#lucy is polish confirmed

[wellgoslowly]

thinking about this couple in traditional polish clothing that looks insanely like locklyle rn. they mean so much to me

[mzcain27]

I’m like 3 chapters into ballad of songbirds and snakes and already ms Suzanne Collins is pulling ZERO punches in fleshing out panem

[honeys-hotties]

ok this is kinda specific but can I request a julien fic where she's not sure if the reader is into girls and they're all out and a random guy hits on the reader and jb pretends to be her gf to get the reader away from him. and the reader plays along and kisses jb so she gets her confirmation and then they just confess their feelings ugh 🥰🥰🥰

i love this request!!! sorry it took me sooo long my loves, i've been absolutely overwhelmed with everything recently, but this one has been in the works for a bit and i'm so excited to get it out!!

My Type-Julien Baker x Reader

julien baker x fem!reader, sorta angsty? but happy ending (of course!) not proofread so i'm so sorry in advance, but i wanted to get something out tonight!

word count: 2727 💗

“When do you want me to pick you up?” Julien asks, her voice coming from the phone propped up on the coffee table. You’re sitting on the couch painting your nails while she watches through the screen, her face close to the camera on the facetime call.

“Umm, what time did Phoebe want to meet us there?” you ask, carefully applying a second coat. 

“I think sometime around 9?” Julien says, smiling at the sight of you, deeply concentrated on your manicure. 

“Okay” you say, capping the bottle and blowing on your freshly painted nails. “Do you wanna come over and get ready with me before we leave?”. Julien nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, that sounds fun. When should I come over?” she asks, getting even closer to the screen. You pick up the phone, careful not to smudge your nails, and laugh at Julien’s expression, her face giant on the screen. “Oh, I don't care, maybe around 7? I can order a pizza or something?”

“Sounds good princess” she nods. “I’ll see you then. You smile and blow her a kiss before hanging up the phone and grabbing a bottle of clear nail polish to go over the red painted onto your nails with a smile.

Julien, however, is much less relaxed. As soon as you hang up the phone, she lets out a huge sigh and immediately calls Phoebe and Lucy to vent.

“Guys, I’m literally going over to her house to get ready with her, which really means watching her get ready, and I don’t know if I can take it.” she says dramatically. “She’s just so gorgeous and smart and funny and cute but I don’t even know if she’s into girls and I feel like I’m going to fuck up and make things SO awkward and if I ruin our friendship I don’t know what I’ll do and I just-”

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop you right there” Phoebe cuts her off. “First off, that girl is definitely not straight.”

“Oh one hundred percent,” Lucy chimes in. “Remember when she was auxing when we were at the beach and she played girl in red? And when she and I talked for like an hour about Portrait of a Lady on Fire?”

“Yeah, or when all of us were like, collectively drooling over that Angelina Jolie movie? Honestly, shoot your shot JB.” Phoebe encourages, Lucy nodding along.

“I don’t know guys, I really don’t want to fuck up our relationship. I mean, other than you guys, she’s my best friend in the entire world. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“Julien, even if she was straight, which for the record she’s definitely not, she would never, ever hold your feelings against you.” Lucy tells her seriously, Phoebe agreeing with her. 

“I guess so.” Julien tells them. “Alright, I love you both, I’ll see you at the bar tonight.” Julien waves to the pair before hanging up, dropping her phone onto the table, and dropping her face into her hands.

When you answer the door you’re fresh out of the shower, fresh faced with wet hair, wearing an oversized Green Day shirt, and tiny shorts, and Julien feels like she’s about to have a heart attack.

“Hey, you” you say, giving her a tight hug before opening the door further and letting her inside. “I just called, pizza should be on its way soon!” Julien can hear music playing faintly from your bathroom, and is acutely aware of the smell of your body wash and the fact that you are wearing very little clothing.

“Yeah, sounds good.” she says, walking inside and taking her shoes off, before following you into the bathroom where your makeup and hair products are spread out over the counter. She sits on top of the toilet and watches you dry your hair while you tell her about your day and the drama between some of your friends, looking at you like you hung the moon. Satisfied with your hair, you drag her into your bedroom and sit her down on the bed, pulling different hangers out of the closet.

“Okay, so I have this dress I thrifted,” you tell her, holding up a short, black dress. “It has this really cool neckline, and I was thinking I could do my layer necklaces and those black heels?” You show her another hanger. “I have this skirt too, though, and I thought I could wear it with that red top and my leather jacket? And my boots?” Julien stares at you blankly, but really she’s just picturing you in the clothes you’re holding up and trying so hard to keep her cool. You gently wave your fingers at her. “Hey, earth to JB, you okay over there?” 

She starts, and stares at you for a second, blushing wildly. “Oh, um, I don’t, I mean, I think they would both look good.” she stutters, glancing down at her tattooed hands which are fidgeting in her lap. You roll your eyes playfully, laughing gently at her words.

“But which one would look better?” you ask, waving both of the hangers in her direction. “I was kinda leaning towards the dress, especially cause then I would match your shirt,  but I really wanted your input!” Julien flushes again at your words, before nodding her head in agreement. 

“I um, I think the dress would look really gorgeous on you.” she manages, and you beam at your words, heading into the bathroom to change and leaving Julien a flustered mess on the edge of your bed. Reminding herself of Lucy and Phoebe’s encouragements, she tells herself to get a grip and get over herself, taking several deep breaths as she waits for you to come back.

When you return, fully dressed and putting on your jewelry, Julien swears she can feel her heart stop. You pause, slightly self conscious under her gaze, and cast your eyes down, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “What, um, what do you think?” you ask her, slowly meeting her eyes with your own.

“I think you look stunning” she tells you, voice full of sincerity. “I mean, shit, you’re easily one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen.”

You flush at her words, and smile at her before grabbing your jacket and sitting down beside her to put on your shoes. “I think you’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen too, JB.” you tell her, and miss the way her face burns at your words. “Ready to go?” you ask her, straightening up and grabbing her hand, pulling her into the living room as she nods. “You sure you’re okay with driving?” you ask her, grabbing your keys and phone while she ties her shoes.

“Of course I am,” she reassures you. “You just focus on having fun tonight, okay?” You grin at her, and the two of you chat about the night ahead all the way down to her truck, where she holds the door open for you before climbing inside herself. As soon as the car starts, she hands you her phone, and you pull up the playlist she had made for the both of you, singing along to the music the whole way to the bar. Julien has her hand resting on your knee as you speed through traffic, and you have your window down, the cold, nighttime air rushing through your hair.

Once the truck pulls into a parking space outside the bar and Julien opens your door, grabbing your hand and leading you into the bar, things start to speed up. Once the two of you find Lucy and Phoebe, making your way over to the booth they had claimed and greeting them with tight hugs and cheek kisses, Julien offers to get the three of you drinks, and after she leaves, Phoebe pulls you onto the dance floor. You throw your arms around Phoebe’s neck and she guides your hips to the music, the two of you a giggling, sweaty mess under the flashing lights and blasting speakers of the club. After Julien returns with your drinks, you pull Phoebe towards the table and slide into the booth, leaning up against Julien who lays an arm across your shoulders as you sip your drink.

“Having fun out there?” she asks, her face extremely close to yours in order to be heard over the music and chatter of the club. You nod, grinning, and gesture towards Phoebe

“She’s taking charge,” you say, laughing. “I’m just along for the ride.” Phoebe winks at you, pulling you into her side and planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek, causing you to squeal and laugh. Lucy laughs loudly at the pout on Julien’s face at the loss of contact between the two of you, and Julien rolls her eyes, before quickly excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

In front of the mirror, Julien splashes water on her face, exhaling deeply and trying to talk herself up. The images of you dancing with Phoebe, the ones of you getting ready earlier, and every single second you had spent with her played in her head as she spiraled into a haze of overthinking and self-doubt. How could someone like you ever fall for someone like her, she wonders, but before she can get too deep into her own head, Lucy barges into the bathroom. Seeing the questioning look on Julien's face, Lucy cuts her off before she can ask:

“I know you too well, JB. I know you’re in here overthinking, but you need to be out there making a move.” Julien tries to protest, but before she can even get the words out Lucy cuts her off again, holding out a hand. “Don’t even try to give me any of that ‘she’s so out of my league’ bullshit either Julien, you two are made for each other and you know it. Now snap out of it and get your ass out there. Go get your girl!”

Julien grins ruefully at Lucy, thanking her for the pep talk before heading out of the bathroom to find you.

Meanwhile, you had wandered over the bar to get another drink for you and Phoebe. Julien was acting weird, barely making eye contact with you ever since you two had arrived, and you were stuck wondering if you had done anything wrong. When she had left the table, you had wanted to go after her, but Lucy insisted that you should stay, that she would go check on Julien. Phoebe had encouraged you to get another drink, so you were sitting in front of the crowded bar while the drastically overworked bartender made his rounds. You were so absorbed in what was happening with Julien you didn’t notice the guy next to you that had been ogling you from the second you sat down, until he opened his mouth.

“Hey you, come here often?” he asked, and you cringed internally, before tuning to find the man. He wasn’t unattractive, but his sleazy pick up line coupled with the stench of alcohol on him and the fact that he was way too close to you turned you off completely to the man. Well that, plus the fact that you already knew what you wanted, and it wasn’t him.

“Um, not really.” You said politely, before attempting to turn back around. The man’s hand on your shoulder prevented you from doing so, though, and you felt panic rising up within you. You tuned out whatever he was saying, searching frantically for Lucy, for Phoebe or Julien behind him, but with no luck.

“Like I was saying,” the man continued. “A pretty girl like you really shouldn’t be here all alone. Let me buy you a drink, then maybe we can keep getting to know each other at my place.” 

You felt fear closing over you, your friends were nowhere to be seen and this guy was relentless. “No, really, I’m not interested.” you told him as calmly as you could.

“Why not?” he asked, grinning horribly at you.

“I’m not available.” you hear yourself say, to which the man scoffs.

“That’s what they all say, but I don’t see anyone here for you-” but the man is cut off by a firm hand sliding around your waist. 

“Sorry about that, baby.” Julien says, pulling you protectively into her. “Line for the bathroom was crazy long. Who’s this guy?” she asks, pointing to the man whose slimy grin had slid right off of his face. Relief rushes through you at the feeling of Julien’s hands on your hips, and you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“Don’t worry about it, honey.” you tell her, melting back into her arms. “This is, Matt, was it?” The man scowls.

“Mike, actually.” he responds, gruffly. Julien sticks out her tattooed hand. 

“Mike, hi, I’m Julien. Her girlfriend.” she says gruffly, her voice and hands on you sending a wave of heat through your body. “And you’re obviously making her uncomfortable, so if you could leave, that would be great.”

“No, you know what, we were having a good time before you interrupted.” Mike scowled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m her fucking girlfriend.” Julien snaps at him, before pulling you into a strong kiss. You relax into her, throwing your arms around her neck and she pulls you in by the waist, standing between your legs and tilting your head gently upwards to meet her lips. You kiss her back feverishly, until she abruptly pulls away and steps back. “He, uh, he left.” she tells you, running her hand across her mouth. “Sorry about that.” she mutters, before turning on her heel and running out the door, leaving you sitting at the bar, speechless.

You stare at the spot where she disappeared into the crowd, heading for the door for a moment, before jumping up and stumbling after her. You pass by the booth with Lucy and Phoebe who are sitting, staring at you with smirks on their faces. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Lucy asks, smiling gently as you get closer. “Go get your girl.” Phoebe whoops at her words, and you roll your eyes playfully at the two of them, before turning towards the door and hurrying out into the cold air. Once you stumble outside, and walk a couple feet down the sidewalk, you see Julien in the alley, leaned against the bricks with a cigarette in her hand. You walk slowly towards her, watching as she takes shaky drags from the cigarette in her hand.

“Hey, Jules.” You call softly to her when you’re a couple feet away, and she slowly meets your eyes with her own red-rimmed ones. “Why are you crying?”

“Fuck, I’m so, so fucking sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, you just looked so uncomfortable and I wanted to make sure you were safe but I wasn’t thinking and-” but you cut her off, surging forwards to kiss her again. Your hands fly into her hair and she drops the cigarette, crushing it under her boot before pulling you in by your hips. She runs her strong hands up your back and bites your bottom lip gently, causing you to moan into her mouth, tugging gently at the roots of her hair. Moments later, you break away, panting, and she rests her forehead against yours, breathing hard.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” you tell her, placing a finger to her lips when she begins to protest. “You did save me, and you showed me that you feel this too.” you gesture between the two of you. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for like, forever!” you tell her breathily, giggling at the incredulous look on her face.

“Me?!” she asks. “I thought I wasn’t your, uh, your type, I guess”

“Well, you thought wrong.” you say, before lacing your fingers with hers, smiling at the beautiful grin that breaks onto her face. “Let’s go tell Lucy and Phoebe good night, and then you can take me home.”

Julien steals one more quick kiss before squeezing your hand gently and pulling you after her back into the bar, laughing as you stumble, and thanking her lucky stars she had been wrong about you.

[artyandink]

Hello, could I request an Anthony Lockwood x reader where they both act like they are dating (pet names, sleeping in the same bed after Bad missions, just doing small affectionate things) but nothing is confirmed and then kipps asks reader out and lockwood steps in. At home they had a heated argument & confession and maybe make out?

LABELS AREN'T MEANT FOR US (YET)

Lockwood and I never like to put labels. They make everything definitive and unopen for interpretation. Amirite or amirite?

"Leila, love, it's 9 am." Lockwood himself reached out to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, making me giggle and slap his hand away. "So I take it you had a good sleep, then?"

"Just peachy, darling. You make me feel better after those bad missions." I grinned, and got a kiss on the forehead in return.

"Well, George may be making breakfast round about now, and you know how he is about timings."

"Oh, yes, the timings." I got out of bed, quickly combing my hair while he threw on the business clothes he wore that showed off his toned physique. The shirt did, and the jacket polished off the look.

"I swear, you two should be dating already." Lucy tutted. "Listen to fate, please."

"We don't put such labels on our relationship, Lucy, they're too definitive. Besides, Lockwood and I are friends." But I truly did want to be something more, yet I'd contradict my own words if I did. Oh, this world is too confusing.

"Exactly what Leilani said. Now, hop off to breakfast, we'll be down there in a minute." Lockwood cut in, saving me. I smiled at him, tucking the other strand of hair behind my ear and then twisted a strand of my raven-coloured hair around my finger and let it drop. "Absurd, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

George and Lucy kept pointing out things that set me and Lockwood apart from being normal couples. The way we look at each other, how we always work together, we light up in each others presence, the usual rom com malarkey. But we'd gotten into the habit of keeping our hands near each other, pinky fingers intertwined as if we'd float away if we'd let go. Nobody really knows why Lockwood and I are so close.

That is with the exception of the two concerned.

Long story long, Lockwood and I first made eye contact shortly after his parents died because he was put in the house next door. We'd go on playdates all the time, we trained together and even though he was a better fencing prodigy than I was, I supported him all the way. He was brilliant. Clever with his words as much as his brain, athletic yet packed with technique, the whole package. Then one fateful day he pitched the idea of an agency to me, and me being the reckless soul I was, I agreed, henceforth starting Lockwood and Co because it sounded better and cooler than Yaris and Co. I was there for him during the struggle of being orphaned at a young age and he was there for me when I lost mine to a car crash. We were as thick as thieves...

Even though every day I wanted to be more than that.

THAT VERY EVENING:

"Evening, Laila." Lockwood greeted, starting to write on the tablecloth.

"Hey, Lockwood. Figuring out the case of the Lipton Street wraith?"

"Yeah. I got a lot closer thanks to your clue."

“Yeah, what can I say, darling? I’m good at this stuff.” 

“I know, love, that’s why I ask you.” Our fingers intertwined, looking at each other for a second. I felt truly safe with Lockwood. I couldn’t explain it, really. All I could say about it was that he was like my only vice when things went wrong, the one to hold me after a bad case or the person who’d just protect me anyway, acting as a shield between me and the dangers out to get me. 

