#people are making me wanna draw Toffee more- my goodness

[peoplepersonoaktree]

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So uhhh

I was bored in class lol

Not gonna @ anyone cause this isn’t like, really crazy good art (just kinda rushed and messy pen scribbles lol)

But I’ll use the tag n whatnot

Geez these characters are fun to draw xD

I tried to get everybody in there, but yeahhh some ocs have more art than others ncndnfjw

[sansblues2]

Hello! I'm back with another drawing, and this time I actually like it. 

There's quite a lot to talk about this drawing, so I'm going to separate it into sections, beginning with two curiosities:

1° This was the first drawing I completed after the end of my art block, which means he has been ready for a long time.

2° This is the drawing responsible for the post I did yesterday. Apparently, I end up forgetting the most important trait of Rasticore: his cybernetic arm.

Also, I forgot about the spines on his shoulders and the spots on Toffee's hands.

I also added the purple shade on Rasticore's cheeks.

What was this drawing supposed to be: 

In the beginning, this drawing was motivated by how much I loved the fact that those two are in a relationship, and right away I wanted to draw them in a kind of domestic situation.

Basically, Star would go to their house( for reasons ), and they would receive her, and Rasticore would make some cookies and tea for his partner while Toffee talked with Star. That's why Toffee is with that confused/ question mark expression, and why he is holding a cup of tea and Rasticore is holding a plate of cookies( don't worry, it is not chocolate chips, I almost made this mistake ).

I know this situation doesn't make any sense, but clearly, I just wanted to draw them and I needed an excuse to do so.

But you might be asking, why are they in a green background with flowing keys? For only one reason.

I don't like doing backgrounds. They take too much time and I'm never happy with the results. So at the time I finished the characters, I wasn't into doing the background anymore. But at least I tried to do something different with the keys, and I like it. To be honest, it came out of nowhere, I was just drawing a single key and then I started putting different shades of color here and there, and I liked the results, so I just multiplied around the background and called it a day.

And to finish this section about the drawings ( see that it is just about the drawings, I still have other things to talk about ), why is their style so different from Sage's? Well, is not just because my style is already different from the author, but because of an idea, I had the moment I read the first chapter of their amazing fanfic and noticed that the characters were different from the original ones.

The idea was: I would do all the different characters( including the ones who are basically like the originals but had some different details) in the Star vs the Forces of Evil style. That's why things like their claws are different from the ones seen in Sage's drawings, having more to do with the ones the lizards have in the original series. Still, I tried my best to make them look as similar to the ones made by Sage.

And just so you know, I already have the drawings of the other 4 characters. They are done. I only need to make the text of the post, which I hope will take less time than this one, but no promises.

This is it for the drawings, I still wanna talk about the characters but this has more to do with me explaining how much I love them than something to do with the drawing itself. So if you wanna skip this I won't mind at all. I hope you liked the drawing, and I see you in the next one. Have a good day.

Now about the characters:

Toffee: My beloved. I already liked the original one, and I felt very sad when he died, and like many other people, I was expecting his return. Only to have a quick reminder in the last episode and an acknowledgment that he was right all along. 

But Sage’s Toffee, I just love them. I've never thought I could care so much about a character. I always liked villains more than heroes, but I never liked one so much to the point of not caring at all if the hero will succeed or not. I like your Star ( much more than the original ), but I would watch her being defeated with a smile if that meant Toffee would win, sorry Star. I don't know what it is, if it is their personality, how calm and composed they look, but we still have some moments of weakness where they show fear, anger, or stress. I especially love the addition of the little twitch in their eyes after their famous smile on the " Storm in the castle ", or when they are watching Bullfrog running between Star's friends on " Mewnipendance Day " and they don't just close their hand in a fist, but they give a deep breath like they were trying to calm themselves down, I don't know if it is because of the reenactment of the " The Great Monster Massacre "  or because they were so close to getting rid of Bullfrog so they could continue their plains. Or the explanation you gave to their sudden change of expression when Marcie said they were boring, is something that was never explained in the original, and that not only gives a reason, but gives more information about their character, showing how much he cares about their people, how they don't like when somebody says something bad about them, but adds to their personality as they say a" you will see "like they just can't accept somebody would think less about their people, even if that person is just a girl from earth who doesn't have the slightest knowledge about their race. Or if it is how mysterious their past is, the original one had a mysterious past too, but it was because the authors gave us such little amount of information about him that even shifts from his personality, like the " You are boring " line, were never explained. But yours have actually many information about their past, and the people they were connected to, and yet, we still don't have a clear answer, which is good, that was how it was supposed to be, so we could theorize about them and get even more attached to the story as we try to solve their past. 

I actually had more to say about them, but this post is getting quite big, so I'll leave it to other posts.

Rasticore: Oh rasticore~ His character wasn't very important in the original. Yeah, he attacked Marco and Star once, and he had a relationship with Miss Heinous or at least knew her. I feel kind of ashamed to say that I used to ship them. Only when the series ended and I rewatched some of the episodes I saw how their relationship was weird and even abusive, how Heinous wouldn't accept a “ no“ from him, and literally destroyed his body only so he couldn't run away from her, and now that I think about it, his line of " look for me in ten years and maybe we can stay together"  could be him trying to distance himself from her, without hurting her, and if you say " Well, that was kind of obvious ", then I'm sorry. I'm a little slow. For you to see, I was only able to identify how many things were wrong in the final because I watched a video about it. Before it I was fine with it, I didn't like some things here and there, but overall I was okay and missed many of the mistakes.

But anyway, he was a good character, a nice guy, appear sometimes beside Toffee, in the battle when Toffee loses his finger, and in that flashback with the teen version of Toffee, that ruined Toffee, since it showed that he didn't have actually any motive to hate magic, and just liked to feel superior to other monsters and didn't care for the monsters out of his race, but that was it.

Sage’s Rasticore is a great improvement. He is still the nice guy, who cares about his race, his partner, and his friends, and is prompt to help others even if he doesn’t have a very good relationship with the person, like when he saves Heinous. And yet, just because he is nice, that doesn’t mean he can’t be scary, like when he warns Star to not do again what she did to Toffee, or when he is talking to Meteora, and I just love this line of thought “ He could talk her down, she did seem to listen to him, but the thing was... he didn't want to. This was too perfect to stop. “ I just like it a lot, it shows that he isn’t above destroying and consequently killing if it will help the monster’s cause and it is confirmed by the flashback of him and Toffee, and I like that apparently it was him the one who convinced Toffee of taking a more illegal approach in the “ queens “ situation, it gives do much more important to his character.

To finish it, I really like their relationship, and I am always happy to see the interactions between them, and, just as a curiosity the first thing I said when I discovered they were partners was “ Awww so cute “, which it is strange considering I never shipped them before, but I don’t take it back.

And that is it, I know this was a very long post, and I wish I could say I won’t do it again, but I will. People who came from my other blog knows how I like to explain my drawings, the thought behind them, and the details on them. And I won’t waste the chance to talk about how much I like some characters.

So yeah, all I can give is that the next post will probably be shorter, but no promises. Thank you to anyone who read until the end, if you didn’t, that you at least liked the drawing, go check @sageoftheuniverse awesome SvTfoE Au, and I see you in the next post. Bye~. 

[schnoogles]

For the fluffy holiday fic prompts: Jonsa and #3, secret Santa! 🎁🎅

omg YAY!! thanks so much for the prompt love💕💕

so this kind of got away from me here LMAO but i hope you like it!!

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“Come on, Jon! Just pull a name out!”

Jon Snow sighed at his friend. The Starks always played Secret Santa every Christmas. And unlike Theon, Jon normally doesn’t stay with them during the holidays, he goes back home to his mother’s. So he’s never played with them before. 

Unfortunately, with his starting grad school this year, Jon couldn’t afford the flight home to his mother’s, and Lyanna couldn’t afford the flight to Winterfell. And since he already spends most other holidays and breaks with them, this year, he finally accepted the Starks’ invitation to spend Christmas there. 

“Yeah, Jon. You have to, I’ve already put your name in,” Robb’s younger sister, Arya, said smugly, “If you don’t pull a name, it sucks for whoever’s left in the hat.”

Sansa, Robb’s other sister, wiggled the Santa hat with the last slip of paper in front of Jon’s face. She smiled at him. “Give in, Jon. You know you want to.”

“Whoever has my name could always draw again?” he suggested hopefully. 

“Nonsense,” Catelyn said, “Jon, you’ve practically been family since Robb brought you home for freshman spring break. Don’t feel awkward about this, it’s all in good fun.”

Other than his own mother, Catelyn Stark was probably the best and kindest mother in the world. Jon couldn’t say no to her. 

--

Jon wished he said no to Catelyn. Of all the names he could have picked. Of all the names! He had to pull Sansa’s. And it wasn’t like there was anything wrong with Sansa. Quite the opposite in fact. She was great. Perfect, actually. And that was the problem. Sansa Stark was perfect and had everything. What could Jon “poor undergrad” Snow possibly get her that she’ll like? 

--

Sansa feels stupid. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out what to get Jon for Christmas. Of course with her shit luck, she’d pull the name of the one person who she’s most nervous about pleasing. But it’s fine. It’s fine. She can just ask Theon to switch with her. He’ll do it, no problem. Besides, he owes her.

--

“Bro, just get her some jewelry or something. Sansa likes pretty things.” 

Jon rubbed his temples. Robb is absolutely no help. But Jon should’ve expected that. “I can’t just get her jewelry, Robb. I don’t think she even wears any. This has to be a good gift!”

“Why?” asked Robb, with a mouthful of butter toffee pretzels. 

Before Jon could even think of an answer, a snort came from the hallway. When Jon and Robb looked, they saw a smirking Arya leaning on the doorframe. 

“You’re really asking why?” Arya rolled her eyes and then laughed at her brother. “Wow you’re stupid.” She walked away and left an offended Robb and a stressed Jon.

He groaned. “What do you even get someone who already has everything she could possibly want?”

--

Sansa crossed her arms as she glared at Theon. He hadn’t stopped laughing. “Are you done yet?”

“Sorry, babe. Dunno how to help you here,” he chuckled. 

“You could switch with me!”

“Nah, I like who I have.”

“You owe me!”

Theon stopped laughing. “Wh- for what?”

“For saving your ass when-”

“Nuh-uh. Nope!” Theon wagged his finger at her. “You don’t get to keep using that one. I’m sorry we dated the same asshole, but talking the cop out of arresting me for keying that car was forever ago!”

Sansa huffed. “Fine. But can you at least help me? I have no idea what Jon likes! He’s such a… minimalist. What do you get someone who doesn’t want anything?”

“Wow you’re really desperate aren’t you?” Theon looked at her sadly before giving her the biggest shit eating grin. “I mean. Knowing Jon, there’s only one thing he’d like to unwrap for Christmas. You know, tall, red hair, blue eyes, goes by the name Sansa-”

“Theon!”

He laughed. “What? You like him, Sans! Just make your move!”

She sighed. “Please be serious about this?”

“Alright, alright.” Theon thought for a bit. “I heard Tiles are all the rage now. You can get him that?”

“What’s are Tiles?”

“It’s like… like Find My iPhone, but like ‘Find My Whatever it’s Attached To’ instead.”

“Oh. Okay, yeah.” Sansa nodded. “Jon’s pretty forgetful, that should be good, right?”

“Yeah! Like they’re very handy. He can attach it to like -uh- his backpack? Uh… clothes- no. Uh.. a baby…”

Sansa looked at him like he was stupid. Which, fair.

“Oh! Oh, keys! Keys are what people usually attach them to.”

Maybe asking Theon for help was a bad move. Sansa doesn’t understand how she became such close friends with this idiot. 

--

“Oh!” 

Jon jumped and turned around. “Sansa? What are you doing up?”

She smiled wryly at him. “I could say the same thing about you.” When he did nothing but smile abashedly at her, she continued into the kitchen and got a mug out of the cupboard. “So,” Sansa said, after realizing Jon wasn’t going to say anything, “What’s someone like you doing up way past his bedtime?” As she continued on making her tea, she looked up to Jon, waiting for an answer. 

Jon blinked at her. “Uh…”

Sansa chuckled. “That bad?” She finished making her drink and leaned on the counter, lightly blowing on the cup. “Well, I’m up because I’m a light sleeper. Especially when I’m stressed. Loud noises tend to wake me up.”

Jon suddenly felt incredibly guilty. “Oh gods, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize I was being loud-”

“No no,” Sansa cut him off. “Sorry, that was poorly worded. Lady got up and had a late night snack.”

“Ah.” Jon  nodded in understanding and took a sip from his own mug. Hmm, she’s a light sleeper. Maybe I can get her a-

“Yeah, and my white noise machine doesn’t help much either.”

Nope. Jon sighed. What could he get for her? He cleared his throat. “So, what’s got you so stressed.?”

Sansa looked down at her mug. “A mix of a lot of things actually. This time of year always makes me feel a little melancholy.” 

Jon scrunched his eyebrows.

“The ghosts of boyfriends past,” she explained. 

Right. Jon’s known her for four years and she’s had a total of three boyfriends. Each one worse than the last in his humble opinion. And that had nothing to do with his crush on her, no sir. 

