#lena is an intimidating badass

[thebuzztrack]

A Review of ‘Polite Society’ (2023)

Polite Society (2023) is a hilarious and heartwarming action comedy that entertained me for its entire duration. The film follows Ria Khan, a British-Pakistani teenager who dreams of becoming a professional stuntwoman. But she faces obstacles from her traditional family and society. When her older sister Lena decides to marry a wealthy and mysterious man, Ria suspects foul play and tries to stop the wedding with the help of her friends. Along the way, she learns more about herself, her sister, and her culture. The film was written and directed by Nida Manzoor, who made her feature film debut with this project. She does fantastic work with creating a vibrant and authentic world of British-Pakistani culture, with witty dialogue, colorful characters, and stunning visuals. The film also had a great soundtrack by Tom Howe and Shez Manzoor, featuring original songs and remixes of classic Bollywood tunes. The film was inspired by Manzoor’s personal experiences as a British-Pakistani woman who grew up loving action movies and martial arts. She wanted to make a film that represented her culture and identity in a positive and fun way.

The cast is enjoyable to watch! Especially Priya Kansara as Ria and Ritu Arya as Lena. They had great chemistry as sisters who love each other but have different views on life. Kansara was charming and charismatic as Ria. She is fearless, rebellious, and passionate about martial arts. She also performed most of her stunts, which is impressive and thrilling. She has trained with professional stunt coordinators and martial artists over a few months to prepare for the role. Arya is equally brilliant as Lena, who is astute, elegant, and independent. She showed a lot of depth and emotion as she struggled with her identity and choices. She also had a beautiful singing voice that she showcased in one of the musical scenes.

The film also had a lot of humor and heart, thanks to the supporting cast of Ria’s friends and family. Nimra Bucha was hilarious as Raheela, the snooty leader of the Pakistani mothers’ club who tries to set up Lena with her son Salim, played by Akshay Khanna. Salim is a complex and intriguing character with a dark past and a hidden agenda. He was also charming and handsome, making Lena fall for him despite Ria’s warnings. Khanna brought a lot of nuance and charisma to the role. Seraphina Beh and Ella Bruccoleri are adorable as Clara and Alba, Ria’s loyal and quirky friends, collaborate with her schemes. They were both funny and sweet, providing comic relief and emotional support to Ria.

Shona Babayemi is fierce as Kovacs, Ria’s rival at school. She is intimidating and badass but also has a soft side Ria discovers later in the story. Babayemi showed off her skills in boxing and taekwondo in the fight scenes. Shobu Kapoor and Jeff Mirza are endearing as Fatima and Rafe, Ria’s parents, who want the best for their daughters but don’t understand their dreams. They were both loving and strict, trying to balance their traditional values with their modern lives. Kapoor and Mirza had great chemistry as a married couple who bickered but cared for each other.

Polite Society is a fun and refreshing film celebrating sisterhood, diversity, and empowerment. It has a lot of action, comedy, drama, romance, and music making it an enjoyable and entertaining experience. I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys original, creative, and uplifting movies.

[performativezippers]

Chapter 3: Now that you have Stood in a Diamond Formation with your Friends And Enemies, you are No Longer likely to Kill Your Co-Workers and Neighbors!

Before they graduate, or whatever it is from the USDMAMANC, they’re supposed to learn how to work with their affiliate elements, which is a nice way of saying everyone who isn’t their opposite. So Alex has to learn not only to work with any Earth mage, but also any Air mage. Kara’s supposed to do the same.

They’re not required to work together, Alex and Kara, Fire and Water, but everyone thinks it’s a good idea, just in case.

But first, after a long series of arguments with Kevin, Linda, Nancy, and even Maggie, both sisters agree to learn to work with their affiliates before they try again with each other.

The improbable, fascinating thing between Alex and Maggie doesn’t go away. Alex always has at least a couple motes of Maggie’s Earth magic around her, even when they haven’t seen each other for days. And when they do see each other – when they’re in the same space – it looks like Alex’s magic surges over to Maggie. Like it’s being magnetically pulled over to her, like an Air mage is creating some sort of suction system.

It gets to the point where Alex can tell when Maggie’s nearby, because her Fire magic starts to flow purposefully through a particular wall.

And, of course, there’s a surge of yellow and golden brown that floods into Alex at the same time. Through her strongest shields, even.

All the instructors are baffled. There’s nothing about this in any of the texts that have been passed on from the time before the magic went away. But it’s not making either of them weaker – because even when Alex is hemorrhaging her own magic, it’s always replaced by Maggie’s. And she can, they learn at the end of one particularly exhausting session, use Maggie’s magic like she’d use her own.

So it’s not hurting anyone, and it’s not going away, so everyone sort of shrugs, accepts it, and moves on.

[keep reading on AO3]

[from-a-reckless-writer]

RE: the tags about being tempted to post a half finished fic and guess the ending, well you are a reckless writer for a reason

this is long overdue, so here have a fic.

It has come to the point that nothing fazes her anymore.

A kidnapping? Been there, done that. It means calling Sam Arias to intimidate the board of members into temporary submission.

An explosion at the office? Just a typical Tuesday. It means relocating to the 23rd floor and sharing the desk with two other interns for 2 months tops.

An assassination attempt? It means bracing herself for at least 3 deliveries of donuts and coffee for the two following weeks that Kara Danvers would be protectively hovering over L-Corp, until her boss snaps and shoos her away back to CatCo.

She’s seen it all, endured it all and she sure as hell is prepared for it all. She’s got three different ironclad statements ready to publish for whatever PR disaster will most likely turn up that week. She’s got contacts from the FBI, DEO, CatCo, Daily Planet, Gotham Gazette-- hell she even has Lillian’s personal cell (just in case the Luthor matriarch ever tries anything y’know? ) and yes, even the number of that 'Mexican place at 5th and Spring, you know the one Kara likes, Jess?'

She’s got two pairs of heels, a raincoat and four sets of outfits neatly folded in a duffel bag, at the back of the office, reserved for any emergency that requires a change of clothes.

The point is, she is an independent Asian-American woman who has worked her ass off for the better part of the decade and has long learned to take no shit from anybody.

Not even stupid superpowered Kryptonians.

See, it takes a lot to be her. It takes unlimited patience to put up with a woman like Lena Luthor, not because she’s a terrible person. Oh no, no, the complete opposite, actually. She is so overwhelmingly kind to a fault, and she doesn’t want nor let anybody see it. It’s infuriating to see sometimes. Okay, fine, she sides with the Krytonian on that one matter. But oh, ho, ho, not today. Today, she’s mad.

She’s livid, actually and it’s all Supergirl’s fault. (and Lena Luthor's too.)

Jess has had her fair share of ‘I-Should-Not-Have-Been-Here’ moments, like that one time she forgot to knock and stumbled unto Lex mid-yell with Lena whose eyes were shimmering but was still keeping a rigid posture.

Or that one time when she thought her boss had long left the office, only to be greeted with quiet sobs and an empty bottle of scotch rolling on the floor. Or that time she happened upon Lena, skirt and sleeves on fire with fumes rising from a green solution.

Apparently, her staff from the lab refused to let her in after three days of their CEO holding herself in isolation with the experiment. Lena had gotten the great idea of smuggling the chemicals to her office instead. Luthors are nothing but determined. Jess still remembers the adrenaline rush of holding a fire extinguisher—as if she were the chosen 5th grader for a school fire drill—and shoving her boss out of the way.

Like she said, nothing fazes her anymore she’s seen it all, except maybe, this one. Yep, definitely this one. This one just made a hot ball of fury unfurl at her very core. This one might just take the cake.

Jess was just going about her day, returned from a hearty lunch and feeling reinvigorated from that dose of sunlight and fresh air. It was a quiet day today, she noticed, which should’ve been a foretelling.

Nothing really is ever quiet. Well, when it comes to L-Corp, at least.

She’s been sitting on her desk for about a good fifteen minutes and finished with screening a few papers from their new contractors, when it occurs to her that the latest blueprints from R&D are still on her desk instead of already being reviewed by her boss.

She grabs the drawing tube and quickly makes for her boss’s private office. They’ve spent enough time with each other that Jess could just come and go as she pleases, instead of having to knock each time. Saves both of their time, that way.

Although, usually, she buzzes through the intercom first to double check, but it was 1:20 P.M and she knows Lena doesn’t have anything scheduled after lunch. So, she pushes the door, confidently strolls in and promptly stops in her tracks.

Jess stops breathing for a moment, blinks once, twice, stares at the scene before her.

Lena Luthor sat atop her work desk; blouse open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, neck currently being ravaged by Supergirl with legs wrapped around the waist.

She probably should’ve just turned and left while they haven’t seen her yet. That would’ve been the smart decision, right? Yes. Yes, it was so very clearly The Right Decision.

Of course, she doubts she could look Lena in the eye for the next few weeks after that, but at least she wouldn’t know that Jess walked in on them during an er- make-out session? Office tryst? Oh God, she shudders internally. It sounds even worse.

Incident? Yep. Yeah. She’s sticking with incident. Indecent incident sounds more apt really.

She should’ve left. Would have left, if her eyes didn’t just land on the desk—well, more like Miss Luthor’s as- backside—and felt the stirrings of rage make itself known. Because there, underneath Lena’s ass (Backside!! Jess, that’s your boss!) is the squished—probably crumpled—pages of a contract.

A contract they’ve spent 5 months securing!!

Jess decides to do what everyone else would have done in a situation such as this; she clears her throat. Loudly.

Classic move.

Supergirl’s head immediately shoots up and Lena’s eyes snap open.

“Jess!” Supergirl squeaks and she sees the exact moment the realization hits Lena. Her eyes widening at her girlfriend’s exclamation, whips her head to the side, spots Jess, hands scrambling to a panic to close all the buttons of her blouse.

She hears Lena hiss, “Fuck, shit. Oh my God. Shit. How did she even- You have superhearing!!!” as she pushes Supergirl—who lets herself be pushed, stunned by the intrusion, face redder than a tomato.

Lena gets off the desk, fixes herself all the while to futile results. Her hair is tugged down from her usual ponytail, her neck and chest is marked, her lips swollen.

Supergirl's hands twitch at the sides and Jess sees her gulp as blue eyes frantically dart to Lena and her, and then Lena, and then back to her.

Lena finally turns around after those few awkward beats.

"Jess," she begins, clearly trying hard to put on her business bitch persona, but come on, there's a hickey under her jaw for fuck's sake.

"It's not what you-"

Jess doesn’t let her finish, she stomps her way across the office and forcefully puts the drawing tube on the desk. It makes a hollow thump.

“Jess I-”

“Supergirl, do you know how long it takes to finalize a business proposal, pitch it to the board, persuade the board and finally have a contract drawn?”

Supergirl gulps again. Lena’s eyes are wild next to her, she doesn’t like not knowing what the next best move is, Jess knows this all too well.

“Uhhh- no?”

Jesus Christ, you’d think after years of shadowing Cat Grant, she'd had at least learned a thing or two. Then again, if somebody is full on glaring at her after getting caught red-handed, Jess doubts she could answer coherently too.

“That’s right,” Jess says, “You don’t.”

“Jess,” Lena repeats pointedly. She knows that tone. It’s a warning.

“Ms. Luthor.”

A period not a question mark. It’s a challenge.

"I've spent all my evenings working late on that, do you know how many dates I've had to cancel? Just so I can secure a meeting with Qatar and simultaneously sync it with Beijing's time? My boyfriend hasn't seen me in two weeks!” Jess bursts out.

