#not as happy go lucky obvi

[moonsnqil]

guys stay with me here while i say something really dumb but you know how people don't actually know if dan and phil are dating but also pretty sure they are and have been for the past ten years and maybe they're not dating but it's obvious they're the most important people to each other and you can't imagine one without the other and maybe they're past dating maybe they're a secret third thing that transcends being 'boyfriends'.... yea that's how i imagine andrew and neil are when they're in their pro careers

[gisele0127]

Blue locks favorite cuddling positions!

notes: going thru a little writers block. I need more ideas😅

Big spoon

They love holding you close. They also love placing little kisses on your neck and smelling the shampoo from your hair. They find this position very therapeutic.

Chigiri, Sae, reo, kaiser, Karasu

Little spoon

They are not ashamed of loving being the little spoon. They are proud of it :) They love feeling your arms around them because it makes them feel safe and comforted.

Bachira, Kurona, nanase

Him laying on top and suffocating you

He loves messing around with you and playfully knocking the air out of you by jumping onto you. Or when they’re really exhausted from practice and they find you sitting on the couch, they just get on top of you.

SHIDOU, bachira, nagi, Gagamaru

You laying on his chest

You love hearing his heartbeat. They find this position to be very intimate so consider yourself lucky! If they are more muscular then they obvi want you to feel their muscles. He loves playing with your hair and caressing your cheek! (They’re so babygirl)

KUNIGAMI, hiori, rin, aryu, Yukimiya

Doesn’t care as long as cuddling with you!

He doesn’t care what position you guys are in as long as he’s touching you! He wants you to feel comfortable, he doesn’t care if he’s not as long as you’re happy. He loves you so much.

Isagi, Niko, ZANTETSU, tokimitsu

[kingconia]

Can we please please please PLEASE get a Vice Warden version of the "Reader is the characters favorite celebrity"

(obvi, Ortho is a child so if you add him make it platonic. But if you take him out maybe you can add Floyd instead! Plus RUGGIE CUZ HES THE UNOFFICIAL VICE )

Take your time and have fun with the request! If you end up not doing it, now worries lol!

A/N: I actually planned to do that for a while. Thank you for reminding me.

HOW TWISTED WONDERLANDS' VICE-HOUSEWARDENS ACT WHEN YOU ARE THEIR FAVOURITE CELEBRITY

Trey Clover. ❤️

— You are his favourite chef, of course. Who would've guess, right?

— You are a quite popular one, a former student of the Royal Academy, and very controversial figure in the media world, because... Well, you are quite talented, yes, but your attitude is just... Awful;

— Trey doesn't see anything that bad in your character, though! You might appear rude to adults, but he just loves how gentle you are with kids! Gordon Ramsay kinnie, you see;

— He is so. So. Happy, when Riddle accidentally asks you to be a chef for his birthday. A very lucky accident.

•

”Did I make that right?” Ace asks nervously, glancing at the bowl in his hand.

An event that Riddle Rosehearts plans is huge. Thousands of quests from all houses, completely different kitchens for each of them... So, of course, when students of Heartslabyul suggested to help you, you were happy.

Until you realised that they are chronical idiots.

You feel your blood boil, hands curling in fists.

Just how in the world this boy managed to mash raw carrot in fucking puree, when you asked him to cut it merely?! How?!

”You stupid donkey!” A yell that escapes your lips makes another two students, Deuce and Cater, shiver in fear. ”Get off!”

Ace instantly puts bowl on the table, taking a step back.

”M-me?”

”All of you!” You hiss, glaring at three of them. ”Out of this kitchen, idiots. And never, ever, come back here again!”

They shrink, running away instantly. You sigh in relief, but then, catch another figure, a taller one, moving after them.

Trey Clover.

”Hey,” you call for him, calmer this time. ”Where do you think you are going?”

Trey glances at you, completely surprised.

”Y/n-sama told everyone to leave,” he bows his head respectfully.

”Only to idiots,” you huff. ”You can stay, Trey.”

You actually noticed that out all of them, he worked more effectively. He knows how to cook, clearly, and he does so quickly and wordlessly. So, if anyone's help would be truly useful, it is his.

”...That would be a big honour for me, Y/n-sama.”

You smirk.

”Yeah, yeah. Come on. Let's finish here.”

Ruggie Bucchi. 💛

— You are his favourite true-crime blogger, lol. He watches your videos as he eats, and it annoys everyone, which also sometimes leaves him more food;

— You are actually not worldwide popular. You are just a student from NRC, from the Ignihyde, and sometimes, he catches your figure lurking around;

— Ruggie supports you from his side account, leaving a lot of comments, and likes, making other Savanaclaw watch videos, too. There is nothing more soothing that listening a gentle voice explaining how someone's body was dismembered, after all!

— Once, you decide to start a special event week: a true crimes connected to each house of the NRC. And Ruggie is especially exited for Savanaclaw video, only to find out that...

•

”Ah, you are Ruggie, correct?”

Ruggie flinches.

He recognises this voice from everywhere.

When he turns to the sound of the voice, he founds you, his favourite person in the world, standing in front of him. You look shy, as if it is not you, who constantly speaks of murders so eagerly.

”Y-yeah, hello, Y/n.”

...Shit, he shouldn't know your name.

”Hi!” You wave your hand. ”I am so sorry to bother you, but, I am busy with a project right now... It is connected with crimes in different locations that representing houses here. And, I spoke with Leona-sama this morning...”

Wow, you really caught Leona Kingscholar in the early morning? Awake? It is another proof for Ruggie's PowerPoint presentation about how cool and perfect you are!

”...But he told me that if anyone is better informed about crimes in Savanna, it is you, since, well, your class differences... I am so sorry, did it sound rude?”

Ruggie had never been happier to be poor.

”You came to the right person,” he exclaims with the coolest expression he has in his arsenal. ”Don't worry, Y/n. I will be your guide in the most darkest parts of the Afterglow Savanaclaw.”

You beam. He tries look collected, but fails.

”Ah, Ruggie, you are the best!”

It is going to be the best week in his life!

Leona-sama:

Brat

Firstly, she is fucking scary

Secondly you owe me for this one

Jade Leech. 🩵

— You are his favourite photographer. At first, you only share your works at art exhibitions, but recently you created a page in the Magicam, to have more connection with your followers;

— Jade is amazed by the way you see this world. How gracefully you present the nature, how gently you portrait people, and how skillfully you froze time! Ah, you are amazing!

— Jade always tries to see more of the world that was closed to him before, and your works are a great help for him;

— ...He is absolutely stunned, when Azul tells him that payed you to come to the opening of the renewed Monster Lounge as the photographer, though.

•

Jade is... Slightly frustrated.

To think, that Azul had an opportunity to employ a walking talent for a few hours, and he used this chance to take photos of the Lounge... Impossible!

He sighs.

He respects Azul, of course, but sometimes he is such a baby.

”Good evening,” Jade greets you with a polite smile on his face, hoping to conceal his genuine amazement. ”How is here to your liking?”

You are straightening your back, stopping taking pictures of the main hall. As you turn to Jade, your eyes lit up curiously.

”You must be... Jade, correct?”

You know his name.

”Indeed, I am,” he nods.

”Thank you, it is fine,” you shift from one foot to another, and he can say there is something you want to do. ”Ah, excuse me, but... Can I ask you something?”

Jade nods again, tilting his head on the left. What with your great mind came up this time?

”...Am I allowed to take a few photos of you?”

Now, it is his turn to be surprised.

If anything, Jade has never been an interesting subject for others' eyes. But here you are, his favourite person in the world, wishing to take his photos—

”Are you sure?” As you nod vigorously, he can't help but laugh shortly. ”Then, of course. Do as you please.”

But if you see it in him, something charming and breathtaking, then there are must be he something. Because you are never wrong.

...And when on the next morning, Azul asks him to explain why the fuck there is Jade's photos instead of Monster Lounge's, as they had an agreement with you, he shrugs.

’You asked me to show others the beauty of your Lounge,’ you write Azul later, absolutely unremorseful. ’And I did.’

Oh, you can't even understand how happy you made a certain someone!

Floyd Leech. 🩵

— Do you know those accounts of tarot and astrology readers, who constantly goes live to speak with audience and made them an online reading? Yes, Floyd adores you for this;

— I feel that he sincerely curious about all this stuff, and though, at first, it was only an aesthetic interest as he found you pretty, now, he is too deep in this to pull out;

— He listens to your everyday advice videos religiously, and I am not even kidding. He trusts you too much, and at some point Jade starts worrying about him;

— Floyd is absolutely reckless and shameless, so, of course, he decides to make a first move unexpectedly and openly.

•

”Since it is a Lover's day, I might as well today be more focused on romantic readings,” you warn, shuffling cards in your hands, eyes fixated on the chat. ”So, write first name of yours, and, your lover's, and both of your ages. Will see how it goes.”

Tarot cards have been a huge part of your life since you were a kid, watching your mom and aunt doing that, whispering quietly. It was only natural that eventually you became an esoteric, too.

It is not your work or main to-do thing, more like a hobby, and an instrument to help others. And most of the time, you are doing it for free. Unless, someone wants to pay you, of course.

