#no i like her old robe better it has a classy look about it

[shiningbean]

doodles because the finale aaahhhhh (yes as you see i'm already trying to cope)

agatha has been a ghost for like a hot minute and she's already dead set on becoming the most annoying ghost in ghost history

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

✨Let's talk about OCs!✨How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic? What's your favourite thing about them? Tell us a fun fact(s) about your OC or their creation!

❤️Send this to at least 3 people to spread some OC appreciation!❤️

Thank you 😃😘 OC appreciation is really important. Well, in the BG3 community it's massive anyway. Maybe it will spill over into other fandoms too, so more and more of it 😉 (I wouldn't dare talk about my OCs from other fandoms to be honest 😅🫣)

To not always only do it for Saulus, I will do it for all my three Tavs😁

Saulus' aesthetic is a classy romantic bard one: you have flowers, nature, birds and wooden instruments playing with the colours of the wind. You should know her bard book by now 😉 That is it!

Have real bhaal babe Saulus then it will change to grotesque blood, gore, skulls and madness. So let's better stay with the butterflies and flowers Saulus 😅

In clothes her aesthetic started from a battle bard always in her medium armour.

In the camp she only ever wore decent high-necked clothing. Swapping clothes with Shadowheart's strict Sharite wardrobe was the order of the day because she also likes dark leather, dark purple and silver.

Simply anything to cover as much of her skin as possible, which she does not find desirable like Astarion's flawless porcelain skin.

But thanks to Astarion and other Tav friends and the great @aristenfromwarsaw , who showed her the beauty of her body, Saulus has stopped looking at her body the wrong way and has started loving it.

Now she dares to show more and more skin; yes, she even likes to show her thighs and occasionally her stomach 😉 And sees that she also deserves beautiful dresses, which she loves to wear. Or some crazy black leather clothes are also still her style 😉 (The full bhaal mode is something😂) She no longer hides and now enjoys being sexy and trying new things. She is either an elegant lady or a degenerate Bhaal Leather Warrior, those are her styles xDDD

And that is the fun fact and what I love most about her: She was created for an evil run and just ended up to be and become more and more the silliest good time girl ever! 😄 That is her and I can't deny it. She loves love. She can have a sense of humor like a twelve-year-old boy. She is infinitely stupid and naive when it comes to the people she loves. She doesn't mince her words and is incredibly wisecracking, but she only means it in a funny way.

Oh and her whole character is based on the song Perception check from Tom Cardy 😄 (She hit harder than every warrior)

✨Devorah's aesthetic is dress up doll all the way. She is a drow. She is magnificent. She is beautiful. ✨

Her colors were pink and green at first. Then I saw that blue, black, red and white suit her just as well 😂 So she always matched all her make up and body painting to her clothes. She always wore the finest robes. Better to be well dressed than to be too good. And she had no problem walking around in underwear or even completely naked. 😏😉

So beauty, fine fabrics, beautiful colors, luminous under dark mushrooms are her aesthetic.

Fun fact+most likey: I always liked the name Devorah and thought I would use it in the next fantasy game. I didn't know that Lae'zel's voice actress was called that xD She can give the meanest evil eye "thanks" to Volo 😆

She is playing the flute because Tom Cardy the human bard does ;)The gnome kink came from Barcus' "I would kiss you, but neither of us deserves that" which I didn't have in the first two runs and it stuck in my mind so funny as her mission to kiss him xD Being a drow is just fabulous 😏 All the little goblin men love her 💁‍♀️ It just stayed and...yes I have stupid sense of humor and I love it 😆😆 This bard side of BG3 is kinky, ok? 😄

Jeleyah's aesthetic was based on the fact that blue is her color and she has a slightly Nordic touch. ✨

She is always at the forefront with her golden heavy armor. The shield of her comrades. In camp, however, she likes to take off the armor to show the woman underneath. The loving, attentive and tender woman that she is. Then she likes to wear very feminine and figure-hugging clothes.

Fun fact+most likey: I created her in almost every race because I couldn't decide 😂 And in the end I decided on half-elf. And I still think she looks beautiful. I just love her eyes and her gentle face. Really. Her sweet, beautiful face brings me joy. Especially because I know that she always wanted to do the right thing for everyone and always put the needs of her friends first.

[maguro13-2]

Legacy of Shinra Reboot ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 1 Remake Finale (2/10) ~

Seto : Solva. Hey, Solva. Do you know that where can we find something incredible for us to get to space?

Solva : Oh, right. Sounds like not a half bad idea or sounds way to negative for that effective part. But where on earth can you find something. But first let's go ask that guy over there.

Seto : What guy?

Solva : That guy over there. *points to Black Star walking out of the clothing store*

Seto : Hey, isn't that one of Maka's...Oh no, it couldn't be.

Solva : [To Seto] What he's doing at the clothing store? Shopping for robes perhaps?

Seto : [To Solva] He's not here for the robes, he was there for something else, probably his girlfriend.

Solva : [To Seto] Hey, I'm the only friend right, but I do know that Maka has never been friends with a shinobi who want us to get his autographs. Oh no, someone's coming with him...

(Tsubaki is shown coming out of the store)

Seto : Hey, that's a high school student. A 16 year old? Better go talk to him immediately.

Black Star : Well, I finally got these new pair of shoes that I wanted to try out to compare for that Naruto douche. Let's see he likes it.

Seto : [To Black Star and Tsubaki] Hey, you. Stop right there. You a Shinobi doesn't look like you're a teen, but you're just a pre-teen in your teens. Where have I seen you before?

Black Star : Eh? Who the hell are you, blondie.

Seto : Oh I'm just a young girl with a passion to be on a good life.

Solva : And I'm--errr--her--umm---Best friend. Yep, I'm her best friend and second in command. We're just two girls having a life on the run. What are you doing here?

Black Star : Minding your own business, I'm just doing some cool hobbies and I gotta get good on my excercises! I haven't seen Soul Evans or that girl named Maka anywhere. She had been missing from this country since Sora was looking after her.

Tsubaki : It's true what they say, another Maka appeared but with silver-hair like Soul's hair.

Seto : Silver hair like soul's hair?

Tsubaki : Yeah, I believe she apparently looks identical to the other Maka with the same face and same hairstyle, I believe she has incredible and beautiful silver hair. I think that this other Maka took the actual one is to believed some kind of clone or something.

Seto : Oh really? How about this. Let's give you some instructions on interrogating your butts.

Black Star : Yeah right. Thanks for the classy informations, but we're wasting our time with no intentions on telling you.

*SHING*

Black Star : *in shock*

Seto : [threatens Black Star] I said...I give you instructions on interrogating your asses!

Solva : Solva, take it easy! I'll handle to this ya.

Black Star : Oh yeah, twintail girl that I've known about sometimes? You gotta problem with that, Magnetic Brat? So what about your terms on interrogating my stupid sorry butt on all these terms? What this girl with magnets on her head gonna do to me , crush my arm?

Solva : True, in a minor fashion way

(scene changes)

*Stretching*

Black Star : OW! OW OW! Hey, man! Let go of my arm! Please, I was just doing my business!

Solva : So you know about Maka being the hero of a story that is all make-believes, secondary hero of the story.

Black Star : Look man, I don't know any Maka, but I do know about her, but she never met me as Kids! I was so busy of being Shinobi wannabe, but I was inherited from the influence of Shinra Kusakabe! Our author may be a weird guy, but he's like another Gen Urobuchi that writes crazy stories that are make-believes and nonsense!

*Solva continues crushing arm*

Black Star : Ahh! That smarts!

Solva : Enough chatter! Either tell me where is Maka Albarn or I'll continue disciplining you!

Black Star : Okay! Okay! Look! I know who the other Maka Albarn is she, she looks identical her, but has the same hairstyle and only the humanoid man knows about that, the other father that Maka knew!

Seto : So now you tell me something. Who is Maka's other father? Tell us now?

Black Star : Umm...I believe it's Ph-Phanto! Phanto's the other father of Maka!

Solva : And her sister.

Tsubaki : Wait, girl with magnets on your head! I know who the other Maka Albarn, she might be another Maka Albarn, she has beautiful silver hair and is the identical twin sister of her.

Seto : And who is that might be?

Tsubaki : Her name was Moirai, Moirai Albarn. Maka Albarn has been keeping her family a secret for almost a year and we believe that her father Spirit was a foolish man to keep it all a secret to himself. Please, I'll help you out. But just to remind you, don't tell anyone or that Ansem seeker that I told you before, or...Or King Bradley will fire us!

Seto : King Bradley? Wait, isn't he Fuhrer of that Amestrian country in Edwarld's world? I don't know why that man owns half of the company and rules a fictional European-like country?

Tsubaki : It's just our luck. Don't be ridiculous, I might help you out to find Maka. But Black Star won't be coming along, he'll have to stay put at Square Enix.

Seto : Don't tell me you're a Naruto fan that pretends to be a Shinobi?

Tsubaki : I'm not just any Shinobi, I'm a Kunoichi working for the Japanese government. I'm only under protection of my guardian?

Seto : Guardian?

Solva : Wait? Who's the guardian?

Tsubaki : Hibana. That's the name of my Guardian?

[Echo Night - Beyond/Nebula : Track 20]

Solva : Hmm? Hibana? Where did I eventually heard that name before.

Seto : I bet she was talking about the woman was very interested with Shinra Kusakabe. That's it, that woman's name is Hibana, she was the woman in her 20s that was part of Shinra's story and it was doubled by either Iris or this Kasugatani that had much to fear from love before the Time Eater destroyed the Entire Ohkuboverse.

Solva : Who knew that Shinra Kusakabe was attracted by women and is quite the lucky guy that is a lady's man?

Seto : Humph. It's no wonder heroes like him in the past had his hand on every women he encountered, but what about this one person that Shinra knew about? Any other subjection that there is one who also knows about Shinra? What was this girl's before? Shinra knew Haumea and Inca were the other women that were puppets of bad influence due to the manipulation of the Ohkuboverse's creator, Demon Vibe.

Tsubaki : Of course, Shinra known women in his world and all of them died or either disappeared to Real World AU. And other girl that Shinra knew about, he was talking about Tamaki Kotatsu.

Seto : Tamak Kotatsu?

Solva : We never heard about Tamaki Kotatsu. What she...

Tsubaki : Yes, a somewhat comrade to Shinra Kusakabe, she was one of the Ohkuboverse's worst humans being in all of it's history, but eventually, this Lucky Lecher Syndrome is definitely off the hook.

Shinra the Devil Chao : Actually, Tamaki's Lucky Lecher doesn't exist. It's because I removed it with the help of the emeralds to make her a better human being.

Seto : Well, look who it is. If ain't the guy who created Soul Eater, Shinra Kusakabe.

"Shinra Kusakabe : The First Hero of the Ohkuboverse"

Shinra the Devil Chao : It's true. I was the one who started this whole Soul Eater thing. Soul Eater was my responsibility to bring all of my efforts and finding the true paradise to bring a world of hope. The gift that I discovered that i was light from the mysterious entity called Angel Vibe.

Seto : So you knew about everything. You were the one responsible for Maka's story?

Solva : Goodness! You are responsible for everything that you did in your life. I heard that Shinigami was born at the beginning of time.

Shinra the Devil Chao : That wasn't Shinigami, it was Darkside Death that I created. Shotaro was Shinigami, the dokeshi that was the slave to Darkside Death, a heartless that I created to benefit Mankind. But then after I created him, I was scolded by the Time Eater and I got everyone involved in the parts of my story. Manipulation of one's story was all just a dream. And eventually, I had my own reasons that I was becoming like this for you see.

*flashback*

[Doctor's Story by Yutaka Minobe plays]

"I was called the hero of a lifetime after the Ohkuboverse was created by Demon Vibe in order to rule the universe by conquering the Galaxy. I was the person that had a nice good life, I was perfect, I had a brother named Sho and a mother named Mari. We were perfect and we would be grateful to be together. Until bad things to started happen, my mother and brother were separated from me, and Demon Vibe made me a scapegoat by making everyone to call me the Devil who created Soul Eater, and if Soul Eater was the responsibility of me, the was only thing was to put the blame for this madness was Demon Vibe, because that cosmic entity ruined my life and including me, manipulating my family, Haumea, and everyone else that got involved in the part of my story. Devil this, devil that, Devil loses family and home to a stupid fire scene that isn't Nibelheim."

"I couldn't take this manipulation from Demon Vibe no more! To put a stop to Demon Vibe wicked plans of ruling the entire universe, I had go through my story to get everyone involved, even my comrades, Obi, Maki, Hinawa, Arthur, Tamaki, Vulcan, Viktor, Lisa, and of course, the girl that I even met with my own eyes is Iris, sweet beloved Iris. They helped me to make myself a hero that will save all of humanity of being a meddlesome hero to stop Demon Vibe's plan of destroying the planet and would bring the peace to a new era for all of humanity. One day, I discovered that Sho, Iris, Haumea, Inca and the othesr were being used as eight pillars that would be the to unlocking humanity's future and new era including as well to the addition of it. But this was all part of Demon Vibe's plan to think that he would create a new era for humanity."

[Tragedy by Kenichi Tokoi plays]

"But eventually, now I realize what Demon Vibe was planning on using to engulf my world in a ball of flames called Firaga, cause this was Demon Vibe's real intention of manipulating humanity. Angel Vibe told me that Demon Vibe was not trying to create a new era for me and my people. It wanted to rule the entire universe by unleashing Darkness into the universe of Real World. Galactic conquest was his dream all along and everyone including me had been fools to that monster the entire time! So when Demon Vibe gifted with the Light hope, I reunited with my mother and Sho to create technique that combines the heart and soul into one powerful force and became the God that is really me, Shinra the legendary Banshoman! Angel Vibe and I finally put a stop to Demon Vibe and banished to a realm where he would not be forgiven. And it's all thanks to Demon Vibe. It was all thanks to my comrades and even haumea as well that I saved from that monstrosity's manipulation."

"So after created my man-made son Darkside Death from my own hear and eventually the world and story of Soul Eater, it became a perfect time for the Ohkuboverse to be free and peaceful in harmony. But peace was short-lived when Time Eater and scolded me for creating Death and Soul Eater itself. Thus, began the annihilation of my world including me and my comrades, but except for others like Tamaki and others who were transferred to Real World AU by the powers of an Ocarina."

Shinra the Devil Chao : With my 1000 years of death along with Iris who became my beloved, there might be those were transferred to real world AU and even resurrected their selves like me, a guy in his teens have taken the body of a lifeform that turn into the form of a God of Destruction. With the emeralds, I was quicly able to find out the whereabout of completing my story, my story to end tale was it the Seven World Rings that needed complete my tale.

Seto : Well, I 'm glad that really worked out as well. Your tale was a such a pleasant tale was such one big tragic backstory. Well, I'm glad that finally figured it out that you were the one who truly created Soul Eater it's because of your responsibilities, your influence has spread across the world including the galaxy, truth was eventually seeking out those who wanted something they want to bring. Being called the Devil may not be a Good thing, but it's also used for Good or Bad ways to say it. You're a hero just like me. Once you'll get back on your feet, you will be the hero that you were always be.

Solva : Yeah! Just the hero you are, Mr. Kusakabe.

Shinra the Devil Chao : You really mean it. Now I can finally become hero again and I will fend off evildoers whoever messes with me! I will be the hero that everyone respected me shall make me great again!

Seto : And of course, I bet Maka Albarn, would suspect that she would be the hero of this world just like you were once and eventually she'll be happy to see you again, buddy!

Shinra the Devil Chao : Maka, you say? That girl that I've known about? Of course she'll happy to see me as the hero that she known about. You are definitely correct, Seto the Deathless. And one more thing for me.

[Road to the King by Yutaka Minobe]

Seto : Hmm? What is it?

*clenched fist*

Seto : Huh?

Shinra the Devil Chaos : When that blue hedghehog said Little Buddy to every chao in the garden a thousand times over...I told him to stop saying that and you know it's buddy this, buddy that, little buddy give me a fruit to eat. I'm Shinra Kusakabe the hero and buddies were being called a hero, there's solution to put my finger on it.

Tsubaki : Why is that matter to you?

Shinra the Devil Chaos : Because...*raises fist*

Seto : Eh!?

*DBZ SFX : Strong Punch*

Shinra the Devil Chaos : MY NAME IS NOT LITTLE BUDDY! And it's not the devil either! Sonic has been driving nuts calling Chao buddies. That ship is sailed when the Dreamcast lost to the Playstation! All I was to be the hero of my life, my story, my everything, I made everything for the responsibility of my own, I wanted world without the Darkness or the despair that happened in the Ohkuboverse. And why did the Time Eater scolded me for the responsiblity of Soul Eater's beginnings?

Time Eater's Voice : Only a hero who would reach the end of his or her tale, but you failed to the reach the end of your tale without gathering the Seven World Rings, I will erase everything that you hold friend, your existence, your world, and this universe that you live. Only a fool is too worthy to be a hero of each the stories that were foretold. But without the World rings, you will have nothing in your life, not even you could spare one's life in a 1000 years.

Shinra the Devil Chaos : With that responsibility, the Time Eater destroyed the Ohkuboverse for real after the annihilation and ceasing everything to be exist. But when I resurrected into this? Things from the Ohkuboverse would never be the same. I had that responsibility from Robotnik, but I gave him that advice with the help of finding in the past mistakes. But remember, this is a job that is worth the life of a hero but it could be risky to fight one's ideals, but the most important thing of in that concession. You can't even deny or can't count on anyone or anybody but yourself, especially when it comes to your heroes, you don't even get the chance.

Seto : Eh, okay, I get it. Look! It's really a hard-knock for ya Shinra, I mean...This was not how it goes. Maka was wrong to follow your footsteps of becoming a hero and I'm sorry that the Ohkuboverse you all known about is gone, The Time Eater had no reasons to destroy universe that both you and Maka lived.

Solva : And basically, what did Maka said anything on her thirteenth birthday?

Shinra the devil chaos : The thing she said something to me is like this. You'll probably know why she wants to follow my footsteps to the path of becoming a hero.

*flashback to Chao World*

[Echo Night - Beyond/Nebula - Track 14]

Maka Albarn : So listen up, Shinra. Beg me for this. I've read about your story, Mom and Dad told me that the world you created would never fall into despair. But why are you telling that you were the one who fell into despair? You are the hero that I want to follow to your footsteps and I just wanted to be that way.

Shinra the Devil Chaos : Are you saying that you wanted to be a hero like me? Do ya, Maka? You don't get it, do you? Being a hero is a dangerous job and it could put your life in danger. You don't want to get involved into serious situations like these do ya? How are you gonna show something to this world that you wanted to understand?

Maka Albarn : What I really wanted because of your influence. Your influence has made me the way what a hero can do to their selves, I'll show the world what courage can do for me, and this Soul Resonance is the only thing that I truly i understand! This is what means to be the world's greatest hero that has ever seen in my life!

Shinra the Devil Chaos : No you don't! Showing the world your courage is stupid and this Soul Resonance that you said, there is no Soul Resonance! I made that up for you, you know!? Don't you know what it's like to live in the real world? Listen to me, wake up, Maka! Open your eyes and seek into the truth! I fooled you to think that you you just wanted to be obsessed with anyone in your life so that you could be the hero of your own story that I made for you. And courage has nothing to do with the world! It's valor I said, Valor! Do you know what Valor.

Maka Albarn : Is there's something wrong? But what does this mean? Are you sure about that? I look forward into following your footsteps and I don't care what happens to my life! I will show the world what my courage can do! Whether you like it or not! *leaves*

Shinra the Devil Chaos : Maka! Wait! *Maka stops for moment*

Maka Albarn : What is it, Shinra?

Shinra the Devil Chaos : I warned you. Don't risk your life fighting for your ideals, you'll be in danger when you follow footsteps of becoming a hero and when you do, you'll dies and eventually loose your body, just like mine that I lost to the Time Eater.

[Echo Night - Beyond/Nebula : Track 21]

Maka Albarn : Am I really going to die? I only wanted to show the world how great being a hero that I can do. I...I...Just wanted to make everyone happy. What's so wrong about that? Why can't you even just make believes and just deal with it?

Shinra the Devil Chaos : *nods*

Maka Albarn : (turns to Shinra) You have my word. I promise that even if I followed your footsteps of being the hero you are, then I'll make sure that I will protect the earth from harm. Heck! I would even save a galaxy or defender of the universe! No evildoer shall stand in in our way saving the world and bringing hope the galaxy! From this day on, two heroes of the long-lost Ohkuboverse will have their stories interwined, linked to another! I will be Maka the hero!

Shinra the Devil Chaos : Nah. That's my line. But I definitely I like that appreciation of yours.

Maka Albarn : True, that will be the appreciation of our destiny that will be intertwined with our destined fates. Let's make an oath to be the world's greatest heroes that they ever dreamed of.

Shinra the Devil Chaos : Agree. *fist bumps* I appreciate that, friend.

Maka Albarn : Same to you, hero.

*flashback ends*

Shinra the Devil Chaos : ....Now you finally understand the hardships to even let yourself to follow the dreams wherever you go. Making us heroes is what we do and that is our job to be heroes.

Seto : Wow. You knew about that, huh, Shinra? Are you saying that both your story and her's are linked and intertwined together. Was it your tale to be the greatest hero that you imagined when you were a human child. Childhood have always got great memories that foreshadows their dreams of becoming a hero. I bet that I too be a hero one day, when I was a kid, I looked into my father's steps of chosing to be the hero that I could be one day. Master told me anything about that much of a appreciation, even Solva and I known each other at school. We've been like this together as a heroes, savior of humankind, protector of the innocence, and most of my favorite part. The only thing what this world really wants is...

Seto & Solva [together] Love and Peace! *does a peace sign*

Shinra the Devil Chaos : Oh, I finally remember now. The new world in the Ohkuboverse I created was meant for love and peace. But all of that love and peace go to waste when the Time Eater came and destroyed everything. Don't worry, I'll bring the love and peace back together when I wiil use my full potential and save the world from danger!

*RUMBLING*

Shinra the Devil Chaos : What's going on now?

Seto : Uh-oh. This is bad.

Solva : What now?

Darkside C's Voice : Shinra Kusakabe. The time has come. I will put an end to everything that you hold dearly.

Shinra the Devil Chaos : Oh no. It's the foolishness that I caused. I did all of this! What have I done. That wasn't part of the New World of the Ohkuboverse that I made.