“Two weeks, Supergirl!” She gets close enough to jab a finger to the Girl of Steel’s chest. A feat she will gladly tell all her coworkers later when she’s calmed down enough.

“Not to mention, the 10 other people who worked their ass off trying to make sure that Miss Luthor's presentation is airtight, bulletproof and waterproof!” Lena has the decency to look a little guilty at this point, nothing big though, just a slight tug at her lips, but it was enough for Jess.

“IT TOOK ME 3 FUCKING MINUTES TO PRINT THAT GODDAMN CONTRACT WHICH MIGHT NOT SOUND LONG—” Jess raises a finger in emphasis, “BUT BELIEVE ME WORKING IN L-CORP? A 3 MINUTE DIFFERENCE CAN MEAN AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT OR PSYCHOPATH PRESS!”

Supegirl of all people should already know this! For fuck’s sake!

Jess’s chest is heaving. She takes a deep breath, kneads her knuckles to her eyelids, “So, please if you're gonna have sex in the office, please, pleaseeeee clear the desk first. And at least, lock the door.”

She stares them both down, till Lena gives her a solemn nod; cheeks and ears still red. Supergirl squeaks out an, “U-understood, Ma’am.”

“Good. Glad we’ve come to an agreement.” Jess gives them one final nod before finally fulfilling what she came in here to do, “Miss Luthor,” She turns to Lena, “here are the R&D blueprints. Good day, to you Supergirl. I'll be going now. "

When she finally goes home, tells her boyfriend, and wonders aloud if she’ll still have a job the next morning, he tells her she’s such a badass.

And well, Jess can’t disagree with that.

*****

"Did I just- Did I just get yelled at by your secretary?? D-did she just chew us out?"

"She did, and she deserves a raise."

[pedropascalunofficial]

Pedro Pascal and Lena Headey

Head to head interview

Hunger Magazine, Issue 6. Released December 28, 2014. Photoshoot October 15, 2013.

Thirteen million. That's the number of people, on average, who tuned into each episode of the third season of Game of Thrones. Among them was Chilean actor Pedro Pascal, who was as enthralled by the sex and slaughter as the rest of us. But little did he know that within a few months he'd be pitching up on the shores of Belfast to join the cast as Oberyn Martell, affectionately known as the Red Viper. Sound ominous? It is. The Red Viper is GoTs newest anti-hero, “sexy and charming but driven by hate”. Sounds like he'll be right at home.

Pedro, on the other hand, though he looks good on paper, wasn't the obvious choice for the role. Expecting a big name to ride into King’s Landing, the show's fans took to forums to express their concerns as soon as the news broke. So is he worried? Like hell he is. “The fans had the part cast in their minds already. They knew who they wanted and it certainly was not me. But I'm not stupid, | presumed that people were going to say ‘who the fuck is this guy’. Since I anticipated the reaction it didn't throw me off.”

“There are so many different ways to go into battle with yourself when you're trying to get a job. I felt a certain amount of pressure because I wanted to make everyone happy. The fan base is so specific and, as a fan myself, I understand the relationship that they have with the show. The Red Viper is the best part I've ever played, and in season four shocks come at the most unexpected times. You might think you know, but you have no idea,” he explains.

Looks like the Red Viper could be in line to fill a Walter-White-sized-hole in television, but to test the theory we pit Pascal against Lena Headey, aka the Queen. Because if you can come away from Cersei unscathed, you can handle anything.

LH: So, Pedro, you come into Game of Thrones in season four, playing a pretty major character. Does that fill you with joy or dread?

PP: I'd say it fills me with joy because it’s a really fucking fun part. He’s a badass. He comes up against a lot of the main characters in the show. I'm very aware of the show. I watch it like a fan.

LH: Were you a fan before you arrived in Belfast?

PP: Yeah, I was a proper fan. I was caught up in the drama of it before I even auditioned for the part. I was already up to speed.

LH: I remember meeting you and thinking, “he fucking loves the show’.

PP: I kissed your ass.

LH: Well, it worked. We're friends now.

PP: I was like a tourist visiting the set, and yet I had to act with you and be in a scene with the characters that I had such a specific association with already.

LH: So you’re saying it’s boring?

PP: No, it wasn’t boring at all. It was extremely, relentlessly surreal.

LH: And who were your favourite characters up until that point?

PP: Not you.

LH: I realise that!

PP: There are too many characters to have a favourite, but I was fascinated by the Lannisters because they're so frightening. They scared me and then you would come in and pull sympathy from your audience somehow, and I found that rather fascinating. The Northerners were so easy to like or get behind, but it was quite something to see people sympathise with a Lannister, after you made people see things from their perspective.

LH: Speaking of being slightly ambiguous as a character, you come in as a major player and a very well-loved character in the eyes of people who read the books, and he’s somewhat of an anti-hero. Did you base him on anyone?

PP: What does an anti-hero mean exactly?

LH: It means he doesn't wear deodorant, doesn't it? [Laughs]. Someone you shouldn't champion, but you do, like Walter White in Breaking Bad.

PP: No, | didn’t really base him on anyone.

LH: Did you take anything from classic movies that you thought you could use and spin to your advantage playing the Red Viper?

PP: God, that’s a good question. I probably did subconsciously. Now I feel under the spotlight because I need to think of somebody, and I have so many in my mind! I think that’s something that is happening a lot in TV today: the anti-heroes are central to these television shows, and people are really getting behind them, even though they're not necessarily the most moral characters. So I'd say that ‘ve become more familiar with the character who's obviously very flawed but gets you on their side — you have complicated feelings about them. But I think I saw the story too much from this character's perspective to perceive any flaws.

LH: He has some.

PP: I know, from the outside. But I don't see any of them. What are his flaws?

LH: His flaws? He's a dirty bastard!

PP: Why is he a dirty bastard? He likes to fucking fight, for sure.

LH: Back to you as an actor. You've done it for a long time and, as we all know, the path is not always golden, and sometimes you think, “fuck it” and you want to leave it and do something else. Have there been moments where you wanted to give up?

PP: Yes, there have been moments where I came very close to giving up. But I never had anything to fall back on. I think you can understand that.

LH: Because were stupid?

PP: We're stupid.

LH: I can't even make pizza!

PP: We don’t have any other skills.

LH: None at all!

PP: And that’s the odd conundrum. You get to a point where you think, “This isn’t going to happen. This isn’t sustainable. I'm too exhausted, and it can't be good for me.” There were moments where I truly did try to formulate an idea of what I'd do. I thought I'd go back to school, start pre-med again and go to medical school or something like that.

LH: But that didn't happen, you just thought about it?

PP: Yes, I'd have thoughts, but it was still fantasy really. But at the time it felt like a practical life plan. Do you know what I mean?

LH: Yeah of course, you need to pay the fucking rent.

PP: Exactly. You just try to escape from the chaos of what you're feeling by trying to create order in your life. Order seems like a solution to save you from the pain of acting!

LH: It's a mental pain. Who was the first person you called when you got the role?

PP: My sister.

LH: Does she watch the show?

PP: Yes, she does.

LH: Pedro Pascal... or Pablo as I called you when I had too much wine, which was deeply insulting.

PP: Even family members have done that to me! Do I look more like a Pablo? Because it happens with about ninety-five percent of the people I meet.

LH: No, I think I’m just an ignorant drunk person.

PP: No, you were an ignorant drunk person that night is what you're saying.

LH: And now I’m educated.

PP: [Whispers] But | want you to call me Pablo.

LH: Ok, Pablo! When you first arrived on set in Northern Ireland, what was your feeling showing up to a bunch of British actors? Did it feel different to doing an American project?

PP: Yes, but I loved it. It wasn’t intimidating. I found it surreal because I’d watched and loved the show. I hadn't had the opportunity to work on something that I was really familiar with before, so it was overwhelming. But it was far more delightful than intimidating. Also you guys were really cool. Everyone was friendly.

LH: Oh, that’s just fake.

PP: Well, you guys were good at it!

LH: We know Game of Thrones is very popular obviously. Do you have any thoughts, or fears, about what this is going to bring you in terms of exposure?

PP: I have hope.

LH: Oh, God. I don’t mean to shatter that, but give it up.

PP: I don’t know really. It’s all been filmed, and now I'm back to my normal routine, so I haven't really thought about it. I remember when we finished filming and we were on our way to the airport, you asked me, “How does it feel you're all done?” and I couldn't really answer.

LH: You were quite emotional that day.

PP: I was very emotional because I’d had such an amazing time doing the part. Also just being there immersed in the experience... You described it to me best. You told me how I'd be feeling.

LH: We don't know your character's backstory when you enter the show, and you have some rather brutal scenes. Anyone who has read the books will know what I’m talking about.

PP: My character comes in, he stirs a bunch of shit up, and then he makes this fucking enormous exit. Now can | ask you a question?

LH: What is it? I’m not going to sleep with you. Give it up.

PP: Oh, come on! This has gone to shit and it’s your fault, so good luck to whoever has to edit it! But anyway, sometimes I'd hang out with the cast members and we'd go to dinner and they would get stopped constantly. There was no denying who they played because they were so recognisable, but you got away with it because you have this beautiful blonde wig on in the show, and in real life you are...

LH: Grey?

PP: {Laughs] No! You have beautiful chestnut hair! Is it liberating to not be recognised the way some of the other cast members are?

LH: Yes, it is liberating.

PP: Liberating being able to walk down an alley in Dubrovnik without being stopped?

LH: Yes, except sometimes | get recognised in the weirdest places. A woman was emptying my bag at Heathrow Airport's security gates and just went, ���Are you the Queen?” while rummaging through my underwear. It was so fucking weird.

PP: It seems they're more respectful to you?

LH: Because they're frightened. Wait until they meet the Viper.

PP: Well, that covers it.

LH: I think we're going to get our own show out of this, you know

Interested in learning more about Pedro? Check out Pedro Pascal Unofficial on Pinterest!

[holy-guacamoly]

hi lena darlin!! congrats on 200 my sweet friend<33 u deserve all this and more !!

for ur event, may i request for sfw and n sfw hcs for megumi<3

about me!

name: beanie

pronouns: she/her

hobbies & interests: i love to read & write (both poetry & prose for both in addition to fanfic hehe), singing & playing guitar, hammocking, binging shows, dancing, hangin’ w my friends, & finding new music !