”Hm, who is here...”

You see a familiar username.

Floyd Leech is a quite constant fan of yours, always liking your videos, commenting them ridiculously, and asking questions about this and that. So, you decide to start with him. Just ouf of respect.

”Floyd, seventeen and... Y/n, whatever your age is,” you read out aloud.

As you understand what that meant, your cheeks flush instantly. You almost drop your tarot on the floor.

Is he trying to hit on you?! Just like that?!

”I... Uhm...”

What should you do? You spoke with him a few times, yes, and it has been more or less fine? Yet... Urgh.

You take a random card from the bottom of it.

Lovers.

Shit.

”You have some good chances here, Floyd” you finally manage to say that aloud, looking away from camera. ”Just be more forward. And private.”

There is no answer—or it gets lost in many new comments—and you distract yourself with other followers. Until a notification appears on the top of your phone.

Floyd_Leech:

hi :)

You almost groan.

What an impossible man?!

Jamil Viper. 🧡

— Might be not entirely accurate, but you are his favourite book critic! I feel, like whenever Jamil has some time to himself, he reads, and if he doesn't, he listens to all these podcasts or three hours long videos about why a certain book good or bad;

— He finds you accidentally, and since then obsessively checks out your every video, even the oldest ones. Puts notifications on. Follows on other social media. Loves your content;

— He is definitely a more quiet supporter. He likes your videos, but never comments them. So, there is no direct contact between two of you;

— At least, until he bumps into you by accident. In Scalding Sands. On the summer holidays. How insane is that?

•

Jamil knows that you travel a lot, he has seen your highlights in Magicam, but how could he expect to meet you in the bazar of all places?! This place is noisy, awful and there is nothing beautiful or picturesque! What would you do here? And with a book in your hands, too.

”The sands of Love,” title says.

It sounds ridiculous already.

”Shit,” you hiss, rubbing his shoulder with your free hand. ”I am sorry.”

”Please, be careful,” he murmurs quietly, trying to act normal as if he doesn't update your channel every morning and night in the search of new content.

Anyway, Jamil is slightly freaking out. Just a little.

”I am trying, but this book is so awful, I want to die,” he chuckles fondly, a familiarity of your words that you say so often from the screen on his phone, softening him. ”You know, I bought this goddamn book, and the setting of it is here, like, in Scalding Sands. So, I came here to check some details. Like traditions, and, and stuff. And you know, it is all a fucking bullshit—”

So, you made your way to here just to... Criticise an obviously bad book with even more reasoning?

God, he loves you.

”...And, and...” You stutted. Blushing suddenly, you sigh. ”I am so sorry. I shouldn't be dumping that on you.”

Jamil tries his best to offer you a rare smile of his.

”Oh, but I am interested now. Would you mind continue telling me about this book?” He can't help but notice how cutely your eyes lit up. ”But not here, obviously. Please, let's go. I will find a quieter place for you.”

...Seems, like all his luck was saved just for this moment to happen, because you actually follow him, continuing your blabbering.

What a beautiful day it is.

Rook Hunt. 💜

— You are his favourite opera singer! When Rook sees you for the first time, he is in awe. Your beauty, your voice — it is everything. He knows, just from the first sight, that he will be a Phantom of Opera for your Christine;

— He buys the best, and I must stay, the most expensive places for your opera, but keeps himself hidden away for a while. Doesn't need to be seen, he is in his studying sessions;

— Rook is not pleased if you are not a leading singer. He will make everything for this fact to change in future. Would giggle if overhears you saying how lucky you are... If you want him to be your luck, then so be it;

— When Rook is sure that his work more or less done, and he is ready, he will finally meet with you personally.

•

”It is a shame I never noticed you before,” you shake your head, cheeks darkened from the amount of complements you had heard in past ten minutes. ”And you've been here for me from my debut? I am so flattered...”

A boy in front of you smiles eagerly, pressing another warm kiss on the back of your hand.

”Ah, mon inspiration, it is me who is blessed and grateful for being able to witness something so beautiful and generous... The rise of the angel of Opera, indeed!”

His eyes are shining with a pure awe. You almost squirm, when Rook falls on his knees, cheek pressing to your well-kissed hand. You are fighting a wish to caress his cheek just as you do with your cat at home.

”If Gods ever existed, at least one of them, it must be you, their last creation, a gift for dying civilisation!”

”Ah, Rook,” you giggle, getting more and more shy with each second. ”Please... Maybe, you want to... See with me later? Beyond these walls? I mean... Don't get me wrong, of course, it is just...”

It might be a risky movement, you know. Yet, you can't help but feel attracted to the person, who stares at you as if you are the Creator yourself.

”I would be more than glad, mon ange,” his voice becomes quieter, yet, a little more nervous. ”I love that one café in front of this opera, if you care to know. I often order there their special drink... The fall of the Devil, isn't it?”

You blink in surprise.

”That is my favourite, too!” You exclaim enthusiastically.

”Really?” Somehow, he doesn't really look surprised. ”Well, then, after getting drinks, we, perhaps, could see the Art Gallery... Had you ever seen a whole room dedicated to the minerals from different countries? It is my favourite one.”

Your chest warms.

”Mine too!”

You hope it doesn't look like you try to impress him by mirroring his answers, but it is really this way.

Seems, like Rook just knows everything you love!

”I feel like we are a perfect match, mon destin.”

And, somehow, you can't disagree.

Lilia Vanrouge. 💚

— This man is hard to impress... But, you are his favourite... Psychologist. Alright, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I think, considering the fact that he was the general for a long time, never caring about human emotions before, and then suddenly adopted three idiots, and that with having his own trauma, he takes a great interest in the psychology;

— So, when he accidentally finds your account, where you speak of different problems, navigate people through theirs, and merely discussing different situations in the world from the point of psychology, he dives in;

— I don't think that Lilia goes on appointment, though. I think, he masters psychology through your channel, instead. He is such a self-taught and crazy-ass talented person;

— When you are invited to work as a school psychologist in the NRC, since Crowley realised that overbolts might or might not be because of lacking a one, Lilia is actually really excited. And he doesn't hide it!

•

”Seeing how mature you are, how healthy you analyse all these situations with overbolted students,” you make a small sip of tea, smirking shortly, ”I can't help but feel slightly proud of myself.”

Lilia laughs quietly, extending you more chocolate muffins that he obtained from the cafeteria just for you.

Since from the first day, two of you became a great friends. And, though, of course, it is you who should take care of him—since he is a student as well—Lilia yet can't help but worry about how much you work, skipping meals constantly, because, apparently, everyone wants your help.

”You are great at what you are doing, Y/n-sama,” he smiles mischievously.

Though both of you are quite old, centuries of life long ago left behind, there is a certain childishness inside of you, that you prefer to call a healthy life enjoyment. A term that Lilia now uses every time when someone tries to lecture him about being too immature.

”Thank you, thank you, Lilia-kun,” you bow your head jokingly. ”But, seriously, I need a proper schedule with all of these kids. But they just can't stop coming... I don't know what is so traumatising about this school, honestly. It is about lessons?”

Lilia laughs.

”Maybe. I mean, my genuine wish to start a massacre returns sometimes, when headmaster comes on our lessons...”

You smack him slightly, chuckling softly.

”I see, now. Honestly, after meetings with him, I too, search for the professional help...”

As both of you laugh, Lilia watches you relaxing eventually.

Ah, who would've thought that a person who helped him unconsciously once, would eventually became his friend?.. What a crazy world he lives in!

[cobaltperun]

Woe out the Storm (5) - Beast

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 4.6k

-I'm not hiding from this, I’m fighting with this beast inside-

Somehow Weems figured assigning you to Weathervane, of all the places she could have assigned you to, would be a good choice. As if you didn’t electrocute Galpin the last time you talked to him. You would have been fine with anything, but no, you had to work with Galpin so Weems could have her coffee or whatever she drank and keep an eye on you. If she asked for coffee and you had the chance to make it for her, you'd make sure to put salt instead of sugar.

"No luck with my assignment. I got Weathervane. What did you get?" you glanced over Wednesday's shoulder. "Uriah's Heap? You know, I actually think you'd like it if you didn't need The Pilgrim World," before Wednesday could respond Enid ran up to the two of you with a wide grin on her face.

"I got Pilgrim World!" she exclaimed, shaking you slightly from her excitement. "I do have natural people skills and a love for performing, so kind of an obvi choice!"

"Great, trade with me so I can trade with Wednesday. Unless you want Uriah's Heap," you grinned, offering your assignment paper to Enid.

"Ewww, no!" Enid glanced at your assignment and seemed to think it over. "Weathervane is fine, but what are you two up to?" she winked at you and you couldn't help but frown, remembering how Enid decided that you had a crush on Wednesday. That was probably what won her over and convinced her to trade with you.

"I need to get into Pilgrim World," Wednesday explained as you and Enid traded assignments, and then her and you traded as well. She looked pleased, or as pleased as Wednesday could be, that things were going her way.

"Anyway, I'm off to make sure you," you pointed a finger at Enid as you took several steps back. "Get a chance with Ajax," you grinned at her enthusiastic squeal and a quick hug.

