#just a t shirt that says MAGICAL GIRLS ARE GAY

[lotus-duckies]

i like how gay every magical girl thing is ever

it's just a staple of any magical girl series, to have at least one gay person

[whereserpentswalk]

There was an abandoned church where the faeries used to come out, tucked away in one of those neighborhoods in the city where only residents ever go. It was a beautiful stone building, covered in vines and ivy, half broken, resting between the corner stores and brownstones. They say it's so old that nobody even remembers the name of the god they worshipped there.

And there used to be faeries there. They would come out quite frequently. Nobody maintained the place, but it was ruined enough so you could just walk in through where the door used to be. And you could see them there, the kobolds who would sing their ancient songs in languages long forgotten. And the hollow backed women who would dance in the silver moonligh, and who turned men who tried to touch them into trees. There where spirits who'd look like dragonflies one momment, and than little winged people the next. And great dire trolls at times would come out and brew strange drinks from grass and root. There were mothmen who flew in the skies above the ancient church, looking down with big yellow eyes. There where witches who'd grant strange requests for strange prices, and who'd look like women from a far, and great mantises when near. And there were even darker things, faceless men, and black eyed girls, who'd come, but they never harmed a soul on those old church grounds.

They say it became a place where people who were grateful for such things would come. Urban sorcerers, and cryptid hunters, unmarketable artists, and outcasts and members of forgotten subcultures would come to. It was mostly just a place people in the city knew about, people who knew enough about the fae, people who had respect for the fae. A few faeries would let themselves show up in dim photographs, perhaps to appear on somebody's blog, but most people who would go there knew to ask first. And they say that. In her gratefulness to the ruins, for being a place where the children of Odin and the children of Gaia had found peace, the queen of the autumn faeries had gifted them a magic sword, that shined like sunset amber, planted forever in the ruins of the church's alter.

And once there was a magical sword there, something valuable there, the city decided it had to take notice. It wasn't just some worthless stone anymore, it was something with more money behind it now. They transfered the ruins' ownership from the underfunded historical society, to a successful real-estate company, who would know how to handle it well, and perhaps bring in some tourists.

And suddenly, things began to change. See, the sword needed to be well protected of course, so there were security cameras all over the place to keep out robbers, and guards of course to stand around and yell at people, and of course perhaps to fire iron bullets at any faeries who thought about hurting humans who wanted to be free to touch them and pet them and take pictures without consequences. And there were metal detectors of course, and there needed to be a closing time because suddenly there was a staff that had to be payed.

And somehow there were less and less faeries then, and the people who had used to come so often had gone away too. But that didn't matter, they still needed to turn a profit, and they had started advertising it, so soon tourists with their fancy cameras and expectations, and families with little children on leashes and dogs in their strollers, and fourteen year old boys who giggled because faerie could mean gay, all started to come, and waited on line to see the minority of faeries who were still there. And soon the walls of the old church had signs and ads and the walls were painted a green because the company thought grey was an ugly color, and the entrance had all those little marketable t-shirts and plushes for people to buy.

And soon there were no more faeries. They didn't want to come. The sword had turned black.

They say the last faeries to leave were the toughest of them, and that they didn't like the new type of guest, trolls would put human bones in their last stews, and witches would curse anyone who took pictures of them, and the black eyed girls and faceless men finally dragged people into faeland never to return. But even they left eventually, all of them did. They say the sword healed when it was bright and amber, but when it was black it's magic was no weaker, but it killed, anyone who touched the black sword would rot away. They say other magical creatures, meaner ones, found good homes in the church when it became so filled with the company's things, blood drinking vampires, and howling ghosts, and deal making devils, found the place to be a perfect hunting spot. The faeries never came back, and the church lost its profitability, they tried to rip it down, and use the land for some pretty shot or restaurant, but they could never clear the foundation, nobody could lift the sword.

[lias-writings]

Feminine girlfriend headcannons

request: no

pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader

tw: fluff, feminine!reader, mentions of public affection, mentions of men,

summary: headcannons of Bella having super feminine girlfriend <3

a/n: before anything, i do not want people to think I am gendering makeup, dresses etc. “feminine” becase idk how else to call it and regardless of if you’re a female/male/non-binary you can dress/wear makeup how ever you want, okay I hope you understand, enjoy<33

masterlist

🎀 first of all I just know bella would love watching you getting all dolled up even to just go shopping

🎀 bella being hot, rich actor would definitely spoil you as much as he can, they would buy you any clothes or makeup you desire

🎀 sometimes she would let you do their makeup or skincare but just becase he can’t say no to you

🎀 I feel like bella would love when you wear mini skirts/dresses, but hate when others, especially men are staring!!

🎀 even tho your closet is mostly pastel-coloured, you love wearing bella’s baggy tomboy t-shirts

🎀 and they would love you wearing them even more

🎀 most of the time bella’s amazed with the magic you can do with makeup or the complicated hairstyles you’re able to create on your head

🎀 whenever you get the opportunity you love to curl their hair cuz they look amazing with the waves (the gif🧎🏿‍♀️)

ANYWAY

🎀 bella loves to show you off so whenever she has some event going on, they take you to the red carpet with her and always make sure you two are matching

🎀 if you are also famous she’s at all of your important events/premieres!!

🎀 one of bella’s love languages is gift giving so whenever he sees you admiring a new bag or a fancy dress, few days later you have it laying on your bed in a gift bag/box with a small gift-card from your lovely partner <33

🎀 whenever a dude in a public is staring at you they always wrap an arm around your waist and hold you closer to them

🎀 bella loves shopping with you, their favorite part is when you get home and you’re trying on all the stuff you bought putting on a little show

🎀 you have matching bracelets you made for the two of you awwh

🎀 talking about bracelets bella loves buying you a fancy jewelry, they definitely got you a promise ring on your either b-day or anniversary

🎀 let’s stick to the rings; whenever you buy a new ring for bella they wear it for next interview and whenever the interviewer mentions their ring she’s always like “yeah, my gf got me this!”

🎀 bella’s definitely a sucker for thighs so when you’re wearing short skirt it’s hard for them to keep their hands to themselves

🎀 if you’re the type of person that would say “there is nothing in there” while staring at the closet filled to bursting with clothes they’d would just raise an eyebrow and give you one of their comfy grey sweatshirt <33

🎀 matching earrings!!!

🎀 you stealing one of their t-shirts and them asking you after like 6 moths if you don’t know where that t-shirt is

🎀 when you and bella officially announced that you are a couple people were shocked cuz you “didn’t look gay” ( no because how are we fem!lesbians/bi/pan girls supposed to look gay? )

🎀 if you are not famous, you definitely had a social media and dating an actor kinda helped raising the numbers up so you may or may not started thinking about posting grwm’s/makeup tutorials if you do bella’s always commenting something like “first” or “can I get a hi🥺”

🎀 last but not least you two would definitely became the “it couple” as the perfect example of masc! and fem! or some shit like that. 😍

[sugar-omi]

could i possible request fem!cove and fem MC?? just little head canons both sfw and nsfw! i have nothing entirely specific in mind but just anything that you'd like 😊

THE SMILE ON MY FACE *KICKS FEET* HEHE OF COURSE YOU CAN eta now that im done: this is a big mindless, nonsense ramble i. im sorry. i was having the biggest gay panic of my life thinking abt her LMFAO 💀💀

tags : SFW + NSFW, fem/afab cove and reader, oral (cove receiving, reader receiving ment), menstruation ment,

synopsis : me losing my mind over fem!cove 🏌️

SFW

she's not much different to cove already ofc

but in my head she shines so bright omfg...

i like to imagine she's buff no matter what

washboard abs, toned arms and thighs...

but then think abt studious!cove

i want her to be soft....

bitta tummy, thighs perfect to wrap around your head... just squishy

so torn between the two. pls i can't she's PERFECT

either way, strong enough to pick you up

if big n buff she princess carries you all the time

if you do the same back tho, once you put her down she can't stand on her feet

she's swooning. actually falling. she's in love....

MATCHING CLOTHES

ah. you two going shopping and you seeing a dress n getting it for her....

she wears it on your next date, all shy and cute because she doesn't wear dresses often

dies if you give her attention over it, especially if you make a risque comment- she can't handle it

definitely lets you put makeup on her, she's just not good so if you are, please help...

once you see her in lip gloss for the first time, please kiss her and make a comment like "your lips looked so delicious, i couldn't help it" or "i like that color on you, do you think it'd suit me too?"

and then make it a habit bc now she's buying many lip glosses so you can kiss her silly <333

back to the doesn't wear dresses/skirts often thing

i think she's very active

always in shorts, t-shirt, tank top...

i wanna put her in a 2 piece suit

nice black slacks and a vest

the vest accentuating her chest because of it's low cut..

but i'd most likely to put her in a pretty dress for the ORCA dinner

does her best to dress up, even gets a bit of help from randy bc she is definitely a bit lost when it comes to fashion

but when you see her she literally knocks the breath outta you

she IS the prettiest girl in the world

ohhh her in the low light of the dinner, the blue lights just making her look so magical

pls she's everything to me

SHE STEALS YOUR CLOTHES.

OMG HER SLEEPING IN YOUR T-SHIRT!!!!

if your shirt is big n baggy on her she looks so cute...

although if your clothes run smaller or she's in a crop top/tight shirt....

imma save that for NSFW...

if you like painting your nails, she'll match!!!

isn't good at keeping them from getting chipped, but she does her best

omfg so i've seen some people say that their periods sync with their girlfriends (me n my bestie are always synced istg!!!!)

that's you and cove

you two usually know that if you got it, the other got theirs or is getting theirs

even if you get on birth control or have say pcos or smth like that that causes your periods to be irregular/disappear, pls still comfort n hang out w her!!!

i think hers is quite irregular as well so sometimes she's the one comforting you

now im projecting af, but when she gets it it's heavy!!!

not projecting but she definitely cramps, sometimes worse than others

either way, she loves cuddling up together and watching movies and stress eating snacks with you

anyway moving on before i add smth else<3333

NSFW

still a professional pussy eater !!!

(i watch this podcast and i need yall to see *this clip bc i just wanna say.... cove would definitely eat pussy to the bone. he's a DAWG!!!!)

probably even better at navigating your cunt since it's familiar territory

NOW ABOUT HER TITTIES IN THAT TIGHT SHIRT<33

she does her damnedest to NOT wear a bra, usually wears a sports bra

but again, she prefers no bra <3

and sometimes she gets away with it

but i love the idea of her waking up, her shirt all wrinkled and crooked, making it more fitting than it already is.

you can't focus on your cereal because she's shuffling towards you, nipples straining against the thin fabric.

cove flopping next to you on the couch, stealing bites of your cereal. and before she knows it, you kissed her breathless and all but snatch her shirt off, enticed by the rise and fall of her chest.

cupping cove's tits in your hands, she's so soft, and cove let's out the prettiest whimper when you brush your fingers over her nipples

if you suck on her chest, you get an even better reaction, cove rewarding you with loud moans and desperate calls of your name.

her hands in your hair, legs shaking and thighs clenching around you, totally ruined when you slip your hand into her sleep shorts, your fingers running over her darling clit.

she's cute<333

ah. i had a thought that i wanted to share earlier hehe

double sided dildo w cove....

holding hands while you both fuck back on the toy, cove hooking her legs over yours and getting as close as possible to play with your chest and kiss you..

ohh but would love if you got on top, the toy hitting both of you so deep inside, cove's body bouncing from the force of your hips

oh my fucking god.

she's a squirtter

arghh imma lose my MIND

imagine the first patreon moment, and you have her laid out all pretty in her bed, her legs over your shoulders and a hold on her thighs to keep her from crushing your head.

her thighs trembling in your hold, feet bumping against your back and she's clawing at the sheets, whining and moaning so pretty about how your tongue feels so good, low curses slipping from her lips...

tries pushing you away, tears in her eyes.