Solva : Sounds like Trouble in Tokyo, but right there's more trouble than here in Tokyo, straight up to the moon where they are at. Come, Seto! We gotta find out the solution! Tsubaki, come along with us quickly! I bet your guardian Nightshade will come get you any time.

Tsubaki : Right.

Shinra the Devil Chaos : You guys go on ahead.

Seto : What about you, Shinra. Aren't you coming along with us?

Shinra the Devil Chaos : I got other plans to do back at the garden. I'm heading towards abandoned aircraft that crashed landed in the ocean during the Chaos incident in 1998. Doctor Eggman told me that I would head be heading over seas to a huge aircraft that he once built. I got meet an old friend who wields excalibur. Of course, we've been partners a long time ago in the Ohkuboverse, but now he's out there somewhere after his resurrection.

Seto : Right. You can count on us, if you want to. But don't forget who followed your footsteps of becoming the hero you are, Shinra Kusakabe.

Shinra : Thanks, I won't. *Jumps off and leaves*

Seto : Alright everyone, you two follow me! We're heading to the solution right now! *Seto runs off*

Solva & Tsubaki : Okay! *the two runs off as they leave Black Star*

Black Star : W-Wait! Tsubaki! Where are you running off to!? Don't leave me here! Please don't tell Bradley that I am off work from Square Enix for desertion that I told you this before! They'll fire me! Tsubaki?...WAAAAAIT!!!

~ Scene 19 : Heroes Between the Past and Future ~

[jae-daddy]

Duff (2)

jaebum au series 

one / three

pairing: jaebum x reader genre: angst, smut, cheating plot: you are the duff, and guys use you to get close to your bestfriend, turns out jaebum was no exception. but as time goes on the tension between you and your bestfriend’s unoffical boyfriend grows a/n: turns out its a series huehuehue hope y'all enjoy it <3 not edited

No matter how many times you walked into Heather’s penthouse you were always blown away by the view of that day. The sky was never the same, and each and every time you walked through the doors, the city was a painted in a different light. But as much as the view took your breath away, the male sitting on the couch made your blood boil. 

“Don’t you have a home, Jaebum?” You sneered at the boyfriend of three weeks putting his feet on the three thousand dollar coffee table as if he owned the place. 

“Always a pleasure, aren’t you, love?” He smiled at you cocking his head to the side. You rolled your eyes before placing your bag on the floor and walking in front of him, making him move his feet of the table. 

“Where’s Heather?” You fell into your designated armchair as you scanned the apartment. “She said she would be here.”

Jaebum decided to more annoying then usual and didn’t answer you. He took his phone out and began playing some old song. You swore your eyes were fully white in rage as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down. 

And failing. 

You leaned towards the beautiful man who smirked at you, you were sure you looked animalistic with your teeth barred, but you didn’t care. You were going end him, kill him. 

“Listen here, you little shit-”

“Oh my, y/n!” A soft gentle voice saved the now fully grinning man. “Have you been waiting for long? I’m sorry.” 

She took a deep a breath in, before letting it out, exhausted. 

“You know traffic.”

You nodded, getting up and walking towards her. You gave Jaebum one last glare before you followed into her room. 

“You won’t believe what I found today!” She giggled as she rammaged through the bags she carried with her. “I would have absolutely loved this for me, but they didn’t have my size.” 

She gave you a small frown, before pulling out a lovely silk deep red dress. “But they had it in one of your sizes. You know how the trend in rich people is stravation these days, it’s so hard to find dresses in my size. But lucky for you, the bigger sizes are always available.”

Heather wasn’t mean. She wasn’t a bitch. At least she didn’t try to be those things. It just comes across that way. She doesn’t realise what she is saying because she never did need to have a filter. She was surrounded with people who didn’t see this as rude or mean, but as character and wit. And people who did find it upsetting weren’t in a position to really tell her how she sounded to the rest of the world. 

You bit your lip as you stared at her, making her gasp. 

“I did it again, didn’t I?” She frowned, her shoulders falling. She was trying to have a filter and that was enough for you. 

“It’s okay,” you shook your head, before giving her a toothy grin. “This dress is stunning!” You gave her a grateful smile as you ran your hands through the softness. 

“I promise to wear it next time.” 

“You can wear it today!” She smiled before doing a little jiggle. “One of JB’s friends has a club opening downtown tonight, and you are coming.”

You sucked in air through your teeth as you pretended to be in pain from the thought of missing this event. 

“I actually have a really important meeting in two days-”

“Stop lying, I know you.” She shot you a blank stare, as she began taking of her clothes and walking into the bathroom. “If you do have a meeting in two days the work for it would’ve finished a week ago, and if not, then you’re just lying.”

“Nerd!” Jaebum called from somewhere in the apartment. 

You growled before looking at Heather in angered confusion. 

“Does he not have a home?!” You said loudly so he could hear you. Heather just shook her head, as she put on her pink robe. 

“Of course he does,” she clipped her hair up. “And you’re coming so get ready, I’ll be out in a jiffy.” 

You were about to object but the door was closed before you could. You sighed as you stared at the dress in defeat. 

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“You’re wearing that?” Jaebum croaked out as you walked out of Heather’s room ready with your makeup, hair and outfit done. You shot him an annoyed glare in return, before opening the fridge. 

You sighed at the abundance of kombucha, and reached for the can of coke in the bottom row. You turned to find Jaebum staring at you with a weird look. 

“What?” You snapped. “Do you want one?” 

He shook his head no before looking away, his throat bobbing nervously. 

“Weirdo,” you muttered, as you opened your can and gulped a big chug. 

“You know there are glasses, right?” 

“You know you can shut up, right?” You gave him a fuck you smile before walking past him. 

“So you’re really wearing that?” He asked, watching you struggling to sit down. It was a gorgeous dress, and you had to admit it did look good on you, but it was a bit on a tighter side, especially in the decolletage. 

“Yes, why?” you looked at the boy, and instantly looked away as your cheeks flamed. 

Just because he turned out to be like every other boy and clung on to the next best thing in a matter of seconds, did not make him any less physically attractive. 

The way his dark trousled hair was pushed up, the way his jacket tightened around his arms as he crossed them. The pinkness of his lips, and the lip ring that you could not help but wonder how it would feel against your tongue. He was standing so causally, but the tightness on his face, and darkness in his eyes were enough to make you flame up. 

“Isn’t it-”

“A bit too comfortable?” You bit back before he could continue, “Yes, and this is the bigger size.” Your brows shot up as you nodded, as if to say I know, ridiculous. 

 It looked as if he was hesitating to say something for a moment. 

“I think-”

“How do I look?” Heather walked out in a dark green bodycon looking absolutely banging. She walked over and kissed Jaebum’s cheek. 

“Nice.” Jaebum smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, and seemed rather awkward. His eyes skipped over to you; you looked away feeling uncomfortable. 

“Let’s go,” Heather spoke cheerily, breaking the silence that settled in the penthouse. 

As you got up, you felt his eyes on you. 

You knew you shouldn’t, you knew it was bad. 

But you looked up and met his eyes. 

Your body was instantly on fire. 

He didn’t walk after Heather, he stood there walking you walk closer to him. Your eyes didn’t leave him, and even though everything in your body was telling you to look away you couldn’t. 

You finally walked past him and took your eyes off him and trained it on the door that Heather had walked out off. 

“And you,” Jaebum whispered, his body so close to you, you felt his breath tickle the back of your neck, “look absolutely ravishing.” 

Tingles ignited in your core making you slightly press your legs together, as your chest heaved. 

Bloody hell. You hated him. 

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The dark liqour burned your throat as you took another sip and scanned the club you ended up in tonight. You couldn’t lie, this club was pretty amazing. It was well planned, and the design and lighting of the place was inviting, playful and classy all at once. 

“I can’t tell if you’re actually an alcoholic or just like torture,” Jaebum commented from beside you. You turned towards him ready to bite back, but were taken aback by how stunning he looked. The lights in this club really did favour him alot. 

“Shouldn’t you be grinding on my bestfriend?” You asked instead, as you looked for Heather.

“Someone’s already beat me to it,” you heard him mutter, as you found your friend laughing and leaning back against another guy. You frowned at that, Jaebum was much better looking than that clown. 

“And you’re okay with that?” You asked, being careful, incase he was hurt. You didn’t know if Heather was having a play around with Jaebum or whether it was serious, and didn’t want to promise in her stead. But something about the way Jaebum had said that made your heart sink slightly. 

He shrugged before taking a sip of his drink, “it’s none of my business.” 

You groaned internally. He was such a melodramatic king. 

“Hey guys!” Heather came up to the table you and Jaebum were sitting at. “You guys are so boring,” she pouted in proper tipsy Heather style. “Why don’t you guys dance? Have fun kids.” 

She took Jaebum’s glass emptied it, before heading out to the same guy who welcomed her with open arms and probably a hard dick. 

You glared at him when his eyes met yours and he instantly looked away. 

“JB!” A voice yelled from behind you, you turned to find a handsome guy in a very expensive looking suit. “My man, you made it!” 

He hugged Jaebum who looked as if he wanted to get far away from here. You chuckled at his pained expression. 

“Thanks for the invite, Bam,” Jaebum smiled. “You really turned the place around. It looks great!” 

Bam shrugged, before shifting his attention to you. His eyes took you in, and his smile widened. 

“Hi,” he held your hand bringing it to his lips. You turned to look at Jaebum with a humoured smile. “My friends call me Bam, but you can call me Bambam.”

Your eyebrows rose, as a giggle left you. 

“It’s so good you have to say it twice.” 

This time you laughed, taking your hand back. 

He was an actual literal clown. 

“I can’t believe you used a children’s movie as a pick up line.”

Bambam gasped as he looked at Jaebum. “Who is this uncultured lady calling animated films children’s movies?” 

“That’s on you Bambam,” Jaebum rose his hands up. “We told you that pick up line was ridiculious.” 

Bambam looked at you with playful eyes instead, “You’re lucky you’re so goodlooking. Otherwise this conversation would’ve been long over.”

“Oh, lucky me,” you rolled your eyes, smiling. “I’m y/n, by the way. This place is amazing! The design is immaculate.” 

“Thank you, all done by me,” Bambam put a hand to his chest and took a little bow. 

Jaebum tried to ask Bambam something, but Bambam didn’t look away from you. He cut off Jaebum and asked, “So, you two are a thing?”

“No,” you answered, letting out a chuckle. “I don’t think you could even call us friends.”

You felt Jaebum’s eyes on you, but you ignored him. 

“Are you seeing anyone?” Bambam asked, taking a step closer. 

“Much to my displeasure, I have no choice but to see people with this sight of mine,” Jaebum straight up snorted at your horrible attempt at humour, while Bambam smirked at you. “But if you’re asking romantically, then no.”

“Good,” Bambam said, and you gulped, before looking away nervously. “How about Friday-”

“You party poopers!” Heather giggled before banging her hands on the table. “All of you on the dance floor right, now.” 

She took your hand and dragged you away from the pair. You turned back and saw Bambam follow, with a sulken Jaebum trailing behind slowly. 

Heather placed her hands on your waist, making your sway with the music. You gave in deciding fighting it won’t get you anywhere. She turned around, and leaned against you, making you laugh as she moved against you. You turned around, both of bodies moving fluently in slut. 

You laughed as she reached back and slapped your ass, before pressing her front against you. 

“He’s cute,” she breathed into your ear. You looked up and saw Bambam studying you both. 

“Is he?” you replied, before hissing. “I don’t know, he’s not my type.” 

“Claim him before I make him mine,” she pushed you against him. Bambam grabbed you, and you instantly wanted to get away. 

It didn’t last long though. 

“Who is she?” Bambam asked leaning into your ear. You followed his gaze that was looking at Heather hungrily. 

“She’s Heather, my friend.” You answered, wanting to escape more than ever. You knew what was happening, it had happened so many times already that you were already dissociating from your body. 

“You don’t mind?” He asked, biting his lip as he looked at you. 

You shook your head, atleast he asked. 

“Thanks, babe,” he winked at you.

He moved past you before you could tell him that her and Jaebum were together. You turned to find Heather and Bambam already dancing together. You searched for Jaebum but couldn’t find him anywhere. 

You turned, bumping into someone. 

“Oh sorry,” you said softly before looking up, and finding Jaebum. You didn’t like the way he was looking at you. 

“I’m going to catch some fresh air,” you pushed past him, and walked out of the club. Instead of walking out onto the street, you turned and walked towards the stairways leadnig up. 

You needed to be alone. Actually, alone. Not surrounded by strangers on a cold late street. 

You let out a deep breath as you finally made it to the rooftop. It was much higher than you had expected and were pretty winded up, but you didn’t mind. There was no one here, and the view just made it much better. 

But that didn’t last long. 

You heard footsteps behind you, and even without turning you could tell it was him. The way your body began heating up from his stare, the sounds of his footsteps, you could tell it was him. 

“What are you doing here?” You called out, without turning back. “Don’t you have a friend to seperate from your girlfriend?”

“If I didn’t know any better,” he replied, his steps slowling down. “You sound a tad bit jealous.”

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes as you turned away from the littering city lights. “He was not my type. It’s better he went away himself.” 

Jaebum stared at you with another one of those intense looks. He looked at you as if he could see you clearer than anything else in the world. He looked at you as if he had solved a puzzle and was now inspecting every piece carefully. He looked at you like you were the only thing he has ever looked at. 

You tore your eyes away, your cheeks burning again. 

“How did you know it was me?” He asked, licking his lips. Jaebum placed his forearms on the railing, and some dangerous part of you imagined you between his arms. Between him and the railing. Your dress hitched, your breathe heavy moaning his name as he rammed into you. 

You turned around, and pressed your legs together. 

“It was your goddamn tap dancing shoes,” you lied, making him laugh. 

“These shoes cost this much just so it doesn’t sound like that,” he looked over at you, and you smiled back despite yourself. 

You bit your lip and looked away, as imagines of his mouth on your skin scorched your mind. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you shivered slightly. 

“I told you, Jae,” you breathed annoyed. “He was not my type.”

“And what if he was?” 

You were. 

“What would you do then?” His dark eyes peered into yours. You didn’t know if it was him, you didn’t know if it was you, but the distance between you lessened. 

Your dress hitched at your thighs as your body pressed against Jaebum’s. 

His minty breath laced with liqour brushed your lips, and you savoured its warmth. You wanted to feel it all over your body. 

Your eyes flashed to the lip ring and you once again imagined it between your lips. 

Jaebum was your type. He was most definately you type, and you let him chose her. 

“If anyone was my type,” you lifted your gaze to stare into his. His dark eyes shown with something, and you hoped it was understanding. He was your type, you had wanted him, but he had chose her. “He wouldn’t chose her.”

He had chosen her. 

“He would be an incredible fool to do that,” he didn’t move away from you, but he didn’t move in closer. 

You stayed for a moment, calming your body from crashing into his. 

You snorted in distaste before chuckling and moving away. You stared at the city lights one more time before turning back towards the building. 

Jaebum remained there, his body turned towards the lights, but his mind some place else. His knuckles white by his side, his body tight. 

You smirked at him over your shoulder. 

Jaebum looked over his shoulder when he heard your heels stop halfway to the door. 

“You fool.” You scoffed, before walking away. 

[galaxwrites]

That time Kaito (accidentally) seduced a dragon

Yugioh writing, this time.

crossposted on my AO3

A mix of Zexal and Arc-V

Ship: ...what's the ship name for Kaito x Shun? that's the one

Dungeons and Dragons AU!

Please, enjoy~

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The very way Yuto Sakaki was sitting on the throne radiated power, but... His face looked sorrowful. Kaito had seen plenty of sorrowful kings, but never one this...gloomy. Almost as if in mourning.

He did find it weird how there was no advisor or queen that sat besides him. The last time the pirate was in front of the king, he had the Kurosaki siblings at his side. But now...He was alone.

Yuma's voice snapped the pirate out of his thoughts, as the paladin spoke to the dark-robed king. "Your majesty, I am Yuma Tsukumo, Paladin of Ellipas. And me and my gang have a proposition for you."

The king raised an eyebrow. "What kind of proposition, and what is in it for my people?"

"Well, you may already know about your brothers and their kingdoms. And...The threat that Yuri's kingdom poses." Yuma stated. "We believe it'd be best to reunite the kingdoms into one. We've got King Yuya of the Kingdom of Flames on board. We want to continue with you."

Yuto rose from his throne, and walked up to the party of four. Kaito noted that his cape was...well, pretty long. "Reuniting the kingdoms would be vital to our survival, but if I am to get on board with this plan...I need something in return." He stopped right in front of Kaito. The pirate gulped. "My advisor and my queen, Kurosaki Shun and Ruri.. They've gone missing and I am assuming it has to do with the two dragons that have shown up at the edge of my territory. I wish for you to find them, and get rid of my little dragon problem."

Ryouga nodded. "Piece of cake."

The king only narrowed his eyes, at Kaito in particular. "You've been in my kingdom before, and caused quite a stir.. I don't trust you, Tenjou."

"I assure you, your highness, I won't cause that sort of trouble again." Kaito replied, having to physically stop himself from shaking by gripping his arm.

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Yuto had lead the group to a dark forest he called "Raptor's Hollow". It was thick and twisty and Kaito wondered how any creature could live here.

A distant roar, that steadily grew closer as the group pressed forward, was heard. One of the dragons, maybe.

It took about an hour of walking before the group had reached it-a large, dragon-made clearing. Stumps of wood and full trees were scattered around it. Two dragons sat in the middle, one roaring in pain and the other whimpering while trying to help the other.

The roaring one was much bigger than the other. Its scales a dark green, with a lighter teal underbelly and wings. Its gold eyes shimmered with a sort of familiarity.

The other was a deep purple, with hot pink eyes and pastel purple wings. A small ribbon was tied around its tail.

The bigger one lifted its snout, sniffed the air, and roared, heading straight towards the gang. Yuto and Kaito simply jumped out of the way, with Ryouga and Astral simply running.

But like always, Yuma was an idiot and froze up, getting rammed into a tree. He cried out in pain. "OW-"

"YUMA!!" Astral yelled, obviously concerned. The paladin flashed a thumbs up.

"I'm okay! I think I broke a few ribs but I'm okay!"

Kaito sighed. That's gonna be a Cure Wounds later. For now, he had a plan. A risky one, but when were his plans ever risk free?

He took his lute, and strummed a small tune, letting the spell he had prepared be cast on the dragon. The dragon tilted its head and looked at the bard, listening to the tune. Kaito continued to just...play. Not just for his spell, to to calm himself down as well. Playing music always seemed to help.

As his tune ended, the bard put his lute back, and held a hand out to the dragon. "Hello, there." He said. "Are you hurt?"

The dragon nodded, holding up its tail. A rather large bear trap was secured on it, and dark blood still steeped out of it. Kaito winced. The thing looked painful to even look at. But he nodded and walked over to the dragon's tail. He wasn't a formal healer, but he knew a thing or two about traps and how to get unstuck from them.

He barely even touched the trap when the dragon roared. He held out his hand again. "Easy, there." He said, softly. The dragon layed his head down next to Kaito, softly whimpering. Kaito placed his hand on his head. "Try and stay still."

The smaller dragon tilted its head in confusion as Kaito got to work. With all the strength he could muster, he opened up the bear trap. The dragon roared again and raised its tail, only for Kaito to push it back down. "Let me patch you up, first." He reached into his pack and took out two large rolls of gauze, and started wrapping it around the dragon's tail.

Meanwhile, Yuto turned to Ryouga. "Are your party members always like this?"

Ryouga nodded. "Sadly, yes."

"...I am deeply sorry for you."

The siren shrugged. "Eh, I'm used to it. Though Yuma's idiocy can be a bit much."

"I figured." Yuto said.

As that went on, Kaito finished wrapping the dragon's tail. "There. You should be good for now."

The dragon bowed his head in thanks, and made a sort of friendly growl.

"...I can't understand you, you know." Kaito stated, but he got an idea. "Hang on." With a snap of his fingers, he casted a spell; Speak With Animals. "Try now."

Thank you, kind stranger. The dragon said, in its growly voice. Who are you?

"My name is Kaito Tenjo, I'm the captain of the Starry-Eyed serpent." Kaito replied. "Part time bard. And your name?"

Kurosaki Shun. I was cursed to stay in this form until someone breaks the spell placed on me and my Sister.

Kaito raised an eyebrow. "And how do I do that?"

Shun shrugged. I've no idea myself..

The bard thought for a moment. What breaks curses?

....A kiss? That might work!

"...I have an idea, but I have to ask if it's alright for me to kiss you."

In the background, Ryouga mumbled "Of course he's suggesting that." Yuto facepalmed, and Yuma just weakly cheered Kaito on.

Shun tilted his head. ...Why?

"In some of the old fairy tales I've read, the curse is broken with a kiss." Kaito explained. "It might be the case here."

...Just do it then. I can't take this form any longer,

Kaito nodded, and pressed a kiss to Shun's snout. In a flash of dark magic, the dragon-just the one, the other who Kaito guessed was Ruri was just hugging Yuto at this point-seemed to shift into a young man who was just Kaito's type. Dark hair of green and turquoise, yellow eyes, and dressed almost like a classy vampire.

Needless to say, it was pretty much love at first sight.

"Thank you, Kaito." Shun said, with a smile. His voice was smooth and deep.

Kaito took a bow. "You're welcome, Sir Shun."

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After the incident, Yuto joined the alliance, and Shun joined the group. Turns out having a shapeshifting sorcerer as a teammate is a good idea. As night fell, the Starry-Eyed Serpent set sail once more, towards the Kingdom Of Winds. Kaito stood out on the main deck, the wind blowing in his coat. Most of the crew-minus Droite and Gauche- had gone to sleep. But, Kaito never slept. Not like he needed it, anyways.

As the moon and stars rose, Kaito held a hand up to one of the constellations. Gemini.

"Hang on, Gem." He whispered. "I'll find you.."

"What's all this about?" Shun asked, walking up behind Kaito.

The bard turned around, and smiled. "Shun. You need anything?"

The shapeshifter shrugged. "No, just...Couldn't sleep. Why you up?"

"I don't exactly need to sleep." Kaito stated, pointing at his pointy ears. "Just meditation every once in a while. Comes with being a half elf."

"Ah." Shun said. "...May I ask who Gem is?"

"...Gemini is one of my siblings." The bard stated. "Hart isn't my only one. We have ten others, and Gemini's one of them." Kaito explained. "...They'd be 15, today."