I remember the countless times he’d put himself in critical danger for me, jumping in front of an advancing ghost or distracting it when he had nowhere else to go. In that moment I felt it was the other way around, and I couldn’t help but rise to the occasion.  

“I’m going out to meet Flo later, at around 6. We’re going over the details of me acting as her intermediary.” He told me, and I nodded in response. Flo was our good friend. She was an amazing person as well, so no wonder she became the only relic girl in the world. 

“I’m going out with George at the same time. We’re grabbing pizza.” I informed, absentmindedly writing something down until I realised what it was. 

I love you, Anthony Lockwood.

I covered it up urgently, awaiting his reply. 

“Which pizza place are you going to?” 

“Pizza Hut.” 

“Enjoy your pizza.” 

“Enjoy your time being an intermediary.” 

“Why does that feel like you’re throwing intense shade on me?” 

“No!” 

“Come here, you little monkey!” I tried to run, but he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his chest, starting to tickle my sides. 

“Please- no - Anthony - stop- please!” I giggled, breaking down into hysterical laughter in between words. 

“Never!” 

“I swear, if you two aren’t dating already, I am opening a court case.” George interrupted, holding a mop. 

“Labels are definitive. Aka it’s not for us. Which means that we’re not dating.” We chorused in unison. It became habit for us, really. Barnes said it, Lucy said it, and now George did. 

“But you obviously like each other.” He folded his arms, blinking. “Leila, your talent is touch, just touch one of his belongings, see his memories.” My sense was touch, and it’s the most dangerous talent, and for some reason mine extends beyond normal capabilities. If I want to, I can see someone’s memories, even if they’re living, by touching one of their belongings. But no. I respect boundaries. 

“No. I wouldn’t do that to anyone, I’m not intrusive.” 

“George, we don’t like each other. I love her like she’s my best friend, almost a sister, but nothing more.” We both went our separate ways, but what Lockwood said kind of hurt me.

His best friend. Almost a sister.

I guess that’s what I was to him. 

“Anyway, I’m gonna have to cancel on the pizza. There’s some research I need to do. Is that ok, Leila?” 

I nodded, fighting back the visible despair. “Yeah, sure. I’ll go on a walk myself.” I pulled on my jacket, clipping my rapier to my belt and leaving the house to go on a quick walk. 

“Hey, Leilani Carson, isn’t it?” I turned to see Quill Kipps, standing there nervously. 

“Yeah. What d’you want, Kipps?” I asked more with more hostility than I’d usually use to ask someone a question. 

“I was in the area, and I saw you were lonely and could use some company. You know, just as someone to talk to.” I’d known Quill Kipps since a young age. And I knew as much as he could be rude and stuck up, he could be genuine. Perhaps he was just being genuine. 

“Sure, I’d like that.” We started walking side by side together, and the first thing I heard nearly made me have a heart attack. 

“I’m sorry for any anger I may have caused you ever since we met. It isn’t justified, especially if it’s how Tony and I had disagreements.” He looked solemn, and I knew that this was genuine, because it was clear. If Kipps could be anything, it’s a window. You can see through him clearly. 

“I mean, you’re not the first person to dislike Lockwood. You just prove it every time you see him.” I shrugged. “He’s temperamental, so I don’t blame you. One second he thinks the world of you and the next you’re just a sister to him or he hates you with a burning passion.” 

“Did he do that to you?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh… I’m really sorry. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” 

“Do I not?” 

“No. You’re a good person-”

“There are lurkers on either side of us.” I warned, taking out my rapier and spare flares. Kipps did the same, both of us going back to back. 

“Lucky we both came out here together, eh?” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We’d finished off the lurkers, plus a couple of shadow phantoms, and Kipps offered to drop me home. I reached the door after a lengthy conversation about what we liked and our hobbies, how we ended up where we are, so I realised that he really wasn’t that bad. Kipps wasn’t as bad a person as Lockwood painted him to be. 

“Thank you, Kipps, I really had a lot of fun today.” I smiled, standing on my tiptoes and pecking him on the cheek. Ascending up the steps, my hand was on the doorknob when Kipps called out again. 

“Leila!” I turned around, bemused, “Would you fancy going out for a coffee tomorrow morning?” 

I grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Kipps, I-“ 

“Am not interested.” Lockwood had opened the door, standing there with his jaw ticked and physicality set in an intimidating way. “I’m dreadfully sorry, Kipps, but you’re not bagging my colleague for your private collection of gems. Terrible day to you.” He pulled me inside and shut the door, turning to me, livid. “What were you doing with Quill bloody Kipps?” 

“Oh, I dunno, having fun? I was alone, he was alone, we were walking and talking together! We also had to fight off lurkers and shadow phantoms, so I’m glad he was with me!” I retorted, hanging up my jacket and putting my rapier back. “And what the hell was that for?! ‘Bagging my colleague’?! ‘Private collection of gems’?!” 

“Kipps isn’t someone you should trust. He could be using you.” 

“If Kipps is one thing you aren’t, Anthony bloody Lockwood, then it’s easy to read!” I yelled, storming into the living room with him after me. “He was genuinely interested in me, and I wanted to go out to have coffee with him!” 

“You don’t know him like I know him!” 

“I know him better than you know him!” I yelled, our voices rising. “Not everyone is who you think they are! Sometimes you don’t know them well enough to judge! You think Kipps is some stuck up idiot but he’s not, he’s just a person who you both severely dislike! You think I’m a sweet girl who’s your best friend, who will forever remain your colleague, but guess what?! I’m not sweet! I can be really salty if I want to and you do NOT want to see that side of me! And you, Anthony Lockwood, I don’t even know where to start! You think yourself a glorified hero but you’re just-“ I was cut off by Lockwood’s lips on mine, my breath cut off until he detached from me, tongue darting out to lick his lips quickly. 

“Hopelessly in love with you. That’s what I am. And I know that you may think of me as so many things, but-“ I grabbed his tie, pulling him in again, his hands reacting in less than a second and resting on my waist. My arms wrapped against his neck, both of our lips moving fast in response to our adrenaline. I felt my back collide with the wall, my hand reaching down to undo his tie and chuck it aside while he quickly undid his shirt buttons, taking it off and laying me on the sofa, starting to press light kisses to my neck. 

“Do you want to still go for coffee with Kipps?” He asked, grinning. 

“Hell no. This is much better.”

[greenand-blue]

(Figure since I’ve been posting nothing but aesthetics I may as well introduce her)

From Vanity Fair’s article titled Lucille Beauregard; How Old Money Built a New Empire

‘Lucille Anastasia Beauregard, or simply Lucy as she prefers to be called, is the sole heir to the Beauregard Cosmetics empire. Lucy took over the company at only 21 after the loss of her parents left the company in limbo. The niece of one Donita Donata, the two have been estranged since the fashion mogul’s sister shot her husband and then herself. Scources say that they have not spoken since the night of the incident. Donita allegedly would like to reconnect with Lucy, and reconciliation rumors have swirled. Regarding these rumors, Lucy told Vanity Fair, quote; “I would rather be mailed by bears for all eternity than reconcile with that narcissistic [censored].”’

From the same article: ‘Under Lucy’s guidance, Beauregard cosmetics has turned from an expensive, high end brand in line with Tom Ford and Gucci to an affordable, vegan brand that appeals to everyone, more akin to companies such as Colorpop and Trixie Cosmetics. Beauregard Cosmetics’s top selling product is the Defense Nail Polish, a polish infused with synthetic king cobra venom. The faux venom leaves the scratches of attackers swollen and red, making them easily identifiable. Lucy’s even partnered with the Wild Kratts team to ensure her practices are vegan and have as little impact on the environment as possible. Rumor have surfaced she’s gotten a little closer than business partners with the younger Kratt brother, if their joint appearance at the recent Met Gala is any indication, however none of the team nor Lucy and Chris have confirmed anything. The heir has multiple pets; a Bengal cat named Christina and two snakes, a king cobra named Zeus and a reticulated python named Deep Pressure Therapy.’

[notalotgoingonatthemomentsblog]

Ghostwriter Fanfic

word count: 3737

this is my first fic so be nice... literally just a fic about lucie getting injured... VERY FLUFFY !

Firsts

Lucie wished the foggy London night were more memorable, given that this was a rather special one. She wasn’t expecting anything too absurd, but a few falling stars or an aurora would have been appreciated. 

She supposed patrol was going well enough, so far. She was used to going with her parabatai, but given that her and James had just returned from Amsterdam the evening before, she thought it best that Cordelia rested after her long day of travel.

This was supposed to be her first official night patrol with Jesse since returned from their honeymoon. These milestones weren't very important to others, but they were important to her. She mentally tallied all of their firsts as husband and wife like it was a crucial quest: their first time having eggs at breakfast, their first stroll along the Thames, their first time bickering. 

That night, they had geared up, Lucie polishing and sharpening her throwing ax, before stepping out with Jesse who was also fully clad in black. He had reached out his hand for her, like the gentleman she knew he was. “After you, milady.” She had just poked him in the ribs and walked past him, into the dimly lit street. He chuckled as he caught up to her. 

It was a quiet night. They walked together shoulder to shoulder, content with each other’s presence, not having much to say besides the occasional remark. Eventually, Jesse had started asking her specific questions on the draft of the latest chapter in her manuscript that she had let him read the night before. They had ended up in a dark neighborhood of London– deep yet narrow alleyways periodically interrupted the shabby buildings. Deep in conversation, it was too late when Lucie noticed the dark figure creeping up behind Jesse. 

“Look out!” She called, reaching for her ax, and running in front of Jesse but it was too late– the monster had flung a barbed tail forwards across her chest. Hissing in pain, she sank to the floor, ax clattering to the ground, unused. 

“Lucie!” Jesse’s footsteps pounded against the cobblestones. She felt warmness pool her chest, dulling the anxiety of Jesse potentially getting injured because of her. She instead focused on the cracked stones in front of her eyes, and nearly shuddered when heard Jesse name his seraph blade and felt ichor splatter on her arms. 

A few seconds later, Jesse knelt next to her, propping her head on his leg. “Lucie, can you hear me?” She hummed in acknowledgement but she was so tired…

“Lucie!”

Her head jostled with Jesse’s throttle but she could only mutter under her breath, “Goodnight.”

Jesse should have known that this was not going to go well. 

All things considered, he was a new Shadowhunter. Yes, he had received his Voyance rune as a boy, but that was before he died. It was before he had learned what it really meant to train, and fight, and battle. He should have known better than to let his guard down– he wasn’t just responsible for his own life now. The matching marks over his and Lucie's hearts said otherwise. 

Before he picked Lucie up, he had drawn some quick iratzes on her arm, and a quick glance confirmed they had already started disappearing. That was not reassuring. He held Lucie’s unconscious body tightly to his chest as he ran to the nearest place he could think of.

Curzon Street.

It was late– he suspected a few hours past midnight– but he hoped they would hear his knocks. He reached their front door and began frantically pounding with his right hand, trying to survey Lucie’s wound, and feeling nauseous at the sight of so much of her blood. 

“James! Cordelia!” He banged harder. “Open right now or I will open it myself–”

 Mid-knock, the door opened before him, revealing a very tired looking James Herondale, black hair disheveled from sleep. “What–” At the sight of his sister hanging limply in Jesse’s arms, however, his eyes sharpened. Jesse walked past him without being invited in, finding a dark velvet couch in the drawing room to lay her on. 

“Daisy!” James called loudly, “Daisy, come down!” He knelt beside Jesse who was hunched over Lucie, adjusting her sleeping frame to properly examine her wound. “What happened, Jesse?” He sounded frantic. 

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” Jesse was desperate, ripping the fabric of her shirt to reveal a long, but luckily, thin looking scratch across her torso. 

“Lucie!” Cordelia ran over, her nightgown billowing behind her. She crouched next to James and Jesse, putting a hand on her cheek. Jesse didn’t know if it was his imagination but he could have sworn that Lucie leaned into her touch.

“Let's take her upstairs,” Cordelia said firmly. “We will clean the wound, and I will give her more runes. She will be alright.” 

“We should call the Silent Brothers,” James said.

“No.” Lucie mumbled, eyes still closed. Jesse could have cried at the sound, but they all leaned forwards, Jesse reached to brush her hair back. “I’m fine. I think there was something on the talon that got me.” She spoke softly, which was unusual for her. “I need to sleep it off.”

“Lucie…” Jesse muttered, stroking her hair with his shaking hand. She smiled softly, hinting at her dimpled left cheek. Cordelia stood up.

“You heard my parabatai. She doesn’t want to call the Silent Brothers, so we won’t call them.” Jesse and James eyed each other with apprehension, but Jesse figured they had to clean out the wound first, regardless. He stood, scooping Lucie back up into his arms. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder and warmth flooded his chest. He pulled her in closer.

Cordelia turned to James and said, “Stay here, James.” He looked ready to object, but she continued, “We have to dress Lucie’s wound and I doubt she wants you there, considering it's across her chest.”

“What am I supposed to do, then? Nothing?”

“Oh, no. You have a very important task, husband.” She leaned forward to kiss his cheek, and said, “Make me a cup of tea,” as she walked past him, and up the lavishly carpeted stairs.

James only looked at Jesse with a vague expression of bewilderment, and reluctantly walked towards the kitchen.

Jesse made his way up the stairs.

By the time Jesse arrived at Cordelia's room, she had already set up supplies for Lucie. A bowl of water, strips of cloth, scissors, and more towels were laid out on the bed. 

Jesse rested her on the end, and she made a sound of protest as she left the secureness of his arms. This time, he reached out to grab her hand, his thumb rubbing the Blackthorn ring that now lived on her finger.

“Jesse,” Cordelia said softly, reminding him of the task at hand. He cleared his throat and retreated, letting Cordelia survey the wound. She lifted the fabric of Lucie’s shirt, soaked with blood and poison. There was already a tear down the front where the barb cut through, but until she tugged on it, it had stayed together. Now, it seemed that the shirt had been hanging on by a few threads, falling apart under her hands.

“Luce,” Cordelia spoke to Lucie softly, gently tugging at her shirt. “Is it okay if we take this off? To bandage you up?”

“Mm, nothing my husband hasn’t seen and nothing you don’t have yourself, tenfold,” she muttered, her eyes still shut and her voice dripping in grogginess. Cordelia let out a scoff and looked up at Jesse with a smile.

“She’s ridiculous. Do you hear her? She’s going to be fine.” He nearly crumbled at the words. 

Jesse helped Cordelia peel the drenched shirt off of her body, wincing as the wound dripped more blood, having nothing to stop the bleeding. He could tell now, though, that it was a lot more shallow than he had initially thought, it was just fairly large, stretching from one shoulder, to the middle of her ribcage on the other side.

Jesse placed a towel on her chest as they wiped off the cut. Cordelia would periodically stop to place an iratze or blood replacing rune, but they worked in silence. The silence was occasionally interrupted with a hiss of pain, or a squeeze of Jesse’s arm, but this only comforted Jesse as it meant that Lucie was lucid enough to feel what was going on. When they were done, Cordelia asked him to lift her torso to more easily bandage her up. Halfway through this process, James knocked at the door, and Cordelia instructed him to leave the tea tray outside the door, and leave. Between the two of them, they were able to easily wrap her up securely, and Jesse felt a lot better now that he saw the clean bandages covering what used to be a bloody mess.

By the time they finished, Lucie's eyes were cracked open, bright blue peeking through her eyelashes. Jesse knelt next to the bed, his face close to hers. 

“Do you feel better?”

“Loads.”

He squinted at her in suspicion. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I would never, I promise. Just like I promised to marry you, see?” She extended her left arm, uncoordinated and drunk-like. Her smile was lazy, but sickeningly sweet. She attempted to lift her ring finger to show off her ring, which she still did roughly four times a day, despite having worn it for a few months now. Jesse always found it endearing— like she was still trying to remind herself they had somehow found a happy ending.

He took her hand and kissed it, then leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth. “I love you,” he said. He tried telling her often, but he still felt like he didn’t say it enough to convey how much he felt it. 