"y/n- oh god.. wait, i'm- imma make a mess!" she whimpers, throwing her head back when you just suck on her clit more intensly, your fingers curling against her spongy walls, loud squelches coming from your ministrations.

would make such a mess, the covers under her butt getting soaked in her fluids, it's even running down your neck and chest, a sight she has to tear her eyes away from when she finally comes down from her high.

would look so pretty too, her eyes rolled back and thighs trembling, back arching up and she'd fuck back on you, milking her orgasm and whimpering from any minor touch to her sensitive body..

oh and she'd peek at you through wet, spidery lashes, her pretty blues look so brilliant and darling even with the low light of the room and once she stops covering her face with her arm/fingers, you can see the bright blush on her face.

jfc she'd be such a sight, you might have to do her again just to make sure you don't forget it.

[xmycxx]

tattoo!artist ellie x reader (more headcannons)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Sketchbook hc's

A/N: This is just, general stuff i was thinking of bc y'all loved this AU and i finally have some time

Dates with tatto!artist ellie

i feel like ellie, specifically tattoo artist ellie wouldn't like the huge romantic dates like going to a fancy restaurant and overdressing for it

nah

she'd def take you to a fair and hold your hand on the rides you think are scary though

you mention you like a brand? she's subscribed to their mailing list so she knows when they have stuff on sale (bc she knows you hate spending more money than you have to) and takes you there

and you're still clueless, you just think she has some sort of magic intuiton for saving money

she prefers smaller, more meaningful dates, to the point where she'd much prefer watching a movie over at your house with a pizza over getting anxiety over going somewhere fancy

Gifts

The gays def know that getting tattoo's are fuckin EXPENSIVE

so ya girl is rich and basically fuckin loaded bc of it

in turn, once she gets comfortable, she love love LOVES spoiling you

"Babe," You called out, frowning in mild exasperation at the item in your room. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate the gesture. It was just that the top was 80. fucking. dollars.

"Yea?" Ellie asked, feigning innocence and following you in your room, grinning when she saw the t-shirt in your hands. "Fits?"

"Ellie, it's almost the same price as the headphones i use," You argued, a little exasperated with this. She rolled her eyes, grinning and coming to place her hands on your hips.

"C'mon, try it on?" She asked, unfazed as you shook your head.

"Please? For me?"

By god, she could get you to do anything by just saying that. You did as she asked, and you loved it. You never would've bought it for yourself, but when you modelled it for Ellie, her smile was worth more than 3 of those tops.

You don't really go for the more expensive gifts, knowing Ellie prolly won't appreciate them much

handmade! gifts!

like, let's say you gave her a handmade bracelet or something

or like, a gimmick (gonna use a personal example here)

your friend has some spare clay or something, so you take a chunk and model it into something you knOW is super super dumb

you take the dimensions of her fav tattoo pen and make a lil snake or sm to wrap around it and make it with huge googley eyes bc it looks so creepy and weird it's hilarious

you give it to her, trying your hardest not to laugh

she finds it fuckin HILARIOUS

she doesn't use it in the shop, scared of being called a simp

instead finds a marker she uses for sketching and puts it on that, it's her favorite marker now

Affection? hugs? kisses? awkward?

i feel like ellie is not very big on pda when you first start out

like very hesitant, doesn't want to cross any lines

if you're more affectionate, she still keeps you at arms distance until she's sure she wants to indulge you

if you're not affectionate like me then it actually works for her, she slowly initiates the affection

i think she'd love hand holding the most

espECIALLY when you trace her tattoos or her lil callouses on her hands

ugh she meLTS

not huge on the PDA, like the mandatory cheek kisses, forehead pecks etc.

if you're huge on it, welcomes it with open arms

if you're not, goes for the basic linking pinkies

you actually asked her once why she doesn't like it that much

"why do i need to show other people you're mine? I mean, I'm pretty secure in the fact that you're my girlfriend, why does the rando across the street need to see my tongue down your throat to get that?"

you choked on your drink at that answer

however, that attitude takes a 180 turn when she's jealous

A/N: Give me headcannons for jealous ellie, i have nOne. Also, what do y'all think of this?

[workingforitallthetime]

well this sure is 1.5K of f/f gavin/seamus, isn't it

-

“That girl was flirting with you.” Gavin flops backwards onto her bed.

“Who?” Seamus is at the mirror scrubbing a wipe along the line of her eyelid. She folds the cloth over, looking for a clean spot between streaks of the eyeshadow that made her eyes look even bigger and darker and sadder than usual.

“The lacrosse one.” Long blonde hair, longer legs. Taller than Seamus. Or Gavin.

“She wasn’t flirting with me.” Seamus tosses her makeup wipe toward the trash can. “She’s one of the ones who saran-wrapped Kienan’s moped.”

“She held your hair back at the water fountain.” In the dorm lobby, completely unprompted, as everyone filtered in from a Saturday of parties and meandered their way toward the elevators. “She was absolutely flirting with you.”

Seamus squirts toner onto a cotton pad. “You’ve held my hair back.”

“While you were puking,” Gavin protests.

Seamus gestures like Gavin’s just proved her point, but it’s not the same thing. Holding your friend’s hair back while they puke is just helping. Holding Seamus’s hair back at the water fountain — gathering up all those thick dark curls, letting your fingers brush the back of her neck— that’s flirting. Which is why Gavin’s never tried that with Seamus.

Seamus leans into the mirror, carefully blotting her face. “Just because every girl flirts with you doesn’t mean they’re flirting with me.”

Gavin doesn’t even try to argue the first half of the point. But even if Seamus doesn’t have Gavin’s brand of adorable butch magic, the kind that beguiles queers and converts straight girls, plenty of girls ought to be into the busty Irish barmaid vibe that Seamus has going. “Doesn’t mean they’re not, either.”

Seamus makes a skeptical noise and shakes a nearly empty tube of something over her palm, trying to expel the contents.

Gavin’s suddenly conscious of her own nighttime routine: considerably easier, and already completed. Teeth brushed, sports bra tossed over her chair, jeans and crop top replaced with boxers and an old t-shirt. Done.

She repositions her pillow behind her head. “Would you ever?” she asks Seamus, while Seamus is distracted with the sad empty wheeze of whatever skin care product she’s after.

Somehow it’s never occurred to her to ask. Gavin always figured Seamus would tell her if she ever had anything to say. Gavin hadn’t had any hesitation about telling Seamus, pugnaciously spitting out I’m gay while they were stickhandling in Seamus’s driveway six years ago, using Seamus’s momentary confusion to swat the puck out from under her.

Seamus suddenly gives up on the tube in her hand, tossing it into the garbage can with a clunk. She rummages through her basket and comes up with dental floss instead. “Yeaaaaah…” The syllable draws out uncertainly as Seamus pulls a length of floss out of its case. She doesn’t sound unsure about the answer. She sounds more unsure about sharing it with Gavin. “I never have.” She leans in close to the mirror and works the floss between her molars with precise movements. “I don’t think I’d know how.”

“It’s easy,” Gavin scoffs. “You’ve kissed guys, you can kiss a girl.” Although Gavin’s not 100 percent sure how far Seamus has gone with guys, even. Seamus never told her about anyone in the picture while she was at the program. And from what Gavin’s seen this year, guys don’t really seem to… stick. They’ll be around for a few weeks — a study partner, a coffee date, a string of notifs superimposed over Seamus’s lockscreen photo of her and Gavin at U18 worlds — and then gone without explanation. Seamus never looks too upset. Gavin never asks.

Seamus flicks the used floss into the trash can and turns to face Gavin. “It seems pretty different.”

Gavin can’t remember whether the Team USA shirt Seamus is wearing is hers or Gavin’s. Same with the faded Florida Alliance t-shirt Gavin’s wearing. Now that they share a dorm room it’s pretty much stopped mattering. Seamus keeps sneaking her laundry into Gavin’s basket and Gavin keeps letting her get away with it. “I could teach you.”

Seamus looks away so quickly it’s almost a flinch. “You would?”

“Yeah, sure.” It’s not like Seamus would be the first straight girl who’s learned the ropes from Gavin. It feels a little more… high stakes, maybe… with Seamus, but why should it? What good is a gay best friend if she can’t teach you how to hook up with a girl? Gavin can do a little gay mentoring, equip Seamus to kiss whoever she wants. Anybody at all. Just… like, hopefully not anybody from the lacrosse team. Or anybody else tall and blonde. Gavin swings her feet over the edge of the bed and sits up. “C’mere.”

“Like now?” Seamus shifts her weight uncertainly from one bare foot to the other under the hems of her pajama pants.

Gavin pats the mattress next to her. “Yeah, now.”

“Can we at least…” Seamus goes for the light switch without finishing her question. Gavin lets her. As Seamus’s feet whisper across the floor in the darkened room, she wonders what Seamus doesn’t want her to see.

Her eyes adjust as Seamus perches on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked under her so she can face Gavin. It feels familiar. They could be eight years old, in Gavin’s bedroom in Florida, crunching wintergreen lifesavers to watch the sparks. They could be fifteen, in a hotel room at a minor hockey tournament, Seamus trying to draw lip liner on Gavin for the awards banquet. Eighteen’s not so different. It’s not so different to see Seamus’s face, bare and vulnerable, when she closes her eyes as Gavin leans in to kiss her.

Gavin’s ready to show off a little, but isn’t she always. She tucks a finger under Seamus’s chin and tilts her face upward into Gavin’s best entry-level kiss, warm and slow and searching, the kind that usually makes straight girls forget they came to the party hoping to blow Adam or Rutger.

It doesn’t quite work on Seamus. Her lips are soft, but she’s so tense Gavin can feel her grinding her teeth.

Gavin pulls back. “Relax.”

Seamus sucks in a deep breath like she’s been putting it off while Gavin was kissing her. “Sorry.” She covers her mouth with the back of her hand. “You don’t have to…”

“Oh yes I do,” Gavin says, murderously. Now she’s determined. She’s going to win the… well, whatever it is, she’s going to win it. She’s going to get Seamus started off right on whatever fucking journey she’s headed on. She grips Seamus’s shoulder loosely and gives her a little shake. “Just, like, breathe, okay?”

Seamus nods quickly. “Okay.”

Something about the smallness of her voice burrows underneath Gavin’s bravado. She takes Seamus’s face between her hands, and it’s like she’s holding all of it, all thirteen years of shared history twined together like a French braid, cradled in her palms. “Okay,” Gavin echoes, softer, and brings their lips together.