"...Did they die?" Shun asked.

Kaito shook his head. "No. Just...Father mistreated them and Virgo. So all of us ran away from him and...we somehow got separated. I'm still searching for them."

"What were they like?"

"Well, Gem's really bright and fun. They loved it when I sang. And Virgo was just really shy, but she got along well with basically everyone." Kaito said. "I miss them..."

"I know the feeling, dude." Shun said. "One time I lost Ruri, and I almost went insane trying to find her."

Kaito chuckled. "I can see it, I suppose."

"Yeah..." Shun gave a small laugh of his own. "One more question?"

"Yeah?"

"...Your siblings seemed to be named after the zodiacs, but you and Haruto aren't?"

"Oh, that. We chose these names to distance ourselves from our father." Kaito explained. "My real name is Sagittarius."

Shun smiled. "..Kaito fits you a bit better."

"I know, it does. Now I've got two questions of my own." Kaito stated. "One, mind calling me Kite? We're friends, now. You don't need to be so formal."

Shun nodded. "Sure, Kite. ..What's the second?"

Kaito-Kite-smiled. "....Is there anyone out there whom you like?"

The shapeshifter blushed. "..T-there's someone. Not s-sure if he reciprocates."

The pirate raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"...W-well, it's you.." Shun confessed.

Though Kite kept his cool, he was screaming on the inside. This hottie liked him? WHAT THE HELL?

He took a deep breath, and calmed himself. "What if I said I liked you back?"

Shun's face gained a dusting of red. "...Wait, seriously?"

Kite nodded. "Why wouldn't I? You seem like a nice fellow, and it helps that you look positively handsome."

"I.. I m-mean... Oh fuck it." Shun grabbed Kite by the coat, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Kite blushed heavily, but...well, he kissed back. His arms wrapped around Shun's waist and pulled him close.

It wasn't anything big, it was just a kiss, but Kite, in that moment, felt utterly elated.

When the two had to pull away for air, he smiled. "Look at that. I seduced the dragon."

Shun huffed. "Yeah, yeah. Guess you did.."

[sweet-savvy-slytherins]

Hi, everyone!

Developing characters is something I really enjoy, so I had a lot of fun putting together a twin set of MCs! This is the first of the two, Evangeline! I’d love if people would give her a read, and let me know what you think of her!

For clarification, I used the Classified Text Generator in a few spots. That way, I didn’t have to leave any information out, and those who had reached that part of the game would recognize what I was talking about regardless, but those who hadn’t wouldn’t be spoiled.

Name: 

Hypatia Nadine Linwood, originally

Evangeline Nadine Desrosiers, currently

Usually goes by Vany

Initials spell “END,” which she finds hilariously ominous

Gender: Cisgender female

Age: 16 years old

Birth Date: October 20th

Species: Human (despite her mother’s insistence that they’re part Veela)

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Openly homoromantic and homosexual

Alignment: Chaotic good

Ethnicity: Afro-European

Residence: A condo in Bristol

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ESTP-A, the Entrepreneur

1st Wand: When she was eleven, Evangeline was matched with a dogwood wand that was nine inches in length, with a dragon heartstring core.

2nd Wand: In her fifth year, after she unwisely challenged Madam Rakepick and had her wand broken as a result, Evangeline found herself paired with a spruce wood wand, this one nine and two thirds inches in length with a phoenix tail feather core. While she resents Rakepick for breaking her first, Evangeline does admit to feeling like her second wand suited her better.

Animagus: Evangeline never becomes an animagus.

Miscellaneous Magical Abilities: Unlike Jacob and Enola, Evangeline is not a born legilimens. However, just like her mother, she is a Seer. (Because that is just like her mother, isn’t it? To pass on the world’s shittiest super power?) Most of the time, this ability manifests in the form of a vague sense or a murky dream. To this day, she’s only had one proper vision, and it was when she was very small.

Boggart Form: Her mother showering her with praise, and saying she was proud of the witch she’d grown to be. This tends to confuse her peers, since it seems so positive—but Evangeline knows her mother. The narcissist that she is, Mireille would never have praised her like that unless she molded Evangeline into her double. That is Evangeline’s worst fear: becoming her mother.

Riddikulus Form: Mireille more or less being turned into a cymbal-banging monkey, with a kazoo in her mouth, cymbals in her hands, and a silly hat.

Amortentia: When Evangeline smells amortentia, the scent is a combination of broom handle polish, leather, and buttered toast. If someone’s amortentia were to smell like her, it would smell like cherry lip gloss, orange pekoe tea, and, again, broom handle polish.

Patronus: A crow. Although they’re best known for supposedly being an omen of death, they’re also believed to symbolize destiny, flexibility, and mischievousness.

Patronus Memory: About a month before Evangeline turned nine, there was a night where her entire family—Aunt Felicienne, Jacob, Enola, and Casper—all let her paint their nails. They all talked and laughed the entire night, drinking cocoa and admiring their nails, and it was the first time they felt like a proper family.

Mirror of Erised: Her family not only together again, but being treated with the respect they deserve. Her brother’s bad reputation erased, the whispers about her aunt for being a squib silenced, and the ghost of their parents’ actions exorcised.

Specialized/Favorite Spells: Evangeline has an affinity for fun spells, like Colovaria and Orchideous. They may not be the most practical, but is that such a crime? Not every spell can serve a greater purpose.

Physique: 

Athletic build, due to her involvement in Quidditch

Strong limbs and a toned figure

5′8 in heigh

Eye Color: 

Dark grey in color

Always decorated with pristine eyeliner and a light brush of mascara

Hair Color: 

Deep brown

Occasionally experiment with different hair colors using Colovaria

Naturally curly, but is often straightened

Hip length (when straightened)

Skin Tone:

Light brown

Warm undertones

Body Modifications: 

One piercing in each ear

Scarring: 

Extensive burn scars on both forearms — gained at 7 years old

Thin scar directly across the bridge of her nose — gained at 25 years old

Inventory: 

Her favorite cherry lip gloss

A bag of butterscotch candies

A hair clip or two

Her treasured leather journal.

Fashion: Though Evangeline consciously tries not to be vain, knowing it was one of her mother’s vices, she does take pride in her appearance, and enjoys looking good. When not outfitted in her school robes, she usually tries to aim for a classy, feminine sort of style. More often than not her outfits consist of trendy sweaters or turtlenecks (never t-shirts), tea length skirts, and oxford pumps. As for accessories, Evangeline is quite fond of dainty earrings and delicate silver rings, as well as pretty hair clips. The one exception to her style tastes is Erika’s sweaters: they’re over-sized, a little more traditionally masculine, and more worn out than Evangeline likes to let her clothes get. Still, she absolutely covets them.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin, house of the cunning and ambitious. It’s garnered such a reputation for being the “mean house” that people always seem to be surprised to learn that Evangeline was placed there. But, as she’s always quick to remind them, “mean” is not a requisite for being in Slytherin. It’s just an unfortunate trend.

Ilvermorny House: Thunderbird, house of the soul, home to the adventurer.

Affiliations/Organizations: Obviously, as first a student and then an alum, Evangeline is affiliated with Hogwarts. She also joins ███ ██████ ██ ██████ out of support for Enola, and, later on, is a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Professions: After working as a spy for the Order during the second wizarding war, Evangeline builds a career as a grief counselor for magical children.

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: A

Charms: E

DADA: O

Flying: O

Herbology: P

History of Magic: A

Potions: A

Transfiguration: E

Electives: 

Divination

Muggle Studies

Both are total goof off classes, considering she’s a Seer who was raised in a muggle community

Quidditch: 

Seeker on the Slytherin team from third year onward

Played one season as a beater in her fourth year

Extra Curricular: 

Art Club

Frog Choir

Favorite Professors: 

Professor Hooch — fellow Quidditch lover

Professor Trelawney — endearingly kooky

Least Favorite Professors: 

Professor Snape — killjoy

Professor Sinistra — uptight

Brother: The eldest of the Desrosiers children is Theron, who renamed himself Jacob after his parents’ death. Of his three younger siblings, he’s arguably closest to Evangeline, since she shares his charisma and occasional haughtiness. Evangeline understood, better than any of the others, how badly he wanted to restore both the Kastellanos and Desrosiers family names to their former glory. No, actually, not their former glory—a new glory, built on talent and respect, rather than on the subjugation of those considered “beneath” them. 

Other Siblings: Older than Evangeline by six minutes, Enola is the second oldest Desrosiers sibling, and easily the one Evangeline is closest to. People can dismiss the notion of twin ESP all they want, but Evangeline believes it. Different as they may be, her and Enola have always been finely attuned to each other. They can read each other easily, and always know exactly what the other needs. There isn’t a chance they could ever be as close with someone else as they are with each other. 

Evangeline also has a younger brother. Helios Kastellanos, renamed Casper by their Aunt Felicienne, is five years younger than the twins, and truth be told, Evangeline’s never had too strong of a relationship with him. It’s not like they argue, or they hate each other. They’ve just...never connected. He’s always clung to Enola, so Evangeline figures that it’s a trade off she had to make. She gets to be close with Jacob, at the cost of being close with Casper. Enola gets to be close with Casper, at the cost of being close with Jacob. It evens out.

Father: Truth be told, Evangeline remembers very little of her father, Proteus. Beyond not spending a lot of time at home, Proteus was more concerned with his male heirs than either of his daughters. Everything Evangeline knows about him, she’s learned secondhand, and even then, it’s very little. Felicienne and Jacob always waved off her questions, telling her she didn’t want to know about him, Enola remembered as little as she did, and Casper was only three when he died. Evangeline knows that he was a Death Eater, and that’s more or less it.

Mother: Now, her mother, Mireille, on the other hand...Evangeline remembers her quite vividly. Mireille was a woman who prided herself on beauty more than anything, and wanted to raise her daughters to be just the same—as long as they were never more beautiful than she was. Though she came from a family of blood purists, Mireille was the first Desrosiers to become a Death Eater, and Evangeline suspects that she got in over her head. It’s her theory that the stress drove Mireille crazy, and that was why she was so prone to paranoia and explosive bursts of anger. One of Evangeline’s most vivid memories of Mireille attempting to throw a pot of boiling water in her face when she was seven years old; Evangeline threw up her arms to defend herself, and she still bears the scars from the attack all these years later.

Love Interest: Evangeline has a big, fat, gay crush on Erika Rath, and she’s not ashamed to admit it. She’d already been attracted to her on an entirely physical level, and then Evangeline had to seek out her tutelage when the Slytherin team was short a Beater. Discovering the awkward, uncertain girl that existed beneath the gruff exterior completely sealed the deal. They bonded over their love for Quidditch, continuing to train together even when Evangeline switched back to playing Seeker, and with time, came to find that they really enjoyed each other’s company. Evangeline could make Erika laugh like no one else, and Erika felt like one of the only people Evangeline could be entirely herself with, even if that meant exposing the ugly pieces of herself as well as the polished ones. Finally, Evangeline asked Erika to the Celestial Ball, and the rest was history. It’s rather funny to see them side by side, with Erika, perpetually dressed in her jersey and scowling, towering over Evangeline, with her pressed skirts and sunny smiles.

Best Friends: One of Evangeline’s dearest friends at Hogwarts is local contraband dealer, Jae Kim. Truth be told, he was initially quite intimidated by her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but despite Evangeline’s bubbly disposition, something about her always struck him as distinctly...eldritch. Like she was something unusual, and not entirely human. Maybe it was just the way she could flip her emotions on a dime, entirely of her own volition. Watching her be seething mad and then slap on a bright, sunny grin as she turned away, easy as flipping a switch, was unnerving. Regardless, the two bonded throughout their time spent in detention, and Enola is quite proud to boast that she’s one of the few people that can almost wrangle Jae into following the rules.

She’s also quite close with Penny Haywood and Diego Caplan, two Hufflepuffs who share Evangeline’s popularity and social skill. Evangeline likes to joke that she’s “Penny, but with edge.” Penny gets a kick out of it. Diego, on the other hand, did initially have slightly selfish reasons for befriending Evangeline—namely, his hope that she could help him get closer to Enola, who he had a crush on—but ended up genuinely bonding with her somewhere along the way. She’s his favorite dueling and dancing partner, and they trust each other more than anyone seems to realize.

Rivals: Some people might not understand how two people on the same team can be rivals, but Evangeline and Skye Parkin make it work. It’s not a mean rivalry by any means, but it’s an intense one, with both of them aiming to be the star player on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Evangeline also considers herself rivals with Emily Tyler, who reminds her uncomfortably of her mother, and Merula, who competes with her in, well, everything.

Enemies: Logically, Evangeline knows that there’s really nothing wrong with Talbott Winger. He’s an entirely decent guy, who minds his own business and keeps his head down. She has no reason to dislike him the way she does. But she just can’t help it. Maybe it’s his aloofness that rubs her the wrong way—Evangeline’s always liked to be liked, not to mention the nosy streak she possesses and she finds people that reserved and guarded frustrating. Maybe it’s the fact that she thinks he has eyes for her sister, when Enola could definitely do better. (Of course, this is only Evangeline’s perception. If she really wanted to know who had eyes for Enola, she’d have better luck looking at her best friend, Jae.) Either way, Evangeline isn’t a fan.

Dormmates: Evangeline shares a dorm with Rowan Khanna, Liz Tuttle, Skye Parkin, and her twin sister, Enola.

Pets: On the record, Evangeline has only one pet, and it’s a very old, exceptionally grumpy, melanistic Sphynx cat named Toodles. Despite being more or less a crotchety old man in cat form, Toodles is absolutely the light of Evangeline’s life, and she dotes on him like he is her actual child. The amount of money she’s dropped on Toodles is honestly kind of staggering, but Enola insists that it’s entirely necessary. Sphynx cats require a lot of careful care, and if Evangeline has her way, Toodles is only going to get the best of the best.

However, off the record, Evangeline has also grown unusually close to one Thestral in particular. She’s been sneaking into the Forbidden Forest to study them since she was in her 2nd year, and during one such excursion, she witnessed a Thestral foal being birthed. Since it provided a prime opportunity to study the life cycle of a Thestral, Evangeline focused most of her observations on that foal, which she named Melinoe, after the Greek goddess of ghosts and spirits. It took some time to build trust, but eventually, Melinoe and Evangeline were thick as thieves, and Melinoe greeted her like an excited puppy whenever she came to visit the forest. Leaving Melinoe behind is perhaps what Evangeline’s dreading most about her graduation from Hogwarts.

Closest Canon Friends: Jae Kim, Penny Haywood, Diego Caplan, Nymphadora Tonks, and Tulip Karasu.

Closest MC Friends: Outside of Enola, none yet, but looking!

Pre-Hogwarts: Hypatia was born the third child of Proteus and Mireille Kastellanos. She spent the first eight years of her life in Greece, living on her father’s family estate, roaming the grounds with her siblings, enjoying the abundance of wealth at her fingertips. It should’ve been a charmed life...but it wasn’t. See, Proteus and Mireille were both Death Eaters, and neither were much suited for parenthood. It was a household strife with unease and contempt, and if the ruthless mental (and occasionally physical) abuse Hypatia experienced wasn’t enough, her childhood was also plagued by terrible visions. In this visions, an explosion burst in her family parlor, leaving both her parents dead on the floor.

Then, when she was eight years old, the premonition came true. Aurors raided the manor, and in the ensuing fight, both Proteus and Mireille were killed, with their two young daughters bearing witness. The children were whisked away from the home, and eventually sent to live with their maternal aunt, Felicienne Desrosiers. A squib who had fled her Pureblood-supremist family to live in England, Felicienne was hardly equipped to take on four young, magical, traumatized children, but still, she stepped up to the plate, determined not to fail them the way that their parents had.

The first thing she did? She sat them down, and helped them choose out new names. While her family name wasn’t exactly sparkly clean, it carried less of a stigma than their father’s. And thus, Hypatia Kastellanos died with her parents, and Evangeline Desrosiers was born.

From that point on, Evangeline grew up to be a rather well-adjusted girl. Or, as well-adjusted as a girl with her experiences could be. The only real point of concern was the fixation she began to develop with death; she played funeral director far more often than she ever played princess, and was prone to checking out books on embalming methods from the local library. However, she wasn’t hurting anyone or thing and showed no desire to, so Felicenne decided it wasn’t anything to worry too much about. It was simply Evangeline’s way of coping. Throughout the years, Evangeline found happiness with her new family, and despite Jacob’s disappearance, despite Felicenne’s failing health, Evangeline is determined to protect that happiness.

2nd Wizarding War: As the war starts picking up steam, Evangeline establishes her allegiance to The Order of the Phoenix, and starts working as a spy, able to rely on her charisma and family heritage to gain the trust of dark wizards. She’s not accepted into the inner circle, not nearly, but she’s silver-tongued enough to get information from those that are. During this time, she secretly elopes with her long-term girlfriend, Erika Rath. She fights in the battle of Hogwarts, and in doing so, gains a scar directly across the bridge of her nose.

Post-War: Following the war, Evangeline finds that her ambitions have changed. Despite having wanted for years to be a mortician, she finds that the idea now lacks the appeal it did when she was young. Perhaps she’s just seen enough death. Still, she’s determined to put all of her years of research to use. She ends up finding her calling providing grief counseling to children, and, specifically, to magical children. She makes the unconventional choice to train Thestrals as a sort of therapy animal for children who have witnessed death. Her and Erika, now going public with their marriage, also adopt a set of siblings—an eight year old named Winifred, and a six year old named Josephine, the daughters of a friend of Erika’s who was, unfortunately, killed in the war. It’s difficult, considering both girls are old enough to remember and miss their parents, but Evangeline’s grief training comes in handy in helping them cope with the loss. It may take time, but eventually, they do truly feel like a family.

There's a lot more to Evangeline than there appears to be at a glance. Upon first meeting, she seems...well, vivacious. She loves to laugh and lights up a room with her smile alone, and is playful and a little mischievous by nature. She's also quite the hopeless romantic, and ultimately wants to end up happy with someone she loves. Some may say that this makes her pathetic, but she doesn't view it that way at all. What's so wrong with wanting to be happy?

Though Evangeline may not hand out her trust too quickly or freely, she is always willing to provide a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. Her loyalty to those who find a place in her heart is admirable, especially when it comes to her family, and she would willingly fight to the death to protect those she loves. She always finds some way to show her affection, whether it's through a warm hug when one is needed or a good laugh provided when sadness seems to be taking over. She’s charismatic and enigmatic and attractive, and most everyone she meets consider her to be a delightful young woman. 

And then her smile sharpens just slightly, glinting like light on the blade of a dagger, and all of a sudden, it’s abundantly clear why she was sorted into the house of the cunning.

Now, the image Evangeline puts forth isn’t a lie. She is genuinely friendly and outgoing, and the majority of the time, everything she says and does is sincere. However, certain traits are exaggerated because she wants to present a specific image of herself—or rather, she wants certain parts of her to go unnoticed, so she emphasizes the ones she wants people to see and lets the other ones slip out of the edges of their perception. 

Beneath the girlish laughter and perfect grins is a master manipulator, always poised for battle, whether they be fought with words or fists. The sweetness, the flattery, the pretty little smiles, they coax information out conversations faster than threats ever did. A true Slytherin at her core, Evangeline has long since learned how to use her beauty and natural charisma to get what she needs out of people and accomplish her goals, which are, fortunately, mostly altruistic. Who knows what sort chaos she could wrought, if she put her mind to it?

Total theater kid. She attended muggle primary schools prior to Hogwarts, and you can bet your bippy she jumped on every opportunity to get on stage that she was offered. Notable roles include Belle in Beauty and the Beast, the Wicked Witch of the West (ironically enough) in The Wizard of Oz, Wendy in Peter Pan, and Queen Zixi in Queen Zixi of Ix.

It’s no secret that Evangeline’s one premonition was of the raid that her parents died in. Her siblings all know, and none of them blame her. She was just a child; she didn’t understand what she was seeing. The secret is that, even if she had understood, Evangeline doesn’t think she would’ve warned anyone.

[quickeningheart]

Twenty-One

   Alley could hardly sleep that night, tossing and turning in her bed, trying to get comfortable. Her dreams were disjointed and strange. Not outright nightmares, but disturbing nonetheless. It didn’t help that every time she closed her eyes, she found herself back at the lake, wrapped in Throttle’s arms.

   When the clock read four-thirty, she finally gave up and struggled out of bed, yawning widely and raking her fingers through the tangles in her hair. By habit, she reached for the bag of pellets to feed Mercedes, only to remember that she was no longer there. Grumbling, she gathered the supplies, tossed them into the cage, and carried the entire contraption to her closet and shoved it inside. There, she decided. Out of sight, out of mind.

   Still half-asleep, she threw on her robe and stumbled out to the kitchen to fix herself some coffee. She considered making eggs, decided she wasn’t awake enough to risk fiddling with Charley’s ancient, temperamental stove, and settled for cold cereal instead. That early in the morning, there wasn’t much of anything on. She stared listlessly at reruns of the Twilight Zone, ate her Cheerios, and tried to decide what to do next about her college situation.

   Next thing she knew, she found herself jerking awake as the floor shook and rumbled; someone was opening the garage door. Realizing she’d dozed off, she glanced at the wall clock to see that it read quarter to seven. “Morning, sunshine,” Charley called from the kitchen as heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs.

   “And a good morning to you, too, Beautiful,” Vinnie announced cheerfully as he wrapped his tail around Charley's waist to pull her in for a hug.

   She rolled her eyes and gave his chest a light swat. “I wasn’t talking to you,” she teased, untangling herself and striding toward Alley, offering the sleepy blonde a fresh cup of coffee.

   Vinnie crossed his arms with a petulant pout, ears drooping. “I tell ya, I get no love,” he complained to his snickering bros.

   Charley paused on her way back to the kitchen just long enough to reach up and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Morning, handsome,” she murmured into his ear, causing his entire face to flush pink as the snickers turned into outright laughter.

   Alley ignored their antics and sipped her coffee, wondering if she should go back to bed. She didn’t think she could deal with the obnoxious flirting today. She risked a quick peek over the back of the couch. Throttle leaned against the wall, arms crossed and one leg propped, the very picture of casual aloofness. He was very carefully not looking at her. She sighed and turned around again.

   “Oh, yeah. I found this in the mail slot this morning.” Charley waved a white cardboard envelope with the Fed Ex logo stamped on it, tossing it onto the coffee table in front of her cousin.