"You're the best, Y/N!" she exclaimed.

~X~

“So,” Enid began as she took a step closer to Wednesday and clasped her hands behind her back. “You and Y/N?” she asked with a teasing grin on her face, even if she knew she was playing with fire, or well, hellfire in this case.

Wednesday, however, looked confused. “What?” she questioned and Enid sighed, nodding and looking over to you as you talked with Ajax and Xavier.

She felt sorry for you, falling for Wednesday Addams of all people. At least she wasn’t the only one who saw something. Thing opened up a bit about Wednesday tolerating you more than he expected, so, that was a good start.

She’d, however, just cheer from the sidelines because Wednesday was a bit too scary for Enid to get directly involved.

And, well, she knew you wouldn’t be all that happy about that either and she did not want to risk getting both of you mad. Wednesday might kill her, but you could probably think of some way to get a payback.

~X~

If you had to say one thing about Uriah's Heap it would be that it was certainly more welcoming to outcasts than most places in the town. Also, you got lucky. Ajax got Uriah's Heap, Xavier got Weathervane and convincing Ajax he didn't want to get electrocuted in case of a storm was easy. Xavier was fine with anything as long as he got to avoid Galpin. One of the rare few things you and Xavier agreed on.

"You're not going to blow this whole place up if there's a storm, right?" Xavier asked as the two of you dusted the shelves,

You paused, smirking. "Scared, Thorpe?"

"Can you blame me?" he asked with the tiniest hint of teasing in his voice. "There's nowhere to hide here."

You rolled your eyes at that, but before you could respond the bell rang and both of you looked to the doors to see Wednesday walking in. She looked around, her eyes finally zeroing in on you.

"Wednesday!" Xavier's face immediately lit up. "I thought you were supposed to be at Pilgrim World?"

"I deserted it while my sanity was still intact," she said dismissively and pulled out a map as she approached you. "The old meeting house, the one from 1600s, do you know where it is?"

You nodded. "Cobham Woods," you pointed a finger at the spot on the map. "Right around here," frankly, you were annoyed you didn't remember it when you recognized Crackstone.

"Come on, I need to check it out," she was already turning around to leave.

You grinned, grabbing your backpack off the floor and going after her.

"Wait, what about the storm?! You could hurt Wednesday if it starts while you're outside!" Xavier went outside after the two of you.

Wednesday was the one to stop and address him. "I have no reason to fear a bit of lightning," she stated and you weren’t sure whether to be annoyed or impressed.

But seriously? A bit of lightning? The nerve of her.

Xavier lifted his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just trying to help you!"

"Go back inside and make sure Weems doesn't realize Y/N isn't there if you want to help," she didn't even wait for his answer. She just turned around once again and left.

The moment the two of you were out of Xavier's sight you sped up a bit and while walking a bit ahead of her turned to look at her. "A bit of lightning? Really? I can't decide whether to prove you wrong or be thankful for what you said," you shook your head, genuinely offended by her words.

"Prove me wrong," she didn't even blink, just sped up her pace.

“What do I do with this girl?” you sighed, she was trouble, but you were still drawn to her.

~X~

When the two of you reached what was left of the old meeting house it didn't take being a raiju to know you had to hurry. The sky was clouded, and while you were sure it was exactly the way Wednesday preferred it, you were worried about the upcoming rain.

"I'll check around, maybe there was something around here other than the meeting house," you said, after all, Wednesday could take care of any potential danger that was inside the decrepit house. And she had Thing, and if all of that wasn’t enough you were fast. She just nodded so the two of you split apart, her heading into the house and you going around it.

You weren't even sure what you were expecting. It's been almost four hundred years, if there was anything around the house to begin with it was gone. Well, with that monster lurking around it wasn't the worst idea to check the immediate surroundings. Still, you didn't find anything aside from occasional fast food paper bag. You heard commotion and saw a man running away. Well, at least Wednesday was having more fun than you were.

"I'd rather dye my hair pick than ask my mother for help," you heard her say when you slipped inside the meeting house.

"Why not both?" you offered with a grin as you looked around. There really was nothing here, you heard police had to clear the place out fairly often, but this was in awful condition. "No luck?"

You ignored the daggers she was glaring into the side of your skull. Knowing Wednesday it probably wasn't daggers, but some massive drill turning your brain into mush...

"No. There's nothing here," she sighed.

Thing scratched at one of the fallen wooden pillars.

"Oh, you want me to prove it to you?" she touched a pillar. "No," she went over to the wall to her right and placed both of her palms on it. "Nothing," she said.

You had to turn your head to the side to hide a small smirk. She was being dramatic, and it was quite possibly the best thing you have seen since coming to Nevermore. You'd have to get Thing a hand lotion or something just for this.

"Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight," she even faked a tiny bit of excitement as she lifted up a paper Taco bell bag and shook it, throwing her head back with a hum.

Forget possibly, Wednesday being unnecessarily dramatic and theatrical was the best thing you saw since coming to Nevermore. Period.

"My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks," she sighed, annoyed at wasting all this time and somehow her snark and frustration made it all even better. “Wipe that smile off your face or I’ll drop a bucket of water on you,” she threatened.

Your eyes widened and you swept your hand in front of your mouth, showing a completely serious expression, even though it was difficult to restrain the small tugs on the corners of your lips. You moved to the side, letting her go through the doors first, but as she touched the handle she froze, her head snapped back, and she began falling.

"Wednesday!" you caught her before she hit the ground and looked at Thing. "Is this how she is during visions?" you asked. You never saw Wednesday have one, you wouldn't even know if Wednesday didn't explain why you were looking for that book Rowan had and how she knew what it looked like. Looking at it from that perspective, considering the fact that she did tell you about her visions when apparently no one but Thing knew, maybe she did trust you, even if it was a tentative trust at best at this point.

Thing signed a 'yes' and you lowered Wednesday to the ground. You weren't sure if she should be moved while she had these visions. You watched her, noticing that her face relaxed completely, and instead of the permanent serious expression you had the rare opportunity of seeing Wednesday at her most relaxed. You saw that same expression when she passed out after Rowan was killed, but now it felt a bit more intimate, if only a bit the two of you were closer than you were that night.

And then the first drop of rain fell on you. "Shit!" you cursed, getting back on your feet and stepping outside the meeting house. The rain immediately started pouring and as the lightning began flashing through the sky you knew you had to get further away. "Keep watching over Wednesday! I need to stay away from you two!" you yelled.

You only knew one thing as the rain soaked through your clothes. This wasn't going to end well for you. Your body, already soaked by the rain was threatening to discharge lightning as the constant downpour lowered your ability to restrain yourself and then a lightning struck a nearby tree and your eyes turned red involuntarily. Your body turned to lightning as you zapped up, barely able to influence the direction your body was zapping toward.

~X~

The vision Wednesday was having was like no other she experienced, it wasn't a flash of the future or fragmented moments from the past. She was seeing the entire event that happened in the old meeting house. She saw the girl, who she now knew was named Goody Addams, be declared a witch and thrown into the meeting house by Joseph Crackstone. She saw the building being set on fire while dozens of outcasts were shackled to the floor. She was now seeing Goody trying to release her mother.

"There is no time, child. Leave me, save yourself! He's chained us all to the floor!" Goody's mother spoke as the outcasts cried, panicked as the heat became noticeable. It wouldn't be long before the flames engulfed the building.

"I shan't leave without you," Goody refused, still trying to free her mother.

"Run! Avenge us and save out future! Raiju!" Goody's mother cried out and Wednesday's eyes widened slightly. "Raiju, wake up! Take Goody away from here!"

Wednesday watched as Goody turned to the male near the middle of the group. He looked a bit older than Goody, with messy blonde hair, with a pained grunt he got up to his knees, his eyes turning blue.

"Diego!" the relief in Goody's voice seemed to be fleeting as she, and Wednesday along with her, realized he had a gaping wound in his chest.

With a battle cry, the lightning burnt through his shackles, leaving burns on his wrists and ankles but setting him free. Wednesday watched in awe as the man stumbled away from the outcasts, which also meant closer to Wednesday, and shifted in a burst of lightning, a blue wolf appearing where he was. The beast was huge, bigger than the biggest wolves Wednesday had ever seen. It was maybe four or five inches shorter than Wednesday, while on all fours. There was lightning emerging from its body, from the back, the legs, and the eyes, it truly looked as if the beast was made of lightning. The wounds on its human body were no longer visible, but it was in pain nonetheless as it growled like a wounded beast. But then the lightning faded and in a blink of an eye it tossed Goody onto its back and blasted a hole in the roof with a burst of lightning from its mouth. Goody grabbed onto its neck, clinging onto it as it jumped through the hole on roof.

The smoke engulfed Wednesday and she began coughing as the scenery around her changed. It looked more like a forest, but she couldn't tell because of the fog.

"He won't stop until he's killed us all!" Goody emerged from the fog, the wolf limping close behind her.

It began growling as it stepped behind Wednesday, clearly aware of something that was coming.

"He's here," Goody realized as Crackstone appeared.

"There will be no escape for you!" for the first time Wednesday felt fear as she looked into his eyes, and she stumbled back, falling to the ground.

