#me and my brother have a disney curse i fear

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cursed to always be compared to anna from frozen 😔

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[normal-internet-user]

Hello! Can I plz ask for the ROTTMNT brothers (separately) react to their s/o being cute and innocent? Like they love watching animated movies, become a blushing mess if there's a kissing scene or in real life, love to draw, cook/bake, and dance, also are curious about everything. Oh, and they don't understand dirty jokes and if someone curses they put a hand over their mouth and look flabbergasted. They also are shorter than them and have small hands.

THIS IS GONNA BE SO CUTE I'M CRYING!!

RISE BOY'S WITH AN INNOCENT S/O

Mikey:

Oh mi gosh,

You two are the most wholesome couple this side of anywhere.

Literally two peas in a pod.

Disney movies every movie night,

You bake together,

You draw together,

And he loves watching you dance around.

One of your favorite things to do is to walk around the city at night,

Just to see what you'll find.

He loves how easily flustered you are,

He thinks it's just the cutest!

Mikey thinks it's hilarious how shocked you get when someone swears.

You'd think someone just killed your grandmother!

The first time it happened is a treasured memory for the whole family.

Leo had fallen off his skateboard and smacked his face on the ground.

"Shit!"

*Le gasp* "Language! Oh my gosh!"

Everyone just kinda looked at you then started laughing.

Mikey loves how much shorter than him you are.

I mean sure, it's only a few inches,

But he likes to rest his head ontop of your's.

Leo loves to make "That's what she said" jokes around you,

Mikey hates it,

He's scared you'll lose your innocence.

But everytime Leo goes, "That's what she said!"

You'll just look at him and say, "That's what who said? Who is 'She'? And why won't anyone tell me for gosh sake??"

"I'll tell you when you're older Cutie Pie."

You and Mikey are literally the sweetest couple, like, ever!

Donnie:

He finds your innocence impressive.

With the excistence of the internet,

He assumed there were no innocent teenagers left.

But you are on a whole new level of innocent.

And he thinks it's adorable.

Donnie does his best to shield you from Leo's jokes,

Because he is not about to let you be ruined by his brothers' crude sense of humor.

So imagine his surprise when you come ask him what one of these jokes mean.

He looks at you,

Then sighs,

You look at him confused as he stands up and grabs his tech bo

"NARDO!"

*Que screaches of fear*

Donnie loves that you dance too.

You guys have small disco parties every Saturday night.

He also loves how naturally curious you are,

Because it usually leads to him answering your endless questions about a ceratain topic.

But he doesn't mind.

He likes it when you ask him questions.

He also thinks its adorable how easily you get flustered.

Especially when it's over something as little as a movie scene.

He will tease you,

Just to fluster you even more.

And holy truffle mac & cheese,

You're so small!!

He has a habbit of resting his elbow on your head.

Kinda like how he leans on his tech bo.

You'll usually wave him off, and grab his hand instead.

Raph:

Raph loves your innocent nature.

It just plays into how sweet you are,

And Raph loves him some sugar.

He's more than happy to participate in your hobbies,

Especially if it means you're trying to teach him something new.

You just look so cute when you're concetrating!

Like Donnie,

He does his best to keep you from Leo's awful jokes,

And like you,

He isn't very fond of swearing.

He'll act just as flabberghasted as you if one of his brothers were to swear.

Like, ExCuSE mE??

WaTcH YoUr MouTh YoUnG MaN!

Now when it comes to how much smaller you are than him,

It really depends on the day for how he feels about it.

On the one hand,

You are so tiny and adorable and he could just hug you for hours like holy crap.

Then on the other hand,

He is terrified he'll hurt you.

Human skin is just so friggin fragile,

And he doesn't want to be the reason you're in pain.

Just make sure your sweet self reassures him,

He'll get over it pretty quick with your help.

Leo:

Oh my god, this boy teases you endlessly.

His favorite thing ever is to make you all flustered and stuff.

Whenever you two watch movies together he'll always pick some cheesy romance flick,

Just so he can watch you hide your face in your shirt whenever something romantic happens.

Leo loves baking with you.

Even if he's only allowed to watch.

(He set the kitchen on fire the last time he tried to actually help and in turn was perma banned from cooking.)

He likes trying all the sweet treats you bake up for everyone.

He also enjoys making jokes he knows you won't understand,

Because you look so cute when you're confused,

Your face gets all scrunched up while you try to figure out the joke,

And to him it's the cutest thing in the world.

Leo likes it when you freak out over swearing,

He thinks its funny.

You'll fan yourself with your hand all taken aback.

And your voice goes up an octave when you adress it,

"PARdon me?"

"I said fuck, (Name)."

"LANGUAGE!"

*Wheeze*

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

GOD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST WARRIOR/j

***Glorious Masquerade spoilers beneath the cut!!***

ROLLO LORE ROLLO LORE ROLLO LORE 👀

ROLLO FLAMME UNIQUE MAGIC REVEAL, I REPEAT: ROLLO FLAMME UNIQUE MAGIC REVEAL>>>?!?!?!??!?!??>!>@@ WE GET THE INCANTATION FOR ITR TOO?????

“Crimson flower, scorch my soul and guide me. Dark Fire!” (Translation generously provided by @mysteryshoptls, who is currently on hiatus)

Note that the line itself says “身”, which more closely translates to “physical body/myself”. “Scorch my soul” is a phrase lifted from the lyrics of Hellfire, the Disney song, and fits with the “salvation” tone and theming.

Please also note that the “crimson flower” he’s referring to in the incantation is NOT literally referencing the crimson flowers (the magic sucking plant he cultivated in the waterways); he’s not controlling or influencing the flowers in any way (other than having grown them). The “crimson flower” of the incantation is metaphorical and likely refers to the fire that covers his body afterwards (as the actual flowers are described to closely resemble real fire).

“くすぶる欲望”, the name for Rollo’s unique magic is spoken aloud as “Dark Fire”, but it is written as “Burning Desire”. Again, this is a lyric lifted from the lyrics of Hellfire.

Rollo’s UM literally engulfs his body in flames, which he can freely control firebending lol. The magical fire is fueled by others’ fear and uneasiness.

ROLLO’S IN HIS RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ERA, HE’S FINALLY EMBRACING HIS INNER ARSONIST I KNEW HE COULD DO IT I KNEW HE COULD LOSE HIS SHIT 

ALSO, WE WERE SUPER CLOSE WITH THE DEAD LITTLE BROTHER THEORY 😭 Apparently Rollo’s little brother died very young. He unlocked his magic before Rollo did; he played around with his magical abilities and acted recklessly with them. He performed a fire spell he couldn’t control… which ended up claiming his life. Rollo wasn’t able to help him, as he unlocked his magic AFTER his little brother was already dead (and he claims that he is absolved of fault because he didn’t have magic at the time but come on, I think we all realize he probably has internalized guilt over it). Because of this, he resents magicians for not doing anything to help moderate or to restrain his brother’s magic use.

HE’S CRYING, ROLLO IS CRYING

BRUH 😔 YOU REALLY GOT TA HIT US IN THE FEELS LIEK THIS????????????? I FEEL MY HEART BREAKING I’M NOT MADE OF STONE I’M NOT MADE OF SOMETHING STRONGER I’M LITERALLY GLASS RIGHT NOW

(THIS PART IS THEORIZING + ANALYSIS but there’s a flashback to Rollo’s past… and when his little brother calls out to him for help, there are rising flames in the background. This implies that his little brother died burning alive because he couldn’t control a fire spell… and Rollo couldn’t help even if he wanted to because he hadn’t gotten his own magic yet. As Azul points out, he must have been so conflicted when his own magical abilities awakened. THEN ROLLO LEARNS THE MAGIC THAT MAKES HIM “UNIQUE” IS ASSOCIATED WITH FIRE 🤡

Imagine how fucking traumatic that must be if his little brother was lost in the flames… And if that’s true, then it explains why Rollo has dialogue which implies he’s unhappy with himself, that he views his own magic as being “cursed”, on top of forming a disdain for magic (and particularly those who overindulge in it as his brother once did). Losing his brother would have made such a big impact on Rollo that it literally SHAPED what his unique magic would be… That death was an extremely traumatic formative experience. Then, in a cruel twist of fate, Rollo sees his own magical abilities are a constant reminder that he could not save his loved one, and the form it has taken is like a sin and the guilt he cannot scrub from himself. Rollo’s body literally sets on fire when he uses his unique magic—a horrifyingly reminder of his little brother’s body burning to a crisp before his eyes.

What must Rollo be thinking in that moment when he discovered his unique magic and every time he uses it after that? I can control the fire that my brother couldn’t. I survive when this fire consumes me, and my brother didn’t. Uh, no wonder why he describes his magic as “repulsive” 😔 and no wonder why he’s not scared to lose his own magic. He, in fact, believes it will be liberating.

And the fact that his Dark Fire is powered by negative emotions????? That’s… such a scary manifestation of Rollo’s own dark thoughts and emotions. The worse people feel, the worse the flames become… the stronger Rollo’s internalized guilt, the more hateful he became, until it ultimately culminated in this plot to steal all the magic from Twisted Wonderland. In his eyes, any amount of magic is dangerous—too little, and mages becomes jealous. Too much, and they become arrogant. Magic is that evil, the unease and the fear, that propels Rollo and his unique soul-defining spell.

Dark Fire fittingly defines him, his obsession, and his ambition. Most importantly, it gives him drive, and a cause to work toward. It is Rollo’s guiding light in an otherwise dark, sin-drenched world. This is reflected even in the incantation: “Scorch my soul and guide me.” Rollo’s “sin” is also, very ironically, the hope that propels him toward is own brand of “salvation” at the expense of all other magic users. Like Idia says, Rollo tries ro justify his actions by claiming it is for the good of all when, in reality, Rollo is just seeking salvation for himself. He wants to come to terms with all the guilt he has been burdened with: seeing his brother burn, coming down with the curse of magic, the blight of his unique magic… GOD HE’S. SO AWFUL OTL BUT ALSO SO DARK AND COMPLEX)

asgk dihasbioasbiadfbiadfbafds Anyway, back to canon!!

SO THEY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ROLLO AND. His punishment for all of this is… Well, none of his crimes are shared with people outside of NRC (like how they try to contain news of Jamil and Vil’s OBs in the main story) 😂 so Rollo still remains “pure” in the eyes of the NBC mobs that adore him, BUT he has to deal with the internal moral dilemma and turmoil.

Truly fitting for a villain who has already internalized so much self-hatred and guilt… Oh yeah, and he dances with Malleus at the end 😂 Happily ever after, I guess??

[razielwritesstuff]

Obey Me! Headcannons ~

I have never and will never hide that I dislike Luci

BUT

I do have thoughts

This man is just constantly sipping a caffeinated beverage he needs it to deal with these mfs

He's a single mother of all 6 of his brothers

I think all demons have sharp teeth. His are the least sharp of the brothers and he is PISSED ABT IT TGURBODFK

Fav song is probably by Mozart. Basic ass.

I discussed how the om! chars would deal wirth being in mlp (pls dont ask) and Luci and Luna give me an evil grinch smile

I feel like he'd curse when angry

Idk.

Gay ass

Smells like pine trees or something

I think he'd have a fear of mascots

Like. character mascots.

Don't ask me okay

Smells like axe bodyspray and SADNESS

Am I WRONG????

We all love mammon but that man.... we know he uses axe...

Befriends the local crows.

There is so many he could be carried off

They all give him shiny shit to sell

Did everyone remember how he's canonically a model

He's attractive. Canonically.

Anyways, second-sharpest teeth of the bros

This is cannon (TO ME) but Mammon is just attached to MC like glue

"STOP FOLLOWING ME!!" "LET GO OF MY HAND THEN????"