She doesn’t bother taking it easy this time. Just goes in mean and hungry, but that’s nothing Seamus doesn’t already know about her. Seamus finally relaxes, mouth falling open soft and easy, when Gavin catches her bottom lip between her teeth. Maybe because it’s exactly what she’d expect from Gavin.

Gavin lets one hand drift down the line of Seamus’s neck and trail along her collarbone. She traces a fingertip over Seamus’s shoulder along the line of her bra strap, just a little tease to build on when Gavin decides where she wants to take this.

Seamus leans into the kiss. Gavin can feel the catch in her breath, the yearning angle of her head as she follows Gavin’s mouth. But as Gavin’s hands wander, Seamus’s hands sit uselessly in her lap. “Touch me,” Gavin murmurs against Seamus’s lips, punctuating it with a stinging kiss.

After a breath, Seamus carefully settles one hand at Gavin’s side, just above the waistband of her boxers. Gavin twines a hand in Seamus’s hair—god, all that hair, thick and dark and cloaking a pocket of pure heat against Seamus’s neck—so she can hold Seamus in place, lick deeper inside of her. Her skin feels raw, hypersensitive, anticipating Seamus’s touch.

Seamus’s hand stays tentatively at her waist. More like she’s steadying herself than touching Gavin.

Gavin breaks off the kiss. “Okay…”

Seamus immediately drops her hand, as if they’re all done here.

“Hold on.” Gavin crosses her arms and strips her t-shirt over her head in one seamless motion. Her nipples tighten with the sudden coolness, the awareness of exposure. “You have to actually touch me.” She tries to level Seamus with a challenging stare.

It misses the mark. Seamus’s eyes are elsewhere, looking at Gavin’s tits like she’s never seen them before. Gavin can’t quite read her expression in the dark. Maybe cautious. Maybe hungry.

She cups Seamus’s hand in her own and lifts it to her breast. “Here.” Gavin waits a moment before withdrawing her own hand, wondering if Seamus can feel her heartbeat quickening. Seamus looks up at her, eyes so dark that Gavin might drown in them. She doesn’t pull away when Gavin releases her, shifting her hand instead so that Gavin’s breast fits in the curve of her palm.

“Oh.” Seamus barely breathes it. She brushes her thumb over the tip of Gavin’s nipple, feather-light.

Heat ripples out from the touch and pools in Gavin’s belly. She closes her eyes and arches into Seamus’s hand. “Yeah, there.”

[moeitsu]

This shit-post is dedicated to my weird ass friends and the most out of pocket things they've said that I've written in the quote book I've kept in my notes since 2019. Enjoy:

The mayonnaise did wonders for my hair. -P

The Holy Spirit does not want to suck your balls. -E

That's the scariest thing about Halloween...young women. -N

You can put long pasta in there! -E You mean spaghetti? -M

I don't know what blood type I am, is there an app for that? -G

You already said you wouldn't eat my ass -E

What's your major? -K Oh, I'm American. -G

I'm gonna shit in that trash can. -G

Are we about to exchange insurance cards? -J

I'm pretty sure I don't wanna warm my pussy by the fire. -M

Ugh, I don't wanna be a femboy! -M

If you're so worried about the angles then just stick your fingers in the hole. -M

I wish I could be off the grid. -M Like homeless people? -E

Who needs bleach when you have discharge. -J

Why are there panties in your hat? -G

I think I'm mentally disabled. -M No, you're just mentally ill. -E

It could be a deer with down syndrome. -D

I remember when the only app they had was angry birds. -J

Now that's the kind of guy who should be reproducing. -J

Cute rhymes with stupid. -N

No arms, no legs, not even living. But watches porn. -R

Sweaty balls doesn't sound very appetizing. -T

You're starting to look like a real girl again. -N

I always poop in other people's houses. It's how I establish dominance. -T

No sir, I am from Boston. All I know is drink coffee and cuss. -M

The gas station bathroom was treacherous. Pretty sure I saw blood on the walls. -C

If it doesn't cure you, it'll kill you! -Z

Bone dry dunes? That's where you go when you run out of cum. -E

I live by the thee S's: serve, slay, survive. -G

I will not participate in the ass licking. -E

You white people always have cool ancestors. My ancestors were slaves. -S My ancestors were responsible for that. -G

That gives me a free pass to call you a bitch. I'll take it. -N

Would anyone wanna buy my wick-less candles? Shameless plug I know. -K

C'mere, come into my womb. -G

I like your dads meat. -E

Our family funds the entire therapy on the north shore. -B

You can't be this smart w/o massive mental health problems. -B

She doesn't like gay people? -M Nope, she's up in the air about black people too. -P

We're back to our regularly scheduled racism. -R

That's abortion money, not pedicure money. -K

I'm gonna give you a disability if you don't stop. -M

I can always fuck up chicken. Especially the breast. -N

Nice parking job Alabama. Was your sister giving you head while you were driving? -N

I don't think calories are real. I've never seen one. -M

Do you even know what man boobs are? -E It's literally in the name. -M

Can't men flick their nipples off? -E

Well, 5 out of 6 of us were born with a full spine. -E

What's the point of having a gf if you can't objectify her? -N

Mother fucker we don't own straws. We broke as shit. -N

You're like a lollipop triple dipped in psycho flavor. -P

What are you just not gonna feed your kid so you can afford to go to Disney? -A

Do you think she's trans? Like she was a dude and now she's a guy? -N You mean she was a dude and now she's a girl? -M

The boogeyman wants to suck you're toes. -M He would never, he's asexual. -P

We need a new toilet. -P This is American made! This is a quality toilet! -A

There's no one as Irish as Barack Obama. -N

She called me autistic! -P Well, it couldn't hurt to get tested. -A

The shirt says 'wicked strong' -M It should say 'wicked annoying' -N

What bitch is blowing up your phone? -M Literally your Dad. -N

I'm a white girl, of course I love cheese. -S

Why do bad things keep happening to me? Don't they know who I am! -N

It's because I feel safe here. -M Well, maybe you shouldn't. -N

The real magic happens when you embrace the delusion. -K

Oh look, the Trump tower! What if it just blows up? -R

I'm gonna be honest, I didn't finish the Bible. It's on my DNF shelf. Adam and Eve? I need enemies to lovers. -B

A woman bit me, I'm gonna become a prostitute. No! -S

Technically, I'm bisexual. -M You're too old for labels. -G

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Heyy, sooo, ummm, are you gonna talk about your mcu rewrite? Cuz I would love to hear about it

Ahhhh

Yes

Okay,

So.

There’s a lot I won’t be able to talk about because of the sheer vastness of the mcu atm but like if you’ve got any characters/films you want to know about in more detail, I’m here for you.

First off, Wanda things because I’m brainrotting on her specifically atm:

Wanda is an actual young ‘child’ (19), and is a Jewish Roma girl from Transia (a fictional country from the comics, which was both her place of birth and the location of Wundagore). Her powers are a little more specific as of what I’ve brainrotted on, and unlike what MOM did with it, she can’t just do anything from the get go. It’s mostly those magical blast pew pew things she does, as she has increased control over them due to simply having to choose how much energy to put into it and where it’s getting tossed, but she also sometimes dabbles in magnetic manipulation (a nod to who remains as her father in my rewrite), telekinesis (though she isn’t fond of seeing inside of people’s heads), the weird walking thing she does that I love, and she accidentally does some probability and reality manipulation whenever something is really stressing her or she’s not paying full attention to something. She’s really into things like protecting the environment and pacifism, which often leads to her almost starting arguments with Tony, the embodiment of the kind of people that environmental protection and pacifism hate. She also keeps her emo look, and dark hair, she just gets red or ginger highlights occasionally.

Also, Vision, because they’re a pair, he chooses how he looks, which can be very useful for the avengers occasionally. Only issue is that he can’t change his eyes, which are permanently all robot-y. He was tasked with keeping Wanda company when she first moved to the compound because Bruce worried she would isolate herself and that would make her worse. They chose Vision because he couldn’t be manipulated and he could answer pretty much any question she had, and adapt to make her comfortable. But he seemed to be the one to get comfortable, and soon found himself enjoying her company significantly more than the others, mostly because she showed interest in the philosophical questions and such that he found himself unable to answer due to his lack of true human experience, and she would try and held despite not having a true human experience herself. As a quote I used in my Wanda drawing said, they’re both just trying to be people together at the same time, despite their lack of real humanity. Oh also Wanda pierces his face a whole bunch, which of course isn’t permanent, but he tends to keep the bridge and eyebrow piercing, because she likes them on him, and he likes to make her happy. He’s also got some thunder thighs on him which makes him a prime cuddle companion.

Uhh

Now

Uh

Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers, Universe’s biggest lesbian (put that on a t-shirt and she’d wear it). The physical embodiment of a millennial woman but she’s not a millennial woman. I don’t have much to say except she’s gay and that she picks on Fury for aging. Also, Mar-Vell, her mentor, a dude and it’s ‘ambiguous’ whether or not he died (he lived), because I need my gays and he’s gotta be a dude and living for me to get more gays. I can’t explain now. But it’s needed.

Bucky keeps his long hair. Also, gay, and dating Sam. Because I need me some homosexuals. He doesn’t know he’s dating Sam, Sam doesn’t know he’s dating Bucky, but they’re dating. Work husbands at the least. He’s also Jewish, and whilst he lost a little bit of faith (not in the not believing in god way, in the ‘done so much bad god doesn’t care for me anymore’ way) he made sure to celebrate Chanukkah and still follow his religion whenever Wanda was around because he didn’t want to accidentally cause her to lose faith too.

Tony doesn’t make those weird misogynistic and transphobic comments that he does, or any of the other dodgy ones. Because ew.

Bruce’s DID is acknowledged, and that the hulk was not caused by the radiation but the radiation simply caused the hulk to take a physical form. Because that’s just… what it is in canon they just don’t talk about it in the mcu. Therapy sessions are common for him because he struggles a lot with his trauma growing up/continuing on and his general mental health. Smart hulk doesn’t happen because I don’t like it. Also his romance with Nat isn’t really a thing. They’re close friends, he lends her hoodies and such, she helps him out when he’s all green, but they’re only friends.

On the subject of Nat, the whole ‘a monster because she doesn’t have the ability to reproduce’ thing is dumb as shit. She thinks she’s a monster because she killed people and even now has a hard time feeling bad about it because of her conditioning, but Bruce is there to comfort her because he’s on the opposite end of the spectrum. He himself has never killed but he feels the weight of everyone the Hulk has and it’s a huge issue. She would also foster young girls if she wasn’t too busy saving the world all the time because it would make her feel better to know she’s potentially keeping girls out of the red room.

Thor is always fat Thor. The man drinks and eats obscene amounts, because as a god that is his right, and so it shows. And it’s not a joke about anything, because the mcu rewriters in my brain arent insensitive pricks. Also because I’m kinda into that but.. shhh. He keeps his mismatched eyes for TLAT, which has a completely different vibe in my mind. He’s also still a major player in the later phases and remains around for long enough to do one real cool scene from Empyre (The sword and the hammer scene I call it, because it shows off the magical capabilities of Excelsior by using it to hold up Mjölnir)

And there’s more but I’m tired so I’m gonna stop here. Lmk if there’s anyone/anything you want to know more about.