“Yeah, Theon mentioned one earlier and it just got me thinking, you know?” Jon nodded at her to continue. “I’ve always loved the idea of some pretty prince charming sweeping me off my feet and showering me with gifts. Guess I realized, I don’t want any of that. Gifts are meaningless if there’s no thought or love behind them, you know?” She looked down embarrassedly, suddenly mortified that she just shared so much with him.

Jon gave her an out. “I still can’t believe you and Theon dated the same person.”

Sansa snorted. “Theon will date anything with pretty hair and a heartbeat.”

Jon cracked a smile. “Not ugly hair and a heartbeat?”

“Oh, gods no. He’s shallow like that.”

They both giggled. 

“So…?” Sansa raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh, right. My turn. Jon cleared his throat. “Oh, um, yeah. Stress keeping me up too.” And then Jon suddenly had a thought. Is it considered cheating though? Oh well. “I have absolutely no idea what to get my Secret Santa if I’m honest. You -uh- got any ideas on what you’re getting yours?” He took a discreet sip from his mug. 

Nope. “Yeah, I have an idea, I think,” she replied vaguely. “Something meaningful, you know? Can’t tell you though, sorry! It’s Secret Santa. But anyways, Jon, don’t sweat about the gift! This is supposed to be fun! Besides, you know us, we don’t need any fancy schmancy gifts.” How about you take your own advice, Sansa. “Now, that can’t be all you’re stressed about.”

Jon laughed in his drink. “Always so perceptive. No, you’re right. I mean- I am stressed about the gift, but I’m also just… I can’t help but think about my Mom, you know? Sure she has friends back home that she could spend Christmas with, but I can’t help but feel guilty for being here, while she’s at home alone right now. And I just really miss her.” He shrugged and took another sip of his drink. “So, whatcha got there? What kind of tea is it?”

“Oh, er, it’s chamomile. It helps me sleep.”

“That sounds nice. Maybe I should try that and see if it’ll help me sleep too.”

Yes! Maybe I can get him a pack of-

“Too bad I’m more of a hot water type of guy.” He smiled at her and took a sip from his mug. “Never really found the need to drink much of anything else at home.”

A fucking minimalist. 

--

“So,” Arya said, “You got anything yet?”

“Nope,” came a muffled reply from Jon. 

“Sucks.” He groaned in his hands and Arya felt pity. “Tell you what, I’ll let you in on a big Sansa secret.”

Jon perked up at that. “What?”

“She doesn’t give two fucks about gifts.”

“That… that doesn’t help, Arya.”

“No, I’m serious. Look,” she said forcefully, “Sansa’s had friends and boyfriends who’d always give her the most lovely and expensive gifts, right?”

“... Still not helping.”

Arya sighed. “What I’m trying to say is those boyfriends? Look around Jon, are they in her life anymore?”

--

It hit her like a shit ton of bricks. Well, actually. It was more of a passing thought as she was watching her third Christmas movie of the day. 

So, with her parents’ permission and Theon’s help, she got to work.

--

Arya groaned. “You know, it’s called ‘1 hour photo.’ Meaning that the photos won’t be ready for one hour.”

“I’m sorry! I’m just anxious and I wanna get started as soon as possible.”

She rolled her eyes at Jon. He enlisted her help to buy all the things he needed for Sansa’s gift. And to provide some photos. 

--

It was Christmas Day. It was Christmas Day and Jon found he was really missing his mother. He tried calling earlier, but she didn’t answer. She was either still sleeping in, as that was their usual routine, or she was at a friend’s. He sighed. He’ll try calling her again later on in the day.

Jon got up and joined the rest of the house downstairs. 

--

It was Christmas Day. It was Christmas Day and Sansa was nowhere to be found. She told everyone they could get started on gifts without her if they wanted to, but of course no one was going to do that. So they planned on opening gifts after breakfast instead. 

They were all in the kitchen eating when they heard the front door open and close.

“Sorry I’m late! I’ll join you guys in just a bit!” She shouted from the other room.

Jon eagerly stood up, intent on helping her with whatever last minute thing that she must’ve gone out to buy. But before he could even move, Theon promptly pushed him back down in his seat. 

“Where ya going, buddy?”

“Just gonna see if Sansa needs any help.”

“No worries, I got it.” He proceeded to pour Jon a cup of orange juice. Jon confusedly thanked him and raised the glass to drink it. When he gave Theon a questioning look, Theon explained. “To help quench that thirst of yours.” Arya and Bran snorted into their food while Jon choked on his drink. Robb did neither of those things.

“Wow, you’re such a good friend, Theon!” 

“Just getting into that Christmas spirit, Robb.”

He walked smugly out of the room to see whatever it was that Sansa had just gone out for. When Jon finally calmed down, he looked up to see Ned and Catelyn Stark staring right back at him. Both had their eyebrows up in amusement. Oh gods. I can never come back here again. 

A few minutes later, Sansa and Theon returned. Jon noted there was nothing in either of their hands. He wasn’t the only one who  noticed.

“Didn’t get what you were looking for?” Bran asked.

“Nope,” Sansa replied nonchalantly, “Must be what I get for trying to go to the store on Christmas Day.”

“So you’re telling me we could’ve opened presents by now?” Rickon was shaking his head at his big sister. Hey may be well into his teens, but Rickon was still excited for Christmas gifts.

“Sorry! Tell you what, is everyone done eating? Let’s get to presents right now!”

Catelyn made a move to start clearing the table, but Sansa waved her off. “I’ll do it after we open presents Mom. Don’t worry about it!”

--

Everyone grabbed whichever gift had their name on it. To keep things anonymous, every gift was wrapped in the same paper and the names were stuck on with pre-printed stickers. Ned passed out the gifts to be opened one by one. When Sansa opened her gift she let out a soft gasp.

“Oh,” she whispered softly, “This is perfect.” She began flipping over each page of the homemade scrapbook. They were filled with photos from the last few years. A lot of the pictures were ones she didn’t even know were taken of her and her family. Family dinners, camping trips, random moments on campus with her friends and family. It was filled with small moments that she forgot had happened. There was even a wristband from a concert Robb and Jon and Theon had taken her to.

“What is it darling?” Her mother asked.

Sansa closed the book and held it close to her chest. “It’s a scrapbook. Filled with a lot of really good memories.” She smiled. She wondered who got her such a thoughtful gift. Before she could try to figure out who it was, Rickon interrupted her.

“Wait, where’s Jon’s gift?” He and Ned looked around the tree to see if they had missed one.

“Oh, no it’s okay!” Jon started waving his hands. “I don’t need a gift!” He was actually a bit relieved. He was awkward when it came to accepting gifts.

“Oh no!” Theon declared very loudly in a strange, overly dramatic voice. “Jon doesn’t have a gift? That’s awful!” At some point during that announcement, he had slowly tilted his head towards the stairs.

Sansa slapped her forehead in disdain. Theon doesn’t have a subtle bone in his body.

“Wait yeah, that’s not right,” Robb agreed. “Jon’s Secret Santa: what the heck?”

“No, I’m good!” Jon argued. “I don’t need a gift.”

“That’s a shame. Should I just hop on a flight and head home then?” 

Jon froze when he heard the voice behind him. His jaw slowly dropped and he turned around.

The woman before him tilted her head and smiled. “Hi baby.”

“Mom?”

“Merry Christmas!” Lyanna laughed as her son rushed to hug her. 

“What are you doing here?! How’d you get here? Is this why you didn’t answer your phone earlier? Oh my gods!” 

Sansa smiled softly at Jon. She figured it out. The one thing he probably wanted most this year was to be with his mother. 

“You’ve got some wonderful friends here, Jon.” Lyanna turned around and gestured to Sansa. “This lovely young woman here booked me a flight and picked me up from the airport this morning. If she’s not your girlfriend, then you better get to it!” 

“Mom!”

Lyanna ignored her son then looked at the rest of the Starks and laughed. “You people really go all out for Secret Santa gifts don’t you?”

After the initial embarrassment, Jon looked at Sansa with a mixture of disbelief and awe. And she smiled sheepishly back at him.

“Surprise?”

Jon shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t know what’s more unbelievable. You booking a last minute flight for my mother, or the fact that we both pulled each other’s name for Secret Santa.”

Sansa’s eyebrows rose. “You made this for me?” She asked softly.

It was Jon’s turn to look sheepish. He scratched the back of his head, suddenly feeling bashful. “Uh… yeah. I couldn’t think of what to get you. And then you said how you think gifts are meaningless if there’s no thought for the person receiving it and uh, I know how you love your friends and family and-”

Sansa interrupted him by engulfing him in a hug. “Thank you. I love it.”

“Oh noooo, wouldja look at that?”

Theon had somehow attached a suspicious looking holiday plant to the fishing rod he got from his Secret Santa. And he was now dangling it above Jon and Sansa as he lounged on the couch.

Sansa, too busy glaring at Theon, didn’t notice Jon’s blush. When she turned back to Jon, she opened her mouth to give him an out, but he beat her to it.

“I’m game if you are.”

I am SO game.

Sansa leaned in and Jon met her halfway.

“Wait that’s holly, not mistletoe!”

“Robb, shut up. You’re ruining their moment.”

[jess-the-vampire]

Sky And The Forces Of The Multiverse, Chapter 47

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"So what do you think angel?".

Sky motioned to the platters of food that were nearly finished, having prepped the chefs and even helped out with, lexi adding final touches wherever she wanted, much to the chef's dismay. Angel of course seemed super tired and still stressed, as if thinking any small thing could ruin the whole entire night and mess things up with the king of spider monsters.

His dad wasn't cruel, he was no toffee or shastacan.

But the disappointment was enough to scare him.

He never used to care about this before, but now...it was always on his mind, taking over it. He nervously looked over what they had prepared, his father was coming in a few minutes, he wasn't dressed because they had been occupied with getting the dining hall ready and checking and changing the dinner options...5 times, they had wasted so much time and angel still wasn't sure they got things right.

"I...I'm not sure...maybe-".

"Angel...we don't have much time left, we spent hours getting stuff ready...we gotta get you changed...we're going to have to go with this...", she wasn't saying it to be mean, but angel didn't have time to be picky right now, especially if he wanted to have anything ready at all for his father. She patted his back to reassure him and ask if there was anything else he wanted to add to the meal his father would like.

But he only shook his head, disappointed but knowing she was right and they had to get moving.

"Let's go get changed...", his voice sounded defeated as he waved to marco before heading his way out, followed by sky who also waved to the demon queen, "Just don't be long, we'll be calling everyone to dinner very soon, remember he's not the only new guest we have here tonight". They gave her a knowing look and sky felt a fit in her stomach at remembering her grandma was finally coming over.

"I'm surprised you're so calm", he mumbled to the butterfly princess.

"Hmm?".

Angel turned to face her, "Your grandma is coming over and you're acting like it's not a big deal at all, you're not panicking over food, what you're going to wear...you're the complete opposite of me...". Sky was actually nervous even if he didn't think she looked it, but at the same time this event wasn't exactly about impressing her or proving anything to her so she had little reason to freak...as much.

There were other reasons to worry about her grandma that involved stuff outside of sky herself.

Whatever was really happening was more between her grandma...and her mom, less so about sky, her own mom had way more of a reason to be packing just as bad as angel was at the moment. Her grandma could be soft and sweet but also strict and scary if she wanted to be, not to mention pretty overbearing, she seemed to think at times she knew better then others.

Which of course, did not work for the current queen at all.

She had been trying to keep her mom out of her work for as long as she could, and now she was coming and there was nothing more she could do to convince the former queen to turn back to her retirement. She was coming and it would take more then usual to get her to turn back and away from the mess she had come to help try and fix where her daughter had failed.

Moon had gotten involved with sky being queen...a little, but her main focus was usually on her own daughter, after all...her daughter was meant to be the one teaching sky in the first place. So if she had to butt in and do star's job for her that wasn't good on star herself, though sky would argue this made moon look just as bad when it came to teaching star in the first place.

Anyways, she hated to even be involved during their bickering with stuff like this, she was lucky so far her life involved a lot less of it then she could've had. Being involved in the drama of two adults is a lot like being involved in the drama of two annoying teenagers, and sky had the urge to ask landon to borrow some of his headphones just to be safe.

"Well...guess i don't stress as much about making a good impression...most of the time, even when people were treating me like garbage i never really put on a fake persona and look to impress them so i guess it's just something i don't do", sky shrugged and tugged the prince along further, "But i mean, you got it way worse then me right now so that also probably makes a difference...".

"This feels like something a child would do after breaking one of their parent's things...doesn't it?".

"I guess you can say that yeah".

He hid his face within his hands, red, "You must think i seem like a real fool right now, you keep trying to reassure me and i keep freaking out about it and i just can't help it..." and that's when sky held out her hand, him taking it...still embarrassed. "It's fine, i'm not making fun of you for it...i get it, this whole thing is kinda important to you...you're going to be ok".

"I need to breathe more often...".

