty of girls at Hogwarts but none of them paid him any mind really. Was he attracted to Vivian because she was the first girl to show interest in him? If that was the case, then it made him feel pathetic, getting hung up on the first woman who was kind to him. Who does that? He crossed over to the four post bed and flopped down on the made mattress, sighing loudly.

What people may not know about him was that he is texture sensitive. If any fabric was uncomfortable or irritating it truly put him in an agitated mood. His clothes had to be soft and perfectly tailored for him or it was unbearable. He gripped the waistband of his underwear and tugged them off, tossing them on the floor with the rest of his clothes. The cool silk sheets felt glorious against his overheated skin. He just needed to calm down and clear his mind, yes that was it, that's all he needed to do. He rolled around until he was in a comfortable position, his frame taking up most of the bed, the sheets barely covering his naked body.

It didn't take long for him to drift off to sleep and his subconscious rapidly conceived visions of Vivian. He didn't even know what she looked like, he probably never would, but his mind entered a frenzy surrounding this seductive woman. Her perfume, her voice and accent, the way she pressed herself against him in potions. It had his mind spinning even as he slept. But the dreams of her were soon taken over...by nightmares.

The actions of his toxic family and what they forced him to do as a child bled into his mind. No matter how hard he tried to wake up to fight these horrors he simply couldn't. He was trapped, a prisoner in his own mind, and he hated it. He tossed and turned, swiping at invisible hands that were determined to torture him, pushing him into harming others. He cried out in the night gripping the sheets beneath him, his body tensing up in pain and agony. He shot up and was jolted awake, clutching at his chest, his nails digging into the scar over his heart. The marks left behind by the Cruciatus Curse. He was gasping for air as his fingers ran through his hair. It took him a moment to calm himself and realize where he was. The Room of Requirement, in his bed, he wasn't at his family's manor. He couldn't stop himself from shivering as pain clawed through his chest. He was fine, he was safe, but the night terrors still haunted him even after all these years. All he could see was Erebus and Marvolo standing over him. Erebus donned a vicious grin while Marvolo glared and shook his head. It was the last time he saw his older brothers. The last time they took turns torturing him, simply because he refused to hurt others, innocent muggles who didn't deserve it. His torso was covered in scars, proof of all the pain his family had inflicted on him.

He felt around for his wand and found it on the nightstand next to his bed. He then summoned his transfigured watch that helped him tell what time it was in Braille. One in the morning. He sighed and rubbed his temple's, hoping he could fall back to sleep with no issues. As he laid back down, setting his wand beside him, a thought popped into his head. What if he asked Vivian to brew a few Potions of Dreamless Sleep? It would be an excuse to be close to her, get to know her, but would she be willing to do it? The worst that could happen was her saying no to his request.

He woke up that morning with a terrible headache from his restless night. He quickly got ready and headed to the great hall to eat. Maybe it would help with the pounding in his head. He sat down at the end of the slytherin table and eavesdropped on conversations and even sniffed the air for a moment to see if she was around. Vivian was nowhere to be found at breakfast and he felt slightly disappointed. He sighed heavily to himself as he stood up from the table, pushing his plate away from him and walking over towards Imelda's voice.

"Imelda, have you seen Vivian?" He asked as politely as he could.

"Haven't seen her since early this morning. She got ready in a hurry and left the dorms. She said something about finding the music room. Why are you looking for her?" He could hear the sneer in her voice.

"I just need her assistance, that's all. She is my potions partner after all." He sighed as he walked away from the chuckling girl.

He left the great hall and used his wand to lead him towards the music room. As he got closer, he could hear floating notes of the piano enveloping him. He stood just outside the door and listened intently. She played so skillfully, it was beautiful. The music she was playing seemed to call him closer and he snuck into the room without her noticing. He sat down on one of the bleachers and chose to just enjoy her artistry.

Something didn't seem right to him though. Vivian came across as vivacious and lively but her music was deep and haunting. Was that? Was she playing Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven? He closed his eyes and listened intently, getting lost in the music. She's very talented, he thought. He wondered what else she was good at. Potions and now the piano, she's complex and he likes that, she fascinates him. He could hear her sigh and sniffle when she finished the sonata.