[cherryblossomshadow]

8 Months Deep Into 2024… FULL Recap

Mr. Grande

8 months deep into 2024. Let's go back, recap once more

January

Katt (katt williams)

Big Foot (naval station norfolk)

Gypsy press tour (gypsy rose)

Amelia washed up on shore (amelia earhart)

February

Taylor and Travis at the game (taylor swift, travis kelce)

Drake made a movie

Snakes on a Plane (2006)

One Oompa Loompa and their newfound fame. “The Unknown” brought Glasgow great pain (Willy’s Chocolate Experience in Glasgow Scotland)

March

Storytime with JLo (jennifer lopez)

No chick-fil-a sauce (no Chick-fil-A sauce girl, gina lynn)

Bridge hit by the boat (Francis Scott Key bridge in Baltimore, Maryland)

Eternal Sunshine (ariana grande)

Cowboy Carter, let’s go (beyonce)

Rep. Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif: Tic Tac Toe (tiktok)

April

New York City is shaken (earthquake)

Case closed on OJ Simpson

New Tay Tay Kim K diss drop (kim Kardashian, thanK you aIMee)

JoJo Siwa inventing gay pop

May

Billie drops (billie eilish)

Nicki locked up before show (nicki minaj)

Baby wanna go to Four Seasons Orlando

Eurovision

Northern Lights

Portal got naughty (new york-dublin portal)

Rep. Jasmine Crockett, D-Texas: Bleach blonde bad built butch body

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AOC vs Marjorie got wild (alexandria ocasio cortez, marjorie taylor greene)

The met gala had extra questionable style

34, the magic number at the Trump trial (prosecution of donald trump in new york)

Drake got converted to a PDF file (kendrick lamar, kendrick vs drake)

June

Heat waves everywhere like everywhere is Phoenix

Charli and Lorde work it out on the remix (charli xcx, girl so confusing)

Chappell Roan statue (statue of liberty costume, governors ball music festival)

This just in… (justin timberlake, this is going to ruin the tour)

Carpool karaoke with Kim and Putin (kim jong un, vladimir putin)

July

This one’s an EAR full. Where to start?

America becomes an episode of South Park (2024 shooting at a donald trump rally, assassination attempt, thomas matthew crooks)

Simone still GOATed (simone biles, paris Olympics)

Joe got covid (joe biden, coronavirus)

Trump got shot, and bro emoted

Biden dropped out, said B-Y-E (Joever)

IKEA is the strip club for J.D. (jd vance, jd vance couch controversy)

Kamala is BRAT (kamala harris, brat, brat summer, charli xcx)

Donald isn’t him/he (“I don’t want pronouns”)

You think you just fell out of a coconut tree

August

H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can’t ask me 4 photo (chappell roan)

The Olympics comes to a close

We blew up this song from 7 years ago (symphony, clean bandit, I Just Paid for My Lobotomy with Kohls Cash)

Short n’ Sweet came out, everybody JUMP (sabrina carpenter)

Brazil can’t tweet (x, twitter, elon musk, brazil, blocking of twitter in brazil)

DNC against Trump (democratic national convention)

Adele with the T-Shirt action pump

Blake Lively: Congrats on your little bump

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Blake Lively bullied interviewer

The “WHO” wants to know who got the mpox cure (Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus, monkeypox)

Social security no longer secure (2024 national public data breach)

We say goodbye to our brat summer (charli xcx)

And you see how I did that recap? Very mindful. Very demure (jools lebron, joolieannie)

[castle-dominion]

c3x12 poof you’re dead

I loooove this. Mum was super excited abt it.

(clipping this) LANIE OMG ESPOSITO (I love him just lying over her like that, so cute) (the music is just so good & well designed) WAIT WHAT THIS IS INSANE THIS IS GREAT LMAO (those puppydog eyes XD) HE JUST TAKES A PHOTO OF HER (& they both know exactly where their phones are)

(clipping this too) Oh no not gina Oh No, castle wait esposito no wait wait  & esposito’s just like 

& his voice just jumps a fifth

I remember my magic phase. Still have some gear. Is ice cubes a sex thing? That’s why castle was all slammed against the window? (I made the sign of the cross & made use of the internet. Apparently it is just a kind of temperat)

As always I love their outfits. Esposito with his t shirt then hoodie then jacket, ryan with his cute pink, beckett just always fashionable, dr parish she’s just cute no matter what, castle in his usual style but I like the jacket...

Lanie says she does not like magic shows here (keep this in mind)

Lanie you were the one to tell javier not to look at you & now you’re checking him out? Hun...

Eliza’s voice is so cute & little. 

Castle just bought himself stuff while there? ofc.

Wait ryan is wearing a pink suit, burgundy tie, but he is wearing brownish vest AND a suit jacket AND he is holding ANOTHER jacket. Girl what season is it? Must be cold.

Poughkeepsie?

RC: x-ray specs. I can see you naked. KB: How do you like my naval ring? RC: !! (clipping this?)

KR: Looks like somebody has a secret. JE: *gulp* secret? ah- What secret? KR: I can understand a guy not wanting to share~ I mean, some things are personal.  JE: *puppydog eyes* JE: >:( How did you find out? KR: Dude everybody knows. *grabs paper without even looking* It’s all over page six JE: o-o *sighs in relief & then starts reading* *smiles* KR: Apparently he & ex-wife/girlfriend/publisher/Gina had some words, Loud Words, at le cirque & she stormed off JE: : ) that’s what he was talking about this morning KR: What I don’t understand is why he would try to hide it from us. (definitely fishing.) I mean, we’re like family. JE: Maybe he’s afraid of what we might think KR: *his little face* (clipping this?)

(apparently I clipped both at the same time)

Aspenall? That’s a drug.

Oof. Heck of a night for this guy.

*turns to castle for some reason* Why is she asking me that? RC: She wants to know if you have an alibi

RC: Did it take him very long [to read your mind]? No RC: didn’t think so

KB: Like this? *holds up phone* RC: *gasp!* You had your hand in my pocket & I didn’t even feel it?! Do it again. I reverse-pickpocketed my friends before. Stole one guy’s earbuds & put them in someone else’s pocket. idk why. 

(CLIPPING ZALMAN’S WHEARABOUTS BC SHE almost MESSED IT UP)

So the only thing he killed last night were his brain cells

Ooh arson & explosives! Street performer! As a busker myself I have mad respect for this guy (maybe I should clip this? nah)

SHe wants me to make her husband disappear, that’s a felony, I can’t do that XD I’ll dine on water & ramen tonight, think of you Yo he disappeared! That was so cool! Alakazam, jackass!

So cool, a blacklight note!

Tobias strange is a cool name. When I was busking at the big festival a few years back I met this really cool magician, in fact three of them but one I’m thinking about most. He just grabbed a melon out of nowhere & I was standing behind the stage too so I wasn’t even seeing it from the audience perspective!

RC: He made a ferrarri disappear. KR: Why would anyone want to do that? JE: Yeah he was in town recently. awesome show, we loved it. (So esposito likes magic shows, & I’m assuming took dr parish there. rly cute but obv lanie doesn’t like magic as she said in the beginning of the episode.? Also tey’ve been together a couple of weeks now.) RC: “We”? JE: Yeah. Me & my buddy. (should be my buddy & me.) KR: JE: Ray. KR, hella jealous: you have a buddy named ray who you went with to a magic show. (Sounds gay bro.) JE, starting with a laugh: Yeah, what about it? KR: *standing there smiling at esposito* (Not clipping?)

This is sexy af. Also why can’t you write “voila” it’s barely even french it’s a loanword at this point. Regardless you should transcribe all other language stuff into the captions. (Same language, not translated. Translations can be onscreen anyways.)

All access pass

I love his accent. That’s so true bestie. I love hearing him talk about magic & explosives & stuff.

Ooh Lanie is so pretty.  Tit for tat, castle!

Wow he just did the dad trick with a dad joke. WOAH ALEXIS that’s p cool. I’m easily impressed

In his soggy wallet was a soggy metro card. the car service thing was SOOO good

YO A SEXY SECRET DOOR! Ooh a zigzag box. KB: You would have loved my grandfather. *closing the doors to castle’s face* In fact, you remind me of him sometimes. RC, muffled through the box on his head: I’m flattered CSU is going to have a great time with this... Neat graffitti.  (I don’t think I need to clip this)

Best trick ever!

Cool entrance!

This man is so lucky. Usually dead people have to play dead but this guy gets to play dead & play the twin brother! Accountant brother hiding the money Twin sense!! Love a good wallet photo. (& they were blond as kids) Lmao great twin joke

if this was a movie it’s not a movie!

(I knew it! the tracks were evenly spaced, just like sammy keyes book one)

I love Lanie. She’s like my older bro. Pink scrubs, pink gloves, my bro needs to wear a mask & I’d guess it would be pink too (tho I’ve never seen him at work so idk if his gloves & scrubs & mask are pink). Organophosphates??? What’s that? DSHFJKAHDSFH ESPOSITO MY DUDE JE, walking in from tha back, not expecting to see anyone except dr parish & possibly other mortuary assistants: Hola chica! I was in the ‘hood & I thought that we should talk about the *sees beckett. & castle* LP: TESTS THAT YOU HAD ME RUN KB: What tests? JE: DIfferent case. Hey I was just about to call you Thaddeus Magnus is a cool name. In fact, I have a friend+ who has one (or several) introjects of Jon the archivist from the magnus archives; this friend uses a wheelchair. Oh no, & a civil rights protester? This really IS my best friend! KB: You have an address? JE: *hands slip of paper from his nice notebook, I love a good notebook* KB: Thanks RC: Nice work JE: *finally able to exhale* LP: That was close (B’y it was obvious) JE: No. This is close *holds her physically close & kisses her while castle & beckett have literally only just left* (clipping)

Maybe he’s ambulatory & wasn’t in a lot of pain that day & was able to do that insane task but today he’s stuck in bed bc he used spoons he didn’t have.

(I think it might have been nice if they had him answer the door with crutches, a walker/rollator, or a cane. & then have his wheelchair by the door. & then maybe Castle could get a lesson.) New fanfic: once upon a time Thaddeus Magnus opened up the door to two detectives. He was using his crutches at the time since he usually never used his wheelchair within his house. The well-dressed man exclaimed, “Called it! The wheelchair was just an act!” Magnus’ eyebrows fell low over his eyes & he gave the man a sharp whack with his cane. ‘Just an act? You try doing all your walking with messed up muscles & a cane! You insult me again, accuse me of faking, & I will hit your other leg twice as hard!’ The woman had one hand on her belt where Magnus realized she had a gun, but she was also smiling. `See Castle? He’s just an ambulatory wheelchair user.` The end.

Castle don’t touch Great relationship. Specialty item designer for special trick designs for someone with more stage presence. Paid a fortune to get away with murder!