"It's still a learning process, you'll get used to it...hopefully, c'mon let's just get you dressed before you melt into the floor", she tugged him along as they made it to her room, which of course, was very much guarded still, angel awkwardly sat on the bed as sky headed inside her own wardrobe. "I'm assuming you're personally not into dresses so we'll rule that out for now, besides, i don't think any of my dresses will work with your back legs anyway".

Angel touched one of them in response.

"Good call".

"Now what i DO have is some stuff i was going to give to judas for his coronation, i started working on clothes ideas and these are mostly scrapped...i haven't had a ton of time to work on them exactly...but i nearly forgot i had been working on a few things for him...so maybe you can wear one...if you want to that is...if not i got other stuff in here...".

"Such as?".

She walked out holding a leather jacket and jeans.

"I mean, look, i dunno what exactly is your style outside of fancy stuff...but you could try...?", angel stared at the clothing with uncertainty, he still clearly didn't know what he wanted to do with his appearance and he had little time to think about it. Sky placed the clothes on the bed, "Hey...look...you can do whatever you wanna do...just make sure it's something you want to do...".

He took a minute to really think about it, nodding his head as he softly spoke.

"Well...leather might not really be me...but...you...have any sweaters in there? That might be more my speed...but...i'll wear a shirt under it and um...I'm ok wearing one of jude's jackets...", something about how he said it made sky smile, he seemed actually happy with his own choice. A choice made by him for him and not to please his father or anyone in particular.

"Sounds good, i can find that for you, you can shower real quick and we'll be good to go".

"What about you?".

She turned to face him, "I'll be fine as is...promise, you just need to worry about yourself and what you wanna say when your dad finally arrives, that's WAY more of a concern. You can think about it more in the shower and everything...". Angel glanced at the clothes and drawings sky and sunny had been working on earlier, clearly being reminded of the upcoming plans.

But he didn't say anything, instead sky fetched what he needed and he was quickly shoved into the closest nearby royal bathroom. What emerged soon later as a fresher smelling prince of the Arachmen, wearing a collared shift with a sweater and jacket overtop, he still had some nice shows and pants on but he seemed quite comfortable, his hair tired back behind him but a lot looser then it used to.

"How do i look?", he held out his arms and spun around to show the princess all of his angels, just to make sure he wasn't missing anything.

"Like a goober".

"What?".

"You look great, trust me, but tell me how you feel about it?".

He looked down at himself, adjusting his sweater, "Well...i feel...warm...and...comfortable".

"Perfect".

"You really seem to care about...me liking this stuff...don't you?", she shrugged as she brushed his sweater to make sure there weren't any loose hairs on him, "Well i mean, as someone who got annoyed at my parents telling me not to wear my hat for fun events, i'm not the person that's gonna force you one way or another...i just want you to like...be comfortable being yourself...and being that way to other people".

He softened at that as they made their way to the dining hall, to meet up with everyone. Most of everyone did seem to be there, though the most notable absent ones were judas, landon, celeste, her other mom, and...mason? She saw Queen Lucitor dressed up nearby in a rather radiant looking dress before approaching, still tugging angel along, guess angel wasn't the only one who decided to dress up real quick before dinner.

"Hey...where's-?".

"Judas? Off taking some time for himself still...hopefully he'll rejoin us soon, he's being kept company by katrina right now actually, she called in a bit ago. As for mason, he's still with fae and janna, they'll be a little late to eat, and well...landon and celeste are apparently visiting luna right now...so i'm not sure how long they'll be there but sadly we don't have time to retrieve them all...we'll just have to check in on them at dinner".

"Wait...visiting luna? Why in the heck would either of those grumps even want to be in the same room as her right now?", but she didn't have the time to question it, as here came her mom, in a rather nice golden dress and fixing her crown as she ran past her own daughter and into the dining room, the heavily armed guards quick to get out of her way.

"Guess Grandma's here...".

And sure enough, as sky turned around, followed by a few more guards came a new flowing figure with silvery hair tied back in a braid, wearing a blue gown with a cape, and with diamond marks that matched her heavy makeup. Angel was stuck in place, unable to move, and sky followed, stiff as a board upon her arrival, now wishing she had changed her clothing.

"Hello Skyler".

And before sky could say more she noticed another figure approaching and if the situation didn't make it obvious enough, the spider legs did. King Amir ArachFord striding his way next to the former queen, standing in place, looking rather nice all things considered, guards nearby holding gifts for most likely his wife as he looked at the group who had been waiting for their arrival.

Angel looked like he might actually have fainted.

"Hello Angelus.".

"Hello...fath...dad".

This was going to one hell of an awkward evening.

-

"We outta do this with fae more often...", janna smirked, way too pleased with herself as the mole man trembled in his seat just looking at fae. Ever since the girl had come into the room everything had gone from bad to worse, the lights broke, his chair broke, a rock fell from the ceiling and hit him on the head, he fell over a dozen times, it was eerie to say the least.

Something about the little girl was off, and yet somehow, the other small demon in the room seemed so unfazed, sitting and cheering her on.

In fact everyone was unfazed but him.

The downside to working with her was well, she was a wild card, there was a high chance something bad to could happen to any of them, though the difference was he was alone, they were not. Fae didn't want to accidentally hurt mason but she wanted his companionship in this situation, she would've felt way more uncomfortable without a face she was used to helping her out.

She had never considered her cruse to be much more then an annoyance at least, burden at worst, being asked to put it to use had been an...interesting idea she never considered before. Though she did feel a little uneasy interrogating anyone, she wasn't exactly sure about this guy much and even with her abilities and protection...who knows what her powers might do.

Might make things worse.

But janna seemed confident, jackie writing in her notepad as janna lured around their prisoner.

"You really voluntarily decided to work for a criminal? I mean i get the appeal and everything but you made a bad choice in working with the one who nearly hurt my kid", nearby jackie sighed and shook her head, janna never changed did she? "I mean, sure she's super scary and everything, but you didn't even think to turn her into us? Woulda saved us a lot of work".

"Look, i had no idea she was a criminal, i told you, our kingdom barely knew about all of this...ok? She showed up, needed a place to stay, i had that old chamber and she stayed...that was it".

"You knew she was doing bad stuff though", Jackie added, "Otherwise you wouldn't have reacted the way you did in the bar when the queens and king confronted you, you keep denying you knew the full extent but you clearly knew something more you haven't told us about...there's no way you didn't know something, she had a child locked up down there for hours...and you ran from us when we tried to arrest you...".

"Well i-".

"If you are as innocent as you claim you're certainly not making yourself out to look that way to any extent, you're better off confessing the truth then risk us going any further to scare it out of you...there's no point in defending this person so much". She sent him a cold glare that challenged those of even moon's as the man shook a little as a result.

" You have no idea how scared i was...how much she made me fear for my life, that she would never leave me be and would destroy me if i said or did anything, i meant no harm to anyone, but i had to worry for my own safety lest it have happened to anyone else i had known in my home". Jackie kept writing in her pad, "Sir, we are not trying to pretend you weren't afraid...but you could leave, you should've told someone".

"And what? Risk being killed? Even now if i say anything more i risk them bursting in here and destroying me, you lot can't protect me, you couldn't even protect your own castle. I'm better off shutting my trap and keeping quiet about what's going on then risking my own life. Even if...you have dangerous children around to scare info out of me...at least dying to her might be...less painful then whatever that magical horror might do", she didn't seem as sure on that last part but he shut his mouth tight.

Janna didn't seem to enjoy that, she didn't felt they were getting rather close on the whole matter, they'd been in here for hours at this point and had only gotten just a little of what they were looking for, and they needed so much more. They could already feel themselves getting hungry and they couldn't stay much longer, but they didn't want to leave like this, without what she had been looking for since the moment she entered this room.

He had to know something more that he wasn't sharing, he couldn't be this out of the dark like angel was.

Janna stood in front of him now, face in his face, she was good at scaring people in her kingdom but he wasn't from her kingdom...so it was unlikely he knew who he was messing with. She couldn't exactly hurt him, jackie was in the room after all and so were two kids, but she had a thing for mindgames and of course...hypnotism. So maybe she needed to try something else to get it out of him.

"Janna?".

"Hmm?".

"I don't like that look on your face, i know what it means", and indeed jackie had remembered it since they were really young kids, it was the kinda face that told her to be very mindful of janna's next few actions, otherwise she might get into a mess herself. It was also the face she tended to make before marco got themselves in a whole heck of trouble from her.

"What does it mean?", the man asked, a slight tinge of nervousness in his voice.

This of course, immediately made janna very happy, she might of finally had something.

"Oh well, you won't have to worry about that, not unless you talk to us", she drummed her fingernails on the table between them, "I mean, you don't wanna ask questions you don't want the answers to after all". He didn't want to show he was worried, but janna could sense it on him, so distracted he didn't notice fae's bad luck triggering a glass of water nearby to shatter, scaring jackie and the kids.

"You're bluffing".

"I'm one of the queens of mewni, if i want to make a threat, don't assume it always means i'm just bluffing, you'd be surprised the kinda people i've been able to crack...much tougher then you".

He appeared as if he wanted to say something in response to that but chose to keep his mouth shut instead. Janna seemed pleased at that response, though maybe she would've liked for him to challenge her, would be a perfect way to start scaring him. Jackie tugged on janna's shoulder, pulling her back, "Trust me when i say, she doesn't really tend to bluff...but she is also right...you might be better off admitting what you have on you...".

"I...I stated my reasons...i can't".

"Sir, this is to help protect tons of people, if you tell us what you know many people can rest well at night, we understand you are fearful, so are we...but this is important and you need to be brave for them", he paused a moment, thinking on her words, but he still shook his head. "Sorry, no can do...if i have to live in this prison for the rest of my life, i'll take that over meeting a gruesome fate".

He just wasn't going to budge, and they were just going to have to change tactics.

Janna looked to Jackie, still grinning and clearly asking permission for her to go wild on the man before them, and jackie...as reluctant as she was...knew she just wasn't going to be winning this one.

"Look, i'm not ok with you doing stuff like that, but as long as not actual physical harm comes to him, then it's worth a shot i guess...but i am taking the kids outside, they really should eat something and i don't think they should be apart of this if we're about to make things get a whole lot worse, and i definitely don't want whatever you do affecting them...so...fine". Her reply seemed to make janna even more excited, and the man more confused, clearly expecting violence to have been what janna was talking about.

"We're leaving?", mason asked, stretching his wings.

"Yeah, we're not going to stick around for this mess, trust me, you don't want to...", she left her notepad out for janna, her look stern. "Write anything of importance, don't lose it, and don't go too far...i mean, i know you won't make any promises for sure but i still at the very least want to make sure i say that.". She moved fae away from the scene, and gathered her sword nearby.

"So did i do a good job with this or-?".

"Fae, you did well, but you're still a kid, you need a break...time to let janna take over for a bit ok?", she headed them out of the heavily guarded and locked door as janna rubbed her hands together, mason spotted the man sweating as the door shut behind them. "Is janna gonna do what the crazy mask person did to Loki? take over his mind and make him speak?", it was odd for him to come out with it like that but he wasn't stupid.

"Kinda...yeah, but not exactly, she's not using magic".

"It's a lot like magic though, magic for the mind".

"I guess if you really think about it, it is a little like magic for the mind, but just remember not to mess with the minds of others for bad purposes, janna is doing it to help us out, and no damage should come to the man...but never use it to harm anyone ok?", sheesh, jackie didn't have any kids and yet she was so...mom-like, patting the two on the shoulder as they nodded.

"Miss Jackie?".

"Hmm?"

"Are you upset about...miss luna?".

This seemed to make her stop in her tracks, blinking at mason curiously, "Well um...i can't say i'm not, i mean she was my top student and imagining her as being an enemy this entire time is well...not quite...what i wanted to happen. Putting your trust in someone only for them to be arrested rarely leaves you with any sort of good feeling, but why are you asking?".

"Cause everyone seems to be really upset about luna, including both my brothers...", his wings feel to the floor, "Judas was pretty close to her and landon...well actually landon kinda doesn't like her but having her here still makes him upset...and you were one of the people who hadn't said much about her since she got here...so...i wanted to know".

"I guess considering she was my student...i probably should've had more to say about all of this...truth be told, i just decided maybe i should stay out of it. It seems like whatever is happening, it's something that more involves the queen and you kids then me, so i just do my job and keep to that, i don't add my own thoughts unless i'm usually asked when it comes to this".

"Why not?".

"Because usually it's not my place, some things you gotta stay out of, i'll be here to help you all whenever you need me, but i won't intrude on your personal feelings and drama like that...not unless you want me too, you guys are going through enough to also include me within all of that. You don't have to worry about me with all of this, ok? Worry about you".

"But i want to, besides, i don't want you to feel upset and left out too~".

She affectionately pet his head, fixing up his hat, "Thanks mason, it's nice of you to care about me, it is genuinely sweet of you." She fixed herself up and took fae's hand, "Hopefully whatever is going on with luna gets sorted out, i'm sure i'll be updated on her as time goes on...since her parents seem to be...unavailable, I'll kinda have to be in charge of her throughout this".

"So...you're kinda gonna be treated like her mom?".

"Basically".

If only she knew.