   “Mom overnighted them? That had to be expensive.” Frowning, Alley slit open the envelope and pulled out a thin stack of papers, looking them over. “I dunno, Charley. You think old report cards and homework papers will really be enough to convince them I was set up?” she asked doubtfully.

   “All you can do is try,” her cousin replied. “Ask your friends to get you in to see the dean. He’s their father, right? If you explain to him, I’m sure he’ll be willing to help.”

   “Yeah, okay. I’ll stop by the college today and see if Chex can help me out. Or maybe Chris. He seems to have more influence with his parents.” Alley could only hope he’d be willing to help her. Given his reaction last night, she wasn’t too sure he’d be willing to even talk to her. The thought left a sour feeling in her stomach. “I’m gonna go change,” she mumbled, standing. As she passed Throttle, she gave him a hopeful glance and a small smile. His gaze slid her way, and she saw his eyes widen behind his field specs as he gave her a long once-over.

   "What?" She glanced down at herself, wondering what was wrong. Did she spill coffee on her pajamas or something?

   “Nothin’,” he muttered, pushing off the wall and wandering into the kitchen. Stung, she looked at Modo and Vinnie, who merely shrugged, looking as confused as she felt. She shook her head, turned and stomped to her room. Whatever. Her situation with Throttle would have to wait for a bit. She had more important things to deal with at the moment.

     ~*~*~*~*~

   Three hours later, Alley plopped down on a bench under an oak tree on the East Campus and tried not to give in to frustrated tears. She had taken a cab to the campus hoping to see Mr. Archer, but had been firmly rebuffed by the ever-vigilant Mary. Meetings all day, she’d said. Not to be disturbed.

   Alley had next tried texting Chex, only to discover that her class schedule was booked full until well into the afternoon. Finally, she’d tried texting Chris. As she’d feared, he refused to respond. Nor did he answer when she tried to call. She told herself it was probably because he was in class and had the phone turned off, but part of her knew it was more than that.

   “Wow. You look like the whole world just imploded.”

   Startled, Alley glanced up to find Chex bouncing toward her, dressed in skin-hugging black jeans and an electric blue, medieval-looking corset blouse with long bell sleeves. The outfit was finished off with a pair of studded biker boots and a lace choker studded with blue metallic roses.

   “You goin’ on a date?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

   The redhead plopped down beside her. “The step-monster insisted I dress ‘classy’ for school.” She grinned, holding out her arms. “This is me bein’ classy.” She riffled around her leather bag and pulled out a canned coffee. “Want one? I’ve got like six of ‘em in here.”

   “Isn’t that heavy?”

   “Sure. But it works great as a weapon to beat off my countless admirers.” She grinned and popped the tab, taking a long swig. “Ahhh, caffeine. The ambrosia of life for college students everywhere,” she sighed.

   Alley laughed, accepting a can of mocha espresso and taking a sip.

   “So, you get anywhere with Pops?”

   She sighed. “No. Mary refused to let me in. I tried calling Chris but … he won’t answer. I think he’s kinda disgusted with me.”

   “Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s a spaz but he’s cool. He’ll come around. Eventually.” Chex took another swig out of her can. “And if he doesn’t, I’ll just beat some sense into him, is all.” She finished off the coffee and tossed the can into a nearby garbage bin. “This whole thing is just weird. I mean, I don’t ever remember a student getting kicked out and being accused of cheating after the term already started. They usually catch it way ahead of time. Someone really dropped the ball on that one. Their ass better get fired.”

   “Except I didn’t cheat,” Alley grumbled. “I was totally set up. Charley thinks my files were hacked through the school system. And the guys think Limburger has something to do with it. I think I was just the victim of a prank or something.”

   “Hmmm…” Chex tipped her head back. “Speaking of the Purple People Eater, I haven’t seen him around campus lately. Not for a week or two, at least. Even his smelly goons stopped showing up. Little weird under the circumstances, dontcha think?”

   “That could just be coincidence.”

   “Or maybe the guys are on to something. Like, what if it was a setup? An inside job! What if Limburger promised to leave the school alone if someone, like, changed all your records or something?”

   “But why?” Alley huffed a frustrated sigh. “What purpose would doing that serve? The school sits on valuable property, and Limburger’s entire purpose for being here is to strip-mine choice property for his own planet’s needs. He’d stand to lose a lot more than he’d gain by promising to leave it alone, just to ruin the reputation of one student.”

   “It is a conundrum. Lucky for you, I love a good mystery. So I’ll help you solve this one! I can go undercover, snoop around in the office files and stuff for clues. There’re advantages to being the dean’s kid, you know.” Chex slung a conspiratorial arm around Alley’s shoulders. “And in exchange,” she added with a smirk, “you can tell me all about your hot date with Throttle.” She batted her heavily-lined eyes and affected a Valley Girl accent. “So, like, are you two, like, going steady?"

   “Not hardly. He has a girlfriend.”

   She winced, removing her arm. “Ooh. Ouch.”

   Alley snorted. “You can say that again.” She fiddled with the can in her hands. “It’s all awkward between us now. I don’t think he knows what to say to me.”

   “Well, no wonder. I mean, he cheated on his girl.”

   “He didn’t cheat!” Alley blushed when Chex raised an eyebrow at her outburst. “I mean … not really. I didn’t sleep with him, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I guess what we did do was bad enough.”

   “Too bad.” Chex smirked. “Goin’ by what I saw last night, I bet it would’ve been hot.” She tugged at the collar of the dark purple lace blouse Alley had thrown on over a black camisole, to hide the majority of the bruises.

   Alley stared at her. “You don’t think it’s … weird? Me making out with a giant mouse?”

   “Please.” Chex laughed. “You’ve never met my friends. You ain’t seen weird until you meet a guy with metal spikes drilled into his skull. He can switch 'em out and everything! Last I saw him, he had a rainbow on his head. It was awesome.”

   Alley giggled, finishing off her coffee and tossing the can. “That definitely sounds … colorful. By the way, aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

   “Yeah, I’ve got one starting any second now. I was on my way when I saw you sitting here being all mopey.”

   “Won’t you get in trouble for being late?”

   “Pfft. What’re they gonna do, kick the dean’s kid outta the classroom?”

   Alley’s lips twitched. “Noooo … but the professor might complain to your dad about it. Or worse. Your step-mom.”

   “Oh. That’s a good point.” Chex picked up her bag and hopped to her feet. “Sorry, girl. Love to stay and keep prying info outta you, but I’ve got creative writing to attend."

   “Have fun! Guess I’ll call a cab back to the garage in the meantime. Nothing else I can do here, for now.”

   “You’re not getting a pickup?”

   “Charley needs her truck, and frankly, the thought of getting on the back of one of those motorcycles again freaks me the hell out. Those guys are scary when they ride!”

   “Damn. I’m jealous.” Chex sniggered at Alley's expression. “Look, there’s a shuttle that transports students between the campuses. It shows up in front of the Atrium like every two hours. Just ride that to the city campus and catch a bus line from there to the garage. Way cheaper than a cab.”

   “Isn’t that for the students, though?”

   “Uh, hello. You are a student. At least you will be when this crap gets sorted out. You still have your ID, right? Just flash it at the driver and hop on. Not like he’d know the difference.”

   “Sure. I’ll do that. Thanks.”

   “Right. Well, gotta book. Later!” Chex turned and made a mad dash for the nearest building, leaving Alley alone on the bench.

   She sighed and got up, trudging toward the Atrium and trying her best to look like an aloof, bored student just waiting for a ride as she leaned against the wall, arms crossed. She jumped a bit when her phone suddenly buzzed, pulled it from her pocket to find a message from Chex.

           Oh, yeah. Almost forgot. I told the step-monster about your jewel stuff. Here’s her business email address. Mail her a pic of the necklace and any other pieces you have  and tell her you’re looking for appraisal with interest in selling. Trust me, she’ll be ALL over it. Later!

   Alley smiled and put the phone away. Well, one thing seemed to be going right, at least. Charley would be glad to hear the news.

     ~*~*~*~*~

   Chex was right about the shuttle. When the short white bus finally pulled up, Alley took a fortifying breath, flashed her most innocent smile and her student ID, and made beeline to the very back of the vehicle when the driver hardly gave her a glance. Three other students boarded with her; none of them paid her any attention, and she relaxed.

   She found herself dozing on the ride back into the city, jerked awake when the bus pulled to a stop and the other passengers noisily got up and filed off. She grabbed her bag and hastily followed, finding herself in front of a tall, gleaming skyscraper of a school. She released a breath and pulled her phone, using its GPS to locate the nearest bus route. There was one only two blocks over. Hiking her bag over her shoulder, she started to walk. She’d barely taken ten steps, however, before a horribly familiar voice brought her up short.

   “Well, well, young lady. We meet yet again.”

   Alley froze, a shiver trembling up her spine as a gaudy Rolls Royce pulled up to the curb beside her. The faint whiff of rotten fish drifted through the open window, making her nose itch and a hard sneeze threaten to erupt; she forced it back by sheer willpower, stepping further away from the curb as the limo’s suicide door swung open and Limburger’s gleaming eyes peered out at her from the shadowed exterior of the car. Those eyes reminded her of a shark, cold and lifeless. So did his wide smile, all teeth and false charm.

   “Lawrence Limburger. What an … unexpected surprise,” she said, relieved when her voice sounded steady and calm.

   “Yes. Quite,” he responded. “If you would be so kind, I do wonder if you might spare a few moments of your time?”

   The chills grew stronger and Alley swallowed, hard. “I’m in a bit of a hurry, I’m afraid. Got a bus to catch—”

   “Oh, this won’t take long. I merely wish to discuss some business with you. A few minutes, that is all I require. If you would kindly take a seat?” He gestured to the cushy bench seat across from him.

   “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that getting into cars with complete strangers is a terribly bad idea? I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. Send me a letter. I’m sure you know where to address it.” She started to back away, only to be brought up short as something hard poked firmly into her back. Startled, she glanced over her shoulder … and nearly had a heart attack as a huge, smelly goon dripping grease and dressed in filthy overalls leered down at her.

   “Da boss asked yas nicely ta gets in da car, girly,” he growled, prodding harder with the gun. “So gets in.”

   “My associate, Greasepit.” Limburger gave a dismissive wave. “Best do as he says. He’s not a particularly good shot, but at this range I doubt even he can miss.”

   Heart sinking, Alley reluctantly climbed into the limo and curled up on the seat across from the Plutarkian, calling herself all sorts of stupid. She should’ve bolted the moment she’d heard his voice, but how was she supposed to know he’d be ballsy enough to grab her in broad daylight, in the middle of downtown Chicago?

   The door slammed shut, and the car pulled from the curb, merging into traffic as horns blared and tires screeched to avoid collision. The interior of the limo was frigid, the air conditioning turned up full-blast. And even that couldn’t quash the thick, maelstrom stench of too many air fresheners, old cigars, and the rancid, toe-curling odor of rotting seafood. Alley breathed shallowly and tried her best not to be sick all over Limburger’s nice, purple-upholstered seat. “So, you wanted to talk. So talk,” she snapped, affecting a bravado she was far from feeling at the moment.

   "Oh, don’t be tiresome,” Limburger sniffed. “No need to look at me like that. After all, we’re not, in fact, complete strangers. You know me, I’m sure. And I do know all about you, Miss Allyson Kelly Davidson.” His smile reappeared. “Or, should I say … Parker?”

   Alley blinked in surprise.

   “I hear you’ve been having some … difficulty in regards to your educational endeavors these days,” he continued, his voice practically dripping well-feigned sympathy.

   Her eyes narrowed. “You heard that, huh? Boy, bad news sure travels fast.”

   “Indeed. And I believe I may be of some assistance in regards to this particular issue. I am, after all, quite influential in this city. A well-respected citizen. An entrepreneur. An—"

    “—illegal alien?” Alley cut in sweetly. At his raised eyebrow, she pasted on her most innocent expression. “I’ve heard rumors.”

   His thick lips curled. “In point of fact, a few phone calls and some words from me will go quite a long way to restoring your academic reputation to its former glory. I daresay your scholarship funding will be reinstated, your classes rescheduled, and it will be as if this little … mishap never occurred in the first place.”

   Alley pursed her lips. “Uh-huh. And you’re going to do this for me from the overwhelming generosity of your heart, I suppose?”

   He snorted. “Don’t be absurd, Miss Parker—”

   “It’s Miss Davidson to you.”

   “Now, now. Let us keep our tempers, shall we?” His smile was cold. “As I was saying, I am a businessman, and this is a business proposition. I can give you what you want. And if my many sources are to be believed, you can give me something I want, in exchange.”

   “And that would be…?”

   “Information.”

   She waited for the addendum. When none was forthcoming, she frowned. “Information,” she repeated. “That’s it?”

   “Quite.” Limburger removed a small tin from his pocket, selected a sample of its contents, and slurped down what looked like a limp noodle. Then, noting his guest’s stare, he offered the tin to her. “Would you care for a taste? They are the very finest quality.”

   Alley leaned in for a closer look, curious despite herself … and instantly recoiled when the contents squirmed.

   Limburger chuckled, clearly pleased by her reaction. “They are called Plutarkian Slug Worms,” he explained. “Although the name is a bit misleading as they're completely earthen in origin. My own creation, actually. Genetically spliced from your common earthworms and garden-variety slugs, with just a pinch of snail thrown in. The taste is exquisite.” He sighed blissfully, and Alley shuddered. “They are considered quite the rare delicacy on Plutark, which means, of course, that I can charge a large fortune for a small sample, and Plutarkians will pay through the gills to obtain it.” He slurped down another worm with relish. “Are you certain you would not care for a taste?”

   “No thanks. I just ate,” Alley muttered, shrinking back into her seat, not even trying to hide her disgust.

   “Your loss.” He snapped the tin closed. "As I was saying," he continued, "my sources have informed me that you and I share a common acquaintance with a certain trio of, shall we say ... individuals."

   Alley decided there was no point in pretending; he’d obviously done his homework and knew exactly who she was. “I’m assuming you’re talking about the Biker Mice,” she replied, crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands primly atop her knee.

   “Indeed. Those destructive, flea-ridden miscreants and their overbearing machismo! Pestilent parasites, the lot of them!” he snarled, slamming his fist against the seat, before remembering himself and clearing his throat. “But, ironically enough, it is not them I have vested interest in.” He straightened his tie. “There has been a fourth mouse seen coming and going these past few weeks. A rather infamous leader of their little rebel band. He’s been on earth before, but never for such prolonged periods. So, I must say I am quite curious to know what he’s been about these days. Perhaps you can satisfy my curiosity?”

   Alley pursed her lips, considered … then shrugged. “If you’re talking about Stoker, he isn’t their general anymore. He retired. His niece has taken over. Or so I’ve been told.”

   “Yes, yes, I know all that already,” he snapped, waving her off irritably. “What I want to know is why he came to earth and what he’s been up to down here!”

   She shrugged again. “I can’t tell you that. I have no idea what he gets up to. Nobody does. He’s very hush hush about the whole thing.”

   “Ah, but he is up to something, isn’t he?” Limburger smiled evilly. “Slippery as an eel, that one. Coming and going at all hours. Oh, I’ve had him followed but he’s too wily and too cautious for that. Gives me the slip every time. Infuriating, really. But! I know he is working on something big, which might possibly tip the balance of power out of Plutark’s favor and turn the war around, and that simply will not do.”

   Alley shifted uncomfortably. “Well, like I said, I don’t know anything, so I’m afraid I can’t help you. Can I get out now?”

   “But we are not finished conversing yet,” Limburger purred. “You may not know anything now, but my sources inform me that Stoker seems to have taken quite a … fancy to you.” His lips pulled into a sneer. “Use your feminine wiles! Charm the information out of him. If he’s anything like those other rodents, he’ll be putty in your pretty little hands.”

   “You want me to seduce him?” Alley felt her face slowly turning red.

   “Oh, nothing so tawdry as that,” he sniffed. “Simply cozy up to him, simper and flatter and pull the information from his besotted brain before he even realizes he’s let it slip. Then, pass it on to me.” He reached into his jacket, withdrew a foil-embossed business card and offered it to her. “When you find the answers I seek, come see me here. You give me whatever information you’ve obtained, I make those phone calls, and voila, your credibility and your scholarship is fully restored.”

   Alley accepted the card, frowning. “And what do you plan to do with the information?” she asked.

   “That, my dear girl, is hardly your concern. Your job shall be quite finished by then.”

   She pursed her lips. “I still don’t see why I should help you. You’ve made my cousin’s life a living hell, trying to take her garage. Helping you would be the same as betraying her.”

   “And why should that matter?” he sniffed. “After all, it isn’t as though you’re really cousins, now is it, Miss Parker?”

   Alley flushed, opening her mouth to retort, but a command from Limburger had the car lurching toward the curb, throwing her off-balance as the brakes slammed on and brought it to a screeching halt. The driver door banged, and a few moments later, the passenger door swung open. She cringed away at the sight of the three-eyed … thing in a driver’s cap grinning up at her. It held the door open with one arm and gestured at her to exit with the tentacle that made up its other. “Watch your step,” the creature intoned cheerfully as she hastily scrambled from the limo.

   “Do consider my proposition carefully,” Limburger called after her. “You have much to gain by your cooperation, you know. The restoration of your scholarly endeavors could be only the beginning! Why, a man of my wealth and influence could—”

   “Okay, I get the point!” she snapped, stuffing the card into her pocket. “Just … gimme a bit. I’ve gotta think it over. Stoker’s not an idiot, you know.”

   “Of course,” he purred, lips curling into a triumphant smirk. “And I need not tell you to keep our little rendezvous between just the two of us. After all, as they say, discretion is the better part of valor.”

   “Great. An alien fish who quotes Shakespeare,” she muttered as the car moved on with a screech of rubber. She glanced around, realizing with uneasy shock that she'd been dropped off in a rather unsavory section of town. The buildings were far more rundown, the roads pitted and cracked, and the population seemed to be nonexistent. Cursing under her breath, she pulled up her GPS again to locate Charley’s garage, finding with surprise that she stood only six blocks away from it.

   Unfortunately, those six blocks happened to be in the wrong direction from the nearest bus station; she’d have to walk past her destination in order to catch a bus. Looked like she was gonna have to hoof it. At least, she thought dryly, the hike would give her time to air out the stench she was sure had seeped into her clothes and hair by then. As it was, she probably wouldn't be smelling anything but dead fish for the next few days. Ugh. Talk about an appetite killer.

   Sighing heavily, she began trudging toward the Last Chance Garage, wondering just how much weirder her life could possibly get.

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[hypexion]

A Pile of Fanwalkers (Part 2)

Part two of me posting a bunch of “OCs“, since actually working out a better way to organise and present is this information is clearly too much effort. Despite the fact I’m putting what could be charitably described as an amount of work into these posts.

The basic format for each planeswalker will be a Name/Colour Identity/Pre-Ignition Typeline/Homeplane blob of information, a quickish description of them and some “fun“ facts, and then some hits and misses for extra flavour. Also, I’m going to split this into three posts - “Heroic“, “Okay“ and “Villians“, for I believe I have the moral authority to judge my creations.

Also some of these are going to be from fanplanes, which will go undescribed beyond whatever tidbits come out the character flavour. Others will just have a ?, representing a lack of knowledge and/or sufficent worldbuilding. With that out of the way, let’s go!

Okay

Not everyone is actively Heroic, and that’s okay. Generally, this lot might not want to help you out, but they’re unlikely to ruin your day just for the sake of it. Of course, some might offer to help if their skills are a match for the situation, or if they stand to benefit. And some of them might be a little rude, but they generally won’t murder you.

Ferroxi - BGU, Faerie Artificer, ? - While other fae are luring you around in circles, trapping you in an eternal sleep, or stealing your name, Ferroxi is probably rummaging through your recycling looking for useful stuff. Born on a plane piled with interplanar scrap, she learned at a young age the value in taking things apart and occationally putting them back together again. Ferroxi sees the wastefulness of other planes as her gain, and is always on the look out for anything that can be fixed up, melted down or repurposed. This doesn’t stop at the physical, either. With a bit of work, she’s managed to keep a few Infinite Consortium cells spinning, as a way to provided access to resources she’d otherwise have trouble obtaining. Ultimately, Ferroxi brings her finds back to her clan, where she is considered a peerless salvager, able to seemingly conjure resources from nothing.

Ferroxi has hair she self-describes as “rust coloured“ and brown skin. Being a Faerie, she’s just over a foot tall. But don’t underestimate her. Just because her weapon of choice looks like a sewing needle, it doesn’t mean it can’t hurt you. Of course, she also has access to all the various fae tricks, so getting into a fight with her is generally going to end her favour. Just let Ferroxi have your old lightbulbs, okay? When she planeswalkers, she disappears into a puff of rust dust. Don’t breath that! (Generally you shouldn’t breath planeswalking auras, but the metal oxides to be especially avoided.)

Hits: Recycling, Izzet technology, Moxen, white and gold bordered cards. Misses: Izzet security, large animals, things that can’t be repaired or reused.

Mazamat - UB, Human Wizard, Akkyria - For Mazamat, death is merely a setback. After each defeat she rises again, a new body forged from mana in her ziggurat. As a mortal scholar, her fame was not enough to enjoy the immortality Akkyria offered it’s most renowned. So through careful research, she discovered an alternative, a way to tie her life force to the leylines that shaped her world. She divised a ritual, and performed it to perfection. And in seeking eternal life, she found something far greater. For Mazamat was born long before The Mending. Her ignition gave her powers beyond bound. Even with a fractional of her strength sequestered as an anchor for her soul, Mazamat was a force to be reckoned with. She mastered lifetimes of magics, slew gods, and accidentally created a few highly dangerous artifacts. Unfortunately, even without meeting Urza, Mazamat was affect by his ruinous influence. The Mending weakened her. Enough that it was now the majority of her strength that anchored her to Akkyria. This made planewalking fatal. But for Mazamat, death is merely a setback. No Lich forgets their Phylactery, and Mazamat did not forget the mechanics of her undeath. While the first sucessful test walk only worked because of the Interplanar Beacon, it provided Mazamat all she needed to write a new ritual, and continue her endless study.

