#misunderstood like the king in yellow

[peachsayshi]

i think it’d be so cute if sukuna is napping and his son comes to put flowers in his hair 🥹

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: fluff; domestic - wc: 704

"Rai?"

You glance from room to room, your worry pinching between your brows. The two of you had just come back from the garden and while you were distracted speaking to your ladies in waiting, your son decided to scamper off with his little basket of treasures somewhere else within the palace. It takes you a few minutes until his possible whereabouts click in your head, so you turn on your heel and head towards the opposite direction.

The screen door is open, revealing the cursed king's quarters. Sukuna was fast asleep, taking his usual mid-afternoon nap. Rai is standing by his side, one hand holding his basket while the other slowly rummages through the delicate flowers inside.

Your son places a yellow flower between the blades of his father's pink hair, having already curated a small field while you've been searching for him this whole time.

Rai scrunches his nose thoughtfully, a unique little trait he does when thinking which Sukuna recently pointed out to you. He rummages through the petals and leaves, until finally pulling out a purple bloom that suited his eye. The stem is longer and thicker than the others, but you hold back a laugh watching your son directly stab the end atop the crown of his father's head.

Sukuna grimaces.

Rai huffs out a breath of disappointment, mirroring his father's disgruntled expression as he tries to plunge the flower into the roots of his scalp once again.

Sukuna groans lightly, bringing one arm to lightly wave over his head, assuming it might just be a pesky fly.

Rai pulls the flower close to his face, staring at it thoughtfully before raising his brow as an idea passes through.

He then, smartly, slides the stem through the crack behind Sukuna's ear, effectively waking up your beast from his slumber.

Sukuna's eyes flutter open, one hand reaching to swipe away his son's tiny palm but the second he feels the warmth of his skin his whole body relaxes.

"What are you doing, pest?" he murmurs, the scratch in his voice a sign of his exhaustion.

"We got flowers!" your son squeaks, the basket slipping from his hand as Sukuna scoops him up from the ground.

He stands upright - his height daunting, and your child almost a comical figure clutched against his muscular frame.

Rai brings two hands to his cheeks, "You look nice, papa!"

"I was sleeping," he pouts with frustration, noticing your presence when he tilts his head to face you.

His shoulders relax, his body angling your way as he approaches you. He shakes his hair out halfway through, a rain of flowers cascading into a trail behind his feet.

Rai whips his head furiously. "Papa, the flowers!" he exclaims, wriggling slightly to release himself.

Sukuna sighs as he crouches onto the floor, allowing Rai to gather up the flowers that fell.

"Wait, I'll put 'em back on..." his son insists.

Sukuna rolls his eyes before gazing up at you helplessly from underneath his lashes, remaining kneeled to stay on his son's level.

"Just toss it away-" he curly replies.

Rai pauses and looks down at the flowers in his hands. A few seconds register for him to comprehend his father's command, but he misunderstood the snide comment and instead through the flowers above his head like they were strings of confetti.

Sukuna facepalms, and you chuckle.

Rai giggles at both your reactions, and picks up the bruising petals and wilting stems from the ground.

Despite his withdrawn reactions, Sukuna's body responds with devotion. He makes room for his son to slot himself back into his frame, and naturally tilts his head lower so that he can stick the flowers back into his hair once again.

You inch closer to the pair, your lover instantly curling an arm around the back of your thighs to welcome you into his embrace.

"He's right," you blurt, "you do look pretty..."

"Don't start with me, brat," Sukuna teasingly responds through gritted teeth.

When Rai manages to stick the last flower back on, he seals the act by holding his father's chin and kissing him softly on the jaw.

The cursed king hums, and your heart flutters with love.

[acrystalwitch]

First an introduction to Lucifer: Usually in my deity guides this is where I’d share a bit of mythology on the deity I learned from their texts. Here will be a lot of UPG and SPG instead from him and other followers of his instead, as the texts he is in purely see him as evil and misunderstand him. This might ruffle some feathers so again please know; I understand I’m speaking from my own UPG a lot.

From the best of my understanding, and from what Lucifer has shared with me…

Lucifer was an Angel from the Christian religion. He was his father’s most beautiful Angel.

His father made the angels to serve him and always rule under him, he was the only god in his pantheon and wanted to stay that way.

The angels never even questioned it, things were how they were and that was that. But, Lucifer started to question it, he felt it was unfair and cruel for a god to create so many creations just to serve him and worship him, it was selfish and controlling. So he asked to be treated as an equal, and instead was punished.

In that he gathered all of the angels he’d been able to rally behind his cause. He wanted to free them of the idea that told them they couldn’t ever be more than his servants. Lucifer revealed to them that they were all no different from gods themselves. They rebelled against their controller, and lost.

Lucifer and his angels were kicked out of their pantheon and thrown into Hell, being called ‘demons’ now.

The demons rule different parts of hell and Lucifer is said to be the king of all of it. But I also believe he spends most of his time on Earth.

When Lucifer saw that his father created humans and was doing the same to them in Eden that he’d done to the angels he felt so sorry for them. He snuck his way into the garden and tried to get them to pull the veil from their eyes. He helped them see that they could make decisions for themself, and that’s the energy he continues to try and bring to us all wherever he can.

He is a deity of love for humanity, love for freedom and independence. A god of rebellion and justice for those who have been walked all over. He is angry and sad and kind and fair. He is pride and self love. Confidence and knowing yourself inside and out.

My personal experience with Lucifer:

He is the 3rd deity I brought into my personal pantheon I worship and he is very key to my pagan practice.

He came into my life to help with a lot of my religious trauma and things revolving around the church and my childhood and my parents.

He also helps with a lot of my gender and trans issues, as I and many others that work with him see him as a more non-binary being (I use he/him pronouns mainly but I have always felt Lucifer isn’t binary)

He appears in meditations to me as a blonde man, looking kind of sad at times, but other days very excitable and probably the one that makes me laugh the most (next to Thor)

WHY ALL THE LEMONS

You might’ve noticed almost everything I do surrounding lucifer I talk about lemons or have images of lemons.

Plain and simple answer is, lucifer really likes lemons 😂

It just kind of became our thing because I’ve always really liked sour fruits. They seem misunderstood like him, but also bright and sunny , with that sour kick.

On that note…

Other offerings for Lucifer

(Of all of my deities Lucifer cares the least about physical offerings and the most about spending quality time together)

- yellow, orange, red, black candles

- sunstone

- citrine

- carnelian

- flower agate

- gold jewelry

- wine

- Sun water

-chocolate

- citrus/lemon incense

-coffee

-tree fruits

Non physical offerings

- acts of rebellion

- artwork

- poetry

- shadow work

- hanging out with him while you do mundane activities

- learn about yourself, get to know yourself

If you have a lot of trauma in your past about the Christian religion and have felt like he might be reaching out to you, it could be worth pulling out your preferred divination method and having a check.

He has worked wonders for me already and I’ve found a lifelong friend in him as well. Of all my deities I’d say he’s the most understanding of humanity and what we go through and it just feels like talking to a wise friend sometimes.

[kuwdora]

Saturday Morning Vid Recs - Animals

@poetikat So I know you like cats.... This post started out as a recs list of cat vids. but then I realized there are a ton of other animal vids that you'll get a kick out of and so here I am, with another batch of goodies for you!

Cats!!

Hug Cats! by @rhea314 and @sandalwoodbox. Multi-source. Like…really multi-source! 😻😻😻😻 Cats cats cats cats cats.

Breaking the Habit by Isagel. My Cat From Hell. This vid will make you crack up, it’s amazing. I don't want to be the one the battles always choose.

Murder (Or a Heart Attack) by sisabet. New Girl. Parenting a cat, lmao. "Introducing the mouse-murderin', the heart burglarin', the king of the kennel, Furguson Michael Jordan Bishop!" --Winston Bishop

Happiness and Home by sternenschnuppendrachenschicksal. The Aristocats. ❤️❤️❤️ Home is where the heart is.

Doggos!

Send Me On My Way by @elipie. Wishbone. Wishbone!! the tv Wishbone! Wishbone in all the costumes and adorableness, this is so much love. We will run, we will crawl.

I'll Be There For You by @eruthros. Pit Bulls and Parolees. Animal rescue and love and hugs. "It's for more than three hundred pitbulls, the world's most misunderstood breed of dog; it's for parolees, the guys I hire because no one else will."

Dreams by eunice. Marley & Me. WARNING: The dog dies. This vid will ruin your soul. It’s full of SO MUCH LOVE. And grief. It’s fucking beautiful and ruinous. Tread with caution.

Puppy Love by cosmic_llin. Multi-source. PUPPIES!!!!! Dolly Parton music and PUPPIES.

They’re Good Dogs Brent by bessyboo, platinumvampyr. We Rate Dogs. This vid is pure joy. h*ckin good dogs.

Times Like These by eunice. All Dogs Go to Heaven. Eunice has a motif of killing dogs but this vid is a little more light. Times like these I learn to live again.

Dinosaurs, Penguins, Horses, Rats, Bears and Duckies, Oh my!

Stay Alive by milly. Land Before Time. Scroll down for the YouTube link on this page. This is another incredible animation throwback and full of so much heart. We'll do whatever just to stay alive.

Every Penguin Dance Now by Mr. Anderson. Happy Feet. Nobody was rocking the vidding dancefloor like Mr. Anderson’s editing back in the day. This vid is a 10000000% must-see.

Heart Alone by sasha_feather. Seabiscuit (2003). Found family! Horses!!!!

The Walker by @rhoboat77. Rataouille (2007). This vid is SO. FUCKING. CUTE. Don't miss this one!

Everything I Do by bironic. Cocaine Bear. Warning for drug use and brief implied bear injury, but this vid is not as graphic as the film. It is, however, extremely hilariously inappropriate laugh out loud funny. I can't help it. There's nothin' I want more.