"That was beautiful." He whispered, not realizing the words actually spilled from his lips.

He startled her and he heard her breathe out in relief. "Ominis, you scared me again, I didn't even know you were there. We have to stop meeting like this." She chuckled awkwardly.

"I was trying to find you when I heard you playing and didn't want to interrupt you. You're very good.” He smiled gently.

"Thank you. I've been playing since I was a little girl." He heard her stand up and cross over to him.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, you seem happy and confident, yet your music sounds so heartbroken and sad. Why?" He asked softly, hoping he didn't offend her.

"I do my best to smile and be myself but you're not wrong. My mother taught me how to play. My mom was an Auror and...she died while protecting me from dark wizards. When I play the piano, it's like she's here with me. I won't go into too much detail because it hurts but...when I'm sitting on that bench it's like my parents are with me. My father died a few months after my mother. Doctors believe it was a broken heart." Vivian sniffled and shifted beside him.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." Ominis wanted to take her hand in his and comfort her but he hesitated. She may not like that since they barely knew each other.

"Thank you so much." She said softly. "You were looking for me?" She brought him back to the reason why he was there in the first place.

"Yes, I was. I don't want to bother you though." He stood up to leave but she stopped him, her fingers clasping around his arm to turn him around to face her.

"I don't mind. What's the matter? You can tell me. I don't bite." She giggled.

"I know that we just met and all but I was wondering if you could help me." He scratched the back of his head and could feel his nerves set in.

"It depends, what do you need help with?" She asked kindly.

"Brewing some potions to help me sleep. I don't sleep very well and I'm honestly not ready to try and brew them on my own. I would ask Weasley for help but he'll probably add unnecessary ingredients that would turn my hair long and purple for a month." He rolled his eyes and she laughed making his heart skip a beat. He couldn't help but chuckle with her. It felt good to laugh again.

"Alright, I'll help you brew the potions. On one condition. You have to pay me." She sounded brutally honest.

"Pay—pay you?" He raised his eyebrows at her in slight shock.

"Yes. Pay me with your time." He could hear the smile in her voice. Was she...teasing him?

"My time?" He asked in confusion.

"That's right. If you want my help, you can help me. If I need ingredients or need to buy anything else for your potions, I want you to come with me. We can work together on this. Do we have a deal, Monsieur Gaunt?" That was the first time in his entire existence that his last name actually sounded attractive, especially with her accent.

"You—you've got a deal." He swallowed hard as she took his hand in hers and shook it.

"Okay, then meet me by the clock tower after we are finished with our classes. She rubbed his knuckles with her thumb before releasing his hand and walking out of the music room.

Ominis just stood there stunned for a moment. Was he actually going to have alone time with Vivian? He was grinning like an idiot as he walked out of the room to head to his first class.

A/N:You'll officially meet Erebus in chapter 4! I also changed where Ominis bought his manor.❤️

Chapter 4

[frozenwolftemplar]

Writer's Month Day 26: Found

Fandom: Tangled: the Series (Cass-centric character study)

Rating: G

Word Count: 807 (more or less)

Summary: Cassandra was five when she learned a hard truth about life and found the dead butterfly.

Author's Note: I had *so* many ideas for this prompt, ideas that I still want to bring to life, but went with this one. Hope you enjoy!

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She was only five when she found it, but Cassandra still remembers the dead butterfly.

She...doesn’t have a lot of memories from back then, and those that she does possess are barely there: snatches of storybooks limned by firelight, blurry reflections of a birthday and a wooden sword just for her, echoes of her voice, high and desperate, calling after her dad as he rode over the mainland bridge because it reminded her too much of something she'd always been unable to recall. They are brittle, thin things, robbed by time of details and clarity so they feel more like remnants of dreams than anything, wanting little more than a thought to brush across them to shudder and crumbling into dust.

But the butterfly...the butterfly is as clear in her mind’s eye as if she were holding it once again in her palm.