about me: im an extrovert, esfj, 2w3, taurus sun, sag moon, aries rising ; i’m a joyful but also very melancholic person ; dont mean to be cringey but i’m an empath ; very much a people person ; love languages are physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation

abt my kinks: into marking, impact play, spitting, choking <3 not into watersports or scat play

thank u so much again darling! i’m so happy to be a part of your milestone<3

Beanie my dear! FINALLY, I am able to do your request! I am so sorry for the long wait but I want this to turn out in something you deserve. <3 Also I'm a little dumb-dumb, but you know that already. Disclaimer: Megumi is aged up. Warnings: mentions of choking, dom/sub dynamic, spanking, degrading speech ♡ Two words: Slow Burn. I feel like Megumi would be so intimidated by your confidence when you first met. Of course, he is beyond impressed, but he never laid eyes on such a badass woman before and was shooketh to his core! Gumi's cool and calculated deminer is suddenly all gone and he is the new CEO of being a stammering mess. You initiate most at first and kind of force him to be friends lmao But over time you grew so close, doing the most adorable stuff together. You always paint each other nails, binge every show together and it often happens that you fall asleep on his couch during said activity. Let's be real, you acted as a couple the minute you started hanging out. ♡ You guys are always in denial of your romantic feelings and the build-up tension drives everyone around you insane. For months the both of you keep tiptoeing around your feelings. Your man asks you a lot of weird questions whenever another person pops up in a conversation and it cringes you to the max. "Oh...so I met this person." "Like....met-met? Like a...dating situation?" "Uhm....like, in class." "Oh." "Yeah, oh." Finally, Megumi confesses at a party, after he saw you dancing with someone else and becomes incredibly jealous. "Megumi, what the hell is wrong?" you scream at the top of your lungs as you sprint behind your best friend who is already outside. At first the raven-haired seems to ignore you but then turns around abruptly. "I can't stand to see you with them!" he shouts, tears daring to spill over his waterline. Your eyes widen. "What? Why? I don't understand..." "Because I love you, Beanie. For fucks sake! I love you!" ♡ Finally, the cat's out of the bag and Fushiguro is the most romantic boyfriend on this planet. He shares your passion for poetry and slides little notes in your bags and pockets. It's not always the biggest love confession, but rather something like "Be safe today." ♡ Definitely is the type of guy who ALWAYS makes time for you. No matter how busy he gets, this man will move trees to see you. Doesn't matter if he works/studies till midnight. He still comes over to cuddle you in your sleep. ♡ Megumi is a surprisingly good dancer. It's his most well-kept secret and you only find out after a year of dating. You actually catch him blood-handed while he moves insanely fluently to a Rosalia song. :') For a few minutes, you enjoy the show until you make yourself known, sending this poor boy into a state of pure embarrassment. But you are beyond happy that you finally have a worthy dance partner. ♡ Nose kisses! So many nose kisses! He loves to wake you up with them while he wraps his arms around you. :( Megumi buries his face in the crook of your neck and sighs contently against your skin. He feels so safe with you. "I have to get up soon, 'Gumi," you murmur against his head, earning a disappointed sound in return. "But I wanna stay here with you forever, Beanie." he sighs. ♡ Being an empath can be so draining. Luckily your man is here to keep any kind of overwhelming feelings at bay. Megumi adores you for your gift of making people happy and giving them the feeling of being understood. It's something magical really. But he knows that you soak up others' emotions easily, positive or negative. When things get rough your boyfriend gives you temple massages and lets you ramble about everything that is going on in your life. ♡ Your outfits are often color coordinated and it is the cutest thing ever! Secretly Megumi loves to make sure everyone knows you're his.

NSFW ♡ Never judge a book by its cover. Megumi may seem like a wallflower on streets, but for sure is a hoe in the sheets. :') Definitely is a Switch. This is canon! ♡ When in a Dom mood he loves to be mean. "Open up," he commands as he forcefully grabs your cheeks between his index finger and thumb. And you know better than to disobey. As your mouth forms a wide "o", Megumi lets a big pearl of spit drop into your throat. "You are such a slut, aren't you?" ♡ But Subby!Megumi is something else! I love him so much omg. He likes when you try out all kinds of toys on him. Paddles and collars are his favorites and he begs so nicely for them. :( "Six..." Megumi moans as the hard material of the paddle crashes down on his bare skin. "But honey, we are at seven. Guess we need to start over." you muse, while you pull your lover closer on his collar. ♡ Fushiguro's hands are made for choking. Call him Gumi with the choking hands. They are all veiny and strong - A sight for sore eyes. Loves to choke you just enough to make you dizzy. <3 In conclusion: You are dating your best friend and this is something really rare. The two of you are just connected by heart - Soulmates.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

If you had to have Kit be in a live action show, who would play her?

Oh thank you for the ask Anon!!

Technically Julianne Hough is her face claim, but actually coming up with an actress for her is really difficult.

Preferably they would be 5'9" like she is, she's supposed to be intimidating in that she can stare down John no problem as he's not much taller than her and she also needs to be able to stand up to Jacob too. In a perfect world her actress would be that height but i'd rather have someone who can act than who is forced to be that tall.

She also needs to have a really good scowl, and be able to be quite aloof and cold and not showing a ton of emotion at most times.

She'd also definitely need to go through a major workout regime because Kit's got muscles bby.

I think a younger Lena Headey would be pretty fantastic, same with a younger Milla Jovovich or Charlize Theron. Someone who exudes badass (sorry I'm having to de-age actresses I feel so bad about that, but Kit is meant to be a woman in her 30s and there aren't many younger actresses these days who I think would really fit the bill)

Thank you again for the ask, I really appreciate it!

[nieladasdenani]

Supercorp where kara hints that she loves when Lena waers suits and continuously tries to be sneaky in getting her to wear them. I think it would be adorable if it was set before they are dating but honestly do whatever you think is better😇😇❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi, Anon! Thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy it! (You can read it on AO3 if you prefer)

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“You’re wearing a dress”.

It’s not a question, but a statement that comes out of Kara’s disappointed? outraged? mouth. So Lena frowns down at her very sexy, very expensive designer dress.

“Yes?”

“Huh”

“What...” the fuck? 

Lena looks down again. And, she’s sorry, but she actually looks pretty damn good in this dress. She spent the better part of her before-bed-routine thinking about what she would wear today. And she specifically selected this dress because of how well it hugs her figure and because of the color. Because Kara, herself, has told Lena time and again how good she looks in this color. How pretty her eyes shine next to it. So, yes, what the fuck?

“Nothing just... Nothing. You look gorgeous!” But Kara is frowning. No, pouting. And Lena knows she’s not an expert on Kryptonian culture or social etiquette. But she knows this Kryptonian very well. And Kara is upset because Lena is wearing this dress.

“I could change?...” With no superpowers, Lena just saw a flash of hope in Kara’s eyes. She’s sure of it. Before:

“No! No? No, no. Lena, you look amazing. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just tired”

“Are you all right?” Now she’s worried. Maybe Supergirl had some sort of top-secret mission.

“No. Yes, I’m fine. Just... It’s nothing. Promise.” And, finally, she smiles a genuine smile. A Lena smile. One that Lena can’t help but return, despite being a bit confused about her friend's behavior.

“Very well. Shall we?”

“Of course!”

And off they go. They’ll be joining the rest of the group at the new and improved alien bar. M’gann’s alien bar. It’s a sort of inauguration, but a more private one, before the grand opening they’re planning for next week. Lena is delighted that her dark chapter with Kara is in the past. They both worked really hard to mend their relationship and themselves. Years of traumas definitely influenced the terrible outcome. But neither could avoid their responsibility nor blame it all on their respective pasts. Therapy and hard work from them both have not only reanimated their friendship, but Lena would dare say it’s better than ever. They are better than ever, So much so that Lena is hopeful for more. She’ knows Kara feels the same. But they’re cautious of not rushing into anything.

It’s why she thought so hard on her outfit for the celebration tonight. She’s supposed to be wooing Kara and instead she, apparently, disappointed.

“Do you think I’m overdressed?” Lena asks, just to try and see if she can figure out what the deal is. Because Kara herself is looking very fine in her own dress. Her lovely hair curled up in a simple but fancy bun, exposing her strong neck, which makes Lena wish she was a vampire, so she could sink her teeth in it.

“What? No! Lena! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude before. You look beautiful and perfect, as usual.” At Lena’s raising eyebrow she keeps going, a tad nervous. “I just thought you, uh, would maybe wear a suit? I mean, you, ah, you said they’re more comfortable, and I want you to be comfortable. Because it’s a celebration between friends! So you should be as comfy as possible, right?” And she lets out that adorable nervous little giggle she does, that never fails to make Lena smirk (or smile... or melt)

“Huh. Well, I didn’t even think about a suit for the occasion. I usually wear them for business. You know, intimidating CEO and all.” Lena teases, hoping to lighten the mood and move on but, oh. Kara is blushing?

“Yeah” Is a breath more than speech. And Lena’s brain is working at a speed that would leave Barry behind. But they’re here. They have arrived at the bar, and she has to let it go. For now. The best thing about M’gann’s bar is that it serves alien alcohol. Which was exciting before. But now? Now she’s eager to get in and let a couple of hours pass.

A couple of hours had passed and Kara is wonderfully tipsy. Most of them are, actually. But Lena had a new goal in mind for the night, so she refrained from consuming too much, or too fast. She’s watching Kara like a hawk because she doesn’t want the alien to get drunk. Her blue eyes are just barely glassed, her cheeks tinted the prettiest pink, and she can’t seem to be able to stop smiling. Or giggling.

They have sung, they have danced, laughed, and eaten. Now, Lena knows, they’re close to ending the night. They have spread in little groups, conversing. So she waits for the moment Nia leaves Kara to go in search of Brainy to sit next to her.

“Hello, darling.”

“Lena!” Kara beams at her. Lena wants to kiss her.

“Enjoying yourself?” Kara nods and lets her eyes roam over Lena’s whole body. “Enjoying the view?” She tries, because, why not?

“Yeah”

“I thought you didn’t like this outfit”

“What? No! I love it! You look so pretty!”

“Huh. I don’t know. You seemed disappointed I didn’t wear a suit?”

“Yeah.” Kara exhales and looks down at Lena’s body again. “You look so sexy in your suits”

“Is that so?”

“Uh-huh. So badass. And sexy. Did I mention how sexy you look in your suits?”

“You did” Lena's smile is so big she’s worried she might dislocate her jaw. “I wish I knew before how much you wanted to see me in them.”

“Why?”

“Eyes up here, Supergirl.”

“Uh... sorry”

“See? You can’t see my breasts as well in a three-piece suit.”

“So much sexy”

“The dress or the suit?”

“The suit! Always the suit, Lena. So sexy”

“God I want to kiss you” And, oh, Lena did not want to say that out loud. At least not here or now. But now Kara is looking her in the eye. Her smile is so bright, it could probably recharge her Kryptonian cells.

“Yeah?” At Lena’s nod, she confesses: “I want to kiss you, too. I want to kiss you all the time. Especially when you’re wearing a suit.”

And that’s it. Lena takes Kara’s face in her hands as if she’s made of glass instead of being one of the most powerful creatures on Earth, and kisses her senseless. Or she would if it weren’t for a pointed clearing of a throat, right behind her.

“Come on, Luthor! Really? You’re going to kiss my little sister on a bar for the first time?” And Lena leans back, not letting go of Kara’s face, closing her eyes to savor the fact that she kissed her. She did. And it was all she ever thought it would be. But better. So Alex’s purposed dig is not going to ruin this for her. Kara, however...

“Alex! Go away! Don’t you have a girlfriend to kiss yourself?”

“Oh, you think I’m not going to take the chance to annoy you guys on your first kiss? What kind of big sister do you take me for?” And Lena chances a look at Alex over her shoulder because she doesn’t sound drunk at all. Not even tipsy. And Lena’s glare softens when she thinks of Kara worrying over her sister's drinking problem. Thinks of how much Alex has worked on her own issues. And of how much the fact that both Danvers sisters had worked so hard on themselves has made their bond all the stronger.

“The best sister!” Kara says, solemn, not a hint of tease in her voice. And then is Alex softening. And Lena is so grateful that Kara has this. That she worked on fixing things with Alex, too. Because she could not get in between these two. 

“Come on, you dorks. We’re all leaving.”

And yes, there’s only the three of them inside. The place looks kind of tidy. Which, when did that happen? So, they gather their things and get outside with the rest. 

“You’ll take her?” Alex asks Lena once they have all shared good-bye hugs. And Lena turns to see Kara squishing M’Gann, again. Smiles:

“Always”.

[pastafossa]

Ha! That’s exactly how I imagined Ciro!! (Oscar Isaac) Could you maybe show us some examples of all your OC’s?? Like what you think they look like in your head?