1234 - A Bear Named Winnie by @kuwdora. A Bear Named Winnie (2004). This is slash vid with a bear at the heart of it all. A live action film based on the bear that inspired Winnie the Pooh. Two men go off to war and parent a bear cub. Oh, you're changing your heart. Scroll down in my vidpost to hear me scream about how this movie was made for me.

Somewhere Only We Know by @kiki-miserychic. Winnie the Pooh. This animated Pooh vid is SO sweet and wonderful! I had to run to the vidder to find a link to share since it's not on YouTube but well worth the download and viewing!

Rubber Duckie by krim. Taskmaster UK. This is so unbearably cute! A Taskmaster celebration of our little yellow friends!

Animals of the Sea

(You Drive Me) Crazy by @CherryIce. Sharknado. I cannot get through this vid without laugh crying. Please please please watch this vid and tell Cherry how much you laughed. Please, do it for me. Baby, I'm so into you.

A-ha by sol-se. Deep Blue Sea. This one makes me CACKLE and howl and slap my knees and also this song is so fucking good and just goddamn amazing. LL Cool J trying to kill a shark with a lighter. The way Solvi uses this song! Brilliant. Scientists experiment on sharks in an isolated ocean lab because that is a good idea. Thomas Jane is a shark wrangler, and LL Cool J is a cook with a parrot. Also, Samuel L. Jackson.

Float On by @such-heights. Finding Meno (2003). ❤️❤️❤️ We all float on, okay.

Selachimorpha by @CherryIce. Aquaman. ….There are not enough words, or any words for this vid. You have to see it for yourself. You will regret me earworming you by reccing this vid but it’s worth it for the hilarious perfection. I promise. Aquaman: Protector of the deep.

More cats!!

Cat Apostle, Conqueror of Asthma, Chosen One Of The Light (Vid) by Rhea. 开端 | Reset (TV 2022) This vid makes me clappyhands with glee. I have six cats.

Three by chaila. The Incredible Dr. Pol. Forever cackling about this adorable cat! Hip-hip-hooray for three!!!! 3 legs, 0 problems.

Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag by AbsoluteDestiny. Maru. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

cats…in Space! by niyalune. Multi-source. This vid will make you grin like a happy kitty lovin’ fool. Also A+++++ song choice. Featuring: pet cats, alien cats, evil cats, sexy cats, internet cats, a couple of lions, two litters of kitties, and one actual, real life space cat.

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[toxinellebug]

HESPERIA/BETTERFLY kamikotized heroes Headcanons PART 3

Warning, this may make animal lovers uneasy for a bit.

This one is going to take place during the day, around Adrien and Marinette’s 2nd week of school, so they are still toying around with their Miraculous’ at night for their own personal gains, and have not yet suffered the consequences and been instructed to hunt down the Butterfly-man in order to save themselves. 

            Promise that the next one will show our fav villains in action, but for now I hope there are fans of Mr. Pigeon reading this because-

Xavier Ramier becomes……

Sauvaquateur!

(This is my attempt at combining the French words for “Savior” and “Aquatic”, into a new, superhero name. Fun fact: In 1979, the U.S. Coast Guard trained pigeons to locate people lost at sea and they had a 90% success rate!

Also remember S4, ep 4, “Mr. Pigeon 72”)

As mentioned in my post��“Shadybug’s Paris Headcanons”, in this universe, pigeons are far less welcome in Paris than they are in the Good/Prime universe, so there is no need for a Pigeon-Tamer.

There IS a need for Environmental technicians though… a DIRE need.

(In this Universe, imagine the world under The Supreme’s control as slightly less extreme than North Korea under Kim Jong-un, and about as polluted as Gaya, India.)

Luckily, construction plans for “Project Oxygen”, endorsed by M. Bertrand King, have been submitted and are awaiting approval from The Supreme. In theory, once they’ve built enough towers, it should take care of the awful smog problem in Paris.

But that won’t help with toxicity in the soil and water.

Which is why M. Ramier is outside on a particularly gloomy day, in full yellow hazmat gear and neon orange rubber galoshes, attempting to collect water samples from the Saint-Martin canal.

Trash aside, people just didn’t realize how much of the poison they put out for rats (and those poor, adorable, misunderstood pigeons) ended up in the Seine, resulting in its present, disgustingly polluted state. 

Xavier can’t help but daydream of simpler times he has never known, like the ones depicted in old photographs and paintings.

In his personal collection, he has a precious family keepsake, a postcard to his great-grandfather sent by his great-uncle in 1912;

     It depicted such a happy scene of blue skies and even bluer water, and people gathered to merrily feed the pigeons with smiling faces near the Seine.

Not for the first time, he can’t help but wonder if perhaps he was simply born in the wrong decade…

Instead, here he is, collecting vial after vial of what is closer to sludge than water at different points along the canal for chemical analysis and comparison. 

It’s dull and dreary.

Or, at least it’s dreary… 

     The dullness comes to a rather abrupt end when a low bellowing sound draws his attention to a large, sludge covered something twitching near the bank beneath The Pont des Arts, (or as we know it, The Love Lock bridge, though in this universe there are no locks) a mere 4 meters away from him.

Mon Dieu!

He thought the rumors were merely that; rumors dreamt up to keep children away from the filthy water.

But blessed be; that really is a crocodile!

Where on earth did he come from?? 

(Somewhere in a shoddy apartment, Jagged, or rather, Jared, sneezes and feels a strange pang of guilt.)

The poor fellow doesn’t look too well; not that M. Ramier claimed to have any expertise in crocodilian health, but he was almost certain that the creature’s spine was not meant to be quite so prominent.

          He also could not recall ever seeing a crocodile lay on its side like that, half floating in the water, half… Hold on, was it tethered to something????

Merciful heavens! Discarded plastic Enforcer barrier tape had found its way into the canal and gotten tangled up around this poor beast’s jowls and caught upon who knows what kind of garbage submerged near the bank.

Sloshing his way over, M. Ramier had only intended to get close enough to attempt to at least cut the plastic tape where it was tethered closest to the bank in hopes the lack of tension would loosen it enough that the crocodile could free himself.

But the croc sensed his approach and grew frightened, letting out a warning growl and weakly thrashing his too thin tail, before jerking wildly and tightening the noose in the process.

     At this rate the beast would strangle himself!

This was terrible!

    Oh, that poor creature….

But, what could he do?  He was merely an Environmental Technician, trained to collect and study water samples.

      He supposed he could try contacting the ‘Ménagerie du Jardin des Plantes’ (the zoo), but  by the time they decided to send someone over, if they decided to send anyone over, it might be too late!

If only he could help… He became an Environmental Technician due to his love of animals and a desire to make the world a better place for them, and now there was a creature in desperate need of aid right in front of him and he was completely powerless…

He does not see the glowing butterfly perch upon the sample vial in his gloved hand, nor does he notice it vanish.

He’s far too preoccupied with the sudden voice in his head:

       The voice introduces himself as Betterfly, and claims that he too shares a love of animals. 

           The voice offers him the power he needs to save this suffering creature, and asks if he will accept this gift for the greater good.

M. Ramier accepts, though, he’s not really Xavier Ramier anymore…

The stained yellow of his suit melts away to a pristine white, and the neon orange of his rubber boots has given way to a striking cyan and become more fin-like in appearance.

        His rubber gloves share the same shade of blue, as does the “star of life” symbol overlaying the outline of a rescue bird on his chest.

               Somehow, his sample vial has inexplicably transformed into a rather impressive hand operated bilge pump.

       He feels stronger, more confident, more daring.

                  He is now Sauvaquateur!

Holstering the pump at his waist, he dives into the water with the grace of a tropical clawed frog, Sauvaquateur swims with amphibious ease thanks to his new, webbed gloves, and is able to take a firm hold of the weakened crocodile and bring him the the bank of the canal.

   (Another fun fact: The Seine is 9.5 metres or 31 ft. deep and you should absolutely NOT swim in it without superpowers.)

With his newfound strength, he makes quick work of tearing that horrid plastic off the poor creature, and feels satisfied that he has successfully rescued his new, scaly friend!

…..Except, the crocodiles eyes do not seem to be open.

      He’s also rather still, perhaps too still-

                       He’s not breathing!

Panic takes hold as Sauvaquateur fears he was too late after all, but the voice returns to him;

     Betterfly urges him to remain calm, hope is not lost yet, but he must come to his senses!

….That’s right, he mustn’t give up!

Sauvaquateur presses his head against the crocodile’s rough back near where he thinks a heart should be.

          Perhaps it is due to Betterfly’s “gift”, but even through his suit’s protective helmet, Sauvaquateur swears he can hear a weak thumping sound.

There is a heartbeat but no breath; what should he do? How does one go about performing rescue breathing on a crocodile?! Would that even help????

    Again, Betterfly’s soothing voice echoed in his mind, urging him to look closer…

Looking closely, the crocodile seemed to have an awfully bloated stomach yet such a thin looking back… Could it be-?

Eyeing the bilge pump holstered at his side, Sauvaquateur knew he had to try!

Using incredible strength he now unfathomably possessed, he did what should not have been humanly possible; he pried the crocodile’s mouth open and placed the hose of the pump inside.

It only takes 5 good thrusts of the plunger rod before a burst of toxic brown water and wads of plastic come spewing out of the pump’s outlet.

         Sauvaquateur shudders at the thought of all that rubbish inside that poor animal.

              It’s a feeling that Betterfly shares.

Its stomach noticeably deflated, and its scales a shade less pale than they were only a few moments prior, the crocodile takes a deep, relieving breath.

       Sauvaquateur does the same.