It hardly weighed more than the air, and if it wasn’t for the faint feel of wings and spindly legs curled in rictus against her skin, she wouldn’t have truly believed she was holding it. She’d been fascinated, at first, running a finger along the fuzzy body, holding it so close to her face her eyes must have crossed as she examined its curling tongue-thing and antennas and all those other parts you never get to really *see* when they’re alive and fluttering among the dahlias instead of lying limp and still beneath them. Most of all, she stared at its wings.

It’s wings.

She’d touched them. How could she not? Butter yellow with bold, dauntless red stripes streaming down their length like banners of victory and running along the curve at the tops before joining them in tapering off into fine saber points. Her finger came away dusty, coated in a powder so fine she couldn’t feel it; however the blood-red tip of her index, along with the bare, translucent fingerprint-sized spot left behind on the wing, shouted something that she couldn’t hear, but meant something to her five-year-old self nonetheless.

Because seeing those gay, bright wings, the butterfly’s pride and joy and freedom in life, useless and slowly flaking away...made her feel wrong inside; cracked beyond what glue could fix.

She hadn’t liked it.

She remembered taking it to her dad. He was in the Captain’s office, poring over maps and pieces of paper so scribbled over with lines they were more inky black than beige. Busy, but he took pause to see what brought her into the office. She showed him the butterfly corpse and her finger and the bare spot on the wing and done what any self-respecting child would do: asked questions.

“Why’s it dead?” “I don’t know, sweetheart.” “Did a cat get it?” “Don’t think so; it’d be more beat up if one did.” “Was it sick?” “Uh...maybe?” “Why?” “Well...my guess is it came out too soon. It’s pretty early in the year for butterflies; last night may have just been too cold for it.” “Then why did it come out too early?” (it had come out a tad judgmental, but honestly, she was disappointed in it if that were true; she thought butterflies were smarter than that) “Don’t know. Not sure if the butterfly even would’ve had a say. Sometimes things like that just happen.” He stood as he said it, giving her hair a stroke as she continued to stare at the lifeless wings. “Guess it just wasn’t meant to fly.”

It wasn’t meant to fly.

His words stuck with her, after Murdock rushed in with an ‘urgent summons’ from the king and, because dead butterflies are of far, far lesser importance, Cass was left- “You sure, hun?” “Yes, Daddy.” -on her own; after she’d gently buried the butterfly (it hadn’t seemed right to toss it aside like an apple core or keep it in a box with her collection of Interesting Feathers and the lucky rabbit’s foot Peder the stableboy had given her); and long after she’d grown up and become outwardly inured to the hardships and injustices and unfairness of the world.

Because she’d found out a truth about life that day: not everyone was meant to fly. Some were fated from before they’d even opened their wings to the world to suffer, to struggle, to lay cold and alone and broken inside while the rest of the world laughed and smiled and soared.

But that was okay, because she'd always believed fate's hand could be moved and that she *could* soar, if she worked hard enough, tried hard enough, *proved* herself a thousand times over. But now-

“MAMA!!!”

Now, kneeling on the threshold of her- her home and numbly watching her world shatter around her like the shards of music box slipping through her phantom fingers, ears ringing with cries her throat and heart finally remember, the wails slotting like a key into that unreachable corner of her mind that’s been haunting her all her life and unleashing a storm of sadness and grief and loneliness and hurt that has her unleashing a lifetime of suppressed sobs, she knows: that was wishful thinking. A fool’s dream.

Because beneath the armor, on the charred remnants of her hand, she can feel butterfly dust on her fingers.

”But Cassandra, there is a way...”

[stories-me]

Potential Character for Mrs. Kelsey and Tumblr 1/25/2023: 

 Agatha Heterodyne, Girl Genius: 

 Appearance: (See above). 

What she’s from: Girl Genius. 

What she might be in: Some form of LXG fan fiction, maybe. 

Background: 

Although she didn’t know it at first, Agatha may very well be one of the most important people in the world. 

