#m: wells stutler

[godbluds]

☼ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 : ( wells stutler , son of ares . )

twigs , 𝐝𝐫𝐲 leaves crunch & snap underfoot against his desire to stay quiet . to remain 🇺​🇳​🇩​🇪​🇹​🇪​🇨​🇹​🇪​🇩​ by camp counselors or figureheads was no easy feat , yet the shroud of 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 overhead provides ˢᵒᵐᵉ semblance of cover . tired , wells pulls his pack further up the slope of a weary shoulder . ( 🇸​🇳​🇦​🇵​ ! ) he stops in his tracks . the sound had come from 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 , not below ... he waits , a few seconds pass ... 🇦​🇳​🇴​🇹​🇭​🇪​🇷​ twig snaps , just a few trees' breadths away. ❝ seriously ? ❞ boy turns , ᵖᵉᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ into the thick darkness . ❝ are you following me ? ❞

[rgerzaa]

both   hands   pushed   into   the   pockets   of   jeans   .   casually   dressed   with   the   hopes   of   not   getting   ʳᵉᶜᵒᵍᶰᶤᶻᵉᵈ   ,   base   cap   sitting   on   his   head   ,   pulled   down   low   to   throw   shade   on   his   eyes   .   not   to   be   seen   .   not   seeing   ANYONE   .   not   until   he   was   here   .   here   ,   where   he   didn’t   belong   ,   where   he   shouldn’t   have   come   .   wells   had   every   right   to   ask   ,   to   be   surprised   .   if   it   was   ᵗʰᵉ   ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ   ʷᵃʸ   around   he   would   have   reacted   the   same   way   .   captain   clears   his   throat   ,   head   tilted   up   .   desperate   attempt   to   see   HIM   even   though   he   knows   that   part   of   his   life   is   over   .   in   the   past   .   jasper   and   he:   ʰᶤˢᵗᵒʳʸ   .   “   i’m   ...   not   entirely   sure   .   “   short   awkward   twitch   of   the   corner   of   his   mouth   .   this   place   isn’t   going   to   give   him   what   he   had   hoped   for   .   “   i   thought   ...   coming   here   would   give   me   the   FINAL   CLOSURE   .   “   self-destructive   in   a   way   –   that   he   had   hoped   to   see   something   that’d   anger   him   enough   to   finally   say   fck   it   and   ᵇᵉ   ᶠʳᵉᵉ   ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰ   .   now   ,   instead   ,   ex’   best   friend   faced   .   “   my   bad   ,   sorry   .   i   didn’t   come   to   stir   the   pot   .   “   crap   ,   so   easily   making   a   fool   of   himself   .   so   obvious   to   the   fact   that   after   all   these   years   ,   he   still   knows   nothing   about   relationships   .   or   ending   them   .

@godbarks​   sent:   “   why   are   you   here   ?   “   

[no-side-us]

I found this interesting layout of 221B Baker Street by Russell Stutler which not only includes a bunch of neat easter eggs and references to previous stories:

But also attempts to reconcile with the peculiar descriptions found in The Mazarin Stone:

Here's a link to his website with way more in-depth explanations and his thought process on how he configured everything. It includes a better look at the small references, previous versions he's done, as well as a list of various lines describing 221B in case anyone else wants to take a crack at it.

[meganlpie]

Nonsensical Soulmark

I’ve had this idea in my head for a little while even though this isn’t a character I typically write for, but as Ducky has recently decided she likes “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice”, I’ve been getting a lot of ideas for one Maxim Horvath. So here you go! *Familiar Characters are not mine!*

Story: In a world where you have your soulmate’s age on your skin until you meet them, you are puzzled by your own mark. Not a number. A question mark. 

Warnings: Soulmate AU(surprise, surprise), angsty-ish. Open to writing a 2nd part. Not a normal fandom for me to write for.

Pairings: reader(written with fem! in mind, but no fem!pronouns were used), Maxim Horvath, Balthazar Blake x Veronica(mentioned), Dave Stutler.

When you reached a certain age, a number was supposed to appear on your skin. The number was supposedly the age your soulmate would be when you met them and it appeared in the first place your soulmate would touch your skin. The fact that your mark was on your wrist didn't faze you. What did bother you was the fact that your mark was…different. Instead of a number, you had a question mark glaring back up at you from your skin.

         It made absolutely no sense. How could the universe NOT know how old your soulmate would be when you met them? Your best friend, Dave, had been lucky. He met his soulmate at the ripe old age of ten. Granted, that was a rough time for him, but he had recently reconnected with her and things seemed to be going well aside from his new friend, Balthazar.

         You didn't care what Dave told everyone; that man was NOT his uncle. He wasn't your soulmate either. He had touched you, but it was the wrong wrist. Not that it mattered. You really didn't want for him to be your soulmate. He irritated you and he was most definitely not your type. You hoped your soulmate was nothing like Balthazar. And it seemed your hopes would be realized when you met him.

         Dave had asked you take Tank for a walk since he had been so busy with Balthazar. You'd reluctantly agreed so now you were entering Dave's "secret lab" of sorts to pick up the canine. You froze on the spot when you saw Balthazar being pinned to one of Dave's contraptions by, seemingly nothing. Two other people looked up at you and for a moment, it felt like a never ending staring contest.

         You completely ignored the Depeche Mode wannabe in favor of staring into the deep, dark eyes of the older gentlemen. Electricity crackled between you as you stared at one another. Then, as quickly as everything froze, chaos broke loose again.

         The feeling of moving against your will made you nauseous. You couldn't even process the fact that you were floating through the air toward the older gentleman you'd been gazing at. As soon as you were close to him, he grabbed your wrist. His grip wasn't tight. Only tight enough you couldn't get away. Without thinking, your hand came up of its own free will and smacked him across the face.

         His head whipped to the side and your eyes widened. You hadn't meant to do that. You weren't usually a violent person. But what surprised you more was that, as he turned back to you, something shimmered around his face. When the shimmering stopped you were greeted with sight of your name across his cheek. You gasped rather loudly as you registered that your felt like your wrist was on fire.

         The man dropped your wrist and whatever had been holding you up suddenly let go, sending you to the floor. That didn't faze you however as you instantly picked your hand up to look at your wrist. Sure enough, in place of the ridiculous question mark, there was now a name. Maxim Horvath.

         To your surprise, Balthazar began chuckling. You swung your eyes over to him for a moment. "Seems like your soulmark was right after all, wasn't it, Horvath?" The other gentleman, Maxim, glared at Balthazar with a venom you'd never seen before. The two of them continued a conversation that confused you. Something about a woman. As much as you didn't want it to hurt, it was clear Maxim wasn't happy about finding his soulmate.

         The next thing you knew, Maxim and his crony were leaving. His dark eyes met your gaze for a brief moment before he left. If you hadn't known better,  you could have sworn he looked guilty. Dave was at your side. "You okay?" You shook your head as tears began to fall. "No, David. I'm not freaking okay! All this time. All this time thinking the universe was against me and sure enough, I was right! I just met my soulmate and he wants NOTHING to do with me! Not to mention the weird crap that just happened right in front of me! When the hell were you going to tell me you went to Hogwarts, Dave?!" Dave laughed softly, shaking his head while Balthazar looked unimpressed.

         "Horvath has been looking for you for a long time," Balthazar interjected, earning a glare from you. You really didn't like that man. "I'm sorry, did you see the way he looked at me?" Balthazar nodded.