With the croc out of immediate danger, and now fast asleep, Betterfly praises Sauvaquateur for his valiant efforts, and suggests that now would be a good time to let someone more experienced take over.

Sauvaquateur agrees.

He can feel the “gift” leave him- like the sensation of color being gently stripped away.

    He is left in his muddy, yellow suit, and his plain orange rubber boots. His water sample vial, now empty, rests at his feet.

M. Ramier is not sure what just happened exactly; it’s a bit fuzzy, like waking up from a peculiar dream.  

      He could’ve sworn he was talking to someone just now….

             But the loud snoring from the large, slumbering reptile beside him reminds him that there are far more pressing matters at hand.

Moving to a more comfortable distance, Xavier unzips his outer suit in order to pull out his mobile phone and place a call.

He is placed on hold for frustrating amount of time before a M. Césaire answers and M. Ramier informs him of his predicament.

It’s not long after that when Enforcer sirens sound along the banks, forming a protective barrier and trying to hold back inquiring news photographers eager to get a shot of “Saint Martin’s Beast.”

M. Césaire is there as well, and he expertly secures the crocodile’s jaws shut before he and an assistant lift and haul the creature into the back of a van to transport to the zoo for examination.

M. Ramier is harshly admonished for getting so close to such a dangerous animal and is informed that it is a miracle he is unharmed.

A miracle?

Is there such a thing anymore?

….Perhaps.

PART 2    

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine you are the good girl Aemond Targaryen needs.(III)

Warnings: sexual tension/drama/fluff

***

You are found in the gardens, hair tied according to the fashion of the court. Today, you are dressing in another shade of pink with details in red, white and always green. As Queen Helaena is playing with her twins and one of her favourite ladies, you stay in a careful distance, watching the scene with a smile in your lips.

But the rare moment you are not spending it thinking why would a prince of the blood offend your honor and dignity by asking if you are a witch--a question that got you restless for two nights, since your mind has also been troubled by the desires of your heart; perhaps he is misunderstood, there might be good in him, I can feel within...-- goes to waste when he shows up.

You gasp discreetly. You assumed--or rather lied to yourself--that you would not see the prince again since not only you were offended, but he came to see you are not like his former paramours and therefore unworthy of his time.

How foolish of me for thinking so. He is the king and the queen's brother. Goodness me, Y/N. Where did you get your head into?

Yet, after the prince played with the children and greeted his sister warmly, his eyes turn at you. Oh, if only you knew! Aemond knows he underestimated you, a mistake he does not intend to make again. But not only that, his mind has been plagued with guilt for letting you go this easily, for allowing you to leave the room offended.

Nay. The prince should know better how to be dignified of you. If you could read his thoughts, you'd find them to be a whirlwind of words in a tormented mind and a vicious heart.

But because you cannot read his masked face or his composed manners, you don't know how pained his soul is.

"Lady Y/N", Aemond finally comes at you. Slowly and in no rush, despite the impatient boiling in his blood and the desperation in his heart. "May I have a word with you?"

"I must not stay in private with a man unaccompanied", you tell him gently, though you don't like how cold these words may sound.

"I do not intend to steal you away from my sister's retinue", Aemond snaps back with a side smirk that makes you mirror it in your lips, however unwilligly.

He offers you his arm and as you take it, the two of you start a stroll around the green walls of white roses and yellow flowers that are located nearby trees and pomerades.

"My behavior last time we met was not very appropriated to a lady of your station", so he whispers. Aemond refuses to meet your gaze, aware there is surprise in your y/c eyes. "I am thus forced to acknowledge that I was not the best of the men you deserve."

You place your hand over his wrist and caress it, making him look at you. How strange to receive gentleness from you. The perplexity in his eyes tells you that Aemond is not accostumed to such gestures. Or to apologize at all.

"Did you think I would not forgive you, prince? Is that why you are looking at me like that?"

Aemond chuckles.

"By the maker, little wonder why you and my sister get along well. I thought purity and kindness only existed in one spirit and that would be Helaena's." His eyes linger in the way they beseech yours. "I am cruel, Lady Y/N. I had mistresses. I killed my own nephew. I started a fucking war. And yet, here I am. On my knees, praying that you take me as I am or send me away to suffer endlessly in the torments of the seven hells."

You chuckle at his words, though parting the gaze away in the moment where Aemond hopes to read either hope or damnation in you.

"I admit I have little experience in the world", you tell him. "Or any at all to judge the doings of anyone at all. But I know you are hurt because no one listens to you, my prince. Who am I to judge you for what you've done? Maybe you were reckless, maybe you did not take in consideration where your actions would lead you. Nonetheless, you are not your past. I am not your mistresses either. I am merely me."

Aemond is astonished by the softness in your words, the serenity with which you speak them. But when you look back into his eyes, you know you are lost. For good. Because you find yourself in them. In him.

***

There is another feast again. This time for the court only. You are attending it as a maid to Queen Helaena. The king seems to have noticed you--as well as other men present--much to the annoyance of Aemond. It is when he stands abruptly and moves right to where you are.

"My fair lady Y/N Y/LN", he says in a tone louder than he usually uses. His mother, the dowager queen, holds her breath: last time Aemond decided to be this imprudent, it ended very, very bad.

It seems most of the presents--except you and Helaena--are sharing this thought. Aegon's eyebrows are epically raised. In his eyes, lies the unposed question: what do you want now, Aemond?

"I would like to courtship you."

Aegon, naturally, would not waste the opportunity to tease his brother.

"What about Mistress Rivers, Aemond? Is she aware of the change of your...uh...affections?"

You blush and part the gaze you have been sharing with Aemond upon the mention of...her. It is no surprising to hear of his former paramour's name, but this time it makes your gentle and sweet heart experience a different insecurity that you detest to feel: jealousy.

"She is where she ought to be", Aemond snaps rather rispidly. "I am not here for her. I am here for Lady Y/N."

Every eye turns at you and at him. You pretend to busy yourself with your fingers. Must the prince be so…indiscreet? Your chest seems heavier, your face is bright as pink.

In the meantime, the dowager queen watches the events roll right under her nose quite shocked. It is partly a relief that Aemond is not with that woman anymore, but on the other hand, not to be told of his intentions makes the situation more embarrassing.

“I had no idea you were up to make some fuss over a mistress, but if you want my permission…” The king sighs dramatically. “Well, I shall give it.”

“Husband”, Helaena whispers. “Lady Y/N is a decent woman. She must not be turned into a mistress.”

Although you are very thankful for Helaena standing for you, which makes your eyes go slightly teary for this demonstration of loyalty, you fear that Aegon might not take this well.

But you are rather surprised by Aegon’s sly smirk.

Oh, no. What does His Grace have in mind?

“I have a better plan, brother”, Aegon beams.

The dowager queen sighs heavily, your father pales and Aemond furrows his eyebrows.

“Speak your terms, Your Grace.”

“Since you are so willingly to court Lady Y/N Y/LN, why don’t you marry her instead? It’s more than time for you to settle down.”

“Aegon…”

“It’s either that or I will make her my mistress. What’s going to be?”

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Aemond knows he would rather suffer a thousand deaths before letting you be ruined by the king. For your surprise, however, the prince does not take long before saying firmly:

“I will make Lady Y/N my wife. And I demand you give us Dragonstone… Your Grace”, he side smirks.

Aegon pretends to roll his eyes before smiling widely.

“So it shall be done.”

Before you know, breathing becomes too difficult and you pass out.

(To be continue)

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Y'all, this fic is gonna be... heavy

I've been gaslit? About multiple, terrible things? And I know just how it sends the brain and heart spinning.

So naturally, I have to do it to these characters.

This is the most self-indulgent thing I have ever written, and it feels like purging ghosts.

Having said all that, have a horrible snippet of gaslighting - the King in Yellow using an old, awful trick: having deeply hurt Jon, is working to make it seem like Jon's fault, and pretending to be kind.

Yeah, I've been through that.

It made me angry to write it, so now you all have to suffer, as well.

(Or don’t read it! For real, feel free to skip.)

TW: victim-blaming, psychological fuckery

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Like yesterday, the King leaves him alone while he gets his bearings - though Jon knows he’s being watched. 

Unlike yesterday, he has something better than a 1960s fantasy belly-dancer outfit to wear. It’s the same yellow, but it is like nothing so much as some Greek philosopher’s toga.

It will drape over his shoulders, showing his neck, the top of his chest, his arms; but it falls below that almost to his feet, granting coverage, and moves with every step in a genuinely beautiful, flowing way.

It’s a magnificent thing. Light, almost delicate, but opaque.

Though he still thinks the yellow is awful, Jon has to admit that with his hair and beard, this really makes him look like… something.

Prophet is what comes to mind.

Jon sighs. “Brilliantly done,” he mutters. “Giving me garbage first to make me grateful for anything.”

Well. It worked. He’s absurdly happy to be covered up, however bizarrely.

Jon sighs again. Apparently, understanding the techniques being worked on him doesn’t grant immunity to them.

He wipes his eyes again. Inevitability feels… very bad.

He checks the drawers again, just to see, and finds one other thing left for him: 

A pair of socks.

“Oh, very funny,” he mutters, disgruntled because it is sort of funny.

And he’s out, wearing philosopher robes and fuzzy socks, back into the curving hallway, back onto that impossible, misty path, and walking back toward the throne room.

Hastur is waiting for him.

The King stands before that open wall, looking out over the choppy gray sea - today topped with white froth, iron-dark under the dual suns.

The sound is beautiful. That hushed whisper, forward and back, the perfect, rhythmic susurrus of tide on rocky shore.

Jon decides he will not speak first today.  So he waits, arms crossed.

“It occurs to me, Jon, that I was unintentionally cruel to you yesterday,” says the King.

That earns a scoff more magnificent than any Jon has done in a while.