"Anyways, we'll come back for janna, after you both eat and get whatever else you need, you're been in there long enough anyways".

"Oh yeah, it's dinner time isn't it?", he'd been in there so long he hadn't been keeping track of the time at all, no wonder he was getting so hungry, his family had to have been already eating by this point. "Yeah, though just be careful when we get there, we have guests tonight, we don't want to be impolite or anything...after we eat i'll personally drop fae back to her home...honestly i'm surprised your parents are so...lenient".

"if it makes money, they don't care if i have to do out for a bit", she shrugged and said nothing more.

"You know, you might be unlucky, but people should treat you a little better...being unlucky isn't your fault", she didn't respond again to what she said but jackie swore she at least saw her eye move to look at her a bit, "You're more then just your luck, you're a very charming girl from what i can tell, you're honest, you're helpful, and you clearly care about your family to be trying to help them".

"It's fine, i don't mind being alone and everything, more time to...think and everything", mason stuck his head out to look at her but she still didn't look at either of them, "Mason's my only real friend, everyone is always turned away. Bad Luck, either i lose to them to it or they decided they no longer want to deal with it, it's something i'm just used to".

"Well that doesn't seem fair, friends should stick by through all the trouble you go through, you clearly mean no harm to any of them".

"But i can't blame them either, even now i have to warn people when i first meet them to stay away from me, just in case they might get hurt, mason only hangs with me because he's...not scared of me, he doesn't care...but other people do...i mean, i told him to stay away the first time i met him because i didn't want to be in trouble if he got hurt hanging around me".

"You really feel like this all the time?", now the woman looked extremely concerned, more like a mom then she had expected to be over this small child. "That sounds really awful fae, i'm so sorry you have to go through that at your age...you shouldn't have to be scared about hurting your friends at your age, you should be making friends and spending time with them whenever you can".

"Easier said then done", she mumbled.

"Well, now that i'm here in mewni, i'll see if i can help you make some friends, i train all kinds of knights of many different ages here, they're unafraid of any danger and maybe they're a good fit for you! They probably won't mind your bad luck at all". She seemed rather doubtful of any of that but it was the nicest thing anyone had said to her in a good while that didn't come from mason.

"If you say so".

It probably wasn't the exact answer jackie wanted to hear, but not the worst kind either, at least fae seemed midely interested. "Hey, if anything, back there was a pretty good audition for you, you know how to be intimidating and you're already good with horses, i'd say it might be a match made for you, but don't pressure yourself, it's ok if you don't want to".

Fae nodded.

"You don't have to invite me to all your royal meals or whatever, i'm not exactly royalty...", but she quickly felt mason's wing pull her into a side hug, "Doesn't mean we can't invite you, you're friends of royalty, so that's just as cool and just as much of a reason for you to eat with us". She let out a smile, not a big smile, but a genuine smile that only made mason more happy.

"Just make sure to be on your best behavior, with moon there and king arachford, we're in for one heck of a night", she informed as they made their way to the door, being let in by guards to see everyone else already seated. Mason already noticing his missing brothers right away, but not saying anything in case that might of been out of line, though star was quick to notice her wife's absense.

"Is janna still working?".

"Yeah, she had a few other methods she wanted to try out, she should be here soon, i took the kids though", mason and fae heading to open seats for them, the woman looking between everyone. "I really hope i didn't walk in on anything, i know we're rather late but things took a lot longer then we were expecting and he was rather hard to break somehow".

"Even with fae AND Janna?".

"Well considering we just now got here, what else do you think happened? If it had been that easy we would've been done hours ago, but while fae did scare him, he apparently is way more scared of...Her, threats against his life it seems, and as far as i can tell he's never seen their face, so janna's going to try a new tactic and you'll have to meet up with her after dinner depending how it goes".

Star wasn't used to Janna not being able to scare the living daylights out of anyone before, she just hoped her mom nearby wasn't taking it as another sign of imcompintence on her or janna's part. Jackie took her seat after saying hello to the former queen and helped herself as more food was being set out, mason looking over to sky as if asking why his brothers weren't here.

She mouthed to him from across the table that it was a long story.

She really wanted to go find judas, he had to be hungry as well at this point, but she knew he needed his space right now either, it just was on her mind right now. She was worried in what state she might find him in the next time she saw him, sure he'd dealt with a lot before but this whole thing broke down most of his world, there was no coming back from that easily.

She just didn't want him to be alone through it either.

But she had to just wait it out, through dinner, and well...there was plenty to distract her if she wanted to be distracted. Her grandmother had wasted no time in getting into her reasons for being here, as anyone would expect of her. Star of course being incredibly nervous the entire time, worried just what her mother might point out and fuss over and make things worse.

Star loved her mom, she was helpful and not always such a pain.

But she could feel the disappointment in her voice. She had never had so much trouble with anything in a long time, she could usually handle threats like this and yet this one seemed to doop her at every level, it didn't look good on any queen but especially not her. Moon couldn't complain too badly, she herself had been involved with scary threats and hadn't always known what to do.

But that didn't mean she didn't need help.

It became very clear she needed to get involved, whether star liked it or not, maybe having her there might ponder different results. She was already talking about their plan and discussing what she did and didn't like, clearly the idea of using a royal celebration as a trap was not exactly her favorite idea in the world, even if it had a decent chance of actually working.

But that didn't surprise Star, at all.

Of course Star wasn't the only one at the table with parental issues that were on the rise, Angel and his father had been silent all dinner so far, most of the conversation being had by the two butterflies. They both had mostly just sat and ate, though Sky swore the king had been eyeing her a few times, probably wondering exactly how their friendship had been progressing considering sky was indeed sitting next to angel.

Nora however, was trying to be as cheery as possible, even though she also seemed worried for judas. She clearly sensed the tension in the room and was trying to be as cheery as sunny was, but even sunny was talking more to galexia and was staying out of the argument. Marco and Tom were keeping to themsleves as well, it seemed moon brought a new atmosphere then it was before now.

One that kept everyone quiet.

Sky wanted angel to just talk to his dad but that wasn't something she could just make him do, it was one of those things that had to naturally happen and right now was far from natural, as sad as it was. She did feel they wanted to talk though, but maybe more in private, where there weren't so many people around to listen in or make things more uncomfortable then they already were.

They just kept...looking at each other.

She could only imagine what was going through their heads, the king had barely left his kingdom in what must've felt like forever for him and now he was dropped in the middle of his wife being revived, his son dealing with his issues, and moon overall. This could've been a happier meeting if things were just a little less tense right now for him and everyone else.

"It's good to see you sir".

That's when the king turned to Sunny, who was waving to him, he waved back smally.

Remembering the small girl who had spent time with his wife in what felt like so long ago, he didn't seem to know what he wanted to say though, but he coughed into his hand to not be impolite. "Well, i appreciate being invited, having globgor take over the kingdom for a little...it's nice, i was really happy to come over and...not have to deal with too much at the moment".

Angel sunk more into his seat.

"Well we're happy to see you too ! It's nice having new people come over for dinner! You look good!",

Leave it to sunny to know how to talk to people and make them feel super welcome, even in the most awkward of circumstances. He looked over his old suit and nodded, "Thank you, it belonged to my father, i wanted to look my best...for Arana, i didn't want her to wake and see me look like such a mess, though...i'm sure i will when she wakes up...i ugly cry".

"She's going to be so happy to see you and angel!".

"Yes...", he glanced over to his son, who wasn't making eye contact with him still, "I'm sure she will. though she has so much to catch up on, being in this state for so long...and she might not even completely be herself after she wakes...her mind...damaged, there's going to be so much work to do...but we'll try and manage the best we can...hopefully".

"I semi met her...in her mind", sky mumbled, "I mean i wasn't intended to do that, mom just wasn't good at making a barrier around her to warn me before i got sucked in, she seems...well...she seems like she's still really lovely, i know i never was close with her throughout everything, but...i hope when she gets up to get to know her a bit better".

He was smiling, feeling more comfortable among everyone in the room, even if the queens weren't paying attention, even tom and marco looked pretty happy.

Angel was still quiet though.

He was having a hard time breaking his silence to just talk and speak up, even though he had to, he needed to. But sky put a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, if you want to talk to him after dinner...it's ok, like don't force it or anything...or you might say something you might regret. No one is judging if you don't want to get into it at the table with a bunch of weirdos...".

He nodded, appreciative.

"You cooked a wonderful meal for my arrival, i really do appreciate the effort, though you didn't have to make any of my favorite dishes", and that resulted in sunny glancing to angel himself, smiling, "Hey, if it wasn't for your son, we might of had a harder time preparing for you, he knows what you like and what would mean a lot to you, he really valued making this dinner".

Angel blushed deeply at the comment, he shouldn't be so embarrassed about that, it just felt weird still to be...complimented...and to his father too.

His father seemed really touched at the thought, and that only made angel more flustered, this whole thing was going better then he expected.

"I'm sad to see young prince lucitor isn't here, i would've liked to see him again after the last time at the trial, but i assume with everything going on he probably has other responsibilities at hand", tom and marco looked at each other and sky readjusted herself in her seat, "Well uh...something like that, you're not completely wrong, you might see him later though".

"I also have no idea if i've said this before, but i want to thank you too princess", sky froze in her seat, the man folding his arms on the table. "You put yourself on the line for my son and you did help him get free of all of this...that was not something you had to do for him or my family, especially considering everything you had been put through, i really can't thank you enough".

"I mean, i mostly just winged it, i barely knew what i was doing but...thank you, you're super welcome", He then turned to angel, and nodded, "I must admit...i missed having you home, it's been a lot lonelier then before, you look...good. It's really nice to see you with good friends and having a good time, i wouldn't want you to be dealing with...our kingdom".

"How bad is it?", nora meekly asked.

"Let's just say going out right now is not a great option, not to say our people had no reason to be mad, but i feel they have gone too far. I think they really feared four our livelihoods after that trail, not just with the butterfly family, but if the person angel had betrayed would come back and kill us all as some form of retribution. I think you can say for sure angel isn't...popular there".

Angel was about to sink even further in his seat as his father talked more.

"However, they seem to have a soft spot for what sky, nora, and judas did...they've never seen our kingdom be so...defended before like that, the spiderbites especially. So perhaps something about your friendships do regress some of the anger." Nora blushed red as she instinctively grabbed her hair, "It's no problem at all, i just wanted to help...her and...".

He smiled gently at her, "Not once in our kingdom have we gotten so close with the others like that, i think while the people are mad they can't deny they really are impressed angel somehow managed to get the spiderbites to be on decent terms with us". Angel felt an ease of tension and anxiety, sitting a bit more up back in his seat, did he actually do something...right? And people liked it?

Sensing angel feeling a little better at the words sky interjected.

"Yeah, angel's been doing pretty great recently, i mean, don't get me wrong, he's pushed my buttons quite a few times and everything, but he's been pretty helpful and making a lot of progress. Like i really appreciated his help when i went through the castle to save one of my friends, he had my back the entire time...even though he didn't have to".

Angel was definitely less anxious, but now he and nora both were blushing at being praised so much.

"Angel was really involved during the underworld castle incident?", guess the man wasn't aware of his son being involved in it at all, and sky patted the spider next to her on the back. "Oh yeah he was, i mean at first i came in to save him, but then he stuck with me the entire time even though he was scared, it was honestly pretty cool of him to do".

Angel's father actually seemed to be rather impressed, not expecting these kinds of actions from his son before this point, angel had done very irrational things before this point but nothing noble and brave like this. Though the man did seem still upset about what happened before he did seem impressed about what he was seeing now, and angel felt he could breathe again.

"I-".

"It's ok angelus, we'll talk more about everything later...we have a lot of catching up to do".

Angel nodded in agreement, and the table felt slightly more at ease, not that the argument up front had stopped anytime soon. The women hadn't been paying any attention to the nice moment at all, star was still debating her mom on all her ideas and moon was very much still telling star off for not getting her involved sooner to clean up this mess.

This was the kinda thing that made sky hate family reunions, did all famlies have to fight like a bunch of idiots when eating dinner together?, Cause even judas's family did that at times and he got annoyed about it.

The sooner they got out of here the better.

Even the Lucitors were getting tired of it, Marco quickly standing up, actually starling the butterflies from their talk. They looked over to their husband and sighed, "I'm going to look for landon and celeste, maybe judas...if they don't want dinner we can bring it to them later. But we'll be having dessert soon and they still haven't shown up, so i'm going to check on them".

In the back of sky's mind though, she was sure it was half actually that, and half not wanting to be here and hear the adults argue.

But Tom stood up to, "Actually i'd like to join you, we might be able to save time by spreading out, they're my kids too.". Tom taking their partner's hand and kissing their cheek as they headed out with a wave to the kids in the room. They were smart on finding a way out of this situation, that was for sure, even angel and his father were looking for an excuse out but that wouldn't do.

They needed some permission, especially since this wasn't their castle and they were here as star's guests basically.

"-I'm just saying star, you should've taken these precautions after what happened with toffee, i know you're struggling hard here but this is all too much and it's gone on for too long and has gone too far. It's time you let someone else take the reigns, i have more military experience, so i should be able to help with some of my ideas, then we might be able to work further on this".