         "I did. His soulmark stopped making sense a long time ago for him so he set his sights on Veronica, a friend of us both and my soulmate. When Veronica inevitably chose me over him, Horvath's heart was broken. He tried every way possible to get rid of that soulmark because he didn't believe in destiny choosing for us, not when his heart yearned for another. But believe me when I say that Horvath needs you and he will come for you once he's had time to process. That's when we'll get the Grimhold."

         "Balthazar, no. We're not using Y/N as bait." Your glare at the older man hardened even further. "You know what, no. I'm not doing this. At all. If he wants to ignore whatever screwed up fate we're dealing with, that's fine. I can handle the consequences. But I won't be part of some little game between you and he over some woman." With that, you turned on your heel to leave as your mind raced with thoughts of the dark-eyed gentleman that would likely never accept you as his soulmate.

(a/n: Maxim is probably one of my favorite Molina characters besides Otto and I really enjoyed writing this. The next fic will be either a Gotham or a Harry Potter fic.)

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[bayjaruchel]

Whoops

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Pairing: Dave Stutler/AFAB Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You haven't seen Dave — your best friend — in a while, so you decide to pay him a visit. (4.4k) (originally posted on ao3)

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It was true that Dave got busy sometimes, with his classes and all. You didn't mind not seeing your best friend for a couple of days; it wasn't like you'd die without his semi-awkward presence. (Even if it sure felt like it sometimes, due to your incredible fondness for him that probably wasn't as platonic as it should've been.) 

However, this time, it'd been a solid week with absolutely no word from him. True, he'd given you the bare minimum of a heads-up. Some big project he had to bury himself in. But, seriously, he couldn't even bother to text? It bugged you. 

That was why you were here, outside his apartment, with the spare key in one hand and some leftovers in the other. You knew Dave well. When he was focused on something, he didn't think about much else. If your intuitions were correct, he was probably living off of stale chips right now. 

After turning the key in the lock, you stepped inside what could be described as a bachelor pad. Bennett was nowhere to be seen, which was a little sad since you did genuinely enjoy his company. Even if he was a little intense sometimes, who wasn't? He was friendly, usually greeting you from his normal perch on the couch. As your gaze darted to said (ugly) couch, you couldn't help but wonder what he was up to absentmindedly. 

You weren't here for him, though. So, you proceeded down the hallway to Dave's room. 

His door was closed. No surprise there, considering his current debacle. Probably wanted to work undisturbed. You felt a small pang of guilt upon the realization that you were disturbing him — but it was for a good cause, so you mentally shrugged it off, reaching for the doorknob. He probably wouldn't mind the company. 

That was when you heard it. 

A sound. It was quiet, but your ears still picked up on it. Almost like a … sigh? Not quite, though. You paused where you stood for a moment, unsure. 

Maybe Dave was just getting frustrated over something related to his project. Yeah, that was probably it. You reached for the doorknob again, not wanting to delay your grand entrance any further. 

And then. You heard something else. But it wasn't the sigh again. This time — and you clearly heard it, so you knew you couldn't be mistaken — it was a distinct whisper of your name. 

Was he … ? 

No. He couldn't be. No, he was just — well, you didn't know what he was doing, but it couldn't be that. You were going to walk in, give him the leftovers, and he'd thank you, probably looking like he hadn't slept in a week because he hadn't. That was what would happen, and you really didn't know why you were standing outside of his door, listening like some sort of … pervert. What was there to listen to, anyway? 

You opened the door, expecting to see Dave hunched over his laptop, eyebags a dull shade of purple. 

But. 

You didn't even register what you saw in its entirety. Instead, you processed it in little bits, like a bad Baz Luhrmann quick-cut montage. 

He was seated on his bed. Legs spread. Flushed a lovely pink. Head tilted backward; mouth opened in an almost pornographic, perfect 'O' —

You knew you shouldn’t be looking — but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him — cock flushed in his hand, a bead of precum at the tip that you suddenly had the urge to lick off. And as you kept looking, face heating up in an instant, he moaned again, in an almost pained-sounding tone. Under his breath, almost like a plea, he murmured something once more as his head lolled to the side. 

It was your name. Again. 

He was jerking off … to you. 

Regretfully, you dropped the plastic container of leftovers, which landed with a gentle thud just loud enough to alert Dave to your presence. 

His eyes flew open, and he scrambled backward, sending his sheets flying in the frantic process of covering himself. "Oh — oh my god! I — " Now his face was a flaming red, and it wasn't because of his previous activities. "I - I'm so sorry, oh my god, I should've noticed you, shit, shit— " 

You were speechless for a few moments, and he took that as a bad thing, bunching up the blankets in his fists. "... Shit. Okay. This is really, really bad," he muttered, more to himself than you, "Man, I couldn't even hear the front door open? Oh, god, this has got to be some sort of nightmare — " He made a couple of unintelligible noises, before raising his volume. 

" Uh." Refusing to make eye contact, he firmly fixed his eyes on one of his many posters. "You're … Probably mad at me. I'm sorry." 

A pause, which you didn't know how to fill. 

"You … " Dave just looked ashamed. Like he wanted to sink through the floor and never come back up again. You were all too familiar with that look, and it made your heart sink, despite your current situation. " … Overheard, right?" Utterly defeated, he lowered his gaze to his lap. 

Still in mild shock, you finally managed to speak. " … Yeah." 

"Shit." Burying his face in his hands, he seemed unable to look directly at you. 

You couldn't think of anything to say. The silence hung heavy in the air. 

Eventually, Dave broke it. His voice was muffled, but he still sounded completely embarrassed. 

"Well … I guess there's no use keeping it hidden now." He exhaled sharply before he dropped the second bombshell of the night that you probably should've seen coming. 

"I have … I've had feelings for you. Okay? Like, more-than-friendship feelings." Another sigh, and he pressed his face further into his palms, sounding increasingly self-deprecating. "It's stupid. Really. But I … I couldn't help it. It just happened." 

Voice trembling, Dave sounded almost helpless. Lost. "... I didn't want to tell you this way, okay? I had this whole, um, thing prepared about how much you mean to me, and … stuff like that, but … " He laughed, weakly. "There you go, I guess. You can go ahead and reject me now." 

"What?" You couldn't help but interject in disbelief. 

"It's fine, really." Dave's hands slid down an inch to reveal tired eyes. "No hard feelings. I get it. You only see me as a friend, I'm like a brother to you, etc. Whatever reasoning you have, it's okay. I get it." 

"But— " 

"Really!" He was almost hysterical at this point. "It's fine! I understand! If I walked in on something like this, I'd be pretty freaked out too, okay? Because—" 

"Hey— " 

"— right, it's super weird, and I really should've noticed but I was, uh, distracted — Jesus, that's not the point— " 

"Would you let me speak?" You interrupted, maybe a bit louder than you initially intended. 

But, he did shut up. And so you took the opportunity provided. 

"Who said I was going to reject you?" 

This time, it was his turn to gape, hands dropping into his lap, awkward ramblings fading into open surprise. It took him a little while to process the meaning of your statement, but when he did; you noticed his ears were a very unmistakable pink. The rest of his face was, too. But this time, he wasn't trying to hide it. That might've been because of his obvious bewilderment, though. 

He raised his fist to his mouth, clearing his throat.  