Hastur acknowledges it with a wave of several tentacles. “I told you a generally unknown truth about myself - but I did not elaborate, and left you to wonder. I know you, Jon. An unanswered question is torture. And, as I promised, I will not torture you any more.”

“Stop saying that,” says Jon.

Hastur turns to face him as if mildly surprised, possibly concerned, and it is ridiculous that a being cloaked and wearing a mask should be so expressive. “Jon… I only hurt you because I thought you wanted me to hurt you.”

“Wh-what?” Jon takes a step back.

“You expected it to such a level that you were anticipating it,” says the King, absolutely serious. “You demanded it of me. Rejected all other options before they had been discussed. I tried to give you what you wanted, but it seems I misunderstood.”

Gaslighting, Jon thinks, panicked, because maybe it is and maybe it isn’t, and maybe he does want a return to the pain - not because he likes pain but because it’s easier to reject, easier to stand up to, easier to throw away wholesale.

Had he done that? Had he communicated that? Was it somehow on him that - 

No, he stops himself, and swallows hard, trying not to feel like this could be true.

Hastur has mercy by changing the subject. “Would you like to know why I know about love, Jon?”

Fuck.

Of course Jon does.

Of course he yearns for it, literally salivates.

Of course he has to keep from demanding it, using his regrown powers to force it out of this god.

Jon takes a moment to be very afraid of himself.

“Come.” And as so many times before, Hastur offers his huge, dark hand.

It’s slow-acting poison.

Jon suddenly becomes very afraid of something new: what if Hastur really isn’t going back to the torture?

What if it’s this, instead, being reasonable and kind, feeding the Eye, giving him exactly what he needs, and even what he asks for?

Jon has resisted fear, terror, torment. He has fought off cruelty and terrible things.

He doesn’t know what to do with kindness, however falsely meant.

He swallows hard. I’m fucked, he thinks, because five minutes of conversation have already sent him into a tailspin.

“Take my hand, Jon,” says Hastur, gently. “It will be an easier journey if you do.”

“Journey to where?”

“My lost city.”

You’ve got to be kidding, because… really? A lost city? How could that possibly appeal to him more? “What if I say no?” Jon demands.

“Then your question goes unanswered.”

He has to know. It’s the one thing that makes sense inside, like iron filings all lining up under a magnet. “You swear you’ll answer that question. What you know about love. Why.”

“I swear.”

He has to know. “If you lie to me in this, Hastur…”

“I am well aware you already have no reason to trust me,” says the god. “Consider this the beginning of my attempts to rectify that.”

Damn this creature.

The King waits, hand out.

Jon no longer knows if it would be taking more poison in or not. His radar is broken. Unreliable. 

The only thing he knows is he won’t call the Entities - and that he needs to know this.

Gingerly, he reaches, and closes his hand around one of the King’s ridiculously large fingers.

[marmolaomarmolaomarmolao]

very curious... who's your favorite inazuma alien character and what do you like about them?

ah its good to have asks from you! (you are very friend) you can send a message, there is no need for an ask, but its also good because i can show stuff from the guys im going to talk about................ because i like all of them lmao and i have some preferences from time to time but the favorites are always ozrock and rodan and the baran brothers. i was a big fan of ratoniik when i played galaxy for the first time, and im still a big fan of banda and longa (goalkeeper of ratoniik). Kazerma and the guys from Gurdon Eleven are other of my favorites. I obviously like a lot the Ixaal guys, so im not naming these. I also LOVE AND IM OBSESSED WITH ACROUS YOU HAVE NO IDEA and i try not to think about him because its my weakness. i love kings and aliens and kind kings and everything about him. i will try not to talk about him anymore. but DONT TALK ABOUT HIM OR I WILL DIE. haha i want to know what you think about him now. I KNOW ITS WEIRD because in the anime there is nothing ABOUT HIM BUT IN THE GAME THERE IS LORE. maybe you have seen it i will not talk about that because i will be talking for hours. i love him and globulus? i always make jokes about his name so i dont know if its correctly written (its like a weird form to say globo, thats means balloon on spanish) AND I ALSO LOVE HIS FATHER IREID I DONT KNOW WHY I JUST THINK HE IS COOL i love evil kings and aliens. the only aliens i dont like are the princess and her guardian, the yellow pixie. its a bit weird their relationship, i want to like them but i feel something is weird about them. i dont remember what is wrong with them, maybe i just misunderstood something. even with that! i love the THE GUY THAT GUY THE ONE THATS WAS IN A FORM OF A CLOWN PLUSH AND THE MANAGER..... I FORGOT HIS NAME........... but i love him. he uses any pronouns for me btw. I WOULD TALK ABOUT THEM FOR HOURS AND MY HEADCANONS AND STUFF BUT im busy. thank you for the asking it made my head happy i cant talk too much about them because nobody cares about galaxy. I DIDNT TALK ABOUT NAIADI because its hard for me to talk about them. sometimes i like them sometimes i dont. but i like the goalkeeper, he is like a nishikage beta for me. THE CONCLUSION: my favorite alien is probably rodan or acrous. i hope this text makes sense.

[georgi-girl]

Babes and the Beast Tropes Page

I made a tv tropes page for my GF fan-story. Later this month, I’ll be reposting edited chapters.

Adult Fear - Two small children are repeatedly thrown into danger, much to the horror of their grown-up guardians. 

Angry Mob - Somewhat justified. Gideon galvanizes the townspeople into thinking Stan kidnapped and brainwashed the kids.

Baleful Polymorph - Everyone in the castle has been transformed against their will. 

Benevolent Boss - Stan is this to the castle staff; gruff and scary, but also kind and protective.

Big Brother Instinct - Obviously, Dipper and Mabel as well as Stan and Ford have this for each other. 

Big Ball - The Hanukah party in Chapter Nine. 

Cool Big Sister - Wendy is this to Dipper and Mabel. 

Creepy Good - Stan is this to a T. Also applies to Robbie. 

Curse Escape Clause - The curse that transforms everyone at the castle can be broken by Stan loving and being loved by someone who sees his inner beauty. He learn this not from the one who cursed him, but from a good witch in the forest. 

Dead Parents Are the Best - Dipper and Mabel’s parents are missed not just by their children but by the whole town.

Divine Intervention - More like fairy intervention. In the eleventh hour, Jheslbraum the oracle uses her magic to restart Stans’ heart and bring him back to life. Justified in-story by her own inner monologue. 

Dream Visions - Mabel and Dipper have these when they sleep. They’re implied to be sent by Jheslbraum herself.  

Enchanted Forest - Downplayed since most of the forest’s magical aspects are hibernating. 

Fair Folk - All magical creatures either featured or mentioned can be considered Fai beings. 

Filler Episode - Chapter 7, Which is made from scenes I couldn’t fit into other chapters.

Found Family - Dipper and Mabel find this with Stan and the castle staff.

Gaslamp Fantasy - I added some steampunk elements to the story, such as MkGuckets’ inventions and the castle boiler. 

Haunted Castle - The Falls Family castle comes off as this. 

He Cleans Up Nice - Applies to Stan when he bathes and puts on nice clothes. 

Honorary Uncles - Dipper and Mabel refer to Old Man McGucket as “Uncle Fiddle”. They also start calling Stan and Ford Uncle. (I’m intentionally vague as to whether or not they’re actually related.)

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream - Ford is a sentient book who can’t speak, move, feel, or even see without someone holding him.

Knight Templar Big Brother - Stan is this for Ford, justified since Ford is helpless and delicate.

Light is Not Good - Monster King Bill Cipher appears as a glowing yellow triangle. Also, Gideon wears white and blue, colors normally associated with heroes. 

Loon with a Heart of Gold- Old Man MkGucket.

Lost Heirs - Stan and Ford are part of the noble Falls family, making them the landlords of Gravity Falls

Misunderstood Loner with a Heart of Gold - Stan is this. So is MkGucket.

Nice Jewish Boy - Dipper Pines is this. My version of the Pines family is more in tune with their Hebrew roots. 

Papa Wolf - Stan is a very protective parental figure. 

Power of Love - Family love specifically. 

Protect this House - In Chapter Ten, the castle staff fights off the angry mob, 

Protective Kids - Dipper and Mabel are this; first to MkGucket, then to Stan and Ford.

Rags to Riches - At the end of the story, Dipper and Mabel are made heirs to Stan and Fords’ castle and the Falls family fortune. 

Shipper on Deck - Mabel tries to set Stan up with Lazy Susan. It doesn’t work out. 

Tearjerker - Stans’ death scene.

Villainous Crush - Gideon has one for Mabel. 

X Meets Y - This story is literally a fairy tale mixed with a cryptidcore cartoon. And it works surprisingly well! 

 I might add to the list in the future. 

[vjstudiosnumber2]

UnOrdinary: The Snowflake & Mr. Dreaded

{Chapter One}

{~ A Meeting You Won’t Soon Forget ~}

“The night sky is when the Superheroes RISE!”

The Newspeople honestly annoyed Willow even more than the people who use their abilities to rise in power. Willow wanted to punch the TV, and he probably would have if his leader, X-Static, or Rei, the current King of Wellston High School, hadn’t stopped him. 

As of currently, the two Superheroes were on a job of capturing drug-dealers of a new-found gang known as ‘EMBER’. A new group of people who didn’t agree with the ideals of Superheroes. He couldn’t wait to beat some sense into them.

Although he usually never actually fought, he was the term ‘backup’ defense from the background, or similar to a sniper. Although that did not mean he couldn’t fight his own battles.

He was Snowflake, a Level 7.0. 

He was known for creating spears of pure light, walls of brightness to defend other heroes, the backup sniper for Superheroes.

But tonight was different.