He once tried to steal and sell some of leviathan's games

The cast took a while to come off :)

Fav song is something CUNTY ik it

Most girlypop aside from asmo (YTO ME!!!!)

He's great :D

He is so trans to me as a transmasc.

He has a main twitter and an alt twitter. Nobody knows abt the alt so he uses it to doxx ppl he doesn't like

I love Leviathan but I swear to God I don’t think he knows what deodorant is

“man for a guy who sleeps in a bathtub you really have no concept of hygiene”

How many Henrys has he had??? who tf knows.

Fav animal is SNAKES

Loves pokemon. his fav would be gyarados

He will assume anything except romantic intentions at all times

Autistic. As approved by my friend with the 'tism

He would be a brony

Lovable but a Bit Cringe

Has tied Mammon to a chair and forced him to watch stuff before

EXPERT at pirating shit

Would play Undertale.

Speedrunner !!

Would spend like the better part of a month to discover EVERY SINGLE glitch, bug, and exploit in a game to use it to is advantage

Has a sims 4 cc folder that's like 80 terabytes

He's my malewife and he's everything to me.

Would make a shiny living dex on every single Pokémon game

He has multiple cardboard cutouts of his waifus

Satan has an Ao3 account. He writes exclusively on his fav characters

His Ao3 tag has something to do with Sherlock Holmes fight me

He tweets in perfect grammar

He'd kill over a board game

Would cry over a cute cat video

WARRIOR CATS NERD

HE'S COME UP WITH WARRIOR NAMES FOR EVERYONE HE KNOWS AND THE CAT HE THINKS IS MOST SIMILAR

Lucifer got assigned as Tigerclaw LMAO

He would get into Leviathan's fandoms but only bc Leviathan forced him. He comes out liking the thing.

His favorite disney movie would be Aristocats

Loves Luigi

He became a cat person specifically because Lucifer is a dog person

He'd also be a brony

The one that can analyze media properly

His brothers use him to spellcheck their essays

He either watches video essays on YouTube or he makes them

Likes reading about witchkraft from the human realm, he finds it interesting

The one that taught Leviathan to make cardboard cutouts

Knows about 50 stray cats and has named them all

Constantly brags about how he has sharper teeth than Lucifer

Smells like a different scented candle every week

Has that stereotypical gay accent

He's zesty

He's girlypop but we all knew that

Listens to Ayesha Erotica

Goes like "GIRL you would NOT believe what Solomon did!!"

He spills all the tea all the time

King shit

He'd wear a dress in a heartbeat and he'd ROCK IT

He would cry over broken nails but not because of the pain it might cause, only because it looks ugly asf now

"I NEED TO CRY BUT MY MAKEUP WAS 40 GRIMM"

The one who painted everyone's nails

Will threaten you in order to paint your nails, but he will do a color you like

King at make up

Absolutely loves Ru Paul

Keeps trying to get Dia to set up a drag race, he's unsuccessful as of now

Strawberry is his favorite flavor

He's very physically affectionate but would absolutely respect boundaries i will kill you if you think otherwise

He would HYPE. YOU. UP.

Has gum on him 24/7

Also has tampons on him so he can give them to the homies who need them (like Leviathan)

IDK man I didn't used to like him that much but he's grown on me

VERY GOOD COOK because of course he is

Loves giving piggyback rides

Tall enough and beefy enough for you to sit on his shoulders

Would also let Belph sleep on his shoulders

He's a golden retriever. We knew this.

Surprisingly good at Just Dance

Not a dog person not a cat person but a secret third thing (he thinks cows are adorable)

Always spares bugs and spiders when he finds them

Cannot watch cooking shows, he's tried to eat the TV before

Loves going to movie theaters, will pay just for the overpriced popcorn

You can tell he genuinely loves you if he shares his food

Like he shares his food with MC and all the brothers are like "W. WHAT??"

Would INSIST you look great no matter what you look like

You will cuddle with him and Belph this is an Order

Smells like food-scented deodorant

He would be too scared to roughhouse with anyone, boy is too strong

Likes just picking people up and carrying them off

He's done this with Satan once and it actually calmed him down

Favorite show is Bluey probably

Favorite animal is a maned wolf or something

Would kill for a klondike bar

Sharpest teeth out of the brothers + bites as a love language

Every time he bites Leviathan it results in Leviathan squealing higher than able to be heard by humankind

Talks in his sleep. It is adorable thank you for asking!

Smells like Lavendar, vanilla deodorant, and a little bit of "hasn't showered in 2 days" hidden underneath

Drinks a lot of milk

Blueberry is his favorite flavor

Lucid dreams a lot

He does not believe dreams have meanings his are always either incomprehensible or if they did have menains have ones he really doesnt like

Would drink monster energy but he hates the taste of caffeine (he just like me forreal)

Gummies are his favorite snack

He gives off trans energy but i honest to diavolo can't tell if he's transfem or transmasc or neither i CANT TELL

He's girly pop in his own unique way

His DDD's ringtone is Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica

He's neurodivergent to me i just dont know how

Chews on everything for sensory reasons

Spoiled. Because he's the youngest sibling ofc he is

Every time he drinks hot cocoa he puts marshmallows in it

He considers "barging into your room and scooching you over in your bed to cuddle" a sleepover

Alternatively he'll get Beel to bring you to their room

Hey everyone remember how he's canonically a yandere-

Anyways he's cool :)

[barbiegirldream]

Thinking back to the "George is Hera's son" and "Dream got cursed by his love" ancient greek myth style.

Are there fire creature in greek myth ? I can't remember any other than some Titans and I fear it's influenced by Hercules (Disney)

there are creatures that breathe fire like the Chimera but it's not generally a popular type of creature. Most greek people who aren't gods but aren't mortals are either seas monsters or nymphs of some kind watching various forests and types of water. Greece was a very water heavy nation in earliest linear B texts they even have Poseidon seemingly king of the gods instead of Zeus.

The oldest of the Olympian siblings Hestia is the virgin goddess of the Hearth. And Hera's son, sometimes by herself ?? sometimes with Zeus, Hephaestus is the god of fire. She threw him off a mountain at birth A+ work there Hera. So that's why I was sort of in my head shaping George as an offshoot of Hephaestus taking the technology aspect from him. work can be divided from Olympians into lesser gods. Himeros for example the twin brother of Eros in certain texts takes over as the god of unrequited love.

Dream to me would be some sort of nymph maybe other creature I haven't decided. But people use him for his many talents and then abandon which is not a typical story and I think would be interesting. Like if he was being gifted things by gods trading them to mortal friends. Getting tricked and then meeting George.

[divinequo]

I had the most horrendous horrifying nightmare this morning so I'm cursing you all with this information

(warning ahead of a disturbing recreation drawing of the worst part of the dream please be advised)

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The nightmare started with a lonnnnggg drive through the woods at midnight (it was 3:00 am) I was going on this camp out I guess with this college aged man named Kevin (he was a good Kevin not bad) he was tall with ginger hair and those winter southern jackets you see typical older brothers wear in cliche 2000s Disney movies, the trees though- they were like 300 or 200 feet tall and we're COMPLETELY smooth less, no texture in sight, they're also completely grey here, they looked like 3d models but placed in real life, anyway Kevin's car broke down and so we had to try and find shelter (why we didn't stay in the car idk) we found a bunch of trash and... Some.. Ahem... "Toys" along the road as well, including a lovely realistic toy of a certain part mounted on the front of a destroyed bike, anyway we found an old house that was WRECKED, I'm talking broken windows everywhere, busted washing machine on the front lawn, tons of rats and other parasites, it was disgusting but me and Kevin thought to go inside of there, (now to think of it he looked alot like ed Shereen but that's off topic) but when we opened the door w were shocked, it was completely spotless and tidy, like any normal middle class house in a suburban neighborhood, it was like doctor who or something the way we were bamboozled, just then we saw a family, a... Interesting family to say the least, the family had a father, mother, dog, baby boy, and a young sister and brother, the sister and brother were Ellen and Edgar from well.. Ellen and Edgar, the dad was like their actual guardian in the show/books, the mother was a stereotypical cartoons blonde mother and the baby was just wearing a normal blue onesie, the dog was brown and looked like a twelve year old drew it, I just also realized the whole family was cartoons one way or another but me and Kevin were completely irl, as well as the settings of this dream, here's the disturbing part though, THEY ALLLLLL HAD THE 90S ANIME FACES OF OFF SURFACE ANIMES, if you don't understand what I mean- this is what I mean⬇️

THEY ALL HAD A FACE EXACTLY LIKE THIS, EXECPT ALL THEIR EYES WERE PURPLE, (execpt the dog, he was actually just a normal cute dog ngl)

Idk why but against me and my friend Kevin's judgement we slept over at their house that night for protection, me and Kevin sleep on a poor old misty pull up couch together and try to rest (maybe mention it was platonic since he was like way older lol) but any then in the middle of the night (which now it was somehow like 12:00 pm?? Like the night just wouldn't end no matter what) I opened my eyes slowly but tiredly, and I saw the brother Edgar from Ellen and Edgar with his same as before huge anime eyes and monster like appearance, but now he was inhumanly huge, his arms of way longer and his fingers grew into lonnnnggg sharp claws, he grow massively and was towering over me, like up to the ceiling genuinely, but he was crouched over to watch me sleep, of course I am frozen with horror and have no idea what to do, it was so cold and it felt like time froze along with my flight or fight response, finally after what felt like 30 seconds he finally spoke up, instead of just having a pitchy high voice like before his became incredibly raspy and coarse, as if he hadn't drunk anything in years, his large doll eyes looked at me non blinking and he said-

"sleep tight firefly"

Needless to say I immediately woke up in a cold sweat and semi paralyzed from fear, even drawing this in the car I was in earlier today made my heart pound and made me unable to speak.

So how are y'all doing?

[auxiliarydetective]

OC Masterlist - Animation & Others!

Fandoms featured:

Asterix (animated films)

Encancto (Disney)

Markiplier Egos / Who Killed Markiplier

Sanders Sides

Vocalization (my own fanfic)

ASTERIX (animated films) (1967 - 2018)

-> Noura

"Everybody needs a change, a chance to check out the new, but you're the only one to see the changes you take yourself through." - Tori Kelly (Stevie Wonder), in: Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing

Full name: Noura

Birthday: August 15th, 1st century BC (in her 20s/30s)

Identity: probably pansexual, cis female

Tag: x | Fic: -

Noura is hired by Queen Cleopatra to paint the building process at Numerobis’s construction site and decorate the soon-to-be palace of Caesar with frescos, as well as take care of color-coordination. However, this turns out to be an even more exciting job than Noura first thought, largely because of three strangers from all the way across the Mediterranean and the various sabotage attempts from the Romans.

Encanto (Disney movie) (2021)

-> Soles

"But she says: 'You're beautiful, so please don't go. You're loved more than you know. That's why you're beautiful.' And who'd known that's all I needed?" - Illymation, in: Beautiful?

Full name: Soledad Madrigal

Birthday: November 4th (16 years old)

Identity: questioning

Tag: x | Fic: -

Soledad is the daughter of Bruno, the "cursed" Madrigal, and her father's reputation burdens her even when he's gone. Maybe because he's gone. After he left, Soledad was raised by her aunts and given the nickname "Soles", because a name meaning loneliness now seemed far too cruel. Her powers are water manipulation, but she keeps the fact that they also come with scrying a safely guarded secret out of fear of inheriting her father's reputation. However, when the Encanto is in danger, can she keep it up?