Often, Mazamat isn’t hard to miss. It’s difficult to ignore the walking corpse with glowing purple eyes, even you’d prefer to. She could put more effort into looking presentable, given her wide magical knowledge, but generally considers it optional. When she does wish to tidy up her appearance, she tends to appear as she did in the middle of her mortal life. In this case, she has brown skin and grey-black hair, which she ties back into a bun to get it out of the way. She also dampens the eye-glow effect, although they still take on a purple hue. Mazamat tends to dress in the classical “Robed Wizard“ look, ardorned with various magical symbols. Mazamat’s planeswalking effet is a pulse of pale blue light, occationally leaving behind short-lived inscriptions on nearby surfaces.

Hits: Mastering skills, advising adventurers (who bring the appropriate tribute), a kind of savory cake served with honey and dried fruits. Misses: Dying (it’s still not fun, even if you come back), Nicol Bolas, Urza, whoever started the rumor that flying snakes could be found near her ziggurat, because now she can’t get rid of the things, being stuck on a plane.

Pyrolas - R, Dragon, Ithmorne - Many planeswalkers are subtle. Many are careful. Pyrolas is neither, because Pyrolas is a red dragon. When presented with a problem, they consider fire and fury to be an acceptable solution. As dragons go, Pyrolas is considered implusive and quick to act. This is good for the non-dragons living with their domain, as it means Pyrolas tends to deal with problems such as bandits within a week. Meaning you might actually have a home to go back to. Pyrolas is also less than interested in the ever-shifting politics of the Draconic Confedracy, prefering to get their excitement from visting other planes, or comissioning sweet new artworks. Like many dragons on their homeplane, Pyrolas graciously allows non-dragons to use the singular they when referring to them. This is nice, because in Ithmorne Draconic, pronouns are also honorifics, and using the wrong one can range from “slightly rude“ to “mortal insult“ (it’s also nice because some of them are very hard to pronounce if you aren’t a dragon).

Dragons on Ithmorne tend towards being more slender, and Pyrolas is no exception. However, unlike a certain dragon whose name has been misplaced, they all still look dragony. Pyrolas has red scales, except on the underside of their wings, where they are a more goldish colour. Since they’re a dragon, they don’t carry weapons. Rather, Pyrolas is the weapon, capable of spewing flame, clawing rocks to pieces and able to crush puny humanoids in their grasp. Thankfully, Pyrolas is a kind of “take it easy“ dragon, so you need to try pretty hard to provoke them. When they planeswalk, flames pour from their mouth and engulf them, followed by Pyrolas disappearing. This takes a little while, so they tend to do it while flying out of the way of danger.

Hits: Flying around, treasure, the fine arts, hosting tournements. Misses: Really cold places, dragon slayers, missing out on the chance to claw Bolas in his stupid dumb face, that time they went to Ixalan.

Tanzor - GUR, Shapeshifter, ? - Do you ever wonder how the multiverse fits together? Tanzor does, and they've embarked on the most ambitious planar cartography projection in the multiverse to work it out. Of course, along the way, they’ve picked up a number of other projects. These include subjects such as planar topology, monitoring aether currents, and tracking planes that have been inflicted by Phyrexians (thanks, Karn). Most recently, Tanzor has been investigating the aftershocks from the deaths of Kozilek and Ulamog, and the appearance of temporal anomalies around Tarkir. And with the possibility of more Planar Bridges being constructed, they could soon have a whole new set of issues on their hands. Or claws. Or tentacles. When you’re a changeling, it’s sometimes hard to keep track. When in doubt, check what the person you’re reflexively copying has. (When in a group of three or more people, Tanzor generally exerts concious control over their shapeshifting, as not to freak people out).

Describing Tanzor’s physical appearance is difficult, since as a changeling, it tends to shift around a lot. When changing form, it appears that their underlying changeling colour is dark blue, however. For simplicity, let’s just say they’re friend-shaped. When Tanzor planeswalkers, their form dissippates, and they appear to collapse into a single point.

Hits: Being able to be anything, wings/fins/toxins on demand, high vantage points, advanced eyeball techniques. Misses: Being asked why they can’t shapeshift into a form that isn’t injured, Phyrexians, whoever was the latest one to screw up the multiverse (currently: Bolas, previously: Gatewatch, Ugin/Sarkhan, and others).

Xand - BR, Human Rogue, Ravnica - Xand likes to introduce himself as a cultist of wealth and taste. Which is not entirely inaccurate. He’s a member of the Cult of Rakdos, he’s got money to burn, and he’s very concerned about food. But don’t mistake Xand for some regular glutton, looking to gorge on endless plates of substandard junk. Xand has standards. Out of a dozen recipes, even after days of refinement, only a few will make it to the menu of his bar - which is an unusually “classy“ environment for a Rakdos run business. Sure, you won’t find any Azorius, Selesnya or Ozhov patrons there, and higher ranked guild members tend to avoid the it, but it’s a decent place to grab a meal or a drink. And for the fancier members of Ravnican society, there’s always Café Xand, which features table cloths, a wine list and a krasis of the day. And with the countless flavours of the multiverse available to him, Xand is always looking to expand the menu.

Xand has pale brown skin and shoulder-length black hair. Like any self-respecting Rakdos cultist, he dresses in loud, colourful robes, often patched together from previous robes that didn’t survive whatever manic Rakdos event Xand was last at. He also has a surprisingly well kept set of chef’s clothing, as likes to ensure only the right ingredients get used when he’s cooking. For personal defense (and offense), Xand carries knives. Lots of knives. Too many knives, perhaps, even when you factor in his excuse that “you never know when you might need to cut a cake, or dice some vegetables”.  He’s also pretty good at using Rakdos “hype magic” to disorient his foes, since it turns out that feeling a bunch of conflicting emotions at once is really distracting. When he planewalks, Xand disappears in a burst of dark flame, which leaves a pleasant, yet unidentifiable scent.

Hits: Good food, fine wine, various parties, visiting Valor’s Reach. Misses: Canibbalism, bar fights in his bar, Orzhov insurance rates, not being able to get the right spices, people calling him Alexander.

Look at all these nice...ish people. None of them would be into Gatewatching, but they’re also not making things worse. Tanzor might be willing to help out if they’re in the right place, and if you can appeal to her self-interest, Mazamat might teach you something useful. But with the others, their self-interest is probably going to overcome their altruism most of the time. Of course, the multiverse also has some rather more... antagonistic planewalkers, but that’s for next time.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Sins of Mortals part two

part one

Slytherin! Reader x Sirius Black (eventually) 

reader x OC (kinda not really)

words: 2,00 (about)

warnings: Slow burn!!! I am a fucking tease whoops, swearing, I think that’s it?

Summary: paranoia isn’t exactly a desirable feeling, but you can’t help but be on your toes when Sirius Black is following you begging for your attention. It is only natural to be cautious, after all, who knows what he might see if he peeks over your shoulder. 

It was Thursday, only one day left for you to prepare. Which made it all the more annoying that Sirius was following you like a lost puppy. You couldn't get a moment alone it seemed. If Sirius wasn't up your ass trying to figure out your plans for Friday, then Sam or Jane would by your side, or up your ass more accurately, trying to learn what Sirius saw in you. You honestly didn't get it either. You had promised to go out on an actual date with Moles.

 But Sirius refused, you knew he wasn’t supposed to have told you about the crush thing but you also knew that wasn’t the real reason he was doing this. the whole thing had taken on a new life for Sirius. This was his pride on the line now, the whole of Hogwarts knew Sirius was trying to get you to go to the party and you were saying no. He had to succeed.

it was funny, you could see him go through the five stages of grief he had moved past denial and anger to bargaining. He tried to literally bribe you with a pile of gold large enough to make your jaw drop. Then he offered to cut his hair, his precious hair, that hadn't done it either. You knew he was desperate when he told you that he would wear a Slytherin scarf to the game. As much as you would have loved any of those things, you had to say no. 

When Sirius didn't accost you the moment you walked into the great hall Thursday morning, you felt odd. You would almost say you missed him only, you hated Sirius. It was like someone pulling a thorn out of your side. Freeing, that was the word for it, you felt free.  You didn't see Sirius all day and as much as you wanted to spend time thinking about what Sirius was up to, you didn't care.

 There were more important things to do. Your fingertips were blue and your hands were shaking by the time you were done studying. You hated that damn book. You swore the thing got colder the longer you held it. You supposed that was a small price to pay for learning something like this. You rubbed your hands together as you exited the girl's bathroom, it wasn't classy but it was one of the only places you could be assured privacy. Suddenly two warm hands where holding yours.

“you're freezing baby,” Sirius purred, he brought your hands to his face and blew hot air on your icy fingers. The sunlight from outside streamed through the windows making Sirius's gorgeous green eyes flash. Goosebumps rose on your arms, in the best way possible.

“It's been a while hasn't it Sirius,” you said matching his quiet volume.

“did you miss me?” he asked pulling you closer. He was so close, you could smell the spicy cinnamon of his cologne. It was slightly addicting.

“maybe,” you admitted. Although, the voice almost didn't sound like yours.

“then you should come to the party tomorrow, and I promise I'll make up for lost time.” his voice rumbled deep in his chest.

“I'd love to Sirius, but I can't,” you said pulling your hands out of his. “also did you really think you could flirt with me until I gave in?” you asked glaring at him.

“uh maybe?” he flashed you a bright smile and you rolled your eyes.  

“Sirius I'll compromise with you, I'll go to the game-”  his eyes lit up and he started to talk. “-for five minutes.” you finished 

“(y/n) that isn't enough time to even start the game!”

“Look I'll either go for five minutes, maybe even talk to Moles, if I see him. Or I'll just not go, I don't owe you anything,” you snapped. Sirius thought about it for a second.

“Fine, deal. You come AND talk to Moles at the game and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the bloody year. If that's what you want,” he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and stuck out your hand.

“Deal, shake on it,” you said, scowling and sticking your hand out. You couldn't believe  how much you were giving up, five whole minutes, someone would notice you where gone

“I think this is the type of deal that needs to be sealed with a kiss wouldn't you say?” he asked cheekily before you could curse him out he grabbed your hand, shook it once then took off racing down the halls.

“A man's word is his bound (y/n) I'll see you tomorrow!” he called behind his shoulder, not slowing down. You sighed and walked to your next class fuming.

You woke up early the next morning, your whole body shaking. You were freezing and terrified though you couldn’t tell why. when you through back the covers to your dorm bed you saw the book, frozen to the center of the bed. A thick black, leather cover. Silver ink spelled out evil texts in old Latin. Even you weren't entirely sure what the cover said, but your mother had warned you never to let anyone else see the book. You picked the book up by its spine and slid it into your back into your bag. 

You wrapped the blanket around your solders. You wanted to go to sleep even if it was just for a few more minutes, but sleep evaded you. You had been preparing for today for months, but now that today was finally here. You weren't ready. You felt like you were going to throw up but then you thought about writing your mother telling her you couldn't do it, and you thought about what she would react.

Another shiver ran down your spine. You sat on the bed while the other girls woke up and got ready for the day. None of them paid attention to you as they fixed their hair and dawned their robes. Slowly you followed suit pulling on the Slytherin uniform and brushed your hair so it looked halfway decent.

“(y/n) are you okay?” Sam asked she touched your shoulder making you flinch.

“I'm fine Sam I'm just, on edge a little bit,” you explained. You could have sworn you had put that damn book away before you fell asleep. Maybe you were losing your mind. Or maybe the book had crawled its way into bed with you. You didn't know which option scared you more.

“worried about the match,” you said seeing that she didn't buy it you continued. “I bet Colin Norwalk six gillions that Slytherin will win and catch the snitch, you know Tom is a demon on that broom. Colin seems to think that Gryffindor has any chance he bet they would scrape by a vicorty, ” you said. Colin was taking so many bets today you doubted that he would remember if you had a wager with him or not, that is, If Sam bothered to ask. Sam smiled at you.

“Colin better get ready to say goodbye to his money, Slytherin is going to pulverize those lion bastards. Severus says he made a special pregame potion for the whole team, no way we'll lose!” she cheered happily, the cry was quickly picked up by the others at your table 

“you don't mean Liquid Luck do you?” you asked trying to sound concerned, the truth was you could use a little luck yourself. Sam shook her head.

“that shit's illegal Sev knows that but he said it was something, similar.” you nodded an frowned. You would have to do this on your own then. You supposed that was the point of this whole thing. Your mother's way of testing you. You thought of the hidden room you had found early in your first year, and the bottles you had stored down there. You hated that room, but after tonight you would never have to see it again. If everything went right that was. And things so rarely did.

You hadn't realized you had exited the dorm room but here you were outside next to Sam and Jane walking to the quidditch field the cold October air blew harshly rustling your clothing and reminding you that you had forgotten your scarf and your coat.  You shuddered, but the breeze was nothing compared to the freezing bed you had woken up to this morning. You hated that book but again, tonight would be the end of it, the book could be returned to your mother's private bookshelf, where it would stay, slowly freezing the wood beneath it until it was time for your next test. You had started to enter the stands when you heard your name being called, then a hand fell on your shoulder.

You whirled ready to attach, but it was just Arthur Moles. You relaxed a little

“Hey (y/n)!” he said you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Hello Arthur, are you excited for the game?”  you asked politely.

“yeah it'll be fun, Sirius said you weren't going to the party,” he said making you wince.

“No. afraid not, Just don't have the time,”

“Shame I was hoping you would be there so we could talk,”

“I can't imagine that a Gryffindor party is a good place for conversion,” you teased making Moles blush.

“I like you,” he blurted “And I want to get to know you better would you like to go on a date with me?” he shouted. But you weren't looking at him. Instead, you were focused on Sirius Black who had caught sight of you and was running over. “I'm free Wednesday if you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?”  you had never seen someone's face go so red.

“yeah sure sounds great,” you said not fully aware of what you agreed to. Sirius was close enough for you to make out the red and gold stripes he had painted on his face. The wind blew again chilling you to the bone. Moles notice you shiver  

“Oh gosh, you must be freezing!” Moles said taking a step closer making you take a step back.

“I thought I would be fine like this but I think I'm going to run back to the castle and grab a jumper,” you said turning away from Moles. and Sirius.

“do you want to borrow mine?” he offered

“no thank you,”

“oh, want me to come with you then?”

“No, go ahead and get a seat I'll see you around,” you called already running away from him. You had no idea how much time you had. Quidditch was like that, you hurried back into the Slytherin dungeon than to the girl's dorm room. Not your own dorm, but the room directly to the left. You fidgeted nervously in front of the door. Then, before you could lose your nerve, you walked into the room confidently. Luckily no one was there. But you didn't relax ever since Sirius had come in with that invisibility cloak you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

You knew your mother had a charm for detecting if someone was following you. even so, you didn’t bother asking for it. She would probably tell you that it was a good thing to be cautious. and it was a draining charm to perform you could only do it once or twice before you passed out. So there you were, letting nothing but fate protect you. 

 You looked around the room and found the mirror you where looking for. it was ornate and large streaching from the ground almost to the ceiling.  with an intricate gold frame if you bothered to look at the frame you would see hundreds of tiny snakes interweaving and hissing at one another.

You had been a scared little first year trapped in the wrong dorm room when you had first found the mirror. Any second the rightfully owners of this room would walk in and, who knows what. The Slytherin upperclassmen scared you terribly that year. You had backed yourself up against the wall only to find the mirror wasn't just a mirror, you approached the confidently now and walked right through the glass onto a landing, overlooking a tightly wound set of spiral stairs going down deeper under the moat. You looked back at the room, which was visible as if you were inside the mirror looking out.

The room remained unchanged. “Lumos,” you whispered lighting your wand there was no turning back now. You pulled the book from your bag and began your descent into the very depths of Hogwarts.

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[originaljediinjeans]

It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar–a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn’t realize what he had seen–then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn’t a map in sight. …Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back.

~Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

The cat, we discover a few pages later, is not a cat at all, but a human witch who can transform into a cat. Her name is Minerva McGonagall, and she is the first wizarding character we meet in the series, though unknowingly through the disbelieving Muggle eyes of Vernon Dursley. 

Professor McGonagall is a Harry Potter character I have always admired. Since I got into cosplay I’ve been wanting to sew myself some emerald-green robes so I could BE her. This summer, I finally reached that goal, and wore the robes to a Harry Potter party hosted by my cousins down in Mesa (and in the middle of July, at that). 

Last night I wore McGonagall for my family’s ward Trunk or Treat, and I’m planning on donning the hat again on Halloween night, at least for part of the evening, since it’s a warm costume and the nights here in northern Arizona are sure nippy.  And I might wear it again to LDS Institute in the coming weeks—I wear cosplay to Institute sometimes, since I live in a small town and there aren’t a lot of events I can get to. 

One of the brilliant things about the Harry Potter series is that J.K. Rowling shattered the stereotype of wizards as wise old mystics and witches as evil crones. In her wizarding world, the identity of a witch or wizard can be applied to people in a variety of backgrounds, personalities, and career choices. 

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Minerva McGonagall is a witch, and she is also a classy woman, a strict teacher and an immovable leader. She is Albus Dumbledore’s right hand, as well as his close personal friend. She is Scottish, according to her bio born in Caithness. Jim Dale gives McGonagall a pronounced Scottish accent in his audiobooks. Maggie Smith herself was born in England, but her mother was a Scot. What does that have to do with anything? Just the fact that Scotland is awesome, and so are the people from there.

People more versed in cinema are more familiar with Dame Maggie Smith’s other roles in her long and illustrious career.  Not to mention, she was a total bombshell when she was younger. 

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To be fair, I haven’t seen Downton Abbey. However, I DID see Sister Act when I was in high school, how could I forget? But to me and a lot of people my age and younger, Smith will always be McGonagall. 

Maggie Smith is a bit hardcore herself. During production of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, she was undergoing treatment for breast cancer, and during the filming of Deathly Hallows Part 2 she contracted shingles—but she persevered through both. Wow.

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McGonagall is the head of Gryffindor house, but she favors the color green, which is my personal favorite color. And as mentioned above, she is an animagus who can transform into a cat, and I am a huge cat person. In the books, she also has a bad habit of running into Harry, Ron and Hermione while carrying a stack of books and then dropping them when they say something shocking. 

As head of house, McGonagall cares immensely about her students. She’s the kind of person and teacher who does not tolerate shenanigans from pupils, but instead wants them to take their studies and behavior seriously. McGonagall is actually a perfect example of how a person with no children of their own can still be a parent by being a mentor to youth.

One of the most interesting things about McGonagall is that she isn’t afraid to let her feelings show. She cried when Harry’s parents were killed. She cried for Hermione getting petrified. She openly wept for JOY on a Gryffindor flag when they won the Quidditch cup. 

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Harry Potter has two mom figures in his life. Molly Weasley is the mom that spoils him. Professor McGonagall is the tough love mom. She doesn’t let Harry get away with his stupidity. She is protective of him, too: for instance in year three she knew better than to just let Harry keep a Firebolt that was gifted to him anonymously. 

The one time she did spoil him, though, was when she bought him that Nimbus 2000 in year one, because McGonagall looooooves Quidditch. 

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McGonagall did have a lot of respect for Harry because of his Quidditch prowess, and for his willingness to stand up for what was right. In spite of her being tough on him, Harry had a lot of respect for Professor McGonagall. Like, enough respect that when Alecto Carrow spat on her the Death Eater got the Cruciatus Curse from Harry. 

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In Harry’s fifth year, McGonagall had no qualms about expressing her distaste for Dolores Umbridge.

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After Albus Dumbledore’s death, McGonagall provided fearless leadership, and she was a commander as well as a soldier in the Battle of Hogwarts. Afterward, she took her rightful place as headmistress, and she holds that post to this day. She’s a survivor. 

I may be a Slytherin, but I would follow Minerva McGonagall to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining.  Here’s to me cosplaying the fearless, hardcore Minerva McGonagall for dress-up occasions and conventions to come!

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Minerva McGonagall: An Appreciation It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar--a cat reading a map.

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Ring of Honor “Best in the World” TV Taping Report June 29th in Philadelphia, PA

ROH followed up their annual Best in the World PPV in Baltimore with a TV taping at the 2300 Arena. For fans in my neck of the woods, it was either this or All Elite Wrestling’s second show, Fyter Fest, available for free on B/R Live. There was also UFC airing on regular ESPN, so plenty of choices tonight. A number of people chose not to attend tonight’s taping; it definitely did not look like the sell-out ROH was reporting, certainly down from the last two times ROH ran here last October and December. Myself? I can catch these other shows later in the weekend. I went in to this after just reading about what went down in Baltimore, unfortunately not all that compelled to order it, but still looking forward to fun stuff tonight. 

Future of Honor: Azrieal beat Matita (?) with a splash off the top rope. That’s right, Azrieal, the former Special K member who cleaned up his act, has made his way back into ROH after being absent for several years. He and his opponent (billed from Africa) both looked pretty good. I probably butchered his opponent’s name, but towards the end he was up on the top rope when Azrieal shoved the ref into the ropes, pretending it was an accident as his opponent was crotched on the top. Azrieal then hit him with a draping DDT to lead to the finish.

Future of Honor: The Tate Twins (formerly The Boys) beat Geddy Cahoon and “Classy” Max Stenway after a double chokeslam on the larger Cahoon. The Boys have matured a little, with a Batman-esque video screen that still calls them The Boys as they come out in capes. I’ve seen Cahoon once before in Chikara’s Young Lions Cup tournament last year I think. He has an old-school look, black trunks with white boots, while his partner wore gray pants and a top that looked like a buttoned vest. I thought this was okay, one noticeable hiccup being one of the twins and Cahoon doing some sloppy pin exchanges. 

The injured Colt Cabana was able to make it out tonight, with the help of a cane, to call the action with Ian Riccaboni. Kenny King joined them on commentary for the first televised match.

1. Shane Taylor beat Rhett Titus in a Proving Ground Match after hitting him with a headbutt. Titus did some flexing early to get out of Taylor’s grip for comedic effect, and he was able to hit a nice dropkick early. Taylor was all business and gave him a legdrop on the edge of the ring. Nearfall by Titus following at least three running boots in the corner and a Samoan Drop.

- Following Titus’ loss, King came down ringside and said he was disgusted. He brought up his history with Titus as the All Night Express, when they picked up wins over the Briscoes, the Young Bucks, Roderick Strong, and Tyler Black. Now King thinks Titus is a joke, and he brought up his pregnant wife in the crowd. He asked Titus how she could be proud of him, and why Titus’ son (Jimmy Controversy? I’ve seen him wrestle late last year) can’t look him in the eye. Titus got hot, but he just left the ring as King called him a punkass bitch.