Lucie let out a drunk giggle, and reached out to pinch both of his cheeks. Then, she threaded her fingers through his hair and slurred, “I love you, my Jess.” His cheeks warmed. Despite their marriage and getting to know each other in the most intimate ways— her loving words still affected him. The use of his nickname, Jess, she also only used when she was feeling particularly soppy. 

They shared a gaze for a moment longer before Jesse asked, “Why don’t you want us to call the Silent Brothers?”

She turned her head so she faced the ceiling and took a deep breath, “Because that means something is wrong and I’m fine.” Jesse reached to tilt her face back to him. 

“Lucie, look at my shirt.” Although it was already black, it was stained darker with her drying blood. He figured it must have been smeared on his neck and arms, too. She sighed.

“But, I’m alright now.” She squeezed his hand, weakly, as if to emphasize. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. It was hot. 

He stood, announcing to Lucie and Cordelia, who had finished putting away the bandages and now sat on the other side of the bed, “I’m going to find James and tell him that we are done. Maybe he can let me borrow a shirt.” 

Cordelia nodded, and said, “He should be in the drawing room. I’ll stay here.” She put her hand on Lucie’s shoulder. He nodded and walked out the room. 

Downstairs, it was dark besides a witch light emitting a bluish cast on the drawing room. Shadows of furniture were painted across overflowing bookshelves, but instead of being ominous it inexplicably felt comforting. Jesse found James sitting in the corner, book in hand, but he seemed to be fixated on the view out the window. The sun would be rising soon.

“How is she?” James asked, not looking away.

“She says she's fine.”

“You don’t believe her?”

Jesse took a seat across from James, leaning forward, his elbows on his legs. “I believe she wants to be fine.” James’s golden eyes narrowed. “I was going to ask you if you could call the Silent Brothers.”

He let out a long sigh, “Thank the Angel.”

“What?”

“Oh, I sent my Uncle Jem a fire message a few minutes ago. But I didn’t know if I made the right call.” Jesse smiled thinly and nodded. He should have known that as much as he was worrying, James was likely also pacing his house. Jesse would have done the same thing for Grace.

“Thank you,” He managed, suddenly feeling exhausted.

James only nodded and said, “I’ll wait here. You can go back up and get cleaned up… I won’t tell her that you asked me to call them. I’m okay with being the villain. I may always be Evil Prince James to her.”

Jesse smiled. “If you insist.” 

He began walking away but he was stopped by James who called after him, “It’s not your fault, whatever happened. You know that right?” Jesse didn’t know what he thought, so he clenched his fists, and continued going upstairs, not turning back.

It had only been a minute since Jesse had left the room, and Cordelia didn’t know what more to do with herself besides brushing through her parabatai’s hair with her fingers. Occasionally, her fingertips would brush her forehead, and she tried not to be alarmed at the heat that radiated off. She quietly hoped this was just her body fighting off whatever demon poison was making her so lethargic, and not something more grave. 

She assumed Lucie wasn’t completely asleep though, especially since she seemed to be able to respond when spoken to, but it was clear she drifted in and out of consciousness. However, she was surprised when Lucie spoke to her first.

“Were you impressed by my assets?” Lucie mumbled, her eyes half lidded. Cordelia snorted.

“I can’t say I was particularly focused on them, given all the blood.”

“It's, okay Daisy, you can say you were underwhelmed, I’m rather secure with myself now.” Her lips stretched into a weak smile. She readjusted herself, wincing slightly as she made room for Cordelia. “Come. You need to sleep, too.” 

Cordelia hesitantly joined her, putting her arm around Lucie’s front protectively, careful not to put too much weight on it. She brought her in close, resting her chin on the top of her head. Quietly, tears pricked at her eyes and she was thankful Lucie couldn’t see them. She didn’t need another thing to worry about.

She wondered if she made a mistake with not calling the Silent Brothers. She wanted to honor her parabatai’s wishes, but still something nagged at her. If Lucie needed more help and she didn’t get it for her it would be Cordelia’s fault. But she felt Lucie's breath, strong and steady, and maybe it was the exhaustion of the night, but she was lulled into sleep.

Jesse, feeling more calm in a fresh shirt he stole from James’s closet, made his way back to the room he had left Cordelia and Lucie in. The door was silent, as he pushed it open, and his heart warmed at the sight of Cordelia and Lucie curled up together, fast asleep. The sight was so adorable, it reminded him of two children who had drifted off after a long day of playing pretend.

He supposed that deep down, they would always be the little girls that had met in France and found their matching halves. The thought was enough to make him feel a bit better, too. 

Light had finally started peeking through the windows, and he was thankful for it. This night had stretched too far. 

As soon as he sat on the bed, beside where Lucie’s head lay, he heard footsteps approaching. James and Brother Zachariah entered the room, trailed by Will and Tessa, looking rather distressed. At the sight of their daughter safely dozing with her parabatai, they seemed to ease a bit, but they looked at Zachariah, clad in the same robes as always. 

When did this happen? He asked Jesse, voice echoing in his mind. 

“It must’ve been a few hours ago at this point.” Zachariah nodded but Will seemed miffed.

“And why are we hearing of this now and not a few hours ago?” Will said in a hushed tone, that made Jesse’s heart contract with guilt. Something about Will’s frustration potentially being directed at him made him feel worse than he could’ve imagined. His father in law was typically in good spirits, which made him great company, but it made his moodiness even more stark. Tessa put a hand on Will's chest and they had a silent exchange. He took a deep breath, stepping back and gesturing for Zachariah to examine Lucie. 

Cordelia began to stir, opening her eyes and looking somewhat alarmed that there were now five more people than there had been when she fell asleep. She stood, taking her spot beside James as he draped his arm around her shoulders, and pressed a kiss into her hair. 

Zachariah simply walked up to Lucie’s sleeping body, and placed his hand on her forehead. They all watched in silence until he spoke to them all: She needs sleep. That is all. The Demon Venom is being fought by her body– she could possibly be tired for a few days but it won’t bring her more harm. 

The whole room practically sagged with relief, and Lucie finally woke up enough to see everyone that had joined her in the room. 

She squinted up at Brother Zachariah then at her parents, closed her eyes again, then said, “Which one of you betrayed my trust.” James made eye contact with Jesse, then darted away quickly, obviously opting to stay silent. 

Cordelia laughed to herself, obviously comforted to hear her parabatai’s sense of humor coming through despite the circumstances. Jesse, however, suspected this might have been the wrong thing to say, considering Will crouched next to her and said, “I might ask you, my sweet daughter, why you betrayed my trust and ignored the most crucial Herondale rule.”

She opened one eye, and asked, “Which is?”

“Absolutely never,” Will emphasized, “turn down a chance to call on your Uncle Jem.” 

“I thought it was no necromancy.”

“Not funny.”

She smiled, then turned her face into her pillow. “I’m sorry Uncle Jem, it’s not that I don’t want to see you.” Her voice was muffled, and Jesse thought it was rather charming how sleepy she was acting. “I just didn’t want to make a big deal.”

This time Tessa sat at her other side and brushed hair behind her neck with her hands. “Darling, don’t be silly. We want you to be taken care of.” 

They fussed over Lucie a bit more, and Jesse layed back down next to his wife, watching Will, Jem and Tessa have a conversation in hushed tones. At some point, James and Cordelia left, presumably to get rest themselves. Jesse felt exhaustion start to take over so he shut his eyes, pulling Lucie in close. He basked in every breath, every flutter of her eyelashes that tickled his neck, every twitch of her leg, and fell asleep, not caring his father and mother in law were still in the room. 

When Lucie woke up, she was disoriented by the light and the room she was in. It took her a few seconds for her to recall the fuzzy memories of getting injured, brought to Curzon street, and bandaged up. She felt a rigidness in her chest that suggested tightly wrapped bandages, although she barely remembered them being placed. She vaguely remembered her parents showing up too, and she fought off a groan.

She made to sit up, but realized Jesse’s arm was holding her down. At her movement, he awoke, groggy green eyes surveying her own. Before she could say anything, he closed the space between them and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips. “You scared me.” He said quietly. “Don’t do that again.” 

“Good morning to you, too.” She rolled her eyes and tried to sit up again, but winced as she felt a sharp stab of pain from her cut. Jesse helped prop her up in bed, clearly relieved she was feeling better than the night before. His clear green eyes looked clouded with trouble but before she could say anything, he spoke first.

“I'm sorry–”

“Jesse, stop.”

“No, I was there I should have–”

“Jesse,” She leaned forward, taking his face in her hands and pressing their foreheads together. She ignored the pain sparking in her chest as she said, “This is who we are. I am going to get hurt sometimes, so are you, and we can’t control that. But we can control what we do when it happens, alright? You were perfect. You are perfect.” His eyes still swam with unshed tears and guilt but he swallowed and nodded, closing his eyes. They breathed the same air for a moment, and she relished in his closeness, tracing the planes of his face, and along his cheekbones. Finally, the pain in her wound became so strong that she drew back, cringing.

Jesse stood up immediately, “Sorry, I should have gotten Cordelia as soon as you woke– I will be right back.” 

The two of them returned a few minutes later, and Cordelia looked very relieved to see Lucie alert and seated. She smiled at Cordelia, extending her hand for her to hold and said, “Daisy, how was Amsterdam? I’ve missed you!” 

Cordelia’s smile was genuine and sweet as she said, “Wonderful, but I’ll tell you about it later. How are you feeling?” She took out her stele, and began drawing more healing runes on Lucie’s arm, as they conversed. 

“Oh, I feel perfect besides having a corset of bandages suffocating me.” “You’re welcome,” Cordelia flicked Lucie’s cheek, “These bandages might have saved your life.” 

“What dramatics! It’s a scrape!”

“You’re funny.” 

Lucie squeezed her parabatai’s hand and whispered, “Thank you, Daisy.”

Cordelia only smiled, and looked up at Jesse who had been quietly observing. “Your wife is rather ridiculous, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I know,” he said, ignoring Lucie who scrunched her nose in displeasure.

“Agh, you two are supposed to support me! Instead I get this slander,” she hung her head to the side in mock defeat. They laughed. The midday sun finally peeked through the curtains.

They would be alright.

The end!! Let me know if you liked it :)

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Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest Anime Adaptation Release: What to Expect

The highly anticipated Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation release is finally on the horizon, exciting fans of the original series. The sequel to the much-loved Fairy Tail anime, this new adaptation continues the adventures of Natsu Dragneel and his friends as they embark on an epic journey. With its roots in a popular manga series, the Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation promises to deliver the same thrilling action, emotional depth, and humor that made the original Fairy Tail a global phenomenon.

What is Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest?

Before diving into what we can expect from the Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation release, it’s important to understand what this series is all about. Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest is a direct sequel to the original Fairy Tail manga and anime series. Written by Hiro Mashima and illustrated by Atsuo Ueda, the story picks up where the original left off. The title refers to the 100 Years Quest, a legendary mission that no guild has successfully completed in over a century.

In this new chapter, Natsu, Lucy, Gray, Erza, Wendy, and their Exceed companions, Happy and Carla, take on the daunting task of the 100 Years Quest. The stakes are higher than ever, with new enemies, allies, and challenges that will push the Fairy Tail guild to its limits. For fans of the original series, the Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation release will be a welcome continuation of the story they love.

When is the Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest Anime Adaptation Release Date?

One of the most pressing questions for fans is, "When is the Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation release?" While an exact release date has yet to be confirmed, production is well underway. Speculations suggest that the anime could be released in late 2024 or early 2025. The announcement of the adaptation has already generated considerable buzz, and with the ongoing success of the Fairy Tail franchise, expectations are sky-high.

Who is Behind the Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest Anime Adaptation?

The Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation release will be overseen by a team of talented creators. While the core creative team from the original series may return, new members have also joined to bring a fresh perspective to the sequel. Studio Bridge, which handled the final season of the original Fairy Tail anime, is rumored to be involved in this project as well. Fans can expect the same high-quality animation and attention to detail that characterized the original series.

What Can Fans Expect from the Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest Anime?

The Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation release is set to bring several exciting elements to the screen. Here are a few things fans can look forward to:

New Adventures: The 100 Years Quest is an entirely new journey, filled with challenges that the Fairy Tail guild has never faced before. Expect epic battles, complex villains, and intriguing plot twists.

Character Development: The characters we know and love will continue to grow. Natsu's fiery determination, Lucy's unwavering courage, Gray's stoic strength, and Erza's fierce loyalty will all be put to the test. New characters introduced in the manga will also make their anime debut, adding fresh dynamics to the story.

Emotional Depth: Fairy Tail has always balanced action with emotional storytelling. The Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation is expected to delve into the deeper aspects of the characters' relationships, fears, and motivations, offering viewers a richer experience.

Stunning Animation: With advancements in animation technology since the original Fairy Tail series, the Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation release is likely to feature more polished and visually stunning scenes. Fans can look forward to seeing their favorite characters and magical battles brought to life with even greater detail.

The Impact of the Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest Anime on the Franchise

The Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation release is not just another sequel; it's a significant milestone in the Fairy Tail franchise. The original anime concluded in 2019, leaving a lasting legacy that has kept fans engaged through manga, movies, and spin-offs. The release of Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest will likely reinvigorate the fandom, attract new viewers, and strengthen the franchise's global presence.

Merchandise, collaborations, and possibly even video games could follow the Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation release, further expanding the series' influence. For long-time fans, this is an opportunity to reconnect with a beloved world. For newcomers, it's a chance to dive into a rich, magical universe that has captivated millions.

Conclusion

The Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest anime adaptation release marks the beginning of a new era for the Fairy Tail franchise. With its compelling storyline, beloved characters, and the promise of high-quality animation, this adaptation is set to be a major event in the anime world. Whether you're a long-time fan or new to the series, the upcoming release is sure to offer something special. At Butiq Media, we're excited to bring you all the latest updates as we get closer to the debut. The world of Fairy Tail is about to get even more exciting, and fans won't want to miss a moment of it.

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Not another love

Fandom: [1] (F) Harry Potter Teaser: Sierra Malfoy is a divorced single mum who shops for her 11 years old child (her oldest out of two) and meets in Ollivander’s shop her old school crush Harry Potter. After a moment of surprise they started talking… Prompts:  (A)121 I can’t trust myself with love I don’t want to hurt you as well AU: - Tropes: (32) Single parent OC:  Reader named Sierra Malfoy

Warnings:  Divorce | Betrayal | Cheating

Language:  English/German Request: Yes/No by animeangsteng

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A/N:  I am sorry that I quit before I could write your request. But now I am back and I hope this will meet your standards

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It had been an eternity since the smell of wood and polish had touched her nose. It has been way too long... "Mrs Pucey, it's nice to see you again after all these years!" Ollivander greeted his customer and former apprentice. Suddenly the thought of how sad and unfortunate it was that she had broken off her apprenticeship passed through his head. She was a such talented witch when it came to dealing with wands finding their wizard!

"It's also nice to see you again, Mr Ollivander.", Sierra replied. She gave the wand maker a smile and tore him out of his thoughts with her voice. He immediately noticed that her smile was covered by a sad shadow.

"But the name is no longer Pucey! It's been Ms Malfoy again for a few months now.", Sierra explained. This explained the sad smile on her lips. Ollivander gave the young woman an encouraging look. "I'm sorry.", Ollivander replied honestly. Then the older man was seized by curiosity, "If I may allow myself the question, how did it come to this? On your last visit, everything was fine and you were still in love." A sigh came over Sierra's lips. Her last visit at Ollivander’s was a while ago. At least three years! Since then, a lot has changed in her family environment. That was already a year ago...