"Mom, we have a plan!".

"Star, plans aren't 100% You know that. There's so much you might have not even considered, and even if it did work, things can go wrong, what if they escape?", of course moon probably didn't know it but her words were beating sky down just a little. It had been her plan for the most part and she knew it wasn't even a great plan but gee, thanks grandma.

But she had a point, this was a serious situation, they couldn't afford to have a plan with possible holes or cracks in it either. Ddi they want to capture the criminal or lose another time? Sky felt herself mindlessly start playing with her food, her mind wandering during their argument. Angel mumbling under his breath, "i mean, i thought it was a pretty smart idea".

If judas couldn't be here, she was glad angel and nora were.

"Well then we'll make it work! It's a good idea mom, we need to lure them, that's the only way we're going to get anywhere!", star was determined on this one, she had to fight her mom on it, otherwise they might not get another chance. Not to say her mom's plans couldn't work, but the sooner they did this the better and who knew if they'd get as good an opportunity later.

"Star, i understand, but it's dangerous, imagine how many people will be there, in the line of fire too! Safety is important here, and if things go poorly we have a high chance someone won't make it", even though his name hadn't been mentioned at all, angel knew she was talking specifically about him. His heard his father grunt across from him, before finally getting the ladies's attention.

"I do have to agree about safety, this is a young prince's coronation after all, you are inviting an enemy onto troubled grounds. Luring them is a smart move but perhaps moon needs to modify the plan however she can", the thing was, they all agreed the plan would need to be worked on anyway, they knew it, but obviously star didn't want moon to be the person in charge of it either.

"Look, i know you don't want me here but i promise star, this won't be as bad as you think, the more minds the better to work on this. Soon enough we'll be able to breathe again and i can go back to resting, we're just going to have to work together and no amount of yelling at me is going to be making me go back into retirement", the queen sat back in her chair and star let out a huff of defeat.

"Fine".

"Since meteora is back i'll be talking to her later, i want to catch up on anything i've missed recently, because judging by all the faces at this table, i have missed quite a few details it seems", she glanced at sunny and galeixa, then to fae. Guess when it came down to it, they probably would be minor details to any average mewman hearing about all the crazy stuff going on with the criminal.

She smiled at the spider king, fixing her dress, "Sorry, i know we were talking awhile over there, nearly forgot we had a guest over your highness, as soon as we finish eating we'll take you to visit your darling arana, she should still be resting right star?". Star still looked rather mad as she leaned against her seat, but she complied to her mom's question, "Well yeah...but like...no promises what'll happen when she wakes...the spiderbites are sure she'll have memory issues no matter what".

"She will", nora mumbled, "Memories can be healed but...having us heal all of them...was unlikely with how quickly we figured out what was happening...but...maybe over time, things might work...at the very least...she's not near death now...", it was a plus, they could give her that. She wouldn't be the same as she was but she wouldn't be too gone either.

"You...think...she'll remember me?", the king muttered softly, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I'm sure she will, her family seems to mean everything for her", she didn't honestly know at the end of the day, but she had to hope at least, she had been in her mind,

The door opened, and three figures entered, tom and marco back surprisingly quickly, but with a guest at hand. Judas was standing behind them, he didn't look great but he didn't look awful either. He must've been hungry though, as he didn't even look at anyone as he sat down to eat in silence. Even the spider king didn't get a look, the man shocked at the teen's demeanor.

He had never seen prince judas so...rough before.

Judas was usually a happy individual, making jokes and helping everyone around him. Now he looked to be too inside his mind to really focus on anyone in particular, he just wanted to get something in his stomach and head out to be back in isolation as soon as possible. Angel and Nora also looked deeply troubled, both wanting to reach out to the boy who was ignoring them.

Tom and Marco whispered to sky as they passed by, "We found him in a hallway nearby, he just wants to eat, give him his space...landon and celeste are still with luna". That didn't make sky feel any better though, judas seemed to have silenced everyone, even queen moon seemed a little stunned. She wasn't around that much but she knew enough to know this didn't sit right with her.

This was the prince who was supposed to be king soon, and not only that, but whose coronation was the center of their plan.

And here he was, looking like a depressed mess.

How were they supposed to casually have a conversation with judas like this?

Well to put it lightly, they didn't, the room was silent until judas finished eating and excused himself to go and sleep. His parents didn't even protest it at all, letting him leave the room before standing up a few moments later to drag landon and celeste over here. Both of them clearly having waited till they knew judas was a little whiles away before heading out as to not bother him.

It felt like without judas some soul had been ripped from everyone.

Even Sunny.

It said a lot when even she said nothing to him.

Judas came over to get some food and left without so much as a word, not to his friends, his family, anyone, it was the worst anyone had even seen him in a good while and it left everyone with a sense of dread and sadness.

It took a minute for anyone to even talk at dessert, and the one to actually break wasn't the person anyone had been expecting to speak first at all. A small cough coming from next to mason, Fae shoving chocolate cake into her mouth as she spoke. "Y'know, mason is super happy and everything and everyone talks about how cute he is, but honestly judging by how you all are, it seems judas is the one that usually makes everyone super happy when he enters the room...no offense mase".

"It's ok, i'm not mad".

No one argued against that, judas was pretty much a friend to anyone.

He really knew how to make everyone feel better about themselves, and be someone's shoulder to lean on, and stand up for everyone if he could. In some ways he was the life of the group, he kept everyone going even when they were breaking down. Sky bit at her lip, "I know we got stuff to do but...next chance we get...after he has some time...we should all be there for him...do something nice".

"I agree", they all looked to King Amir, who eyes his son, "He's a good kid, and he's done a lot for us as well, i would be happy to contribute if you wish to have my help. I would love to pay you all back as much as i can after everything you've done". Even though neither of them were in the room, tom and marco would be extremely grateful for the kindness once they heard about this.

Everyone cleaned up quick, most of them heading out to their room to sleep protected, though the spider monsters parted off to speak, moon and star were off to deal with their issues with janna included, and sky almost was out herself when marco quickly came running back. They seemed relieved to see her, panting, they looked a little panicked and that immediately didn't sit well with sky.

"Landon and celeste...they're not with luna?".

"They aren't?".

"And luna isn't in her room either!".

-

"Dad...there's a lot i want to say".

"I know, it's been on my mind since the trial, a lot has been on my mind, it's...really had me thinking", they closed the door behind them, angel taking a seat in the vacant room as guards blocked the door for them. "Don't assume i'm not mad, i am...even if i understand why, but i also could tell you were terrified...and...i can't be mad at you for something like that either", he paused for a moment, his ears twitching.

"I...haven't...been a great dad...have i?".

Angel didn't answer, but that was all he needed.

"Angelus, you disobeyed me horribly and put everyone at risk...but it's not just your fault...it's mine, i'm your father...i should've been keeping a better eye on you, should've been helping you deal with these issues and feelings and stopped comparing you to judas and sky and...it's clear i did hurt you. If i had done something sooner maybe i could've prevented something bad from happening, prevented you or anyone from getting hurt...i never really thought as hard as i should about the things you were going through...i expected you to just...be this or that, and all that seemed to do was turn you against me".

"But i didn't listen to you...you know that, i constantly skipped lessons and went out when you didn't want me too and even got myself hurt multiple times as a result...i would've protested anyway", he still felt guilty, if he had listened none of this would've happened in the first place. But his father went on, "Maybe, but that didn't mean i shouldn't have tried harder...i've been so overcome with grief...i've neglected you a bit...no...a lot. Ever since you stayed here i've had so much time to think to myself and...i screwed up, i know i did.".

Angel wanted to protest but he actually couldn't deny any of the words his father had been saying, his throat tightening. "Arana never would've wanted me to neglect you that way, not even for her...this entire situation was just as hard for you and...i didn't handle it in the ways i should have. No way that a dad should have, and i feel i should apologize to you directly, for any hurt i may of caused, we should've been dealing with this situation together...not apart...and i'm sorry".

Angel felt tears starting to wallop, as much ashe tried to hold them back, he then laughed a little in pain.

"I...Is it bad if i say i didn't expect you to come here and tell me you're sorry?", his voice felt cracky and he quickly cleared his throat, "I expected you to be upset with me...not want me to come back home, i was preparing to hear bad news even if sky was sure things might be different". His father didn't seem surprised by his words, he had probably been just as prepared for angel to lash out at him for leaving him.

And he wouldn't have been mad at him at all.

"I...reconsidered a lot, while we were separated...i'm not shocked at all you feel that way...you probably felt...i didn't care about you...thought of you as just an heir...and not my son, and...that was wrong of me to do...".

"And the people?".

"I want you back home angel, whether they do or not, you're still my only son, and you should still be allowed to come home and make a name for yourself, have a fresh start".

He stretched out his legs, all of them, his mind still processing his father's words. "How can i be sure things will be different? I don't want to go back there and have everything be the same, go back to being hated or alone...i'm worried things won't change for sure...i know i have changed, but that doesn't mean everyone else feels the same way".

"I know. i won't force it if you want to stay, i know you like it here".

Those words made angel feel more comforted, his father really was hearing him out, it was baffling. "Yeah, well, here is where my friends are and everything, i mean the citizens don't like me either but...at least i have friends". He tapped his fingers, his eyes closing, "But that doesn't mean i don't want to go back, if i could...i want both...i do want to be home...but i think this is also my home...".

"I understand, and i won't keep you from it...but if you want to go home, i think we can manage something...eventually", he paused, taking a seat next to his son and wrapping his cape around them both. "I think for now you will have to stay here, if even just to keep an eye on your mother, and until things are fully good back home...but I'll make sure to send you anything you want from home to make you more comfortable here...".

"I hope when i go back home, things will be a lot easier...i want to make things easier...to help, the kingdom, it deserves so much that i haven't given it", the king nodding, "I think you'll do great things...someday, we both have some learning to do...as kings and leaders. We...made a lot of mistakes...and it's going to take time to heal from them, but...i think we can".

"I...was willing to accept you didn't believe in me but...i like hearing it anyway", and angel shifted as his father hugged him, patting his bad and it seemed the man was even crying into his son's shoulder. "I...missed you...so much, more then i ever thought i could...it was alone without either of you...i want both of you back. I want something with you...i just...".

Angel's arms wrapping around him, enjoying the hug back.

"Thanks dad".

BOOM

The noise made angel's stomach drop.

Their nice moment interrupted by more noise coming from outside, angel getting up to check out the windows right away. The room they were in had a nice view of the courtyard of the castle and there he finally got view of what made the noise that drove him to panic. It seems somehow luna had gotten herself out of her room, and she was just...standing there...she wasn't trying to escape or fight or anything, but celeste was screaming at her, storm clouds starting to appear close by.

The booming of their thunder so loud it was impossible to miss.

Angel seemed really puzzled, what had been going on that he wasn't aware of this time?

But on closer inspection he could see sky down there, with judas's parents, trying to resolve the scene at hand before things go so much worse. Amir stood up to see what his son was looking at and then angel remembered his father didn't know about the uh...multiverse situation and seeing celeste accidentally perform magic was bound to be a bad idea, the boy quickly pushing his father away much top his confusion, "Incident in the courtyard...we outta get going".

Amir seemed skeptical that his son wasn't hiding something from him but followed angel regardless, just in case it was too dangerous for him to look.

And by the time they headed lower they found tom taking luna away back to her room and celeste and landon in marco's grasp, a tired sky nearby and nodding to angel, a sign they needed to talk later so she could explain further. "Sorry sir, seems we had a situation, er...the prisoner broke out and these two were um...handling it, you might of heard my son landon using magic a bit...i promise no one is hurt".

"Your fire powers can be that loud?", the king turned to the demon, who didn't respond, his face embarrassed and mad, but at least the king seemed to be buying the excuse.

"You'd be surprised", marco said with a cheeky smile, "We're one scary dimension for a reason after all".

"Well in that case, i'm glad you handled it, i got worried for a moment, the noise startled me and i thought something bad had happened".

"No no sir, it's alright, promise, landon will just be more careful next time".

It was a smart cover up, even if the idea of fire sounding a lot like thunder was a bit odd. The king just shrugged, and noticed the young prince and princess looking at each other, coughing to excuse himself. "Well angelus, i'm going to see your mother...you can come and join me later...alright?". Angel smiled back, "Thanks, i'll see you later", before his father left with guards right behind him.

Marco nodding their head to head to the nearby closet, the kids still in his clutches.

"What happeend?".

Sky snorted, "Celeste tried to challenge luna to a duel, that's what, not that it worked, luna didn't even fight, she just...stood there". Celeste grumbling under her breath, "I wanted her to face me for betraying us how she did...that's it...she said yes, we were only supposed to be out for a few minutes, but then she didn't...do anything, she stood there...she made me feel like a fool".

"She stood there?".

Landon shrugged, "I guess she changed her mind about the duel...", though it seemed there was more to it and under his mom's watchful eye he confessed. "I'm sorry i was hoping they'd reconcile or something, i wasn't trying to get anyone to start a fight or anything, i couldn't even convince her not to, she and luna pushed me back from it all...ok?".

At first marco wasn't sure whether to believe that but celeste added on.