MARKIPLIER EGOS / WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER (web series; 2017)

-> Celine

Full name: Celine / The Seer / The Anomaly

Birthday: December 5th (died 28 years old)

Identity: ???

Faceclaim: Pamela Horton

Tag: x | Fic: -

After escaping the manor and being ejected from the new, dark creation she and Damian have become, both Celine and her brother are displaced throughout space, time, and universes alike. That is until Celine finds a young man all too familiar and a force, dark and weak. So, she stays, able to communicate only in a digital state. Because she has to protect him, right?

SANDERS SIDES (YouTube web series) (2016-?)

-> Eve

"Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination." - Gene Wilder, in: Pure Imagination

Full name: Eve “Imagination” Sanders

Birthday: November 22nd (she's younger than the Sides)

Identity: ??? (probably genderfae)

Faceclaim: would love to say “Thomas Sanders in drag”, but it’s a young Keira Knightley

Tag: x | Fic: -

Eve is not a Side, but rather the embodiment of Thomas’s Imagination and the reason why everything around the Mind Palace keeps running. But with her childish nature, she’s also very easy to distract and influence.

STEVEN UNIVERSE (animated tv show) (2013-2020)

-> Indigo

"Let's go in the garden, you'll find something waiting right there where you left it, lying upside down." - Rebecca Sugar, in: Everything Stays

Full name: “Indigo" Pearl Facet-3 Cut-7HL

Birthday: unknown

Identity: sapphic, agender, presenting as female

Tag: x | Fic: -

"Indigo" used to be a member of Pink Diamond's Court until her shattering, an event that left her saddened, draining most of the pink hue from her spectrum. Because of her extensive memory of Pink, her habits and schedules, she was taken in by Blue Diamond herself, who kept her from being shattered as an off-color. When the opportunity arises, Indigo is sent to Earth to survey the place and find out how much has changed, putting her into contact with the so-called Crystal Gems.

VOCALIZATION (fanfic, written by me) (2020-?)

-> Evelynn

"You’re a shop full of wonders, you're my blanket when it thunders." - Reinaeiry, in: Shop of Wonders

Full name: Evelynn Carter

Birthday: October 13th, 1994

Identity: bisexual, cis-female

Faceclaim: Lucy Hale | Voiceclaim: Reinaeiry

Tag: x | Fic: x

Evelynn is shy and an outcast, but she has a beautiful voice. One fateful evening, she meets a group of men on an empty road, and the six of them get themselves into mortal peril together, in an event that glues them together for the rest of their lives. As it turns out, these five men are singers, and so starts the birth of Voiceplay.

Quick info: Vocalization is a fic about the vocal group VoicePlay, set in their "Kidnapped" video series and is making no claims about the guys themselves :)

[book-place]

Journey to the Dungeon

Warnings: mentions of hell, slight cursing, weapons, Crowley (who’s a warning in himself), demons, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Crowley x child reader, Winchester brothers x sister reader

*not my gif*

Summary: Boredom often times leads to adventure, you appeared to have learned this quicker than most

A/N: Wth is this, you ask? I have absolutely no idea; special thanks to @foggy-isnt-here for motivating me to write this lmao

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You were bored. Your brothers weren’t paying attention to you, they were too busy reading in the library for a hunt.

Technically you weren’t supposed to know about whatever this ‘hunt’ thing was, but it wasn’t your fault they were talking really loudly while you were eavesdropping!

And Uncle Cass wasn’t at home right then so there was nothing that six year old you could do but wander around the many halls of the bunker.

You discovered many rooms, most you doubted you were allowed to be in, but when you’re bored, you’re bored.

You finally stumbled across a room with lots of different shelves in it that were filled with boxes.

The young girl looked down the aisles curiously until you got to the back of the room.

Two shelves were cracked apart slightly and you peeked your eye through to try and find something, only to not see anything.

Your curiosity yet again got the better of you and you pushed the shelves apart as far as you could with all the strength your little body could muster.

A light instantly flashed on and you were greeted by the sight of a man in chains sitting on a chair inside a weird red circle design, with his hands resting on a table in front of him.

“Hello little one,” the man said, tilting his head to the side, “who are you?” He asked, even though he already had a good idea that this was the Winchester’s little sister he had heard about from some of his demons.

Nothing about this scenario seemed to frighten the five year old, as you confidently stated, “Y/n.”

“Y/n, what a lovely name.” The stranger complimented.

“And who are you?” You asked, not rudely, just out of pure curiosity, a trait that seems to make up most of your personality.

The man flashed a grin, “I, my dear, am Crowley. The king of hell.”

Your eyes widened and Crowley smirked to himself, obviously thinking he scared the poor girl. But the reaction turned out to be the exact opposite when you squealed excitedly, “King? Does that mean you have a palace? And a handsome prince? Ooh, how handsome is he? What’s his name? Can I visit your palace? Do you have horses? Or unicorns? Do mermaids come visit your castle?”

The demon's eyes widened, this was not what he was expecting. “Did you not hear me? I am the king of hell!” He informed you again.

You shook your head disapprovingly, “You said a no-no word.” Remembering what Sam had told you in panic when Dean said ‘hell’ in front of you once.

Crowley was beyond bewildered. He didn’t scare the girl, you thought he was some king like in the movies, and on top of all of that, you were scolding him for cursing!

“Where did you come up with ideas like those?” The king of hell asked, referring to your million questions from earlier.

“Disney.” You said in a duh tone.

Crowley tilted his head to the side again, this time out of confusion, “Disney?”

The young girl's eyes widened out of pure fear, “You’ve never seen a Disney movie?” You asked in a horrified whisper.

When the demon shook his head you came up with an idea.

You quickly took out her phone that Sam and Dean gave you to only use for emergencies. And if this wasn’t an emergency, you didn’t know what was.

You marched right up the Crowley, through the devils trap, and to his chair, where you quickly clambered up onto his lap, as he sat frozen with shock.

You paid no mind to him as you held the phone out in front of both of you and went to the movies app where you had secretly downloaded some Disney movies behind Sam and Dean’s backs.

You pressed play to the first one, Sleeping Beauty, before Crowley could even finish processing what was happening.

When he snapped out of it he looked down at the young girl in his lap who was quietly singing along to the opening song that was playing.

He turned his attention to the small screen and to his surprise he found himself absorbed in the movie. He even let out a small gasp when Maleficent turned herself into a dragon later on in the movie, and sighing with relief when the prince is able to wake up Arora.

One movie led to another and pretty soon you had both had finished Sleeping Beauty, Frozen (Crowley’s personal favorite), and were half way through the Princess and the Frog when Sam and Dean came barging into the room. They had been looking all over the bunker for you when they finally finished their research and this happened to be the last room (when in reality it should’ve been their first with such a dangerous demon sitting in there).

Their eyes widened in shock at the scene in front of them, which quickly turned into rage.

They both were across the room faster than you could blink and had already picked you up and brought you across the dungeon and had the demon blade to Crowley’s neck.

Dean dug the knife into the king's neck as Sam tightly held his little sister to his chest protectively from across the room.

“What the hell did you do to her?” Dean roared with fury.

“I did not do anything, Squirrel.” Crowley said calmly.

You wriggled in Sam’s grip, “Put me down Sammy, I want to finish the Princess and the Frog.”

Both brothers' eyes widened and they turned to look at their sister.

“You were… watching a Disney movie this whole time?” Sam asked after a moment.

“Two actually.” Crowley corrected, “And we were trying to get through our third one before you two rudely interrupted.” He would never admit it out loud, but the king of hell actually enjoyed the movies, and the young girls company.

Dean turned his glare back on and to the chained man, “You never go near her again you, understand me?”

“But De!” You complained from Sam’s arms, “We still need to see Moana!”

“No!” Both brothers practically screeched in sync.

Sam started to walk out of the room with you still wiggling in his arms, with Dean slowly- and reluctantly- following behind.

They both so badly wanted to kill Crowley right then and get it over with, but they couldn’t chance it with you being in the room. And they needed him for information.

You and Crowley made eye contact over Sam’s shoulder and the demon gave you a small smile and a little wave which you returned with some of you own.

After that Sam and Dean scolded you and told you that you were never allowed near that man again. But you didn’t listen to them.

Later that night you snuck out and finished the movie with Crowley and even started Moana like you two had wanted to.

When you started falling asleep on his lap, Crowley told you to go to bed. You refused but he told you that they could do this again the next night.

So that’s what they did, each night you would sneak out of your room to watch another Disney movie with Crowley.

Neither one said anything about it, but it was your favorite part of their days.

And little did you know, Crowley grew very fond of her and vowed to himself he would never let anything happen to the small girl who danced around and sang on his lap as they happily watched Disney movies together every night.

Supernatural Taglist: @ineedmorefanfics2

[trauma-aquarium]

Okay brace yourselves, folks, this is the story of how I discovered owls living in my stove exhaust thingy on the upper floor and how I saved them from death by the hands (claws) of crows, and they became my guardians.

It all started when I was in my backyard and by chance, saw an owl peeking at me from the exhaust outlet on the upper floor.

Sorry for the low quality I had to zoom a lot from my sorry excuse of a phone. 

Anyways, this is mommy owl and she had given birth to a lot of noisy kids which we could hear and smell (fowl smell) from the kitchen, and it was really hard to go to the upper floor without wanting to throw up. My father insisted we call someone and get the owls out and leave them in a yard or something.

What my father didn’t know was that me and my elder brother are softies when it comes to birds (he’s a softie for birds, i’m a softie for all animal-kind). So this man comes and after much struggle and a screeching mother (and a possible father), we manage to take out the owls.

And as you can see, they were very angry. These are the kids, mind you.

Anyways, me, the only one in the family with actual empathy for animals (and less empathy for humans bc why) and a brain that works when it comes to their care, I took these little owls to the balcony, quite close to the exhaust outlet you just saw, hoping their parents would come and maybe take them or whatever. Only then I realized that the parents themselves were smol, and couldn’t quite possibly take them anywhere. So here they are, in my balcony, defenseless, especially during the day.

And they were FIVE OWL BABIES. I was suddenly a single mother at the age of 20. 

Anyways, I pet them, they try to bite me and I’m okay with that, my softie brother also gets scared easily so he just watches me do my thing- that being making them feel comfortable and safe, providing food which they didn’t quite eat bc babies. 

But then I had to be on guard duty because of the damned crows who came in groups (freaking murder of crows) and tried to attack/literally murder or eat alive the poor babies. And I was having none of that.

In the hot month of May, I was on day duty scaring off crows and praying the mother would return at night. Oh, and she did. Probably cursed at me for wrecking her home (sorry but it was inevitable) and shouted at me to leave, and I did, fearing what tomorrow held.

But tomorrow was the same.

So the mother and the possible dad disappeared during the days, but the babies were active (somewhat) probably because of all the noise me and the crows made. I did my thing- petted them, gave them water, played with them if they felt like it. They gave me rashes but I was okay.

Days passed, and the owls were entering pre-teens (judging by how they started rebelling and fighting with each other) and finally came out of the little tub on their own. I felt so proud. Now they had the whole balcony all to themselves (and me, of course). And they were scared of me no more. I would help them in and out of the tub if they wanted. 

They would sleep near the stairs and I’d caress their heads and they’d give me a smile (no i didn’t imagine that). And the crows would come and they would get scared for a second and look like this:

Yellow eyes. So cute.

Anyways, the mother owl and I had an understanding now too. Where she previously used to scare me when sunset approached and screech at me, she would now simply come and sit at one of the wires in front of my house and watch me pet her children and say NOTHING. And then I would wave at her and go inside and she would come and feed her children. She wasn’t all that bad. And the possible father would guard or something- I could see them from downstairs if I walked in front of my house.