Oh yeah! Magic tricks are for little boys & teenaged girls, if you know what I mean. Like this is so cool! Lol “went out with a bang” I thought it was funny. (Also those eyes in this lighting holy crap coly crap hhhh) (NF/RC also has blue eyes but they are not as bright) Castle is just not impressed. Probably bc ryan stole his joke.  (not clipping that) esposito not here bc he is on a date djskjdlkj

Lol just makes his phone disappear.

Love is built.

MR: Now you see him, now you don’t.

Why do they have ryan sitting there like that? Who directed him to be there like that? (y’all I think smth is wrong w me.) Ryan wearing pink again. & I’ve seen that shirt before, I like how they have consistency with outfits. I also think maybe he’s wearing pink bc last episode he proposed to his gal & they either want to make him look like he’s in love or they want to make him look gay to counterbalance the fact that he’s marrying a woman lol.

Interesting to me how people change their outfits, specifically esposito. Some days he comes to work wearing a chill short sleeved shirt with a collar, other times he comes in with the dress shirt & tie. The tie days it seems like he doesn’t wear his badge around his neck. 

Sorry, I just really like costume design, I considered going into it at some point. 

I’ve dressed in my whites to sneak into places w/o paying before. 

JE, softly: You’re crazy, I’ve never tried anything like that (Girl don’t you remember the bdsm episode & lanie was just talking unashamedly?) (also women* take longer to climax than men* & often need different things than just boring stuff men do.) (*perisex, cisgender, hormonally typical) JE, seeing Ryan walking up to him holding some sort of magazine: Yeah. Ok. Yeah me too. Bye. (in a slightly louder, definitely deeper voice. More masculine & professional.) KR: *closes magazine* Who was that? JE: Coast guard. I was just seeing if they uh found the plane’s data recorder. KR: Hm. Did they? (staring at his partner, not where he’s walking) JE: Did they what? KB: *interrupts the convo* Ah, that’s what the magazine was for. 

RC: Where was this photo taken? KR: Ah, you noticed.

I like this lady, she’s hot, well driven, well spoken, she can take care of herself, she has a killer haircut, & she didn’t talk to cops w/o a lawyer.

PONZI SCHEME???

... Now kiss

& being dead is the perfect alibi!

Oh yeah, he definitely would attend his own funeral.  Mum suggested the priest.  James Pendrick?? & ofc esposito & ryan are just on the other side, as always

Wow I hate this guy.  (I thought that it was another magician who pulled a rabbit out of a hat)

Does he see something behind the non-see-through mirror? Is it that old glass ghost trick? alakazam, jackass. Ok but how did they actually do it? Was he behind the glass? Was he in the room? Who was he, where was he, how did this MFer not see it was a real person?

Is that LT?

Yo Tobias has a slammin jacket

Is rick going to buy a magic shop??

KR: Hey, can you uh? KB: Yeah sure Just casually signs the doc on castle’s back, just like the judge in s1. KB: So where’s esposito? KR: ha, take a wild guess. KB+RC: Lanie KR: Can you believe they still think none of us know? RC: Well let’s let them keep thinking that a while longer. The bubble bursts soon enough.  KB: Not if you’re in it with the right person. RC: ...

I’ve noticed becks drinks bottled water... Oh neat a blood donation wall. Cool. I need to donate blood soon, it’s been a while. I just hope I have the iron for it. Lol remember when esposito just stole a cold pop? Oof phone breakup??

Motorcycle boy? Doctor motorcycle boy?

I love the little details like the fire excape plan WHOA OK FLOWERS.

So cute.  (k so I’m gathering clips rn: I have two hours left before work but no space on my phone. Time to put my clips into tumblr drafts.)

[error404vnotfound]

I will not only provide a translation but also some context

1. pov: you just got caught cheating by your girlfriend (she saw you fuck random dude). she asks you "how many times?" [you have had casual sex with other people while on a relationship with her]. your answer? "I love you"

2. the funny part here is the accent. both the words "Pere" and "Vine" both end with a neutral a, which is a blend in between an a and an e. the dialect the characters are speaking, tho, ignores this completely and they say a very aggressive e

3. samir is a very minor character that's been so far in three scenes for 3 episodes. he's my favourite character. unproblematic fave. the one and only that doesn't suck. he's an icon. he'd do numbers on Tumblr. he takes care of his plants and enjoys decorating t-shirt

4. there's two aggressively heterosexual cis bros that greet each other in the extreme way bros do (clap hands then clap back then hold the back of their neck sayin "EYYYYYYYY"). the first time they do this it lasts like 40 solid seconds. we've been greeting each other like this every time we pass someone from room to room in the house we've been staying at

5. the popular influencer girl has a gay best friend. after not seeing each other in a year they great each other by performing an overly complicated tik tok dance. it was very cringe and we hated it. we also watched the same scene like 5 times

6. the girls are fighting. someone tells main girl 2 that she has mental problems and she answers with "if I have mental problems it's because I have a brain" you know the writers took a break after that one

7. see point 4

8. they are playing an icebreaking game. douchebag 1 asks to shy girl "how was the first time you did it?" [implying losing her virginity] "did what?" [oblivious] "panellets [no et fot]" im unsure of how to translate the last part. it's like what you say to show that the previous statement was sarcastic in bad faith. this was extra funny because our group chat is called panellets (Catalan fall sweet)

9. "WE DONT GIVE A FUCK [COLEGA]" unsure of how to translate colega. it's an old way to say bro or dude (they are sneaking out the summer camp to go to the town's over festa major (every town has a town day and there's. music and activities and stuff)

10. and indeed this does say technically "one (a) heart..... for you" local kid does a magic trick for his camp counselor he has a crush on. he's a dork. we've spent since seeing this going up to each other and saying this

MOMENTS IN JO MAI MAI (2024) THAT DON'T TOTALLY LIVE RENT FREE IN A BUNCH OF EIGHT BARELY TWENTY SOMETHINGS' BRAINS

[ladyloveandjustice]

ok yeah since I’ll probably continue posting gifs and stuff, I want to make it clear The Executioner and Her Way of Life is very much ‘This Runs on Anime Bullshit and Wants You to Know It’ yuri-ish storytelling, it is full of Tropes with a capital T that make you roll your eyes. Like Akari making the sex noises when she linked up her magic with Menou had me sinking into the back of my skull, it so destroyed the tension on the moment, it was...I’d like to say it was at least funny but it couldn’t be to me because I’m too old. It was a consensual metaphorical sexytime magic thing to save a runaway train, at least!

I do want to continue with it because the plot and where it might go is interesting to me though!! Also I’m trash for cool girls fighting and being gay with each other. but I am fully prepared for the possibility it might get worse. I do hope there’s more to Akari and she’s not just “endlessly trusting and pure idiot” but is also putting on an act to extent. It is hinting there’s more going on with her by saying she doesn’t want to be abandoned again, but idk if I trust the writing. How she reacts to learning the truth about Menou (and IF she does) will probably make or break a lot of things about whether I buy their relationship.

I do think the direction is doing a lot of heavy lifting keeping things from feeling too icky, since even when it indulges in fanservice it’s kind of restrained?. Like I did do a glance over of the manga and the part where Akari starts to undress to ‘save’ Menou is SO much worse there. You see all the way down her shirt, her eyes are all teary, it’s really fetishized. Whereas while the anime does close up on her chest when she starts to undo her shirt, it’s just the tiniest bit of skin in comparison and Menou’s protective arm goes over it so quickly it doesn’t allow anyone to revel in it? It’s almost like the viewer is being told “NOPE, NOT OKAY” too, which I think works. So the visuals are doing their best with what they have, and I’m thankful for that at least.

[uswntxfootball]

we’re just rivals (on the field) (leah williamson x chelsea!reader)

the “epilogue” / part 2 to we should be rivals

of course, the game she decided to come to was this one.

word count: 2418 ish

rated F for fluffy, I for idiocy (or injury), and C for charles.

——

it’s been about two weeks since you showed up to that arsenal game.

and about two weeks since you’ve talked to the english defender.

it wasn’t like you weren’t trying to talk, you just never had the time to.

training had been hectic for the both of you, and it always seemed like one was busy while the other one wasn’t.

“why do you look so blue?”

“jee maybe it’s because i’m wearing a chelsea shirt?”

jessie rolled her eyes before huffing:

“come on y/n you know what i meant.”

“do i?”

“you’re impossible.”

“no i’m y/n.”

“oh my god.”

you let out a loud cackle at jessie’s frustrated cry.

you ran your hands through your hair quickly, letting out a sigh of relief when jessie stopped questioning you.

truth is, you missed leah more than you’d like to admit.

you missed her flirty glances and slightly cocky demeanor, and it began to eat up at you a little bit.

by focusing on the task at hand, which was the upcoming manchester city game, you attempted to distract yourself from it.

it helped a little.

jessie could tell something was up, but after your previous exchange she stopped pushing it (for now) upon seeing your refusal to give in, and partly for the sake of her sanity.

you let out a sigh of relief when the whistle blew, signaling the end of training.

you grabbed your water bottle and jumped when you felt someone slap you on your shoulder.

“okay now spill.”

you turn to see jessie giving you a concerned look, the midfielder’s cheeks red and hair messy from the exertion of practice.

“you look like a sunburnt lion,” you snort, before taking a drink of water.

jessie scoffs.

“lions don’t get sunburnt. i thought you’d know tha-hey!”

jessie lets out a yell of protest when you spray your water in her face.

you shoot her a cheeky grin before making a run for it.

“get back here! y/n!”

~~

on the other side of the spectrum, leah felt the same.

she was however, less of a mess than you, and held it together much better than you did.

~~

you let out a little sigh as you stare at the tv.

there she was in all her glory, fuming and talking to lisa after a game, a sight which you rather enjoyed.

after all, it was kind of hot.

you rewinded that section for a little bit, and nearly shit your pants when you heard the apartment door open.

“hey i brought lunch what are you-“

jessie stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the tv.

she let out a snort when she saw you.

you were crammed behind the couch in a failed attempt to hide yourself.

“watching leah are we?”

you let out a grumble from behind the couch:

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

jessie rolled her eyes and you heard a rustle before letting out a yelp of surprise when her bag hits you on your head.

“you bitch you hit me.”

“yeah yeah whatever.”

you wriggle your way out from your “hiding place” and plop down on the couch, still rubbing your head.

“i think you made me lose a bunch of brain cells.”

jessie snorts.

“to lose them you’d need some in the first place.”

you growl and shoot her a glare before crossing your arms and huffing:

“i’m ignoring you now.”

the canadian rolls her eyes and shrugs.

“finally some peace and quiet around here.”

“you’re mean.”

“i thought you were ignoring me.”

“shut up.”