He was sitting on the edge of a building, a dark brown cape flowing through the light breeze of this very stormy year. The sky was cloudy, and the air was crisp and cold, his hood, half-face, and goggles hiding his skin and hair, and even his eyes from the iced air, and from being identified.

He was just about to call X-Static when something caught his gray/yellow eyes.

Through his dark green goggles, two shadows crossed the street below and went into the alleyway across. He blinked before standing up and pressed the intercom in his ear.

“X-Static. Can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear Snowflake. Something wrong?”

“I just saw two people, both male by their body shape, cross the street. I’m going to check it out.”

“Okay. But don’t instantly attack. They could be witnesses or victims.”

Willow nodded.

“Understood.” 

With that, using light to lightly propel himself to the ground, the Hero Snowflake began his pursuit.

He was wearing all dark clothing, so he could properly hide away in the shadows, even hiding his white hair underneath a tight beanie underneath his hood, it should have been easy to hide away.

But shards of dark navy blue crystal came at him, surprising as he turned the corner.

What-

His instincts instantly activated, as did his ability, eyes glowing through the glass of his goggles, bright gold as he used light shields, in the form of spiderwebs and snowflakes, blocking them and deflecting them with the simple swings of his arms.

When there were no more attacks, he turned to the other side of the alleyway, and from one of the fire-escapes of the little brick apartments on either side of the alleyway, hang a young man, no younger or older than him with long, waist length flowing platinum blonde hair, a long silk drown trench coat, navy eyes glaring at Willow with an annoyed look, like he had intruded on something. Then Willow’s eyes flitted to the man standing on the ground.

He was older, with mixes of silver, aging hair, with pale orange hair, and eyes of coral pink. This older man had a simple black leather jacket and jeans, white button up and regular brown leather shoes. 

Willow glared between them as the younger boy jumped from his spot on the fire-escape and landed next to the older man. 

Sorry Rei.

But they attacked me first.

But he knew he had to interrogate them before beating them into unconsciousness. 

“Why are you following us boy?” The man asked before Willow could try to ask his own.

He blinked, before standing up straight. Perhaps he had misunderstood the situation, and they had attacked, thinking he was one of those people who had frightened them to begin with? Just a theory of course.

“I’m here to see if you're in any kind of trouble.” He looked between them.

“Me and one of my companions are searching for members of a new-found gang known as EMBER. I was hoping you had information. Or the other option, to figure out if you're in any danger.”

The man and boy looked to Willow, before each other, and then back at Willow again.

Then the man shook his head.

“Are you one of those heroes correct?” Willow tensed.

“Alright then. Tell your friends to stay out of this. We can take care of this ourselves.” Willow titled his head.

“Ourselves? Who are you?”

“None of your concern.” Another voice said to him simply. 

He turned, shocked to see a taller figure, just by a few inches, with long brown hair, with a black button up, jeans, and leather boots. The only color, other than his tied brown locks and pale skin was the coat wrapped around his shoulders, dark red and light weight, flowing through the wind like it was made of feathers.

Willow instantly recognized this figure.

“Your… Mr. Dreaded…”

“And you're the Superhero known as Snowflake.” Mr. Dreaded replied, tilted his head, his own see-through mask creasing, almost smirking at him.

“You're part of the Major gang…! The Crime Establishment…!” 

“You are correct.” Mr. Dreaded stated, walking past him, watching with vibrant pink eyes, through the holes of his masquerade mask. 

Willow looked between the three men, before asking, standing in defense position, the one Rei had taught him. Mr. Dreaded turned, and replied, crossing his arms.

“Me and my own companions, Mr. ‘Pendragon’ and the ‘Crystalized Elf’ are searching for the gang known as EMBER. These people are not under our influence or a part of any other ‘companies’ that we are associated with. Snowflake, I suggest you take Mr. Pendragon’s advice, and take you and your other heroes away from the case of EMBER. We shall take care of this. Take your leave.”

Willow blinked, before turning away, deciding to report to X-Static of the situation, when Mr. Dreaded called out again.

“You should take better care of yourself. Even the smallest cuts can cause catastrophe.” Willow whirled back to Mr. Dreaded in confusion, before looking down the cut on his upper palm, and assumed that it must have been from the attacks that the platinum blonde had attempted.

Willow looked at the other, golden gray eyes met vivid pink ones, and he turned and left. 

{☘️}

Willow and Rei had met up after the stake-out, one with nothing and one with the message of a mass crime organization that warned against getting in their own investigation. Rei had seemed shocked at the news, and both decided against heeding the warning of the Crime Establishment.

When the sun came up, and the duo had gone to Wellston High School, Willow had sketched the three males he had seen last night. He couldn’t be bothered by their message.

He was going to beat EMBER, whether they, or the Crime Establishment liked it or not.

{~ And It Will Likely Not Be The Last… ~}

{This is the first chapter of my UnOrdinary OC/S insert.}

UnOrdinary belongs to Uru-Chan

Willow/Snowflake belongs to me {VJ Studios}

Mr. Dreaded belongs to me {VJ Studios}

Mr. Pendragon belongs to me {VJ Studios}

Crystalized Elf belongs to me {VJ Studios}

All three will have their names revealed soon.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

the uh. fruits and vegetables asks for galin, please

- local redhead kisser (0.5/2.5)

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else?

Weirdly enough, its family? They value the family they've /found/ over everything else. Their bonds mean the most to them. 🍒 [CHERRY] Who is your OC's perfect companion?

Ginger sunshine meets silver ghost. They need somebody to balance out their recklessness tbh... Actually you're perfect too, Rex! Blue bf blue bf blue bf!! 🍓 [STRAWBERRY] How do they feel about 'cute' things?

Of course Galin loves cute things, its Galin Maher?? 🍅 [TOMATO] How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL.

Galin is misunderstood in the way they purposefully twist perceptions to become misunderstood. Much like the rest of the Razvedka members. I think they're a little misunderstood by some of my friends as well who only know them on the surface. 🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?

Galin doesn't have time to hate like that tbh.. They're a little lazy.. 🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave?

The kingdom they let down.

�� [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

Galin is very useful against Pyro and Hydro! They're also very useful and being a silly little guy! And they're exceptionally weak to situations that cause their loved ones to get hurt. 🍊 [ORANGE] Does your OC have a prophecy surrounding them? If they don't, what would it be?

Galin was supposed to be the king of kings, but they denied their destiny and their kingdom fell for their hubris. A shame, really. 🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

Bright yellow and sage green. Sunshine and softness, you know? Their favourite colours are gold and red though. 🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

Galin is truly kind. A genuine person. Who lies and lies to protect others, who damns themself to love others. Who has lost and now gives every aspect of themself. 🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

Not yet as of canon, but given their status as an interstice, yes, eventually parts of them will be lost to time. Much to their chagrin.. They don't want to lose anything! They need to like themself, they /have/ to. Or else.. What was it for? 🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

Absolutely anything. They cry very easily. But cry /neg? honestly making fun of them for their kindness or happiness, its very cruel. Most of Razvedka knows this, so does Satoru and Emil. 🍍 [PINEAPPLE] Pineapple on pizza or not?

"Mmm... No thank you!" 🍋 [LEMON] What is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

Their love and devotion. 🌽 [CORN] How good are they at hiding and finding their way?

Very good, of course! They're a spy, after all. Even if they seem like a lowly member of Razvedka. They're still handpicked for their skill. 🍈 [MELON] If they had to be put into a box, what box would it be and why?

Box that says "coolest little fella" because they are the coolest little fella, duh. 🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it?

Galin is a kind person who works for an army that stops at nothing to achieve their goals. And yes, Galin is a liar, a cunning person who is shaping things behind the scenes. But they are punished by their love and their bleeding heart. 🍐 [PEAR] What is their current social standing? If they could change it, would they, and to what?

They're well respected in the Fatui, but looked down upon often. "You don't belong there." and all. They wouldn't change it though, Galin likes where they are and who they're with. 🥒 [CUCUMBER] How innocent are they (unaware to the bad happenings around them)?

...They know more than they let on. 🥬 [LEAFY GREEN] How mundane are they? Do they like it that way?

Not AT ALL... 🥦 [BROCCOLI] What do they hate about humanity/their species?

Humanity's hubris.... 🥑 [AVOCADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

That "things aren't as they seem and you need to look at the bigger picture. Destiny isn't clear cut, and it can be subverted. You need to do better, try harder!" 🥝 [KIWI FRUIT] How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

Their outfit and outside appearance is kind of wild and honestly that's just how they are in general.. They don't really care about how others see them lol.. 🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?

Honestly their age and inexperience tbh.. 🍆 [EGGPLANT] How are they used by others? How easily are they tricked into this?

Galin the kind of person to pretend to be a doormat only to twist the other person into doing their bidding by using their innocence as cover. They're very good at it. 🍇 [GRAPES] What's their circle of people/their species like? What dynamic would they be called?

FOUND FAMILY, BABYYYY.

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Who I'm Willing To Write For

I don't know if I'm being paranoid but people seem to be not liking my posts as they usually do. So I'm going to simplify my Masterlist because I haven't written for most of these.

So I'm going to add these here. Remember the characters are color-coded by what Hogwarts house I think they're in and since Tumblr removed the yellow color, Orange will represent Hufflepuff except in the condition of Good Omens' Crowley who I am stuck between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. If you disagree, please give me your best argument and I'll offer my insight of David Tennant's Crowley.