"Um, me?" 

You couldn't help but snort. "You're an idiot." 

Dave grimaced. "I probably deserve that." 

"No, it's not what you think." Picking up the fallen box of leftovers, you placed it on his dresser. Turning back to face him, you felt your heart beat faster. "Dave." 

"Yes?" He looked to be preparing himself for the worst. 

"I'm not going to reject you, because … " You took a steadying breath.  "I feel the same way." 

He inhaled, sharply. And then his tone dropped. Softly. 

"You do?" 

You moved a little closer to him, and when he made no move to scooch backward on his bed, you gingerly sat on the edge of the mattress farthest away from him. "Yeah," you replied, equally as hushed. "I do." 

His previous uncertainty slowly faded into relief, tension bleeding from his shoulders. Letting go of the sheets, which he'd been strangling with white-knuckled fists, he smoothed out his hair a little. Not that it'd do much, since his curls had a mind of their own. 

"Wow," he said at last, corners of his mouth curving upwards in a smile that made your chest swoop. "You do." 

"Right," you answered, beaming. 

For a second, you just looked at one another.

Ultimately, you weren't sure who leaned in or reached out first — but your brain only registered his lips on yours, and his thumb gently tracing your cheek. You'd only imagined what kissing him would feel like — and those were some pretty good feats of imagination — but even though he was slightly clumsy and inexperienced, this blew all of your idle daydreams out of the water. 

When you parted, Dave was staring at you like you were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. He opened his mouth — probably to say something profound, meaningful— but decided against it, and instead kissed you again. Not like you were complaining, anyway; you were at a loss for words yourself. 

At first, you kissed slowly. Sweetly. Passionately. Making up for lost time, you supposed. You were content, of course, because you'd already wanted this for so long. He was a quick learner, though, and within more than a few minutes had lost the touch of awkwardness he'd initially possessed. The hand on your cheek moved to cradle the back of your head, pulling you closer. You couldn't help threading your fingers through his hair, and he sighed into your mouth. 

Soon, though, it became clear that neither of you would be content with just slow kissing. And before long, you were practically making out with your best friend on his bed. He returned whatever you gave him, making little enthusiastic sounds now and then that did nothing but fuel your rising need. 

That, and the fact that when you shuffled closer to wrap your arms around his neck, his cock pressed against your thigh. 

He hissed immediately, eyes snapping open. " Oh - " 

"Look at that," you couldn't help but smirk. "Hello." 

Reluctantly, he looked up at you, bottom lip caught between his teeth. His pupils were blown wide, his lips red and slightly swollen. The sight alone was enough to make you intensely aware of your own … predicament. But not enough to make you lose focus. 

"Hi," he muttered shyly, and you could tell from just that word that he was already worked up. 

Smiling, you couldn't help but glance downward to see what you were working with; he squirmed a little when he noticed what you were doing. Upon quick observation, you assumed he was of average length and girth. But what he perhaps lacked in uniqueness, he made up for with the fact that he had a very pretty cock. You knew it would feel perfect inside you — but that was for another day. Now, though … 

"You wanna keep kissing?" Keeping your arms where they were, you didn't make a single move. 

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. "Yes," he breathed, "I'd — I'd like that." 

Dave seemed to like it when you licked into his mouth, legs gradually spreading just enough to fit you between his thighs. After your whispered insistence, his hands began to stray from just above your neck and eventually landed firmly on your waist. Even though his grip was strong, you detected that his fingers were trembling slightly. 

His breath hitched when you guided him to pull your shirt off, though he was a little reluctant to let you when you moved to help him out of his. But, he did let you eventually, allowing you a good few moments to rake your eyes over his slim torso before he leaned in to kiss you again, hands wandering over your bare back. Almost reverently, in how gentle his touch was. 

Although you were just as enraptured with his lips as he was with yours, you weren't oblivious to the little shivery motions he was making with his hips. Even though part of your brain was screaming at you to push him over and give him everything you had, you were also determined not to touch him where he needed it most until he made it clear that he wanted you to. 

It seemed that would be soon, after all, based on the near- whine he let out when you playfully nipped his lower lip. And you were right, of course, because not even five seconds later —

He leaned back just enough to break the kiss, with a wet sound that shouldn't have been as satisfying as it was. He wasn't quite panting yet, but he was getting there; you could practically feel the warm puffs of his breath, and almost instinctively you lowered your hands to loosely wrap around the back of his neck. 

Dave shivered, and his tongue darted out to nervously wet his lips, even though they were nowhere near dry. When he spoke, he sounded … bashful, but there was still an underlying layer of urgency, like the hardness still settled against your clothed inner thigh. "Uh," he murmured, flushing deeper, "can you …?" 

This was too good. Maybe it was a bit cruel of you to keep teasing him, but you were sure anybody in your position would understand your thought process. 

"Can I … what?" You stayed where you were. 

He gave you a look that could only be described as a pout. 

Cute as it was, he hadn't yet elaborated on what exactly he wanted out loud, and so, again, you didn't move. Finally, he seemed to understand what game you were playing, and let out a long sigh, pursing his lips. 

"Can you touch me?" He said under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. And then, he added a soft "... Please?" 

You smiled, inner sadist appeased. "Gladly." 

Moving your gaze back downward — oh, you wished you could take more time in mapping out the rest of his body, from the slight fuzz on his thighs to the faint freckles on his shoulders — but you'd assumed the amount of petting you'd exchanged was almost more than he could take. For now. 

Still, you knew you couldn't just reach out and grab it, even if that was probably what he wanted. 

Delicately, you traced down his torso, down over the thin line of dark hair leading down to coarser strands. Down to where he wanted you. When you made contact just below his stomach, his abdominal muscles involuntarily clenched. You smiled, ignoring his cock for a second to thumb indulgently at his soft inner thighs. 

He liked that, too. 

He liked it most, however, when you finally wrapped a hand around him. 

Dave's breath escaped in a shuddery gasp, hips lifting just a touch. "Oh,��God— " 

You didn't have much in the way of lube, so you couldn't go too fast. But he seemed to be enjoying himself, and the firm yet gentle strokes you were giving him. He enjoyed it enough that you noticed he was biting his lip again; probably in an attempt to keep any noises from escaping. It was understandable, but not something you wanted. 

"C'mon," you murmured, "I wanna hear you, okay? You were just fine earlier." Encouragingly, you thumbed over his tip. "Wanna hear that you're feeling good." 

"Okay," he breathed, "okay." 

You moved a little closer, watching him almost hungrily. You hadn't exactly expected him to be a master in bed, but not to this degree. Yeah, he wasn't smooth and tended to flee at the worst times. But you hadn't thought he'd fall apart this easily in your hands. 

He let out a long, drawn-out sigh that pitched up into an almost inaudible whimper when you twisted your wrist. Speeding up a little, but not too much for fear of creating too much friction, you did it again. His eyes fluttered shut as he made a quiet, choked noise, hips twitching upwards into your grip. 

You were quickly growing impatient, and after a few more minutes, you paused your movements and withdrew your hand. 

Dave's eyes flew open immediately, and he looked rather distraught. "Wh - why'd you stop?" He protested weakly, and you were only a tiny bit ashamed to admit you were proud of being the reason for his current state. 

Without skipping a beat, you spit into your palm and then offered it to him. 

"Go on. Spit." 