This whole ordeal lasted for two months before the kids were finally old enough to fly, and I may have cried happy tears. I thought it was over now- they would move away and we’d never see each other again. But then-

I saw this from my window, my room being downstairs (don’t mind the wires, it was to keep robbers out bc robbers suddenly decided our housing society was a good place to collect money from). So everyday sunset, I’d draw my curtains apart and they would come and sit right outside my window (look at how grown they are!) and we’d screech at each other which was our love language.

So whenever I went out for a walk, there would be 5 kids and sometimes, their mommy, my guardians now. They would walk with me (fly with me, actually.) They would jump from wire to wire and occasionally, when they didn’t feel shy, they would scoop really low, circle around me and go back.

Yes. I was their Disney Princess, and I fucking felt like it too.

I called them ‘my owl friends’. I’d go out at night, look around and say ‘my owl friends, where y’all at?’ and they would come, making weird owl noises, circle around me and walk with me.

It was truly magical, and though I’m a huge cat person, I wouldn’t mind living with owls (even though they’re extremely smelly sometimes and want to eat me sometimes bc meat).

Here’s a last cute picture of my owl besties

I love them so much. I moved houses (only like three streets away but the owls couldn’t have known... could they?) and had to leave them behind, but here’s where a plot twist happens.

I think they might have put in a good word about me in the owl community, because the owls- different ones- occasionally come by. And they only come to ME.

Like this one time I was in the front yard of my house and two owls paid a visit.

Or this one time I was walking in the park in front of my house and two owls circled around me, ignoring my mom and little brother, and sat on a tree, watching me the whole time.

Either I’m a Disney Princess or these owls are planning some weird shit. Whatever it is, I’m in for it.

[roninreverie]

What if Dell was the previous Golden Guard AND also a Grimwalker?

My sleep deprived brain has cooked up a potentially terrible crack theory for the Owl House everybody, so get ready!

First off, let’s list off the basics: 

It sounds like he traveled a lot for work.

He has the facial features of a Wittebane/ Wittebro.

He's knowledgeable about palismen and palistrom wood, and is a skilled carver.

He’s the right age to have mentored an adolescent Darius.

He has the other cardinal palisman w the mysterious scar.

The little avian-looking buttons he wears on his coat and beard give off Hunter’s mask/ Coven Guard vibes to me.

Not to mention there just seems to be a lot of him shrouded in mystery, like the missing piece to connect a much bigger puzzle?

His injuries when we saw him in "Elsewhere & Elsewhen” looked more severe than the ones seen in Eda's dream memory in “Knock, Knock, Knockin' on Hooty's Door”.

Now, maybe that was just Disney's censors, or even some sort of “scars grow on the Boiling Isles” sort of thing like with Phillip’s broken nose...

(Although that’s probably because Belos absorbs the palismen souls with dark magic, and nothing else.)

Eda attacking her father as the owl beast did leave him with a few scratches on his hands and his scarred his eye, but what if the other major injuries were caused when Belos ultimately tried to “off him” for failing to live up to his expectations post-owl beast attack?

It could be possible that one of the previous Golden Guard's missions was to find the whereabouts of the owl beast, since The Collector seems to be interested/ connected to it in some way, and it's power could be the very thing to help stop the day of unity.

It’s also possible that the last Golden Guard was tasked with searching for the portal door, and in “Keeping Up A-fear-ances” we know this was eventually found near either the Cawthorne estate or Dell’s tower-- I am not sure which, but either way, it is somewhere where Dell (or one of his/Gwen’s relatives) would have had access to find and/or bury and hide it from Belos.

After keeping the portal from him, and realizing the owl beast curse was now living in his own daughter, Dell would have obviously protected her.

Eventually Belos would get impatient with his guard’s lack of results in the two matters, and would then decide to scrap this grimwalker and start fresh again with Hunter.

...

They're are some holes with this theory though, like... 

Did Dell keep his family a secret from Belos to make the overall timeline of this idea work? Was it a part of his mission to infiltrate and uncover information from Phillip’s brother’s witch-wife’s descendants, but then he fell in love with Gwen for real?

I am assuming Gwendolyn is the blood descendant of Wittebro, based on her looks compared to the witch in the “Hollow Mind” memories, and her great-grandmother's human-stories... So, would a clone of Wittebro falling in love with the descendant of Wittebro be considered problematic even though they're not technically related? IDK... 🤔

And if this theory about him being the previous grimwalker/attacked by Belos was true, then why wouldn't Dell tell Eda a lot of his scars weren't her fault? Maybe he tried and she just wouldn't listen?

 Or maybe Belos did start to suspect Dell after he got the owl beast scars, and this is all some big family secret so Belos doesn’t find out he failed to kill the last grimwalker?

Maybe Darius even helped Dell to escape his fate and kept his secret family hidden from Belos so Eda, Lilith and Gwen would be safe (or even unaware) of Dell’s past? Kind of depends on how old everyone was since Darius and Eda are similar ages and Eda was cursed relatively young.

...

OR.... am I reaching way too hard on this idea, and Dell is just a regular Clawthorne palisman carver, either he or Gwen are descendants of Whittebro, and there’s something else here to connect all the missing pieces of the story together?

All I know is maybe Darius, Hunter, Bat Queen, and Dell could come together in the near future, and all of them might have a very common enemy going here?

IDK? Let me know your thoughts!

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships I MADE A TPOIF AU. It's "What if tpoif was a disney movie where they all randomly sing to express their feelings"

Anyways this took place after the pirate adventure and canon alistar (😒😒) has to be mentioned here constantly.

(Fanon alistar was always better anyways)

Also Ella's confusion and rage was so fun to write I love her sm she didn't deserve those betrayals

Not proofread and prolly not all that good bc idk I've never done a tpoif fanfic before because Idk if that ever happened in canon (THAT'S WHY IT'S A FANFIC, JULIA. JELSA NEVER MADE BABIES IN CANON YET YOU STILL WRITE IT)

Anyways enough with the rant, on with the fic

The adventure was fun, but it was also rather exhausting.

After everything that went down these past few days, with how Ella had been the one who knew about the treasure, the blade of immortal fire, though not knowing what it was at first. Meeting another friend along the way. How in just a day, the facade of her mother's brother had been prevailed, and Ella never had the time to process his betrayal.

Lastly, Alistar.

The former ex bestfriend. The one who caused damage to her kingdom, the first one to make the very first scar on her. The scar that even time could heal, the pain it couldn't take away.

The star that went away before she found her sun.

She thought about it a lot. Even more than what Caspian had done.

She knew. She always knew.

She knew about how his parents were, espevially to him. Both could not marry for love, and had grown to hate love, which they thought was weakness. To them, hatred and jealousy was far stronger. And with that, they took the capability to love, away from their son and tore it all apart.

She remembered looking in his eyes, and seeing regret.

But she just couldn't. She was angry, sad, confused, but still she grieved for him with what little time she had now.

She couldn't. All those lives, all those people, her people would have died sacrificing their life for the greater good and their beloved kingdom for nothing if she'd just handed out forgiveness like it was for free.

And Elias, the man she swore she'd love til' the end of time. Her Elias.

She still hadn't forgotten that day. It had been three years. Three. Years.. since the day she watched him die in front of her. The day she felt his heart slowly stopping, and hers shattering in the same pace. They had only barely knew each other, yet both of them knew they would sacrifice their lives for each other.

She was angry. She was furious.

All her insecurities, her fears, Alistar knew. But then he turned his back and reopened her scars, the scars he vowed to never do. Still he did.

She just couldn't forgive him. She doesn't even know if she wants to.

Standing on his grave, the one she made just for him, she took a sharp breath. Her eyes closed. She was trying to fight the lump forming in her throat.

But she knew deep down inside, there's a part of her that still wants her bestfriend back.

But maybe not here. Maybe in another reality, she could. But not here.

We gather here, we line up weeping in a sunlit room

And if I'm on fire you'll be made of ashes too..

"We were never friends, you fat ugly pig!"

His voice rang inside her head, and her anger, sadness, and grief all took over. She couldn't comprehend why out of all people, he chose her to take his anger out on. The thought added another crack in her heart.

Even on my worst day, did I deserve babe,

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

Til' my dying day..

She couldn't bare to stare at the shape of his name carved on anymore. As she looked away, the morning breeze in the air embraced her. She felt.. warm.

'Alistar'

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And you're the hero flying around saving face

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet..

Ella ran. Not even bothering to take another glance at the stone that held her friend underneath.

Friend.

Was he still hers?

We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean

Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring

You know I didn't want to have to haunt you

But what a ghostly scene

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me..

Ella's eyes laid on her kingdom, her sunkissed hair being swayed by the wind. Sometimes she wondered if lives wouldn't have to be taken if she hadn't helped her kidnappers try to rob her father, if she hadn't ran away from her marriage. If Loreley and Alruna never needed any money to even try to rob the king.

But then, she wouldn't have a family. Her friends, her family, make her whole.

Funny how people she barely knew had been the ones she could trust more than the one who knew her more than he knew himself.

She was greatful, but she just couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she just went home with Alistar.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet..

But then she realized, that he had already been ruined even before she refused him.

It wasn't her best decision to refuse his hand in marriage, but she knew she had to do it. She didn't want to know him anymore. Not after that night. She wasn't going to act like it's all good simply because he was hurt. He let all his damage damage her. And she knew she couldn't fix him. She would have helped him make it better, but she could never heal him.

She wasn't going to put all her pain aside and focus on his, no. She was hurt. He hurt her.

Still, She could keep a lot of people in her heart, but no one can ever occupy the space Alistar left, that she knew.

And it hurt her even more.

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

And I still talk you you

When I'm screaming at the sky

And when you can't sleep at night

You hear my stolen lullabies..

Her breathing quickened, her heartbeat pounded, beating loudly in her chest.

She couldn't heal him, but she wished he let her help him. She wished she was able to.

'Dove..'

She couldn't shake her thoughts away from him.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

It was quite funny, how two hearts broke, when the other tried to break the other.

You had to kill me but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

Crossing out the good years

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet..

Love was almost all he had, yet he shattered it.

"Hurt people, hurt people."

She wished she knew that sooner.

But now, some things can't be undone. Things can't be unsaid. He knew what he did, what it did to her, and he did it.

And it hurt him in the end.

She took a deep breath, her voice shaking as she sang..

Look at all of my tears

Turning into your tears...

[peachbear88]

So This is Love (Pt 2)

You squint, the burning sunrise filtering through your eyelids as they fly open. You take out your earphone, your right ear burning from keeping it in all night. "Good god." You groan, stretching freely until your arm hits another body as you turn to find Wanda Maximoff asleep, wrapped in a fluffy plaid blanket. "Holy shi-" You exclaim, toppling off the chair and hitting the floor with a loud thump before cursing for being so loud and clumsy. She twitched, seemingly realising that there was more space on the couch and stretched out, filling the rest of the couch with her sleeping body. You slowly stood up, admiring her sleeping face. It was angelic, as opposed to her waking face, her eyes constantly haunted by the ghosts of her brother and parents. You reached out a hand to push away a stray lock of hair only for her eyes to snap open, grabbing your wrist and twisting it as you scream in agony. "Jesus Wanda! Ow! Same side! Same team! Yeah, guess who? Hi!" You ramble, attempting to pry her steely grip off your wrist. She lets go, taking in her surroundings. "What am I doing here?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. You slowly edge towards her, sitting on the edge of the couch. She rolls her eyes. "Oh come on, I'm not going to bite." She remarks. "Could've fooled me..." You mumble, rubbing your wrist wistfully. She giggles, and you feel your heart skip a beat before you mentally slap yourself. Come on Y/L/N, get a grip on yourself. She pulls the other earphone out of her ear, slapping it into your hand before leaving you alone, outside on the couch. You sit there for a few more minutes, contemplating the turn of events as well as Wanda's mood swings before Natasha pokes her head outside, interrupting your train of thought. "Hate to break up this little zen thing you've got going on but Tony's got some shitty movie afternoon planned and Spider Boy is choosing the movie." She rolls her eyes, indicating how little she thought of Peter's movie taste. You snort, following her into the living making a quick pit stop by the kitchen to grab a quick bite before hopping into your shower for a quick cleansing of the mind before you get dragged into watching some childish Disney movie.