Ninth Doctor - Brooding Time Lord Who Tries To Hide His Light with Darkness

Tenth Doctor - Hyperactive Time Lord Who Is Always Being Slapped Born From His Love For a Human Who Tries To Hide His Darkness and Trauma With Light

Metacrisis Doctor/TenToo (My Headcanon is that he chose the surname "Noble")

Fourteenth Doctor - The Face That Returned, now arguably more Hyperactive and Traumatized

Campbell Bain - Bipolar Nineteen-Year-Old Walking Ray of Sunshine That Somehow Doesn't Do Well With Girls

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) - Grumpy and Broody Scottish Detective With a Heart Condition yet a Heart of Gold (Doesn't Know He's a DILF)

Emmet Carver (Gracepoint) - The American Version of Alec

Crowley (Good Omens) - A Hyperactive Drama Queen "Vaguely Sauntered Downward" Angel Turned Only Demon with an Imagination

Barty Crouch Junior - The (Possibly Bipolar) Misunderstood Boy Who Never Got His Father's Love and Was Manipulated By Voldemort (I think I read that he was actually a Ravenclaw but I do see a lot of Hufflepuff in him, his insistence of a fair fight and honesty and loyalty)

Peter Vincent (Fright Night) - Hyperactive Alcoholic Magician/Vampire Hunter with a Heart of Gold

Dave Tiler (Single Dad) — The sweetheart dad with too many children with so much love in his heart who fate was so cruel to.

Kilgrave (I've never seen Jessica Jones, I just feel like with him having the same accent and looks the same, it might ruin David Tennant's Doctor for me, and I love David Tennant as the Doctor.)

Cale Erendreich (Bad Samarian; Haven't Seen This Either)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) - The Hair; Nomenee for Mother of the Year

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf) - The Abused Puppy With a Heart of Gold Who Only Wanted the Power to Defend Himself and To Not Be Scared

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - The Genius Pretty Boy

Raymond Wadsworth

Chip Taylor (68 Kill)

Kyle Orfman

Lesley Juniment-Smith

Thornton "Thorn" Adams (King Knight)

Joe Harper (The Band of Robbers)

Fred Weasley

Yes, there are a lot of David Tennant characters. I don't want to write for the actor himself, I just feel a little creepy doing that. In my numerous Steve Harrington fics, the more recent ones (The OC is always Dustin's older sister, except in one) I think he is the best Doctor and I think he should officially be titled as the biggest Doctor Who Fan ever. (He became an actor because of Doctor Who, he says he thinks he underplays how much he loved Doctor Who, he became the first regenerated Doctor and the first one to last more than one season on the revived Doctor Who, he met his future father-in-law, like a year before he met his wife, Ty Tennant, Georgia's oldest son and David's now adopted son, in 2008, considered the Tenth to be his favorite, and hilariously, his grandfather was nowhere on the five-year-old's list--then David Tennant met Georgia (at the time) Moffat on the set of Doctor Who as she, the daughter of the Fifth Doctor, played the daughter of the Tenth Doctor, I heard that David Tennant met Ty on the set, and according the Peter Davidson, Georgia didn't even realize that he liked her when they started going out (apparently he was offended when she said she hadn't seen any Shakespeare), then David Tennant counts as the unofficial twelfth regeneration (there was the War Doctor who the Doctors deem as not worthy of having the name of the Doctor), then he adopted Ty Tennant and married Georgia; he returned for the 50th and 60th anniversary (and I hope he never stops returning), now is the Fourteenth Doctor, that's three official regenerations, and Good Omens is full of Doctor Who references. I don't think anyone can beat him for the biggest Doctor Who fan. His life like revolves around Doctor Who in a way that every fanboy/fangirl dreams of. *(Can't pinpoint what house Alec Hardy and therefore Emmet Carver would be in, the only blog I've found on it, discussed how he may be a burnt Hufflepuff (just google it, it'll send you to the tumble immediately) but discusses his desperation in season two suggests Gryffindor, also implying his ignoring of his heart condition but he's aware that he has it, so he's gone to the hospital and he takes pills, he's just aware that the doctors told him that he may not survive his surgery to have the pacemaker put in and he feels like he owes it to the families to get the closure they deserve, so it doesn't strike me as impulsive but more dedicated, determined, and "unafraid of toil". Then the blog argues that his need to protect people he views as in his care and how he related to the Sandbrooke case as Slytherin but I don't see that. I think perhaps a "Burned Hufflepuff" is accurate.*

[suckitsurveys]

How are you doing today? Blah. I’m doing better than I was the past couple days, but not 100%. I’m in the midst of an identity crisis right now and Monday I had several breakdowns over it. I just feel so OLD and shitty about it; like I’m not allowed to like the things I like anymore and that everyone around me is judging me for liking those things and thinks I’m just some old weirdo and I’m just a giant emotional mess right now. Also I’m low key worried I might be pregnant so I got that going for me too hahahahahahah.

What is the last song you listened to in a car? God Bless America And All The Beautiful Women In It by Lana Del Rey.

Do you like prefer apple cider warm or cold? Warm, though I like it cold when it’s spiked.

When did you last feel misunderstood? Always.

Have you ever visited The Louvre or would you like to? I haven’t, and I would like to.

Have you ever accidentally locked yourself out of your place of residence? Yup.

Do you remember your favorite songs as a kid? I had hundreds, like I do now.

Do you currently feel calm? NOPE.

When did you last lace up a pair of shoes? It’s been a bit. The only shoes I really lace up are my high top converse and it’s been at least a few weeks since I wore those.

What’s your go to comfort meal? My dad’s homemade spaghetti sauce or a really good pizza.

Do you enjoy cloud watching? It’s not something I do often, but sure.

Do you currently have any candles lit? Nope.

If applicable, what’s your favorite sports team? The Chicago Cubs (baseball) and the Chicago Bulls (basketball).

How many cardigans do you own? A few. One has been repurposed specifically for my Princess Carolyn costume, lol.

How much is too much for clothes? It depends on the item.

How soon do you normally decorate for holidays? For Christmas we usually decorate right after Thanksgiving.

Are there any important things happening this week? Today is me and Mark’s anniversary (13 years together, 7 years married), Tomorrow I am picking up our friend from the airport, Friday we are going to the Vampire Weekend show together, and Saturday we are visiting her and Mark’s old neighbor out in the south suburbs.

Do you know anyone who is terrified of dogs? Yes.

What scent was the last soap you used? Some coconut mint thing.

How old were you when you made your first big purchase? Uhhhhh I’m blanking.

What last made you angry? Ugh, life.

What’s a color you think is underrated? Yellow.

What is your favorite way to eat rice? (white, steamed, fried, brown, sweetened…) When it’s in a sushi roll hehe.

What color is the top you’re wearing? Lavender.

When did you last laugh so hard you cried? Last week with Lolly.

What’s your favorite horror movie? I don’t have one.

What’s your favorite and least favorite fast food restaurant? Favorite is Popeyes, least favorite is Burger King.

How many pictures can you see in the room you’re in? I have a bunch on my cabinet above my desk.

When did you last sign your signature? On a bill when Lolly and I got sushi last week.

What cover do you think is better than the original song? I’ve always liked any cover of Chelsea Hotel #2 better than Leonard Cohen’s version. Which I still love.

Are you currently listening to music? Nope.

What is something you’ve been working on? Making friendship bracelets for the Vampire Weekend show Friday.

What’s something that excites you about the future? Nothing right now, I am dreading the future currently.

How often do you drink smoothies? Pretty often.

What’s a TV show you have gotten into recently? The Bear, which I need to finish.

Have you ever had to have a tooth cut out? Wisdom teeth.

When did you last rush for something? This morning. I suck at time management when it’s 5 am hahahah.

How many blankets do you own? Uhh like 10 maybe?

Have you drank enough water today? Nope.

Do you prefer apple pie or pecan pie? Apple.

What color takes up most of your wardrobe? Black.

What makes you feel alive? I am a zombie.

Who is your last missed call from? My dad.

Do you have any unusual pet peeves? I can’t be around people who pick at their nails it drives me up a fucking wall.

What is a food you think is nasty that most people enjoy? Cheetos.

Would you rather never be sick again or be rich? Gimme the money I can buy my health.

Do you have a specialty dish that you’re really good at making? Potato salad, guacamole, deviled eggs. All cold and easy shit hahah..

What video games did you play when you were growing up? I played Super Smash Bros CONSTANTLY as a kid.

Are you good at making big decisions alone or do you tend to seek approval from others? It honestly depends on the situation .

Does your town or city have good public transport, or is it easier to drive? We have pretty good transit. It’s a nightmare to ride it, but it will get you almost anywhere in the city. Driving sucks too because the traffic in Chicago is AWFUL, but at the end of the day I’d rather be in my own car stuck in traffic than on public transit.

What was the last cocktail you drank? A Mai Tai.

Are you good at keeping running counts and tallies in your head? Sure.

Does your country have its own edition of Big Brother? Uh huh.

How often do you take a nap during the day? Never.

What social media platforms do you use? Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Tik Tok, this shit.

Are there any foods you hate the smell of but like the taste, or vice versa? I can’t think of anything.

Do you have a dishwasher? We have a tiny one that sits on our counter.

Who do you live with? My husband and our 3 kitties.

Are you listening to anything right now? No.

What is one of your favourite sitcoms? 30 Rock, Parks and Rec, Arrested Development.

Do you make to-do lists? I do.

If you could magically become fluent in any language, what would it be? Spanish.

Have you ever tried vegan ice cream? Yes, I didn’t like it, but I’d be willing to try it again.

What was the best concert you’ve ever seen? Billie and Lana at Lolla.

Do you have any hobbies? Sure.

What is your favourite pasta shape? Angel hair or bowtie.

Have you ever developed your own film? I have.

When was the last time you stayed in a hotel/motel and where was that? Last month in NOLA.

What breed was the last dog you saw? I think he’s a yellow lab mix. I can never remember. Maybe some retriever in there.

Do you watch the Super Bowl? Yeah.

What’s your favourite Disney movie? The Emperor’s New Groove.

What’s the most stressful job you’ve ever had? This one, but I’ve also had it the longest, so.