"That's what I thought.", Sierra finally confessed. "But apparently a woman who has given birth to two children is neither attractive nor worth anything. Otherwise you wouldn't cheat on them several times and that over the past two years!" A crooked and sad smile sat on her lips. Ollivander opened his mouth to comfort his former apprentice, but the doorbell rang.  Sierra's 11-year-old daughter hesitantly pushed her way through the store. The mother stretched out her hand to her child, which the young witch immediately took. Then she turned to the wand maker one last time. "You can't do anything about it.", Sierra added. "But it's been a few months now and I'm fine. I have made my peace with it." Sierra squeezed her daughter Lucy's hand before gently grabbing her shoulders and pushing her gently into Ollivander's direction. "Just go with him! Mr Ollivander will introduce you to some wands. You know how this works." Lucy nodded. "The magic wand chooses the wizard.", she quietly quoted her mother and also the well-known wand maker because it is what he always say. Sierra nodded. "Exactly.", Sierra confirmed her daughter. After these words, Lucy disappeared between the high shelves. Ollivander did not   follow the girl directly. Before Ollivander went after the witch, he turned to Sierra once again. "If anyone is worthless, it's Adrian and his disgusting behavior and not a strong woman like you, Ms Malfoy!", he wanted to get of his chest. Now a honest smile lit up Sierra's face. "Thank you, Mr Ollivander." It came from the bottom of her heart, but there was still something on her tongue. "But not feeling useless and worthless after such an experience is almost impossible. He also called me worthless countless times!"

Sierra happily winked at her old schoolmate. "What an honor!", the young mother laughed. "Harry Potter. The ex-chosen one and the best Auror of the ministry. And not to forget the husband of the most famous Quidditch player in England." Embarrassed, Harry rubbed his neck and smiled crookedly. "Former auror and ex-husband.", he confessed. Suddenly, Sierra's grin became very soft. "I'm sorry." But Harry waved it off. Apparently, he didn't take it so hard. "You don't have to be!", he clarified. "Ginny has now known for a year and a half that she likes women and she has also found a girlfriend in Luna. I am happy for them! For both of them. I want her to be happy." Sierra nodded. "Of course! It's glad that Ginny knows that now. But you also seem to be doing well," she noted. "Yes," Harry affirmed. "I loved her very much, but if she's not happy in a marriage with a man, I won't hold her back. And in addition, I have also noticed that I only love her as my best friend and that’s what we are. Everyone is happy and that's the main thing." With these words the topic didn’t need to be discussed more for both divorced wizards. "That's really good to hear! But what are you doing here, if I may ask?", asked Sierra. As casually as possible, she stuck a few strands of hair behind her ear. This was an attempt to distract from her suddenly heated cheeks. Harry always had the same effect on her as when she was at school. It was incredible! "On my very last mission, my magic wand broke! But as the new teacher in Hogwarts, it's beneficial to have a functioning wand.", Harry said, laughing. Sierra giggled along. It was as if she was 16 again! "Teacher at Hogwarts?", she tried to focus on Harry's words. The experienced wizard nodded proudly. It couldn't fill him with more pride than to be able to teach in the first place he had called his home! "In front of you stands the new teacher for defense against the Dark Arts! It is rumored that he will be teaching at Hogwarts for more than a year because he survived death twice.", Harry joked. Laughing, Sierra shook her head and wiped her forehead. "There is clearly no better teacher for these lessons than you! And now I know that my child will have the perfect teacher for such an important subject. I still vividly remember the hours of Dumbledore's army!" A wheez escaped Harry at this statement. Then he shook his head as if he couldn't believe it. But no one knew what he couldn't believe until Harry said it out loud! "After all these years, I still can't believe that a Malfoy has joined us!" For this, Harry received a clearly annoyed look from Sierra. Her father's reputation and her brother's former reputation haunted the woman through every situation in her life. As if she had to be the same just because of that cursed last name... Cursed in the truest sense of the word! "I'm sorry to get you off your dream cloud, but I'm not my dad or the teen Draco!", Sierra snapped and crossed her arms. "And if I may remind you of my mother, who also owns the surname Malfoy." From both wizards, the thoughts wandered to the story between Narcissa and Harry, when she had protected him from Voldemort. Sierra had stood right next to her mother and heard every single word! Now Harry's features were flooded with regret. "I know and I'm sorry! That was another stupid thought that didn't let go of me in my youth and apparently hasn't let go of it completely even now.", added the well-known Potter.  After a moment of silence, Harry spoke again. "I'm looking already forward to seeing you again, Sierra." A tender smile pulled the corners of his mouth upwards. Sierra's anger smoked away and she returned his smile.  "I feel the same way!"

Suddenly, Harry chuckled quietly. Sierra tilted her head because she didn't understand why he had started laughing. But she didn't have to ask, as Harry clarified it on his own. "I just had to think about our school days.", he said, looking dreamily into the air. "We really had a lot of beautiful moments together. Also some who were very tense!" You could see that he actually wanted to say something. Instead, he bit his lip and slid his fingers embarrassed as he felt through his raven-black hair. Harry let his gaze wander through the store before he managed to. "Because of this tension, Fred and George always said that you were in love with me.", Harry concluded what he had started. Sierra giggled. "Funny that you mention it! I actually had quite a crush on you in our fifth year." “Mommy! Let's go now. I already have my wand!", Lucy squealed and pukked her mother's sleeve. Sierra looked at her daughter with a mild smile, while Lucy continued to talk to her. But first, the witch turned again to her friend. "Goodbye, Harry! Hopefully we'll see each other again." Harry couldn't respond because Lucy mercilessly pulled her mother out of the business. Now Harry could only wave at Sierra.

A few days later, an owl fluttered through one of the high windows of the Malfoy residence. Sierra lived there with her two daughters since the divorce. Draco and her mom lived in other houses and their dad was still in Azkaban. So the three witches had the whole property to themselves! Frowning, Sierra rose and took the letter from the bird's beak. From whom should the letter be? She had only written a letter to her mother and brother yesterday. She removed the wax seal, which did not belong to anyone in her family, and took the parchment from its envelope.

Dear Sierra,

I can't believe I'm saying something like that because I've always hated divination. But I think it was a sign that we met each other today. I decided for myself this morning that I am ready again for a new love or at least to meet new people in this regard! An hour later you are standing right in front of me. The girl - today, of course, the woman - with I was head over heels in love in the fourth and fifth year! When I saw you, all the old feelings came right back and I thought maybe it was finally my chance. Or our chance! However, you want to see it. But now I've talked enough about it! I am writing you this letter because I wanted to ask you if you are interested in going out with me. Maybe it's stupid to calculate my chances just because you said that you felt something for me at the time!

It was really nice to meet you again after all these years!

Love Harry

Her heart tensed as Sierra laid down the letter. It was filled with such pretty, but he was not the first man in her life to wrap her around her finger with wonderful words. Sierra was not willing to give away her heart again! Above all, she could not expect her children to let someone into their hearts who might disappear. She didn't want to take the risk! Not when it was about her children. With a heavy heart, Sierra picked up parchment and feather to write Harry an answer.

Dear Harry,

This letter is probably not the answer you expected, but it wouldn't be fair to write anything else. I'm sorry, but I have to disappoint you! Unfortunately, I cannot accept this kind of invitation. But if you would like that, we could meet for a coffee. On friendship basis, of course, I would be happy to see you again! It has been far too long.

Best regards

Sierra Malfoy

After she had written the short letter and the ink had dried on the parchment, she gave the sealed envelope to the recovered owl. For Sierra, this wasn’t a matter of fact anymore. At least for her mind. Her heart and soul cried in silence.

The lightning lit up the entire sky for a second, which was shrouded in thunder clouds. When the thunder sounded just a blink later, Sierra was glad that her 5-year-old Amy was already sleeping soundly and was keeping her midday rest. Amy was terrified of thunderstorms and after that hectic morning, Sierra needed a moment to take a deep breath. As soon as she had dropped on the armchair, a heavy knock echoed through the villa. A soft sigh slipped over Sierra's lips as she walked to the door. All the exhaustion was suddenly forgotten when the tired mother opened the door and froze. Harry Potter was on her doorstep! "Harry?!", she gasped. "What are you doing here?" "I don't get it! I just don't understand your answer.", it burst out of the completely soaked Harry, who immediately stormed into the house. Confused, Sierra followed her old schoolmate into the dining room, which he headed for. "I'm confused. What exactly don't you understand?", Sierra replied. Harry abruptly turned to the young woman. "I don't understand why you wrote this to me. Why can't you go out with me? It sounds like you want to in your letter, but something is holding you back. If it is not like this, please look me in the eye and tell me that and I will leave. But if it's not like that, please tell me the truth!" demanded Harry to know. Passion blazed in his eyes and it also flared up in Sierra. "It just doesn’t work. Okay?!" Harry shook his head. "Nothing is okay! You're dodging me." he accused his former classmate. Then she snorted. "Yeah and?" His manner made them defiant. What he could do, she could do anyway! "I know you're hiding something from me! I just don't understand why." This caused all the dams in Sierra to break. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I WON'T GO OUT WITH YOU?! MY HUSBAND CHEATED ON ME FOR YEARS! I MARRIED HIM AT THE DEMAND OF MY FAMILY, FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM, HAD CHILDREN; WHICH I LOVE ABOVE ALL AND ALL THIS TO BE LIED TO AND CHEATED ON." Tears poured down her face and she fell to her knees. Sierra lacked the strength to keep on his feet. It was just too much!  "I can't trust myself with love. Not again! And I can't let my kids be hurt by me possibly being left by someone I might love again."

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[sio-writes]

Witch's Gambit - Chapter 1

Hello everyone! I'd like to introduce you to my NaNoWriMo project, Witch's Gambit! It tells the story of Lucy Breban, a witch living in the magical city of Grayslate. After her good friend Elliot is murdered in cold blood, Lucy must employ the help of her reclusive, skeletal neighbor Weston when the answers the police provide aren't enough. As they get closer to the truth (as well as each other), the two begin to unravel an underground secret that could rock the very foundations of the place they call home.

I'm super excited to bring this to you guys! I actually have a buffer of about 10 chapters as opposed to...well none, lol, so hopefully that gives me enough time to make some proper edits and polish it even more for you all.

Tags for this chapter are: Heavy violence, and minor character death.

Elliot Forsythe died sometime between seven-thirty and midnight last night, decapitated and drained of his vampiric blood. He's tall and lanky, he had cropped black hair, and skin pale as marble. He was the first friend I made upon moving to Grayslate, my neighbor for close to five years. The winter cloak I'd been meaning to return to him still sits in my hallway closet. 

Reading his memories feels like a violation, but I try to tell myself that he'd want me to do this, he'd want me to confirm it. I'd been asked, begged really, by Alma to be here. My messaging stone had gone warm with all her calls, and when I'd finally answered she'd been frantic and out of sorts. The news hadn't had time to truly set in before I was being questioned by two white men in their late forties, then sat in front of my friend's body, tracing sigils on the floor around him in chalk.

I'm thrust into memories that aren't mine, taking his place as if I were there. His childhood in the countryside with two doting if slightly overprotective parents. The fling with a naga I recognize as owning the bakery down the street makes my heart flutter as his did. Adopting his golden retriever that he named Paul brings such a rush of joy I temporarily forget I'm reading the memories of a dead man. I can smell the apple crumble his mother would bake every year for his birthday, even bringing it out on a visit when he moved to the city. The breeze in my hair is refreshing as he rides his bike to the store. 

I've been on that bike, held my legs stiff on the back wheel as he pedaled, cutting a corner too quick and nearly throwing us into traffic. We went to dingy concerts together, celebrated holidays, drank tea on Sundays when all the attractive folk were exiting the yoga studio. 

And now I'm kneeling on the floor, touching his corpse, watching memories that aren't mine. 

Soul imprints start at the beginning, so I have to sift through half-remembered interactions with faces that shift like they're underwater. I see what he sees, and his emotions are my own. I'm seeing the world through his eyes, his recollection, his senses. Everything is laid bare like cards on a table. There's sections that're gone, repressed or more likely just forgotten because they were unimportant. But I don't mind pushing past years of his life. I want to be here as little as possible. To tell the detectives what they need to know and go back home to cry at the third crystal clear memory of him hugging Paul the dog.

"How long is this going to take?" I hear one of the detectives ask. His voice is the deep baritone of the taller gentleman I spoke with upon walking in, the one I'd never seen before today. 

"Give her a second," the other one says, Martinez. He's marginally more patient because he's been running homicide longer, but not by much. Every time I'm asked to come and consult in the morgue he offers me a coffee afterwards, giving me a look that says he wants to be there about as much as I do.

"Body's getting cold," the other one, not-Martinez, says under his breath. "She's gonna waste all the evidence."

"You know she can hear you, right?"

It's barely been five minutes and for the third time I have to resist rolling my eyes or break the imprint and start over.

I hit a patch in the imprint, something Elliot wouldn't want me to see. He didn't consciously block it out, but for being his last memories everything is faded like he wanted to forget.

I'm sprinting up the stairs leading to the office. That barricade at the door won't hold them long, and I need to get--

BAM!

The door flies open behind me but I'm too afraid to turn around. I need to get to the study, it's only a few steps more.

"Oh Elliot," a female voice mocks behind me. "Where ya goin, Ellie?"

Quickly, I need to act quickly. Barricading the door could work, so I start at that, slamming the door to the study shut, my eyes landing on the biggest, nearest object and dragging it over.

"He uh, he was in this room," I say, trying to breathe only through my mouth so I don't inhale Elliot's stench. The burning basil and essential oils only do so much. 

"Yes, we know that," the new detective says, and I can practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"He's breathing pretty heavy." I frown, concentrating. Everything becomes blurry, he's blinking a lot, and the whole world shakes. 

"I think he's crying," I say as the vision whips wildly back and forth--Elliot is looking for something. My heart flutters in my chest. "He's-- he's really scared." 

Elliot's emotions and thoughts slam into me like a train. If he had been more careful, kept his head down, they wouldn't have found him. He wouldn't be running from one of Donahue's pawns in his own damn home. He couldn't escape, there was no point in trying to run. Maybe if he let out Paul it could distract them enough that--no, what the fuck was wrong with him? Paul did nothing wrong, it was him. All of this was his fault. 

I nearly fall backwards as something grabs me by the collar and hauls me backwards. Elliot screams, desperately grasping for the hands on his back, before the vision rolls, blurring as he skids across the floor. 

"No, please," he breathes out, bringing his arms up as the assailant brings a fist up and knocks it across his face. I can make out the barest of features. This is what the detectives want.

"A half-orc woman. Green skin, dark brown hair."

She punches him again, the sickening crunch of his nose rattling my skull.

"Shouldn't'a left us, Ellie!" Another jab to the face. The image is still blurred, by tears and blood, but he manages to spit a tooth in her face. Good on you, Elliot.

I can only watch as Elliot tries to crawl away and is dragged back by the ankle and tossed into his desk like a dishrag. The vision goes black on impact, immediately followed by the crack of splintering wood. I wince in sympathy. That toss definitely broke some ribs. 

Elliot opens his eyes, blurry and blinking against the pain. It's like a slideshow of images, in each photo that half-orc woman moves closer. She kneels in front of Elliot, a hand reaching out to yank him by the hair and drag him across the floor. I hear her voice,  muffled like he has earmuffs on, and I hear her cackle. Elliot begs for his life, barely intelligible strings of words born of fear and desperation.

"No please, I'll double," "Make your dreams true," "Please, please, please don't hurt my dog."

Does he remember any magic from school? A basic defense spell, a ward against evil, anything? He raises his hand to cast a defensive spell, and his hand is slammed down against the ground for his effort. 

"You thought you could hide?" The boot on his hand grinds it into the ground. "You thought you could escape?"

I feel Elliot's panic rising, acid in the back of my throat. I want to scream, but the boot on my throat cuts off my air. 

"No--" He chokes out, begging over and over. 

They quickly draw a sigil with their index finger, a sigil I've never seen before. My stomach drops and I feel like I'm falling, the sheer depth of what's about to happen hitting me all at once. I'm going to die. She's going to kill me. I open my mouth to scream, but the woman sends the glyph with the flick of a finger and everything goes black. 

I come back to the world with a harsh inhale, grasping at my throat for the--no, that isn't me.

My head is spinning with memories I never experienced, sensations I've never felt. Coming out of soul imprints are always rough, but I've never had whiplash like this. It's hard to separate the vision from reality as the brain tries to consolidate the two. 

I squeeze my eyes shut against the headache forming under my temples, and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. 

"Where's Paul?" 

The detectives look at each other, then to me. Martinez speaks up, "The dog has been taken to the pound."