The daughter of two powerful Sparks (read: “Mad Scientists”), Agatha’s powerful mind and Spark of Invention were tamped down by a special locket she always wore, which kept her safe from those who might use her for wrong. 

Then, when she was 18, said locket was stolen. 

After that point, things became… “interesting” for her. And that’s “interesting” in both the regular sense AND the ancient Chinese curse sense of the word. 

As it turned out, she was the daughter of one of the heroic Heterodyne Boys (yay!) and the sinister Other (boo!). 

Now, a copy of her mother’s mind is currently lodged in her brain, but the aforementioned locket (which she has recovered) now keeps that creature locked away (without dampening her mind and Spark). She is the ruler of Mechanicsburg… which is, unfortunately, locked in a bubble of stopped time. And is being gradually menaced by strange beings from beyond time and space. The “sleeper agents” and “shamblers” (though not the Geisterdamen) that serve her mother will unhesitatingly follow her orders if she uses “the Voice”. Her allies include the self-styled “Emperor of All Cats”, three monsters who are of a group of creatures that swore allegiance to (and were created by) her family long ago, and a warrior princess far from home. She is engaged in a rather complicated relationship with the heir to a Europe-spanning empire (that is currently crumbling to pieces), and the two main heirs to the crown of the Storm King. 

To say that she’s leading an interesting life may very well now be an understatement. 

Personality: 

Agatha Heterodyne, having assumed the role of Lady Heterodyne of Mechanicsburg, has come into her own. She’s bold and confident, although a bit naïve when it comes to interpersonal relationships. While she doesn’t think she knows more ABOUT things than everyone else, she has no doubt that she knows what’s RIGHT. She’s a brilliant polymath. Also, unlike the “old” Heterodynes (the ones before Barry and Bill, that is), she’s a genuinely caring and compassionate person. 

How she is like me: 

For starters, she is smart, funny, and compassionate. In addition, she has a support network (such as it is), and, in a way I find similar to me requiring certain medications to function properly in society, her body chemistry (altered by one of the claimants to the throne of the Storm King) requires that she have regular contact with a particular person (or, as she recently altered herself, a particular creature) or she will literally die. We both are very focused on our interests, as well. Our support networks help us to succeed and catch us when we fall. 

How she is NOT like me: 

She often becomes interested in others’ interests and seeks them out. 

 Kelsey’s Notes: 

Agatha does not have help from her mom, her mom wants to use her as a “puppet to do her will” 

Michael’s family is very different from her situation 

Her uncle is the one that made the locket to keep her safe from those trying to harm her.  He unfortunately just left one day and never came back 

Not having close ties to her family doesn’t affect her ability to be compassionate 

Lillith and Adam raised her like she was their child, so this helps her to develop that side of her personality 

Michael’s network continues to grow and mature with him as he continues to learn in adulthood 

She is currently trying to free Mechanic’sburg from a “bubble of stopped time” 

This bubble of stopped time means people are frozen and Agatha is trying to figure out how to make the bubble dissipate before the bad guys  that are interested in it get there 

She’s ultimately headed into a big battle with her mom 

Can Agatha change her mom to be good or will she ultimately have to destroy her for good? 

Can you make people be interested in your fan fictions? 

           No they have to have a level of interest on their own 

[oroontheheels]

I read available chapters of Baraou no Souretsu. Spoilers alert!

I said it before and I say it again it’s a real shame that the anime adaptation had such lame animation. But I think they still did a great job transferring the atmosphere. Voice acting and music is great too. It as dramatic and depressing and EXTRA~ as manga.

Sadly there’s a quite big chunk of content removed from the story. Some details are minor, but some are major. Watching anime I felt like every woman except Anne and Beth is written to be super evil bitch. Witch Jane was the only mature woman who was likable.

But I feel like In manga even the cruelest female character have more screen time and more humanising moments. I liked the scene where Margaret of Anjou decided to leave the path of vengeance and found some peace with Henry even if he was already dead she finally understood him somewhat.

NSFW scenes in manga are bit longer and juicier. But I can understand some censorship. But it’s again a shame this anime got childish ratings. When if clearly made for older audience.