What was the last text message you received? It was from Mark about what he’s been cleaning in our apartment.

Should you be asleep right now? If so, go to bed! Nah I’m at work.

[destinygoldenstar]

Pretty Cure OC’s (Yakuki Pretty Cure Of Honor); Yang Ryukawa AKA Cure Dragon

Yang Ryukawa ; AKA Cure Dragon (Yang Ree-you-kah-wah)

This is an Ancient East-Asian soldier themed Pretty Cure. It’s a three person team. (Pink, Purple, & Yellow) Each Cure is based off of a different hero-brand, purple (Cure Ninja) is the ninja, yellow is the dragon, pink is the Samurai.

In their world, in far distant land separated from the major countries of Asia, there’s 3 Clans that hold great power to keep their land afloat from an ancient dark threat known as the Kurogata. This threat has been at war with the kingdoms for decades, with no one having knowledge of where the threat came from and how to permanently defeat it.

However, with the three ancient Honor Brooches, the clans leaders have used a power each to protect civilians. A power that has been passed down through generations by the royal family of each kingdom. Each brooch holds a power of an ancient soldier and the clan’s mascot: The Samurai, The Ninja, and The Dragon.

Shingawa is the clan of the Dragon. As such, the power is carried down to its daughter, and Meiyo Genkei of Yakuki's (Cure Honor) cousin, Lionel Genkei.

However... a freak accident made that not happen.

Yang Ryukawa is the only cure on this main team that is NOT a princess of a kingdom. Or of any form of royalty and power at all.

Rather, she started out as just a nobody from the streets of Yakuki.

Yang Ryukawa was a daughter of a family in Shingawa that tried to flee to Yakuki for refuge after a harsh battle with the Kurogata. The Battle of The Raging Waves was a significant event in Shingawa as the main event that kickstarted the kingdom's control of/obsession over water and the power it contained.

Though the battle was deemed success by royalty, it wasn't for many citizens, as it cost the lives of Yang's parents in the tsunami. Yang was very young at the time, thus couldn't remember her birth parents, but she would remember the raging waves, and have a fear of water.

Now an orphan in Yakuki, Yang grew up as a shy and nervous girl who just preferred to do the labor the kingdom's laws demanded and be on her way, without throwing a fuss about how unfair the kingdom's politics could be.

Unfortunately, her life didn't stay that simple. There was one time in her life when she had ambitions to try and get ahead and get more in her life by becoming an artist. She does sketches as a hobby and has a passion for it. But her drawings were not of realism, like artists in Yakuki were expected of, instead they were of a more cartoony style. So she was often misunderstood.

She worked up the courage to present her art to the public. In an attempt to gain something in her life, whether that be money, recognition, a job opportunity, or even new friends. She used up every yen she had for this presentation to show to make her dreams come true.

It didn't. Not only did not a single person buy her art, but she would soon be found by the castle guards, who saw her art as an insult towards the king. (That was not her intent at all.) So she was forced to run away from her orphanage and cut her hair so nobody could arrest her.

There she would spend her days as a beggar on the streets that would be lucky to even get supper. It was this trauma that only increased Yang's insecurities and anxieties. She never even complained about her status and the people in power being the cause of it.

Her art was the one thing she worked up the courage to do, to risk, to say a voice and make a difference in the community. It only destroyed her life.

So, you know, why try anything risky ever again? Why try anything new ever again? Why say anything ever again? You're just a plucky child. You don't have a chance. There's nothing you can do.

Just take what you've been given and move on.

One day, in a last ditch effort of survival, Yang, in tears of the idea, tried to go to the market to sell the only thing she had: Her sketchbook.

But by accident, she would walk through the road designed for the princess's carriage, and she could crash into it and halt the ride for her.

This was when her luck would change. Usually, an act like this would be an offense to royalty and had to pay a fine, but Yang had no money and no family to get money from, so the other option would be the dungeon. The princess Mei-Kei however, chose not to lock up the girl, and instead offered an alternative to meet the fine.

That is that Yang becomes a castle servant and gets paid daily, as a permanent job, where she could be cared for and work for that fine, and whatever spare yen she could use for herself after that is paid. To double down on the kindness, Mei-Kei offers a starting payment so Yang could get dinner that day.

Yang, floored by the kindness of the heiress, accepts the job.

From there, rather than resent the royalty in any way, Yang tries to do her best for Mei-Kei and meet her expectations. For the sole reason that she's seen personally that Mei-Kei is a good kind person that is worth the respect. She saved her from a miserable fate, and they were complete strangers at the time.

She would prove to be a great member of the castle servant community, and a responsible worker. She would even meet the two new Pretty Cure personally, Mei-Kei (Cure Honor and Mizuki Kage (Cure Ninja).

The two go on a trip to Shingawa to try and recruit the potential third member of their team, Princess Lionel Genkei. At first, Yang wanted nothing to do with that trip, but due to an accidental slip up, Mei-Kei would be taking a cookie with her instead of her Honor Brooch.

Terrified at the idea she'd get fired and ditched, Yang tries to return it, but instead gets stuck in the back of the carriage and is taken on the trip without the others knowledge.

Arriving at Shingawa without the others knowing, Yang gets lost trying to find Mei-Kei, and panics over the excessive water in the kingdom. A guard helps her out, leaving Yang to question how she deserves this level of kindness. To which the guard tells her that there's no such reason. When you can't fight and don't know how to survive, kindness is the thing that wins the war.

The Kurogata would arrive at Shingawa. But Mei-Kei doesn't have her transformation trinket. Meaning the wielder of the Shingawa Honor Brooch would have to step up, that being the princess...

But in the midst of battle, the brooch gets lost and into the hands of Yang trying to get Mei-Kei her power trinket. With the shadows making Obake, Mei-Kei's ghost guardian pet, think Yang is Lionel, she insists that she uses the brooch to transform for the first time and end the fight.

And Yang does, making her the one to link to the brooch's power instead of the princess, and transform into Cure Dragon.

And she almost instantly freaks out when she realizes what she's become. Mei-Kei and Mizuki, despite not knowing how to react to Yang becoming their third member instead, try to take her in and make her feel welcome as a Pretty Cure. However, Yang continues to freak out and ask how to remove her powers, to which she can't.

The other two try multiple ways to convince the girl that this is a good thing, but none of their rich royal talk works on Yang, who has no experience with this lifestyle. Meanwhile Lionel, for a good portion of the story, would have beef with Yang for stealing power that was meant to be hers. Then they ask for Yang to at least speak her mind and why she doesn't want this, and they hear of how her parent's were lost in war, so she wants no part of war at all. Especially since she has no training like Mei-Kei and Mizuki do, and no idea what these powers even are. She would not stand a chance. All she wants is to get rid of these powers and give them to Lionel, the rightful user.

But the Cures can't do that even if they could, and they can't do that to her. Yang has proven to them to be a sweet, hard working, pleasant girl that they could never be able to hate. And her life had already given them both a new perspective on their powers not being all shine and glamor. So they let Yang make her choice and not join them.

However, when they, two girls who have been nothing but kind to Yang, continue to go into a battle with the Kurogata and risk their lives for the people, Yang realizes that the guard that helped her had a point. Princess or not, she has to fight and at least try again, if only for her two new friends.

So she chooses to join the team as Cure Dragon, accepting the training and responsibility that comes with her new position of power, and becoming the first non-royalty Cure to speak of.

While Yang would continue her job as a castle servant in Yakuki, she also partakes as a friend and teammate to the Pretty Cure, and trains to understand the dragon's power better. Despite her fear of water and her fear of risk. Mei-Kei and Mizuki are two complicated figures with their own royalty responsibilities and issues, while Yang is the naive one and the heart that begs for this team to work together.

She's easily the worst fighter of the team. Cure Honor and Cure Ninja trained at a young age for the role before they even got their powers, while Cure Dragon had no such thing. Instead of being an expert swordswoman like Cure Honor, or a swift sniper like Cure Ninja, Cure Dragon is more of a healer and has a fierce attack move that overpowers the Kurogata and breaks its chi, but only as a one time use per transformation as she'd become exhausted after using it. And warned to never use it twice, as not even the best Dragon users survived doing that.

Cure Dragon is terrified of her new position and this new chapter of her life, but she's doing it anyway to hold on to the hope she has. She's a bad fighter. She is no one of royalty at all. She has no confidence or social capability at all. But she has a kind heart and strength she doesn't realize, one that persuades even the most powerful, such as her new teammates and friends, and maybe even be able to have a voice that can reach the highest in power.

Hey. I’m doing Pretty Cure OC concepts. I have a Pretty Cure fan series on AO3 called ‘Sketched Artistry Pretty Cure’ if you’re curious. Let me know if you enjoy the OC concepts.

[ach-sss-no]

"Wait", you might be saying, theoretical person reading this post, "gollum is an edgy emo-boy? I thought he was just kind of-"

for your consideration

Gollum is chalk pale and dresses in black (that's right hes sposed to have clothes jirt said so) and is starving to death and painfully underweight skinny and svelte. he's tuberculosis chic!

Gollum sees another person for the first time in centuries and he starts spouting poetry about darkness and the all-consuming passage of time

It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down. <- When he's saying this he's 500 years old and all his family is dead

Then he swears undying revenge on the person he's saying this to

Gollum hides from the sun because it watches him

'Day is near,' he whispered, as if Day was something that might overhear him and spring on him. 'Sméagol will stay here: I will stay here, and the Yellow Face won't see me.'