After he looked at you, confused, you raised your eyebrows. "I don't want to hurt you — and I'm assuming you don't have lube." 

His already-present flush darkened. "Ye - yeah, you're right. Um … " Hesitating, he lowered his head and then did as you said. You caught his grimace as he straightened back up, and couldn't help but snort. 

"Don't worry, I'll remember to bring some next time." 

"Oh, okay — wait, next ti—?" 

Dave's words devolved into a moan as you began pumping him again. " — Oh, ohh — '' 

This time, with the added slick, you could actually get somewhere. It was your turn to bite your lip as you observed— his mouth fell open, so pink and inviting, and you couldn't help but lean in to kiss him. He reciprocated eagerly, and you gratefully took in every noise he made, muffled against your lips. His hand reached up to cup your cheek again, his palm warm against your flushed skin. 

Again, you were aware of the potential mess you'd make in your underwear, but that was hardly important right now. Dave was taking everything you were giving him, and beautifully at that. You just had to tell him so, and you did, whilst pressing open-mouthed kisses down the side of his neck. 

He liked that a lot. He also liked when you nipped, gently— his answering gasp pitched up into another whimper, and you felt yourself throb. 

You stayed where you were, nose against his jugular as you continued jacking him off. "That's good?" You asked breathlessly, aware that you were losing your composure, but not doing much to stop it from happening. 

"Ye - yees," he panted, eyes half-lidded, "so, so — nnh — good — " 

"Were you already close when I walked in?" Not like you couldn't already tell, from how his slit was starting to dribble pre-cum — maybe he'd even been edging himself, there was too much for that not to be the case — but you wanted to hear him say it. You rubbed over his tip, relishing in the small whine it earned you. 

"I — " The hand against your jaw drew you closer to his neck, and you obliged, firmly kissing the same spots that had made him squirm before. He tilted his head backward to give you easier access. "Ye - yeah, I was — mhh — close, yeah — " A breathy noise, and his eyes squeezed shut. "Ohfuckplease — " 

"Please what?" You asked sweetly, before lightly scraping your teeth down to the divot between his neck and shoulder. 

Dave shuddered. "Please … please, I wanna … " His hand found the back of your head, pulling you closer, urging you to continue. "I wanna cum, please, let me— " 

You let out a small sound yourself, at the implication that you were entirely in control. He would finish all over his chest if you let him; desperation palpable, he was starting to thrust up into your fist. "Pleasepleaseplease," he murmured, "fuck, aah— don't stop— " 

As good as he sounded, you weren't done with him yet. There were a lot of things you wanted to do to Dave, but there was one thing specifically that you could do right now. So, you let go. His expression was priceless — and made you feel a little bad — dismay mixed with almost pathetic desperation shouldn't have been as hot as it was.

"Th - that's not fair," he whined, voice shaky, hips twitching up into nothing — "I literally just — I was so close—" 

"I know," you cooed, pressing an apologetic peck to his ruddy cheek. "But listen, okay? I'll make it up to you in a sec." 

It wasn't until you guided him to sit on the edge of the bed and sank to your knees between his trembling thighs that he realized what you meant. His lips parted soundlessly, and he looked down at you with a mix of apprehension and reverence. 

"A - are you sure?" He stammered as you kissed up his inner thigh. "I — that can't be comfortable for your knees, I should've gotten you a pillow or— " 

His prioritization of you made your heart ache, but his babbling wasn't really what you wanted to hear. The carpet was pretty fluffy, after all, and you had a feeling that you wouldn't be down here for long. Without much more hesitation, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, and slid the tip into your mouth. 

Dave's reaction was instant — a high-pitched exclamation that lowered into a moan as you gradually took more of him. You were grateful he wasn't too big; just thick enough that your mouth stretched a little to fit. His hands hovered awkwardly for a moment, but you sighed appreciatively as he tentatively placed one behind your head.  

You looked up at him after maybe half a minute, and he already looked gone. His eyes were shut tightly, mouth open — brow furrowed, he whimpered unabashedly as you swirled your tongue around him, determined to suck him to completion. Every so often, his thighs jerked, as if he was holding back from fucking into your mouth. 

Wrapping your hand around him again, you pulled off for a moment to breathe, before leaning in to mouth at his slit. All the while, you kept fisting his cock. 

Although you weren't the most aware of how much time had passed, you registered when he was close again — cupping his balls, lightly stroking his perineum. Pleas kept falling from his swollen lips as if he couldn't help it. 

"Ohh —" he whined, finally, "I'm gonna — gonna— " 

You felt him tense before he let out a long moan, followed by a few short ah, ah, ahs as you let him cum onto his stomach. His face contorted in pleasure, cock twitching as spurts of cum landed just below his heaving chest. 

Letting him ride it out, you stroked him gently until he was finished, pink-faced and satisfied. 

He let out a long sigh, smiling down at you. 

"Jeez." 

Only wincing a little, you got up and sat next to him. He instinctively went in for a kiss, but you backed away, snickering. "Hey, I just sucked your dick." 

"Don't care," he frowned, "kiss me." 

And how could you say no? He didn't even flinch when your lips met his, enthusiastically reciprocating the sweet, ridiculously passionate display of affection. In what would probably become a future habit, he thumbed your cheekbone after you parted. 

Suddenly, he was concerned again. "Wait." 

"What?" You blinked at him. "Something wrong?" 

Dave shook his head quickly. "No, no — well, maybe? I guess? I just— " He raised his other hand to cup your face. "I - I wanna …" 

Patiently, you asked again. "What?" 

"You didn't … You didn't cum, right?" His cheeks, though they were still flushed, darkened ever so slightly. "It's only fair if I … y'know, reciprocate, right?" 

You had to admit, you were a bit surprised. You'd expected him to collapse onto the bed and fall asleep right there. There wasn't anything wrong with that, not in the slightest. But his offer … You were suddenly aware of your pulse, throbbing within your sex. Nothing a little bathroom visit couldn't fix, but again, if he was willing to … 

The next few minutes were a blur. You had made it clear that you were okay with him just using his hand, but he'd insisted. And so, you'd repositioned yourself where he'd been earlier, and it was his turn to lower himself onto the ground. 

What he lacked in experience, he made up with sheer enthusiasm— taking you into his mouth, he sucked and licked almost feverishly, groaning at your taste. You were already worked up, so it wasn't long before you were threading your fingers through his curls, sighing as he found your most sensitive spots.

You apologized after the first time you accidentally pulled at his hair, but his answering whimper told all. 

Before long, you were cumming, and he seemed more than content to take it all, mouthing at you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life. 

Once you'd come down from your high, his lips were on yours again. Tasting yourself on him made you sigh into his mouth, eyelids suddenly heavy. 

"We should get cleaned up," you murmured, eyes flicking down his torso. "Or … I should clean you up. With a towel or something." 

A moment, in which neither of you moved. 

"Let's go together," he announced. And so you did. 

After wiping him off, and getting some water, you settled into his bed. It was dark out, the faint sounds of the city coming from outside the window. Drowsily, you tucked yourself into his bare chest, and he wrapped an arm around you. Despite his lean frame, he was warm. Very much so. You enjoyed the feeling of his body next to yours. 

"Does this mean we're dating?" Dave asked abruptly. 