I can give you some examples! I'll dooooo, let's see. Ciro, Agent Thompson, Eli, and a vague face for The Man in the White Coat.

(Disclaimer to others: I am very supportive of you envisioning everyone pretty much however you want, so feel free to disregard. I'll also put this behind a see more wall since there will be A. four pics and B. so that anyone who wants to keep their personal facecast can do so).

Obviously, we have Ciro, the Ferryman, who in my head looks like Oscar Isaac with that beard, and curly salt and pepper hair, maybe aged up a few years. Handsome af, is what I'm saying, a little sly, and can flip on intimidation whenever the hell he feels like it.

For Agent Thompson, in my head she's a bit like Lena Headey, just with greying hair. She owns a fucking room when she feels like it, or just slides by under the radar when she's looking to go unnoticed. Capable of being badass, and if she has secrets, you can tell you're going to have to work to find them.

Now Eli, since I've gotten a few curious notes about it people are going to kill me for this one, I see as... idk man, he looks like Jensen Ackles in my head. I can't lie. Maybe he'll murder you, or maybe he'll just be snarky, but he's charming looking while also looking a bit dangerous. Also I need him to be able to look like a kicked puppy for plot purposes later *cough*

Now... our villain, the Man in the White Coat, our baddie, our unseen predator that stalks Reader in the dark, is the hardest. Even in my head he's usually composed in sensations - full ashtrays, cigarettes tapped twice, a white coat, all these sensory memories Reader has, because to her, he's a monster that's grown beyond something merely human. And his face would change, obviously, if he's really swapping bodies as our intrepid heroes suspect. So I literally cannot tell you what he looks like in my head when he shows up without spoiling anything. HOWEVER, for his 'original' face he may or may not still have, in my head his original body looks like no actor I've seen in particular. Instead he looks like... well, ok, so I was trying to make a collage header for TRT a while back and I found this creepy as fuck photo of all these scientists in white coats standing in front of open doors. I don't know if something was intentionally done to the dude's eyes on the left but holy shit what the hell. It was spooky enough my brain's held onto the face for a while. Probably will have to replace him with a clearer face eventually but for now...

[thedevildomdaily]

Demonic Possessions Ch 2: Getting A Little Cozy

NOTE: Sorry about the delay. Had an unexpected guest I had to babysit. I also couldn’t stop writing this. I had no idea where to stop this chapter lol.

Warnings: None, just a little language. I

“Pftssss…” Lena had to cover her mouth with both hands quickly. The badass demons everyone on Earth feared were a bunch of bratty children! The nephilim wanted desperately to film the scene and share with her brothers. They wouldn’t believe her if she told them about this.

Lilly rolled her eyes and sighed as she begrudgingly went on into the room to join the chaos. She then patted the empty seat beside her for Lena. Of course the guys didn’t even pause in their antics at the arrival of their new guest.

The remaining seat available for Leviathan was on the other side of Lena. It seemed he would be stuck beside the 3D nephilim for eternity at this rate. He sat down, focusing on his phone, trying to rapidly tap on it while reaching towards his food.

“You’re going to pay me back for my property AND you’re going to retrieve it.” Satan responded. Lena thought he looked like he was going to snap at any moment given the giant vein on his forehead. She didn’t envy Mammon being the target of his rage.

Lucifer started to eat, but hesitated to say, “Mammooooon…” Which instantly caused the loud demon to melt into his seat to sulk. The eldest resumed his meal, ignoring the death stares still being shot at him by Belphegor.

“This looks delicious.” Lena finally spoke. The commotion, all of the food, the smells; All of it had been overwhelming and she didn’t realize she hadn’t tried anything yet. It was definitely colorful, and somewhat intimidating. She absolutely would not question the ingredients, let alone the nutrition facts. Wait, do they even have Nutrition Facts in the Devildom? 

Asmodeus had sat down, giving up on Beelzebub’s inability to control himself. When Lena spoke up, he gave her a sweet smile, “Oh it is. And it is super healthy. I wanted you to get to taste something wonderful for your first meal in the Devildom.”

“That’s sweet of you, thanks.” Lena chimed with a huge grin before digging in. “Damn this is sooooo good!” Her piercing blue eyes widened with excitement. No wonder the bigg’un over there was wolfing the stuff down. Her reaction caught a few of them off guard and nobody confessed that Asmo merely ordered the food. He solely focused on the presentation. 

It did get a few under-the-breath chuckles from a few of them as Asmodeus beamed at her response, “Oh thank you hun. I knew you’d like it. You seem to have good taste...you’re brothers too.” He was referring to the fashion they were wearing. He also noticed the fine quality of her luggage before. It looked quite expensive.

Lena chuckled, “Haha...Azri trained me well. We share a love of fashion...and shopping. I really need to do some shopping as soon as possible…” It was more of a note to herself out loud, but the beauty guru of a demon lit up with excitement, “Oh let me take you! Lilly we have to show her Majolish!”

Lilly joined in with equal amounts of excitement, “Yes we gotta. And it sounds like Azri should tag along too.” 

“NO!” Lena responded louder than she meant to. Lucifer actually stared at her for a moment. “I mean uh, not this time...he and I may have a few disagreements...when it comes to expenses.” There were a few demons at the table who could understand that. Pretty much Lucifer and Satan were the only responsible shoppers in the room. And of course Lucifer tried to keep a tight leash on his little brothers’ shopping expenses.

“I do need a few immediate room amenities ASAP.” Lena continued, “After Levi wrestled down all of those sheets, dust and cobwebs went all over the place. It’s a hot mess...and not in the good time.” that got a laugh out of Asmo and Lilly, “And I have no sheets, pillows, or a comforter...and I some furniture for my clothes...they’re all packed away still…”

“Awe! That’s no good! You can’t let your clothes get dusty!’ Asmo covered his mouth. He couldn’t imagine living in a room so dusty. It made him want to skip dinner and head directly to his luxurious bathtub. “Lena, you can sleep with me tonight?” Of course he was all smiles and eager to offer that.

“Asmo. Yer just being a perv.” Mammon commented, pausing his sulk-eating. 

Lilly shook her head, “I’m lending her a set of my sheets and a pillow for tonight. And did you show her the Akuzon app Levi? She can quickly order some cool furniture to be sent here in no time.”

The otaku demon looked up from his phone, “Yeah, I showed her Akuzon. We ordered some manga and wall scrolls and…” Leviathan proceeded to list 30 unnecessary anime or gaming-related items.

“What the hell! Did you just order that for yourself?!” Mammon exclaimed. He thought his brother went on a wild spree with Akuzon again. A rather bold assumption coming from the Avatar of Greed himself.

“No no no no!” Lena laughed, “He gave me a few recommendations, and then I saw a few things I liked. I'm a huge fan of gaming and manga myself.” Mammon, Asmo, and Lilly blinked with surprise. Great, there was another one amidst them.  “Hey, don’t judge me! They are great art forms and there is such a plethora of dynamic stories you couldn’t experience in any other media. I would also like to add that I am a freelance artist on the side and I focus on anime and gaming characters…”

Leviathan stared at Lena for a moment in awe of her ‘speech’. Where everyone else understood that she was just conversing about the subject, the indigo-haired demon saw her standing at a podium, giving an academy award-winning performance and he fought the urge to clap.

“Ah, gotcha.” Mammon responded. The other two nodded.

“Hey! Why did you guys just nod when she spoke passionately about those things, but when I say anything, you give me such crap you normies!” he scrunched his nose at his brothers in particular.

“Because she didn’t try to ramble incoherently about it for an eternity or bog us down with unimportant details Levi…” Asmodeus shrugged.

“Awe...I’m sorry…” Lena patted his shoulder, feeling bad for Leviathan, “I’ll listen to your rambles anytime.” Leviathan sighed and shrunk down for a moment, then realized that the female nephilim was patting him. A girl. Touching him. Repeatedly!

“WAAAAAGH! NooOoooOO!” Leviathan rose like a vampire from a coffin, out of his chair, and ran from the room. Everyone laughed at the scene. Even Lucifer ‘covered his mouth to cough’ at the same moment.

Lena merely chuckled sheepishly, “I didn’t mean to make him so uncomfortable...I guess I’m a little too chummy…”

“No. Leviathan is just…” Lilly tried to find the right words for it, “well he refers to himself as a shut-in. He always freaks out about body contact. Pretty much with just about anyone…” Though she knew Lena’s case was a little different and couldn’t help but chuckle.

~

When dinner was over, the house members scattered. Lena went with Mammon and Asmodeus to Lilly’s room to hang out and further discuss shopping plans. Levi didn’t respond when Mammon banged on his door to join them. It was nice to be getting along well enough with a few of the brothers already. The nephilim didn’t feel as welcomed earlier that day as she was now.

“This looks cool!’ she said as she approached the tree, “I can’t say I’ve seen a huge tree just growing in someone’s bedroom before. Are Poison Ivy or something?” Lena chuckled and sat on the side of the bed.

“Well, she and I do have a few things in common, not gonna lie…”Lilly responded as she joined her new friend. 

“So, are we gonna go shopp’n after class tomorrow?” Mammon scratched his head, looking a bit uncomfortable as he sat on the couch, “I may have to ditch last period if I’m gonna go too.”

This made a huge smirk spread across Asmo’s glossy lips, “Ah, trying to avoid paying our Dear Satan your check tomorrow by spending it all with us?” The question caused his older brother to blush and furrow his brows, embarrassed and angry that he got caught. 

“I don’t know what you’re talkin about. I just feel like getting a head start…”

Lilly exchanged looks with Asmo, then Lena. “You know that’s bullshit, right?”

“100%. I just arrived here today and I can read you like a book dude.” Lena gave Mammon a devilish grin.

Great, now the new girl was joining in on the ‘let’s pick on Mammon brigade. It’s bad enough when his little brothers and best friend did it, but her? Crossing his arms, the greedy demon refused to respond to her remark.

“While I do love poking fun at my scummy big brother,” Asmo chimed, “I do want to resume our discussion from earlier. What are we ever going to do about you in that filthy attic room?” Lilly joined in at the concern. “Why don’t you store your clothing in my closet until your furniture arrives from Akuzon? Lilly did the same thing.”

“That would be great, actually, I was kind of concerned about wrinkles and creases...and my brother vaporizing me over it.” Azri was the chillest guy out there, but fuck with his clothes and he was a 6’4”, fire-breathing maniac with claws. 

“And as for sleeping arrangements, I do really think you should consider sleeping in my room with me.” Asmo added. Immediately Mammon and Lilly glared at him.

Lena wasn’t an idiot; she knew he was clearly the Avatar of Lust. The right amount of narcissism, the insistence of closeness, and the weariness of everyone around him. She was also a big girl that could take care of herself. Even if he was a demon of seduction. “You know what? I’m game. If you have a clean, comfy bed I will crash it.”

The other two just looked dumbfounded at her, while Asmodeus closed his eyes and grinned. “Oh this will be lovely. We can do nightly facials and I’ll braid that beautiful silvery hair of yours. Maybe we can take a bath together?”

“Hmm...I might forgo that bath...for now.” Lena responded, “but the rest of that sounds delightful after this incredible fucking journey. My day wasn’t going well before I arrived, and then I’ve been a little overwhelmed by...well, EVERYTHING I’ve seen since we got here.”

“Are you sure about this? My brother’s a little perv…” Mammon’s arms were crossed again and he looked genuinely concerned. He didn’t want to be strung upside down somewhere by Lucifer again for not at least warning the girl. They were also supposed to be cautious with the nephilim until they learned more about them at least. Lucifer’s orders.