Gollum is severely emotionally traumatized and cries a lot

Then suddenly his voice and language changed, and he sobbed in his throat, and spoke but not to them. `Leave me alone, gollum! You hurt me. O my poor hands, gollum! I, we, I don't want to come back. I can't find it. I am tired. I, we can't find it, gollum, gollum, no, nowhere. They're always awake. Dwarves, Men, and Elves, terrible Elves with bright eyes. I can't find it. Ach! ' He got up and clenched his long hand into a bony fleshless knot, shaking it towards the East. 'We won't! ' he cried. 'Not for you.' Then he collapsed again. 'Gollum, gollum,' he whimpered with his face to the ground. 'Don't look at us! Go away! Go to sleep!'

Note: The movies made it into a hairball sound but in the books the 'gollum' noise is repeatedly referred to as a sob, so even his name is angsty. ;)

Gollum is snarky

'What is it? ' growled Sam, misinterpreting the signs. What's the need to sniff? The stink nearly knocks me down with my nose held. You stink, and master stinks; the whole place stinks.' 'Yes, yes, and Sam stinks! ' answered Gollum. 'Poor Sméagol smells it, but good Sméagol bears it

Gollum is misunderstood u.u.

He thought he was misunderstood and ill-used.

'What is it? ' growled Sam, misinterpreting the signs. Gollum probably felt something of the same sort. But what went on in his wretched heart between the pressure of the Eye, and the lust of the Ring that was so near, and his grovelling promise made half in the fear of cold iron, the hobbits did not guess: Frodo gave no thought to it.

Then he came back, and slowly putting out a trembling hand, very cautiously he touched Frodo's knee -- but almost the touch was a caress. [...] 'Hey you!' he said roughly. 'What are you up to?' 'Nothing, nothing,' said Gollum softly. Nice Master!' 'I daresay,' said Sam. 'But where have you been to -- sneaking off and sneaking back, you old villain?'

Gollum is an orphan! His whole family is dead! And he only killed one of them!

Gollum is vaguely described in the book and prime material for a fanart re-interpretation!

Gollum talks to himself already! (I saw a little of what you all did with your other tumblr sexymen)

Gollum is at the dead center of this chart

And then there's the part where he's like 'lmao the swamp is full of dead people'

Gollum laughed. 'The Dead Marshes, yes, yes: that is their names,' he cackled. `You should not look in when the candles are lit.'

And then there are the murders. But *waves hand dismissively* you know all about that

Finally, consider:

Voting for him to win a tumblr sexyman poll would be funny

[Un]conscionably, Tolkien's works have been severely underrepresented in the world of Tumblr sexymen. Now is[n't] the time to change that.

On a related note, did you know there is a Sexypedia Wiki? The research I do for these polls continues to surprise.

[sanctificetur]

sansa was quite interested about this travelling septon, listening to her mother talk about it. she asks, ‘ what is the septon like and how does he travel? ‘

as they walk through the woods, catelyn looks at the compass 🧭 in her hand, reminiscencing while talking to her daughter.

the septon had been a young man called joseph. ‘he was part of a travelling carnival, a refuge for people with powers, lost and misunderstood in the world….’

he had given the compass to her, saying she could call upon him and the carnival would appear again. she had a power of the water ; it helped heal wounds and she could create shapes from within.

sansa’s eyes widened a little, as she hears cat’s story, wondering if she should say to the other about her power. part of her power was singing songs to soothe people’s spirits, like with the painter isaac. the carnival seemed like a beautiful place from what cat described.

cat recalled sitting under a weirwood tree with ned, the red leaves with its white papery bark in winterfell. the godswood there was darker than she was used to in riverrun, her homeland ; and king’s landing was more precise in colour of her home than it.

yet she felt more unease at this city than sansa, thinking it was too busy and rowdy, and she wasn’t sure she really trusted the lannisters.

looking closer during her remembrance, she sees the bark of the heart tree had a yellow flower drawn on it, quite weathered from time but still decipherable. it was a symbol of spring, she not noticing it before, but perhaps it was always there.

[vjstudios]

The Snowflake And Mr. Dreaded

CHAPTER ONE

{~ A Meeting You Won’t Soon Forget ~}

“The night sky is when the Superheroes RISE!”

The Newspeople honestly annoyed Willow even more than the people who use their abilities to rise in power. Willow wanted to punch the TV, and he probably would have if his leader, X-Static, or Rei, the current King of Wellston High School, hadn’t stopped him. 

As of currently, the two Superheroes were on a job of capturing drug-dealers of a new-found gang known as ‘EMBER’. A new group of people who didn’t agree with the ideals of Superheroes. He couldn’t wait to beat some sense into them.

Although he usually never actually fought, he was the term ‘backup’ defense from the background, or similar to a sniper. Although that did not mean he couldn’t fight his own battles.

He was Snowflake, a Level 7.0. 

He was known for creating spears of pure light, walls of brightness to defend other heroes, the backup sniper for Superheroes.

But tonight was different.

He was sitting on the edge of a building, a dark brown cape flowing through the light breeze of this very stormy year. The sky was cloudy, and the air was crisp and cold, his hood, half-face, and goggles hiding his skin and hair, and even his eyes from the iced air, and from being identified.

He was just about to call X-Static when something caught his gray/yellow eyes.

Through his dark green goggles, two shadows crossed the street below and went into the alleyway across. He blinked before standing up and pressed the intercom in his ear.

“X-Static. Can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear Snowflake. Something wrong?”

“I just saw two people, both male by their body shape, cross the street. I’m going to check it out.”

“Okay. But don’t instantly attack. They could be witnesses or victims.”

Willow nodded.

“Understood.” 

With that, using light to lightly propel himself to the ground, the Hero Snowflake began his pursuit.

He was wearing all dark clothing, so he could properly hide away in the shadows, even hiding his white hair underneath a tight beanie underneath his hood, it should have been easy to hide away.

But shards of dark navy blue crystal came at him, surprising as he turned the corner.

What-

His instincts instantly activated, as did his ability, eyes glowing through the glass of his goggles, bright gold as he used light shields, in the form of spiderwebs and snowflakes, blocking them and deflecting them with the simple swings of his arms.

When there were no more attacks, he turned to the other side of the alleyway, and from one of the fire-escapes of the little brick apartments on either side of the alleyway, hang a young man, no younger or older than him with long, waist length flowing platinum blonde hair, a long silk drown trench coat, navy eyes glaring at Willow with an annoyed look, like he had intruded on something. Then Willow’s eyes flitted to the man standing on the ground.

He was older, with mixes of silver, aging hair, with pale orange hair, and eyes of coral pink. This older man had a simple black leather jacket and jeans, white button up and regular brown leather shoes. 

Willow glared between them as the younger boy jumped from his spot on the fire-escape and landed next to the older man. 

Sorry Rei.

But they attacked me first.

But he knew he had to interrogate them before beating them into unconsciousness. 

“Why are you following us boy?” The man asked before Willow could try to ask his own.

He blinked, before standing up straight. Perhaps he had misunderstood the situation, and they had attacked, thinking he was one of those people who had frightened them to begin with? Just a theory of course.

“I’m here to see if you're in any kind of trouble.” He looked between them.

“Me and one of my companions are searching for members of a new-found gang known as EMBER. I was hoping you had information. Or the other option, to figure out if you're in any danger.”

The man and boy looked to Willow, before each other, and then back at Willow again.

Then the man shook his head.

“Are you one of those heroes correct?” Willow tensed.

“Alright then. Tell your friends to stay out of this. We can take care of this ourselves.” Willow titled his head.

“Ourselves? Who are you?”

“None of your concern.” Another voice said to him simply. 

He turned, shocked to see a taller figure, just by a few inches, with long brown hair, with a black button up, jeans, and leather boots. The only color, other than his tied brown locks and pale skin was the coat wrapped around his shoulders, dark red and light weight, flowing through the wind like it was made of feathers.

Willow instantly recognized this figure.

“Your… Mr. Dreaded…”

“And you're the Superhero known as Snowflake.” Mr. Dreaded replied, tilted his head, his own see-through mask creasing, almost smirking at him.

“You're part of the Major gang…! The Crime Establishment…!” 

“You are correct.” Mr. Dreaded stated, walking past him, watching with vibrant pink eyes, through the holes of his masquerade mask. 

Willow looked between the three men, before asking, standing in defense position, the one Rei had taught him. Mr. Dreaded turned, and replied, crossing his arms.

“Me and my own companions, Mr. ‘Pendragon’ and the ‘Crystalized Elf’ are searching for the gang known as EMBER. These people are not under our influence or a part of any other ‘companies’ that we are associated with. Snowflake, I suggest you take Mr. Pendragon’s advice, and take you and your other heroes away from the case of EMBER. We shall take care of this. Take your leave.”

Willow blinked, before turning away, deciding to report to X-Static of the situation, when Mr. Dreaded called out again.

“You should take better care of yourself. Even the smallest cuts can cause catastrophe.” Willow whirled back to Mr. Dreaded in confusion, before looking down the cut on his upper palm, and assumed that it must have been from the attacks that the platinum blonde had attempted.

Willow looked at the other, golden gray eyes met vivid pink ones, and he turned and left. 

{☘️}

Willow and Rei had met up after the stake-out, one with nothing and one with the message of a mass crime organization that warned against getting in their own investigation. Rei had seemed shocked at the news, and both decided against heeding the warning of the Crime Establishment.

When the sun came up, and the duo had gone to Wellston High School, Willow had sketched the three males he had seen last night. He couldn’t be bothered by their message.

He was going to beat EMBER, whether they, or the Crime Establishment liked it or not.

{~ And It Will Likely Not Be The Last… ~}

{This is the first chapter of my UnOrdinary OC/S insert.}

UnOrdinary belongs to Uru-Chan

Willow/Snowflake belongs to me {VJ Studios}

Mr. Dreaded belongs to me {VJ Studios}

Mr. Pendragon belongs to me {VJ Studios}

Crystalized Elf belongs to me {VJ Studios}

All three will have their names revealed soon.