You gave him a look, but he just shrugged the best he could in his position. "I don't know. Maybe this is, like, a friends-with-benefits situation? A — uh, what's the word? Fuckbuddies? I mean, really, it's up to you and whatever you want— " 

" I want to date you," you emphasized. "God damn it, I want to take you out and do all that mushy couple stuff." 

He was silent for a second, and then you both lapsed into quiet giggles. 

After he'd recovered, his eyes softened, leaning over to kiss your forehead. 

"I'm glad we're on the same page," he whispered. "You have no idea how happy I am right now." 

You fell asleep like that. Comfortably, tangled under his wrinkled sheets. You'd imagined this countless times, but that couldn't compare to the reality of the situation — Dave had pined for you, just like how you'd probably been pining for him since the sixth grade. 

The leftovers still sat on his dresser. 

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Labyrinth AU - Sequel

Chapter 4

AN: This chapter contains mentions of death, poison and injury.

Just as Maxim predicted Balthazar was indeed unconscious for a week.  During that time the wards constantly thrummed with energy which both relieved and worried you.  On the one hand, the constant thrumming of the wards meant that Balthazar was okay.  Even though you didn’t know the other sorcerer particularly well, he had earned your respect by allying himself alongside you, Dave, Maxim, and Drake against Rumplestiltskin.

On the other hand, the thrumming of the wards worried you because you feared that they would continue to absorb magic from Balthazar and you also feared that because they were absorbing his magic, they would continue to do so until there was nothing left of the sorcerer’s magic which would result in his death. 

There wasn’t time for you to voice your concerns though because the castle was constantly busy.  Even though they had been hiding from Rumplestiltskin, the goblins had felt the other sorcerer’s presence and had begun to prepare for war.  Every time that you glimpsed a goblin, they were dressed in heavy looking armour and they were wearing constant scowls.

If that wasn’t enough, goblins were constantly turning up at the castle doors vowing to fight Rumplestiltskin.  Most of them were warrior goblins although there were quite a few goblins who specialised in magic as well.  You were thankful that you lived in a castle but you weren’t blind to the fact that you were beginning to run out of room in the castle for all the goblins and space for all of their weapons. 

They were adamant in their desire to fight stating that their magic would be of no concern to Rumplestiltskin as it was actually poisonous to him.  You admired their enthusiasm and willingness to fight even as you wondered how many of them wouldn’t be returning from the battle with Rumplestiltskin.  Your heart lurched painfully every time you considered the possibility of Maxim, Dave, or Drake not returning to you.

Maxim kept his promise and continued to train the three of you and while you admired the King’s dedication, the resentful part of you that just wanted to lie safely in Maxim’s arms was growing stronger every day.  At the moment you were channelling your frustration into your magic and spell casting but you weren’t sure how long you could keep doing that and you were pretty sure that Maxim had cottoned on to how you were feeling.

You weren’t the only person struggling. 

The king continuously maintained a tight grip on his cane.  The look in his eyes was a mix of weariness and determination.  There was still the familiar tenderness in his gaze when he looked at you but he was harsher in his orders to the goblins and much more demanding when it came to your training sessions which proved to be a problem especially when it came to Dave and Drake.

Dave’s spell casting had taken on more of a lethal edge while Drake’s spells had completely lost their effectiveness.  Both of the men had become snappish and while you could understand the reasons behind their actions, their new attitude was only adding to your frustration.

Tensions reached boiling point during your next training session after Maxim had left accompanied by a rather worried looking goblin.

“Where was this fire during your first duel with me, Stutler?” Drake questioned condescendingly.  “You may have actually stood a chance against me if you had showed this kind of fire then.”

“I’d be more impressed with your backhanded praise if you were able to demonstrate any type of proficiency in your spell work.  Have you noticed that you’re now the one who is unable to maintain control over even the simplest of spells?  I mastered the plasma bolt faster!”

Without a word, you stalked out of the training room and not looking behind you although you could still hear the raised voices of Dave and Drake, you walked through the castle mindlessly and you came to an abrupt stop when a door opened right in front of you.

“APOLOGIES YOUR MAJESTY!  I DID NOT REALISE YOU WERE STANDING THERE!”  The goblin explained once they had exited the room and spotted you.

Taken aback by the volume of the goblin’s voice, you needed a few moments to gather your thoughts.  You realised that you were standing in front of the room that Balthazar was using to recover.

Needing to focus on something, you addressed the goblin, “Has there been any change with Balthazar?”

The goblin grinned, “WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME?”

“Who else…?” You trailed off as the goblin’s meaning sunk in and you stepped around the door to peer inside the room.

“What did I miss?” Balthazar grimaced, sitting up in the bed.

[roseguided]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘. why would it ? it’s one of the many holidays for humans where they buy one another overpriced gifts to show their love to each other. it’s not that she’s against that idea, but the over marketed ones like this—ads for valentine’s day for weeks, all of the themed candies & teddy bears. to her, who’s had it thrown at her for so long & even had partners try to give her things, it feels bothersome. however, when wells comes over with an entirely different idea for the occasion, one certainly more to her liking, wednesday can’t help but grin. to find it somewhat endearing of him. ❛ so, instead of offering me overpriced flowers or a teddy bear with a ribbon on it, ❜ the vampire muses where they stand in the doorway to her living room, ❛ you . . want to be my present ? “human food” as you put it. ❜ as if she’d pass up on the chance to feed off of him.

[ * @unfaes liked for a valentines starter ! > wednesday addams to wells stutler. status: accepting. ]

[mythvlogie-archived]

NOSTRILS BURNING WITH THE SUBSTANCE INGESTED, the male finally relaxes into her couch. loose muscles and mellow expression, elio plays with black strands of hair falling onto the girls shoulders. “ did you miss me? ” the answer is most likely no ------------ nobody misses the catalyst when it’s calm out, at least, most people don’t. isobella is different. “ good shit, by the way. ” he lazily gestures towards the pills on the table. “ how’d you procure it, huh? ” ( @badintentionc )

[hyacinths-recs]

A Mingling of Magics: The Legacy of Merlin, by Astraea802 (@astraea802) (K+)

It is October 2010, and Dave Stutler is having a rough week. After trying for ten years to forget the magical events of the birthday that landed him in therapy, the NYU physics major finds that the two sorcerers responsible for those events have returned, entangling him in a war that will decide the fate of the world. One in which he, the Prime Merlinean, is at the center. Dave, having finally had enough, was resolved to abandon his training… Until his magic ring dropped two strangers at his feet.

The first is Miles, a 17-year-old Avalon High honors student and fellow fledgling magician, who has had his fair share of evil plots and destinies to deal with himself (though he won't go into details).

The second is… well… Merlin. Which does not bode well.

As the three become involved in a battle of good and evil that has been raging since Merlin's era, they discover foes of Camelot's past, startling truths about their destinies, and a connection to each other that proves their meeting to be more than accidental. Time travel, crossover, and reincarnation fic. In Merlin's timeline, this takes place between Series 3's "The Sorcerer's Shadow" and "The Coming of Arthur, Part 1."

The idea for this fic is so well thought I sometimes forget I hated Avalon High. I love how Astraea802 went about writing the crossover of the century. Can't wait for it to be updated again so that I can read more. Could use a reread.

[disneytva]

Disney Branded Television Promotes Disney Television Animation Music Executives Jay Stutler &  Mark Karafilis To Disney Branded Television Music VPs on Animation.