Some historical event with Scotts were removed from story completely, so if you felt like pacing was wild it because anime had to sew random pieces together after removing pretty important parts.

And SUSPICIOUSLY anime adaptation removed most of Jane dialogues and cut her scenes as much as they could thus they removed shit ton of actual feministic messages. Jane is bold, free, smart and not afraid to do as she pleases, making fun of others who dare to judge her. She’s such an icon. Anime watcher were robbed. :/

And also they removed super important scene with Anna where she proclaims that she is a woman who will make her own decisions. She have not a lot of screen time and this scene is so inspiring.

So I would recommend reading the manga, you may find some pleasant extra content there if you liked anime.

[mo79zz]

Intersections Artist Research

I needed to find an illustration style for my piece that would match the theme I'm going for, which is bright, bold, block colours - so I researched a few different styles that I liked for my design. I came across a mural artist that fits the aim for my piece called Lauren McElroy:

I really enjoy the illustration style she uses alongside the colour palettes and typefaces. With my plan for the project I think this sort of style will work well as the bold blocky colours are more eye-catching than a smooth transitional blended piece of art may be, and I think it is just what the location I'm planning to work in needs as it is quite a poorly lit, dingy area of town.

Local Mural Work:

A company called Printshop Studio also does a lot of interesting mural work, and are based in Poole - local to me.

They have worked in a lot of long spaces such as the place the BCP Land Train is kept and a long wall by Skyline student accommodation in Bournemouth. I can take a lot of inspiration from their work and how to work with lengthy walls as I will be working with an underpass which can fit this category. I think the text in the top mural would be an interesting addition to my underpass, especially in the style its been designed in, whether it is added into the walls/ ceiling, or I add some text to the floor in an ambigram style, so it can be read as you walk through either side.

I looked at some larger art installations I pass most days as well. This is the GATHER programme in Poole Dolphin shopping centre where there are always activities or shows - anything that will involve people in the local community. While it may not be considered a mural, I really enjoy the community aspect of it and the typeface used, as it is meant to look like the letters have been folded or are placed on a wall along the edge (on the floor and upwards)

Carmen Moore said: “GATHER is an amazing programme which I strongly believe will bring Poole together as a community. I have had an overwhelmingly positive response so far from members of the public and local businesses which has been wonderful; being part of such change in Poole has been so rewarding already. In a post-lockdown world people are much more aware of the importance of supporting their local community, and all the new offerings at the Dolphin are really helping people do just that.”

This is an area in Poole bus station that used to have a cut-through to the back of the bus station and used to have toilets. It was boarded up in 2020 and has been a blank white wall since. They have recently put up this artwork full of quotes by different people. I cannot find the artist or any articles about it, however, I believe that this is a great addition to the bus station because as people pass it they read it and might think about what the messages say and whether they can relate it to them etc.

[svnkxssd]

The priestess analyzed his words as he answered her. His words tinged in darkness, as was his tall and looming frame. Even if there was a piece inside of her feeling ever so slightly intimidated by the man, it did not show on her face. Expression remaining calm and neutral. Though she had a feeling he could prove more lethal than most when provoked, this was not the first time men had attempted to intimidate her. Had underestimated her. ‘ How civil of you to control your temper, lord. It is much appreciated. It would be such a shame if we dirtied the rug and curtains over a simple dispute.’

Lysinea’s eyes lit up when he finally pointed her in the direction of what had him all worked up. Angeling her head with interest she offered him the slightest of a cold smile. ‘ Ah, it is our security measures that have upset you. I would say my queen’s attempt to keep everybody safe by knowing the intentions of those who come to the summit is quite the act of kindness. At the very least to our own citizens. Just imagine there being a traitor in our midst, who’s dark plans can be unraveled with a simple trick on the mind. A brief look into their past. No harm done, just a little check.’