4 HOURS LATER

"Tonight, we will be watching... HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 3! Brought to you by myself." Peter screams, winking at the Avengers gathered around the large TV in the main room. You turn to hear a few groans from Bruce, Nat, Rhodey and Tony. Steve looks around, confused as to why no one is excited to watch this movie. You chuckle, knowing he'll realize exactly why as soon as the movie starts. Your eyes flick towards Wanda to see her reaction. Surprisingly, she seemed quite excited to watch the movie. As you settle into your seats, Tony hollers at you. "Oi, Maximoff and Y/L/N, care to grab some sodas for everyone?" You glare at him as you had just found a comfortable spot and honestly, seeing the shit eating grin on Tony's face, he was definitely going to steal your spot when you left. You feel a tug to see Wanda, towering over you, attempting to drag you to the kitchen to get the drinks. You throw one last glare at Tony before following her to the kitchen. She opens the fridge, pulling out some cans before passing them to you, your fingers brushing which sends a shiver up your spine. You take hold of at least 4 cans, struggling to balance them as they wobble back and forth. Wanda closes the fridge with an equal amount of cans and the two of you make your way back to the group with the two towers of precariously teetering soda cans.

You chuck a Coke at Tony's face, catching him off guard as it clubs him in the face. "Hey!" He exclaims in protest. "That's what you get for stealing my seat." Wanda chuckles, shaking her head as she plops down into the small couch. You're preparing your ass for the pain it'll be in from sitting on the floor but luckily, Wanda comes to the rescue, patting the space beside her. "There's enough space for both of us." She claims as you sit down, squishing against her warm body. She pulls her sweater closer to her as you look anywhere but at her. Your eyes lock onto Steves who's staring at you in complete shock, having witnessed her lashing out at you only 24 hours ago. You allowed yourself to relax a little, leaning into the back of the couch as you sipped your own Coke as Peter cheered at the sight of all the dragons. Not paying any attention to the movie at all, your gaze wandered over to Wanda who was watching the movie with wide eyes, her inner child bursting at the seams, unable to contain her excitement. You grinned, briefly forgetting yourself as you slung your arm around her shoulder, but that happy feeling was instantly replaced by fear as you felt her stiffen under your touch. Oh shit... Oh dear god this is going to be the end of me. Any moment know she's going to use her lil' fingers and throw me through 5 straight walls of concrete. You thought, silently praying to yourself but to your surprise, the bright red blast never came. Instead, Wanda slowly softened and wiggled closer to you. At this point, Steve wasn't even watching the movie. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched Wanda laugh at the movie, still snuggled into you while you were stiff as a board, staring into his soul, begging for help. You found yourself draining the soda can, your eyes locked on the TV screen, refusing to look anywhere else, more specifically Wanda. What you didn't notice was Wanda, glancing up at you every few minutes.

Eventually, the movie reached the end with Peter wiping away a few stray tears and Tony cheering with joy while everyone else trudged towards their rooms. You look down to see Wanda, still leaning against you, fast asleep. You take a moment to admire her the angelic look upon her face before gently sliding out from under her. You slide your arms under her body before gently lifting her up. "Wow, you're actually pretty light!" You stage-whisper, making sure not to wake her up as you make your way towards her room, nudging the door open with your foot. You take a sharp breath when she turns a bit, giving a contented sigh. Letting out the breath, you proceed to deposit her gently on the bed and cover her with a blanket. You take one last look at her and before you can decide otherwise, give her a light kiss on her forehead. "Good night." You whisper, turning off the lights and leaving her in what would be a fitful night of nightmares.

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That's it for this part! Any advice would be greatly appreciated! Hope you all enjoyed!

[alwaysdjarin]

INFINITY

CHAPTER 1: I DON‘T LIKE MANDALORIANS

(Image: The Mandalorian, Star Wars/Disney)

Warnings: -

Summary: You’re a young woman who runs the cantina in Nevarro together with your brother. Let‘s see what you‘re thinking about the Mandalorian.

Words: 1k

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The air is stuffy. The room is dark. A few small windows let in a bit of light from the outside. Some weak lamps hang over the tables. Smoke floats in the air, the smell of meat soup and alcohol. Not to mention the smack of shady personalities and illegal deals.

Some guests talk loudly, there is a laugh here and there, others whisper, others cover themselves in silence. Some sit at their tables, others stand at the bar counter.

And there you are. Three headlights illuminate the small area of the counter. Your area. You are busy pouring drinks while talking to your brother. He is currently putting on a pot of fresh meat soup in the background and you do what you like to do during work, tease yourself, tell jokes or being nasty about some of your guests. You know this place like the back of your hand. Of course, you grew up here and since your parents tragically lose their lifes a few years ago, you run the cantina in Nevarro City.

You moan. You are already standing here for seven hours today. Not much, considering that a normal working day can take 15 hours from you. But today it is once again particularly strenuous. You tighten your ponytail, wipe your wet hands on your trouser leg.

Then you walk through the cantina, collect some empty glasses and stop at the table of Greef Karga, an agent of the Bounty Hunters' Guild.

"Can it be something else for you?"

"No thanks Angel, I'm still waiting for someone. I'll let you know if I have another wish."

You wink at him, give him an honest smile and make your way back to the bar counter. You skillfully overlook the suggestive sayings and comments from some obviously drunken guests. You've gotten used to it for far too long and it's hardly worth a reaction to you.

Back behind the bar counter, you put the glasses in the sink and stretch yourself with a moan. Your back cracks loudly.

"What's going on, grandma? Are you starting to weaken?"

You laugh tired. "Oh Robyn, for years I stand behind this cursed counter day after day and my arrogant boss doesn't think it takes me to take a few days off."

Your brother laughs "Fearful boss."

Lost in thoughts, you start rinsing the glasses. Your parents haven't been there for eight years now. For eight years, you are therefore forced to run the cantina every day. Of course, together with your brother and every now and then you also have a temporary worker there, but still your back feels like you've been carrying all the burden on him for eight years.

How long is this supposed to continue? Sure, the cantina is all you have, the legacy of your parents. But you are 33 years old now and it feels like you are stuck in here. The galaxy is almost infinite and you have seen nothing but Nevarro so far. This stony, dusty, far too hot place.

Suddenly the door opens. The warm air from outside reaches you behind the counter and you have a perfect view of every new guest.

Since it is almost dark outside, your eyes need a moment to recognize who or what is in the door. But then the insulated lights of the cantina are reflected in his armor and you recognize it. The Mandalorian. He‘s so tall and broad that you feel like he fills almost the entire door.

With heavy steps, he stomps into the cantina. You roll your eyes. He is followed by a flying crib, which he has always had with him for a few weeks. You can only see a bunch of blankets in it at a time, nothing more. The Mandalorian doesn’t appreciate you, like always. He walks past all guests to the back table where Greef Karga is sitting.

He's a bounty hunter, you know that much. Every few weeks he comes by, exchanges tracking fobs for credits and disappears again. Strange guy, don't talk, at least not with you. He's probably just terribly conceited. This is at least often heard about Mandalorians, in their shiny armor, vain warriors.

Suddenly the call of your name gets you out of your thoughts. - "Angel!" - It's Karga. He shows you with a hand signal that you should bring two drinks over to him and the bounty hunter. Karga has been calling you 'angel' for ages and it's totally okay with you. He has known you since you were a little girl and probably the nickname for you dates back to this time. By now you are everything, just not an angel.

"Should I?" Asks your brother behind you. He knows that you don't like the conceited Mandalorian very much. You shake your head. "No, today is the day, today I‘ll see what's in the crib."

Once you arrive at the table, you‘re standing between Karga and the crib. Karga thanks you, you smile and nod to the shiny giant in Beskar, but as always there is no reaction. It's like his visor is just looking directly through you and you briefly think about whether there is a living human being under it at all.

Then suddenly you hear a noise. A little squeak or marbles. The crib! You are sure that's where it comes from. But before you can take a look inside, the Mandalorian pressed a button and closed it.

Damn. Mission failed.

You frown your eyebrows and give him an angry look, even if you know he's not looking at you anyway. Without another word, you go back to the bar counter. "So?" Your brother asks amused. "I don't like Mandalorians..." you mutter. He laughs.

Less than five minutes later, the shiny bounty hunter leaves the cantina and you know that in a few weeks at the latest, he will be back and you will get a new chance to look into the crib.

>>>>> Chapter 2: I need a break

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NOTES: I hope you like the story and it would be great to get some feedback. This is my first fic and I‘m from Germany, so writing in english is a totally new experience for me. I hope that my mistakes are not too big. Please don't hesitate to point them out to me.

[artzychic27]

Artist Family Values?

Everything is calm. Marinette, Alix, and Rose are playing funeral in the backyard; Felix is helping Juleka write a love note to Rose, confessing her feelings; Nathaniel is arm wrestling That and losing

Marc: Nathaniel, wonderful news. My mother is going to have a baby and she wants us to have it... Right now.

*Several hours of excruciatingly painful labor later*

Little girl: And then mommy kissed daddy, and the angel told the stork. The stork flew down from heaven and left a diamond under a leaf in the cabbage patch, and the diamond turned into a baby.

Marinette: They had sex.

*Later*

Rose: Nathaniel!

Juleka: What news?

Marinette: Nathaniel, what is it?

Nathaniel: It’s an Artist!

The baby’s name is Kiran. He has black eyes and was born with fangs

Marinette and Alix immediately hate the baby and do everything they can to get rid of him. Guillotine, shooting him, dropping him from the roof

Marc: Mari. Alix. Why do you hate the baby?

Alix: We don’t hate him. We just wanna play with him.

Marinette: Especially his head.

To keep Kira out of trouble, Marc and Nathaniel hire a nanny. Lila.

Juleka immediately hates her because of how she’s taken a liking to Rose. Little does she know that she isn’t in love with the blonde. She’s a black widow out for their fortune.

Noticing that Marinette and Alix are onto her, Lila makes it seem like they wanna go to summer camp so they’re not in her way.

Nathaniel: *Disgusted* Fresh air. The scent of pine.

Chloé: Hi. I'm Chloé Bourgeois. Why are you dressed like that?

Marinette: Like what?

Chloé: Like you're going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?

Marinette: Wait.

While at camp, Marinette and Alix make enemies of the popular bratty rich kids and allies out of the outcasts (The Akuma class)

Marinette finds herself glaring at a certain boy from America who glares right back at her... It’s Damian.

Back at the Artists’ home, Rose finds herself falling in love with Lila, much to Juleka’s anger but no one seems to notice

Marc and Nathaniel invite them to a gothic bistro

Lila: I just can't tell. Does she like me at all?

Marc: Of course she does. She pulled out her hair at the sight of you.

Marc and Nathaniel perform the badass tango from the movie

Meanwhile at the cemetery, Lila and Rose get engaged surprisingly quickly

Rose: Good news! I’m engaged!

Juleka: What?! *Felix pats her back for comfort*

Lila: *Shows the ring*

Marc: That ring.

Nathaniel: It was my grandmother’s. She was burried with it.