"He's right...he...wanted me to go and get along and i just...look...i'm just angry ok? I just want her to apologize or something or just feel bad...i hate her stupid smug looking face and how she is to everyone...i'm so sick of it". She looked like she might break into tears, "I didn't mean to worry anyone or anything i just...i'm so tired of being walked over...".

"Celeste...hey...it's ok", Marco sighed, "Look, i know i'm not really your parent here but...maybe you need to talk to some adults about...your anger...like tom...if it's really taking over your life like this you need to seek some help". She sniffled and they pet her hair, "You should not have done any of that, ok? But it's ok, we'll deal with it from there...and get this sorted out".

"Did luna say much about what went on down there?".

Marco shook their head, "We'll talk about it later, i'll take landon and celeste with me...you both are expected to go see arana so you should head there, guarded of course, perhaps you can sort some stuff out on the way in terms of our next steps...but for now i'll see you both later...and take good care of each other. Oh, and make it back to sleep soon, ok?".

They both nodded, heading on their way to see arana, watching celeste and landon be wandered off like naughty children.

"Those two...every time"., sky shook her head, "Celeste needs help, i just hope she can get some...this all hasn't been much better on her". Angel's ears twitching, "We're losing people...aren't we? Judas, luna, celeste...we're falling apart a little...and right before we're supposed to react a plan too, what happens if we can't get everything ready or fall apart before this?".

"I don't know.".

That was the honest truth, she didn't know, it was all out of her control, but if things didn't get better there was no way they'd get this plan to even work. They'd be doomed before the plan even started. How much longer before she and angel cracked? Nora? Even sunny or lexi? She felt a bit of unease, she was now the leader or this group and said group was now falling apart.

"I'm going to keep up together...we have some healing to do...but i think we can do it...but...first...we should go see your mother, we can deal with it later...when it's a good time to do so", angel nodded to her, "Judas...helped me, a lot, and i want to return the favor to him. I...I don't know how exactly i can do that for what's going on but...i'm willing to try".

"You don't have to y'know?".

"He's my friend, and so are you".

She appreciated that, "It's not going to be simple sadly, the arm thing has been apart of his life for years, he's not going to be over it so quickly. It's kinda a lot to process...i mean, he had so many nightmares as a kid because of it, it ruined his life...he might feel like...it's all his fault for what happened and not...y'know, that it isn't his fault that no one knew".

"Yeah...i'm sure it will be".

They were contemplating what they could do and what might help as they made to what was now arana's own private room near the wing, upon special request by her husband to keep any onlookers from bothering her. Honestly, sky was happy not to have to keep going into that wing, some privacy was nice, the door opened for them and the guards standing outside.

"You're here!", the king was delighted to see them, still holding his wife's hand, "I wasn't sure how long it might take for you to join me, but i'm happy you're here, come, sit with me...she's moving...". He nodded to seats nearby, the teens making themselves comfortable. "When i see the Spiderbites i'm going to owe them so much for this, i never thought i'd even see her so...lively again".

"Well they're stuck here with us. so you'll get a chance i'm sure".

He was still occupied with his wife though, "I...have so much i want to tell her, but...i can't, not right away anyways...she's going to need time when she wakes up, her mind was so...damaged...but i promise once i can i'll make sure she knows everything she can and i'll make sure we celebrate her recovery. I could not have asked for a more...wonderful gift".

"In all fairness...it was partially dumb luck".

"You call it dumb luck, i call it fate", he pet the queen's hair gently, "You will always be welcome in my kingdom, princess".

"Well right now i can't even go within a few feet of your kingdom but thanks a lot, maybe we'll get to hang out...after everything rests." Her attention drawn to angel, "Besides, he still owes me a hangout to make up for the mess he put me through, so we'll try and get that done first before we make too many promises right now". she bumped angel next to her, who coughed.

"Oh yeah, right...thanks for reminding me again, all of this distracted me a bit".

"Whatever, as long as it's nothing crazy...the party is gonna be crazy as is...", she grumbled, her voice filled with dread.

"Perhaps you can accompany my son for jude's coronation...", the king piped up, looking between the two, "i assume you were planning to do that anyway, but I think he could use the company...he hasn't been allowed to really go to a party like this in years, and it might help to have someone around to well...watch over him and get him back into the swing of things".

Sky never considered this was angel's first party in a long time, maybe that's another reason he was nervous.

"Yeah sure...of course...as long as he doesn't go wild", she was joking of course but who could say for sure angel wasn't secretly a party animal now for all she knew. Angel laughed and in the moment things seemed easygoing and rather nice for all the stress of earlier, it had been such a long time since the entire arachford family had even been in the same room together.

Much less happy together.

Angel felt finally as if the butterflies had left his stomach fully, his stress about his dad gone.

But then a noise caught the attention of the group, interrupting the moment for them. Their first instinct was to turn to look at the queen, and sure enough, the noises were coming from her directly, she was stirring and it no one has seen her making noises like this in a while, especially with how silent these days she had been. It was a small breathe, then a whimper, then it almost sounded as if she was trying to speak some words, not that they could tell what the words actually were.

Then movement, the queen was stirring even more, startling everyone in the room further, the grip on the king's hand tightening. His mood was shifted, as if worried something was wrong for a moment, only for her legs to start moving as well. Her eyes started shifting around the room, her ears wiggling before she turned her head to face the group.

This was the most movement she had done in awhile and it had caught them entirely off guard.

"A-arana?".

She jolted again, her face shifting a bit more as she looked over the faces of her guests with a softness they hadn't seen in a long time.

"Angel?".

[cometoceantrenches]

2021 has come...

So it’s already the New Years here. I’m sorry if this message is kinda late— we had a midnight feast and I drank so I was a little tipsy for a while lmao

ANYWAYS

I’ve been here on tumblr for quite a while, five years (well six now it’s a new year) but only recently started to really interact with people. I came back onto tumblr, having no idea what it would be like. Had the views changed? What do people talk about now? 

Despite becoming active in the later months, I've never been so grateful to have met so many amazing people. 2020 sucked, I'm not gonna lie, but you've all made it better! Thank you so much for welcoming me and giving me a chance to interact with you all and become your friend/mutual. 

Hopefully, we can look forward to a better new year and hope that things will turn around in 2021. I'm not really good with words, but I want you all to know that I love you all and I'm so thankful to have y'all as my friends 💕💕🥺🥺

I’m not good with words but here’s what i wanna say to each of my moots:

@n-a-r-t​  Hey rocky! First of all, thank you so much for being my first moot here on tumblr. I think you were my only friend then (wow it sounds so pathetic hbsjnks) but yes. I’m really grateful for meeting you. Also, I’m sorry I’m not answering snapchat- i deleted it cos it was taking up too much space :’))) Hopefully we can still talk <3 

@tackygloo​ Hey Aura/Maddy! Even tho we don’t talk as much, I’ve always looked forward to our conversations with each other. I’m so glad we were able to get to know each other more and discover each others’ interests outside of RDR. Thanks for introducing me to Dreamcatcher by the way, my life as a Kpop stan has been different since. Ily! 

@seacottons​ Since Mei, is my sister I guess that makes you my mom? LMAO- anyways, I’m super grateful to have met you even though it was late into the year. Your words have really encouraged me not to write but to get back to drawing as well. Speaking of which, your talent in both is really astounding. I’m so glad you’re so open in sharing and encouraging others. I really look up to you with that ;^; Keep doing you! 

@galaxteez​​ ASH!! I’m not gonna lie, the first time i interacted with you I was kind of intimidated, especially with the layout BSHJks. Even though our first interaction was about thirsting over Jongho thighs, I’m glad to be able to talk to you in comfort, that your blog is a safe space. It really makes me feel at ease because at least I know I have someone I can talk to. I love youooouuuu!!

@little-precious-baby​  MEI! My sister!!! Thank you so much for helping me get adopted into your family ;^; You have such a big heart- especially when you drop in to check on everyone. You’re so precious to me even though we’ve met late in 2020. I hope we can become closer. I love you wholesome-kitten, I meant, my sister! <3 

@artha-amberose​ HELLOOOOOO! I’m so glad you stumbled upon that one post about me finding mutuals. Even though we’ve just met recently, I’m in love with your ocs. I’m still a little lost and catching up in the lore, BUT YOU HAVE SUCH BIG BRAIN with making all those up- especially with the world building. I’m so glad you were so open with sharing, it made me feel at ease to talk to you. Looking forward to more talks and sharing with you! 

@masterninjacow​  WHIEEEE HUSNA!! Even tho we’ve talked for a bit this past week, I can already tell you have a big heart. I was kind of intimidated by you at first, I’m sorry uhbsinjs ;^;, but I’m so glad that you messaged me first cos I probably wouldn’t have worked up the courage to talk to you sHNJsk I hope you have a good year! I’m looking forward to be able to talk to you more!

@saksukei​ HEYYYY!! I just realized- i never asked for you name sgubhnijss ;^; Anyways, thank you so much for being open and welcoming. I’m usually very hesitant and shy to approach people online but you’ve helped change that mindset with how welcoming you were. You’re so freaking creative and I LOVE the way you write. Hopefully we can interact more in the future. And please, help me stan Seventeen SKSKSK 😂😂

@aixy-hpsa​​ RYU! I’m so glad you yeeted into my inbox and taunted me with that Jongho gif or else I wouldn’t have been able to torment you back and become friends with you. You’re so cute and kind, I smile whenever we talk to each other. I hope we can talk more in the future! ILY!! 

@neo-shitty​​ Hello ate toffee! EHEHEHEH Sana masarap handaan niyo po ngayon. But I just want to say thank you, for messaging me first (at least I think you did LMAO) kasi nahiya ako nung una na kausapin kita. Pero nagpapasalamat ako na na-meet kita dito. Sana mas magkaroon tayo ng mga interaction sa labas ng kpop (kung okay lang sa yo yan ehheheh). Keep writing! ILY ATE!! <3

And to my anons: nonnie,  🍹🦕 anon, and  🔥💫 anon. Even though our first interactions were, I guess dirty hbsnjmks, I hope you know that I’m open to talk about anything. Whether you wanna vent or just talk about the most random stuff, I’m here to listen <3 

To everyone else, I hope you know that I appreciate you! My blog is a safe space for you all and I hope we can talk with each other and get to know each other more. Happy new years! Manifesting 2021 will be a good one!

[miscellaneousmoontoffee]

MoonToffee A monster in Paris AU

The full timeline and some notes ( contains swearing and gets kinda lazy towards the end! ) (( another note Chauncey although mentioned sometimes doesn’t come up much in the AU cause there wasn’t much need, so sorry pig-goat lovers! ))

Characters

- Moon = Lucille - Toffee = Francoeur ( both monsters toffee's just a lot more cunning but I think in this AU he's going to be a lot more open and slightly naive because of the circumstances ) - River = Raoul / Emile ( Raoul's place in the story-ish and Emile's more cautious behavior but without his romance of Maud. ) - Mina = Victor ( the antagonist that's pretty full of themselves and could potentially/go mad, I think they fit each other pretty well ) - No one = Maud ( since river is going to be following after Raoul in terms of loving Moon/Lucille there is no need for a Maud plus no one really fits her much anyway ) - Count Mildrew = Albert ( both background characters and kinda up their respective asses ) - A solarian soldier = Pate ( Pate is the inspector/right hand man of Victor btw ) - Comet = Carlotta ( both the main female leads mum/mother figure ) - Chauncey = Charles ( Chauncey in this AU of course still belongs to moon but she tells him to keep an eye on the river, plus she lets him hang out with the professor cause they both have fun together, aka the prof needed a smart animal companion (( mad scientist aesthetic man )) and Chauncey wanted more food than moon gave him )

Loose plot

- River wakes up daydreaming about being together with moon then is like oh i forgot something ( you can choose what he forgot ) so he goes downstairs. - his dad is like "hey son can you help me run some errands?" obviously this was not a question so river hops in his dad's car and they drive off to do the thing. - his dad drops him off at the lab to deliver some eggs and says he needs to go do some other task and that hes gonna go and he will pick him up when hes done, and River is like "dad I’m just giving some dude eggs i can go with ya" - so his dad goes well actually the guy is out of the country and hes sure they dude wouldn't mind if river went in and looked around, wink wink nudge nudge. - river gets the message and his dad drives away. - He goes in and is like okay I'm glad I went to do chores today this is awesome, and then a pig starts chewing on his trousers and hes like " Chauncey?? what are you doing, does moon know you're here?!?" and Chauncey says nothing cause he's a pig but he tries to push river to the exit but river doesn’t pick up on this hint. - so river goes "Oooh do you wanna explore with me little buddy?" and Chauncey is like 'no leave' but river goes into the lab anyway. - the look around for a bit and river starts drawing stuff that looks cool ( the drawing is bad but he wants to  remember what stuff looks like ) -he finds some potions and is like "ooh I wonder what they do???" so tests one out on a seed that says "instant growth potion " on a label. - it of course grows and he's like wow but walks back to see it better and knocks some potions over. - Chauncey goes to try and stop the potions but steps on a lizards tail and it gets scared and runs under where the potions are falling ( river of course doesn't notice this ) - crash, boom, smoke! - river gets up and sees the shadow of a lizard man and is like " AHHHHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" so it runs away so river draws it before he forgets then runs out to the front to get home, not caring that his dad said he would pick him up he's not waiting for that thing to get him! - unfortunately he drops a handkerchief which crudely had his name stitched into it and leaves back to his house. - A couple of days pass and the lizard monster starts showing up in the papers. - an investigation is started over the mysterious explosion at the lab and the new monster that appeared the very same night. - the cheif investigator tells mina loveberry 'bout this and she's like "yes, now is my chance to rise to the top!" - they look around and find River's handkerchief.