2. Tasha Steelz won a 4-Way #1 Contender’s Match over Angelina Love (w/ Velvet Sky and Mandy Leon), Jenny Rose, and Stella Grey when she pinned Grey after hitting an ace crusher. Kelly Klein joined commentary for this, and this was the first time I’ve noticed Brian Hebner reffing for ROH. Sky said this match was bull and that Love is already the true #1 Contender to Klein’s WOH World Title. Leon, meanwhile, had a dog with her, and the dog was wearing a leather jacket. There were no incidents between the Allure and fans in the crowd, but there wasn’t much enthusiasm from fans during this match either, even though Rose and Grey got hometown wrestler pops, and everyone liked the dog, though it didn’t get involved. Leon got involved trying to trip one of the women, and Hebner ejected her, Sky, and the dog from ringside because of it. Love hit a dive to the floor from the top rope, then got up in another corner to call out to Klein afterward. Klein came down to ringside briefly, and this distraction led to the other three wrestlers taking down Love.

- After the match, the lights went out while Love and Steelz were still in the ring, the Maneater video played, and when the lights came back on, newcomer Maria Manic was standing behind Love and Steelz. Manic got a good reception. Love bailed out of the ring while the next title challenger Steelz stepped up to her. Four crew members separated the two of them. Manic took out all four guys herself, including putting one of them in a torture rack before dumping him out of the ring, and taking out another with a tree slam. This made Manic even more popular, so a job well done on her arrival into ROH and Women of Honor.

3. Jay Lethal & The Bouncers (Beer City Bruiser & Brian Milonas) beat The Kingdom (Matt Taven, TK O’Ryan, and Vinny Marseglia) after the Bouncers hit O’Ryan with Closing Time. Good action with three popular babyfaces. Before the match, Lethal demanded timekeeper Amy Rose (not Sonic the Hedgehog’s friend) to leave the ringside area because of her interference in Lethal’s match against Kenny King at Best in the World (she returned maybe two matches later). The Kingdom preferred to be in the ring with Lethal as opposed to the Bouncers, and Lethal was worked over before making hot tags to each of them. Lethal hit his suicide dives towards the end. The Bouncers’ stock continues to rise (they recently earned a Tag Team Title shot in the Northwest), but before they could celebrate with post-match beers, Taven yanked Lethal down from the apron and gave him a Climax on the floor. The Bouncers and other crew attended to Lethal as he was helped to the back.

4. Eli Drake beat Grizzly Redwood with an air raid crash. Pretty short squash by new NWA signee Drake on another returning face in Redwood, though he’s local, so I’m not sure how much of a return it really is. Nick Aldis, flanked by Kamille, was on commentary during this. Drake cut a promo afterward about his arrival into the NWA and his pursuit of the World Title, and I thought he came off well.

5. Coast 2 Coast (LSG & Shaheem Ali) beat Marcus Kross & Griff Garrison when Ali pinned Kross after a Boss Man Slam spun out from a powerslam position. This ended up being a competitive match and not a squash, with Kross (with gear and hair inspired by Goku) and Garrison (who just looks like an in-shape wrestler) getting a good amount of offense against the more established Coast 2 Coast. I also thought it was quite good, and a portion of the crowd chanted “Please Come Back!” to Kross and Garrison.

6. Jonathan Gresham won a Four Corner Survival over Jeff Cobb, Kenny King, and Dalton Castle. Caprice Coleman joined the commentary team from this point on. Castle, who is now heel and has ditched the flowing, winged robe for just a glittery jacket, was still beloved by the crowd. He and King hesitated getting in the ring, while Gresham and G1 Jeff kept it more serious. The Four Corner Survival rules of only two men in the ring at a time via tags (which confused the rowdy group of guys behind me, down from Ottawa, ONT Canada [!] for a bachelor party) naturally broke down, leading to Cobb going nuts with his suplexes. The end came when King took a shoe from Amy Rose to use as a weapon, but Gresham got a hold of it, hit King with it, and pinned King with a handful of his trunks. I thought it was fun, and it might come off better to me if I were to watch it on TV. Gresham returned the shoe to Rose. 

- Jay Lethal came out to speak to the crowd. He said he hasn’t spoken about his losing the ROH World Title at G1 Supercard because he’s a bad loser, and it was a heavy pill to swallow. Then he remembered that he’s a two-time World Champion, meaning he lost it once, but worked hard and was able to win it again. He will have a title match next month in New York, and he plans to win the title back from Matt Taven. This cued Taven to come out and dress down Lethal. He said Lethal was embarrassing his parents, who were in the crowd, and that Lethal was proving that his parents raised a liar. Taven said Lethal choked in Madison Square Garden, and now Taven is the face of ROH, and they’re living in the Time of Taven. As Taven finished what he had to say, out came Alex Shelley in a suit. He’s making his return, as he said he was careful not to say he was retiring when he last appeared in ROH. He said he’s been wrestling for seventeen years, has constantly been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but he’s left his mark around the world. He said he’s pulling out his proverbial veteran’s card yet again, and that he wants a shot at whoever is the champion after the match in New York. This segment was followed by intermission.

7. The Soldiers of Savagery (Moses & Kaun) beat two wrestlers after hitting double chokeslams on both of them. After just doing run-ins up until now, the Soldiers of Savagery had an official entrance, and it was a pretty cool one. Quick post-intermission squash, as they attacked their opponents (who were in matching gear) before they could be introduced.

- Caprice Coleman came out to the ring to host an interview segment with Nick Aldis. Kamille held the NWA World Heavyweight Title for Aldis. Coleman brought up the Summer Supercard happening in Toronto on August 9, with ROH hosting talent from New Japan and CMLL. Coleman had heard the NWA World Heavyweight Title would be defended at Summer Supercard and asked Aldis who his challenger would be. Aldis started by bringing up his fight with the Briscoes at Best in the World, and he offered Jay Briscoe a title shot whenever he pleases. As for Summer Supercard, he suggested he might want to have another match with Marty Scurll. This prompted Scurll to come out, and he said that he would also like to have a rematch. Aldis said he wasn’t finished, as he’s actually offering the title shot at Summer Supercard to any member of Villian Enterprises, and he will let Scurll choose who it will be. Aldis and Kamille left, as Coleman asked Scurll who he chooses for the title match, or if he’s taking the match himself. Scurll stalled for a little bit and said he had a lot to think about. Coleman closed by reiterating the name of the event and it’s August 9 date.

- Another segment followed, with Riccaboni and Cabana coming down to ringside. Riccaboni talked a little about Cabana’s injury and asked him for an update. Cabana stated how he has a cane now, barely got the the okay from his doctor to fly out to the events this weekend, but then James Storm interrupted. He was dressed to wrestle, brought up his match against Cabana in Chicago for the NWA National Title, and that he’s here for those five more minutes Cabana offered after the match went to a time limit draw. Cabana brought up how Cabana would have given him those five more minutes, but the Briscoes attacked him and Storm did nothing. Cabana began to leave when Storm shoved him from behind to the ground and berated him. Cabana agreed to the title match after this, despite his bad leg and not being dressed to compete.

8. James Storm beat Colt Cabana to win the NWA National Title. This couldn’t have lasted more than five minutes. Cabana tried for his Superman pin right off the bat but couldn’t get it properly with his bad leg. Storm worked over Cabana’s leg as Riccaboni remained at ringside and tried to convince Storm to stop, very concerned for Cabana. Storm put Cabana in a half crab on the injured leg, but Cabana got to the ropes. Cabana fought back, and he tried and failed to get Storm in the Billy Goat’s Curse. Storm hit a superkick and locked in the half crab in the middle of the ring, finally forcing Cabana to submit. Storm then made Riccaboni announce him as the winner and new NWA National Champion. Good drama throughout that the crowd followed. This was likely the end of Cabana’s commentary for the night.

9. Silas Young beat Josh Woods with a small package. After the opening bell but before any action took place, Young got a hold of the mic. He said Woods has been in ROH for two years, but he hasn’t accomplished anything. He said the fans don’t respect Woods like they respect him, and that Woods could benefit from learning from him. He then gave the mic back to the ref, and as the ref did so Young kicked Woods in the groin and rolled him up for the quick win. Young has already corrupted Gresham, and he might be doing the same to Woods.

10. Shinobi Shadow Squad (Cheeseburger, Eli Isom, and Ryan Nova) beat Brian Johnson, Joe Keys, and Dante Caballero after they hit Caballero with a draping DDT/top rope double stomp combo. The three Future of Honor regulars, especially Johnson and Caballero, got a chance to show more of their personalities during this match. They suffered from some miscommunication though, ending with Keys accidentally hitting Caballero to lead to the finish. Afterward, Keys and Caballero came to blows with each other and had to be separated while Johnson just walked off.

11. Karissa Rivera beat Sumie Sakai after sitting down on a sunset flip attempt for the pin. This was Sakai’s first match back from injury, and this seemed to get a good amount of time with a lot of nearfalls. The action was pretty decent, though there was a moment where Sakai bowed to Rivera, Rivera went to bow back, and Sakai rolled her up in a small package that looked pretty bad. Rivera getting the upset win here came off well to me based on the crowd reaction, and Sakai sold the shock of it. Quinn McKay came into the ring to interview Rivera about it, but Sakai intervened and offered Rivera a handshake and congratulated her. If this is just a torch passing from Sakai, that’s A-okay.

12. Rush & Dragon Lee beat Jay & Mark Briscoe when Rush pinned Jay after hitting the Bull’s Horns. This match came off fantastic, as it was basically a fast-paced brawl. They began brawling on the floor early, starting when Dragon Lee went to hit a suicide dive onto the Briscoes, but they caught Lee and gave him a double suplex onto the floor. A little later, Mark came up bleeding heavily from the forehead, and I don’t know how it happened if it was hardway. It likely was as someone retrieved a towel to attend to Mark. This wasn’t at the level of how Jay has bled in the past, but Mark was bleeding so much Rush began focusing on it, wiping some of it on his chest and biting at the wound. ROH TV likely wouldn’t allow spots like this, so I imagine this match will be heavily edited when it airs, with the full uncut match featuring these spots put on HonorClub. Nevertheless, the blood added some intensity to the match, and the wrestlers capitalized on it. Mark used a chair to assist his running dive over the top to the floor. Rush was given a neckbreaker by Jay and the Froggy Bow by Mark, but Rush still kicked out that a lot of fans saw as three. Lee took out Mark with a running hurricanrana over the top rope to the floor to leave Rush to finish off Jay. A wild match that had the crowd shitting apes. Dragon Lee continues to be on a roll after some stellar matches these last two months in New Japan.

- There was a quick change of the ring canvas and wiping down of the ropes as Bobby Cruise announced that Villain Enterprises would be out next. When the ring was ready, the LifeBlood trio of Bandido, Tracy Williams, and Mark Haskins came out (they’re all that’s left of this faction!). Haskins brought up how Villain Enterprises played a fast one on them at the PPV with their recruiting of Flip Gordon when they thought he would join LifeBlood, and they demanded they came out. Marty Scurll came out again, accompanied by Gordon, Brody King, and PCO. Scurll properly introduced Gordon to the crowd as the newest employee of Villain Enterprises, the understudy, the intern, and the mercenary. He then gave Gordon the night off (following a potential injury at the PPV) to watch this six-man tag team match from the back, and he told LifeBlood that this would not be for their recently remade Six-Man Tag Team Titles, as they just defended them at the PPV (against Haskins, Williams, and PJ Black). Williams was fine with that, as they just wanted a fight, and given where they were, he demanded a Philadelphia Street Fight. The crowd was all for this, Villain Enterprises agreed, and the match was on.

13. LifeBlood beat Villain Enterprises in a non-title Philadelphia Street Fight when Bandido pinned Scurll. Chaos from the start. The timekeeper’s table was cleared off early and set up where the entrance way reaches ringside. The first big moment was King attempting to superplex Haskins onto two rows of chairs, but King went through them himself after Williams and Bandido made the save. LifeBlood began using canes. Bandido gave PCO a hurricanrana off the top rope through the table on the floor, and it all seemed perfectly executed. This left Scurll alone, and he was put into a sharpshooter by Haskins and a cane-assisted crossface by Williams, but King made the save. Dives to the floor from King and PCO was followed by a twisting dive from the top by Bandido. The landing looked rough but Bandido still got up. Back in the ring, Bandido gave PCO his version of the GTS, followed by the 21-plex onto an open chair. During all of this, a woman in the crowd shouted, “Leave him alone! He’s old!” This was only a nearfall as Scurll and King made the save, and then they brought a second table into the ring. Williams and Haskins peppered King with more cane shots. Scurll responded with shots from his umbrella. Scurll took down Bandido with his umbrella, placed him on the table, and went up top, but Bandido recovered and stopped Scurll, finally giving him his moonsault slam off the top through the table for the big win. Another wild, crowd-pleasing match. Bandido, Haskins, and Williams shook hands with all of the ringside fans, and then Williams took the mic and thanked the crowd for coming out on behalf of LifeBlood and everyone at ROH. 

The main show started at about 6 PM and ended at 9:47 PM. I had some issues with the pacing of this show early on. A lot of talking segments that were good, some longer matches that weren’t good, and some shorter matches, but I really enjoyed the two last matches, and they energized the crowd and ended the night on a high note. A lot of focus on the NWA, and I’m not sure how it will play into ROH as I don’t know how much of it will be part of ROH TV. Cabana vs. Storm likely will be, but I don’t know about the Aldis-Scurll segment or the Eli Drake squash. ROH has a little bit of direction with the faction warfare, the World Title picture with Alex Shelley returning, and Maria Manic joining the women’s division, but I listened to the reactions, and they varied to people from Dalton Castle to Rush. No direction for Jeff Cobb following the PPV as he’s off to be G1 Jeff, and late in the game I joined the bandwagon of wanting him to win the ROH World Title and take it with him to Japan for a month in change, throwing the other contenders into crisitunity over the summer in the attempt of some more compelling stories. But no, ROH is focused on Matt Taven and company, and Taven still has his fans. No return date was given for Philadelphia, while they hit up New York City and Lowell, MA next month.

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Blu! hi, i'd like to ask/talk to you about the many raven's versions/adaptations that dc has made til now, at the begging she wasn't describe nor seing as goth, but now she is label like a goth or just a dark girl, and it bothers me, why dc did that? why the hell they thought it would be this stereotype would fit for her just cuz she's the demon daughter, half demon, why they change her through the years but, she was so much better in the 80's, she wasn't even gray! WTF? y'know, that's sucks!

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Alright…

Well, for starters, 80s Raven is and was a dark complex character, her physical appearance as a young lady who loves pink is just as valid as her goth persona. However, the dominatrix vibe from her demon… not really her best look, especially for an all intimidating demoness meant to destroy worlds. As to her dress, which while lovely and truly iconic to Raven’s look, was never super practical. Also, the fashion sense in the 80s was nill, and she was seen dressed in business casual usually when she wasn’t in her dress for being a hero. Even then, her cloak covers her. However it is kind of portrayed in the 80s outcast Raven is an outcast, it’s also shown she has low self-esteem and shies away from connecting with people.

Now, in the introducing of Raven on the screen for children it needed to be clear that she’s dangerous and dark and not the happiest character. This is frequently done with color use in animation; it’s used in the costume departments too, but in animation it’s truly noticeable. Designing her as a lonely Goth, with purple hair and gray skin also helped connect to a group of kids, typically outcasts (they did this with Rogue in X-Men Evolution too). Also, taking pains to make her look dark and stand offish conveyed a part of her personality that might not always be present. The transformation of her white robes being the height of her power; as it had in the 80s comic; also showed her purity, however this is in stark contrast to how dark she’s dressed. It gives a contrast to Raven’s inner nature which is shown rather than acted. Honestly, I think people just took her being a Goth and ran with it.

In N52 we have the most sophisticated version of Raven in terms of dressing up and showing off. In N52, minus being a bitch, she’s confident, she’s got her stride, her dressing and embracing her darkness is defining, but also not drowning. She’s shown dressed in many other outfits, and styles, and very comfortable OUTSIDE the box of being a Goth. N52 was good to her in this way because it showed more of her personality. So she broke out of the stereo type of typical Goth, whilst maintaining badass outcast who was uninterested in being social. She’s also shown in a more mystical sense, wearing an ankh, and rings, she’s gotten a tattoo, wears hoodies and torn up jeans, she’s seen with and without makeup, so it shows a lot of her.

In Raven’s first mini series, she’s a full Goth teen, with ratty hair and a grumpy disposition. Dressing her this way, in a high school setting, clarified she is an outcast, she is unwelcomed and uncomfortable here. It is Raven still, but this was a more immersed impression of her being Goth than anything else, the artist went to great lengths keeping this in place too. So people again ran with her being Goth.

In Rebirth, she’s really more Grunge or Punk than Goth at this point. She’s not shown in an abundance of outfits outside her uniform but with the dyed hair and how it’s styled, also with her overall aversion to dark cloths here, it appears more Grunge or Punk than Goth. It’s more befitting to her, whilst still acknowledging the fan love of her being that dark outcast. 

In the N52 Animations she’s very rarely seen outside her uniform, but she’s depicted as a more classy, and Punk/Grunge vibe than Goth. The skirt, jacket, combat styled boots, fingerless gloves, yes this is all dark in color but it’s not Goth. More Punk than anything. Dressing her in the darker colors gives the vibe she’s an outcast still, so movies frequently use that for their outcast characters.

In Bombshells she’s dressed in bright blue with a much happier disposition, which is rare for Raven. The brightness, combined with her red eyes and dark hair is used as the contrast point and to show she’s different from normal humans. The red eyes gives a great impression of her darker nature and her ability to be dangerous.

On Earth 1 Raven is Navajo, shown with two braids, cowboy boots, a heavy metal belt made of disks, and large earrings. She’s not giving off that outcast vibe, despite how dark she’s dressed, she’s loved and welcomed with her people, and she has a family which loves her. Her darkness is a strength here, and depicting her powers in  purple shows her mystery, but also that she’s very powerful.

In Injustice she’s dressed in blues and grays, which shows her, while slowly she’s engulfed in black to signify her father’s influence and also purple showing her power and mystery. 

Dressing Raven in dark clothes, giving her messy short hair, depicting her visibly as an outcast in today’s world is easier than depicting her as an outcast in the 80s. I think so many people have run with Raven being Goth because of a particular cosplayer, artist and fanfics, and because it makes her relateable to a lot of outcasts who style themselves as Goth or Punk or Grunge. Raven’s not a fashion icon by any means, but she is not strictly Goth. Raven is an outcast you can visibly SEE in many ways because of her fashion sense.

Personally I think she’d outgrow the Goth look and end up with a way more casual or Grunge look. She’s old fashion, new style, mixed with a bit of devil to be honest.

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PRC story part 4

Raven groaned from the bottom of his bed, he'd been having a horrible headache once again. He was sure that his family had been cursed by someone in the past to have this horrifying punishment for something. Probably for being too intelligent. Nobody like the smart guys.

It was 6 am as the man got up, dressed and headed towards the infamary to get a cure for his pain. Slowly, he pushed the door open to the hall. "Pomfrey..? You here?" the old mediwitch was still in full health, working as the nurse of the Hogwarts like she used to be over twenty years ago. The said lady had long ago gained a silvery hair from all the worrying from the past decades. The old mediwitch looked at him with a concerned look, already holding a tiny potion bottle on her hand.

"Migraine again Eliah?" she asked from the male who nodded in silent response. Poppy gave the potion to him, worry never leaving her eyes. Raven chugged the whole thing down without even flinching at the hideous taste, he'd grown accustomed to it long ago already. He then looked at the woman with seriousness in his eyes. "Has any of them realised it yet?" he asked, fully knowing that the mediwitch fully understood him. Poppy blinked before she allowed her answer to be heard.

"No Mister White, they do not remember that you were previously known as Miss Elaine White", she stated quietly, still unsure of what to think of the change that had been made to the male's records. It wasn't usual for the wizarding world to come across someone who felt like they were born in a wrong body. During the time she had been working at Hogwarts, there had been only three cases in total. Poppy sighed to herself, the triwizard tournament had a tradition that was soon to start and if Raven was in this state... "Will you be taking part in it? The Yule ball?"

"Yes, I have my suit with me"

Puff stared at his reflection from the mirror, he hadn't been entirely sure of himself when he was choosing his new robes for the occasion. He had decided to wear black robes, be more traditional, play it safe. He was a muggle born wizard, with no idea of what to wear, he purely went with what his friend Rin and the shop assistant said to him. And he was glad he did.

Claw zipped her black dress, throwing the black gown over her head. Nodding to herself, she looked very pleased in herself, dressed in full black she was ready as hell to arrive into the great Hall stylishly.

..... Only to leave fashionably. She wasn't going to be staying there, Nu-uh missy. She loathed such activities with passion.

Aven and Huff walked down the stairs, Aven offering his hand to his friend, they'd silently agreed to be each other's dates at the ball. Because dealing with people was way too much for both of them right now. Huff glanced at Aven from the corner of their vision, noting that the Ravenclaw had chosen nice dark green robe to go with his flashy personality. They themselves wore a classy robe that still made it impossible to figure out their gender still being flashy and luxurious. Huff hadn't decided on it themselves though, their grandmother had decided to make it for them once they heard of the ball and created the item that was currently worn by the Hufflepuff.

Rin dusted off her dress, flashing a bright smile to her reflection. She had chosen to go with her friend Connor, a fellow Slytherin, since they both needed a date and wanted to have plain good time. Her dress started off from blue and it slowly slid into dark purple, hair hair was freely flowing behind her for change save for few strands that were tied to the back. Her make up was classy and reflected her expertise on the field. Biting her lower lip out of a nervous habit, she went to the hallway, where her date was waiting, wearing a matching suit.

Sly stared at Raven, unsure of what to think about her friend, who was wearing muggle clothes of all things, she really hadn't thought that the Lord would want to wear such things. She shivered slightly in her own red dress that was accompanied by a pure white capelet. Her hair being tied onto a tight bun with decorative flowers on the side of her head. Her friend was wearing a blue muggle suit, an expensive looking one at that. His long red hair had been tied up with a blue lace and his face was peaceful despite of him knowing that he would be given some very bad looks from the rest.

Raven offered his arm to her, fully in the Lord Mode as one could clearly see, and looked at Sly with a serious look. "Shall we?"