Lila: *Holds up a shovel*

Later that night at the camp, Alix and Marinette attempt to escape with some help from Damian, but are caught by the brat campers and are forced to sing Kumbaya

Damian and Marinette find themselves becoming closer

Damian: You know... I’m pretty good with a knife myself.

Marinette: ... *Holds Damian’s hand*

Escape attempt #2 is a success. When they hear about the wedding, Marinette and Alix have to go and see if it’ll be a train wreck. Of course, Marinette invites Damian as her plus one.

It’s surprisingly pleasant. Everyone’s dressed in black, the flower girl is tossing dead petals on the ground.

“I do.” “Ditto.” Marinette catches the bouquet.

Damian: Now you have to get married.

Marinette: It’s not binding.

On their honemoon, Lila attempts to kill Rose by dropping a toaster in her bath. Unfortunately for her, Rose is immune to death by electrocution

Needing a new plan and for the Artists to stay out of her way, Lila forbids Rose from seeing or speaking to em ever again.

Meanwhile at camp, Alix shoots an endangered bird!

Camp director 1: It’s a white tailed eagle!

Camp director 2: Aren’t they endangered?

Marinette: They are now

Juleka is sulking after receiving a letter from Rose, saying she can’t see them ever again.

Juleka: Have I done something, said something? Why does she despise me?

Nathaniel: Rose adores you.

Juleka: I'd do anything for her. At her request, I would rip out my eyes. At her command, I would crawl on my stomach through hot coals and broken glass.

Marc: ... You’re in love with Rose?

Back at camp, the directors announce that the campers will be performing the poorly written and quite racist play about the first Thanksgiving

Chloé will be playing Sarah Miller, the outcasts will play the Native Americans, and Marinette will be playing Pocahontas.

Marinette passes out at the announcement

Meanwhile, the Artists visit Rose and Lila at their pristine white mansion.

Juleka: So these are the gates of hell.

Lila forced them to leave, and Rose, out of fear, backs her up.

Marc: I see Lila that you have placed Rose under some strange sexual spell. I respect that. But please, may we see her?

Lila: No!

Marc: You have gone too far. You have married Rose. You have destroyed her spirit. You have taken her from us. All that I could forgive. But, Lila...

Lila: What?!

Marc: ... Pastels?

They leave, but not before Juleka curses Lila.

They try to go to the police, but they won’t take them seriously, and Nathaniel makes the following announcement

Nathaniel: I shall not submit! I shall conquer! I shall rise! My name is Nathaniel Artist, and I have seen evil! *Juleka holds up Kiran* I have seen horror! *Felix waves* I have seen the unholy maggots which feast in the dark recesses of the human soul.

Marc: They’re at camp.

Speaking of camp. The main 3 attempt to escape again, but are caught by the other campers and are soon forced into the Harmony Hut where they’re forced to watch Disney Movies.

Hours without food or drinks later, and they come out looking pale and traumatized

Marinette snaps out of it and traumatizes them back by smiling

With the Artists, something horrible has happened to Kiran. He blonde and has blue eyes!

Marc: My brother!

Nathaniel: *Faints*

Juleka: *Reading from spell book* “Infant possessions. These terrifying changes are most often the result of a troubled family life.”

Marc: Rose!

Juleka: If we don’t get Rose back, we’re talking dimples.

Nathaniel: Not in this house!

Juleka: He could stay this way for years. Forever. He could become... A lawyer.

Nathaniel: No!

Juleka: An orthodontist.

Marc: Juleka, please!

Juleka: ... Mayor.

Nathaniel: NOOO! TAKE ME INSTEAD!

It’s the day of the highly offensive show that portrays Native Americans as uncivilized people.

It goes off well until Marinette flips the script.

Marinette: You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors d’oeurves. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will drive stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, “Do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller. And for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you, and burn your village. To. The. Ground.

The outcasts burn the camp to the ground and attack the brats while the main 3 escape in a canoe.

Meanwhile, Lila tries one last attempt at killing Rose, knowing this won’t fault. A bomb.

When it goes off while she’s out, she’s expecting a blonde corpse. Not Rose holding a tray of cupcakes and a warm smile

Enough is enough.

Lila: *Aims gun* I tried to make it look like an accident! I tried to give you some dignity, but, oh, no, not you!

That shows up to save the day by hitting Lila with his car and helping Rose escape back to the Artists’ Home,

*Now for the best scene*

Marinette: I may never see you again.

Damian: I know.

Marinette: There are forces tearing us apart-- Gary, Lila, tenth grade.

Damian: I'll never forget you.

Marinette: *Touched* You won't?

Damian: You're too weird.

Marinette: We'll always have today and camp

Damian: And this. *He holds up a retainer*

Marinette: What is it?

Damian: Chloé’s retainer. *Drops it to the ground* Meyn ziskeyt.

Marinette: Mi querido.

*The two kiss through the fence before pulling away and wiping their mouths*

Meanwhile, Nathaniel’s lost his mind.

Nathaniel: *Lying in bed* Swing low... Sweet chariot... Coming for to carry me home.

Marc: Oh, my sister is ill and my husband is dying. Juleka, what am I gonna do?

Juleka: Well, you already have a black dress.

Rose returns, apologizes for abandoning them, reconciles with her friends

And at that moment, Marinette and Alix return from camp. They all group hug, and Juleka is about to tell Rose about her feelings for her, until...

Lila: In-laws!

Down in the dungeon, the Artists, Felix, and That are strapped into electric chairs while Lila tells them the story of her life... Through slideshow!

She burned her house down with her parents still in it because they gave her Malibu Barbie instead of Ballerina Barbie

Marc: *Disgusted* Malibu Barbie. The nightmare.

Nathaniel: The nerve.

Her first husband the heart surgeon could never make it on dates, so she committed axe murder.

Juleka: Aw, an axe. That takes me back.

Husband #2 was a Senator who wouldn’t buy Lila that new, expensive car because they had to set an example. She ran him over.

Lila: So I destroyed one innocent life after another. Aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn and... ache and shop? Don't I deserve love... and jewelry?

Marc: *nods* Adios, mi querido.

Nathaniel: Zay gezunt, meyn tayer.

With some encouragement from Felix, Juleka uses her last few moments to confess to Rose

Juleka: Rose, night after night, I have desired you. I would worship every pale, lifeless limb on your body, die and kill for you, love you even after my dying breath. Rose... I love you.

Her confession leaves Rose in tears.

Rose: I love you, too.

Lila: Oh, barf! *Grabs the lever* Goodbye, everyone! Wish me luck!

Artists: Good luck.

Right as she’s about to pull the lever, Kiran, back go normal and by some miracle drops down from the ceiling and switches the wires, making Lila electrocute herself to death

*One year later*

Juleka and Rose got married! Also, it’s Kiran’s birthday! And Damian’s invited!

Rose: And to think I might have missed all this. What was I thinking?

Marinette: Physical pleasure.

While the others are celebrating, Marinette and Damian hang out in the cemetery and talk about marriage. Which Marinette doesn’t want

Damian: But what if you found a man so devoted to you, who worshipped you, that he’d be your eternal love slave?

Marinette: I’d pity him

Damian: *Looks at Lila’s gravestone. ‘Friend, Family, Killer* Damn. Lila was sick.

Marinette: She wasn't sick. She was sloppy.

Damian: What?

Marinette: If I wanted to kill my husband, I'd do it, and I wouldn't get caught.

Damian: How?

Marinette: I'd scare him to death.

Damian: *Scoffs* Sure. *As he goes to lay a flower on Lila’s grave, her hand pops out of the ground and grabs him, making him scream.*

[lovelivingmydreams]

My king au headcannon Part two

So this is the follow up to this post  Which is a headcanon for this au created by @rondoel Enjoy!

Something to think about The king was meditating. He was trying to familiarize himself with the mindscape again, get a better feeling of it and see what his halves had done since the split. He was sorely disappointed. There were pages upon pages of ideas, but he found no evidence of them in the fantasy realm. No traces of the epic quests the ‘light’ half had envisioned, despite how well worked out they appeared. An ‘Ultimate Storytime’ should have left traces in the kingdom. Remus at least lived out his ideas even if they were only ever half formed and lacked substance beyond the initial impulse that brought them about. The results of these outbursts weren’t all that impressive either. He didn’t examine the ideas too closely. Obviously his perfectionistic half had abandoned them for a reason and so they weren’t worth his time. The one named Roman had spent some time in the fantasy realm, but he didn’t considered it his main duty. Instead he’d wasted time on crafting ‘ideas’ and ‘bonding’ with the others. Even the impulsive Remus had prioritized interacting with Deceit over expressing himself. Disgusting. Not that he could truly fault either of his halves. Other than his purpose every trace of him had been purged from their minds during the split. They hadn’t known to distrust the others the way he knew they should’ve. Obviously the others were to blame for all this.