~~

the next game was a tough one.

manchester city was a tough opponent and you’re now realizing why.

it was chelsea’s first game against them since they signed the uswnt players, and good lord have they improved.

you watched from across the pitch as jessie was struggling to get the ball from white, your chest heaving slightly while doing so.

you were already exhausted and it wasn’t even half time yet.

your head snaps up when you see a movement to your right, and you took a quick glance to the stands to see the top of a red jersey peaking out behind a black coat.

that’s all you could see before your name was being called and you turned to receive a pass.

and then you got caught up in the game once again, too busy to realize what it meant.

chelsea went into halftime down 1-0.

your halftime talk was brief, mostly just emma giving quick pointers here and there.

when the talk ended and break finished, you were so determined and focused that you nearly walked into the door frame on your way out of the training room.

the second half was going just like the first.

the possession was deadlocked, opportunities were deadlocked, and if it continued like this manchester city would win.

so you decide to fuck it.

you’re getting this corner kick in no matter what.

as reiten prepared to take it, you positioned yourself right next to the keeper and the post.

just for a moment, you let your eyes drift to the stands, your eyes catching a blonde’s as you do so.

it took you a second to realize who that was.

almost instantly, butterflies tore through your stomach, and you barely miss the whistle signaling the corner kick.

just barely.

now you have to score.

leah’s here.

you have to.

reiten sends the ball into the box, and almost like magic it’s heading for exactly where you’re standing.

you could see roebuck beginning to grab for it, and you didn’t care, you were going for that ball.

just as your head makes contact with it, you hear a resounding crack and yours eyes start watering in pain as you hit the ground.

your hands were covering your face and you could taste blood in your mouth, but you couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

jessie’s hand and concerned voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“hey are you okay? what’s wrong?”

you groaned a little in pain and whispered:

“did we score?”

jessie let out a halfhearted eye roll before saying:

“that’s what you’re worried about? well you scored, but please don’t kill yourself trying to do that next time.”

you let out a soft chuckle before taking jessie’s hand and getting to your feet.

one of your hands were still covering your face, and when you put them down jessie lets out a surprised yelp.

“oh jesus! okay uhm we need a medic here!”

pretty soon you were surrounded by the medical staff, and taking one look at you they ask for a substitute.

there’s a ringing in your ears so you can barely hear snippets of the medical conversation, but you hear enough to know what’s going on.

broken nose. punched in the face by the goalkeeper. need to set it.

it’s when you’re being led off the pitch that you remember about leah.

your eyes widen and you turn to the stands, and you couldn’t tell if it was your angle or not, but you couldn’t see her anywhere.

you shook your head slightly and continued your walk off the pitch.

emma joined you in the room along with a few guys on the medical team, and said:

“listen, we can set your nose now, or we can wait until after the game. we’ll give you a few moments to decide.”

you give a nod and with that everyone left the room.

it was quiet for about a minute before you heard footsteps again.

“hey i haven’t…”

the rest of your sentence gets caught in your throat when you look up.

in the doorway stood the girl who’d been on your mind for the past few weeks, and you blushed a little at the sight.

“um uh i-how are you?” you managed to stutter out.

leah lets out a light chuckle before saying:

“shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

the defender walks up to you and gently places her hands on your cheeks, quietly examining your face.

“well it’s definitely broken,” she mutters softly, and in a sudden jolt of confidence you bring your hand up to cup hers in yours.

leah smiles a little at that and takes your hands down to rest in your lap.

“how did you get down here?”

leah blushes and smiles sheepishly:

“i may have had to sneak around a guard or two..”

“you wanted to see me that badly huh?”

leah gives a slight eye roll at your teasing tone.

“be careful, i could leave at any moment.”

you let out a loud laugh before wincing slightly, the action shooting a fresh wave of pain over your face.

“be careful, don’t want that pretty face to scar,” leah says teasingly.

“why would you like me less with a scar?”

“well i didn’t say that.”

you try to wink, only getting halfway before wincing in pain again.

it’s now that emma walks back in with the medical staff, who looks up in surprise when she sees leah.

“we can’t have visitors here-“

“have her stay.”

“y/n we really can’t-“

“nope she’s staying.”

your coach lets out a defeated sigh.

“fine.”

and you hear her mutter something that sounds like:

“i don’t get paid enough for this.”

leah shot you a look before letting go of your hand, much to your dismay, and moved to a spot next to you, out of their way.

“so y/n, did you decide t-“

“set it now.”

emma gives the medical staff a thumbs up and  the go ahead and glances quickly at you and leah with an expression of oh look, more gays, before heading out back onto the pitch.

a gruff voice focuses your attention back to the foreground.

“alright y/n, my name is charles, and i’ll be setting your nose today.”

you give an attempt at a snort, and wince before saying:

“sounds like you’re my waiter or something.”

charles gives a hearty chuckle, and as he examines your face says:

“this one’s got a sense of humor huh.”

you let out a wink in leah’s direction before saying:

“oh you know it.”

charles turns with his back to you, looking through his equipment bag and says:

“okay this might hurt a bit, so i recommend grabbing something, not me preferably.”

“do people do that?”

charles turns to you with a bit of tape and gauze in his hands and places them on the table beside you.

“like you wouldn’t believe.”

you let out a laugh.

“alright let’s get this over with.”

“okay then, since they still have a game going on, please try not to yell.”

you felt his hands on your face and you braced yourself for it.

“alright ready? on the count of 3.”

“1.”

“2.”

your hand shot out in leah’s direction and the defender took it without hesitation.

“3.”

charles moved his body with his hands and the pain was almost instantaneous.

still, you gritted your teeth as your eyes start to water, not noticing how tightly you clamped onto leah’s hand.

it’s only after when charles is wrapping your nose that leah whispers:

“i know we play football but i kind of still need my hand.”

“sorry,” you mutter, relaxing your grip, and at the same time refusing to let go of her.

“all righty! took it like a champ, you didn’t even yell.”

you shrug before saying nonchalantly, “yeah i’m not much of a screamer.”

you grinned cheekily when you notice leah’s eyes widening and cheeks reddening.

as charles was packing up his stuff, he asks:

“so is this your girlfriend?”

it was silent for a few seconds, and charles turns to look at the two of you.

“i’m sensing like a we’re friends but we flirted a bit and now we don’t know where we stand kind of a vibe.”

you and leah speak at the same time.

“yeah.”

“exactly.”

charles picked up his bag and said:

“i figured. anyways you guys look cute together, and i’m gonna go back to the game now.”

and with that said, he gave you a little wave and walked out of the room.

“well he was fun, i liked him,” you said to leah, who smiled and nodded a bit in agreement.

the two of you chatted about meaningless things for a little while, before you shot up suddenly and pulled her with you.

“come on, let’s get out of here.”

leah scrunched her eyebrows up in confusion.

“where are we going?”

you grin at her.

“well i promised i’d take you on a date if you came to my game didn’t i?”

leah’s cheeks flush a little and she says:

“w-“

jessie’s voice cuts leah’s response short.

“y/n! how are you doin-oh.”

the canadian’s eyes flickered between your face and leah’s face, before moving towards your joined hands.

a teasing smile made its way onto her face and before you could stop it, jessie stepped forward and began talking to leah.

“hey, i’m jessie, also y/n’s best friend, you must be the one who-“

you let go of leah’s hand and cut in with a pitiful attempt to stop her from talking.

“NOPE I’M GOING TO LEAVE IM-“

leah crossed her arms and watched the two of you with an amused smirk plastered on her face.

“got y/n, a diehard chelsea fan i tell you, to-“

“NOPE NOPE NOPE JESSIE LETS NOT-“

“buy an arsenal jersey. yours to be exact.”

you groaned and your face flushed red with embarrassment, closing your eyes and turning to face the wall.

you spun around and took leah’s hand, dragging her out of the room while flipping off jessie.

you hear jessie yell from behind you:

“love you too y/n!”

it’s when the two of you made your way out of the stadium when she says:

“so an arsenal jersey huh?”

your cheeks flush redder and you mumble:

“shut up.”

“i’ll bet it looks great on you,” leah added with a wink.

“it’ll look even better on your bedroom floor,” you retort.

leah’s eyes widened a little as her face became blood red.

“what?”

you grin cockily.

“nothing!”

leah just looked at you in utter disbelief.

[augment-techs]

sentence starters: Golem Girl (edition one)

And let me tell you, fucking is a lot louder than a whisper.

The night people left me alone.

And silence makes three.

“If I looked like you, I’d kill myself!”

Resplendent in a concertmaster tuxedo complete with tails.

A bunch of wannabe Marx Brothers equipped with bongs and a comprehensive collection of porn.

Of course they knew. Quasi-twinship is a two-way street.

We’d just gotten their blessing--but as what? Lovers? Or cripple and caretaker?

Got it. The Universal equated to men at war and women in bed. The fragile human body pertained only to me.

Their ghost led me straight to a dupioni coat in brilliant manganese blue.

Anticipating no. Hearing yes.

Blood shot from my head to my groin like delirious crosstown traffic.

I acquired erotic strategy by the hour.

The magic trick of the penis alone--supernatural.

No matte. I’d learned that I loved, I mean loved, sex.

No one’s ego survives being seen in stirrups.

Male ugliness was not an obstacle; talking frogs and werewolf noblemen.

In fairy tales, the reverse never held true.

A cranky mystic who cultivated their own bamboo forest.

“But you’re the most interesting person here.”

Turned out that something was their white iron bed.

“I am made of thicker clay.”

The contest was won by youthful delusion, as it always is.

Our new home was a loft in the Flats, right above the dance club.

I responded by dying my hair in hot-pink stripes and by shopping at grungy thrift stores in Boystown.

This was not the man I knew.

Another park, another river, another attempt to figure us out.

The joke was that they weren’t leaving, I was. Seemed I was the gay one after all.

I had signed the lease long before I’d known we were to be a threesome.

I was a crow among flamingos.

My days were full of vertigo and fog.

My librarian, my architect, my surgeon general, my curator. 

Sand and sea shone through their bodies.

Jackal-headed canopic urns guarded the hearts of the dead; winged lapis bulls thrust their beards atop the Assyrian gates.

I had pins in my hip, crutches under my arms, and wasn’t able to open my legs. A lot could be done nonetheless, and we did a thrilling amount of it.

His actions were reprehensible, and yet he saved me.

Grief, for one molten second, is lifted away and transmuted into hate.

We cover the mirrors, we tear our clothes.

People bring food. Soon food covers every flat surface.

The marriage rituals say that if you have sex, the room must only be lit with a candle hidden behind a screen.

“Think of the patterns they’d make in the floor.”

A sly and bewitching pixie who had once taken me downtown to Fountain Square and taught me how to scoop up pigeons in my bare hands and toss them at men in business suits.

I’d discovered that there were satisfyingly weird people at college.

People who played the ocarina at dawn; whose wardrobe consisted of tie-dyed dungarees, tie-dyed scarves, tie-dyed T-shirts, and tie-dyed socks (we avoided asking about underwear).

Pale and fair and shy, until they got wired on vending machine coffee.

In retrospect, they probably coveted both of us for our hair.

Headless, armless, heavily scarred men and women whose torsos were rent by gaping hollows.

At least I wasn’t making the creepiest work.

I was doodling lions in the margins of my history textbook when a grenade went off in my belly.

Sirens. Curious faces. A bitter wind sliding around the stretcher.

Universal law decrees that tumors and cysts are either golf balls or grapefruit.

I woke up with a wide flat smile of an incision just above my pubic bone, and the sensation that I’d been set on by sadistic plumbers.

Carrie Buck vs Bell, wherein the woman, her sister, and daughter, were sterilized after being labeled “feeble-minded”; the judge ruled against their lawsuit.

Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr. pronounced the famous verdict: “Three generations of imbeciles is enough.”

The eugenics movement began in the USA and not in Germany.

When my friends and I had splashed and dunked each other wearing one-piece suits wearing fishies and whales.

What I saw was a man with a serious fetish.

I examined my ghostly portrait, flesh stripped away, inconsequential, revealing my glowing Scheherazade bones.

Two days after they left, I was on the table again.

I hadn’t realized that “traction” meant being trussed up like Wile E. Coyote after another self-induced misfortune.

My response was to develop a case of hospital delirium.

Who hid behind transparent curtains and gave birth to shards of glass.

My bowl was afloat with tiny, fragile spines.

My train back to Chicago was a nine-hour anxiety attack.

You’ve never been kissed until you’ve made out with a saxophone player.

“If it wasn’t for the fact you need me, I would kill myself.”

“It’s, well, it’s voluntary paralysis.”

I’ve imagined them as a chicken-boned ectomorph, as a deluded Colossus bestriding the halls of the hospital.

They were staring at me from the black balaclava of a serial killer.

Their elbows were a strange pewter blue; stranger still they could take a nickel or a dime and wrote words on their own arm; due to a condition called dermatographic urticaria.

Let’s not forget the tapeworm.

I wore its small cold weight as a comfort.

Sex scared me from my bones outward.

Both one year older than me, both willing to give me the shelter of their wings.

Hello, another Weirdo Island.

Who knew that sweaters were handed down for generations?

I should have been sent to a gynecologist; instead, my pediatrician sent me to a psychiatrist.

There’s not just love in this story, but luck.

Dark luck is not bad luck. Luck can be shrouded and half-shadowed, if its outcome takes years--even half a lifetime--to be revealed. If its origin is pain.

The house loved sunshine.

Their crutches splayed sideways like the legs of a day old fawn.

I shrugged and launched myself into anarchy.

But back into the fireplace.

It was good to know I had something to offer this friendship.

The entire school had a crush in their crush.

What a ludicrous victory.

I loved them with all my heart. They were funny and sarcastic, a truth-teller and wizard at whipping up urgently needed comfort food.

And there was no one left to ask.

But with a thin veneer of whimsy pasted on top.

Operating rooms, bright and clean and full of things for cutting meat.

Flesh pink, skin pink, lip pink, palm pink, vagina pink, eyelid pink.

Curtains parted for the theater of blood.

…In a broken-glass, stop-motion bullet.

Their body was big and emphatically solid.

On our third night lust trumped fear.

In Jewish folklore, the Angel of Death is rather stupid.

Teratology, from the Greek teratos, or “monster,” is the medical term for the study of birth defects.

“From God’s perspective, all humans are disabled.” --Michael Chemers.

Golems are permitted to exist only if they conform to the wishes of their masters.

When a Golem determines its own purpose--let’s call it hubris--it is almost always destroyed.

[jadedxrealityw]

-Strange Girl- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

    ♡~🐍~♡

    Request:   can you do one where draco realizes he likes the reader and wants to kiss her but he is scared so once she is by herself one day he goes up to her and kisses her and he is embarrassed but she kisses him again 🥺🥺 and she’s a hufflepuff

    Kody: This is gonna be a short one, but sweet nonetheless.

    Year: 7th

    House: Hufflepuff

    Possible Triggers/Warnings: fluff overload, Draco being a nervous wreck because i like torturing him. 

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    herbology was your favorite class at Hogwarts. Plants and learning about their magical properties were just something you found extremely interesting. It was also where you met your soon to be favorite person. Draco Malfoy had been chatting it up with his friends and go himself a detention after lunch.

   being you, you spent most of your time in the herbology classroom. So after lunch when Draco Malfoy went to serve said detention you were there, but no professor? How strange. He had thought he walked into the wrong classroom for a moment.

    Roll Flashback

   “Professor Sprout?” a males voice called out. Startled, you quickly go to stand up, but hit your head on the table you were under instead causing a loud thud and slight pain. “Ouch!” you squeaked, reaching up to rub the top of your head with the pal of your head to sooth the pain.

   “Who the bloody hell are you?” turning your head, your met with cold grey eyes that bore deep within your soul. Draco. Malfoy. Damnit. “Um Y/n L/n, Hufflepuff, 7th year- uh sorry!” you sputter, being intimidated by this tall platinum blond Slytherin.

   he raises a brow and looks around “Where the Professor?” he asked, referring to the first statement he had said. “She usually just asks me to watch the ‘troubled kids’ as she calls it, but they just end up leaving because i’m not threatening in the slightest. She gave you a list of stuff to do i presume?”

   you lean down and pick up the empty pots from the ground you had dropped before you got there, keeping your hand up so he could hand you the paper. Draco looked at you weirdly. You were fully aware of the fact people chose to walk all over you? ‘What a strange girl’ he thought.

  he nonetheless reaches into his robe pocket to hand you the sheet of folded up parchment. His fingers grazed your hand as he slipped it in your palm. You felt your face flush slightly, but grab it anyway. You lean back up, placing the pots on the table and use one hand to unfold the paper, quite skillfully.

   you eyes scanned the few items on the list and you smiled gleefully ‘How fun’ you thought. You turn your attention to the Slytherin and nod once “Thank you. Now just avoid Sprout for like an hour and you should be okay. I suggest just hanging out in your common room for now”

   Draco’s blinks mindlessly for a second or two. “How- How come your just letting me leave? You seem like a goody two shoes. Why not just rat me out?” a amused smirk played on his lips as he spoke. You reach under the cupboard and grab the bag of soil that was under, placing it down.

   you look up at the ceiling, indicating you were thinking “Um- well, i believe that we shouldn’t have to ‘do extra’ for a class we aren’t really interested in. I, on the other hand love herbology, so i don’t mind the extra work. You rather do something in Alchemy right?”

   your words seem to catch him off guard How did you know that? He crosses his arms with a distasteful look “Oh so your some bloody stalker aren’t you?” he hisses, which makes you twinge a bit, but you stand your ground “We have been in the same potions class since first year. You speak quite loudly”

   you let out a small laugh, but Draco just huffs and makes a dramatic exit ‘Strange bloody girl’ he thought while storming off

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   after that, Draco began to take notice to you in potions class. For someone who liked herbology a whole lot, you exceeded in in potions almost as well as he did. How in his right mind had he not seen you before? Maybe it was because if a person didn’t wear a green lined robe, he tuned them out.

   a month or so would pass and we would continue getting detentions in herbology, but would actually aid you in his own punishment chores this time. You both made small talk and Draco grew to like your company. You didn’t seem to be afraid of him, well not to much.

   you also found yourself growing closer to the Slytherin, but in a romantic way. You just couldn’t shake the feeling no matter how hard you tried. What really got you was when he took off his robe and vest and rolled up the sleeves of the white collared shirt. It. Was. Hot

   but out of the herbology classroom, you were nothing more then the strangers you were a month ago. Your friends had convinced you to try and get over him because it wouldn’t result in anything other then avoidable heartbreak. Draco on the other hand was a oblivious idiot. 

   “So let me guess, when you talk to Y/n you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, your palms get sweaty, your heart rate starts to pick up, and you kind of want to kiss her?” Blaise explained, brow raised in a amused manner. Draco’s jaw dropped, dropping his book “How do you know that!”

   the tall Slytherin boy chuckled “because you won’t stop talking about her. Its driving me, Theo, and Pans up the wall. Just ask her out” he shakes his head. Theo and Pansy nod from there side of the sofa in agreement “Please, we beg you. It’s so obvious you like her. Its painful” Pansy groans.

   Draco’s pale face turned a light shade of pink as he clicked his tongue “I do not like Y/n. That’s absurd! She’s a Hufflepuff anyway, what would my father think?” he crossed his arms. “In case you haven’t noticed mate all three of us are still alive and well”

   “What does that mean?” Draco asked, a confused expression on his face. Blaise sighs deeply and lifts his hand that is interlocked with Theos “All three of us? Gay. Pansy? She’s dating Ginny Weasley. A Gryffindor girl. We are living proof that your father will be pissed, but won’t shit” Blaise xplained. 

   Draco seemed to have an epiphany and pushed up and off from the black loveseat. Tripping over his feet, he zoomed out of the Slytherin common room leaving his friends slightly stunned “What do you think he’s going to do?” Theo asked with an excited smile.

   “Trip over some stairs and die at this rate” Pansy let out a snort. Blaise shook his head and stood up from the sofa with Theo “Will be in my dorm room, alone. Bye Pansy” Blaise spoke quickly as he began to drag Theo into the halls. The brown haired Slytherin boy smiled and waved “Bye Pans!”

   seconds later Pansy grumbled “I hate being single- oh wait. Ginny!” she yelled as she followed Draco out of the common room to find her girlfriend. 

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   running down the halls of Hogwarts, he made a sharp turn to the exit. He pushed open the doors, the cold air hitting his exposed skin. He should not have ran out of the common room only wearing a black t-shirt with dark grey sweats. He even forgot shoes and was only wearing socks. What a lovesick boy he was. 

   he made his way behind the school to the greenhouse where he had met you all those weeks ago. Hoping to find you there. As the pale boy pushed the door open, there was no one to be seen. “Y/n!?” he shouted, but nobody came.(Someone has to get that reference please)

   a confused look played on his features. Your always here and now your not? He had no time to mull over that fact and left the greenhouse. Searching the school felt like hours, when in reality was only about ten minutes. He had even waited outside the Hufflepuff common room for awhile.

   waiting had only made his heart race more in anticipation. He wanted to see you. He needed to see you. He soon found himself walking back to the greenhouse. “Draco?” his head snaps up like an owl. There you were with a confused expression,  E/c eyes looking up and down his body.

   why wasn’t he wearing shoes? It was also dreadfully cold out and he didn’t have any jumper of sorts, while you looked as warm as a marshmello. “Why don’t you have shoes. Are you alright?” you asked, worry clear in your tone. Draco didn’t answer, just walked towards you.

   you raise a brow, placing the bag of soil on the ground. As soon as you lean back up a pair of lips clash with yours. His lips move against yours in a feverish way, almost hungry. Draco pulls away and looks down at your shocked face. Oh shit. 

   “Oh- no. I apologize for that. I- I didn’t- well i did mean to, but i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m going to kill Blaise-” he was forcing words out which seemed to bring you back to reality so you could grab a fistful of his t-shirt and bring his head down to your height.

   now it was your turn to kiss the shocked boy. It didn’t take him long to react because his hands found your hips rather quickly. he stepped closer, pushing his chest against yours. Kisses eventually got more sloppy before he pulled away for air “I- uh- wow?” he said, unsure of what to say. You chuckle softly.

   “Yeah, wow. Now let’s get you inside. Your so cold” You say, grabbing his chilled hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. He nodded slowly “Please” he said, a small smile forming. You both made your way back inside the school, holding hands and smiling. 

   “What in the bloody hell just happened?” Cedric asked, looking towards the  Gryffindor boy who had watched the whole scene with him.

   Harry seemed to sputter a bit before answering “i- i have no clue. We should do that though” 

   “What?”