Two music executives at Disney Branded Television - Mark Karafilis and Jay Stutler- have each been promoted in their respective areas of music expertise  by Ayo Davis, president, Disney Branded Television.

Mark Karafilis moves up from executive director to vice president, Music Production, Television Animation, Disney Branded Television. He oversees all aspects of music production and also works on musical direction for TV Animation's slate of series for Disney+, Disney Channel and Disney Junior, and he manages the delivery of Disney Television Animation's musical assets for video releases, consumer products and Walt Disney Records soundtracks. He reports to Jay Stutler, senior vice president, Music, Television Animation, Disney Branded Television.

Jay Stutler moves up from vice president to senior vice president, Music, Television Animation, Disney Branded Television. A Disney executive since 2000, he continues to lead the original music creative direction for all animated series, movies and specials produced by and through Disney Television Animation (TVA) for Disney Channel and Disney Junior, including "Phineas and Ferb," "DuckTales," the Peabody Award-winning "Doc McStuffins," and the Emmy Award-winning "Elena of Avalor," "Sofia the First" and "Mickey Mouse" cartoon shorts. He reports to Meredith Roberts, senior vice president and general manager, Television Animation, Disney Branded Television.

Both will oversee future music work of upcoming musical series: Rise Up Sing Out, Kiff, Hamster And Gretel, Hailey’s On It, Alice’s Wonderland Bakery, Eureka!,Pupstruction, Firebuds and Primos as well upcoming unnanounced Disney Channel and Disney Junior upcoming musical animated series along with the upcoming Disney Television Animation Original Musical Film: School For Sensitivy Souls

Collectively, Vincent, Stutler and Karafilis have supervised the creative direction of tens of thousands of original songs for kids and family programming, including some of the most iconic songs for generations of kids. They continue to play central roles in creating unique and compelling music for Disney branded animated and live-action series and movies and making Disney Channels a primary force in music for kids and families.

[dukereviewsxtra]

Duke Reviews Xtra: The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Another Duke Reviews Xtra Where We Continue Our Look At Disney...

Last Sunday On Duke Reviews, I Reviewed Disney's Fantasia Which Features Mickey As The Sorcerer's Apprentice Well, Today We're Going To Switch Mickey With The Voice Of Hiccup From How To Train Your Dragon In Jerry Bruckheimer's Version Of The Sorcerer's Apprentice...

This Film Stars Nicholas Cage As Balthazar Blake, Who Is A Sorcerer In Modern Day Manhattan That Fights Against The Forces Of Evil In Particular, His Arch Nemesis And Former Partner, Maxim Horvath (Played By Doc Ock) While Searching For The Prime Merlinean, The Person Who Will Inherit Merlin's Powers...

This Turns Out To Be Dave Stutler (Played By Jay Baruchel) A Physics Student Who Balthazar Takes As His Apprentice, Giving Dave A Crash Course In The Art And Science Of Magic And Sorcery So They Can Stop Horvath And Morgana Le Fay From Raising The Souls Of Her Evil Dead Servants So They Can Take Over The World...

Will Dave And Balthazar Stop Them?

Let's Find Out As We Watch The Sorcerer's Apprentice...

The Movie Starts With An Intro By Ian McShane...

Balthazar Spends The Ages Trying To Find The Prime Merlinean With No Child Being Successful Until The Year 2000...

When A 10 Year Old Named Dave Stutler (Played By Ben Stiller's Son From Night At The Museum) Encounters Balthazar In His Antique Store, After Straying Away From His Class Field Trip. Giving Dave The Dragon Figurine, It Comes To Life And Forms A Ring On Dave's Finger, Revealing Dave To Be The Prime Merlinean...

But When Balthazar Goes To Get A Book Of Spells For Dave, Dave Accidentally Knocks Over The Grimhold, Releasing Horvath From His Prison...

(Start At 2:34)

Found By His Classmates And Teacher, Dave Is Ridiculed By His Classmates When He Tells Them What He Saw Only For The Shop To Be Completely Empty, But Either Way Dave Keeps The Ring...

Fast Forwarding 20 Years Later, Dave Is Now A Physics Student At NYU Where He Meets His Childhood Crush, Becky Barnes (Played By Teresa Palmer)...

No, Not Bucky Barnes, Becky Barnes Though The Possibility Of Relation Can Be Questioned...

With His Feelings For Her Quickly Coming Back, He Repairs The Transmitting Mast Of The Radio Station She Works At After It Is Struck By Lightning. Released From The Urn After 10 Years, Horvath And Balthazar Escape To Continue Their Missions With Horvath Being The First To Get To Dave..

(Start At 0:38)

Landing On Top Of The Chrysler Building, Dave Refuses To Help Balthazar As He's Been Under Psychiatric Care Since They First Met But Saying That Once They Get The Grimhold, He'll Leave, Dave Decides To Help By Taking Balthazar To Chinatown Where It Has Been Located While Giving Dave Sorcery 101...

But When They Get There They Discover That Horvath Has The Grimhold And He Has Unleashed One Of The Evil Sorcerers That Was Inside Of It With This One Being A Chinese Warlock Named Sun-Lok, Who Fights Balthazar Until It Ends Up On The Streets Of Chinatown...

(End At 2:47)

Changing His Mind After Defeating Sun-Lok, Dave Becomes Balthazar's Apprentice, Giving Him A Book That Holds The History Of Sorcery As Dave Agrees To Take On The Responsibility Of Being His Apprentice...

Meanwhile, Horvath Goes To Visit A Current Evil Sorcerer Named Drake Stone, Who Is A Criss Angel Type Magician (Played By Doctor Doom From Fan4stic) To Ask For His Help Against Balthazar And Dave...

Taking A Break On A Bench, Balthazar And Dave On A Bench Across From Becky's Radio Station. Figuring Out That Dave Likes Her, Balthazar Is Somewhat Negative On The Relationship Stating That Love Is Not Good For A Sorcerer...

But Dave Follows Her To A Subway Station Where A Mugger Robs Them At Gunpoint, Stealing Becky's Grandmother's Bracelet But Chasing After The Mugger, Dave Uses His Magic To Knock Him Out And Return Becky's Stuff, Impressing Her...

The Next Day, Horvath Plans To Use The Satellite Dishes In The Financial District When The Spell Is Cast By Morgana, While Balthazar Continues Training Dave Only To Be Interrupted By Becky Who Comes Over For Dave To Tutor Her In Physics. Despite Trying To Put A Dampener On Their Relationship, Balthazar Leaves..

Showing Off His Tesla Coils, Dave Uses Them To Make Musical Sounds From Stevie Wonder's Superstition...

To OneRepublic...

So He Can Impress Becky...

It's Not Quite Can You Feel The Love Tonight But...It Works...

But As Becky And Dave Start Somewhat Of A Relationship, Dave Gets Encountered In The Bathroom By Stone And Horvath, Who Ask Dave Where The Grimhold Is After Telling Him The Truth That Veronica Is Inside Of The Grimhold...

Saved By Balthazar, Who Traps Horvath Inside Of A Mirror Temporarily And Knocks Out Stone, Dave Tells Him That He's Tired Of The Lies And Wants To Know The Truth Which Leads Balthazar To Tell Dave The Entire Backstory Again So That Dave Will Know Everything..

Getting Ready For His Date, Dave Attempts To Clean Up The Lab But Frustrated At The Mess, Dave Brings A Broom To Life Which Leads To A Recreation Of The Sorcerer's Apprentice Scene From Fantasia...