As he thought of them he could feel his minister’s energy surging and subsiding in subtle burst and raging waves. One of Roman’s nickname for him ‘Stormy Knight’ seemed to suit the boy quite well at the moment. The minister was mostly alone, aside from morality. Someone had to babysit him he supposed. Suddenly he became aware of music… something strange yet familiar. “Disney. Medley.” A faint memory offered him. He remembered Disney. It was his aspiration to create worlds and adventures just as amazing for Thomas to escape to when the real world inevitably bored him. Clearly he hadn’t been gone long enough for that to change. Though he didn’t recognize the melody that was currently playing, even though he could tell that it wasn’t something obscure and nearly forgotten to Thomas. The entire imagination responded to the melody as if it was an old friend. Almost as if it was born here even. There were voices singing, a magnificent harmony. Powerful and foreboding. He followed the sound of the voices and soon saw a structure appear. As he approached he found it was a massive statue expertly carved from marble. Center stage stood a figure he recognized as Thomas holding his hands in front of him to form a heart. A brilliant smile on his face. It was heartwarming to see his boy like that. To Thomas’ left stood grown Morality with one arm thrown over his shoulder and another pulling the hooded side, Anxiety, his minister, into the group. The young side allowed it with a small smirk and gentle eyes directed at their protégé. On Thomas’ right stood Logic, a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder as he adjusted his glasses, which did not conceal the fond look on the man’s face. On Logic’s right stood Deceit, his back slightly turned to the rest and adjusting his hat, but also with a soft, caring expression gracing his features. Then right behind Thomas, standing slightly taller than they would have in reality, seemingly standing on a stage behind the group, but close enough to still be part of the ensemble, was him. Or the two sides that had been him for a while. Roman looked regal and was posing as though he had not a care in the world, his eyes proudly overseeing his subjects. Not minding the presence of Remus who was hanging of his ‘brother’s’ shoulders and making a face. It was an idyllic picture that never was and now never could be. There was beauty in it’s tragic impossibility. At the feet of the stone depictions were stone letters. Fam in cursive and then in big bold lines ILY. And leaning against the L was the minister, singing the song that had lured King away from his meditation. The shadows around him were aiding in his musical endeavor drifting around him and the statue. King took in the marvel once more, wondering how the nervous side had managed to create such a blessing with what should’ve been a cruel curse for at least a few more days before King would grant the young one his council and guidance. He hadn’t enjoyed being cruel to him. Not entirely. Sure, he had opposed creativity in the past and deserved to be disciplined. But king also knew how integral he was to the process. Roman’s discoveries regarding that weren’t lost to him. He couldn’t silence Anxiety completely. He would not get Thomas to go on adventures at all if he did so. But he had to teach him his place now, before he got any ideas of fighting him. The minister had been about to try just that and might have been successful too if he’d gone all out at once. But luckily he seemed unaware of his own abilities, or at least unwilling to use them on what he still thought to be the twins he’d known all his life. Alas he’d never get the opportunity again. “It all can be sold!” the shadows chorused around the teen-like side, captivating baby Morality with their movements as the little one clutched to the dark uniform and distracting King from his musings. “As a specimen yes I’m intimidating!” One voice continued, drifting around the side who was swaying to the music playing in his headphones with his eyes closed, holding onto Morality and then the dark clad side sang himself. “You can blame my friends on the ooootheeeer siiiiiiiiiide.” And just like that the shadows dispersed. Mostly anyway. They still swirled around the minister, but they were more of a dark aura than when they originally manifested. Anxiety seemed to be in better spirits than when he came to offer his ridiculous apology to Roman. King barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the memory. What a waste of time. Still it had been sincere, at least it seemed to be. And King wasn’t completely insensitive. He could understand that it would be hard for this young one to let go of his halves when he had never known them as one. Perhaps, King could cut him a little slack. Though he would have to remain vigilant… Hmmm, why did that word feel so odd when thinking about… Right, Virgil. Everyone had names now. Not that he cared much for those. Names were too… Names were for friends, allies. He didn’t need a name, nor did his subjects. Lest any of them forget who was in charge. King wouldn’t. Never again. The infant noticed that they were no longer alone in the room and tugged at Anxiety’s hair to get his attention. In response Thomas’ guardian pulled off his headphones and looked down at the heart. “What’s wrong popstar… or… Well, doesn’t really fit right now I guess,” Anxiety chuckled a little sadly. “Guess I’m more the dad now than you, huh?” he mused. “When this is all over, I promise I’ll never complain about you treating me like your kid again.” There was an uneasiness forming in King’s stomach. Anxiety was close with Morality, both Roman and Remus remembered that. But… how close was Morality with Anxiety? King knew that their ‘moral compass’ could be as two faced as Deceit. No, this could be part of an elaborate plan to gain his trust, he’d fallen for it once before. And of course they’d send Anxiety to do their dirty work now that all of them had already shown him their true colors. Little Morality pointed at King and Anxiety looked up, curious at first and then his eyes widened in fear. He put the child behind him and stood in a strange mixture of a respectful bow and a defensive stance. Arms slightly spread to shield his friend and head raised so he didn’t quite let his eyes leave King’s frame. “I…I’m sorry if I was too loud,” Anxiety offered with trembling voice, assuming he’d angered his king someway. Good. King approached, not sure if he was in the mood to scold or to praise just yet, but stopped about three steps in front of Anxiety as his foot hit something. He looked down and saw that the floor surrounding his minister was covered in sketches. He looked up at Anxiety with a raised brow, curious to hear what had brought on this little storm of creativity. And he found him staring at the sketches around them in horror. Then he seemingly felt the structure behind him, he turned and looked up in horror, trembling even harder. He looked back at King with wide eyes. “I…I didn’t mean to…” he started. “Then I look forward to see what you create for me when you intend to do so young one,” King mutters calmly, as he bids one of the drawings to come to his hand. As far as he can tell it’s two children playing in a forest. “Tell me about this one boy,” he instructs as he shows Anxiety the drawing. The side takes the sketch with a frown and looks at it for a moment before a small smile of recognition appears on his face. “I’d manifested for about two months. Remus felt it was about time I came on an adventure,” he starts explaining, and as he does the drawing rises up and gains colors and details that weren’t there before. Anxiety didn’t seem to notice, too captivated by his own memory as he described how freaked out he was by the forest and all its creepy creatures. Remus never let a single one touch him though. Still, it was stressful for him and he didn’t come along as often as Remus would like. The painting showed two preteens, Remus and Anxiety, the later clutching a comfort item, pillow or blanket, King wasn’t sure, maybe it was a stuffed animal. They were running around and laughing. But in their shadows Anxiety was curled up in a ball and Remus was making a gesture as if he’d just popped out and screamed ‘boo’. A lovely memory with a shadow side. But that was the nicest thing Anxiety could create with the power King had granted. Once the story was done and the painting finished, King snapped his fingers and conjured a dark wooden frame with a vine pattern around it and hung it on a non-existent wall. “I’m sorry, I know you said to get rid of the feelings, but I… I can’t… I always mess up like this please I…” Anxiety flinched when King reached out for him. Curling into himself, expecting another curse or some other punishment perhaps. Which is probably why his posture relaxed and his face was overcome with confused surprise when all he received was a brief pat on his hair. “You may not have gotten rid of those feelings but you did something even better,” King laid a hand on Anxiety’s shoulder and looked down on him. “You made something out of them. I am very pleased with you,” he informed his disciple. Anxiety looked up at him confused. “Really?” he asked, his voice breaking over the single word. Before King could answer, a displeased cooing pulled Anxiety’s attention away. He turned around and picked up the infant who immediately latched onto his neck and stared at King over his shoulder. Clearly the infant retained enough of Morality’s adult thoughts to be wary of him. Good it wouldn’t be a proper curse if the traitor wasn’t aware of the danger King posed to him and his precious family. King grinned menacingly at Morality, hoping it’d confirm the child’s worst fears about his intentions for who he apparently considered a son. What could be worse than agonizing over the fact that your sins would result in an innocent paying for them? For that innocent to be your child of course. “Please Pat, behave alright?” Anxiety muttered as he got up and turned back to the king. “Sorry… Your majesty. He’s a bit clingy,” the young man offered nervously. “Not your fault. I don’t quite understand why Logic and Deceit would leave the care for such a fussy child to their youngest.” Not quite true, King could perfectly see how they thought they had to concentrate on finding a weapon against him that they hadn’t tried already. But still. One would think that the two oldest should be in charge of protecting both their young ones, instead of letting them wander off into the territory of their enemy. If Anxiety had failed to entertain him with his tale, who knows what he would’ve done to amuse himself during this second visit? Maybe he’d put morality in a bit of a dilemma… He might still do so if he ever needed for Anxiety to see that his ‘dad’ didn’t love him as much as he always claimed. “Taking care of him keeps my mind occupied. I don’t want to give Thomas nightmares or anxiety attacks. He doesn’t deserve to suffer for our messes,” Anxiety explained. King might be mistaken, but that almost sounded accusatory. He elected to ignore it. Once his rule was properly reestablished, he could revisit the subject if at all necessary, which he doubted. “Well, creating art seems to do the trick just as well,” he mused as he called forth another picture. Anxiety guessed what he wanted, looked at the picture and started to talk about the movie night and a popcorn fight, then a duel with cardboard swords and laughing about memories of middle school. The colors once again revealed a pleasant day, with a shadow of self-doubt and fear of abandonment. The shadows showed Anxiety pleading on his knees while Roman threatened him with a sword. This time the frame King made was golden and held roses. “C…Can I ask something milord,” Anxiety asked timidly. “Questions are always welcomed in the realm of creativity,” King decreed. Questions created possibilities. “What happened? Before the split I mean? The other’s won’t ever tell me.” That surprised King. And from the way Morality stiffened, he had to assume it was the truth. They’d really not taken the chance to sway Anxiety’s opinion in their favor? For a moment he considers spinning a grand tale of betrayal and heartbreak, but he found the very thought of recalling the details of the events leading up to the split… unpleasant. “I trusted them and they turned against me because they disagreed with my vision for Thomas,” he informed Anxiety calmly, hoping it was enough for now. “I’m sorry. That… That is terrible,” he whispered hugging Morality closer. The young minister couldn’t see it but there were tears in Morality’s eyes. Which pleased King. Let the bespectacled traitor be afraid this may end up being the last hug he’ll ever receive from his precious Anxiety. Was this why they didn’t tell him? Because they knew that there was no spin they could give to their deeds that wouldn’t destroy the trust they’d built with the one among them who already feared being betrayed. “I… It was a long time ago. I think… Logan seemed very ashamed of what happened. Even Janus seems to feel bad. I’m sure… can’t we all…” Anxiety struggled to express his desires, but a new drawing showed what he wanted. King and Logic shaking hands amidst the others, all back to normal and smiling relieved. Faint shadows of Roman and Remus with an arm around one another’s shoulders right behind King. The fact that his minister’s powers had conjured it showed that the desire felt impossible. King dismissed this drawing in favor of another. Anxiety sighed, accepting that the subject was finished, and continued to regale him with stories of the twins. Sometimes it was a sad memory where the shadows revealed his care and worry for them both. Like a fight over a failed audition where shadow Anxiety was trying to patch up shadow Roman. Or a fight about a nightmare where the shadow of Anxiety was embracing Remus. Then memories of the other’s came. A debate about negative thoughts where shadow Logic laid a hand on shadow Anxiety’s shoulder as a gesture of pride. A staring match with Deceit but their shadows were reaching for each other. One memory had no shadows. The ‘lights’ were in Anxiety’s domain and reaching out for him as he sat huddled in on himself on the ground. The image was conflicted enough on it’s own. Then King picked up a drawing of Morality. “That’s the first time you came to talk to me remember Pat?” Virgil coed to the child who’d been rather quiet during the creation of this gallery. Anxiety recalled how he’d been upset about another fight with Roman and he’d come over and sat with him in silence. Then he’d offered him one of his cookies. It had surprised Anxiety, he knew how much Morality loved his cookies. Sharing one was his standard gesture of love and appreciation. But Anxiety felt like he didn’t deserve either at the time. He felt trapped in a role he didn’t want to play. And because of Morality talking to him that day, for the first time, he thought that maybe he didn’t have to be. Anxiety talked more about how the thought was quickly dismissed as unrealistic but King found that it was hard to focus. The colors revealed a painting of a side being offered a hand by Morality. He didn’t even notice the shadows this time. It was like he was trapped in his own memories. Then suddenly, he was back in the present and heard something beside him. A wailing child and someone gasping for air like they’d ran a marathon at full speed. He looked down and found Anxiety curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth with a crying Morality sitting next to him clutching onto his arm. Before he could wonder what had happened he could feel the others approaching at high speed. He stepped back, not wanting to be found too close to the distressed side. He could not allow them to think for even a moment, that he felt a second of worry for the minister. He didn’t, but he didn’t need the implications of such a show of weakness to bring his strength into question. “Patton! Virgil!” Deceit called out, causing Morality to calm down and just let out a few more sniffles. King set up a disinterested mask and turned to the approaching sides. “Oh good, deal with this. They bore me,” he drawled calmly as he stepped aside. He was barely acknowledged which he normally would take offense in, but he’d let it slide until he knew what had happened just now. And if it had anything to do with that terrible feeling that had struck him when he saw Anxiety’s drawing. Logic kneeled next to Anxiety and Deceit spoke with Logic’s voice. “Virgil, can you hear us?” The boy nodded. “May we touch you?” Another nod and Logic placed his hands on the side’s shoulders. “Breath Virgil, in for 4, hold for 7 out for 8, you can do it.” One more nod and the side started to follow the rhythm that was tapped on his shoulders, stuttering trough the 4th count of holding his breath. “That’s alright, try again.” King observed as the two patiently helped Anxiety to breathe normally again. Somewhere along the line the troubled side started to whisper ‘sorry,’ and ‘so stupid’. “You are not stupid, your feelings are valid and we are here to help you with them. We shouldn’t have left you on your own. Especially not with him around,” Deceit growled, now in his own voice, before turning to King. “I don’t care what you do to me, but leave Virgil out of this! He has nothing to do with this.” Before king could retort. Claim the responsibility and remind Deceit that he’ll play with his minister however he likes, the boy spoke up himself. “Not his fault. Just, random attack,” he muttered. Deceit and King looked down and found Anxiety holding onto Logic with Morality trying his best to stand on wobbly legs while holding onto the purple sash adorning the minster uniform. Logic and Morality were staring at him accusatory, but Anxiety was pleading with Deceit. “You don’t have to defend him Virgil. We know what he’s like… And we’ll do a better job at protecting you now. I swear. Let us look out for you for once, please,” Deceit pleaded. So interesting. For all Anxiety’s fears of being abandoned and betrayed, the others seemed to fear for his safety before their own. Had they changed? Or had Anxiety not yet given them sufficient reason to be muzzled? Or was it his drastic decision of muzzling himself that had made them cautious of messing with his part of their duties? “I’m not. Jan look at me. You’d know if I was lying. He was just listening to me. He didn’t do anything bad. I promise.” Deceit frowned confused. “He didn’t do this to harm you? To cause you to create…” Finally Deceit really looked at what King and Anxiety had been working on and the statue Anxiety had done all by himself. “Virgil what…” “I don’t know, I was listening to music and all this just sort of happened. His majesty was helping me finish some drawings,” he explained, confusing King. Was he… what’s the term? Covering for him? Then Anxiety got up, picking up Morality and looking at Logic who followed his movements, hands hovering around him. As if he were afraid that the younger side would fall apart at any moment. “Please, just go back alright, I’ll be fine. Thanks for helping but you should focus on making sure Thomas is alright,” Anxiety explained bravely, not quite looking at the others. Had recalling all his doubts and fears made him suspicious of the others? This could benefit King greatly. “Run along now. And take Morality. I have matters to discuss with my minister. In private,” King informed Logic and Deceit. Anxiety looked from King back to his tutor and confidant and offered him Morality. Logic shook his head with wide eyes. “Logan, it’s alright. You look after Pat for a minute. I’ll be back soon. Just… Please trust me?” Logic hesitated, sighed in defeat and took the child. He moved to leave, but paused. He turned and laid a hand on Anxiety’s shoulder, a moment passed while the two held each other’s gaze. Anxiety nodded and patted Logic’s hand. “I will be safe. When am I ever not?” Something that would have been a chuckle rippled through Logic’s chest as he stepped away and started walking back to the commons, glancing back every ten steps or so. “Virgil… I…” Deceit started, unable to finish the thought. “I know. I’ll be okay.” And with that final assurance and a distrustful look towards King the last of the traitors left. “Why?” King wondered. It seemed obvious to him that whatever Anxiety just went through was actually meant for him. And not only had he taken the hit, he had covered for him as well. “I’m anxiety, taking on the insecurities and fears of the others is part of my job. I don’t take it all, just the really bad bits when I can take it. And… it took me forever to open up to the others about my own attacks. It wasn’t my place to share about yours. It’s nothing personal. Just me being professional I guess,” he shrugged casually. King allowed himself a small smirk and once again reached out to pat Anxiety’s hair. Once more the boy’s first instinct was to flinch, but he still let him do as he pleased. “Well done my boy. You have potential,” he told him before returning his attention to another drawing, leaving the one of Morality frameless. Later he might tell the little one a bit more about the betrayal. But first. He needed to get to know him better. “Now how about this one.”Being petted like a dog was degrading, humiliating. Trying to not just be civil towards him but formal and respectful was torture. But it was better than what he feared would happen every time the King moved his hand towards him. Virgil didn’t like being changed against his will and this king would do as he pleased with him. Which is why he had to keep him happy and away from the others. He ignored the urge to smile every time he received the king’s praise. He is not going to develop Stockholm Syndrome just because off a few half-baked complements. This guy is still a threat to Thomas… Even if the others, maybe made a mistake in the past and have a hard time owning up to that right now. Fact remained that Virgil’s job was to keep everyone safe. That meant making them not want to decapitate the king over an anxiety attack he hadn’t triggered on purpose. Still… What had triggered the attack?