"Use the raiju!" she heard Goody's voice as her vision came to an end.

Wednesday's eyes snapped open, and she sat up, looking around for Thing and you. She saw Thing standing near her, but you weren't anywhere close to her. She could smell the burnt wood though. "Thing, Thing I saw her, the girl from my visions! Her name is Goody Addams and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago," she then realized rain was falling and she got up. "Where's Y/N?" granted, she didn't know much about raiju, but from what you said and common logic she understood you shouldn’t be in the rain.

Thing gestured outside and Wednesday quickly stepped out and saw you. You were breathing heavily, back against the tree trunk that was cracked open, red sparks crackling around you, and with a cry that sounded a lot like thunder, you zapped into a nearby tree, breaking it in two before you zapped back to where you were before. You landed on your knees and with a muffled groan leaned against the tree once again. Wednesday took her surroundings in. Almost all the trees near the ruined meeting house were either cracked or destroyed, and each one of them was smoking despite the heavy rain that was falling.

"Took you long enough," you gritted out, looking at Wednesday with fierce, red eyes.

On some level Wednesday knew you were strong. It was hard to imagine lightning not being strong, but she had to admit she underestimated just how strong you'd be. Against Rowan you were clearly holding back because if you hit him with lightning you would have seriously injured him, maybe even killed him if you put enough power behind the attack. Why you didn’t do that was a question Wednesday didn’t have a clear enough of an answer. Either way she guessed she was proven wrong. And you weren't even in the actual lightning beast form.

She wanted to see it. The kind of destruction that could be caused if you weren't restraining yourself. She stepped closer to you, not for a moment worried about the lightning you were surrounded with. In fact, that lightning encouraged her to approach even further. She's never been struck by an actual lightning before, she wondered if it was different from the electric chair or electroshock therapy.

"What are you doing?!" you shouted, lightning that crackled around you intensified, but Wednesday still approached. "Wednesday, don't," you should have known by now she was too stubborn to listen to you. She was intrigued and she wanted answers. And as much as he hated to admit it, she didn’t find just your powers intriguing.

"You said you wanted to prove me wrong," she taunted, aiming to get you to comply with her unspoken demand, but you zapped to one of the trees, even as out of control as you were, you managed to keep hold on the tree. It sizzled under your palms.

"Not like this," you groaned, pressing your forehead against the tree trunk.

Climbing after you would be a futile waste of effort. You'd just zap down. "Let's get going before Weems hangs both of us," she suggested. She could see you nodding and figured you would come down, instead you just zapped to a random tree in the direction of the town. For a moment Wednesday thought you were in control, but then you took a hard left turn, grunting as you hit the tree.

There was something else you were suppressing here, it wasn't just lightning. Sure, you were suppressing the lightning as well, you didn't want to harm her or Thing, but given what she saw in her vision, you were more than likely stopping the shift into the beast.

If she didn't want to see it and what it could do, she might even be tempted to compliment your self-control.

~X~

When you came back to Jericho and you unfortunately stumbled into Weems, and you cursed your luck as you leaned against a wall. You felt it heating up and groaned as you pushed your body away from it.

“You two… I have no words, get in my car, I’m taking you back to Nevermore to get changed!” she was red in the face from the anger, and you already knew you were both in for a detention at best. You didn’t care much though, you just barely managed to get to her car and sit in the back seat as Wednesday sat next to Weems.

“Do you two have any idea how ashamed I was when I had to tell the mayor that I lost sight of a raiju, that caused problems before, when there was a storm outside?!” she demanded, rushing toward Nevermore.

You would usually respond, but right now you were busy keeping control over your lightning. Though the fact that you discharged quite a bit of it helped a lot. And now that you were in a dry place your body heat made you dry faster.

“Your priorities never fail to amaze me,” Wednesday snarked and you could imagine the glares on each of their faces.

“I prioritize the good of our entire school, Miss Addams,” Weems retorted angrily.

“By making an even bigger outcast of one of your students? As you can see not a single spark hurt me, and I’ve been with Y/N since it started raining,” you were surprised Wednesday was defending you like this, it felt good.

Weems gritted her teeth, but remained silent, instead just huffing and driving back to Nevermore. When she parked as close to Ophelia Hall as she could her instructions were clear. “Wednesday, go take a shower and change. I want you back in my car in half an hour, you hear me. And Y/N, do not leave your room!” she ordered and you looked at her incredulously.

“You want her to take a shower in our room while there’s a storm outside?!” you exclaimed, but Weems just glared at you.

“You clearly didn’t electrocute her in the rain, deal with it,” Weems just snapped at you and you knew there was no point in arguing here, you just huffed and went to your room with Wednesday.

You managed not to zap Wednesday when she came out of the shower, and she left while you stayed in the room, resting and reading a book. You only later heard about what her and Thing did, which was also why Wednesday was in Weems’ office for quite a while. When she came back your eyes just met and she went to her table to start her writing hour as Enid got ready for her date with Ajax.

"Too much?" you heard Enid asking and glanced just for a moment before pulling the book up once again. You were glad Enid got her date with Ajax and you'd be a good roommate and hurt him if he ever hurt Enid, but you were staying out of any preparations Enid was having at the moment.

"Wednesday?" she turned to Wednesday now that she figured you weren't going to help.

Wednesday sighed. "I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid," there was no need to see Wednesday's expression, you knew she was done from just one glance at the colorful shirt in Enid's hands.

"So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD, I mean I didn't even get to do my dance routine!" Enid complained, mostly to Wednesday.

"What a tragedy," Wednesday said with so much sarcasm dripping from her voice you almost glanced to the floor to see if it was flooding the room.

"What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event," Enid asked no one in particular.

Wednesday stopped typing for a bit. "You're going to be late," she eventually said and went back to typing.

"Wish me luck!" Enid exclaimed.

"Good luck!" you pumped your fist up toward her.

"If he breaks your heart I'll nail-gun his," Wednesday said, causing you to nearly drop your book as Enid left the room.

"Aww, that's sweet, you do care!" the moment those words left your mouth you wondered if you had a death wish. The moment you couldn't hear the typewriter you instinctively lowered your book just enough to take a peek at your surroundings. It looked like everything was fine. Until you saw a glimmer of a blade slicing through the darkness and you yelped as the knife lodged itself into the wooden board right next to your head.

"Too bad, I missed you," Wednesday commented evenly.

"Wednesday, what the fuck?!" you cried out, your heart beating way too fast for your liking. Actually, that was wrong. Considering that knife nearly split your skull open you were liking the way your heart was beating very much. "How did you even throw the knife like that?!" it curved! Basically took a ninety-degree turn! "Where did you even keep it?!" actually that was probably a stupid question.

"Refrain from unnecessary assumptions," she actually sounded bored when she said it, as if she didn't just throw a knife at you.

"You don't have to tell me twice," you couldn't even hide beneath the covers, in case she had another brilliant idea.

Ten minutes later, when you were sure no other knives would come flying through the room, you slowly pulled the knife Wednesday threw at you out. It was beautiful, a black blade perfect for throwing in the dark, but the handle... It felt so good in your hand, easy to grip and wield, comfortable, and good for throwing, slicing, or stabbing. The edge of the blade had white wave-like patterns, and the handle had white lines running horizontally across it. Simple, but there was beauty in it.

Another ten minutes passed before Wednesday stopped typing and stood up, soon enough she entered your part of the room. You didn't pay much attention to that, the bathroom was connected to your part of the room. She didn't open the doors though, instead, she approached you and held her hand out.

You sat up and crossed your legs, carefully observing the open palm before grinning and giving Wednesday a low five before she could even register what just happened. The flabbergasted look on her face as she looked at her hand, as if offended by what just happened made everything, even the dangerous glint in her eyes as she looked you in the eyes, worth it.

"Hand over the knife," she seethed, but you were too far gone to back away and let her win this.

"Nope. You threw it at me. It's mine now," you couldn't wipe the grin off your face, even if you knew every second Wednesday spent looking at it might bring her closer to the point of no safe return. And you'd be paying for the ticket back. Probably in your blood, or something like that.

"Y/N," she warned, taking a step closer so her knees were touching your bed.

"It's my lucky knife now, back off," you clutched the knife to your chest.

Thing got between you two, trying to prevent any bloodshed from occurring.

"Thing, move," Wednesday ordered, glaring at you.

Thing refused, pleading for your life. You weren't sure whether to feel touched or like he was being overdramatic. Probably the combination.

"She won't hurt me, Thing," you declared boldly.

Wednesday's eyebrow twitched. "What makes you so sure of that?"

"I win if you do," getting her so riled up that she would actually attack you felt like a win in your book. After all, that would be like Wednesday admitting you got to her. Wednesday was proud, she answered violence with violence and words with words, not words with violence. She wouldn't attack you. Not really. Even the knife she threw was meant to miss you. You were still very impressed with her aim.

You could hear Wednesday gritting her teeth, but she didn't attack you. And then an idea came to your head. One that was even worse than keeping the knife. "Would you come to the dance with me?" you asked.

"What dance?" well, at least Wednesday didn't immediately shut that idea down.