   “Nothing!”

    ♡~🐍~♡

   Kody: short, sweet, kill me im so tired. Anyways peace. I also ordered a Draco Malfoy love letter on etsy, so when that comes in February, expect a post about it lmao. 

[flappingdragon200]

Summary}

Noelle gets noticed by her big brother and his rival. Noelle gets caught and the two have to explain themselves (Sorta). But all in all, Noelle finally strikes a deal with her siblings.

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[Previously]

"You know..." Her brother sighed before continuing, " I should have challenged you to a game of poker. I would have won. And I'd also have more money on my behalf." He looked up and smiled, and Fuegoleon dipped Nozel and... and...

MY BROTHER IS GAY?!?!?!?!?!?!

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[Continue...]

Noelle didn't know what to do. She stood there, eye's wide, as her brother's rival kissed him, on the lips, passionately, as his hands traveled up and down Nozel's leg heatedly. Noelle couldn't believe this...

Her brother moaned...

Never in her lifetime of living with her brother, never ever, had she heard him make that kind of sound before. But here she is, seeing what she couldn't believe was possible.

W-wait... What..?! I... I have to be seeing things...

Noelle blinked twice, she even rubbed her eyes to see if it was real. And in fact... It was.

Noelle backed up feeling very confused, but she didn't know that there was a table with a vase on it. And yes by now I think you know what's going to happe-

C R A S H

The vase fell and broke as she bumped her hip against the table.

She saw between the crack of the door, they looked at the crack and saw someone, but they didn't know who...

"See! I TOLD you! You idiotic oaf!" Nozel said as he slapped Fuegoleon in the face with an obvious blush on his face.

Noelle didn't know what to do as her brother came closer to the door. Her feet yet again deciding for her, she sprinted for her life as she ran down the hall.

As Nozel gotten to the doors and opened them to see who was out there. But as he looked from his right to his left, he saw just the outline of someone's feet running the corner of the hallway. Nozel walked back over to Fuegoleon.

"You... Will stay here and wait till I come back. You got that?" Nozel said as he pushed a finger to Fuegoleon's chest harshly as he backed up and put his hands in the air as a, "I surrender" Move.

After he did so, Nozel tried his best to run as fast as he could in heels, hoping to catch the culprit who dared to sneak a peek inside of the room, while he was doing something that he should have never been doing.

Damn it..! My reputation is ruined now..!

{Back With Noelle}

Noelle didn't stop running until she knew she was far away, where any of them couldn't find her.

Noelle put her hands on her knees and bet over, as she caught her breath. It took 5 minutes to regain her normal breathing. Her throat was dry after breathing so hard. Her legs didn't seem to be working anymore, so she sat down and regained her composer.

As she did so, she looked around at where she was at.

She didn't know where she was at. She didn't even know that this place existed. She never saw this place before. But. It looked like it hasn't been touched in years.

It didn't seem like anyone, not even a single soul has traveled through these halls, and you could tell by the many cobwebs and spiders, and the old paint on the broken tables, and the rickety doors that could break any moment someone touched them.

Despite Noelle's legs that ached with every move, she stood up to wander around to see where she was at.

Noelle traveled down hallways, opened up doors to old bedrooms, guest rooms, bathrooms, living rooms, lounge rooms, and many more.

Noelle opened the last door from the hallway she was in and took a quick look inside. Nothing was new, it was just another guest room.

All in all, there wasn't much to explore, there was just 4 guest rooms, 2 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 1 lounge room, and 2 living rooms, and an abandoned hot spring, with no controls as they were ripped out of the wall, and the pools where the hot water would be were empty and the paint was dried and cracked, and it also smelled horribly disgusting.

Noelle closed the door and continued to walk down the rest of the door-less hallway and turned another corner.

What she saw was, at the end of the hallway there was a pair of double doors, quite large, with gold, and silver designs on them.

Noelle got curious and walked toward the door. She got closer to the door. And soon enough, she was looking at the door handle wondering if she pulled that handle, what would be on the other side of the door.

But she was immediately stopped when she remembered why she was here.

Wait... I'm not here to be exploring! I'm here to fix things with my siblings..!

Noelle shook her head, and walked back down the empty hallway, back the way her siblings were at.

{Meanwhile With Nozel and Fuegoleon}

"This is all your fault..!" Nozel shouted at Fuegoleon as he stripped from his "Dress" and put on his regular attire for the day as Fuegoleon had his back to him, doing the same thing.

"How is this my fault? I had nothing to do with this." Fuegoleon replied while putting on his under white/tan T-shirt, and soon following it, his abnormally heavy cardigan.

"If you hadn't started that fight and struck that deal, then afterward suggested that we did whatever we did in that... Room... Then this would never have happened..! It's your god damn fault! My reputation is ruined because of you and your silly games!" Nozel finished as he put on his choker and went to get his sandals.

"Look. I didn't know that someone would sneak on us and take a look. I can't tell the future Nozel." Fuegoleon said as he tied his belt around his stomach and finished his look by putting on his boots.

In fact, Fuegoleon was right. He couldn't tell the future.

"Well, you better start trying," Nozel said as he put on his sandals and stormed out the door yet again.

Fuegoleon sighed as he picked up the suit he was wearing before this event started, and folded it nicely as he set it down on Nozel's bedside table.

"Well, that was a waste of time. So much for trying to get him to soften up a bit." Fuegoleon said as he rubbed the back of his head as he climbed out the balcony window and went back to the other side of the Silva Estate.

{Yet Again Back With Noelle}

Noelle walked the halls of the Silva Estate in search of someone, a maid, a butler, hell, even one of her siblings.

As Noelle was walking down one of the hallways about to turn the corner, something or someone, rushed by the hallway in front of her.

(If this is confusing I'll just- you know what... Here...)

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Noelle fell to the ground as she wondered what the hell just happened. She blinked a few times before she stood up once again.

Noelle shook her head in disbelief.

No... That couldn't be him... That can't be-

"Noelle?"

Noelle poked her head up to see her big brother, in his normal attire look at her with a raised eyebrow and a light crimson blush on his face.

Noelle yet again rubbed her eyes to see what she was seeing was true. And yet again, in fact, it was, real.

Noelle's face turned bright red as she got in a stance to run.

And she did.

As Noelle did run her head only thought of one thing,

I'M DEAD, I'M DEAD, IM DEAD!!!

Soon she found herself being wrapped up in something cold, and smooth. Her legs kept swinging as if she was still running when she was actually being lifted up from the marble floor.

And in an instant, she was looking at her big brother's eyes in terror.

"I think we need to have a little talk..."

"Ooh~! H-Hey Nozel~! Didn't see you there! How is life going for you?~" Noelle was sweating underneath her clothing as she felt his cold gaze upon her as she looked anywhere but at him.

"Enough of the pep talk. Your coming with me." Nozel said as she lost all hope of trying to escape from his magic's grasp.

"I'm screwed..." Noelle said as a ghost-like figure came from her mouth as she looked while as a ghost.

[Mini-Time skip!]

Noelle was now, sitting on the couch, accompanied by Fuegoleon and her big brother Nozel.

It was dead silent. Noelle was shaking in her seat.

"Look. Noelle. I'm sure whatever you saw was a big misunderstand-" Fuegoleon was cut off by Nozel.

"She's not an idiot like you. She has eye's you know..." Nozel glared daggers at Fuegoleon and he just sighed.

"Then you take it from here. I have no idea why I was called here in the first pl-" Fuegoleon had gotten to stand up but was grabbed by the arm and pulled down by Nozel.

"You're staying right here, and you're not going anywhere until I say so." Nozel shot daggers at Fuegoleon's figure.

Fuegoleon just sighed and crossed his arms while sitting back in the seat, closing his eyes, waiting for them to continue what they were going to talk about.

"I have no idea who let you in the first place, and if that was you at the door, you have seen nothing. Do I make myself clear?" Nozel said glaring at his little sister as she was in a different dimension at the moment in this timeline.

WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!?! MY LIFE IS DOOMED!

Then an awkward silence fell between them, with Nozel waiting for an answer, clearly, he wasn't going to get any time soon, and Fuegoleon who was just laid back as usual, and Noelle... Going ape shit crazy as of the moment.

Noelle Couldn't focus. But it was only when Fuegoleon called out to her multiple times she awoke from her wonders.

"Uhh... Y-Yes?" Noelle spoke and Nozel sighed, thinking that would be the best answer he was going to get out from the younger one.

Nozel pressed on the bridge of his nose and asked her a question, "What are you even doing here anyway? I thought you didn't like it here..." he spoke not looking in the direction of the teenager.

"uhh... well... You see... uhh..." Noelle was sweating. No. beyond sweating. She felt like a burning volcano.

"Well?" Nozel looked at her in the eye with a questionable look on his face.

Brother Nozel is scary. I think even scarier than Captain Yami...

Noelle gulped, and took a deep breath then shouted, "THE TRUTH IS I WANT TO MAKE A DEAL WITH YOU!!!"

Nozel nearly fell off his seat, and Fuegoleon flinched heavily.

Who knew the girl could scream so loud?

After both of the older males' ears came back from the dead, Nozel asked her another question, "What kind of deal..?"

He was a bit scared. But he wouldn't admit it.

"Well..." Noelle looked around and saw servants looking their way, then responded, "I think it's better with privacy. I don't want rumors spreading..." She then looked back to the ground contemplating her existence.

Nozel shot a deathly glare at the servants signaling to stop whatever they are doing and go as far away as possible.

The servants were now on the other side of the estate.

Nozel looked back to Noelle, "Continue." He said while Fuegoleon sweatdropped.

Noelle looked up to meet her brother's gaze, she once again gulped, but this time, with fear, "The truth is, I don't want the bond we barely even have to break... I don't want to live in fear every time I have to see you or Solid and Nebra anymore. I want to have a normal family, like everyone else..."

Both males' eyes widened at her statement.

Nozel was beyond shock. Fuegoleon just smiled in disbelief.

Noelle looked at Fuegoleon and then her brother. She looked down to the floor. She didn't know what to do. How will they react? What will they think of her?

It was a long silence before someone spoke up. Guess who? It's secret. (Just read ahead)

Nozel cleared his throat before speaking, "I will notify Nebra and Solid about this matter. Until then you will have to wait for an answer. I will send you a letter to your squad's headquarters." Nozel sat up from his seat and pulled Fuegoleon by the ear.

"Ouch! Hey! What's the rush?!" Fuegoleon was dragged across the room, and up the stairs questioning Nozel.

"We, have more important matters to discuss..." Nozel growled as he pulled Fuegoleon, by the ear, even harder.

Noelle watched them bicker as they walked off into the distance. She sat there figuring out what had just happened.

Noelle blinked a few times before smiling and laughing.

Well... That's not what I had expected... But. it's a great start!

Noelle sat up with a smile on her face as she went to leave the estate. As Noelle did so, she passed by the portrait of her Mother. She stopped to look at it and smiled even brighter.

I hope your watching mother... I hope you're doing well. I know I am.

And Noelle continued to walk outside and to The Black Bulls hideout. She cant wait to tell them what had happened.

No. She really can't.