Lena yawned, unphased by the older demon’s concerns, “Maybe I am too?” She gave a sly expression at Mammon, making him blush and look away, pretending not to be. “I think you guys have some misconceptions about nephilim. Just because we are half angels, doesn’t mean we are highly virtuous and prudish.” She grinned, reflecting on the trouble she and her brothers have caused over the centuries. “I mean, we have more morals than demons, that’s for sure, but our feelings are so intensely human and we’re considered flawed for it. We’re whimsical, passionate, reckless, and live life to the fullest. And we suffer for it too.” 

The others in the room were quiet, reflecting on what she said. Mammon admittedly thought she and her brothers may be a bit innocent-like. Even older angels like Simeon tended to be. He and his brothers were once before. Asmo shared that sentiment as well, but was delighted knowing for sure that Lena wasn’t.

Standing up, Lena yawned again and stretched before she walked over to Asmodeus with an extended hand to help him up, “I’m really tired after eating so much tonight. Don’t we have to get up early tomorrow? I wanna rest ‘cause I am a horrible monster to wake up in the morning.”

Asmodeus took her hand; it was as soft as his. He blushed with delight and excitement. “Yes, we’d better get our beauty sleep! You too; the both of you!” Lilly was something of a muse for Asmo when designing and consulting Majolish with petite creatures in mind and his big brother did a lot of modeling.

~

The demon’s bedroom was so pretty and feminine. And it smelled wonderfully. The bed looked as soft and comfortable as she’d imagined it to bed. “Asmo, are you sure you’ve fallen? ‘Cause this room looks heavenly after doing all that dusting!” she stepped out of her shoes quickly and sprung for the bed, eager to touch the cozy comforter. “You weren’t kidding about this.”

There was a chuckle from Asmo, not taking offense to the comment at all. She was genuinely excited. Mimicking a feline, he walked slowly towards the nephilim. ‘I never kid about luxury and beauty darling.” He reached for Lena’s hair, pulling it all behind her. It was as silky as he imagined. She didn’t withdraw from him, good. He ran his fingers slowly through her locks before suggesting they went over to his vanity.

They both gazed in the mirror together. She looked drowsy, he was only a little. “I am so curious about you nephilim. I never met one personally until today.” He picked up a brush and began running it through her hair before putting it into a braid. Everything he did was in a rather intimate way, yet Lena never gave a reaction beyond her tiredness. 

“There’s honestly not a lot to be curious about.” Lena responded. She loved when others played with her hair and it was quite common for Azri to braid hers so no tangles got in it. He was more concerned by it than she was. That Mother Hen. “You really can ask me anything. You all can. We are transparent; we literally can’t lie. That’s the stupid angelic trait we all share. At best we can simply not answer you. That being said, and simply because we three are scorpios, we fucking hate lies. Don’t. *clap* Do. *clap* It. We sense that shit miles away.” She made Asmo laugh uncontrollably as she gave instances where exes got their cars destroyed or a garden gnome’s decapitated head through their bedroom window on the 5th story of an apartment. They were definitely far from angelic. Definitely emotional creatures to say the least.

“Lena. I think you and your brothers will really like it here in the Devildom. Your..passionate natures can run wilder here than it possibly could in the human world.” When he finished her hair, Asmo lifted the end and smelled it in a sensual way. “You can put your jewelry here. I promise it’s safe from my scumbag brother, Mammon. There’s a curse on this box specifically targeting him. Solomon created it.

“Oh did he now?” That got her attention. Her brow was raised as she looked at it. It did have the elaborate designs he fancied. “So you’re one of his..contracted?” 

Asmo nodded as he retrieved the night masks they agreed to apply once their make-up was removed. “Yes. We have a contract. He’s such an interesting human; I couldn’t resist him.”

Lena chuckled, “Trust me, I know. Been there…” This time Asmo was brought to attention.

“Are you one of his…?” he asked carefully. “Hell no! I wasn’t one of his 300 wives or 700 concubines...or is it vice versa? Any no. We did have a wild time together during the renaissance period in Italy. I’m not easily tamed and we were just ‘having fun’.”

Asmo beamed, wanting to know all of the juicy details. “Oh I’ve got some stories for you, darling. But then again he has plenty on me so you’d better not say anything to anyone else, got it!” Lena gave him a serious expression with the mask on, making him chuckle, but agreed not to tell. “I can promise pinky. Lilly explained how important a tradition it is. Heavier than a blood oath!’  

The nephilim started at him blankly. This was one of those times where she just had to avoid the truth. No comment. No problem. She shared the pinky promised the demon and they continued getting ready, spilling little stories along the way. Then came time to change clothes.

The demon leant her an oversized t-shirt that smelled like citrus, because Lena wasn’t going all of the way back to the dusty attic after getting nice and clean. She began removing her shirt, not thinking anything of Asmo being in the room.

“Oh my!” he said with wide eyes, “how bold you are, tempting me like this.” He turned away blushing, but held quite the smile. He thought of how much fun they might have in time.

Lena chuckled, “Sorry, I’m used to changing in front of others. Dorm life; fashion life; party life.” Her bra was tossed aside only after she put the shirt on and slid her ripped jeans off. Asmo changed in his giant bathroom. 

He emerged where cute, cyan pajamas that made Lena giggle, “You look so cozy.”

“And you look cute, yet seductive.” he chimed back as he headed to pull back the comforter. He insisted that Lena got in first, and to get comfortable. She followed the suggestion, then decided it was best to place a pillow between them, just to set things straight. She didn’t mind flirting around with him, but she had a little apprehension and self-control. 

He wanted to pout at the dividing pillow. Lilly did the same thing, which was no fun. He wanted to at least snuggle with her, feel her curves that filled-out his shirt. They laid beneath the top sheet and comforter, facing one another with smiles. “Good night Asmo. Thank you for the delicious first dinner, volunteering to go shopping with me tomorrow, and letting me crash here.”

“You’re welcome Darling. And thank you for sharing some candid Solomon stories. I’ll cherish them forever!” They both laughed and the demon watched as Lena drifted off into her dream world. It was really quite something. She had all of the trust in the world in him not to try something with her. He was always used to apprehension and it took forever for Lilly to fully trust in him.

He found himself wanting to run his fingers against the edge of her soft, porcelain face and hair as she slumbered. Asmodeus refrained, but continued to watch over her until he too fell into a deep sleep.

~

The sound of some odd alarm clock started buzzing, causing Lena to groan and bury her face under a pillow. It was strange. It smelled like lavender and honey. She didn’t recall trying any new perfumes lately. And she didn’t have one of her witchy ladies crash.

“Good morning Darling.” she heard a songbird voice chime. It was so close to her; TOO CLOSE! The nephilim quickly rose, clutching the pillow beside her in a panic. It was obvious that she forgot all that had transpired the night before. Lena was totally lost, having no recollection of entering this “Better Homes Than Yours”-looking bedroom.

Her eyes darted straight over to the owner of that voice: a “pretty boy” type. He had a seductive smirk as he stared up at her. He was clothed, though his pajama shirt was completely unbuttoned. It made her instinctively look to see what she was or wasn’t wearing.

The nephilim’s antics caused Asmodeus to chuckle lightly. He knew exactly what was going on in her head. He’d seen it happen so many times: The panic of waking up in a stranger’s bed. The Avatar of Lust never got bored watching this scenario play out. He was highly curious about what Lena thought had happened. “What’s wrong Darling? You look a little lost…” He decided he would have a little fun with her.

“I uhm…” was all Lena could manage to respond with. Her hair was braided, yet the top was completely frizzed. Her eyes widened when the stranger reached towards her. “Did we…?” It wouldn’t be her first time, by a long shot, but she felt completely refreshed instead of her normal hung over status after an ONS. 

“Did we what Lena, Darling?” Asmo asked, playing coy. He was loving this. What naughty thoughts was she having about him? She froze, looking at his open shirt. He looked so hot laying like that. She’d be very proud of herself if she didn’t in fact jump his bones the night before.

“You know…” she said, slightly embarrassed, “bump uglies…”

“There is most certainly nothing ‘ugly’ about me Darling.” he responded, giving her a wink. He let her process that for a moment, watching her sigh and throw herself back on the bed, covering her face with her hands. He knew he was on the edge of taking things too far, and decided to stop with the charade.

Leaning really close to her, Asmodeus whispered in Lena’s ears, “As much as it would’ve been, we only did facials and went to sleep.” He chuckled softly as he saw her ear turn pink.

“Eeeergh!” Lena gritted her teeth and popped the side of his hip, as he was casually lounging on his side, embarrassing the hell out of her. “You are fucking aweful!” She kicked around, pouting.

Asmo chuckled more, loving being able to see her like this. She was absolutely adorable in this state. He totally saw why Solomon would try to fool around this dangerous beauty. He didn’t react, but that swat actually hurt a little. “As much as I want to keep snuggling-up in bed and tease you, we really need to start getting ready for class. You do NOT want Lucifer on your case, especially so early in the morning.”

Remembering she had to go to school made Lena groan even more. “Damn it! I don’t wanna Asmo...it’s too early!” 

~

It took awhile for the two of them to get dressed, followed by hair and make-up. Asmodeus couldn’t resist getting to make-over someone after getting himself dolled-up. It was clear that Lena was used to it, holding perfectly still and moving about just right. She explained that she modeled for her brother, Azriel, quite often.

When they were ready, both Lena and Asmo exited his room, giggling about some joke she’d told about Solomon. It just so happened that Levi and Satan were walking down the corridor to witness this.

Of course, neither of them knew about the sleeping arrangement, and thought exactly the wrong thing. “Oh, good morning guys. What do you think? Am I RAD material?” the nephilim asked, showing off her school uniform. She felt rather silly wearing a uniform. Her school didn’t require one, focusing on individuality and expression more. 

Satan merely stared at her, blinking. He wasn’t sure what this situation was, nor how to respond. “Uhm, it suits you well..” he cleared his throat a bit. Asmo was such a clever little demon, knowing what his older brothers thought and continued to play games. He reached out and took Lena’s hand. “It does, doesn’t it!?”

Leviathan’s face was red, but he looked otherwise rather deadpan. He gave no response, but instead walked right past his younger brothers and the nephilim. It was a curious reaction to both Lena and Satan. She assumed he just wasn’t a morning person.The three followed after Leviathan downstairs to the dining room table.

 It was Mammon’s day for cooking. He’d gone the waffle route, making it quick and easy. The was beast bacon, hellfire bumble bee syrup, and fresh fruits of The Devildom. “You guys are gonna spoil me with all this delicious food.” She chimed and gave her compliments to “Chef Big Money Mammon” which caused him to blush and go tsundere on her.

“You don’t eat like this at your place?” Beelzebub asked, before swallowing what she was sure to be an entire waffle whole. 

Blinking for a second in disbelief, she quickly shook her head, “Nah, we had a cafeteria at Belmont. We’re too much in a hurry to enjoy a setdown meal in the mornings. Too many things to do on our agendas. That and Azriel forbids sugary foods, especially during the most important meal of the day.”

“There’s only one important meal?” Beel asked, swallowing even more food.

Lilly laughed, “I told you we believe breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It sets your energy and mood.” Lena nodded as she began to take her seat.

‘Oh Lena, Darling,” Asmo chimed, “I might have to agree with your brother about eating too much sugar at breakfast. Your skin is so soft and smooth…..(paused for effect), I don’t want you to get any acne flare-ups. Especially after I spoil you with the latest line from Majolish.”

Okay, the sneaky 5th brother was really having some fun with his implications. Though everyone really did jump to conclusions quickly. And what made things even more suspicious was the way Lena didn’t react to him or get embarrassed.