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Growing up, Beauty and The Beast has always been one of the fairy tales wich i have a deep emotional connection. I love how it combines elements of adventure, mystery, horror, comedy, drama and romance to form a beautifull narrative about external versus internal beauty, coming of age, self-discovery, familial love, friendship, building of a romantic love and redemption. And connecting me to this emotional rollercoaster of a story, is the heroine, the curious and sensitive Beauty, who faces her fear of the unknown to save the life of her father, and trough this act of sacrifice discovers eternal happiness in the most unlikely of places.

And tonight, i make this humble ranking in tribute to her.

12º Mitsuko Horie as Maria in Grimm’s Fairy Tale Classics (1989)

In this anime episode based on the german variant The Summer and Winter Garden, we are presented to Maria, a simple and hardworking peasant girl who is kidnapped by the Beast away from her family home. Maria lives a long period of silent sadness in the Beasts palace, until he starts to show a more sensitive and considered side, and she forgives him. When he lets her go visiting her family, Maria has to say goodbye to her father, who dies, and due to her grief, forgets for a moment of Beast’s castle. And after finally remembering, she rushes in despair hoping to save Beasts’s life...

Maria is the most vulnerable encarnation of Beauty, and one cannot help but constantly want to hug her in protection.

11º Léa Seydoux as Belle in Christophe Gans’s La Belle et La Bête (2014)

A young woman who tries to act always calm and serious, but inside herself hides deep sadness and melancholy, born from the feeling that she is considered guilty for the death of her mother at her childbirth. So she treats her journey to the Beast’s castle as a way to make amends, because she feels that if her father went to die at the Beast’s hands for picking a rose that she asked for, it would be another death that would be her guilt. And in the castle, exploring the mirrors that reveal the Beast’s past, she learns that someone shares her desire of becoming cleaned from any feeling of guilt, and take its right to happiness.

10º Trish Van Devere as Belle Beaumont in Beauty and The Beast (1976)

An older, more grounded and no nonsense, but still sensitive portrayal. Coming from a family formed by a well-intentioned but misguided father, two materialistic and mean spirited older sisters, a vulnerable younger brother and a cruel brother-in-law,  Van Devere’s Belle has great pressure over her shoulders to be the voice of reason to people around her, wich makes us empathize with the state of tiredness she gets in. She is always tough and honest when necessary, and kind and gentle when she also needs to be.

09º Nina Krachkovskaya/Amy Irving as Anastasia/Nastenka in Soyuzmultifilm’s Alenkiy Tsvetochek (1952)

In this animated short adaptation of the russian variant The Scarlet/Crimson Flower, writen by Sergey Aksakov, our Beauty is Nastenka, the youngest daughter of a brave captain of a merchant ship. Nastenka is a dreamer, shy, and prone to philosophical melancholy, even tough she doesn’t necessarily knows the reason of her sadness, what makes her self-discovery all the more relatable to audiences, specially young ones.

08º Marina Ilichyova as Aljona in Irina Povolotskaya’s Alenkiy Tsvetochek (1977)

Besides also sharing the shiness, sadness and melancholy of her animated counterpart, the peasant-girl-next-door Aljona is also a deeply frightened young woman, whose narrative arc involves learning to let herself loose a bit more, and not let her fears dominate her. This arc is highlighted in the moments where she gives a subtle smile when she talks to and plays along the Beast of the Forest.

07º Joyce Taylor as Lady Althea in Edward L. Kahn’s Beauty and The Beast (1962)

An elegant and confident noble lady, Lady Althea is the fiancée of the wise, brave and humble Duke Eduardo. She arrives at the dukedom excited with the wedding, but makes a discovery: since assuming power as a ruler, Eduardo is under a curse that turns him into a Beast every night. Now Althea has to deal with the dillema of staying to support her fiancée with her love, or leaving, in fear of his Beast side, and Joyce Taylor’s performance in the role engages us into this dilema till the end.

06º Dima Bawab as Zémire in Zémire et Azor (2014)

This comic ópera composed by the belgian André Grétry transports the story to a fairy tale land combination between France and Persia, presenting us to the adorable Zémire, a merry, romantic and idealistic young lady, who enjoys letting herself get loose in a world of dreams, reading books of fantastical stories. She also is curious and inquisitive, insistently questioning the servant Ali until he thells what concers so much her father, so she gets to take the journey to the palace of Azor, the Prince turned into a Beast. There, at first she is scared, but then, showing a sense of wonder, starts playing with the wolves that guard the palace and have merry conversations with Azor, with whom she eventually falls in love.

05º Josette Day as Belle in Jean Cocteau’s La Belle et La Bête (1946)

At the same time a relatable audience surrogate, and an individual character in her own right. Day’s Belle starts as a mysteryous woman, with a stoic, resilient face, and elegant, if rigid, gait. As the film rolls, we slowly get to piece her passions, her vulnerabilities and her fears. Specially her fear of leaving the comfort of her family home life, adventuring to the unknown, and falling in love.

04º Vanessa Williams as Beauty in Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales For Every Child (1995)

The sister of a tall and strong, tough lazy man, named Tree, and a pretty, tough vain lady, named Precious, William’s Beauty is brave, truthfull, altruístic, and also has a light hearted sense of humour and an introspective sensibility. The highlight of this encarnation is when she is at her home room’s window, she sings a song pondering her doubts between staying at her family home, or returning to the Beast’s palace.

03º Beauty from Megan Kearney’s Beauty and The Beast Webcomic (2012-17)

Made as a tribute to other Beauties that camed previously, while being her own version. An emotionally repressed young woman, who lost her mother at childbirth, and suffered bullying during childhood, being called ‘ugly duckling’ by other kids, Kearney’s Beauty grows burying her emotions in the hard work on her family’s farm, and is in search of an identity and a place in the world. One day she asks for a rose that grows in winter that appeared in her dreams, and this is the exciting incident that catapults her journey to the Beast’s enchanted castle, where she blossoms into a lady who is brave, witty and confident. 

02º Paige O’Hara as Belle in Disney’s Beauty and The Beast (1991)

The first encarnation i ever saw when i was a child. The young lady who newly arrived at a small village, with an introspective bookworm behaviour that is the target of her neighbours. She doesn’t pay attention to the gossip, but laments her loneliness, and longs for a friend who understands her sensitivity and shares her desire for adventure in the great wild somewhere. When she first meets the Beast, she resists coming closer to him,  who provokes fear and anger in her. But after the Beast saves her from wolves, Belle’s reaction, while still energic, becomes of compassion, empathy and zeal. As she spends more time with the Beast, learning to see him as her friend, Belle finally notices that her beautfiull discontentment was rewarded, because she finally found someone to understand her.

And now the moment that everyone was whaiting: My Number One Beauty is...

01º Zdena Studenková as Julie in Juraj Herz’s Panna a Netvor (1978)

Julie is the youngest of the merchant’s three daughters, and also the daughter born of his second wife and greatest love. This makes her the merchant’s favorite daughter, while in turn that favoritism makes her life very sheltered, since her father fears loosing her like he lost her mother. When she takes her father’s place and rides a horse to the ruins that the Beast calls his palace, you get the feel that is not only out of filial duty, but also a desire for freedom that motivates her decision. Arriving at her destiny, she is fascinated by the ruins and the magic that they contain, and gets even more fascinated by the voice of the mysteryous Beast, who unbknowns to Julie, is containing a violent desire to devour her. Slowly, Julie learns that it wasn’t just out of curiosity that she inquired and playfully talked to her host: even without seeing the Beast, Julie is falling in love with Beast, and must decide wheter she accepts this feeling or rejects it and returns to the safety of her family home.

Starting out as passive, but slowly revealing herself to be braver than she ever expected, showing strenght in her vulnerability when learning to find the sublime in the grotesque, Zdena Studenková’s Julie is both an easy to follow audience surrogate and a unique individual character, beautifull in her complexities, and that is why she is my Number One portrayal of Beauty.

HONORABLE MENTIONS: Susan Sarandon as Beauty in Faerie Tale Theatre (1984)