- Cut to moon, and her club is looking for a new act/singer and it's not going well. - so one of the waiters, a real smug bastard, is auditioning and it's just him singing badly about how amazing he is and telling her that she's welcome for the free performance of a god. - and she's like "yeah... no thanks I don't really think the club is really the right fit for you." - so hes like " FINE I'M TOO TALENTED FOR THIS LITTLE CLUB I'LL GO FORM MY OWN CLUB! ( *bender voice* with blackjack and hookers! ) - so she's like " yep you are way too good for us, I worry if you joined I would be out of a job. goodbye now! " - Cue Mildrew seeing toffee and freaking out trying to go back in but still being really vain ( ' PLEASE LET ME IN I'LL EVEN SIGN YOU AN AUTOGRAPH!!! ' ) - It doesn't work out so he jumps a nearby fence and books it. - Toffee is like what is that awful ringing noise is it this? and then proceeds to ring the doorbell a million times just too ' make sure it's this '. - So Moon opens the finally all like " YES Mildrew what is it- of holy fudging schnitzels " - she accidentally hits it with the door and is apologizing profusely as she goes to help the ' person ' up. - sees its the lizard person and freaks out, bolts and locks the door. - hears it singing a sad song ( more bitter about the people than the original though ) and is like oh it can talk???? also it has a godly voice???? - she gets an umbrella and tentatively opens the door and apologizes and welcomes this creature in out the rain. - he is suspicious but goes in anyway because its better than freezing to death in the rain - so she awkwardly starts conversation " Soo I'm sorry about hitting you with the door and leaving like that, I just got a bit.... panicked. but might as well start with names, mines moon " - and he just kinda sits there and she picks up that ‘oops he doesn't have one’ so she looks around and is like I have to call him something. - then she looks at a box of toffees a fan had given her and is like " Since you don't seem to have a name would you like me to call you toffee? I'm not the best with names but I need to call you something. " - so he goes ok, and she says that if he wants to stay in Paris he should probably have a disguise.

-cut back to river and someone knocks on his door. - he goes and opens it and it reveals officers who see his drawing of the monster in the lab on his wall and he is arrested. - they bring him to mina, and he starts pleading not to go to prison and that it was all an accident. - ( they also brought Chauncey who was staying with River) - he panicking blames the pig and chauncy narrows his eyes as this will be remembered for later.... - Mina tells him not to worry and that by creating a monster he has actually helped her in one of her secret projects and she gives him a badge of honor. - River leaves and then is like "now that I have this badge I have the confidence to go to one of moons shows and maybe I can try and woo her with my badge!" - so he goes to see her and due to the fact that Mildread is still pissed at moon he gives river the best seats in the house cause he is bad at revenge, so river thinks its his lucky day! - he sees the show and was hypnotized by moons song so he decides to push his luck by going to talk to her back stage. - during the time river was being arrested moon got to see a lot of what Toffee could do and who he is;

. he has a pretty wry sense of humor . he is rather naive in the way of society and social cues . he's also really smart and a quick learner . she also gives him his disguise ( his hair isn't a wig ) . he is pretty fuckin' strong . really stubborn . takes a while for him to trust her but when he does he's pretty clingy . he is vain about his hair and constantly brushes it to lay flat, it always curls at the ends anyway. . he REALLY likes suits. and is rather cuddly.

- so the performance is about to start but he doesn't want to leave her side and sit with the band so cue the scene in the movie. - they actually perform and they end up dancing together on stage, and she refuses to admit to her self that her face felt a little warm when he looked at her with such a loving look while dancing. - back to after the performance and river comes over nervously to congratulate her for the awesome performance, and goes to shake toffee's hands when he spots his tail. - he shrieks and moon puts her hand over his mouth and drags him and toffee back to her dressing room. - she tries to tell him that she knows he's the monster and he's not awful at all. - but river starts freaking out so she slaps him and tells him to get a grip man! - he calms down a little but is still like how are you so calm - so moon tells him why toffee is not dangerous and he calms down properly. - unfortunately for them Mildrew overhears and he now has a better idea for revenge against moon...

- the police arrive soon moon leaves to greet them and try to distract them, while river has to hide toffee. - so Moon goes to the door and is like " oh Mina I wasn't expecting you, what are you doing here? " - And Mina's like " sorry mud sister but this is serious business, where are you hiding it? " - and Moons like fuck she already knows its here somewhere. so she plays dumb " hiding what? I don't have anything to hide. " ( as she sweats bullets ) - and Mina already knowing that moons lying just barges through with the inspector and the 'troops' - Mina instantly tries to go to moons dressing room but moon cuts her off " okay Mina I'm sorry but if you go in there we can't  be mud sisters it's a blatant breach of my privacy. " - and Mina calls her bluff and goes in anyway. - Moon is like fuck everything's over they found him... crud. - so when she goes in to make her last stand she is surprised that they are nowhere to be found, and so is Mina. ( surprised that is ) - the inspector comes in and says they haven't found anything so Mina stands silently for a while then goes and pleads to moon to be mud sisters again. - moon still a bit high on adrenaline from then panic says yes just to get her out of the room and they leave after arresting Mildrew for basically pissing Mina off. - moon sighs and says that they can come out and the cost is clear after Mina and the others leave. - she then gets spooked as toffee pops out of her piano, so she lends him a hand and then checks to make sure nothing's broken in her piano. ( storing lizard men in your pianos isn’t a good for pianos kids ) - river then falls down the chimney coughing from all the soot and toffee warily gives him a hand up. ( the start of a beautiful friendship! )

- the next day Mina opens the Montmartre Funicular ( its a escalator/elevator thing on a hill I think ) - the trio ( plus Chauncey ) planned last night that they are going to fake toffee's death on the opening day so people won't look for him and he can live a normal life. - so Mina introduces moon who is going to sing for the opening. - so halfway through singing river loudly shouts " oh my god it's the monster oooh nooo! " - so the crowd starts panicking and Mina is like ' It’s my time to shine! ' - then Toffee hops down and picks up moon bridal style and roars viciously - and moon is all like " oh noooo it's got me, whatever shall I do? " - one of the 'soldiers' tries to shoot toffee but Mina tells him not to as he could hit her blood sister. - then she remembers that river had conveniently given some ' anti monster grenade ' earlier so she throws it and smoke spreads everywhere. - when the smoke clears the monster is gone and the crowd rejoices their savior (the crowd lead by river and moon of course ) - but then Mina spots a scarf caught in the trapdoor and opens it to reveal toffee.

- moon freaks out so her and river shout at toffee to run, as they themselves make a break for it. - river had conveniently brought his dads car/van to get there ( with his dad's permission of course ) so they hopped in and booked it as toffee went the other way so there would be less people chasing him. - luckily Chauncey had already been waiting in the car so they didn't need to wait for him to get in. - so they speed down the street narrowly avoiding obstacles, one of which ended up making river loose his ' fashionable ' straw coat to a horse. - unfortunately for them a hook ends up grabbing their car and they look up and who is it other than Mina and an exhausted looking soldier peddling their FREAKING AIRSHIP LIKE MINA YOU REALLY DIDN'T NEED A WHOLE FUC- - so moon has to climb out and try and get rid of it cause river is driving. - unfortunately for her it's way to heavy and she almost ends up falling off several times, but fortunately ( finally something good for these poor characters ) toffee was making his getaway very near to them so he hopped down on the cars bonnet to help moon pull off the hook. - but because things can never be easy it doesn't work and Mina ends up lifting the car off the ground. ( also moon falls back onto toffee's chest, cue blushy blushy BS when they think back on this at a later date,a scenario which I have obviously not written ) - so they are currently panicking as moon and toffee precariously make their way back inside the van so when they inevitably fall they won’t be as injured. - so Mina drops them in to the seine to try and drown toffee, currently forgetting that her mud sister ( however traitorous she may be ) was in there. - luckily when they start sinking river's father had been planning a boating trip so he had oars in the back. - they paddle to the Eiffel tower before they drown and make it, only loosing River's dad's car along the way. which in the end maybe worse than drowning in the long run. ( for River at least )

- river mourns the car and they make their way up the tower unsure what to really do now other than try and get as far away from Mina as possible. - Mina shoots the airship and she lands on the Eiffel tower, the soldier only just making it out alive by jumping into the seine. - the trio reaches the top when toffee starts to feel weak and moon notices that a lot of his scales are falling off, and she gets worried but slings his arm over her shoulder and asks river to help her carry him to the top. - they are almost at the top when they are stopped when moon placed toffee down for a bit to rest her arms and she hears a gun click. - Mina demands they hand over the monster and toffee makes a run for it up a ladder to the very top of the tower, so Mina brushes harshly past moon to run after toffee. - unfortunately for moon she was standing too close to an edge and got pushed over but managed to grab the edge. - so river goes to try and help moon but somehow also falls over, hanging only onto a spare belt he tried to lower down. ( hey it’s always handy to have a spare belt y’know? ) - luckily they forgot Chauncey was there because he was trailing behind them the whole way up the tower, so he pulls them both up and moon rushes for the ladder after hugging River and Chauncey. - River goes up too but a bit slower and more careful, after almost falling to his death he didn’t really wanna take another chance after all. - Moon goes up there only to see toffee get shot by Mina and fall to a lower level. - before Mina can look over and make sure he's dead the police inspector comes over and arrests her after the ‘soldier’ who was peddling the airship called the other police officers to arrest Mina for leaving him for dead. - moon vaguely sees this but doesn't stick around long, she rushes back down past river (who had only just gotten up here) to find where toffee fell. - she only found his clothes and no body. - It doesn't really register that he could have escaped because of the shock so she just cries - river finds her and comforts her and she brings the clothes back to her dressing room as to not forget him.

- the next day she realizes she has to perform but she is still overcome by grief, so she picks up his scarf to at least wear if she has to perform when she feels wiggling. - she carefully unwinds the scarf and inside there is a lizard. a lizard missing its middle finger. - overwhelmed by joy she tells river and him and Chauncey go to get a potion that will turn him back to his bipedal form permanently. - so he turns back and after hugging him really hard and him apologizing ( what for though? upsetting her? IDK ask him ) she asks if he wants to go sing with her and he says yes. - they perform and at the almost end of the dance she kisses him, just a light peck but a kiss none the less. - river is semi-heart broken yet had kind of seen it coming for a while now. - and toffee goes beet red as the crowd whistles. - while her mum squeals that her baby had finally found a partner! - END

Notes + extras

- Moon cuts off toffees finger when she was cooking with him at one point but then constantly apologizes for it later, he of course forgives her but she does it anyway and he likes making little jokes and jabs at her about it. - Although when we first see River it looks like he's bad with the cold due to the amount of clothes he's wearing, he is actually really good with the cold and was constantly almost overheating but wanted to impress moon with clothing items that his friends told him were cool. of course they weren't very cool all in one outfit. - when toffee first transformed he got his hair, he doesn't know where from but he thinks there may have been some hair on the floor when he got hit by the potion. - Moon takes star's role as Mina's mud sister since star isn't here in this AU. - cause river was distracted when he was watching moon performance before he knew toffee he didn't see the way they ( moon + toffee ) looked at each other but looking back he can definitely see 'it'.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) - due to the potion making toffee human it also increased his regenerative ability from being a lizard to new heights ( for example, if an ant were human sized it would have super strength ) (( no this doesn’t really come into play into the story )) - after the kiss on stage Toffee and moon share another kiss in her dressing room ( nothing like that get your mind out of the gutter! ) - Chauncey was staying with River before he got arrested because when he left the lab scared he brought him so he wouldn't get hurt but then was too shy to give him back to Moon. - Mina calls the police her ' troops ' in reference to the solarian warriors. possibly why no one wants her as mayor...

[emosnakeboy]

Do all the ice cream questions!

oh sweet jesus ok yeah i suppose thats one way to cute boredom thanks 

chocolate: when was your first kiss? June 13th of 2016, huge ass regrets

french vanilla: how old are you? not old enough to make a difference, in the eyes of the government (but that’s just what i let them think)

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to? hmmm Cairo, Egypt; London, England; Las Vegas, Nevada, USA

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak? probably german or finnish so i can go to college in one of those countries for free, either that or french or latin so i can pass my classes

coffee: favorite cosmetics brands? i dont use makeup

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors? probably indoors, less sunburn more AC and wifi

cookie dough: do you play any instruments? yes several, i play baritone, clarinet, ukulele (badly), and probably some others that i should be working on. lately i’ve been inspired to learn how to play the trombone.