"Rave'N, a school dance. Next weekend," you felt like you were pulling teeth with how difficult it was to say each word. "Come with me, Wednesday," somehow the words that should have been the hardest to say came out without a hitch.

Wednesday took a step back, and you were sure she would shut the idea down. "Why?"

"Why not?" to you it really was that simple. And as spontaneous as it was you didn't think there was anyone else you'd go with.

"What do I get out of it?" you could work with these questions.

"Not your knife back," you grinned at her annoyance. "A chance to irritate Weems and/or Thornhill by not matching the theme of the dance. An okay night with your favorite raiju. What more could you ask for?"

"You're the only raiju I know," she argued much to your amusement.

"Exactly! So, what do you say? Will you go to the dance with me?" you relaxed and leaned back against the wall. The worst Wednesday could say was no, right?

She remained silent, her gaze searching for any signs of deception or anything of that nature. "Fine," she didn't say anything else, she just turned around and went back to her part of the room.

You couldn't suppress the grin that was now on your face. You didn't even try to really, as you slipped under the covers and closed your eyes. You missed Wednesday glancing back at you, clearly more than a little puzzled by your behavior.

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[allietaylorsversionsblog]

I see your TS seasonal charting and I raise you TS full Gregorian calendar charting:

January - reputation

Its awful and cold and dark in January, so I think we all go into hiding a little during this time. But if you’re lucky, you’ve got that person you’re in hiding with… plus NYD. Obvi Rep coded 🖤

February - TTPD

All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February. Enough said. If you’re going to have a psychotic breakdown, February is the month to do it. 🖋️

March - Debut

To me Debut is pure spring. It’s youth, it’s creativity and girlhood budding like a flower, it’s innocent and naive. It’s bright clear days, but without any of the heat. 🩵

April - Speak Now

Speak Now is also spring to me, but with a little more maturity. There’s April showers here (Innocent, Back to December, Dear John) but still a world of flowers and hope (Enchanted, Ours, Sparks Fly, etc) 🪻

May - TS12

PURE THEORY but what if TS12 was the epitome of May… happiness, love, coming out of the worst times and being reminded of beautiful days again.. just a thought! It’s been awhile since a record like spring imo

June - Lover

Idc what the people say, Lover is still romantic to me, and June is personally the most romantic month to me. June is full of excitement and optimism for plans coming to life. That being said, there’s glimmer of a heat that you fear is going to be cruel… ultimate Lover vibes. 💕

July - 1989

4th of July, being in your 20’s in the city with your friends, over exposure from the sun glaring down on you, waves crashing on the shore… it’s undeniably July 🗽🌊

August - folklore

DUH!! August is warm and mystical and makes you want to frolic through a forest while you still can. 🪶

September - Fearless

Fearless is back to high school, Friday night football, the sound of lockers slamming shut, the warm summer lingering but fall promising it’s about to come. I see a lot of people put Fearless in spring but personally I think they just get confused with Debut. 📔 🏉

October - Red

The most fall that ever fell. Autumn leaves falling like pieces into place. Chai tea cookies. This is canon and doesn’t need explanation 🍁

November - Evermore

Gray November. Evermore is fall cozy with the winter frost’s bite. You wish you could hold on to the colorful beauty but there’s something frigid and bleak you can’t keep at bay. Also, a month and holiday that gets overshadowed by a domineering close by rival (cough cough) 🍂

December - Midnights

Midnights is the hardest for me to map directly but ultimately I chose December. Midnights is all about reflection so the close of the year makes sense to me, when we’re all looking back and taking stock before making any big changes and resolutions. Theres something twinkling and fun there (it’s not the reputation black out), but is still a cold winter night. ✨

[trash-magics-blog]

Adopting a kitten/puppy with them and how'd they react pt. 2‼️

Last time was with Soap, Ghost and Gaz so in this will be Alejandro, Rudy, Captain Price and Konig (all fluff obvi, just a cute lil time)

1. Captain John Price

*he is so 🤤*

You and John adopt a beagle puppy and you guys name him copper(generic but I just couldn't get the thought put of my head). You and John had been married for about 3 years now and you both had your own little schedule and one night on the movie night you guys had set up, you and him decided to watch The Fox and The Hound. John loved the movie and it gave him the bright idea to get a beagle puppy and name him copper! John had surprised you one day by bringing him home and also bringing you a bouquet of roses, John loved spoiling you any chance he got. As the days went on, Copper quickly became the leader of the house, he trotted around happily and just did his own thing. He would also go with John and you anywhere, he liked standing in the bed of John's truck and feeling the wind flap his ears around being a happy lil dog.

2. Alejandro Vargas

You and Ale adopt a Rottweiler puppy and you guys name her Lola. You and Alejandro were venturing around Las Almas and you guys came upon a vendor who was selling some type of food but also had Lola outside on a leash wrapped around a post and you started to play with her and bond with her while Alejandro was talking with the vendor. You and lola were just the best of friends and you dreaded leaving her behind, lucky for you though Alejandro and the vendor noticed how much fun you and lola were having and the vendor told Alejandro he can have the puppy for free, he smiled and thanked the vendor and still gave him 20 dollars just cause. "Let's go Mi Amor" he called, waiting for you with his hands in his pockets, you said bye to lola and started to leave her but then Alejandro questioned "Aren't you gonna bring your little Amiga?" You looked confused at first but then he nodded and gave you a smile that let you know lola was yours, you were overjoyed to bring her home and Alejandro loved seeing you so happy, he also grew quite fond of lola.

3. Roldolfo Parra

*love him sm*

You and Rudy Adopt 2 kittens and name them Max and Flower. Max is a little orange kitten and Flower is a black and white kitten. Both of the kittens showed up outside yours and Rudy's door and at first you were just feeding them little pieces of meat until they both came inside and you and Rudy just went with it. You guys and the kittens lay around a lot and kinda just chill with each other,they like to hang around with you guys in the kitchen while you either cook and clean and they also you came up with the name Flower because on Flowers side she had a slight flower shaped mark and it just fit. Rudy had to take a couple days to come up with Max, he just couldn't think of any like, "perfect" names and one day he just started calling him Max. The kittens made you and Rudy their people, they were always around you guys no matter what and they completed your little family.

4.

*AUGH😩😩 he is so cutie patootie*

You and Konig adopt a Newfoundland puppy and name him Capone. Konig brought him after seeing one of those sad commercials about the puppies and kittens, it almost made him cry so he needed to get at least one to make him feel better he said. You were laying on the couch about to fall asleep and all of a sudden your bombarded with an excited puppy and Konig laughing at the puppy's actions, at first you were a little iffy about the whole thing but you quickly grew very fond of Capone. He was a quirky little puppy but he suited you and Konig, Konig often brought Capone with him wherever he went if you were busy cause it made him less anxious to be out alone and you and Capone would cuddle on the couch and take naps a lot which Konig adored to see after coming home, it made him feel like he did the right choice in bringing Capone home.

A/N: Sorry this took forever, I've been traveling a lot but, I do plan to do 2 more things, one with Rudy cause I'm in a Rudy phase😩 and the other just stating what Im comfy with writing and fandoms I'm gonna write for ect... But thank you for reading!!

[princeblue]

I'm the same one that asked about Kokushibo in the femya murder siblings au, but how did Sanemi react to seeing Yorrichi, Kokushibo/Michikatsu's twin. Because they sure do look similar

Pre killing kokushibou: he’s very staggered, in my murderer siblings fanfic I found it very hard to balance sanemi’s general thirst for blood and the adrenaline of killing vs. his main goal being protecting Genya and everything and everyone being labeled away as “threat” to varying levels of degrees.

So his initial reaction, especially if he thinks Yoriichi is kokushibo, is like all the other ones: “what does he want with her, how can I dismantle him if I need to, how and when can I kill him”

But after he realizes it’s Yoriichi and not Kokushibou I think Sanemi settles down a little more, from his relationship with Kagaya, Sanemi in this verse specifically is willing and capable to hold respect and love for other people even if it’s not nearly to the same extent as the affections he holds for his sister obvi. So I think he’d look at Yoriichi and feel respect and maybe even some awe for the man and leave him be, especially knowing that he’s been reincarnated to have the life he deserves after almost wholly dismantling Muzan and helping strengthen the core to the point they could one day kill Muzan.

—

After killing kokushibou:

Sanemi would be extremely nervous seeing Yoriichi, he knows the man is far more intelligent than most people give credit for, that and if it came down to Yoriichi vs. Sanemi in any life, Sanemi knows Yoriichi would more than likely defeat him. Even trying to jump the man is extremely risky in this instance, so I imagine Sanemi would give it time and pack him and Genya up and leave. It’s not out of cowardice, and it’s really the smartest decision he could make.

And the reason I say this is because I imagine Yoriichi would not stop at anything to find his brothers murderer whether or not it’s kokushibou who has reincarnated or if it’s Michikatsu.

(There’s a difference to me over the two and I’d be happy to explain that somewhere else)

And Sanemi is just very very lucky in this scenario that he has his past life’s memories stuck in his head to know Yoriichi is not the person to cross. Unfortunately for Yoriichi, he does not have that same fortune although I believe he would suspect Sanemi anyway. But Sanemi just could not handle the idea of Kokushibou/Michikatsu walking around, “clean of his sins” while Sanemi has to wake up every day with the image of the demon killing his sister seared into his mind.