(Start At 0:25)

And Yes, I Know That Some People Complained That "They F-ed This Up This Is In No Way As Good As Fantasia!" And While That's True I Still Like This Scene For What It Is, The Actual Sorcerer's Apprentice Scene With Hiccup From How To Train Your Dragon...

Chastising Dave For Using Magic As A Shortcut, Dave And Balthazar Get Into A Big Fight Which Leads Dave To Storm Out In Anger...

Seeing Becky With Her Friends, Dave Leaves In Defeat Feeling Like He Doesn't Belong But Following Him To The Rooftop Where Balthazar Had Taken Him, Dave Is About To Throw Away The Ring, But She Stops Him, Saying That Nothing Is Ruined And That She Really Cares About Him...

Disguised As Dave, Drake Traps Balthazar So Horvath Can Search The Lab To Find The Grimhold As Horvath Reveals That The Reason He Turned Evil Was Because He Was Jealous Of Veronica Choosing Balthazar Over Him...

But Freeing Himself Balthazar Fights Horvath And Almost Loses Until The Real Dave Arrives To Save Him But Unfortunately Drake And Horvath Manage To Find The Grimhold And Leave With It...

Following Them In Balthazar's Car In A Chase That Ends Up In The Mirror Dimension From Doctor Strange, Horvath And Drake Still Get Away By Turning A Person Into A Veronica Look Alike...

Knowing That Balthazar Let Horvath Go For That Reason, Balthazar Finally Comes Clean That Veronica Was His One True Love Which Leads Dave To Decide That They Are Going To Get Veronica Out Of The Grimhold And Destroy Morgana Forever...

Back At Drake's Apartment, Drake Wonders How They're Going To Open The Last 2 Shells Of The Grimhold Only For Horvath To Use A Parasite Spell To Steal Drake's Powers And Life Force...

So He Can Open The Next Shell Which Releases Abigail Williams, A Witch From The Salem Witch Trials Who Kidnaps Becky At The Radio Station But Unfortunately After That, Horvath Uses The Parasite Spell On Her So He Can Eventually Free Morgana...

I Guess It Just Comes Down To...

Arriving At Drake's Apartment For The Grimhold, Balthazar Gets Caught In A Persian Rug Quick Sand Trap While Dave Gets The Grimhold Only For Horvath To Enter With Becky With His Cane On Her Throat Stating To Give Him The Ring And The Grimhold Or Becky Dies...

Realizing He Has No Other Option, Dave Does Just That Only For Horvath To Fire A Energy Bolt At Becky And Dave Which They Dodge And Flee As Balthazar Escapes The Quick Sand Trap...

Apologizing To Balthazar For Failing, He Accepts Saying That He Would Have Done The Same Thing Before Flying Away On A Giant Metal Eagle To Becky's Shock...

Dave Tries Dropping Off Becky But She Won't Have It As She's Involved Now So They Come Up With A Plan To Use Dave's Tesla Coils Strapped To Balthazar's Car To Defeat Morgana As Horvath Unleashes Morgana From The Grimhold In Battery Park...

Finding Them, Balthazar Fights Horvath Off As He Raises The Bull Market Bull Statue To Life So It Can Chase Balthazar. Believing Himself To Be Victorious, Dave Arrives To Halt Horvath's Celebration By Using Tesla Coils To Destroy His Cane, Defeating Him And The Bull..

But As That Happens, Becky Disrupts The Spell By Moving One Of The Satellites Which Leaves Balthazar To Suck Morgana's Soul Into His Body, Freeing Veronica...

With Balthazar Not Breathing, Dave Uses His Magic To Resuscitate Him So He'll Live Happily Ever After With Veronica As Becky Arrives For Her And Dave To Live Happily Ever After By Taking The Giant Eagle To Paris...

We Get An End Credits Scene Which Reveals That Horvath Will Return In A Sequel That Will Never Happen Thanks To Everyone, Who Didn't Like This Film...

And That's The Sorcerer's Apprentice And How Could Anyone Not Like This Movie?

The Story Is Great, The Action Scenes Are Amazing, The Cast Was Good, I Just Honestly Enjoyed It As Much As I Enjoyed The National Treasurer Movies Who's Director Jon Turtletaub Directed This..

You Know Some People Consider This As One Of The Disney Reboots But I Seriously Don't And The People That Do Are Idiots Only Question I Have Is Why Did This Movie Not Do Great?, Is It Because There Wasn't A Nicholas Cage Freak Out In It?

Newsflash! We Do Not Need A Nicholas Cage Freak Out In Every Movie He's In!

The First National Treasurer Movie Didn't Have A Nicholas Cage Freak Out And Look How Well That Did At The Box Office Where The Second One Did And Look How Bad That One Ended Up, I Still Like The Second National Treasurer Movie And I'll See The Thrid One When And If It Comes Out But Still...

Either Way I Say Don't Listen To The Haters And See This Movie...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off

[astraea802]

Title: A Mingling of Magics

Fandoms: Merlin BBC, The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (2010), Avalon High (2010)

Rating: General Audiences

Chapters: 15/?

Summary:

"Well then, I guess introductions are in order,” the high-schooler said[...].“I’m Miles.” The college student waved. “Dave.” The boy in the neckerchief, quite nonchalantly, said, “Merlin.” The air seemed to still. The friendly smiles of the two other sorcerers slipped off, both letting a single word drop from their lips: “What.”

New York, 2010: Dave Stutler, heir to Merlin's power, tries to escape his destiny. Then his ring had to go and summon Merlin from the past.

Along with Miles, a secretive young wizard also summoned by the ring, the three become involved in a battle of good and evil that has been raging since Camelot and discover foes of Camelot's past, startling truths about their destinies, and a connection to each other that proves their meeting to be more than accidental.

Can the three sorcerers face the demons from their past and save the world? 

Post-Sorcerer's Shadow AU, time travel, crossover, reincarnation.

[askstorykids-hq]

Attention students! One new student has been permitted by their parents to attend Auradon Prep! Please welcome:

Finn Stutler, son of Dave & Becky! [The Sorcerer’s Apprentice]

Magic is nothing new to Finn. It's just a question of the type you want.

The city certainly had an eclectic way of bringing up those within it. Finn explored an extremely diverse culture base for some time before picking up witchcraft.

To which the sorcerers of his family responded, "What?"

Because yes, Finn was just as much a sorcerer as his father, Uncle Balthazar, and Aunt Veronica. So the witchcraft thing was quite a surprise and little bit confusing but a lot hilarious especially to sibling Ronnie.

It was best understood and respected by his best friend, Dillard Cole. Probably because Dillard was the one who introduced him. The two did everything together, so it wasn't as though anyone in the family could truly be surprised per se, but they certainly were confused.

Things changed when Dillard got sick, but not in every way. The boys were still inseparable and did as much as they could together between Dillard's hospital stays. It wasn't easy but the two made it work and managed fully.

And then Dillard died due to his cancer, and Finn was left freefalling without his best friend.

It killed him, metaphorically in any case, and everyone at home knew it. He closed up in his grief and couldn't be reached for a long time by any of them, not even Ronnie though they tried. It was finally Becky who managed to get him to open up again, slowly but surely, until he was... almost, back to himself. At least, most of the way.