The pound?! He'll never survive in--

No, wait. That's Elliot, still in my head. 

Okay, deep breath. In, then out. One more. Okay. The moment of silence stretches as I center myself again. I can feel both detectives staring at me, judging me. 

When I open my eyes, I'm blinded by the light streaming in through the far window. The early morning sun cuts the room into even thirds, and floods me in a sea of gold.  As my eyes adjust gradually to the light, I can make out the desk, nearly split in half. 

I relay Elliot's final moments to them, the more I talk the grimmer their faces become. Martinez takes notes as I speak, his heavy brow folding further and further inward as I go. 

Of the few cases I've consulted on, none have been a murder case. Memories are fickle things, easily manipulated or just flat out erased. It's why this ritual isn't taken seriously anymore, why it's not admissible in court. The brain is suggestible, temperamental. This assailant could wind up having the face of a dead relative, or transform into Paul the dog, it depends on the victim. But the face I see is the same one I saw in the back of the police car on the way here. The last moments of a soul can vary in presentation, depending on the manner of death, the memory of the passed, and a whole bunch of other things I don't have control over. 

As Martinez flips his notebook shut, the two of them share a look and then walk out of the room to talk, leaving me alone.

I stand, averting my gaze from the corpse of my friend, trying to look anywhere else. Elliot knew her, knew this woman, but he never mentioned any half-orc. Was she a vengeful ex, or maybe an old friend? The imprint didn't tell me much, but Elliot wasn't confused by her presence, he knew her from somewhere--but where?

A glint of light catches my eye, right under the desk. Like a bit of exposed metal or a screw. The curious part of my soul wants to pick it up, to have something of Elliot's that I can cherish. The coat is going in the donation pile-- knowing I never returned it will be a boon on my soul.

It's almost completely jammed inside the wood, my nails just long enough to pry it out without breaking any. Upon inspection, the piece isn't a piece at all--it's a button, about the size of a dollar coin. On the face is a sigil, but one that looks corrupted. It's similar to the symbols on Elliot's body, chaotic, with no flow to it. I've never seen it before. There's a splash of blood on one face, dark red and dried. Could it be important? It's small enough to miss on an initial sweep of the premise, and logic dictates that I should give it to the police. 

I go to the door, hoping to provide some useful information, when the voices of the two men make me stop.

"Did we really need her here? We have our murderer."

"I don't like it either, but the boss asked for her specifically. When that magic shit actually works it helps a lot, apparently."

"Well it didn't help today. She looked around and told us what we already knew."

"At least we don't have to pay her," the new one says, and Martinez scoffs a laugh. 

I scoff under my breath. They think I'm useless? Well, I'm going to find out what this button means--without their help. It slips easily to the bottom of my pocket when the two walk back in and I'm pretending to examine the cracked desk.

"Please don't touch anything," not-Martinez drones. "This is an active crime scene."

I put on my cheeriest face, the one I use when grouchy customers try to call me a hack when my luck charm didn't win them the lottery. "Of course not, detectives. Did you need anything else?"

Martinez offers me a sympathetic expression. "Do you have anything else to tell us?"

For a split moment, I fear my thievery has been discovered. My hand falls to my dress pocket where the button is stored, but neither of the detectives are looking at me accusingly. They're just bored. They're not after me, they want me gone.

"I wish I had more to tell," I confess, gesturing down to Elliot, but still resolutely not looking at him. "He knew the murderer--"

"Alleged," the new one  mutters.

"And I don't recognize any of these sigils." I sweep my arm over the circle on his body and the floor. Bright orange, arranged in a circle, the center right where Elliot's head should be.

"Well, thanks for the help," he mutters sarcastically.

"This is a pretty open and shut case," Martinez says, looking down at Elliot. "We have the perp in custody. Think you could magic up a better confession?"

The two of them share a chuckle, and I try not to seem too indignant as I force a smile. I know Martinez isn't being cruel on purpose, he's just a callous guy. I'm glad I don't work with him.

I step out of the room and I feel like I can breathe. There's another room to the right of me, filled with officers. That's Elliot's bedroom. I can walk in there as easy as breathing, I know there's a sliding glass door that leads to a balcony that overlooks the yoga studio across the street. The wheel on the door squeaks when it opens. 

Elliot's shop is next to mine, but his home is a few blocks away, about a ten minute walk in the opposite direction. I wonder if the shop is closed, or if his brother Brenan is running it today.

"Lucy!" Alma's voice rings out from the bottom of the stairs. She pushes through her subordinates, flitting over to me on her translucent pink wings. At first she seems excited to see me, but her face falls as she gets closer. "You look like hell."

I rub my arm. I just want to go. "Been a long day."

She reads something in my face, her brows pinching in concern. "Did you know him?"

I can't lie my way out of a paper bag, so I nod.

Alma grimaces. "Shit, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have asked if--"

"It's fine," I say in a rush. "Honestly if I had heard it from somewhere else I would've broken."

She rubs her hands up and down my arms. "If you're sure…"

I swallow past the lump in my throat. "Yeah, yeah."

"Were Martinez and Becker nice?"

I shrug and offer her a smile. "They were just doing their jobs."

She looks past me, and glares. She's a full head shorter than me, nearly my opposite in appearance. Short blonde hair, pale white skin, petite frame and an angular face. We've been friends since grade school, and she always has my back. "I'll talk to them later."

I cringe. "You really don't have to." I'd hate for her to yell at them over me, they were just doing their jobs.

She turns those hard brown eyes to me. "I asked you here for a reason. If they don't respect that, they need an attitude adjustment."

I pull her into my chest in a hug. "Thanks, Alma."

Her tiny hands pat my back reassuringly. "Go home and get some rest. You need a ride?"

"I'll walk." I pull back and Alma eyes me skeptically. "I need the fresh air, promise."

She squeezes my arm. "Call if you need anything, and I'll stop by on Friday."

After another hug, I start down the stairs and out the front door. I don't get very far before I'm stopped by Carlos, another relatively new officer who doesn't look up from his laptop to hand me a business card.

"If you think of anything, give us a call," he drones, and I slip the card, which presumably has his number on it, in my pocket. It's going straight in the garbage.

After another lengthy questioning session, some papers to sign stating my silence on the subject, and more condescending glances I really don't need, I'm finally allowed to step out of Elliot's home and into the street.

A crowd has gathered, just past the barricade setup by the department. Police lights and their bright yellow border spells are like magnets to the general populace. There's a group of reporters with their cameras and flash bulbs, surrounding several officers already trying to get as much information as possible out of them. 

I slink by unnoticed, and for that I'm glad. I push through the sparse crowd on the sidewalk and into the freedom of the street. It's a clear day, blue skies, the wind in my hair would be nice on the bike--

No, I don't have a bike.

The street is full of cars, the sidewalk full of pedestrians. Human, fae, fiend, and everything in between crowd around me, commuting to work, or going home, or even just out for a stroll. All of them blithely unaware that just around the corner, on the second floor of the suite, lies a dead man. And the world just keeps turning. It doesn't feel fair.

Categorizing what I need to do in my head is a decent enough distraction. Mrs. Kinoko ordered a long-lasting protective charm for her daughter that's moving at the end of the month, and I can work on that in my lunch. The Dredsy twins need their weekly cleansing water which I have waiting for them in the back room. A gentleman named Leon asked for a bundle of lavender charms for his home to ward of thieves.

I round the corner and nearly stop walking. There's a line outside my shop that reaches the next shop over. I walk past the black marble and darkened windows of Mr. Engstrom's clock repair, also taking the chance to catch a glimpse inside. Nothing, as usual. 

I walk to the front door and dissolve the seal keeping the door locked. “Good afternoon everyone, thank you for waiting!”

“You in trouble, hun?” Ms. Garrett asks with a smile. “The cops finally caught ya?”

“You know it,” I reply with a wink, and a few people chuckle.

There's a lot to do, a lot of orders to fill, and I'm jittery. This morning threw me off, toppled my plans. I have charms to make and talismans to saturate. The wards around the shop to notify me of theft are starting to dim so I need to reset those, and the sprigs of lavender growing in my windowsill are starting to sag, so I probably need to water them with extra love. There's just so much to do my head is spinning as everyone outside rushes into my shop.

"Do you have any more of this cream?"

"How about my Polly--you know her, right?--any charms to make her schooling go well?"

"Did you see all the police down the street?"

"Oh yes, I've seen them! Nasty business, that."

Conversation and the buzz of a busy afternoon flows over me like water, I'm so overstimulated that nothing has any meaning anymore. The talk of Elliot feels like a thorn in my side, something I need to square away for later. That's an issue for after the shop has closed, after everyone has gone home and I go upstairs to mourn in silence.

"Here Mrs. Briggs, give three doses to your husband and his arthritis should start to feel better."

"No--! Please don't touch that! It's decoration only!"

"Yes, I'm so sorry about that, let me offer you a refund."

I don't get a chance to think about much of anything. It's all turned into noise, a pleasant fuzz that surrounds my head like a raincloud. By the time the day is over, I'm collapsing into a hot bath and nearly falling asleep in it.

Only when I fold my dress over a chair does that button fall out of my pocket. I pick it up off the floor, examining it in the low light of the room. Taking it to the sink, I scrub the dried blood off, watching it swirl down the sink in a red-brown haze.

The button glows, a soft silver light projecting onto my hand. The corrupted glyph on both faces is apparent, and when I angle it away from my face, I see the glyph almost takes on the image of a face. It's got an angry expression, with horns jutting out from the head and cheeks.

The button catches the light again, reflecting the yellow glow of the room, and reflects onto my hand. Suddenly, the button glows red-hot, the sigil burning into my palm like a brand. I drop the button with a yelp, the smell of burnt skin invading my nose. Rushing to turn on the sink I run my hand under cold water to assuage the pain, and it helps a little, but when I pat my hand dry, in the center of my palm sits that corrupted sigil.

From my bathroom, I grab a salve, rubbing it over the burn mark and leaving the button on the counter. Sigils don't…do that. At least, no sigil I've come across has ever burnt me. Eyeing it from the bathroom like the button will grow legs and charge at me, I step into my room and shut the door. Today has been chaos, absolute chaos, and I don't have time for demonic buttons. I can worry about it tomorrow.

Hand throbbing, I fall into a fitful sleep, hoping tomorrow brings less heartbreak.

Chapter 2 >>

[queenlilith43]

The Princes of Hell

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Belial

Belial: The Thief (From Hebrew Bel’yy’al, meaning “wickedness, a wicked man, a destroyer)

Has sometimes been called the father of Lucifer (?)

Claimed to have convinced Lucifer to rise up against God in rebellion

Patron demon of the month of January

Invocations to his name can be found in the Black Volume of the Dead

[11:8 . . . the hordes of Belial . . . ]

[13:4 Acursed be Belial for his inimical plan, may he be damned for his blameworthy rule]

[4:2 ?’s fury unleashed against Belial and ? the men of his lot]

[13:1-2 ?]

There are coins on top of his Bible verses, like coins placed on dead man’s eyes. He also has a map behind him, which looks like London?

Belial has one confirmed eldest curse: Tessa Gray, born in 1862. All descendents of Will Herondale are descendants of Belial, with his grandchildren James and Lucie Herondale, ones he has his eyes on. Another grandchild is Mina Carstairs, as of GOTSM very small.

Belial is not very smart, nor is he powerful. His plans tend to fall apart at the seams. Despite this, he tries to keep up with the mundanes. At one point in Chain of Iron, he had black nail polish on.

His main goal is to walk on Earth, which he just can’t, compared to other demons. He can do this by possessing someone of his own blood, but in that case two factors get in his way: His sexism and his own stupidity. Belial (as of TLH) is trying to possess James, but not Lucie. Because he is a sexist pig.

Belial had a plan to use Jesse Blackthorn’s body to walk on the Earth, because Jesse’s soul had a small part of his he could use as an anchor. However, due to his dumbassery and lack of foresight, he was defeated by the Shadowhunters. This plan tied into his necromantic abilities, which his granddaughter Lucie seems to have inherited.

Belial also steals realms. He stole Belphegor’s realm from him a long time ago, and once kicked it, moved onto a bigger prize. In Chain of Iron, he tried to steal Edom, which is Lilith’s realm. She showed up, beat his sexist ass, and now Belial has to find a new realm.

Allied with Leviathan.

He has a huge weakness in the sword Cortana. If he is stabbed with that three times, he dies. The sword is so potent because embedded in Cortana’s hilt is a feather of the archangel Michael, the one who put him in Hell in the first place. As of Chain of Iron, he has been stabbed with Cortana twice. The next one will be the fatal blow.

Belial, in Ghosts of the Shadow Market and Chain of Gold, showed the ability to shift into other people to tempt you. It's kind of interesting how he did that.

“You have me wrong, child, if you think I feel that humans are foolish.” - Belial, Page 469, Chain of Gold

“Belial, who ‘did not walk among men,’ was described as the prince of necromancers and warlocks, and a thief of realms.” - Page 277, Chain of Gold

"'To-may-to of agony, to-mah-to of ah-gony,' Belial said. His reflections in the mirrors wept tears of blood. 'Do you know what causes us pain? The one who made us has turned his face from us. We are not allowed before the throne. But adamas, that's angelic stuff. When we touch it, the pain of our absence from the divine is indescribable. And yet it's the closest we ever get to being in it's presence. So we touch adamas, and we feel the absence of our creator, and in that we feel the smallest speak of what we once were. Oh, it's the most wonderful thing you can imagine, that pain.'" - Page 148, Ghosts of the Shadow Market, Learn About Loss

“‘Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.’ It’s a nice thought, isn’t it? From the book of James, too . . . I see that you begin to understand a fraction of your power you could have if you embraced your true heritage.” - Belial, Page 490, Chain of Gold

“Beliya’al, liar, ruin-lover, I could not believe you would have broken the trust of millenia--would have tried to take from me the land granted to me by Heaven itself.” - Lilith, Page 544, Chain of Iron

Belial appears in Ghosts of the Shadow Market, Chain of Gold, The Lost Book of the White, Chain of Iron, and should be in Chain of Thorns.

What will Belial do next? Well, the first thing he’d want to do is steal himself another realm. That could give him power and other demons he could control. Hopefully he learned his lesson and doesn’t go after Edom again, and instead attacks a demon like Belphegor, which can be defeated easily.

Belial is still working with Tatiana Blackthorn, and some people have suggested that they are in a relationship. I wouldn’t rule it out, considering the fact Belial calls her his “dark swan” and seems to care for her. She also provides half of his braincells, and is the only reason why he hasn’t been killed yet.

At both the end of Chain of Gold and Chain of Iron, Belial has been seen talking with Tatiana. Her idea was to go to the Adamant Citadel . . . but for what? She also gave him a key to some tombs. The Silent City.

Something’s down there. And Belial won’t stop until he gets what he wants. It may be to possess James, but what else is he planning? (Time to re-read the last chapter of both Chain of Gold and Chain of Iron!)

Belphegor

Belphegor (Associated with the sin of laziness.)

According to the Infernal Dictionary, Belphegor was Hell’s ambassador to France.

Belphegor’s prime is widely associated with the Number of the Beast, 666

*The only Prince of Hell ever to have married a mortal, but the marriage was not a happy one. Belphegor returned to Hell denouncing the institution of marriage.

Known as “Lord of Opening” and can open passages to Pandemonium, the city of demons.

Known as the enemy of Beauty and despises beautiful things.

Instead of a face, we have a skull, similar to the skull on Sebastain’s flower card. (Look it up if you have to, but it’s there.) Another skull can be seen where the page flips over in the top left corner.

No known eldest curses, since Belphegor has been floating around in the void since at least the 1200s.

Belphegor used to have a realm of his own, but that was stolen by Belial. That only contributed to his unwillingness to work with others, something that could come into play later.

No known alliances, and probably doesn’t have any.