So he makes one of his worst mistakes and kills him, doesn’t matter if he was innocent in this modern world, to Sanemi he was nothing more than another face on the chopping block and god be damned if he were not going to fulfill his duty.

[soshiharin]

better than this world tour: seoul

SETLIST

STYLING

CELEBS IN ATTENDANCE

— snsd’s taeyeon, hyoyeon, yuri, sooyoung, yoona

— twice’s nayeon, momo, jihyo, and sana

— red velvet’s irene, seulgi

— lee dongwook

— yoo jaesuk

— jung hoyeon

— sunmi

— boa

— shinee

— kany

— kim soohyun

— aespa

— yoo inna

— mijoo

— lee chaeyeon

— chuu

— after school’s kahi

— shinee’s minho

— stayc’s sumin, yoon, and j

— kara’s gyuri and nicole

— billie eilish

— blackpink’s jennie

HIGHLIGHTS

— in case anyone was wondering why she’s the nation’s style icon… behold

— the pporappipam intro went crazy

— and the performance ateeee

— they obvi liked like a witch and love me like

— it was a given

— secret love song is a slay everyday

— and it was her first i got lucky performance in korea since 2017

— and the couples are obvi singing along during my only love (she might’ve been staring at a certain someone’s section during this song🤭🤭🤭)

— now bother me… did anyone say cunt?

— especially with that dress!

— bite & chew is loved by all

— they love you make me happy and bye

— everybody was swaying along

— better’s outfits are always super comfy

— and everyone LOVES that song

— during ment 3, she gestured at a fan

— “i’ve been performing bye bye for four months and this is the first time i’ve ever seen someone sobbing during it. are you okay?”

— love a girl right had the girlies shouting!!

— like woah

— all rise for the national anthem, the solo debuted that topped all other solo debuts, the man, the myth, the legend, GOTTA GO!!!!

— the fanchants were LOUDDDDD

— everyone remembers where they were when that song dropped

— and bad ending 😮‍💨😮‍💨

— little missy was still snacking on fruits😭😭

— and the fanboys were back!

— fanboys: OUR HARIN WHO SHINES BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN, OUR HARIN WHO SINGS MORE HEAVENLY THAN SIRENS, OUR HARIN WHO LOOKS MORE RADIANT THAN APHRODITE

— and she just stood there like 🧍🧍🤭

— and then it was time for plastic off the sofa

— she was highkey shocked that they really wanted to hear that song live

— and her fave underwater

— and dangerous woman

— her dress for the encore stage is extravagant bcs its the last concert

— melt and in the bed ate as per usual

— her ending ment was so sweet

— harin: and just like that, the first world tour is over. thank you for coming to the show, i hope you enjoyed it. it’s been very fun performing in different cities with different crowds and i’m very glad the last concert is in seoul. we have two more songs to sing, so the concert isn’t over yet so stop whining

— very lovely sunny and hello, sunset performances

— it was just amazing

— then she said goodbye :(

— but the crowd was NOT having it

— she was backstage taking her mic off when the crowd started chanting “ENCORE, ENCORE, ENCORE” and she was just like… “okay then🤷”

— and she went back onstage and performed gotta go but she made the crowd do most of the singing bcs they forced her to sing again

— THEN it was goodnight fr this time

©️ jang harin

[its-your-girl-geekerella]

Ladybug and Cat Noir: The Movie

I am fully aware that I never did a review of this movie, so I decided to do one for the 1-year (Netflix release) anniversary(more or less; I'm a few days behind)!

I also wish to apologize to my audience who originally started following me for my Miraculous content. I haven't really been in the fandom lately, so...

There's not much I can say about this movie that you haven't heard over the past year or so, but here are my little thoughts:

I love the animation, it's gorgeous, OBVI.

The songs were mostly phenomenal, though I can't wrap my head around the fact that they DIDN'T let Cristina sing. My faves were "Courage In Me", "You Are Ladybug", and "If I Believed In Me", with "Stronger Together" close behind.

I'm kind of mad at the fact that they took away Ladybug's ONE power, Lucky Charm. It makes it seem like she's only truly helpful at the end of a battle. SPEAKING of which:

They made Chat Noir very useful in this movie, and I appreciated it! They spent an equal amount of time on Marinette's life-- her being Ladybug and all-- as they did with Adrien--since, ya know, his DAD is the villain and he's pining and all the drama that has to do with HIM. This is something that Astruc seems to have forgotten in the series, so I appreciate Zag literally improving upon everything.

I'm sincerely upset at the loss of certain concepts. Like, are we NEVER going to see this dress, in the show OR the movies?!

Also the loss of "Ce Mur Qui Nous Separe", aka "The Wall Between Us". I have been waiting for that song specifically to be animated for YEARS, and Zag just... threw it away!

6. I did enjoy, however, the way certain Miraculous songs are utilized and put into motifs throughout the movie. You all know how much of a music buff I am, so this was really important to me. Obviously, you have "The Last Dance(Cat Noir's Broken Heart)" used in "Stronger Together", but "The Wall Between Us" is also sampled a couple times. If y'all want to know where, I guess I can make a separate post.

Happy Anniversary, Zag!

[thesupreme316]

Hey boo! My birthday is this Saturday, May 6th, and I was wondering if you could possibly write some birthday smexy time with Ricky Starks for me...?

🥹🥹🥹

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE HOPE IT'S GOING WELL

Birthday Girl (Ricky Starks X Fem!Reader):

Word Count: 750

Summary: How Ricky Starks would treat you on your special day

Supreme Speaks: i love ricky starks with his nice handsome ass self. I don't typically write smut or suggestive things but here you go, I hope I did some justice to your imagination. My inbox and requests are open to everyone! P.S.: you are loved and greatly appreciated.

Warnings: Fluff and NSFW (+song recommendation), this author doesn't write smut so please go gentle (that's what she said)

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @hooks-martin @hookerforhook

I, again, don’t write smut so please take it easy on me

Somewhat SFW:

Will definitely wake you up to some sort of surprise

Breakfast in bed, him cooking breakfast in the kitchen

He definitely has an apron that says “Kiss the Cook/Daddy”

Ricky has bouquets (not just one) of roses for you

Has to flex on Instagram so he posts pictures of your evolution or ya’lls relationship

Def will caption it “Happy Birthday to my beautiful girlfriend aka Stroke Mommy! I love you! Love, Stroke Daddy. P.S: There’s a lot in store for tonight ;)”

Now…I have this canon that Ricky will spoil you endlessly so….

After you eat, he will give you more presents and jewelry galore

ANDDDD THE MAN WILL GIVE YOU A FAT BRICK TO SPEND

I mean we talking 2K-5K of bands

“Baby-“

“You will use that entire stack today, and if you don’t there will be consequences”

“Consequences or rewards? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

“-_-Get out of my sight”

He’ll tell you to go out with the girls, get your nails and hair done, shop at the Chanel and buy two of everything

Ricky is also a man of fashion so he picked out your outfits already

You’re dressed to the 9 for the entire day

And when the evening comes, after you did all your shopping

He’ll make you model everything (everything) you bought

Making those bedroom eyes at you with lust taking over his eyes

After about an hour of trying everything on and giving feedback, Ricky made you put on the final outfit that he had planned for you

He then proceeded to take you out to dinner with your friends and family

You walked into that restaurant with another gigantic bouquet of roses in one arm and your man on the other with a bright ass smile

The dinner went very smoothly and nothing short of a great time

But the night wasn’t over yet, not when Ricky Starks is your boyfriend

NSFW (TURN BACK NOW):

As stated above, the man spoils you already

BUT IN BED

OH JESUS DOES HE SPOIL YOU

AND IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY??? BIATCH YOURE LUCKY

Tonight you aint do no work; so just sit back miss pillow princess

Obvi, Ricky’s a giver

Loves to receive, but he really receives pleasure when he makes you happy

I am also confident that while eating you *out* he’s spelling happy birthday with his tongue

Also loves to hear you scream, never be silent with this man (it boosts his ego)

“Tsk Tsk. Lemme hear you. That’s it baby.”

I cannot see him staying silent in bed, the man will moan and borderline whimper in your ear

Will also say the dirtiest shit in your ear

“Such a good birthday girl. Such a good girl”

Very handsy, touchy-feely, ya’lls hands are never leaving each other

Loves to leave grip marks, bite marks, scratches, and handprints on your body

Im talking about the shoulders, back, hips (that definitely still ache from him pounding you), ass, etc.

Will make you realize why they call him Stroke Daddy (trademarked)

Hard thrusts that would knock the headboard loose

You would try to give some type of repayment but he would cut you off and just continue to thrust harder

If you’re asking me to sum it up, just listen to Nasty (Extended) by Russ

“Good god, look at you. You’re doing such a good job, taking me like this.”

Man isn’t gonna stop until you are literally begging him to stop or until you squirted (I have a great hypothesis about this)

“That’s my birthday girl. Can you give me another one?” 