“Today, Asmo DARLING, I will make an exception to the dietary rules thwarted upon me.” she replied, “Mammon took time to fix me a plate and I intend on enjoying it. Besides, it’s a part of my learning experience. Cuisine speaks volumes for culture anywhere you go.”

The second eldest brother couldn’t help but smile to himself at the appreciation for the food he made. It was unexpected coming from a stranger. “Yeah, don’t waste that food. I got up early to get it ready!”

There were jokes flying around the room about ‘chef Mammon’ with a lot of laughter. Even Belphegor, who was still in sulk mode, took the time to thank him for ‘slaving over the waffle iron’ for everyone. The only one that didn’t seem to joke around was Leviathan. He was quietly focusing on his phone as usual.

“Enough, everyone. It’s time to leave.” Lucifer announced. There were a few sighs that followed. Beelzebub quickly crammed as much as he could in his mouth as his twin began to push him towards the exit. “Beel, you should be good til lunch…” he murmured sleepily.

Lena was actually excited to share her first night experiences with her brothers and learn about how they fared. She didn’t text them anything besides ‘good night lub you!’. She’d rather see the expressions on their faces.

~

On the way to the Academy, Lena walked up beside the 3rd eldest; her ‘keeper’ she decided to call him. “Hey, are you playing the same Otome today?”

Leviathan froze for a moment, then continued to play. “No, I’m playing an action RPG…” He didn’t seem enthusiastic, nor did he seem focused on the game either. It puzzled Lena, so she kept on with the conversation, “I like those. The Marvel Alliance is my favorite.” 

She could see a struggle in him. It was like he wanted to ask about it, but held back. What was his deal? Since he wanted to know, obviously, she went ahead and continued, “So it's all of the characters in the whole Marvel universe. It’s random what good guy characters or bad guys you get, but you draw random ones, build your team that are good against certain types of enemies, and level em up. It’s got decent story lines, and it’s cool you can play as bad guys too...it’s just. I really hate the ‘pay to play’ games that get you into gambling away your money for the characters you want.”

He glanced at Lena out of the corner of his eyes as she spoke. She really was the only person he knew that could ramble on about games like he could. Well not as much as him. He was the king otaku here after all. 

“Are you by chance upset with me?” Lena asked, “I figured you’d at least share your opinion of the whole pay-to-play thing…” she had a tuition for these things and hated feeling awkward around people, especially ones she’d be around a lot. 

At first Leviathan was going to dodge her question, then Asmodeus called to the nephilim to ‘hurry up’ to walk with him. It made him grit his teeth. “NO! Why would a shut-in otaku care about a 3D girl getting a little cozy with Asmo!?” He shouted at Lena and stormed on ahead of  everyone.

Lena felt the eyes upon her. Not only did the fellow House of Lamentation members look at her for answers, but other RAD students gathering about the school grounds who witnessed the scene as well.

The nephilim facepalmed as Lilly joined her at one side, with Asmodeus at the other. “What was that all about?” 

[violetganache42]

I just finished the episode & I LOVED IT! It was so awesome! Everything about it was fantastic,from the humor & interactions of the Magic Trio to Gladstone being the biggest baby ever,along with that epic training montage,& espcially Lena's amazing new outfit. Season 3 is back with a bang!

Hell yeah! I'm so glad we got another Team Magic episode! Violet was absolutely GREAT, I honestly got a kick out of Gladstone being a dramatic motherfucker, Phantom Blot ranks up with Magica—who continues to be hammy yet intimidating—as one of my favorite villains, and I am proud of how far Lena has come! Her transformation literally left me at a loss of words, and though I was admittedly a little thrown off by her eyes after the episode ended because of how it deviated from the usual pie-eyed style, it still doesn't change that her new design in general is admittedly pretty and badass. Frank revealed earlier today that it is not permanent, so I'm willing to bet she is going to transform into her new form at will. All in all, today's episode was such a fantastic way to continue season 3!

[lovelyirony]

María Sharon for the ship thing prettttty please!

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Sharon’s the werewolf who is supposed to be careful about who she talks to. This does not stop her from talking to the new woman in town and finding her a bit more attractive than most. 

Maria doesn’t know why she’s going home with a local, she usually doesn’t until after. But this woman is different, although she can’t put her finger on it...

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Maria’s a badass pirate who sees a beautiful mermaid trapped in a net and cuts her loose. As thanks, the mermaid--Sharon, so her lulling voice sounds out--protects the ship and makes sure rival ships go down permanently 

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Maria’s the sleek dog who looks quite regal, while Sharon cannot stop getting weird stains on her jeans and forgets her witch hat a lot. They get together on well, and Sharon is almost always underestimated. 

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Sharon’s the barista who watches amused as Maria orders coffee every morning for her and her boss. Apparently it’s a High Stakes Security job, and Maria downs her coffee from the get-go. Sharon has the order ready to go each morning, even if she isn’t there. 

This leads to Fury making his right-hand-woman go down to the coffee shop and actually ask this woman out. 

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Maria’s the professor who is good if a little intimidating. Sharon’s the sweet TA who always has coffee brought in for Professor Hill, smiles at her when she makes an excellent point, and makes sure the students understand the material if they need some office hours. 

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Maria’s the knight who is one of the best-trained knights. She gets put on protection detail for Sharon, which she doesn’t necessarily like. She was trained to pursue threats, villains, and fight for the crown. 

Queen Peggy assures her that “believe me...you’ll need your training.” 

What Knight Maria wasn’t expecting was a princess who would much rather escape, and is quite good at it. 

But not as good as Maria is at finding her. 

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Sharon’s the teacher, and Maria has small, silent Bucky as her new charge. Ms. Carter is nice, sweet, and Bucky clocks her as a crush the moment his new guardian sees her. 

So of course with his table group of Nat, Steve, and Sam? Well, they can make a match. Call it an extracurricular. 

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Sharon writes the Cheesiest, Funniest, Worst Romance-Mystery-Murder books ever. Each title is a horrible pun, the suburban moms love the novels, and Maria hates editing them. 

“I hired you, right?” Sharon asks. She brings over cookies and lemonade as a treat and an appeasement for her latest installment, which is a new chief-of-police Harriet, who falls in love with new-small-business-owner Lena. 

Maria hates that she’s editing it. 

But Sharon isn’t as bad as her books are. 

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Got You Wrapped Around My Finger, Babe. (You Can Count On Me To Misbehave)

by tvengersxcorp

She could tell the poor girl was intimidated by her, and she really shouldn't say such a bold thing to someone so fragile and adorable, someone that she barely even knew. But none of that stopped her overconfident-ass from blurting out the next sentence like it was easy and meant nothing;

"You can always stay at my place if you wanted to."

OR

Lena invites her gorgeous neighbour (that she evidently scares the shit out of) to stay at her place while she sorts things out.

Words: 1227, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of And They Were Roomates!

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Lucy Lane (DCU), James "Jimmy" Olsen, Winn Schott Jr., Cat Grant, Eliza Danvers

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Lucy Lane/Jimmy Olsen

Additional Tags: kara is a gay mess, Kara Is Also Innocent, Lena Is Scary as Fuck, protective Alex, artist!kara, Slow Burn, Angst, and they were roomates, Lena calls Kara Puppy, No Supergirl In This One, Maybe Smut But I don't Know, they're so soft, fluff overload, Kara is so cute, Lena Is An 'Accidental' Tease, Everyone Is Gay, Lena Luthor Needs a Hug, Biker!Lena, Badass Lena, Lena is so confident and FOR WHAT, Half of it is just Kara being cute

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[deimagines]

Magnus’s Only Love (A Alec x Magnus’s Daughter/Reader Imagine) Part 2

Magnus is a father to you ever since he rescued you when you were just a baby and finds out later that you were a warlock.

You are a prodigy and possibly becoming one of the most powerful warlocks in history. A genius in potions, a literature in spells, and a badass with a samurai sword. (I mean c’mon, Magnus bounds to have one cause he’s Asian… like me)

This is a continuation of my Alec Imagine. Click here for the first part of the Imagine.

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(Eighteen years ago)

Sitting by the fire in a cozy armchair. Brooklyn’s High Warlock, Magnus Bane, was reading one of his many spellbooks with a glass of wine in hand. His steady yet boring eyes read the ancient inscription, word per word until a soft sound caught his attention. 

On the carpet in the center of his living room. There sat a healthy baby girl with her favorite stuffed monkey that her adopted father had set down for her to play with earlier. He smiled softly and sets down his wine on the table beside him to watch his new found entertainment of the night.

He sighed so heavily. It had been almost 9 months since he found Y/N in that alley. She was just a little thing too. Her head was barely the size of his ocean blue colored nail hands and he was even convinced that he would hurt her by just holding her. But he guessed that’s what all fathers feel when there’s a newborn around them.

Father. There’s that word again. In his many years of partying, spells and martinis, Magnus hadn’t even thought of fatherhood since he’s already teaching warlock children when they come of age. But with Y/N, it’s different. She’s different. 

The strange magic that Magnus had felt from her was something that he never sensed before in his life. It felt . . . pure. It was neither dark or light. It just existed.

He couldn’t explain it. He went and checked every book he had that contains every warlock history known to man. But he couldn’t find the reason or purpose of Y/N’s magic. He even went the Seelie Queen for answers, but not even she knows the reasons for Y/N's pure magic. The only thing that he does know is that if Y/N doesn’t train soon, there’s no telling of what she is capable of if her magic ever goes out of control. But it would be a couple more years before he could teach her the basics. 

Magnus sighed again as he continued to watch his little warlock play. She was too innocent for this corrupted world. Though he couldn’t identify the magic that she possessed, he could tell that was she meant for greatness. For not just the Downworlders. But for all the lives of the Shadow world.

“Pa.” A small sound broke his thoughts and he looks down to identify where the noise was. And by the sounds of it. It seems to be a little-

“What?” He muttered suddenly as his postured straightens up. He looks down to where Y/N was playing and saw that she was looking at him with her beautiful (color) eyes. And a thought occurred to him. “Did you just. . .”

“Papa.” The little babe squeaked out and Magnus gasped in wonderment. He sets down his book and got out of his chair to kneel down and praises instantly to his little girl. Laughing joyously, he grabs by her armpits and stood to spin her around the room. 

“That’s right my little Bulan. I’m Papa. I’m your papa!” He kisses her little chubby cheek which gave him a fit of giggles in the process. 

Overjoyed by his child’s first word. He couldn’t help himself but smile softly with his eyes glazed at his love and pulls her close until there was little space between them. 

“Know this Bulan. No matter what you are. No matter how you’ll become to be. You will have my protection and my heart. . . Forever.”

His little bulan only gurggles as Magnus placed another kiss on her forehead. 

(Now)

When Y/N arrived at her home, she changed out of her ball gown and into her regular attire. After she was done, a warlock barged into her room and warned her that the Circle members had found them.

Zipping up the last of the zipper of her vintage jacket, she quickly went into the living room where she found most of her friends.

She waved her arms and created at least two portals. "Alright, everyone get in and wait for Magnus's or my call. Is that understood?"

They answered with a few quick yeses and nods before going into the portals. But one of them stayed behind with a panicked look on his face.

"Y/N, I can't find Zoe!" He said, Y/N's looks at him with wide eyes.

"What?" She says in worry."Okay, don't worry, maybe she's hiding in one of the guest rooms. I'll get her."

The older warlock shakes his head. "No. She's my daughter. I'll go with you."

Y/N nods and closed the portals. But before either of them could leave the living room. Two circle members barged in with equal looks of menace.