“Belphegor, the prince of sloth and, strangely, tricksters and snake-oil salesmen.” - Page 277, Chain of Gold

“Poor Belphegor. I wounded him quite gravely when he was not expecting it. No doubt he is still floating in the space between worlds, trying to find his way home. Not a nice fellow, Belphegor--I wouldn’t waste your sympathy on him.” - Belial, Page 466, Chain of Gold

“Azazel and Asmodeus have worked together, as have Belial and Leviathan, while Belphegor hates his brethren.” - Magnus, Page 441, Chain of Iron

“Belpehgor and Belial had ignored each other completely since they arrived, each refusing to acknowledge the other’s existence.” - Page 364, The Lost Book of the White

He only appears at the end of The Lost Book of the White, with brief mentions in both Chain of Gold and Chain of Iron.

Theories: Belphegor has an interesting power. The ability to open passages straight to Pandemonium. If he’s played right, he could lead all the demons back to that city. If not, he could take all the demons out of the city.

Good for us, he doesn’t work with his brothers. He really doesn’t like them, and now probably resents Belial for stealing his realm. I wouldn’t blame him, so Sammael is going to try his damndest to get his brothers to work together.

Belphegor also hates marriage, which could crop up in TBOVTD. By then, Malec will have been married for at least two years. (Eek!) And if he gets involved with them they’re going to have another problem. Thankfully, it took Magnus and Alec beating Sammael’s ass to have him believe in love, so Belphegor might not be as big a problem as we thought.

However, Sebastian Morgenstern’s flower card holds a skull similar to the one Belphegor has on his portrait, suggesting a connection between the two. It’s a far stretch, but we’ve learned never to rule anything out.

Leviathan

Leviathan (Often considered the demon of Envy)

Born a twin he murdered and ate his sister.

Leviathan is sometimes pictured as a serpent eating its own tail, considered the origin of ouroboros.

[Symbol of ouroboros . . . which was the symbol of the Pandemonium Club in Clockwork Angel . . . which has something to do with Mortmain.]

“In that day, the Lord, with his sore and great and strong sword will punish Leviathan the slant serpent Leviathan the torturous serpent: and he will slay the dragon that is in the sea.” - Book of Isaiah

He claims he was the serpent in the Garden of Eden

One of the oldest Princes of Hell.

The only Prince of Hell who is not a fallen Angel - Leviathan was always a monster.

Leviathan represents the element of water.

He has no known eldest curses, but if he does, their warlock mark would probably be tentacles, as theorized in Chain of Iron.

He can sneak into anywhere with his tentacles, even very small places. That’s odd, considering the fact he is really massive.

Allied with Belial.

“Leviathan, the demon of envy, chaos, and the sea, who was monstrous and rarely summoned.” - Page 277, Chain of Gold

“Something surged out of the sea-foam--another tentacle, this one thrashing and alive. It was as big as a grown human and impossibly long, and as it reared back out of the waves, Thomas could see that its underside was covered with hundreds of hard, spiked barbs.” - Page 523, Chain of Iron

“They were a motley sort of crew, he had to admit, from Belial--appearing, as he most did, as a beautiful, pale-haired man--to Leviathan, who was more of a dark green serpent, with sleek scales and arms that could be charitably described as tentacle-adjacent.” - Page 363, The Lost Book of the White

He appears in both Chain of Iron and The Lost Book of the White, as well as being mentioned in Chain of Gold.

Theories: Leviathan has a high chance of showing up again in TLH. Allied with Belial, he can be called on anytime. The Shadowhunters did fight him off in Chain of Iron (this was in Cassandra Jean’s postcards released shortly before the book, pay attention to any official art for hints at Princes of Hell, especially in TWP) but he could come back. However, he is very large, and I don’t think Belial would think lightly of getting Leviathan back to help him.

The symbolism is high with the ouroboros symbol. This was the symbol of the Pandemonium Club from Clockwork Angel, who were involved with Axel Mortmain. This is loaded, especially when you consider Mortmain also had Belial involved with him, and now Belial wants to possess Tessa’s kids, who never would have existed had it not been for Mortmain’s little experiment. Leviathan could have some callbacks to TLH in TWP, especially as we learn more about his alliance with Belial. I wonder how they formed it, and also when Azazel and Asmodeus work together.

Leviathan does mess with the theory of all the Princes of Hell melding together, because has different origins. However, it’s totally possible that there could just be pieces of Lucifer inside of each Prince they have to get out and put together.

Mammon

Mammon, from the Aramaic Mamona meaning “wealth, profit”

When the rich do evil, they are almost always tempted by Mammon. He can also tempt the poor with promises of wealth.

[“Mammon being carried up from Hell by a wolf, coming to inflame the human heart with greed” - Thomas Aquinas]

(His diet consists of blood and gold.)

Mammon fell from Heaven when he tried to convince Lucifer that rather than remaining in divine service, the angels should use the wealth of Hell to control the universe.

Mammon is often pictured with many eyes, with which he searches for gold.

[‘No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold the one and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and Mammon.’ - Matthew 6:19]

((Runs Hell’s bank))

A ring is in the top left corner, with a sword on it. It appears to be made of gold.

No known eldest curses.

All we know about him is that he’s very possessive, from what I’ve observed. He represents what greed does to a person.

No known alliances.

“Mammon, the prince of greed and wealth, could be bribed with money and riches.” - Page 277, Chain of Gold

“Leviathan and Mammon had decided to sit in the same chair, each arguing it was the only cosmically large chair present and as the most sizable of the princes he deserved it more.” - Page 364, The Lost Book of the White

Mentioned in Chain of Gold and appears in The Lost Book of the White

Theories: I think he won’t do much. He’s the Prince of greed, so all we need to do is just give him some money, and he’ll be good. Plus, Mammon could still be fighting with Levithan over that stupid chair that he’ll forget he has to actually do things.

The challenge with Sammael trying to get these guys to work together is that they don’t want to. Leviathan and Mammon fought over a chair, Belial and Belphegor ignored each other, and Astaroth was very skeptical of the whole thing. I honestly hope that they do need to work together to get Lucifer, because we can avoid this whole mess just by having these guys try and work together. It will not turn out very good for them.

Although we have confirmation Hell has a bank . . . what do they do down there. Does this mean there’s a main Hell dimension, with Pandemonium at the center? This is an interesting question that needs to be answered.

Astaroth

(Also known as: Ashtaroth, Astarot, Asteroth, Great Duke of Hell)

If a magican approaches Astaroth with a blessed ring of silver bearing the Seal of Solomon, he will be protected from Astaroth’s deadly aura.

Astaroth can see the past, present and future from his realm.

The prince of accusers and inquisitors, associated with lawyers and misuse of the law.

“Asteroth is a great and strong Duke, coming forth in the shape of a foul angel, sitting upon an Infernal dragon and carrying on his right hand a viper.” - Pseudomonarchia Daemonium (Viper appears across the pages.)

After his fall from grace, his wings became those of an eagle.

Asteroth alone of the Princes of Hell believes he has been misjudged. If a warlock summons Asteroth, the demon will plead his case, explaining why he deserves to be reinstated as an angel.

((The demon of the month of August.))

On the page there is a pentagram, with his name around the edge.

No known eldest curses.

We know literally nothing about him except the fact he seems like the ultimate lawyer. Interestingly the word “inquisitor” was used to describe him . . .

No known alliances.

“Astaroth, who tempted men to bear false witness, and who took advantage of the grieving.” - Page 277, Chain of Gold

“If that’s the way it’s always been, then that’s the way it’s supposed to be,’ said Asteroth. There was nodding from the others.” - Page 364, The Lost Book of the White

Mentioned in Chain of Gold, appears in The Lost Book of the White

This guy is powerful, but we don’t know much about him. He just hasn’t showed up that much. Although I sense he could be important.

According to his page, Astaroth can see the future from his realm. First of all, that’s powerful. Second of all, I’ve theorized in the past that some dreams Clary, Magnus, and Kit have had are prophetic. Which means these dreams could come from Astaroth, who’s just been chilling in his realm. It’s very crackpot, but it could work.

Also, the “tempts men to bear false witness” part? We literally have the Mortal Sword from THULE, another realm, and we’re just using it as we would normally? Astaroth totally could mess with the truth-telling sword. He already might have. If Lilith can mess with Cortana, Astaroth can do this. That would also be a nice way to tie TWP back to TMI.

Azazel

Azazel: Forger of Weapons.

(name meaning: Scapegoat)

“The whole earth has been corrupted through the works that were taught by Azazel: to him ascribe all sin.” - Book of Enoch 10.8

Associated with those on whom blame falls unfairly.

He taught mankind the invention and use of weapons, to raise up blades against each other. ((He was the whisper in the ear of Cain when he struck down Abel))

In punishment, he was bound to the rocks of Dudael, in the wilderness, where he will abide until the Day of Wrath.

And then we have Azazel, chained up, with a demonic symbol on his chest. The chains have left scars on his wrists. There’s a train ticket up in the left corner I think says Chicago.

No confirmed eldest curses, and it’s unlikely he has one

Azazel has been chained up on Dudael for a long, long time. If he gets free, we’re screwed. However, that looks unlikely, seeing as he is supposed to be released on the Day of Wrath. (Let’s ignore the fact that it was a chapter title in City of Ashes.)

Despite being chained up in another dimension, you can still summon Azazel. However, like Magnus, be prepared to have to deal with Azazel being stubborn, and not wanting to leave.

He also takes happy memories when you summon him, feasting on them, just like Asmodeus does. It’s very similar the way these two work.

Azazel can make demonically-aligned weapons. They are very powerful, so keep that in mind.

Allied with Asmodeus.

“Azazel, the forger of weapons who fell from grace when he gifted humans with the instruments of violence.” - Page 277, Chain of Gold

“He’s not a cat, Sylvester. He’s a Greater Demon. Lieutenant of Hell and Forger of Weapons. He was an angel who taught mankind how to make weapons, when before it had been knowledge only angels possessed. That caused him to fall, and now he is a demon.” - Magnus, Page 207, City of Lost Souls

“You may not be proud like old Faustus, warlock, but you are impatient. I am sure my willingness to remain in this pentagram will outlast your desire to keep watch over me inside it.” - Azazel, Page 235, City of Lost Souls

Appears in City of Lost Souls, mentioned in Chain of Gold, Chain of Iron, and then shows up again in The Lost Book of the White.

He’s the literal lieutenant of Hell, which might explain why he’s allied with Asmodeus.

Azazel is going to be put to work making weapons if they manage to summon Lucifer, I just know that.

If he gets from Dudael it’ll be around the time they get the Lucifer situation resolved. And when he shows up, all Hell will break lost.

Asmodeus

(Associated with the sin of lust and described as “the worst of demons”)

Also known as Ashmedi, the king of certain demonic spirits (the shedim & djinn)

He personally battled the angel Raphael after being cast out from Heaven.

It is said Asmodeus was bound to King Solomon and forced to do his bidding.

Loves gambing and runs all the gambling houses in Hell.

He is often called on by those seeking REVENGE

He is the demon of the month of November.

He hates water and birds because they remind him of God.

In the center of the page there is a thing of barbed wire.

(If I go on a rant about him, I’m sorry, but I HATE HIM.)

Asmodeus has one confirmed eldest curse, Magnus Bane. It’s hinted that he had a lot of other children, but barely any of them lived past 100 years.

Magnus, at 400 years old, is his pride in joy. In The Red Scrolls of Magic we saw Asmodeus trying to manipulate Magnus, and again in City of Heavenly Fire. (This also happened in the TV show which . . . heh heh it was not good. I felt so sorry for Magnus.)

Asmodeus is one of the smartest and most powerful Princes. He actually seems to be the only Prince who is serious most of the time. He doesn’t crack jokes, and is normally a silent, brooding figure.

Asmodeus had a demon-worshipping cult called the Crimson Hand, courtesy of Magnus. (Magnus made a joke cult and then chose Asmodeus as the demon it would worship to piss off his dad. It did not end well.) Asmodeus could have ended up appearing on Earth because of the cult . . . but he needed an immortal life to anchor him.

Although now he has that life. He took Simon’s immortality at the end of City of Heavenly Fire, as their price for going back to Earth. Strangely enough. Asmodeus hasn’t made any moves with it. He’s just sat there, with the immortal life in hand, not doing much of anything.

Asmodeus also feeds on emotions and memories. We’ve seen the way he acts, no wonder he’s so composed.

He alone of the princes respects Sammael and understands his plan on a deeper level. Asmodeus looks like someone who wants good ol’ Luci back.

Because of him, we know of the eldest curses. He brought up the idea in The Red Scrolls of Magic, and it seems his eldest curse is very near and dear to his heart. It’s like he plans to do something with Magnus, something big.

Every Prince of Hell has his own realm, and his is Edom, who he shares with Lilith. But he doesn't hang out there a lot because, according to him "it isn't exciting anymore!"

There exists an incantation his children can use to summon him, a twisted version of the Lord’s Prayer.

Allied with Azazel.

“Asmodeus, the demon of lust and rumored general of Hell’s army.” - Page 277, Chain of Gold

“I want to talk to my son. It has been almost two centuries since we last spoke, Magnus. You don’t call, you don’t make sacrifices on my altar. It wounds your fond parent.” - Asmodeus, Page 300, The Red Scrolls of Magic.

“I was a seraphim once, one of the angels indeed. Part of an innumerable company. Then came the war, and we fell like stars from Heaven. I followed the Light-Bringer down, the Morning Star, for I was one of his chief advisers, and when he fell, I fell with him. He raised me up in Hell and made me one of the nine rulers. In case you were wondering, it is preferable to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven--I’ve done both.” - Asmodeus, Page 621, City of Heavenly Fire

Appears in City of Heavenly Fire, The Red Scrolls of Magic, and The Lost Book of the White, mentioned in Chain of Gold and alluded to several times.

Theories: Asmodeus is going to use Simon’s immortal life. He has to. It’s just sitting there, and he must have a plan for it. This probably will be fully realized in The Black Volume of the Dead. Which is also one of the books in the Malec series.

Which means here comes my crackpot theory! I’ve mentioned before I think Magnus will get possessed by a demon . . . but what if Asmodeus has something to do with that? I doubt Asmodeus himself will possess Magnus; he’s way too smart for that. However, Asmodeus can easily use less powerful demons to mess with Magnus. He already manipulates him, what else could happen?

Just based on Asmodeus’s attitude towards Magnus, I feel like Magnus has a huge part to play in the upcoming demon war of TWP. (Need to re-read The Red Scrolls of Magic to figure out more, but what I have so far could be scraped into a decent theory.)

He’s also the general of Hell’s army, so that will show up again.

Sammael

The Serpent

Youngest of the nine Princes of Hell

Sammael, name meaning venom (or poison?) of God

It is believed he was the original serpent of the Garden of Eden and seduced Adam’s first wife Lilith. Later became his lover for many thousands of years.

He was the guardian of Esau and the patron demon of Rome.

There is a feather lying on his page.

No confirmed eldest curses, even if I have that headcanon Ragnor is actually his son and he ignores him. @patalliumapples came up with that one.

Sammael performed the ritual that weakened the wards with Lilith, also known as the Incursion. Without him, there would be no Shadowhunters.

After that, he wandered around in the void. (FYI I will now call him Johnny Appleseed because that is my nickname for him and I can't look at his picture without thinking “Johnny Appleseed”)

Johnny Appleseed came back, and with it, gained the Sventhorn. Johnny then used it to take Shinyun and Ragnor in his service. Those two tried to get Magnus into his service, stabbing him twice with the sword. Magnus was able to get out of being absorbed into his magic by Alec’s sacrifice. (This is why I love Alec.)

Johnny is now wanting to summon Lucifer, partly as a way to get Lilith back, and partly as a way to raise Hell.

No known alliances.

“There was Sammael, the first to loose demons upon the Earth.” - Page 277, Chain of Gold

“I know we don’t talk much,” - Sammael, Page 363, The Lost Book of the White

“I’m really much more the waterfalls-of-blood, abstract-sculpture-of-viscera type.” - Sammael, Page 300, The Lost Book of the White

Mentioned in several books, like Chain of Gold, City of Fallen Angels, and appears in The Lost Book of the White

His next move is to summon Lucifer. He needs to herd cats, AKA get the other Princes to work together. And I think he might be able to do that.