To say that the official sent by the ministry was shocked to would've been an understatement. To say that he was terrified would be a lot better, but it still wouldn't be able to fully describe his reaction to the next Lord of the House of White wearing clothes of a muggle of all things. But then again, if he wished to keep his job, he'd stay silent with his prejudice. Especially since he was surrounded by many muggle born wizards and witches alike.

Raven on the other hand was mildly amused by everything he saw. The purebloods raised by traditionalists were making the faces he was expecting to see while the half-bloods and muggleborns were slightly awed. As he stood on the side, he saw how the champions started the dance with their dates, following the ancient dances. His eyes saw how the champion of the Beauxbaton was dancing with one of the students, he believed that it was the Hufflepuff student he'd seen sitting in the table with Aven and the others during mornings. He appeared to be very confused yet happy about being the partner of the girl.

After a while, the young teacher made a formal bow to Sly, silently asking her to dance with him and the duo made it to the floor with the rest of the teachers joining them.

"I have no idea of how to dance Raven", Sly mumbled under her breath. Raven smiled reassuringly to her. "Just follow my lead old friend, just follow my lead"

Puff noticed how the new teachers made it to the dance floor and cursed silently in his head, of course they would be a thing! Though something in how they acted told him that they weren't actually together in that sense.

As more and more people made their ways to the dance floor, many things were seen from the traditional dances to the modern ones and back. Exhausted from dancing, Raven made his way to the table of refreshments, spotting the girl, who had been found out to be Claw, standing with a drink in her hand. He decided to approach her, and soon made his way next to her.

"So you aren't dancing?"

"So you're an idiot?"

Raven chuckled at her answer as he took a seat, not minding the glances he still was getting. "I don't really like these kinds of things either but as the heir of the ancient House of White, I had to learn to tolerate it", he said to particularly no one. Claw looked at him, noticing how his mere presence made people look into their direction. Huh... Maybe she could use this to make her epic escape. Raven smirked and mouthed to her something and in an instant the girl threw her drink on the ground.

"This ball is utterly ridiculous!" and with this she left the hall, her clothes flowing behind her dramatically.

Raven smiled as he called the janitor over, oh how much he wished he could do that himself.

Raven: Yeeeaaah... It's not exactly the best but like... How does one write stuff like this?

[itsanerdlife]

Welcome to Burlesque

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Burlesque!Reader

Warning: A lot of this is like Burlesque the movie, I took two of the songs they have and used them, one is switched up a little. So I recommend listening to; Welcome to Burlesque && But I Am  a Good Girl

Harry introduces Eggsy into the classy world of woman entertainment, beyond trashy strip clubs and into the world of Burlesque.

(Thank you anon for this!! Omigod was this so much fun to write!!)

Eggsy’s eyes scanned the brightly lite sign outside the building once more before he followed Harry inside. Soft music played as they come down the stairs, Harry greets the man waiting on the outside of the door, they exchange a few words and a hand shake. The door opens and Eggsy follows quickly, a few girls giggle, holding wine glasses, as they scamper by, dressed in silk robes and heels.

“Good evening Harry.” They giggle together, before heading towards a short set of steps to the back of the building.

“Burlesque? Like strippers?” Eggsy whispers as he follows Harry to a table.

“No, Eggsy far from strippers.” He repeats the word with much distaste in his tone. “These ladies are much classier.” He nods, a waitress in a tiny black dress appears next to them.

“Harry, love.” She grins. “Your usual?” She tosses back her pink hair.

“Two, darling, please.” He nods, smiling sweetly at her. Eggsy’s eyebrows slipping up.

“Harry, they’re scantly cladded woman.” He smirks at his boss, who sighs.

“Yes, but they keep it all on. They sing, show tunes, classic songs, and some acts do acrobatics. Far more interesting than strippers Eggsy.” Harry explains. “You’ll enjoy trust me.” He nods as a bright curly red head appears at their table with two glasses.

“Harry, sweetheart. Good to see you.” She sets the glasses down, kissing Harry’s cheek. “New meat? He’s cute.” She grins, her green eyes traveling over Eggsy’s face and suit.

“My new trainee Darla. This is Eggsy.” Harry introduces them. Eggsy puts a hand on and she places her dainty hand in his, grinning at him.

“Welcome to Burlesque. The best view around. Enjoy the show.” She winks, before she walks off, stepping up on to the large stage, that was the main focus on the room.

“Harry?” Eggsy smirks.

“The show they put on is quite something.” Harry nods, sipping his drink.

“That so?” Eggsy nods, doing the same.

“Some start in the crowd. Watching drink and your hands.” He smirks at Eggsy.

“Harry?” Eggsy’s eyebrows snap up.

“Just wait, you’ll see.” Harry smirks, settling back as the lights dim.

 As the lights comes up, the red head, Darla is in the center of about 10 woman. Four are dressed in strictly black on black the others dressed in red, both matching Darla, her red hair and black form fitting dress. The music starts and each one’s hips start swinging as Darla begins to sing, Eggsy can’t pull his eyes away.

“Everything you dream of, but never can possess. Nothing as it seems. Welcome to Burlesque.”

The beat picks up and they all move in sync, bouncing and hips swinging to the beat. Darla standing in the center, as the girls dance around her. It’s all teasing and captivating to watch. She beings introducing the girls in black, he watches, not catching names till the last one. The light hits her and Eggsy’s mouth falls slack, his heart does a flip.

“Behave yourself says Y/N.” Darla sings, the girl snaps forward, her backside to the crowd, her fingers wiggling at the crowd as she peeks back.

Darla swats her on the behind as Y/N grins wickedly, before straightening up and continuing the dance. Her body rolls to the music as her hands in her hair as she slips into a squat, her hands moving from her hair down her body. Over her black corset, the sides pure lace, exposing the skin underneath it, she wore little black spandex ‘shorts’ barely fitting over her butt. And black lace tights, with flower designs working up her legs. The song pops, Y/N’s hands on her knees, still squat pops her legs open before snapping them closed again.

The beat rolls Y/N and the other girls slip into the splits, bouncing before pulling their legs together, and slowly pushing their backsides up into the air and straightening up. The song coming to an end, the girls crowd around Darla, as she belts out another note, the girls striking poses, Y/N’s leg hitches across Darla’s waist, her hand holding it in place. The lights go out and everyone claps, Eggsy included, he leans back taking a drink of his glass.

He’d seen half naked woman dance around before, but what was it about this girl that her face was still in his head, that his eyes only followed her around the stage. She radiated confidence in herself, she had a playful side in that grin of hers, he takes a deep breathe as another act starts on the stage.

“Something has your attention?” Harry smirks, as the pink haired waitress sets around set of glasses on their table.

“It’s interesting, Harry.” Eggsy chuckles.

“Don’t worry, you’ll really enjoy the next one.” Harry smirks.

“Harry darling.” Darla’s hand on his shoulder.

“Slide up?” Harry chuckles.

“Split.” Darla winks at Eggsy.

Harry slides his chair to the side, Eggsy follows in the other direction, two men slide a table between theirs and the table behind them and one in front of them and the other table as well. Soon the lights dim again, the spotlight flicks to Y/N, in the middle of the stage, in a pink corset, ruffled pink under garment matching. Garter straps connect the corset to her pale pink thigh highs, pink heels, to match. She looked like cotton candy, sexy as fuck cotton candy, but all the same. Her hair was in waves, hanging around her shoulders, her make up dramatic as she sits waiting patiently for the song to start.

The music starts, and she lights up as she begins the song, she suddenly pops wide eyes open, her hand hovered over her mouth, in faux shock.

“Darling what did you do for those pearls? What? I am a good girl.” She purrs, before jumping up, shoving the chair over, she moves to the beat, her hips swaying. She’s walking across the tables, she struts like this was something she did and trusted a table wouldn’t give out from under her, singing her song. She reaches the bar, a few of the keepers watching.

“They all say my feet never do touch the ground.” She dramatically pops her one heeled foot up, other dancers coming out from behind the mirror on the back wall of the bar. “What? I am a good girl.” She winks, grinning. The girls breaking out into a well synced dance together, on the back of the bar. Y/N leans against the mirror wall behind the bar, sliding slowly down into a squat three other girls do the same, she grins messing the hair of the keeper who was pouring a drink, his head a line with her stomach. Her mouth open as she laughs, standing up again. She struts back over the bar, coming back across the tables, she pauses, she bends, her fingers wrapping around Eggsy’s tie, he willingly comes up as she belts out once more.

“I am a good girl.” Winking at him, her finger taps his nose as she shoves him back down. She makes it back down to the stage; a few gasps and she falls into the chair and the lights go out.

“My, my, you must have caught her attention.” Harry sips his drink, watching Eggsy breath heavily eyes still on the stage.

“Harry how do you know about this place?” Eggsy grins.

“I’m a gentleman Eggsy, Darla is an old friend.” He smirks.

“You were right, this is better than a strip club.” Eggsy grins, adjusting his tie. A flash of Y/N leaning down, wrapping her fingers around it, her waves falling around her face, the sound of her voice, he was sure that wasn’t part of the dance, but he wasn’t going to object.

“We’ll come again, don’t worry. They do different acts often.” He smiles.

“I’d like that.” Eggsy nods, finishing his own drink.

“Perhaps you should grab another before the next show starts.” Harry nods towards the bar. Eggsy glances back, Black silk robe tied around her waist, pink heels and thigh highs, her hair pulled up into a ponytail, he grins getting up quickly.

“I’ve never seen a show like his before.” He leans on the bar, smiling at her.

“Heard you were new meat.” She grins at him, picking up the water bottle.

“I think that’s the quickest anyone has spread my name before.” He grins.

“Pretty green eyes and grin to boot, oh every girl here knows who you are already.” She smirks at him.

“So, does that mean you know my name?” He chuckles.

“Harry’s friend. Eggsy, was it?” She sips the water.

“Y/N, was it?” He smirks.

“Welcome to Burlesque, Eggsy. I can only hope to see you again.” She grins, turning and walking away.

“Fuck.” He sighs, grinning as the bar keep sets around round in front of him. He picks up the glasses turning heading for the table. “I think I’m in love.” He sighs sinking into his chair.

“She’s a very sweet girl.” Harry chuckles.

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[thatdamnokie]

today, i watched rocknrolla for the first time and kept a running tab of live commentary which can be found below the cut and is a stupid amount of ridiculous and will not make ANY sense unless you’ve also seen rocknrolla and like--have some vague memory of how the movie happens because this was all pretty much stream-of-consciousness or whatever.

yoooo i dig the opening song. okay. off to a good start.

for real thought the dark castle logo was hogwarts fml

is that… mark’s voice?

who is this muscular motherfucker?

LOOK AT THAT FUCKING BONG PIPE THING

that’s as tall as a toddler what the fuck

look at all these people in this movie!

THAT WAS MARK

mr. strong ladies and gentleman

… wait lenny looks super familiar, what else have i seen him in.

this all seems very complicated.

idris and gerard!

counselor’s cute too

why is everyone in this movie so fucking cute

WHERE ELSE HAVE I SEEN THIS GUY

every time mark speaks i jump

wait is that—gerard’s actual accent?

lenny, you are a terrifying dude.

and mark i want to ruffle your hair.

archie, that profile, sweet gracious.

… fuck he’s in the background and i just can’t stop looking at him.

this all sounds very, very complicated.

he calls him “len” omg

“do i look like a fucking immigrant” u h m

okay so pretty sure i don’t like lenny, they should just let archie be the leader

enter the russiannnsss

your sweater is dumb russian guy

i like his accent though

guys i don’t know enough about real estate hustling to be able to explain this to another person

aw sweet russian sweater man giving him his painting

… wait no camera man show me the painting

“whiskey is the new vodka” sure yuri whatever you say

lenny i can shoot whiskey better than you can you fucking bitch

dude you can’t hold your sauce can you?

archie

archie help him

fuck he is so handsome

that jawline

“famous archie smile” I WANNA SEE

dude you need to be nicer to people when whiskey makes you that sweaty?

… i’m sorry but i think i could outdrink arch’s boss???

bless whoever made mark narrator

yooooo stella!

i like her!

dude she looks boss as fuck

“i don’t feel like smiling”

dude a marriage of convenience where you don’t have regular sex sounds awful

“welcome to the—speeler?” did he say speeler?

tom!

some of the names in the opening credits didn’t look familiar but these faces do.

wait is gerard gay or was he making a joke?

that. accent. gracious.

just picture that growling in your ear. fuck, i want a british boyfriend guys. i mean it.

i like the color scheme of all this like everything’s—muted, but still classy?

okay i dig 1-2 and stella’s broship.

can you imagine just calling him twelve to save time

“just a black eye, nothing more.”

dude she has louboutins! or something like them! the ones with the red bottoms, i’m probably misspelling it.

hanging out at the country club. very classy.

arch, you’re all limbs.

… you’re also scary.

duuuuude he has a way of talking that just makes me nervous. like an undercurrent of a threat, things implied…

“in there like swimwear” i’m stealing that.

duuuuude lenny’s robe though?

i got office envy! look at that desk.

WHO FALLS BACKWARDS IN THEIR CHAIR

oh shit they took the painting

… that i still don’t know what it looks like, guys let me see it

len you are boned.

“and archie’s gonna have to go… to work.”

he is literally the tallest dude in every shot.

is he giving him slapping lessons rn.

… yes he is.

oh

oh

oh no

JESUS

ARCHIE

we do NOT HIT PEOPLE

gracious.

i’m torn because on one hand, that would probably really fucking hurt, his hands are probably as big as my fucking face

on the other hand—would i let mark strong slap me?

… maybe.

“but you keep the receipts because this ain’t the mafia”

idrisssss

fuck if he smiled at me like that i’d do whatever he said too

“everybody have fun tonight! <3” :D EVERYBODY WANG CHUNG TONIGHT

“now fuck off”

oh twelve

ugh all the style in this movie.

wardrobe goals.

i want that bag.

“… maybe.” bro you said that like you wanted the d, and i can’t say i blame you.

i like how yuri says london.

for a split second i thought that was tom holland???

ohhhhh what’s gonna happen now!

does everyone just like—drive mark around in these movies

OMG it’s the same money

this shit is hysterical

i want to mess his hair up. because if we were in public he’d probably hate it and tbh i’d be too scared to do it but maybe privately…

guys… i feel like i’d fit into the uk.

ohhhhh an INFORMANT

… oh that dude is cute!

oh that dude is CRAZY

oh, drugs, right. these are the drugs i do not do.

his name is TWELVE archie

see, he’s so good at being quietly threatening

his laugh is so… <3

i think ship stella and yuri—

oh FUCK i forgot she was married

he’s also gay as shit, yuri

dude she just got so sad…

“you devil”

oh duuuuuude

you want that v so bad and it is so obvious

they both have nice hands.

poor bob. :(

twelve you sweet scottish bastard.

OH

UHM

OKAY

that’s a twist.

twelve noooo

dude be cool

DUDE

DUDE THIS IS NOT HOW YOU HANDLE THIS

CALM DOWN

oh my god

duuuuude, twelve.

dude.

bob. bob honey i am so sorry.

is he crying? T.T

TWELVE DO SOMETHING

“no I’M FUCKING SORRY”

YEAH WELL YOU SHOULD BE

a—a poof?

is ‘poof’ a bad word?

guys i don’t know anything about british slang.

bob honey relax…

ohhhhh i’m not sure if that was a smart question to ask right that second.

archie, you’re so classy and wonderful and probably wouldn’t freak out on people like that. probably.

this van gentleman is so delightful ( i am so bad at names rn )

so his nickname is van gentleman.

TANK

there we go.

i like this broship.

in which arch continues to be all. fucking. leg.

OH SHIT

i was NOT PREPARED

“like most things american they’ve eaten the natives” i mean…

i really like his comparison of the crayfish and greed, but like… i also really want bbq now… (have you HAD bbq crayfish? shit’s delicious.)

also HOLY SHIT was not expecting them to be stuck on him like leeches? that’s terrifying.

archie has like—this hidden mercy about him… like he got a weird look on his face and i couldn’t tell if it had to do with the quid dude or putting the other guy back in with the crayfish.

it’s his STEPSON?

ohhhhh an american!

oh he is handsome.

mickey. <3

what else have i seen this rocker dude in…

“ladies of the pole”

mickey’s hat ftw

oh this fedora guy is cute.

JUNE

i love that name AND her bangs!

this movie was a phenomenal soundtrack

aaannnddd definitely thought that dude was masturbating for a second

wait is that the guy from the beginning?

LENNY

... wwwooooowwww

lenny is an ASSHOLE

LENNY

johnny, johnny honey you do not deserve this

why is this movie full of people who deserve better than they got???

LENNY don’t you DARE

that is NOT OKAY

FUCK YOU

gosh, kid, bless your heart…

SHOW ME THIS FUCKING PAINTING

there are so many different accents in this movie and all it’s doing is confirming the fact that i never left my “i want a boyfriend with a nice voice” phase

“guns nuns and cowboys” idk what this bonanza thing is but i’m in

johnny you are very scary and i’m sorry that your stepdad made you like this.

dude stop touching june?

“it’s tasty and exotic—a bit like your june.” lenny you’re disgusting.

that’s an intense line of questioning, lenny.

this fucking painting.

ARCHIE

STOP FUCKING WITH THE MICROPHONE

oh my god

i literally just want him to never stop talking

omg bob.

dude twelve looks piiiiiiissed.

i think… i missed a part of the plot.

guys i want to be a part of this world but i’m only able to say that because no one’s very asked me to like… torture someone.

or sleep with someone gross.

victor you handsome bastard.

russian is such a guttural language i love it

FUCK YOU LENNY

at least you’re getting better at shooting your whiskey? fucking asshole.

like i like him less and less because he’s just GROSS you guys

jk could still outdrink him.

if you touch archie lenny i will reach through his screen and rip your face off.

i really wouldn’t be threatening someone who could snap you in half but okay

who the hell is cookie?

COOKIE

you look like a one-many party

omg where are your pants

cookie

cookie i love you you disaster of a man

omg i want to be invited to one of these parties

like just let me relax in a corner with an old fashioned and a cute boy

OHHH THEY FUCKED

OH

OKAY

that explains a lot

dude bob that’s—okay but like they thought he was going to prison, that was just an accident

wait does archie know?

dude stella i want to be your friend so you can help me with my wardrobe

… twelve. twelve what are you doing.

stella looks so fucking unimpressed

YEAH BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING

dude, stella, girl, i’m sorry

at least one of you can dance

oh bertie you gay as shit

stella why did you marry this man

i like this closed captioning thing they’re doing.

who. is. the. informant.

“and remember—i *am* dangerous.” yes you are baby.

bertie you are so awkward

bob. bobby no. D:

BOB

oh bertie don’t act like you didn’t like getting bossed around i saw it in your face

y’all he is fucking ENAMORED

i’d go see this guy live.

that bouncer wasn’t fucking around. one hit knockouts.

… john. johnny. what are you doing

JOHNNY DO NOT STAB THE BOUNCER

HE IS MAKING ME SO NERVOUS

HOLY SHIT

JOHNNY

ALL RIGHT COOL LET’S JUST SHANK THE BOUNCER

johnny you are batshit crazy

“fucking mutt” wait, what does that mean?

mumbles is a handsome man.

ohhhh this is an awkward conversation.

“made a pass.” right.

ohhhh. oh he knows.

twelve, dude, i’m sorry.

he looks so uncomfortable.

but hey like this means they didn’t fuck so that’s a thing?

boooob, sweetheart. <3

they’re all such good mixes of good and evil.

except lenny. fuck lenny.

ooooo that lady has pretty hair.

oh wait THAT’S cookie?

then who was pantsless homie?

this movie has such a big cast and i can keep track of like four people.

this club lounge place looks cool though.

he helped him get off the rock? that’s pretty rad.

p.s. this movie has a great soundtrack tbh.

all the same kiddos maybe just stick to weed and the occasional hallucinogens

say no to cocaine and crack

oh, johnny. :(

buddy.

holy SHIT this guy’s scars though!

DUDE

how many scars do these russian guys HAVE

… ADJNSJANSOAPSLKKJADSM

TRAIN

OKAY

WAIT NO TRUCK

JESUS

… more scars i guess?

… wait i wonder if archie has scars like that?

ohhhhh noooo yuri.

yuri did your friends die?

LENNY you’re racist and i do not like you.

oooohhhh why do i feel like so many bad things are gonna happen in the last part of this movie.

twelve you’re limping my baby who hurt you

… oh

OH

THAT is who hurt you

also i ship those two russian guys

i like how stella was apparently just watching the entire thing from a distance

and then has the audacity to critique him lmfao

holly shit right into a STOREFRONT

dude NONE of y’all are having a good day

this entire scene is fucking—something else

guns

knives

golf clubs

just

anything you can pick up and use as a weapon at all

WHAT THE FUCK

ARE THESE DUDES JUST INDESTRUCTIBLE

“ABANDON SHIP RUN FOR YOUR LIVES”

YEAH BITCH AGREED

OH SHIT COPS

BOB ARE YOU JUST GONNA WAVE LIKE THEY’RE YOUR BROS

THIS IS STRESSFUL

PARKOUR

bob you look like a puppy

and twelve looks like a zombie

and then there’s mumbles who just stole the coolest bike helmet i’ve ever seen

twelve, honey, you just can’t catch a break

dude russian guy is fucking RIPPED

kudos to who did the cinematography of this because it looks fucking cool

this is the slowest high-intensity chase i’ve ever seen

ripped and covered in blood. i dig it.

twelve you faker

oh hi ruskies

archie do you own any clothing that’s not black, grey or blue…?

fuck i love that jacket, but it’s so long it just makes him look even taller

LENNY

YOU NEED TO NOT BE SO FUCKING RACIST?

and get your hands off his testicles!

gracious.

everyone in this movie needs jesus.

johnny stop calling him pedro.

can…. can i see the painting please.

please.

guys.

this poor scottish guy.

yuri got cake.

johnny… sorta reminds me of freddie mercury in some of these shots? for like a few seconds at a time.

… okay so i’m full of dread between this monologue and what’s happening on the golf course.

lenny. buddy. you really got like. not do that. stop calling everyone immigrants

OH SHIT

GET HIM

GET HIM VICTOR

YOU GO BABY

this is a weird juxtaposition in terms of scenes though?

like

lenny getting his legs beat

and johnny’s super sad speech about the cigs

dude i can’t bring myself to feel bad for len.

wait where’s archie?