Y/N looks at them with a brave face. "Go, find Zoe. I'll hold them off."

"Be careful." He mutters and left the room from the other exit.

Y/N looks at the Circle members and flickers her eyes to the katana above the fireplace.

"Well," She started out slowly to the Circle men. "Shall we play an easy game? Or a hard one?"

One of the Circle shot his arrows at her, which she caught easily. "Hard one it is." She commented sarcastically and throws her arm at their way. Making them fall and groan into the floor.

She hurries to grab the katana, unsheathes it and turned to the members who got up from the floor and both raised their weapons.

Y/N slowly raises her weapon and waited for one of them to make the first move.

One of them yells a battles cry and lunges at her. Their weapons clashed with each other and again, and again. The Circle man's sword glowed in bright as he kicks Y/N behind her legs and she fell.

Before he could strike her, she moved her legs swiftly and knocks him over by the ankles. And before he could get up, Y/N banged his forehead with the end of the katana, making the Circle member fall completely to the floor, unmoving.

She turns to the other member in the room and her eyes glowed to a bright blueish cat-eyes,

The man sneered and they both circled around each other. Y/N made a decision to drop her katana without feeling any regrets.

"You shouldn't have done that." The Circle member smirks. "Wouldn't want to scratch that pretty face of yours."

Y/N's look didn't change and she raised her hands. Both glowing brightly and purple as she waited for the enemy's next move.

When he stepped forward, she moved a bookshelf nearby the member and made it fall, hoping it would hit him. But unfortunately, she missed and the bookshelf falls in front of him instead.

He smiled evilly at her and steps on it. "Your magic’s strong warlock." He mocks as he waves his sword in the air. "But stronger than that horned weakling that I killed this morning."

Y/N's eyes faltered a bit. "Elias?" She whispers but continues to stay strong to fight against the man who killed one of her dearest friends. She waved her hand forward and sends a blast of energy at him. But he ducks before it hits him and quickly straightens his stance to face her clearly.

"That was him." He smiled. "Well lucky for us, he sold you and your father out. Before I took his warlock mark." He taunted before he swings his weapon at her. Luckily, Y/N was fast enough to block it with an invisible force.

They stared at each other for a moment. "Cats eyes." The man commented with a sickening smile. "That be a nice addition to my collection."

Suddenly, before any of them could make a move, an arrow appeared on the Circle man's thigh.

Although she was confused, Y/N didn't waste any time as she moves her hands and strikes the wounded Circle member. He falls on top of the fallen bookshelf and his body lay motionlessly on it.

"Well done." A deep voice said from behind Y/N as she studies the unconscious Circle man.

"More like medium rare." She commented, slightly unsatisfied that the Circle member wasn't killed. Even though it wasn't in her nature to kill. She was starting to believe that she did what she had to do for the sake of her people and her family.

She turned to face her savior and her eyes widened slightly when she saw that it was the Lightwood that she dance with not long ago. Alec walked closer to her and couldn’t help but noticed the color of her eyes and immediately knew who it was.

“You.” He says softly in realization. Although it was a bit confusing to see her without her gown and mask. Her whole exterior was very different from what she had worn at the ball. He admits that it was different, but it was surprisingly suitable much to his liking.

Y/N walks forward to him slowly in a bit of awe when she sees the familiar dark hair.

“I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. “ She outstretched her hand. “I’m Y/N.”

“Alec.” The shadowhunter shakes her hand and could help but noticed how warm her hands were. He looks up from their hands and was suddenly pulled into a staring contest. 

He couldn’t help it. Her eyes were basically the only thing that was able to distract him from the situation that was going on in the home of the High Warlock. They were just so . . . beautiful.

Y/N, on the other hand, felt a little intimidated by his stare. Mostly because she wasn’t use to the stares of attractive boys. Especially the Lightwood’s. It was then that she noticed that they still haven’t let go of each other's hands that she coughs to get Alec’s attention.

Alec got the message and he quickly took his hand back and places it at his side. Not understanding why he misses the warmth. 

“We should uh. . . probably get out of here.” Alec suggested.

“Sounds good.” Y/N agrees. And they both left the living room.

Part 3 will be out soon!!

TAGS!!!

@casedoina @minim236 @unsaid-thougths @lena-davina @xmultixshadow @baby-baker @ornate-ribcage @niki110298

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I Really Hate This Show, Which I Love More Than Life Itself

Hey guys!! I know I haven’t posted any metas in months, (I’ve been super busy between work and school) but Game of Thrones is back and I’m really going to try and make Tumblr a priority for at least the next six weeks!  As you can probably tell from my previous posts I’m pretty anti D&D and have significant issues with their adaptation of ASOIAF, but I’m also pretty excited that one of the biggest events in fandom history is taking place every Sunday for the next month and a half, so I’m pretty conflicted about my feelings for the show right now -- That being said, here’s my general thoughts on Season 8 Episode 1 – “Winterfell”:

I don’t have too much to say about the “previously on” section of the episode, but I did find two things particularly interesting.  The first is something @theusurpersdog mentioned to me; Cersei says “The monsters are real,” and then we get a smash cut to D*ny riding Drogon. Most people have assumed the audience is meant to see the dragons as monsters, but it could also be foreshadowing some oncoming Dark!Dany content.  The second thing I found interesting was how the clip of Bran’s Warg eyes is shown right before we see Viserion’s Wight eyes, which might be some foreshadowing for the popular theory that Bran’s going to Warg a dragon this season.

Next is the opening scene where we see Jon and D*ny arriving to the North, which is the first of this episode’s 1,000 callbacks to the first episode. It’s a scene that’s clearly meant to mirror Robert’s arrival to Winterfell from “Winter Is Coming”, which mostly works except for the fact that the Baratheon theme is playing in the background despite the fact that there’s not a Baratheon in sight, except for Gendry, who’s not even a true Baratheon.  

I adore Maisie Williams in this scene.  Last season’s Arya was such a mess, and though I still feel show Arya is nothing compared to the complexity of ASOIAF’s Arya, she seems to be much more herself this episode.  The look on her face when she sees Jon is perfect, as is her subtle heartbreak when he doesn’t notice her.  I continue to be tired of the amount of The Hound content D&D continue to subject us to, but I do like that we see Arya’s joy at seeing that Gendry is alive.

Though I love Arya in this scene, the most important part is D*enarys.  In a crowd of dark fur coats, she stands out clothed in pure white, and the Northerners take notice. This scene also sets her up as a liability to Jon, both with the North and his own family.  When he’s with D*ny he misses Arya in the crowd, setting up the recurring theme of the episode that the more he’s with her the less he’s a Stark. I also appreciate that her first appearance of the season shows that the fear of the subjugated is what she’s after, not their love or respect.  Her delight at the terror her dragons instill seems to bode well for Dark!Dany theories. Overall, I enjoyed how the dragons were portrayed.  I love that Arya is awestruck, and that Sansa is in wonder for a moment, but immediately sees the danger in their presence in the North.  Sophie plays this brilliantly, and the look of resolve Sansa has shows that she won’t be intimidated by grand displays of superiority from D*ny.

I have a lot of thoughts on the courtyard reunion scene, but I’ll only mention the really important things since I don’t want this post to be too long.  The reunion of Jon and Bran was good, but not nearly as good as their relationship deserved. Jon and Sansa’s reunion left a lot to be desired.  Why is Sansa only glad to see him for less than a second before she’s side-eying D*ny? So many of my issues with D&D come from their inability to write women who aren’t reduced to pure pettiness, and this episode was a classic example of their failure to provide complex female characters.  Sansa is so justified in her concerns about D*ny and I wish the writing portrayed her as a an incredibly intelligent Lady of Winterfell, who has every right to bitterness towards the woman who’s demanded the fealty of her people, instead of just another small-minded and petty female character who’s more concerned with glaring at D*ny than she is with fighting the fast approaching White Walkers. D*ny stans also have a right to be offended by this episode as D*ny is fairly one dimensional as well.  

Sexist writing aside, my biggest issue with this scene is that somehow nobody cares that a freaking undead dragon is coming their way.  Not even D*ny, the Mother of Dragons, is given more than a two second reaction shot.  This should be devastating for her, and her plotline for the episode should have been her processing her grief.

There’s a lot of issues with this scene, but I will say that Bran is amazing throughout this scene and the whole episode.  Is he the ASOIAF Bran that I love? No, but he is spectacularly dramatic and I’m here for it.

Next is the Great Hall scene.  Again, the Northerners are treated as small-minded and petty over their concern for titles and independence, and I fail to see why.  Westeros is a feudal society, which means of course titles mean everything.  And beyond titles, of course Northerners are justified in their want for independence.  Each Kingdom has its own argument for independence, but the North’s is by far the strongest. They’re larger than the other kingdoms combined, and have a completely different climate and a completely different set of needs than the southern kingdoms.  Not to mention the fact they’ve been the most consistently victimized by the tyrants of King’s Landing.  

This scene is much better about treating Sansa as an intelligent leader who’s aware of the North’s situation.  Again, there’s a lot more I have to say but this post is already getting pretty long, so I’ll move on to Sansa and Tyrion’s reunion.

I’m so torn on how to feel about this particular reunion.  It’s deeply upsetting because it’s a wretched reminder of so many of D&D’s past sins, in particular the whitewashing of Tyrion’s character, and how Sansa’s development was completely undercut in the process.  This scene also shows a stark contrast between show Sansa and book Sansa.  It’s impossible to imagine book Sansa fondly remembering Joffrey clawing at his own throat, unable to breathe – it’s actually essential to her character that she wouldn’t. What leaves me torn is that I still really love show Sansa.  Though D&D’s adaptation will never compare to the beautiful and brilliant character GRRM created in Sansa, I can still root for a badass Sophie Turner fondly remembering the day her serial abuser died.

Now onto my favorite scene of the whole episode, Jon and Arya’s reunion. Both Kit and Maisie were so good in this scene.  I love their genuine happiness and comfort at seeing each other again after all these years apart.  I love the silent mourning of their youth when Arya confesses to Jon that she’s used Needle once or twice.  It was also really nice to see Arya defending Sansa after the absolute tragedy that was Arya and Sansa’s plotline last season.  It was also good to see how clearly hurt Jon is by what he perceives as Sansa’s lack of faith in him.

I don’t have all that much to say when it comes to the section of this episode that takes place outside Winterfell, since there’s not a whole lot of substance in it.  All I really need to say is that I continue to adore Lena Heady, I love the reference to elephants, I’m continually upset by the writers seeming lack of understanding when it comes to consent, and the Theon and Yara plotline is mostly a waste of time, which is incredibly disappointing because it has so much potential.

The next scene is by far the worst of the episode.  I still can’t get over how unbelievably disrespectful to the source material it is to have Jon’s first time riding a dragon be written as comedy.  The only thing worth noting from this sequence is the ominous way Jon keeps his eyes open while making out with Dany, and how foreboding his eye contact with Drogon was.

Though I loved every second of Arya and Gendry’s reunion, it was a mostly superficial scene so I’ll skip passed it.  

Jon and Sansa’s candlelit and tense conversion was content™, but I’m hoping to make a Jonsa focused post about this week’s episode in the next couple of days so all I’ll say is that I loved this scene.

Next, we have Sam’s discovery that his family has been executed, the reveal of R+L=J, and the beginning of the emotional and political fallout these revelations will cause.  I’m so unbelievably disappointed by this sequence.  Jon discovering the truth of his parentage should have easily been the most important scene in the series to date, and the whole thing just fell flat. The main problem with this scene is that it focuses on the political ramifications instead Jon’s emotional response.