Lucifer

9 - Hell from beneath is moved for three to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the Earth; it hath raised up from their throne all the kings of the nations.

10 - All they shall speak and say unto three, art thou also become weak as we? Art thou become like unto us?

11 - Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread unto three, and the worms cover thee.

12 - How art thou fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nation!

13 - For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into Heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God

14 - I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most high

15 - Yet thou shalt be brought down to Hell, to the sides of the pit

16 - They that see thee shall narrowly look on thee, and consider thee, saying, is this man that made the Earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms

17 - That made the world as a wilderness, and destroyed the cities there of; that opened the house of his prisoners?

18- All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house.

19 - Thou shalt not be joined with them in burial, because thou hast destroyed thy land, and slain thy people: the seed of evildoers shall never be renowned.

A splatter of blood lies on the page. A shadow across a throne.

No confirmed eldest curses.

Little is known, except we have confirmation of existence, and he ruled with the other Princes. But where did he go?

The Morgenstern is associated with him.

No known alliances.

“And lastly, of course, there was Lucifer, the leader of the archangels, the most beautiful of any prince, the leader of the rebellion against Heaven.” - Page 277, Chain of Gold.

“Of course, if you’d bothered to think about it, you’d think it a little strange that the symbol of the Wayland family would be a falling star. So I had to take precautions . . . I forget how regrettably lax mundane education is. Morgenstern means ‘morning star’ As in How art thou fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nation!” - Valentine, Page 446, City of Bones

“Nous serviam. It’s what Lucifer had inscribed on his banner when he rode with his host of rebel angels against a corrupt authority.” - Valentine, Page 258, City of Ashes

“Yes. I want to talk about Lucifer.” - Sammael, Page 365, The Lost Book of the White

Anything could happen with the Prince. For this theory section, I implore you to come up with your own theories based on the Bible verses above. Tell me what you think will happen when this Prince comes back to rule as a king.

So this is the post. Thank you for reading my 4779 words that involved me going slightly insane.

[flashwingfox-blog]

Obey me Cold event Chapter 1:

So I played it last night, I haven't really done the other ending 

i’m replaying it now so these are my thoughts: 

1-1-

What is happening at the beginning of the event?

Simeon calling this squad goals, outdated but I love it

I know Mammon and Levithan can feel the cold but they have multiple layers on 

Ah yes heater is busted Belphie says

Mammon said na we cold where not fine

heater malfunction, mabye it was a boiler explosion (please tell me someone got that reference lol)

Asmo, no one cares about your skin

A strange phenomena is likely to cause this, UH YEAH 

random detail I just noticed, Solomon doesn't where nail polish?! 

how did I not realize he didn't

I choose the first option, yeah I see you have layers so you wouldn't be that cold. also has gloves on

why does the Peacocks face look so disappointed that he is holding back tears

The cold snap? why is it named that

1-2-

Luci’s surprised face looks like he’s angry

wait how long has this not happened. surly some demons would be alive from the last time right?

When was the last cold snap

Wait barb has been through it?

no never mind he only has accounts of it

“Brr... why does this have to affect angels too...?” Bruh your SHOWING SKIN

off topic but what would happen if you called Simeon a pretty angle like how you would say pretty bird 

Death would happen Mammon

well for awhile 

Cold front, you call it huh

we have those dude, we where lots of layers to keep warm

Wow Levi talking about horror games

dude thats just how cold works

Belphie doesn't like the cold he’s wearing multiple layers and his outfit looks warm

Beel be worried about eating is sorta a mood

Asmo is just Asmo the avatar of lust

Man even swayed

Also like anyone else question why Dia and Barb only where just the RAD Uniform? like come on at 

Heritage what do you mean by that Solomon 

1-4-

ah its a blizzard

Dam Levi and games

analog and digital...... sir just say books and digital or something

also #iceDevils LOL

1-7-

the big freeze I love that idk why

but of course there's no way to stop the freeze 

I dont know if its just in anime that people die from exploring the snowy mountains 

Belphie looks so pleased whith himself if you give him a blanket

1-10-

How did the dam lotion freeze?

Also simeon sir lovely angel you're wearing BARELY ANYTHING on those shoulders. 

Haha the Slut demon and “Slut” angel being next to each other 

also I like how we somehow have a jacket 

Simeon is adorable

1-13-

the way the game shows them shivering is like a Pokemon omg 

ironically I would love to make Beel soup but I feel like I would burn it

How did we make the soup?

1-15

No surprise

The overworked butler wants us not to worry wow

The fact that he said yeah you asking and being conserned for me WARMED ME 

“a little kindness when you need it the most always goes along way” 

well thats because thats how it helps

1-18-

the way they sneeze in this game dam

Aww Dia worried about mammon is so sweet

so ive done both chooses 

the first one is hugging him he looks like he’s doing the fuck boy face

the second one dam him getting riled up is funny to me

ok if you ask Dia if he need to warmed up he hugs you and that  ITS SO CUTE

He is a wholesome demon prince

I LOVE HIM

1-20-

Ey its Luci

“You have a rather unfortunate habit of pushing your limits beyond what would be sensible, after all.” 

Sir, my lovely Peacock you same like you would do the same

Some how we have a scarf.......

did I pic that option no but if I did to see what it was

he wrapped the scarf around him and he feels nice and toasty

the cold snap is defeated by being nice to each other confirmed lol

I mean this is probably true but still

1-22

Im sorry there's a website that has the info

So demons have a theory about how to survive it

Levi spends to much time online like me lol

“Fired up” there is many ways people can take that

I think in this it is probably meaning anger or joy (well duh)

also from this Solomons hair is a few shades darker then Mammons

Emotional high I love that

“far to much pressure for one person to handle on there own”

Dia I love to help, so I dont mind 

this is for chapter one both ending will be separate from each other

[satanwithboobs]

alone | lucifer angst

a/n: don’t know what this is. basically I wanted to write and I asked what I should write and Lucifer angst won out. but I couldn’t stop myself and put in some fluffy mc nonsense at the end. I’m a sucker, okay?

— • — • —

What was that old human saying?

“Uneasy is the head that wears the crown.”

He must’ve read it in a book Satan had left laying around.

Even without the weight of gold and jewels resting upon his shoulders, he resonated with this. His head felt nothing if not uneasy. Heavy.

He was Diavolo’s right-hand man and the eldest of six brothers he loved more than anything else in existence.

He was the avatar of pride, so shouldn’t he bask under this sort of pressure? He was nothing if not fantastic at adapting to whatever was thrown at him.

No matter how many times his brothers voiced their unceasing distaste at his strict nature, he brushed it off. He moved on, because that was what was required of him.

He knew they loved him deep down, right? It must be true. He did nothing without them in mind, his beloved brothers were the reason behind everything he did.

He was the avatar of pride, so why was he doubting himself? He knew their true feelings.

Mammon held him in high esteem, despite always voicing how cruel he was.

Leviathan loved him, despite the envious resentment he knew he held.

Satan respected him, despite all the hatred and rebellion.

Asmodeus knew he could put his pride aside when if mattered for the sake of his dearest younger brother.

Beelzebub didn’t blame him for not being a better older brother and protecting their darling sister better.

And Belphegor...

The youngest brother had to eventually forgive him, right? It couldn’t be completely irreparable...

...right?

Things could go back to how they were, he was sure of it. They had to.

The sound of polished wood cracking under his unrelenting grip snapped him out of his thoughts, looking around his empty office as if confirming what he knew to be true.

He was alone. Alone in his office, alone at his position as the eldest brother, alone as the sole one with the knowledge of what truly happened when they fell...

Alone.

As he should be. As he deserves to be.

His gloved hand came to touch his face as he felt something wet roll down his cheek.

He furrowed his brow as he stared at what no doubt was a tear that had just fallen from his eye.

He didn’t even know he still could cry. He thought his heart had hardened too many eons ago for such things.

A sigh fell from his lips as he stood from his desk, ignoring the already insurmountable pile of paperwork he had to get through.

He had just made it to the fireplace when he heard a shy knock at his door, knowing already who it was.

“You can come in,” he announced, his spirits lifting at the mere prospect of being in their presence.

“Hey Luci.. I.. couldn’t sleep,” they offered a meek smile before their eyes fell on the papers that were piled on the desk. “Oh, I can go somewhere else if you’re busy..”

“Nonsense,” he gave a small smile in return. Not entirely fake, even. “I was taking a break anyway.”

“Thanks,” they said, soft steps making it over to one of the chairs set in front of the fireplace. “We don’t have to talk, I just.. being around you calms me down. I don’t know why, it just does.”

He was taken aback for a moment before his smile grew.

He truly didn’t deserve them.

But... those thoughts were best left to be pondered another time..

[emjee]

Ben Barnes thirst watching aside, watching the second and third Narnia films for the first time since they came out has really reminded me how much the books are woven into my childhood and adolescence, even though I think I’ve only read the complete series through twice. Lewis’s books are practically ubiquitous in households as emphatically Anglican as the one I grew up in. I inherited my father’s set of the Narnia books and remember him reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe aloud at bedtime. He’s also a great admirer of Lewis as a theologian. I read the “I am a Narnian even if there is no Narnia” passage from The Silver Chair for the first time only a few days before one of my best friends in middle school told me she didn’t believe in God anymore. The Maundy Thursday before I made my confirmation I helped our sacristan polish all the silver and brass for Holy Week while we listened to a BBC radio dramatization of The Horse and His Boy. I love these books as one loves something in maturity--fully aware of their flaws, and deeply grateful for their truths.

And now I’m off to re-read The Light Between Worlds because justice for Lucy and Susan.

[xb-squaredx]

Nickelodeon All Star Brawl and the Siren’s Song of Speculation

I remember the TV Wars of the 90s, as kids from all creeds argued over which channel was better: Cartoon Network or Nickelodeon. Both networks featured tons of acclaimed, beloved original programming, each with their own unique strengths. Cartoon Network had a back catalog of many classic shows, from Looney Tunes to Tom and Jerry, alongside their own “Cartoon Cartoon” block of original shows, while Nick supplemented their own Nicktoons with live-action sitcoms like Kenan and Kel, as well as variety shows like Kablam. In truth, I loved each network a good deal and could never really choose between the two. Now, one of my favorite aspects of Cartoon Network back in the day were the advertising bumps that would portray all of the animated characters living in a big city together and occasionally interacting. Whether it was Mandy and Raven attempting to out-snark each other, or Samurai Jack and Johnny Bravo having to work through their own sexual tension, I loved seeing these characters together and always wished it would happen more. You had a few rare crossovers here and there, and eventually Cartoon Network would release a mascot fighter, the somewhat mediocre Cartoon Network Punch Time Explosion, which certainly had a lot of heart but lacked polish. Nickelodeon had the rare crossover with their own programs, and on the video game front, they had a wide variety of crossover games through the Nicktoons Unite franchise and yet they never got around to making a mascot fighter…until now.

Imagine my surprise to see the trailer for Nickelodeon All Star Brawl pop up with some really inspired roster picks and it…actually looks like it might be fun? I mean at first glance I was slightly amused but didn’t have high hopes…and then I saw that Ludosity had a role in developing this. Ludosity themselves have made their own platform fighter, Slap City, which despite some jank, had a lot of passion poured into it and the end result was a very fun experience with original, expressive characters. If they were assisting with development in any way, I knew this game had some real potential behind it. Then came news from Ludosity that this game would have rollback netcode (in short, netcode that results in smoother, more consistent online play than has been possible in the past), something that not even Smash Ultimate has and suddenly a lot of people are getting legitimately excited for something that ordinarily wouldn’t turn any heads. Obviously the finished product isn’t out yet and we’ll have to see how well it holds up, but there’s potential there for this game to end up being something halfway decent and I kind of need that hope in my life right now. So much so that I’m just going to do a deep dive on this thing and speculate like crazy. Will this all lead to inevitable disappointment? Probably! Couldn’t I spend my time on something more important? Sure! But nothing else could possibly excite me more. It’s not scientifically possible!

WHAT WE KNOW SO FAR

So right off the bat, we have 14 characters shown off in that reveal trailer, with more promised. From Spongebob we have of course the sponge himself, Patrick and Sandy. Next, Leo and Mikey from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Both of these series are the biggest things Nick currently has, so it makes sense they have multiple reps and currently the highest number of stages, both having three stages apiece. The Loud House is confirmed to have at least two fighters, Lincoln and Lucy Loud, with two confirmed stages, and seeing as this is one of the few popular Nicktoons coming out of the network that isn’t Spongebob it makes sense to see more representation. From there though, things get weird as so far the titular hero from Danny Phantom is pretty much the only other representation from a Nicktoon that didn’t start in the 90s, but at least he gets a stage! To the surprise of many we get Nigel Thornberry from The Wild Thornberries, Helga from Hey Arnold and Reptar from Rugrats, so far with no stages to tie to them and none of them are the expected “main” characters from these shows. Would they really put in Helga without Arnold? Or have Nigel upstage his daughter? They might have just done it for the meme after all! Considering the cult status of Invader Zim it’s no shock Zim is playable (and comes with a stage!), but the real surprises were the likes of Powdered Toast Man from Ren & Stimpy and Oblina from Aaahh!!! Real Monsters who are just kind of obscure picks…and both seem like they get a stage to themselves. Also in the trailer we can see what’s clearly an Avatar: The Last Airbender stage and it’d be a real shock that one of the more acclaimed Nicktoons of all time wouldn’t make it into a fighting game like this.

The official website lists 20 stages included in the game and as of right now, we’ve seen bits and pieces of about 13 of them. Now, it’s hard to say how the stage count would relate to the roster of course, but 20 seems like a decent size overall if everyone got a stage, right? However so far we have three TMNT stages and only two turtles, with Nigel, Reptar and Helga so far lacking a stage shown off. It’s really hard to say; I don’t think every series necessarily needs a stage for every character for one thing. But things go deeper as various retailers have what looks to be the box art for the game…albeit depicting all of the characters on it in silhouette.  A lot of characters are pretty easy to make out, but smack dab in the middle we see what looks like both Ren and Stimpy, with Cat and Dog from Catdog both visible on either end of it, and two more realistic, humanoid characters on the left, which looks like Aang and Korra from the two Avatar series. Assuming Ren and Stimpy are separate characters, that alone gives us 19 characters. Gir also may or may not be his own character, so that could make for 20. Could that be the full roster? Certainly possible and honestly I think asking for more than 20 characters is being more than a bit greedy…so let’s get more than a little greedy.

SUSPICIOUS OMISSIONS

Now, I think it’s impossible to include EVERYTHING Nick has in a game like this. Just not enough time, money or resources at the end of the day, even if this game got a decent budget or freedom in terms of roster selection. No matter what, not everyone’s going to make the cut. That said, I think it’s interesting to make note of who IS here…and who suspiciously seem absent. Looking at the previous Nick games, in particular the kart racing games that were released in the last few years, we have some weird overlaps. From the Spongebob cast, Squidward is so far nowhere to be seen. Both Arnold and Gerald had joined Helga for racing to represent Hey Arnold and you had Tommy, Angelica and Chuckie alongside Reptar to rep Rugrats. We had both Zim AND Gir as separate characters, as well as Ren and Stimpy…but no Powdered Toast Man. Similarly, no Thornberries of any kind or monsters could be seen, but Catdog was there! Rocko and Heffer from Rocko’s Modern Life also made the cut there…alongside all FOUR ninja turtles as well as Shredder. Also Jojo Siwa was there, but that’s not important (yet). We also had Clyde from The Loud House to round out the roster, though so far he’s a no-show here.

Now, a racing game and a fighting game have different needs and so I don’t think we should expect this exact roster for All Star Brawl. If anything, I feel like this game might be making more inspired roster choices and that’s why we aren’t seeing certain main characters. I mean, I’m sorry but what exactly would Arnold and Gerald’s movesets be? Helga at least is a bully who probably uses the Arnold shrine to power herself up or something, but I feel like they’ll have a hard enough time fleshing out her moveset alongside other “normal” kids like Lincoln and Lucy. There are also like…the potential problems of letting people beat up babies with the Rugrats cast. I’ll be honest, if I had to choose between playing as babies or a giant dinosaur with laser breath…I’m going with Reptar. But I’m sure there’s plenty of mobile games that have had all of these characters playable in some form, so these stances might not hold up to scrutiny. That being said, across the racing games and so far all of the material we have for All Star Brawl, there are two series that really seem like they should be here but are absent.