When he stepped closer, the priestess remained unmoved. Peering up at the man with a hint of challenge in her eyes.  If he thought to intimidate her into submission or pleas he was gravely mistaken. He accused her of not knowing who she was dealing with, but neither was he. ‘Other than the previously mentioned security check I provide solace, my lord, as is in the name of our temple. We provide a solution to inconsolable grief if it is desired by the patron. - I do not alter memories of the Mother’s worshippers for my own simple pleasure, if this is what you are asking.’ 

When he, probably in frustration, offered cooperation to the queen mother and herself, Lysine’s smile widened slightly. ‘Ah.’ she hummed, the light in her golden hues dancing in rhythm with the candles in the room. ‘ And here I was expecting refusal to cooperate from such a temperamental commander as yourself, but I am happy to hear you are willing to answer my questions.’ She turned on her heels, her braided hair sweeping just past his chest as she walked back into the room. Heading into the direction where she had set upon him entering. Her small hand gestured to him to follow. ‘ As you found the time to seek me out, surely you also have some time to spare now to answer a few simple questions. After all, you could not have known how long the search for me or our conversation would take.” How curious she was to find how he would respond. Her point of view had not changed. Checking the memories of visitors was mandatory to ensure relative safety and in her eyes, he was now a liability.  And with the way he acted towards her he had only increased her interest, rather than scaring her off. “If you’ll follow me, lord Grey, we may discuss a few matters properly seated. A man such as yourself should not be forced to have important conversations while seated on the floor.’ It was a bold move, asking him to have a conversation with her without knowing the conditions. But if he was wise enough, he would know it would raise suspicion when he would not cooperate.

the daemati had no qualms of addressing another by their title, though he had little interactions with priestesses throughout his existence, when he happen to come across them, he addressed them as such. kalore was of noble birth, and manners were expected with his title and position, even if he had little care for respect to give to most. in truth, he hadn't been entirely aware he had dropped the 'high' entirely, but not a slip he could say he regretted. his mind was far too busy running through scenarios as to what business a high priestess could have with him. regardless, he would have his answers.

"hmm, you would not begin to fathom to the sort of nerve i posses. autumnal faes cannot help what's in their nature, one hardly blame them for that." he offered just a slight cruel smile. he waits, rather impatiently, which was entirely unheard of the commander, for her to face him. his indiscernible onyx gaze studying the woman, and in all his existence, there was only a handful of people who knew of his abilities, the other daemati's and then his shadowsinger. not information he would ever carelessly slip "i assure you, this is not my temper you are witnessing. if i was prone to unchecked tempers, we would not be having a civil discussion." his words and his looming frame said otherwise, but hurting her without knowing what her motives were would not help him. did he wish to harm her? no, she could not harm even if she wished to. the priestess was but a nuisance at this moment. "i believe a threat pales in comparison to what was attempted against me. count your blessings priestess, mercy is not a virtue i am known to possess."

"is this what the mother queen has you do all day? violate the privacy and minds of their guests? here, i was told she was kind and gracious. you ought to send a message on my behalf to your queen mother, she will do well not to displease her guests, especially those capable of assisting her in our present circumstances." while kalore would not put it past the royals to try such a thing, he was still a bit surprised to learn sitara would ask her priestess to do such a thing. his mind remained off-limits to everyone, and while he knew this high priestess nor another would ever possess such power to peer into his mind, it did not mean he'd allow her attempts to continue.

the commander of the night court took a step forward, onyx gaze never wavering from her face, "i imagine most would respond in the same manner as i when another attempts intrude their mind. is this how you treat the rest of the citizens of gaea?" the irony was not lost on the night fae, as a commander he did this daily, though it was the purposes of uncovering vital information that was relevant to his court affairs. "if you had known me, you would not attempt such a thing on the commander of the night court. I suppose one lives and learns. to put it you plainly, high priestess, kindly refrain from your mind tricks on me. i will not ask again." although kalore did not ask, he was demanding. "what you or your queen mother wish to know you can simply ask me." of course he wouldn't share what he didn't wish to, but his first through was perhaps if he had any knowledge of what was going on around them. about this this unknown entity that wished to seemingly terrorize them. fear did much to anyone, and he would be willing to wager, sitara or the boy king wished to know if any of their guests had a hand in what was occurring.