In the second to last scene Tormund discovers the dead body of the child Lord Umber surrounded by some pretty horrific centipede arms.  The White Walkers haven’t really been all that threatening since Hardhome, but damn was that shriek unsettling.

The episode closes with Jaime’s arrival at Winterfell, and I couldn’t be happier. Hopefully confronting the man who crippled him will be enough for Bran to not be a robot, at least for one episode.  That combined with the fact that Sansa and Jaime will finally be meeting is more than I can handle.  As much as I was excited for this week’s episode, I can’t begin to express how ready I am for next week.

Overall, I had some issues with D&D’s execution, but I’m mostly excited for where it seems this season is going.

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Down In The Dungeon (ACOR, Lena x MC)

As promised, here’s a new Lena x MC fanfic! Y’all already know how much I love this non-canon ship (previous episodes of the Lena series: Your Odyssey, Beautiful Curse & News From The Ludus) ❤️

In short, Lucilla (MC) runs to rescue Lena in the Capitoline jail where Legate Aquila’s men took her and the girls after shutting down her scholae. Warning: this is gonna be very sappy (ideally) ‘cause Lucilla and our badass domina will finally share their feelings for each other. Also, the following fanfic mentions woman solidarity. Hope you like it lovelies!

Word Count: 1839

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Tags: @jellymonster @gayestchoices @3pawandme @korrasamixlover ______________________

As soon as Cassius left the raided scholae, Lucilla exchanged a look with her little thief Cirta and made a beeline for the entrance door.

She started running at breathtaking speed to the Capitoline jail where Legate Aquila’s men took the other girls and Lena. Lena... As she proceeded at full speed through the back alleys of Rome, slowing down only when she spotted a patrol approaching, she replayed the scene in her mind. 

The ruckus in the main hall, the guards yelling and the fear in the girls’ eyes -even Xanthe looked terrified for once- and then...the most hideous man, the “civilized” monster who put her family in chains and brutally slaughtered her people, Legate Aquila appeared on the threshold and walked to the center of the hall shouting orders to his men and swagging. 

Lena immediately stormed in and approached him, her dark eyes flashing with fury. She looked like an avenging goddess: she was standing there in the midst of chaos and Roman guards like royalty, her head high, fist clenched, exuding confidence and fierceness. She glared daggers to Aquila’s soldiers invading her scholae and shoving her girls away: Lucilla once saw the same look in the eyes of a mama bear protecting her cubs from hunters. Lena was beautiful and intimidating at the same time, she couldn’t help but notice.

When Legate Aquila announced that the place was shut down, Lena spoke, no fear only anger in her voice.

“I don’t care what your title is, this is unlawful” she protested.

A hideous grin formed on Aquila’s lips as he informed her of some irregularities that were leading the furious domina and all her girls to jail. Lena didn’t flinch and rejected that nonsense but the Legate just laughed at her, looking at her derisively. Then he dismissed her as someone of no importance and spotted Lucilla. She had forgotten her knife in her room and was headed there but the man shouted at her to stop.

“You! You are not going anywhere!”

Lucilla froze as Lena turned to see who was the new target of Aquila’s wrath. He made a beeline to her and badly grabbed the Gallic girl’s arm, forcing her to look at him. Before Lucilla could react, Lena was there beside her, shouting at the former general.

“Take your hands off her!”

Lucilla saw Lena slapping the Legate hard in the face, sending him to backpedal. Her heart tightened, remembering that scene. Lena’s eyes were pure anger as she positioned herself between Aquila and Lucilla. 

She didn’t hold back when the man raised again and growled that striking a Vicarius Urbis was a crime: Lena couldn’t care less. Instead, she reached for Lucilla’s hand behind her back and intertwined their fingers together before telling off the pompous Legate: your precious title means nothing to me and to Rome.

That’s when he slapped her and ordered his henchmen to arrest her. Two guards immediately dragged her domina away from her. Lena’s hand slipped away from hers and a wave of uncontrollable anger kindled inside her.

She looked Legate Aquila in the eye as Lena was reassuring the other girls.

“Aquila, you’ve made a grave mistake” she hissed, her voice trembling with fury.

Lucilla was almost there, she could see the walls of the jail. The way Lena’s face paled when she saw Aquila leading her away in the opposite direction, the pain in her voice, when she called her name and two guards barely managed to stop her from running towards her...it, was all in her mind as she ran Cirta in tow.

“I’m coming, Lena. Wait for me”.

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Lena was sitting in her cell. The guards separated her from the girls as soon as they entered the building. She was alone and in chains. Like in the good old days, she thought, smiling grimly to herself. She leaned her head back against the cold walls of the dungeon. She lost everything. Again. Her scholae was gone for good, raided by Legate Aquila’s soldiers and she couldn’t see a way to get it back, not when Rome was on the verge of a civil war. She was right back where she started and her oath to protect the girls under her wing was broken. That thought hurt. She failed them and even worse she failed one of them, the one she cared most for. The one who captured her heart, Lucilla. Lena sighed and closed her eyes, reminiscing their first meeting. When the guards left, she offered a hand to the Gallic girl to help her up to her feet. Lucilla refused it, muttering something in her own language and staring daggers at her. Lena didn’t flinch: she had been there, she knew the fear and the fury waltzing inside the new girl. So she smiled at her and slowly reached for Lucilla’s hand, waiting for the girl’s approval before taking it into hers. The Gaul looked at her in disbelief and immediately searched into her eyes for any sign of danger or deception: finding none, she nodded. Lena gently rubbed the back of her hand with her thumb and said her in her most reassuring voice, never breaking eye contact: “Everything will be fine, wildflower. I won’t let anything bad happen to you”.

And now her love was in the hands of Legate Aquila, one of the most ferocious men in Rome. And she couldn’t do anything to save her. A tear formed in her eyes when she thought ‘I lied to her, that’s what I did’.

All of a sudden, she heard someone fussing with the lock of her cell. She groaned and wiped away her tear, hissing:

“What do you want aga-” but she stopped mid-sentence as she recognized...

“Cirta?”

The domina gaped as Cirta dropped to the floor. The little monkey cheered and made a mad dash towards her. He immediately jumped into her lap and wrapped his paws around her neck.

Lena smiled softly and cautiously patted Cirta’s back with her chained hands.

“Hey, little man...it’s good to see you”

Then a thought crossed her mind.

“Wait, Cirta, what are you doing here? Is...is Lucilla safe?”

At that very moment, she heard footsteps approaching and in no time a young soldier materialized on the threshold of her cell.

Lena instinctively hugged Cirta and stared at the guard, who immediately dropped their helm to reveal a very well known face.

“Lucilla?” 

Cirta jumped off, shrieking happily. The Gallic girl ran into the cell and fell on her knees in front of her, pulling the other woman in her arms.

“May Tsirona be praised, Lena! I was so scared-”

Lena sighed in relief hugging her back.

“Oh Lucilla, you’re safe!”

The Gaul broke free from the embrace and her eyes fell on the chains around the woman’s wrists.

“Cirta, free her, will you?”

As the monkey started fumbling with the chains, Lena spoke again, trying hard to hold back tears. Lucilla was alive!

“Lucilla, I’m so grateful for what you’re doing but please...stop. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me, we will-”

“I’ll be damned if I let you stay here any longer, Lena!” the girl cut her off.

Lena recognized the fierce look in her eyes, that mix of fury and fear she saw long ago when she first took her hand.

“This is a place for criminals like Aquila not for you! I’m not leaving without you and the girls. This is all my fault, he had a grudge with me, it had nothing to do with you and he will pay dearly for this I swear!” 

Then she noticed the bruises on Lena’s arms and instinctively placed her fingertips on the woman’s cheek still reddened by Legate’s hard slap.

“But you’re hurt! I should take you to Locusta!” she frowned.

Finally free from her chains, Lena stroke the Gaul’s cheek, hiding her grimace.

“It’s nothing, wildflower. Knowing that you’re safe already does wonders to ease the pain”

Lucilla looked at her domina who was smiling softly at her. She felt so lost when Legate Aquila lead her away from Lena, the woman who took care of her and she unexpectedly fell for. She didn’t think twice before running to her rescue...and she didn’t have to think twice now. She couldn’t hide it anymore.

The Gallic girl cupped Lena’s cheeks and leaned closer. She kissed her lips shyly at first, unsure whether the other woman would accept the kiss, but when Lena didn’t draw back but returned it, she pressed even closer. As her domina put a hand on her hip, she kissed her again, desperate this time, as if to find a way to heal her wounds and shield her from the arrogance and violence of the Roman. Lucilla hoped to convey all the words left unsaid between them, the true meaning of all the furtive looks across the hall of the scholae. 

When they parted, they looked at each other in awe. Lena spoke first.

“I...I didn’t think you were-”

Lucilla smiled sheepishly at her.

“I didn’t know. I mean, I’ve always known that I didn’t want a husband or kids but I never fell in love with a woman before. It took me time to realise that I was falling for you. But then I noticed that just thinking of you or casually talking to you made me feel happy and safe. I started longing to see you, to spend time with you, to hear you telling me about your day. And one day I was reharsing a love song, I instantly knew that I wanted to sing it to you only, whispering the lines in your ear so that you be the only one hearing them...and kiss your lips afterwards”

Lena placed a hand behind her neck, pulling her close. Then she whispered in the softest voice:

“I’ve wanted this since I laid eyes on you”

And she captured the younger woman’s lips in a fierce yet sweet kiss that left Lucilla almost breathless and confirmed her her domina’s feelings for her. When they parted, Lena rested her forehead against the Gaul’s, cherishing the moment until Cirta pulled his beloved owner’s gown.

“As much as I hate to admit it, your little man is right, we better go now”

“I took this guard uniform and I’m fully armed” Lucilla said fiercily.

“We must free the other girls before trying to find a way out" Lena added, rasing.

Lena smiled.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way and when it’s done we’ll take everyone to Locusta’s shop. Locusta and Sabina are waiting for us there”

“Sabina?” 

“Yes, Legate Aquila’s wife. She helped me run from him and she slapped him hard too"

Lena chuckled.

“I like her already!”

Lucilla stopped on the threshold of the cell and turn to face Lena, a pleading look on her face.

“Just promise me we will continue our conversation later”

Lena pressed a kiss on her forehead before handing her the Roman helm.

“Of course, wildflower”.

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Got You Wrapped Around My Finger, Babe. (You Can Count On Me To Misbehave)

by tvengersxcorp

She could tell the poor girl was intimidated by her, and she really shouldn't say such a bold thing to someone so fragile and adorable, someone that she barely even knew. But none of that stopped her overconfident-ass from blurting out the next sentence like it was easy and meant nothing;

"You can always stay at my place if you wanted to."

OR

Lena invites her gorgeous neighbour (that she evidently scares the shit out of) to stay at her place while she sorts things out.

Words: 1227, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of And They Were Roomates!

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Lucy Lane (DCU), James "Jimmy" Olsen, Winn Schott Jr., Cat Grant, Eliza Danvers

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Lucy Lane/Jimmy Olsen

Additional Tags: kara is a gay mess, Kara Is Also Innocent, Lena Is Scary as Fuck, protective Alex, artist!kara, Slow Burn, Angst, and they were roomates, Lena calls Kara Puppy, No Supergirl In This One, Maybe Smut But I don't Know, they're so soft, fluff overload, Kara is so cute, Lena Is An 'Accidental' Tease, Everyone Is Gay, Lena Luthor Needs a Hug, Biker!Lena, Badass Lena, Lena is so confident and FOR WHAT, Half of it is just Kara being cute

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/20872964