During the 2000s, both Fairly Oddparents and The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron were some of Nick’s bigger shows alongside Spongebob Squarepants. Jimmy was the star of a hit original film that had his own show green lit after its success, while Fairly Oddparents was effectively the Donald Duck to Spongebob’s Mickey Mouse (as per creator Butch Hartman). These two series were big parts of most of the Nicktoons Unite crossover games, and both even had three different crossover specials together with The Jimmy/Timmy Power Hour series. Timmy Turner was himself the star of multiple TV movies and a few live-action TV movies…so where are they? For Jimmy Neutron, I suppose the overall failure of the spinoff Planet Sheen might be one reason why Nick seems cool on remembering the series at all. For Fairly Oddparents it might be possible there’s bad blood with series creator Butch Hartman….but we have Danny Phantom in these games, so that doesn’t really seem to hold much water. Corporate whims are hard to understand and it’s possible those in charge of Nick right now just don’t like these shows and don’t want the games representing them in any way. Meanwhile, shows like Hey Arnold, Rugrats, Ren & Stimpy, Rocko’s Modern Life and Invader Zim have either received revivals, Netflix specials or attempts at reboots in recent years, so clearly Nick WANTS people to remember these series. We might never know why some characters make the cut and others don’t, but I’ll admittedly be pretty bummed if Jimmy and Timmy can’t throw down in this game with everyone else.

WISHLIST TIME

Now of course, when it comes to games like this were the roster is the main selling point, one can’t help but speculate as to who may or may not join the battle, and even if I’m trying to keep my expectations in check, I won’t deny the siren’s song of speculation any longer! Now honestly, I want to keep this narrowed down to four choices and if I’m being honest, most are long shots; if even one made it in, I’d be more than satisfied, but without any further ado, let’s start with a pretty common pick: XJ9/Jenny Wakeman from My Life as a Teenage Robot.

Jenny’s show was more of a modest hit than anything else, but I think anyone that tuned in to watch would argue the show just never got the attention it deserved. A robot guardian of the Earth who just wants to act like a normal teenager, it was a clever role reversal of similar superhero shows. Everyone KNOWS Jenny’s a robot and while she was created to save the world, she wants to be a normal teenage girl. She relishes going to school and hanging with friends rather than going on adventures, which was kind of refreshing. No secret identity plotlines (well, for Jenny anyway) and the added awkwardness of a robot trying to fit in with humans made for a great show…oh and also she’d have a fun moveset, able to shape shift into just about anything. She just seems to fit in SO well with a game like this…but sadly the show hasn’t really been acknowledged in a long time, so I think she’s a bit of a long shot. Still, I’ll pine away!

Now speaking of superheroes, I think El Tigre is another Nick show that just didn’t get a lot of love from the network itself. Despite winning a lot of acclaim, the show was cancelled after only one season. Starring Manny Rivera, he took on the mantle of El Tigre as he juggled going to school and trying to survive the zaniness of Miracle City, home to many a superhero and supervillain. Manny himself has both hero and villain relatives, and throughout the series struggles with what path he wants to walk down. The show was very high-energy and focused on fun over anything else, and while it never really got much drama out of the undecided nature of Manny’s morality, it was still an interesting hook. One episode could have Manny as heroic while another would play up his selfish or mischievous side. As a superhero though, Manny would be perfect for a game like this. He’d be pretty agile, likely using his grapple claws to recover to the stage or attack enemies. If they brought El Tigre back into the limelight, I’d be surprised but very happy. It’d also help flesh out the 2000s-era Nicktoons that so far only Danny, Zim and Spongebob are repping.

While I’m on a roll of talking about forgotten Nicktoons, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention ChalkZone. Starring a young artist named Rudy, one day he stumbles upon magic chalk that allows him to enter a world filled with erased chalk drawings. Teaming up with one of his own childhood creations, Snap, and fellow classmate Penny, the trio would go on all sorts of adventures in the ChalkZone. I just…really like this show? It had a sweet message about nurturing creativity and art, and had an interesting art style for all of the chalk-based characters. I’m not so sure if they could fully replicate it in All Star Brawl, but I’d love to see them try. I think Rudy would be a good fit, using his chalk to generate a lot of different items for his attacks, maybe even summoning Snap for a few moves? I can dream…

Now, this last one is probably the longest shot of them all but uh…anyone else remember Kablam?! A variety show that featured a ton of recurring shorts often done in different art styles, the show had two cartoon hosts, Henry and June, who would introduce the shorts but often had their own plots and segments to themselves. Kablam ended up being a spin-off of live-action skit show, All That, and one of the more beloved shorts on Kablam eventually spun-off to its own show, Action League Now! Sadly, Kablam itself seems mostly forgotten nowadays, even among fans. While there were apparently at least some attempts to reference Henry and June in some of the later Nick video games, they’re largely a relic of the older days of the network. Admittedly, I’m not sure how you could fashion a moveset out of them, but making them a duo character might let you make some cool stuff happen? It’d just be cool to see them get a little nod in a game like this, is all. We call this a wishlist for a reason!

LET’S GET STUPID

As long as I have you here, let’s just go nuts with just how deep the rabbit hole can go here, shall we? If we want to use semantics, this game is called Nickelodeon All Star Brawl, rather than Nicktoons All Star Brawl, so that means the whole of Nickelodeon is up for grabs and we can go so much deeper. Kenan and Kel, Cousin Skeeter, Drake and Josh, the iCarly crew…oh man, the choices are endless! If I can have Danny Phantom deck Megan in the face, this game is the best crossover ever made. There’s a ton of deep cuts you could make as well; Alex Mack, you could have Clarissa explain everything, or maybe bring in the creepy puppets of Mr. Meaty. Some might say it doesn’t matter if they use the word Nicktoons or not…this game is clearly going to be cartoon characters only…but to that I say….remember Jojo Siwa?!

So our last stop on this absolutely derailed train of thought is going to end with Nick’s very odd connection to various internet celebrities. Jojo Siwa is pretty well known as a dancer, among other things, and for a time she’s actually had some manner of involvement with Nickelodeon, appearing in various programs and even the Kids Choice Awards, but her crowning achievement was being made playable in Nickelodeon Kart Racers 2. Now, if Jojo Siwa can race with Spongebob and Zim and such…I pose a single question that I’m certain you cannot refute…why not allow Fred to join the battle?

Yeah, that’s right; Fred! Once the world’s largest YouTuber, Fred Figglehorn not only got a guest spot on iCarly but his own television series AND several TV movies all on Nickelodeon. That’s more screen time than a LOT of Nicktoons out there got. Sure he’s not really a THING anymore but why let relevance stop us?! But you know, maybe we’re getting ahead of ourselves just a little tiny bit. This is the first game like this, so wouldn’t it make sense to start small and build off of that foundation? So maybe the world isn’t ready for Fred vs. Spongebob yet…wait for the sequel…or maybe DLC!

Yeah, imagine this game gets DLC support to rival Smash Ultimate! Imagine who they might include in a potential Fighter’s Pass! Maybe you flesh out the Avatar roster with a fan favorite like Zuko or Bolin, and add in other smaller series like Rocket Power or Catscratch down the line. Or have themed passes. Oh man, imagine the Nick At Nite Challenger Pack! Or the Nick Jr. Challenger Pack! Steve and Blue will mop the floor with the cast and leave them black and blue! Yes, this all seems perfectly plausible and worth wasting excess brain power on! Don’t let anyone tell you any different!

CONCLUSION

OK so to kind of drop the bit for a second…this game has some potential to be fun and placate some of Nick’s older fans, but I think a lot of people were getting pretty carried away with the possibilities this game offered. All in good fun, of course. To be honest, I think most people are just trying to have a laugh, as they apply hitbox jokes to the Spongebob cast or make up memes using Smash Bros. lingo with Nick characters. I think it’s all a riot, and enjoy seeing people getting both legitimately excited and also just…not getting super toxic about the game right from the get-go. If you follow the Smash Bros. speculation scene at all…it gets pretty gross as people care VERY much about which fictional characters show up in a video game they probably don’t even play that much if at all. Fans get angry when Character A or Franchise B are given Mii costumes or Spirit Events; rather than be happy to get a nod at all from one of the biggest gaming crossovers there is, they’d rather complain that things didn’t shake out the exact way they want. When I look at the reaction to Nickelodeon All Star Brawl, most are just happy to relive some childhood memories of shows they grew up with and still hold dear, and are mostly just in for a good time. If this game ends up being halfway decent on that end, then that’s even better! But realistically, this game isn’t going to have EVERY character we’d want, and it’s likely that certain sacrifices are going to be made (like voice acting) to get the game out at all. Even if everyone’s playing up their excitement and just messing around, it’s good to see the Internet seemingly happy over something for once, and this was a neat little writing prompt that let me get kind of nuts, so I’m happy for now.

Let’s hope this can be a brawl to remember!

-B

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

i....would love to hear some of your animal's names if you're up for it :)

OH MY GOSH YES.

I am always up for it.

I adore my babies so much that I will talk for ages about them.

If I don't want to talk about them, you know there's something wrong with me.

So here are some of them (not all, but some):

This is my baby girl Juniper Ann "Junie": She is nearly 3 years old (birthday is August 17th). I met her as a baby when she was red colored and took care of her. When I got home, me and my sister worked to try and get a pen set up for her because we could've taken her home if we wanted. But, only a few months later, we were able to bring her home for a decent price. The owner couldn't bring himself to butcher her. Anyway, she was wild when we got her and quite big. It took me a whole summer to tame her and now... words cannot describe how much I love her.

Ivy Anne: this is Junie’s daughter. She was born big and was running within three hours of birth. She was born huge too! Sadly, her destination is butcher, but she is gorgeous with black stripes lining her whole body (didn't have them in time of photo). Mama Cow Junie was not agressive towards us at all which is awesome because she was a first time mother.

Icky: Formally Echo, then Ecky, then finally Icky. This three year old hen is a Delaware hen and boy IS SHE LOUD! Anyway, this girl with amazing confirmation took home a blue in showing (a second blue, not first so she didn't qualify for champion, but dang is this chicken the stuff!)

Pyper: She is the baddie. I don't even count her as living for she is never around. She is brooding currently, but before she got broody she was stellar. I saw her this morning, caught her, and proclaimed her presence to my family. She was show material, even though she wouldn't ever compete for champion for this two year old is Whiting True Green which is in the crossbred egg type class.

Tabitha: Or "Tabi" as she is commonly called. She is three and since she was a pullet (hens under a year old) I've been trying to get a good show out of her. Third her first year, then second (small class, so no competition) because when Speckled Sussexes molt, they get more speckles. I was relying on her to molt, but of course she didn't. I only recall her having 1 molt and they should molt every year. Chickens sometimes...

Zack: Isn't he cute? He is one year old, and like a foot and a half long! But he is kind of skinny, which is probably because of his age and the fact that he hasn't filled out yet. Before his first birthday, he weighed 10 pounds. 10 pounds for an active, outdoor cat! And now he weighs even more. Slender, yes, he is so big that he walks around with a hunchback. In a couple years we are going to have a monster. But, said monster, is scared of two pound kittens and ran up a tree when he saw a feral cat.

Clover: This is my oldest cat at five years. As pretty as she is, she is the crankiest princess ever. Even when she got sick (yesterday we took her to the vet, it was just a cold) she was still growling and hissing. Clover has this "I don't care" attitude about everything and just states her presence and goes to take a nap on the couch. If you touch her, be warned she will tear your arm off. Unless she is in a sweat mood, then you may be lucky.

Leo: I have talked about him before. He has been in rehab since April. Everytime I get somewhere, he relapses. The dumb horse rolled down a hill and hurt a ligament in his right stifle and it doesn't help that he has arthritis everywhere (it is manageable, just irksome at the moment). A couple days ago, he bucked when my sister was leading him and kicked her hands. He broke one and gave her a couple hairline fractures on the other. Months ago, he bucked me off and I broke my rib (that was in November 2020, I still have problems with it) Other post here.

Anyway, that is just a few of them. I also didn't know if you wanted a full list of them or not so I did that too.

Chickens (in age order):

Allyberries (White Crested Black Polish)

Black Diamond (Silver Laced Wyandotte)

BDH (Silver Laced Wyandotte)

Sweet Baby (Silver Laced Wyandotte)

Pearl (Silver Laced Wyandotte)

Misty (Brown Laced Leghorn)

Sugar Moon (Brown Laced Leghorn)

Diann (Cuckoo Maran)

Snowflake (Cuckoo Maran)

Patricya (Cuckoo Maran)

Tiffanie (Welsumner)

Daffodil (Welsumner)

Icky (Delware)

Felicity (Delaware)

Tabitha (Speckled Sussex)

Lilac (Sapphire Gem)

Pyper (Whiting True Green)

Joey (Light Brahma)

Cheep (Whiting True Blue)

Peep (Whiting True Blue)

Thundercluck (Blue Laced Red Wyandotte)

Super Chow Wen (Blue Laced Red Wyandotte)

... all are female

Other Poultry (in age order):

Night Bagoo (Guinea Hen, female)

Dr. Sausage (Silver Appleyard Duck, male)

Mrytle (Silver Appleyard Duck, female)

Cats (in age order):

Clover

Zack

Maya

Theo

Cows (in age order):

Juniper (Brown Swiss)

Skylar (Scottish Highland)

Lucy (Scottish Highland) here

Rocky (Holstein)

Gypsy "Wee" as she is mostly called (Angus)

Alice (Scottish Highland) here

Vikki (Scottish Highland)

Ivy (Hereford/Brown Swiss x)

... all are girls but Rocky

Horse:

Leo (American Paint gelding)

Dog:

Luke (Saint Bernard/Greater Swiss Mountain Dog x)

Pigs: currently six, but only one is named (Winston) because all but him look similar. I have raised 19 in my whole life and all but five have been named.

Wild Animal Friends:

The Toad: she lived in the basement for as long as I remember and she still does

The Pheasant: poor guy can't get any ladies so he courts my hens. Let's just say that Pearl was not interested....

The Hummingbirds: every year we get a flock of hummingbirds. It started with Harmony and Hank and now the flock has grown.

There aren't too many, but I love them all and it is a perfect sized hobby farm!

[whoppert]

Wade Wilson Headcanons

lemme know if you have a request!!

love languages is acts of service and gift giving, Wade brings his friends gifts like a magpie, bonus points if they're weird or lewd

has a haunted porcelain doll

watched Kill Bill once and broke his hand trying to do the 2-inch punch (he absolutely did need to be dressed in Uma Thurman's jumpsuit for authenticity); obsessed with Lucy Liu (but not in a creepy way, just a massive fan); dislikes quentin tarantino and Wade once cut off his foot and sent it to him in the mail

once cut off his d*ck to see if it would grow back; used it to play dick in the box

will do ANYTHING for a dramatic entrance, including, but not limited to: releasing doves into the room with the bad guy before entering (came to regret it when he was covered in shit); wearing a full length wedding dress to a fight (his catchphrase at this point is 'what do you mean i'm overdressed?'); stealing Spider-Man's webshooters to swing in yelling "swat team coming thru! everybody get on the ground" before crashing into a pillar

USES THE BE MY EYES APP (pls look it up if you don't know it, it lets blind people video called sighted people to identify objects like what colour nail polish they have, or what letters are bills) AND IS SO EXCITED TO HELP, loves that he doesn't have to put on his mask to help

has all the Princess Diana merch he can get his hands on

once tracked down the Winter Soldier because he had a conspiracy theory that Bucky killed Diana and needed to confirm if it was true so he could know whether or not he had to kill Bucky

went as Prince Phillip for Halloween

has a Freddy Krueger cosplay tiktok and knows all the dances

religiously watches Say Yes to the Dress

thanks to @systemnovella for helping me come up with these while we were at work