It wasn't perfect by a long shot. He struggled to make friends again, especially when Hunter left for Auradon Prep. He lashed out a lot more at school, especially towards classmates who were cruel towards him and Dillard within his lifetime. Until one day he begged his parents to let him move to Auradon Prep with Hunter.

And he doesn't expect it to be perfect. He just wants to try.

Finn can be closed off and hard-pressed to make friends, though he plans to make more of an effort now that he's away from New York. He loves his family and would do anything for them. Of course, he's a sorcerer and a witch to boot, and it's weird navigating and balancing his life, but he's giving it his best shot.

He's well meaning and a natural born leader if he ever shakes himself of his grief again. Best of all, Finn is willing to try, and at the end of the day, that's all he can do.

Destini, you have 24 hours to send in your blog URL/post in-character content on the multimuse blog! The follow notice will be posted as soon as possible. Thank you for applying, and welcome to the group!

[rm-multi-fandom-fanfiction]

By: PrincessTriSarahTops

This is the story of David Stutler an average physics nerd going through life with his head down. Dave's world is thrown upside down when he must work with Balthazar Blake to stop the evil sorcerer, Maxim Horvath. Throw in Dave's Well liked sister Rose, who’s come to NYC for a visit, you have a recipe for Disaster! OC/Balthazar pairing.

[nicolascageisgreat]

July 25, 2017--The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

The last few really weren’t my thing, so I decided to pop in one of my favorites.

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice comes to us from 2010 and is loosely based on the iconic scene from Fantasia where Mickey brings the brooms to life as a cleaning shortcut and havoc ensues.  Of course, you can’t make an entire movie based on a short, so they fleshed things out rather a lot.

Our beloved Nicolas plays sorcerer Balthazar Blake, one of three apprentices trained by Merlin himself.  Balthazar has been looking for the heir to Merlin’s power so that Morgana Le Fée can finally be defeated, once and for all.  Enter David Stutler, played by Jay Baruchel.  Dave has a chance encounter with Balthazar as a child, and when we next see him, he’s a total physics nerd and a disturbingly accurate Mickey Mouse as a human.  Balthazar comes back to train him, there’s much zany action and fun with tesla coils, there are villainous villians, the pretty girl that got away, and, of course, the iconic mop scene.

Now, I’ve got a soft spot for urban fantasy, so this one was pretty much destined to become a favorite for me. I’m going to try to be objective, though, don’t worry.

Overall, everyone does a great job in this.  It’s fun and light, and the effects are well done.  It’s pretty clear that everyone is having a blast.  Of course, as we know, Nic is quite the nerd himself, so we know how much fun he had playing the mysterious sorcerer Balthazar, and that enjoyment really comes through.  Honestly, Nic should play grouchy old wizards more often, he does it splendidly.

I could go on into gory detail about all of the cool stuff and funny jokes (seriously, there’s some awesome tesla coil effects), but you really should watch it for yourself.  It’s a light and fun feel good movie, perfect for a night when you’re feeling kind of down.

Four Nicolas Cages out of five because it’s a favorite, but I’m still trying to be objective.

[youcoolbaby]

“Please allow me the privilege of telling you the story of the stupidest thing I ever did.

I know what you're thinking. With all the bonehead decisions Clint McElroy has made in his 57 percent of a century lifespan, what could possibly qualify as the stupidest?

I have always wanted a daughter. When Leslie was pregnant the first time, we were convinced she was carrying Megan Elizabeth McElroy. Justin caught us with our pants down when he showed up (when he was conceived too but why share those sordid details). We didn't even have a boy's name picked out. We had it narrowed down to three and he chose his own name there on the scales in the Delivery Room, but that's another column for the future.

Exactly three years later, we were anxiously awaiting the arrival of Catherine Gail McElroy, and surprise, surprise, Travis made an entrance instead. We should have taken that as a sign: Travis ALWAYS makes an entrance.

When pregnancy test No. 3 said: "Brace yourself - here comes another one," I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt it was going to be my little girl.

You see, I had this dream. THE BIG DREAM, I called it. More like a prophecy, really, because I could close my eyes and see it. There we were at her wedding reception, dancing that first dance to "At the Ballet," her dainty feet dodging my big clod-hoppers as we moved across the dance floor. She would look up at me and say, "I love you, Daddy." My heart would do flip-flops just thinking about it. I cherished THE BIG DREAM.

This time we wanted no surprises. We actually had the ultrasound. My lovely swollen wife lay back on the table, the doctor smeared that ice-cold goo across her belly, put the device on her and we looked at the screen and saw my beautiful unborn child.

My beautiful unborn MALE child.

There was no doubt about it, because he turned sideways for a profile shot that left NO question in your mind. (In retrospect: SO Griffin.)

But it was there in that doctor's office that I did the stupidest thing I ever did. For a fleeting nanosecond - I mean less time than a gnat batting an eyelash - I let a teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy look of disappoint cross my face.

And Les saw it.

Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy.

To this day, I can see the expression on her face. So hurt. Crushed, even. She wanted to see her adoring husband beaming with the happiness that the life he had helped create was indeed there, with a strong heartbeat, and an apparent leaning towards exhibitionism.

But what did Daddy the Dope do? Let her see his molecule of disappointment.

Happily, I can tell you that I never saw that hurt, crushed expression on her face ever again, and the fact that she didn't boot my sorry behind to the curb then and there is indicative of what a remarkable woman she was.

Understand this: I wouldn't change one genetic strand of my three boys. There has never been a father as proud of his children as myself. They are talented, accomplished, funny, intelligent young men who have grown into truly GOOD people. If you know anything about me, through the radio, through these columns or conversation you know how I feel about Juice, Scraps and Ditto. Of all the things I have created in my life, they are the best things I have ever been a part of.

And what do you know: I got daughters after all.

First came Sydnee, super-smart doctor, hilarious podcaster and gifted director of plays. She didn't become my daughter in a delivery room but in a church, when she married Justin, filling a void in his life... and all the McElroys' lives.

The second came through marriage as well, when I married Carol. My stepdaughter Abby is warm and loving, a tremendous mom and a talented photographer. I'm pretty sure she loved me before Carol did. So she is wise indeed.

And now, plans are underway to add TWO more daughters to the roster: two columns from now (Fall of 2013, I believe), I will be writing about the wedding of Travis and his bride-to-be Teresa. This daughter has the biggest, most tender heart of anyone I've ever met in my time on this big blue marble. She is a wonderful actress, and a lifesaver, literally and figuratively. She certainly has saved Travis' life.

And most recently, Rachel stepped into the on-deck circle. Griffin popped the question on one knee, surrounded by red roses and illuminated by Christmas lights, and with the uttering of a single "Yes," she became my next daughter-to-be. She is brilliant, insightful and totally charming. Griffin fell for her the first time he met her, and to be honest, so did Carol and I.

The philosopher Betsy Stutler once told me: "You always wanted girls and now you will have FOUR. You are blessed."

Yes, ma'am I am. On so many levels.

You see, I am already WAY ahead of the game. My BIG DREAM will actually come true four times.

I danced with Daughter Sydnee at her wedding reception. I danced with Daughter Abby at hers. Two down, two to go.

Daughter-To-Be Teresa, Daughter-To-Be Rachel: consider yourselves warned. These big clodhoppers have actually grown over the years.

Just like my love for my four daughters.

AND THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES...”