AFTERCARE IS A MUST

Constantly gives you kisses on your face

Runs you a bath with the works (bubbles, candles lit, etc.)

Does not allow you to do any work and carries you to the tub

Brings you your favorite beverage while you’re sitting in the tub and then he gets in it too

You guys take your time in the tub just telling each other how much ya’ll love each other and what a great it has been (really romantic)

Ricky gives you a kiss before telling you: “For my birthday, you’re gonna have to step it up to top me.”

“Oh I’m gonna top you alright.”

“Y/N!”

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

You know, I'm a lurker here, I used to spend a lot of time on tumblr, loved Choices, specially Open Heart. I also wrote lots of fanfics, with Bryce as MC, and today I logged in and... Can I just say how sad it made me read about Bryce having depression? Sad but also understood, because you read his character so well. Everyone writes him so simple, charming and non-chalant, happy-go-lucky; without realising he has a lot of issues. The thing with his parents it's BIG. The thing with Keiki is real stuff, but everyone writes him as if he just cares about his hair and surgeries, but he's more than that. So you writing about Bryce struggling, having his house a mess and not being able to do anything for it, and having a partner that helps him with it without recriminations... It just... Made my heart swell. It's what my MC would've done, because they have struggled pretty serious too. So. Yeah, thanks for this, for giving him humanity even if he's just a goddamn Choices' character. Bryce deserves the world. Deserves being supported in difficult times, so thank you for showing him in such a true light 🤍

have been screaming over this all morning bc YOU GET IT!!!

"even if he's just a goddamn choices character" THIS IS WHAT I MEAN. he is a short lived character in a mobile story app that is currently in its downfall. but he's the character i, and others, choose to write ab. choose to create for nearly every day. even though he IS just a choices character, what he represents, to me, is more than that. his character had so much potential (more than pb probs meant to give him) and like. i needed to do something w it

i am the first person to say a character has to have some good trauma for me to truly enjoy them, and he is exactly that. he has a fucked up family and somehow he came out of that "unscathed"? like all he is is a pretty surfer boy w good hair and obnoxious confidence? no!! that is coping baybeee. he is literally hated by so many people in canon and truly does not have many close friends besides mc. like. his character is SET UP for this shit. yeah im gonna pack him full of issues bc he HAS THEM!!

his dysthymia is a super important part of his story (in my hc) bc it is so easy to mask. he puts on a confident face for everyone all the time bc then they don't ask questions. but being at home alone all the time? being independent since 17-18? separating himself from his family so suddenly that it becomes habit for him to avoid the potential for that closeness again? it's gonna hurt him

and on top of that him being demiro is very hard in relationships bc most people dont get it so even in that sense it makes it difficult for him to make connections. people would rush him into relationships he didn't really care about so yea it was gonna crash and burn. obvi

so to have an unknown like that where all of his friends are possibly leaving including the only person he's every truly wanted in both a sexual And romantic way? not gonna go so smoothly for him

[mochiwrites]

from songbird, are there any grum and jrum thoughts you can share? I just think them and mumbo’s dynamic is so interesting

em beloved!!! :D

and also grum and jrum my beloveds 🥺🥺

some fun facts for you! grum is the older of the pair, he was 13 when mumbo was forced to turn him. and jrum was about 10. obvi they’re way older, but that’s the age of their physical appearances.

between the two of them, grum is the more reserved and quieter one. he’s very polite, respectful. big on rules. he’s very protective of his brother and mumbo. meanwhile jrum is very much happy go lucky. he’s loud and energetic and too trusting. he’s the type that makes silly little hand made cards for grum and jrum during holidays and special occasions

( jrum made mumbo a card for father’s day once. mumbo cried. a lot. )

their parents were pretty well off for their time. but due to an unfortunate accident, they passed away, leaving grum and jrum alone. they had no living relatives so into foster care they went and they uh. ran away.

which is partly how they met mumbo! and they were really curious about him and stuck around until mumbo grew to care about them.

grum and jrum see mumbo as their dad, but they also know how guilty he feels for turning them into vampires. they see how he looks at them like his heart has just been broken. so to ease mumbo’s guilt, they try to help him however they can. they do chores and take care of the house, and try to stop mumbo from punishing himself ( hence why jrum brought grian (and other humans in the past) to the manor <3 )

they don’t call him dad ( even if they do want to because mumbo just. is their dad ), but there have been a few times where the title slipped out. mumbo never spoke about it with them.

I think deep down, mumbo really does see grum and jrum as his kids. but he feels like he failed them and he doesn’t deserve to be their father. but he’d do anything to keep them safe and happy.

[marleyybluu]

For You? I'd Do Anything

Fez x f!reader

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: 18+, violence, talks about murder but nothing in detail, mentions of blood, mentions of physical abuse (none from Fezco obvi), very sad, pretty angsty, swearing

A/N: Idk why but I just felt like writing something kind of dark. If any of those warnings will trigger you please do not read this. I've never been so fucking serious in my life. If you'd like to skip this it's understandable, there will be more Fezco content that isn't like this.

The first night she was on his doorstep. It was raining, the sound of the water droplets collided with his window, hard enough to lull him into a deep sleep. It droned out the sound of the pounding on his door, it woke up his little brother Ashtray, who walked with his pistol in his hand just in case. He peeped through the curtains on the window and noticed her blue car parked on the street in front of their house, he put the pistol on the table nearby and opened the door. Her eyes were red, tears continuously streaming down her face, she was shaking-- wet and cold. He pulled her inside asking what happened but she just asked for a towel and for him to get Fez.

So he did, shaking his older brother awake to let him know there was someone downstairs for him. He groaned, the one night he had actually gone to sleep early and it was being disturbed. He dragged his feet down the hall and plopped down the steps. He rubbed the sleep out of his eye and then suddenly stopped when he saw her, wrapped in one of their towels but still shaking. His concern for his sleep melted away and turned into worry over her. He looked over his shoulder to see his brother standing at the top of the steps, he shooed him away telling him to head back to bed and he did.

Fez reached the bottom of the steps and carefully reached out for her. "What happened, love?" He tried his best to hold in the anger that was brewing, he knew it probably had something to do with her on-and-off boyfriend who he despised, not just out of jealousy. He shook his head wondering how this guy got so lucky to be with one of the most beautiful women on this planet and managed to fuck it up over and over again. She always came by with bruises, scratches, old scars that she hadn't shown him yet. They'd go weeks without talking because he'd be monitoring her like he was some kind of fucking warden. Fuck this guy.

She didn't deserve any of this, and if she'd let him he'd teach him a thing or two about putting his hands on women. But she kept saying the same thing about how he'd just make it worse and she'd handle it. But she never did. She was stuck, it felt like it to her and it looked like it to others.

Fez was the only person keeping her sane, the only person she'd actually open up to about it in detail. "Ma... come on, let me fucking get this guy."

She sat down around his kitchen table, clothes still wet but he'd worry about it later, he handed her a pack of ice and she put over her bruised cheek. She hissed but soon relaxed under the cooling feel. "Fez, please, I don't want you to get in trouble."

"It's not no trouble, I'll pop this fucking bitch and you'll live on being happy and free. I just want you to be happy."

"I know."

"Nah, I don't think you know." He said with a bit of frustration in his voice. She sighed, her whole body sulking and decompressing with it like letting air out of a balloon. Her nails tapped against the surface of the table. "I didn't come here to argue with you, please."

He shrugged. "I'm not trynna argue with you... I just want you to find someone who actually fucking loves you, who won't put their hands on you, who'll treat you like the pretty fucking princess you are. So you won't have to look over your shoulder in fear."

"What? Someone like you?" She bit. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and glanced over at the screen door to avoid her eye contact. She softly smiled. She did like him. Sometimes she'd swear she was in love with him, he treated her better than he did. Flowers, gifts, any time they went to the mall and she even blinked at a piece of clothing he'd buy for her. And it wasn't just the material things it was the company... the compliments, the words of reassurance and encouragement on days that she just didn't feel like herself. He made her heart grow. She knew she should be with someone like him. She should be with him.

He avoided her question. "If you wanna stay here tonight you can, I'll get you some clothes."

She'd probably get in shit for it but she took him up on his offer, changing out of her wet clothes into his dry ones. They shared the bed, it was nice and cozy. She lay on her side staring at the raindrops running down the glass of the window, she sighed knowing that in the morning she had to go back to that loveless home, that dark place, it was like a pit of sadness. But for that night she'd enjoy his presence.

----

The next time she was on his doorstep. It seemed like she only came at night but it was easier to sneak out that way, she knew he was a heavy sleeper-- a war could take place and it wouldn't shake him. Fez was home alone this time, sitting in his living room finishing his joint when there was a knock at the door, he groaned getting up from his comfortable position to answer. When the door swung open she stood there and just like all the other times in between she was bloodied and bruised.

And as usual, it pissed him off but he took care of her, told her to chill out on the couch while he ran her a hot bath. But this time was different, she was scared to be alone, she followed him to the bathroom and watched as the tub filled up and he poured some lavender body wash that he had bought just for her into the water. She leaned against the counter with her head down, feeling a sense of shame that after every incident she ran here but she didn't want to go anywhere else. Fez ran a washcloth under the running water and carried it back to her. His finger tipped her chin up so she was looking at him, his eyes ran over her injuries, a bruise on the other cheek, a cut on her lip and a cut on her eyebrow.