“and that is also why i cannot give that painting back.”

this is a set up for something really really bad.

and then they have moments where they act like dudes i know and i warm up to pete and johnny.

bobby stop fucking with that poor man. you’re gonna make him fall in love with you.

“i’m going back to bed.” “can i come?”

*smack* okay, that shit was funny.

johnny you need some chicken.

oh these motherfuckers.

… guys i wanna be a rocknrolla

lmao a protest

that flat looks disgusting.

dude you need to treat your bro better

ASJANSJASN

THEY TOOK THE PAINTING

CAN I SEE IT

LET ME SEE THIS FUCKING PAINTING

OH MY GOD THIS IS GREAT

if this movie ends without me seeing this fucking painting i’m going to kill someone

good man cookie.

TANK’S WATCHING P&P

COOKIE YOU DA REAL MVP

gerard’s laugh though

OH

… well then

like if she wasn’t so unhappy in her marriage i’d feel bad

THE INFORMANT YES TELL ME

… sydney shaw?

“where did he learn a word like pseudonym?”

awwww he likes her…

oh she likes him!

okay good because that sex didn’t look romantic at all.

“you’ve got very good taste mr. one-two.”

lenny fuck you.

you’re gonna be alive for like three more years, relax.

archie. <3 that protectiveness—even if it is for lenny.

aaannnnddd enter the russians.

what a clustfuck.

wait TWELVE

DAMNIT TWELVE

OPEN YOUR EYES

… oh you are FUCKED

ooosajdnaksdjnajsdna this is anxiety-inducing

y’all this is why drugs are bad

and then nice outside scene. birds chirping. looks like a lovely day.

oh shit ARCHIE WITH A GUN

there’s no way that twelve is still alive

what the FUCK

am i SEEING

dude archie, me too

omg ARCHIE HELP HIM

that SMILE

dude i’d laugh too

OH

OH SHIT

welp.

okay, we all figured archie was gonna kill people

put your FUCKING TONGUE BACK IN YOUR MOUTH

wait he SHOT TWELVE?

omg everything is happening at once.

wait, stella, what’d you do?

OMG

dude she looked FREAKED OUT

yuri… dude, what are you doing…?

UHM

WHAT

WAIT

WHAT IS HAPPENING

STELLA YOU LITERALLY FUCKED TWELVE LIKE A SECOND AGO

ohhhhhhhhhh

ohhhhhhh noooooo

ohhhhh NOOOOO

oh stella, honey you in danger girl

archie looks a thousand percent done and he’s been around this kid thirty seconds

wait archie was in prison?

this sydney shaw person put arch in prison…

duuuuuude younger!archie ;-;

“uncle arch” T.T

WHAT the fuck, lmao

just whipping out his gun, nbd

archie stop that. they’re babies.

johnny man you’ve—been fucked up for a while.

dude archie you look miserable.

ohhhh nobody died.

THANK YOU ARCHIE

GET HIM

i hate this entire family.

who all is about to die in this weird basement silent hill place.

… dude. johnny’s face though.

like i’ve felt like NO sympathy for lenny this entire time but i feel bad for johnny. :/

“a hot bath and a cold razor”

… dude

“because you’re poison john.”

o u c h

but like he is CRAZY

like

help i don’t know who to feel for

i feel for everyone

… except lenny

OH SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK

LENNY

JESUS

DUDE

HE IS GOING TO KILL HIS OWN STEPSON

what the fuck is happening.

YES THE INFORMANT

wait.

WAIT.

IT’S FUCKING LENNY????

OH MY GOD

“you are a VERY dirty bastard sydney.”

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT

THE

FUCK

NO

STOP KILLING EVERYONE

I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS

NO NO NO NO  NO NO NO

NO NO NO NO THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANTED

this is STRESSFUL

“put your hands up!”

*thud*

okay that was funny

THE BOYS!

oh, archie.

oooohhhhh… all this shit…

archie. fuck, you can hear the betrayal in his voice.

shit, this is sad.

“there is no spring without a winter. no life without death.”

… archie?

oh a time skip!

oh SHIT johnny got a GLO UP

“c’mon then give us a cuddle”

i’ll GLADLY you give you a cuddle

OH MY GOD THE PAINTING

SHOW ME

S H O W M E

… you literally put those russian guys in pieces, didn’t you archie.

you terrifying motherfucker.

GUYS I WANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD

FUCK YOU GO GET THEM JOHNNY

... wait was there supposed to be a sequel?

… WAIT

WAIT  NO

NO

YOU FUCKING SHOW ME THAT GOD DAMN PAINTING

oh my god.

fuck it.

fuck that.

nope.

like mid-credit scenes are the least y’all can do.

… wait is that tom and gerard just like fucking with each other, it might be, that’s sort of adorable.

dude that gay club looks like fun though.

i don’t dance because i’ll spill my drink but.

awwwww guys i could watch them dance forever, like, this shit is funny.

ohhhh i hope this means that archie becomes the new lenny. he’d be a much better lenny.

and now we sway to this groovy end credit music while i sit and seethe in hatred that i never saw the painting and i’m pissed about it. :))))))

… fuck.

welp, guess i’ll just have to write shit about how the fuck this dude falls in love with a cop then.

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okay so i said that i was gonna post what i had written in regards to floral witch yuuri who owns a flower shop. it’s an idea that has been living in my head for ages and i actually managed to write something out for it! i’m hoping to turn it into a full fic at some point but we shall see. :)

Each morning felt like the earth was going through a rebirth. The darkness slipping away but never truly disappearing as it waited to be beckoned again. It gave way to the brightness that came from clear blue skies which held the sun as it emitted its warmth and light. It made a sight to behold as dawn broke and brought about another day filled with new hopes and new opportunities.

Yuuri stood quietly by one of the large windows that surrounded the space of his living room. They were huge, ceiling-to-floor windows that oddly made someone feel that they were the very root of a deep connection. It was as if they had the whole world within their grasp as the view stretched before and far beyond. Yuuri felt like this every sunrise and sunset. He didn’t know how he got so lucky with such a view in such a space but he had always been told to never question good fortune. The universe had a mysterious way of showing its gratitude but wasn’t above being malicious to those who acted out of order.

So Yuuri kept his thoughts to himself and kept them private behind a door that took too many keys to open. It was better to be safe than stupid and Yuuri had seen more than enough people who had fallen due to their greed. He made a promise to himself to never be one of them.

But those thoughts weren’t meant for times like these when he could see the whole world from where he stood. His eyes wide and pupils blown as he took in all that he could see and even tilted his head to see vanished stars that disappeared with brightening sky. His senses sharpened as he heard the distant noises of traffic and the quiet hushes of conversations from the people in his building to all over. He could smell slight bitterness of smoke and still taste the freshness of the rain that fell during the very early hours of the morning.

His energy heightened as the earth sang her sweet song to him and caressed him with gentle fingertips. Caressed his mind and body and soul with slow strokes and he felt it. The magic that quietly poured into his bloodstream and made his veins glow a calming blue as it surged through him and replenished for all that he had lost yesterday. It didn’t take so long and Yuuri learned to enjoy the sensation as he grew older.

Instead of it almost burning and stunning him to his very core, it turned into a comforting warmth that soothed him almost like a lullaby. It reminded him of his mother’s soft tone as she rocked him in her arms and laid kisses filled with such tenderness upon his forehead. That gave a sense of happiness that called to his heart along with a longing for the home that he hadn’t been to in years. But the feeling vanished as soon as the sun was almost fully in the sky, having almost sat its throne.

Yuuri’s eyes dimmed from a vibrant blue to a warming brown and that was when he finally yawned, now being able to move. He clasped his hands together before stretching them over his head, giving a satisfied sigh when he heard his back give a few cracks. He then slumped a little and looked at the city before one more time before turning to smile at the poodle who rested a few feet back.

“Were you waiting for me?” Yuuri asked, smiling widening when the poodle gave a soft bark. “Well thank you, Vicchan,” He padded over to the small poodle before kneeling down in front of him. Vicchan didn’t move too much and leaned into Yuuri’s hand which carded gently through brown curls.

“Alright,” Yuuri murmured fondly. “Let’s go and get breakfast.”

Vicchan wagged his tail in approval and Yuuri let out a laugh.

----

“Here you go,” Yuuri smiled politely as he handed a bouquet of pink peonies to his customer. The middle aged woman beamed as she took the flowers wrapped beautifully in purple tissue paper with a clear wrap on the outside. The stems were tied with a delicate white ribbon in shape of a bow and showcased a sense of elegance.

“Goodness,” She breathed before bringing the peonies close to her nose and inhaling deeply. “I’ve never smelled peonies like this,” She sounded so marvelled with her cheeks slightly flushed from the cold air that nipped them. “How on earth did you manage to make them so...enticing?”

“Just a lot of tender, love, and care,’ Yuuri replied, which was partly honest except for one little element that couldn’t be revealed. “And music,” He added as they walked towards the counter and he slipped behind it to ring up her bill. “Plants love listening to a song and it motivates them to grow.”

“I had read about that somewhere,” The woman nodded in agreement with the peonies still held close to her chest. It was like she was guarding them with her life and Yuuri immediately felt pleased, knowing that she was going to take good care of them until their end. He was always particular about who came into his shop  and took a note to sense their vibe and deep into their aura. Most of the time, the customers were genuine with only good intentions resting in their hearts. But there are times when some people came in and sent a shiver to dread racing down Yuuri’s spine. He was no mind reader but he could tell that they were bad news.

His flowers would scream to him in desperation as he handed them away to greedy hands. It broke his heart and made him want to rescue them from a knowing demise. But there was nothing he could because these flowers, these flowers were never his to keep. Even if he did grow them with his heart and soul and called them his own.

“Any type of music genre?” The woman asked, pulling Yuuri out of his thoughts and he was quick to recover. “Some say classical works best but my husband doesn’t care for it,” She rolled her eyes comically which earned a pearl of laughter from Yuuri. “So if any sort of music is going to be playing in the house, it has to be something we both like so I don’t suffer from his complaining.” Annoyance tinged her words but Yuuri picked up the subtle fondness that laid underneath. The slightest of smiles curved his lips as he shook his head at her question.

“It can be any music genre,” He assured her as he leaned against the counter. “Plants aren’t really as fussy as you think they are,” But he did lower his voice to a loud whisper when he said, “But roses can be a bit temperamental. Find themselves a little too classy for the like of hip hop.” The woman let out an amused snort and Yuuri snickered as the roses in the corner gave a displeased hmph!

Oh shush, you know it’s true, he told them before listening as the woman launched into a story about her friend who was trying to grow lilies in her garden.

He didn’t mind.

He had all day.

-----

Becoming a florist seemed like the most logical thing to do regarding a career. He had thought of many options, some of which delved into the world of dance and gliding on the ice in skates. Yuuri had always loved to dance but his powers had been too much to bear when he was little. They made him unfocused and threw him off balance that he could barely stay on his feet for five minutes. It got to the point where it was too dangerous and his figure skating teacher told his parents that he could no longer participate in the lessons.

“He’s a safety hazard to others and himself.” The teacher had said to his mother, her eyes apologetic.

A hazard to others and himself, those were the words that had hurt him the most and sliced through him like the sharpest knife. He remembered curling up in his bed and shaking as he sobbed into his pillows and damned the magic that coursed through him. He also remembered asking a lot of questions, most of them why. He didn’t understand why he was developing like this, why the other children couldn’t make plants grow from a twist of their hands, why his veins turned blue as the dawn came and made his body look like tiny tributaries decorated his skin.

Yuuri wanted to know why he was like this and why he couldn’t make it stop.

Being eight years old and not being able to do what he wanted was one of the worst feelings he had ever felt.

“Why can’t I be normal?” Yuuri had cried into his mother’s chest, small hands fisted into her robes as she held him close. Her soothing aura did nothing to quell the pain that bubbled hotly in his chest and his magic flickered and sparked like fireworks inside the confines of his body. Stems peeked in through his windows and vines curled their way through minor cracks at the top of the ceiling. They murmured words to him, their voices aching to comfort and seek forgiveness. It was their fault that they made him so distressed but Yuuri didn’t care for their apologies. He was angry, terribly so because they were ruining his life.

“I wish I could tell you, my darling Yuuri,” Hiroko said, her voice forever gentle as she ran a hand through his dark locks. “But I don’t know and I would never lie to you,” She then went quiet for a moment. “You know, I hated my magic too at one point.”

Yuuri sniffled, a little surprised. “You did?”

Hiroko nodded. “Mhm, I hated them when I was about your age as that was when they started to appear,” Her hand never ceased in the comforting strokes through his hair. “They were really strong, too strong for me to handle that it made it almost impossible to do anything,” The comforting strokes then stopped and a faint frown curved her lips. “And I remember being so furious because I couldn’t do what all the normal children were doing. I couldn’t play with my friends or go the festivals hosted near the pier and enjoy the fireworks, it was awful.” Yuuri didn’t say anything, choosing rather to listen and see where this tale was going to go. He was still boiling with anger that swished hotly at the pit of his stomach and his eyes refused to meet the very veins that now stretched above them, made from his own magic.

He was still furious with them.

“But,” Hiroko continued, after a moment’s pause. “I grew to love them.”

“...Why?” Yuuri’s voice was quiet and muffled, his face pressed into his mother’s lap.

“Because as I grew older, it became easier to handle and they moved in tune with me,” She told him, the tips of her fingers now brushing against his forehead. “They listened to me and obeyed but also helped me find who I really was. They helped me become someone stronger...better,” Her fingers pressed gently into the middle of his forehead and Yuuri sighed at the warmth that flooded throughout his being. “Trust me, Yuuri. It gets better and soon, the plants and earth will move with you and your magic will bind with you as one. So please, forgive them.”

It seemed like a difficult thing to do and many would agree that forgiveness was something so hard to give away. Yuuri found himself wanting to remain angry and bitter and wanted his magic to just go away and for the plants to wither and die. He didn’t want the energy that ran through him to be there anymore because he was tired, so exhausted, and just wished to be normal.

But then a vein gently caressed his ankle as it had made its way down from above and Yuuri was met with a beautiful sound that he immediately knew was an apology.

Hiroko laughed softly and Yuuri’s lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile.

He forgave them.

-----

Raindrops had began their descent from the skies above and stained the pavement with water and those without an umbrella. The windows caught the spray with the assistance of an occasional gust of wind and Yuuri thank the stars that he didn’t have any deliveries today.

The flowers that were perfectly arranged outside hummed in joy as they received a few raindrops that rolled and dropped down from the edge of the awning. There were a few protests from the plants that resided indoors but Yuuri simply gave them a look before they hushed and resumed to watching the rain. People rushed by the shop and some even stood underneath the awning to await most of the heavy rain. Yuuri assured them with a smile that it was fine when they turned to look at him with questioning and hopeful eyes before heading back to the back of the shop  to make himself a cup of tea.

Yuuri had always loved the rain because it was refreshing and utterly mesmerizing to watch. It also meant that earth was being cleaned and all sourness was being washed away to give away to all the sweet. This made his powers a little more stable seeing as they were connected to the earth. So whatever she benefited from, he did as well as it was a win-win situation. But it was also calming and Yuuri felt all of his anxiety drain away, leaving him feeling completely revitalized and so wonderfully connected. When he was younger and it rained, he and his mother used to stand outside with closed eyes and simply draw from the earth. His father and Mari always watched them from the inside with towels ready to embrace them with.

It always made them feel better, both him and his mother heading back inside with flushed cheeks and huge smiles. The experience of being so in touch with something so immense was brilliant and it was an experience that Yuuri has had the pleasure of reliving over and over.

But it was bittersweet in a way.

Because here, he always did it alone and his family was so far away.

It was still wonderful but the experience was never truly the same.

The kettle bubbled as it came to a boil and Yuuri poured the hot water into the mug, the tea bag slowly raising to the top.  The water went from clear to a light green as the tea steeped to increase the strength of the flavour. Steam rose up from the mug before it disappeared into the atmosphere around them and Yuuri watched as he waited. The rain hadn’t ceased yet and the drops of water hit against the window of the small kitchen that rested at the back. They rolled down almost perfectly and Yuuri found himself trying to count all the dots that stained the glass.

It was a way of distraction but it didn’t last too long as something or someone caught his attention at the front of the shop . Yuuri furrowed his eyebrows at the quiet sounds of scuffling shoes and slightly heavy breathing that only he could hear. The flowers also gave made it known that there was another person’s presence. But it wasn’t hostile judging by their murmurs of curiosity rather than high wailing sounds of instant distress. Holding his mug close, he wandered towards the open kitchen door and closed his eyes so he could sense out the aura.  Only a tiny bit of magic pulsed out and Yuuri waited until it returned with one that held the color of purple. The color, itself, wasn’t surprising as Yuuri had encountered many with an aura that was entirely purple or held tinges of it.

But this one was different.

It felt different too.

Yuuri had never seen a shade of purple so captivating before, almost like it was one that had never existed until now. It was vibrant and filled with life as it shimmered and glowed with faint gold that outlined the edges.

Entirely unique and so stunning.

Then something within him encouraged that he should touch it and that was strange in itself. Yuuri could see and sense auras and he could also touch and feel them. But he had taught by his grandmother that touching them was never a done thing.

“It’s like an invasion of privacy,” His grandmother, Himeko, told him one lazy evening. They were seated outside and watched as the sky became a mixture of oranges and pinks. “It’s like touching a part of the soul, an intimate gesture that one has to give permission to,” She reached out for an satsuma that rested on the plate of fruit between them. Yuuri nodded along, watching her small and wrinkled hands delicately pull the skin of the fruit. “But it can also be harmful to you.”

“How so?” Yuuri asked, accepting half of the satsuma given to him with a thank you. “Okaa-san always told me auras were wonderful. How can they hurt me?”

“She didn’t want to tell you the dark side, huh?” Himeko murmured with a slight chuckle. “Then I won’t say too much because you’re still young.”

“I’m twelve!” Yuuri protested, cheeks puffed cutely in annoyance. “I’m old enough, you can tell me!”

Himeko laughed fully this time, the notes of it slightly rough and hoarse but sounded like home to Yuuri’s ears. “I know, my dear,” She said, her smile soft as she reached out and smoothed some of overgrown strands of  hair from his forehead. “But you still need to keep that childhood innocence. Twelve is still too young to know how the world truly is,” She then sighed tiredly, wistfully. “But do not touch auras that you do not know, that’s all I shall say.”

Yuuri opened his mouth to protest once more but decided to drop it once his grandmother picked up another satsuma.

He never asked again.

Yuuri kept his hands tightly around his mug, his eyes still looking down the small hallway that led to the front of the shop . He didn’t know what to do or how he should proceed because it felt like he stuck in molasses. The aura was so tempting to touch, its warmth radiating so far that gently tapped at Yuuri’s senses and made him feel almost...alive. It caressed his cheeks and ran invisible fingers through his hair and even pressed a calming feel against his forehead that almost made his knees buckle.

It was at that point that Yuuri withdraw himself immediately, taking two steps back and muttering a quick protection spell. An odd spell to use for such a situation but auras couldn’t slip through a spell of protection and it seemed like this aura, in particular, was out for him. The funny thing was that it felt so peaceful and relaxing that Yuuri wanted to give in and let himself fall into its embrace.

But he had never met the person that it belonged to and this could be an attack in disguise. A horrible attack from a horrible person with horrible consequences.

He wasn’t about to take that chance.

But he also couldn’t stay back here forever.

“Hello?” The person finally called out and Yuuri noted the slight musical note that carried in their voice. It was also deep in tone and like it would be soft to the touch if it could materialize right in front of him. There was a hint of accent, maybe Russian, to it and Yuuri’s curiosity was soon getting the better of him.

“Hello?” The person called out again, a little louder this time and Yuuri held the mug close to his chest as he took another step back. Purple aura bloomed against the protective shields that surrounded Yuuri, almost in a desperate act to feel and be touched and to be answered. Yuuri’s eyes widened in surprise, brown eyes flickering with all sorts of emotions that couldn’t boil into one whole bundle. The most prominent emotions being shock and fear to all of this.

What was going on here?

Why was this happening?

His thoughts were bombarded with hurried hums and rushed singing as they urged for Yuuri to take a step and walk towards the front. Their words ranging from, ‘don’t be scared!’ to ‘the silver-haired man means no harm!’ because the flowers knew, they could tell who was bad and good. They had the power to see the level of goodness within people.

But something in particular caught his attention and it was these three words.

He is lost.

The flowers told him that.

The man was lost.

Why was he lost and what did it mean?

Was he physically lost or emotionally lost?

Had he been searching for something but went off his path?

All these questions raced through Yuuri’s mind as he subconsciously began to take steps towards the front of the shop . His mug still held towards him as he walked and walked without any knowing of what could be waiting for him at the end of the small hall.

What met him was the sight of a man with his back turned to Yuuri. He was dressed in a simple brown coat with the hem hitting the back of his knees and hands tucked into the fairly large pockets. His focus were on the lilies, the petals different colors as they ranged from pink to orange. But he seemed more focused on the traditional white lilies, the hums belonging to those flowers sounding terribly saddening compared to all the others. It wasn’t too unusual because lilies were often associated with funerals and funerals meant someone’s soul had departed from the physical world.

So could it possibly mean that…?

Yuuri wasn’t given a chance to guess or steady the sudden drop in his stomach when the man’s shoulders stiffened slightly. It was a few moments before he finally began to turn around and Yuuri’s breath immediately hitched and his heartbeat increased its tempo.

They both stood there, looking at each other as Yuuri stared into the iciest blue eyes that he had ever seen. They were like lakes that had been frozen over due to the winter months and kept secret of all those that hid underneath them. Yuuri couldn’t help but wonder if it was same in regards to emotion, if this man kept all them locked underneath a cold and solid surface.

Neither of them spoke and what seemed like a long minute passed by until Yuuri remembered that he had to speak in order to see what the customer wanted. A low flame of embarrassment gently tickled the insides of his stomach which extended to highlighting his cheeks with a rosy hue.

Perfect.

But just as Yuuri was about to speak, the man looked at him before his lips curved into a warm and polite smile.

“Hello,” The man greeted. “I’d like to find some flowers to give to my mother.”

The rain ceased in its falling outside and Yuuri breathed in the scent of fresh earth accompanied by a tinge of frost which tickled his nose and sent a shiver down his spine.

Yuuri meets Viktor who ambles into his shop  one day in search for flowers to give and their lives simply entangle, landing among a sea of petals.