"I'm sorry." She apologized, she didn't even know what she was saying it for, force of habit. "Stop."

"I know I need to leave him, okay? It's not easy. Everyone thinks you can just pack your shit and go, you can just run but there's always this stupid fucking feeling that I owe him. I've put up with him for so long that it feels like it's my fault that I'm getting hit all the time." She rambled feeling a tear spill over. "I fucking hate him. I wish he'd just drop dead."

Fez stiffened. He wasn't a genie in a bottle but that was a wish he could grant if she'd let him. "Stupid... just fucking stupid." She mumbled. He raised his hand to dab the blood on her lip. "You're not stupid. None of this is your fault-"

"Why does it feel like it?"

It was a question he couldn't answer, he wasn't in her shoes but he'd walk a mile in them if it meant giving her a break from this torture. The two remained silent as he cleaned her up. She carefully stripped out of her clothes but groaned with each movement so Fez helped her until she got to her undergarments. He froze, the damage on the surface was nothing compared to the rest of her body. His blood was boiling, his skin was hot. His nostrils flared and she noticed in the reflection that his face had started to turn red. "Fez, babes, it's okay. Please. I don't want to dwell on it anymore." He respected her wishes.

For now.

He told her he'd be downstairs if she needed anything. He left alone with the bathroom door cracked just in case. He returned to his spot on the couch but couldn't even concentrate on the television anymore, he wasn't even high, she had sobered him up with her visit.

Fez wandered off to the kitchen to grab some water, his mind drifting to all the scenarios of heinous ways to end this guy's life. He found himself almost smiling at the torturous ones. 

He opened the fridge hoping there was something he could at least make for her but there was nothing. He grabbed his car keys and stood at the bottom of the steps. "I'm bout to get some food, you want something?" 

"My usual, please." She shouted from the bathroom. "Aight, I'll be quick." 

-- --

She snacked on a bag of chips while waiting for him, sent him multiple texts asking where he was, if he was okay because it usually didn't take this long. After fighting to stay awake she toppled over on the couch and fell asleep. She must've been in a deep slumber because she didn't hear him come in, the bag with their food in his bloodied hand. He was careful to tip-toe around her and into the kitchen where he dropped the bag on the counter and went over to the sink to wash his hands off. His heart was racing, not because he was anxious about what he'd just done, he was just scared of her finding him rinsing off his red hands. He looked down, there were splatters on his shirt and pants, he sighed knowing he'd have to take them off. 

After washing his hands as well as he could he crept back into the living room, she was stirring and mumbling but she was still sleeping. He jogged up the stairs and removed his clothes tossing them in a plastic bag and stuffing it under his bed for now. His decision was rash, he didn't have time to plan the aftermath. He changed into a pair of basketball shorts and headed back down the steps where he noticed she was no longer on the couch but in the kitchen. 

"Fez..." She called out, a hint of fear in her voice. 

"Yeah? My bad I'm late, the car was making this weird ass noise and-" 

"What's on the bag? I-is it blood?" 

He scrunched up his face. "What did... oh my God what did you do?" Her chest quickly rose and fell, she backed away from the bag and him, putting her hand up for extra space when he took a step forward. "I took care of your problem." He said bluntly, he didn't feel bad about it, he had no shame. He did it for her, he'd do anything for her. 

She was a cluster fuck of emotions, but she mostly felt grief and she didn't know who it was toward. If it was for the man who had seemingly lost his life, he was still someone's child, still someone's brother-- she couldn't even imagine the look on his mom's face if she found out about this. But she also felt grief for Fez, to feel like he had to take this situation into his own hands, he wasn't one to pull triggers that was mostly Ash, and the fact that Fez felt... he knew he had to go to extremes to protect her, to free her from her shackles;

In some twisted fucking way she thought it was sweet... it was caring. 

She said nothing as she stumbled past him, her legs felt like they'd give out at any moment. Fez sighed and hung his head. Now he felt bad, again not for the crime, but for not thinking how it would make her feel. This was someone, that despite what he was doing to her, she was still attached to-- still cared for and possibly still loved. He sucked his teeth taking the food out of the bag and putting it in the fridge, he dumped the plastic bag in the garbage, not a smart move but he'd deal with everything in the morning. 

He turned off the light and the television in the living room and headed upstairs. He snuck into his room where she lay on the bed, her back turned to him. He grabbed his pillows and tucked them under his arm, her ears perked up as she heard him walk away. "Where are you going?" She mumbled. "I'll sleep in Ash's room." 

She turned over to face him. "No, you won't." She lifted up the blanket inviting him over, he did his best to hide his smile as he dropped the pillows back on the bed, he slid under the covers and draped them over him. She found herself moving closer, resting her forehead on his chest. His arm slinging over her, his fingers running up and down her spine. 

"Thank you." She whispered. He kissed the top of her head. "Always." 

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[laceghost]

tbh. i dont understand why ppl are like begging and hoping for a viktor poster or for vik to be seen in the trailer i mean you can keep praying but its most definitely not gonna happen? same reason we haven't seen any jace or any mel or anyone that was in the council room at the end of s1. obvi we know vik is going to be back but not everyone does! it'd still be a big spoiler to do that and a pretty weird marketing move! i think at most we're gonna get mayyybe a (modified?) voice line if we're really lucky but most likely another crumb like we had in the first trailer obviously i'd be overjoyed if we saw more of him in the trailer but we have to set realistic expectations here guys + im happy wondering for a bit more in what state we're gonna find him in s2 tbh

[angelmichelangelo]

If you were asking for asks as in fics

-could I see 07 mikey getting a job post movie? I would love to see him in an environment that he actually enjoys (I've always thought of him as a dj at a dance club for some reason, prolly the 90s movie let's be honest)

If you wanted an ask that's just an ask

-obvi you fav character is mikey, je tends to be characterized as childish and innocent, would you say yoir fav characters in other media follow that? Or what is ur other fav characters that are most and least like mikey

(I hope you feel better :( 💜 and are appropriately distracted

ty, im definitely shelving that fic prompt for another time :3 only because i don’t have the mental energy to even open up google docs rn lol

and ooh! interesting question! i guess so! i think i always tend to draw myself to the more.. underdog characters? like, a lot of the appeal of mikey for me is that he’s often the baby of the family, the youngest, the under appreciated one and that leaves a loooottta lotta room for angst and some hurt/comfort. ive never been the “baby” in my family or even in my friend groups, so maybe that’s why. sometimes i wanna be the baby!!! i don’t wanna always be leo (or raph!) i just wanna be nurtured lol

i don’t know, if that translates to my other favourite characters in media, that’s a really good question! i just like the tortured, sad pathetic characters and whilst mikey is again like you said portrayed as more goofy and silly and more like the comic relief, i think he’s always had those depressing undertones of being the most sociable, happy go lucky turtle that HAS to stay hidden away from society, that HAS no real friends, that HAS to balance a lot of his own emotions alongside his families. i think that’s why i love 2007 SO much because it’s mike at his breaking point — he’s shouldered so much already, and don is so desperately trying to help but there’s a lot of angst potential there of him on the brink of just. snapping, and i love that

which is making me think. do i favour mikey purely because of the fanon version of him ive built up in my head….. hmmmm perhaps… but that’s the joys of fandom. i can just pretend that it’s all canon and that’s that haha

[somerandomjewelleryonthefloor]

HSS personal highlights I think of all the time: ↓

Sports teams are all just big loveable gentle giants. Friendly beats all over the place (when Brian & Hearst aren't at Berry obvi).

Like you're telling me there's just a team full of sporty dudes who have muscle, who are just bright optimists and/or confident and don't fool around, who'd give you a hug if you asked for one even if you didn't know them because you had a bad day? Berry is LUCKYYYUYUYY

Caleb's smile. That's it.

The fact that I can see how emotive some characters are. Like Payton! Payton is a prime example. She's rarely ever seen with the 'neutral/serious' sprite ever. she's usually happy go lucky, angry go kicking, sad go sulking, or shocked go fright. I like the fact they used this to their advantage!

The fact that our character can be the biggest douchebag ever, yet still somehow has friends.

The interactive backgrounds, like the ones where it's night and you can see stars literally twinkling. It's nice! (Though some BG's are half-rendered/half-blurry, but that's another time)

The little 'relationship improved' update message at the top. It feels nice knowing you have to guess which dialogue and action is the right choice to romance/Max out friendship, then the choice buttons just having a heart on it.

The fact that the text boxes look so... Warm. Like it's red, it's bulky for sure- but doesn't it look so warm compared to other books with their text boxes? Like cmON now.

The activities in premium choices. I like how it isn't a horny book since it's an older one (I think), like there's no really really spicy scenes at all. I just like how it doesn't exist. Like you pay to do activities with your LI and there so happens to be a 'kiss' option along the way- not when they try and make you pay for a hookup in other books (ID, for example).

I'm glad it wasn't made in this era of PB, I like it that it's wholesome and fun.

Pretty music.

(that's a wrap-)