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment? ohhh boy... Nicotine by Panic! At The Disco, The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance, The Last of The Real Ones by Fall Out Boy, If These Sheets Were The States by All Time Low, and Ground Control by All Time Low (i hecking love atl fight me) (there are so many more songs i could say)

butter pecan: favorite songs for life? oh shit those above, plus both Boy Division and The Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign? capricorn

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool? pool, sorry, i don’t really like sand. i like being able to sit underwater and see through my goggles and i just cant do that at the beach

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post? lemme check... the one that wasn’t even mine it’s about how the sanders sides reacted in virgil’s room portraying their fears and shit, my friend sent it via a group chat and i loved it so i posted it and now everyone else loves it

bubblegum: books or movies? can’t pick i love both reading and watching movies for different reasons

pistachio: manga or anime? anime, easier to focus on and takes less time to get through

salted caramel: favorite movies? Love, Simon; Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, i can’t remember any others atm

birthday cake: favorite books? The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Claire, The Maze Runner series by James Dashner, The Harry Potter books by J.K. Rowling (particularly the Prisoner of Azkaban), Secrets For The Mad by Dodie Clark

moose tracks: favorites for manga? Fairy Tail Zero and Death Note

orange sherbet: favorites for anime? Yuuri! On Ice and Death Note, but Hetalia is fuckin funny and Fairy Tail is amazing

peanut butter: favorite acedemic subject? honestly i really don’t have a favorite not because i hate them all but because i love them all. my last history and english teachers made the classes fun so i’ve really been loving those two, and science and math are just practical and fascinating and i can’t not love them. i’m a nerd, what else do you want from me?

black raspberry: do you have any pets? 4 cats 3 dogs and a shitload of guppy fish, not to mention my plants

mango: when and why did you start your blog? i think in like March or April of 2018 because it was about time, i wanted to follow fandom shit but then i realized people like my art and moodboards so that’s kinda become what i do now (requests still open btw)

mocha: ideal weather conditions? London weather. Not too hot, not too cold, not too sunny. i don’t like sunburn. plus the rain is relaxing, and thunderstorms are awesome.

black cherry: four words that describe you? what the fuck evenjk i know people want positive.. respectable, intelligent, talented, pretty

NOTE: it’s not being vain to say that ^^ i don’t dwell on them more than i have to, and honestly since i usually feel like a piece of rat shit it’s very good that im able to describe myself as anything other than that. 

neapolitan: things that stress you out? too much clutter when i’m working, assholes interrupting class, my friends hiding things from me, my anxiety and depression constantly telling me to yeet myself off the nearest cliff

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music? pop-rock, pop-punk, rock, sometimes indie shit.. mostly alternative/pop

chocolate marshmellow: favorite brands of candy? TWIZZLERS and i particuarly love hershey stuff, and starburst but i forget who starburst is by

toffee: a card game that you’re good at? solitaire... but i do like Texas Hold ‘Em

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast? most days yeah

peach: how do you relax? drawing, writing, reading, listen to music, sometimes just lie down and do nothing, hug my friends if i can

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet? oh god i read a lot.. Wings of Fire series, i’ve heard a lot about it and i really wanna read it

superman: do you like sweaters? absolutely i do, however not during the summer when it’s this hot

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee? both but not very frequently

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play? ukulele, baritone, guitar, trombone

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried? yes several times at stuff that’s ridiculously stupid

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr would have? do they let me block certain tags and i just haven’t figured out how yet? idk im still pretty new to this site

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs? oh god there’s a lot... im gonna leave it at three for now, and those would be mostly my art idols @elentori-art @the-pastel-peach and @voidsides but there are so many more i wish i could put aiehgsbngu

almond: favorite mean girls quote? i’ve never seen mean girls idk if any of the possible quotes im thinking of are even from mean girls and im not gonna embarrass myself by saying them

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now? unpainted, but last they were black with glitter over the top

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to? yes a few times

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone? yeap and 9/10 times it sucks but then there’s the 1 time where everything goes right and it makes every point in your life up until then worth it

cappuccino crunch: do you ever take naps? not really

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve done? think i was straight until 2016 and humiliate myself by chasing these guys but never truly feeling like i liked them

brownie batter: do you like sushi? never had it but i don’t think so, im not a big fish person

key lime: where do you want to be right now? probably about 30 minutes away from where i am in my s.o.’s arms on their couch watching soul eater or avatar: the last airbender with them

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses? yep im blind as fuck

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream? sea salt caramel, banana peanut butter, pistachio almond, white house/cherry vanilla

ok wow that took a while.. thank u though that cured my boredom and now i have to do stuff so sbfguisng adios y gracias 

[talesmaniac89]

The Raid

Summary: Dean x Reader - Dean and the reader goes on a Halloween candy raid to stock up their sugar arsenal.

Triggers: None, just fluff

Word Count: 3894

Y/N = Your name ¦ Y/L/N = Your Last Name ¦ Y/H/C = Your hair colour  ¦ Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour

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“You ready to go (Y/N)?” Dean was already in the doorway leading out of the bunker when you walked out of your room, dressed and clearly ready to go.

 “Yup,” You said, smiling up at him and tying your (Y/H/C) hair in a loose ponytail as you basically bounced up the steps to where he was waiting patiently. Well… Waiting. The jury was still out on the patience part.

 The hunter was nearly bouncing up and down in excitement as he waited for you to join him by the door so that he could hurry you out towards the Impala. Sure, you were excited too. Though it was clearly for a different reason. Namely, the chance of spending some time alone with the man you had secretly been in love with for years.

 “You got the list?” Dean asked when you finally reached him, his eyes going to the bag slung over your shoulder before bright green eyes locked with yours expectantly.

 “Yes Dean,” You said with a raised eyebrow, slightly shrugging the shoulder your bag was hanging from to make the bag bounce a little and draw the attention back to it before you got lost in the fairy tale forest in his eyes.

 “You know the plan yeah?” Dean continued, apparently still feeling the need to interrogate you, though he seemed to want nothing more than to hurry on out the door.

 “God Dean,” You finally sighed, nudging the oldest Winchester with your shoulder before walking past him and into the cool autumn air outside. “You’d think we were going on a hunt instead of just raiding stores for Halloween candy,”

 “We need to stock up!” Dean insisted, once more jumping on the sales pitch he’d thrown your way when he first invited you along on his yearly Trick or Treat raid. “It’s the….”

 “...Easiest time of year to buy bucket loads without weird looks and saving a few bucks as well,” You interrupted, finishing his pitch for him before you started walking backwards towards the car with a grin, loving the boyish smile he gave you in return as he joined you. Ready to raid a few stores for Halloween goodies and return back to the bunker to share the loot.

 “Ready for some trick or treating Winchester?”

 “Hell yes (Y/L/N),”

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 “This place always has the best stock,” Dean’s voice was a conspiratorial whisper as you walked through the doors of the shop the fabricated shopping list Dean had you make in hand. For some reason he’d insisted taking the raid to the next level, saying you needed to “go undercover” as a couple to get the candy in an inconspicuous way. ‘Cause clearly only couples were expecting kids to come trick or treating at their door.

 You didn’t really understand his logic, nor his reasoning. But hell, he was the candy raid master, you were just a mere apprentice learning the tricks of the trade. That, and constantly rolling your eyes whenever one of the brothers did something nonsensical usually came with an awful migraine. So you’d learned to go along with it, instead of risking your eyesight and sanity.And honestly, you didn’t exactly hate having his large hand at the small of your back as he kept close and lead you through the shop towards the large bins with Halloween candy. After years of pining for the hunter your heart was about ready to burst from even the smallest bit of contact.

 Still, in some cases, like crazy fabricated undercover ops to get candy, you couldn’t help ask.

 “Tell me again why we’re going to such great lengths to get candy?” Drawn in by his own whispered way of speaking you couldn’t help but to copy him as you stage whispered the question, trying to keep your voice from betraying the way your heart was beating out of your chest.

 “Because it’s easier for couples to buy bucket loads,” Dean said, the same words he’d given you when first throwing his raid pitch your way earlier that week. Actually, you could’ve sworn they were the exact same words. Almost like the older hunter had rehearsed them the way you sometimes had to rehearse the complicated elements of your background stories on hunts.

 Still, unlike you’d done a week ago, where the excitement of spending a day alone with Dean had blinded you of the obvious holes in is reasoning, you just couldn’t let it go that easy. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but hell you were a badass hunter. Curiosity could just try to attack you. It’d end up with a good ol’ fashioned ass whooping.

 “Why though?” You pushed, still keeping your voice low as you wandered through the aisles towards the candy section. Dean’s hand still securely on your lower back and sticking close enough that it was a miracle he hadn’t heard your erratic heartbeat yet. “Everybody buys sweets for Halloween?” You added when the oldest Winchester brother didn’t answer you right away.

 “Uhm… ‘Cause, I dunno it just is,” Dean stammered, his obviously suspisious way of speaking not lost on you. After years of pretending to be police officers, marshals and FBI on cases you knew when someone wasn’t telling the truth. Yet, before you could question him any further, Dean spoke up again. Giving up on whispering once his target was in sight. “Oh look there it is!” Clearly, he was trying to change the subject, but seeing the childish glee in his eyes you decided to drop the issue. At least for a while.

 Instead you opted for enjoying a day spent pretending to be Dean Winchester’s girlfriend. All to get as many sweets as possible. Your little undercover raid bringing you from store to store on the premise of getting ready for trick or treaters. With Dean’s arm constantly either around your waist or wrapped around yours.

 After all, it was that time of year, where people got to dress up and pretend to be what they always wanted to be. Why shouldn’t you be allowed to for once live the dream of mutual love? Why couldn’t that be your “costume” for once?

 ---

 You got a big haul… Actually big didn’t even begin to cover it. You doubted you’d run out of candy anytime soon. Hell, you could probably survive for years on the loot you’d picked up. Willy Wonka would’ve been proud.

 Looking at the bags of Halloween treats on the table you watched as Dean picked out two smaller bags from the mountain of candy and hand one to you. His smile contagious as he rooted around in his bag, making you copy him as you dove into your first share of the Halloween loot.

 “Damn it, I got the twizzlers, I don’t really like twizzlers,” You pouted, pulling the pack out of your bag and waving it at him. Part of being partners in not-so-criminal activities meant that you could exchange parts of your loot with his. Though of course it only counted for the part you were busy stuffing your faces with. For some reason Dean had very strict rules when it came to his yearly Halloween raids.

 Honestly, it was pretty cute.

 “I’ll trade you the Twizzlers for my Skittles,” Dean said through a mouthful of marshmallow. The man was like Flash, but with sweet consumption. You’d barely had the time to look into your bag and he was already stuffing his face like a squirrel. In times like this, Crowley’s nickname for the oldest Winchester brother seemed pretty spot on. Though you’d never tell Dean that.

 “Deal! You said, throwing the Twizzlers towards him just as he threw you the Skittles, both you putting your hunter reflexes to good use as you caught your newly traded sweets. Popping a toffee chocolate into your mouth you continued rooting through your bag. From time to time throwing stolen glances towards Dean.

 “Wanna trade my pop rock candies for something?” Dean said, holding up the sweets just as your hands wrapped around a small box of jelly beans, another not so favourite sweet of yours.

 “Trade ya for some jelly beans,” You said shaking the box. Both of you grinning like children after a particularly fruitful trick or treating session as you made the exchange whilst stealing bites of your respective favourites from the bag. Your little back and forth of candy exchanges continuing as you munched your way through your reward for a well-executed raid.

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 After a little while of quick back and forth trades Dean suggested moving the raid party to the couch with a movie and some beer or whiskey. And though you found yourself wondering what kind of alcohol paired well with sour patch kids you readily joined him on the couch. Happy to get off your feet after a day of constantly chasing that sugar rush across town.

 That, and after a day of being so close to him, the thought of ending the evening and just walking back to your own room felt kinda lonely. No, you knew it had all just been a Halloween dream for a day, but for a few more hours, until midnight came and you had to return to reality, you just wanted a few more minutes, hours even, of stolen glances and shared sweets with the man you secretly loved.

 As well as maybe getting the actual reason for the candy raid undercover sting operation. It still made no sense to you. Since no one commented on anything, nor looked at you strangely as you paid for bags after bags of candy.

 “Ok, it’s time for you to spill the beans Dean. And not of the jellied variety,” You said, eyebrow raised in a challenge as you half turned to face him on the couch. The horror movie playing on low volume in the background as you decided to fully drill him about his reason once again now that he had no easy way of changing the subject.

 Your sudden demand for answers almost had Dean choke on a wine gum sweet shaped like a bat, yet the smooth operator easily recovered and twisted a little to smile at you with a small chuckle. The deep vibrato in his voice sending pleasurable shivers up and down your spine.

 “I told ya, and today should be proof enough. If I walked around alone I would’ve gotten funny looks,” Dean tried once more, though you didn’t buy it. There had been several people buying candy by the bucket load in the store and not all of them were there with a partner.

 “No, I don’t buy it,” You frowned, slightly confused by the hunter’s reasoning as you mentally decided to keep pushing, no matter if he tried to change the subject this time. Of course, you hadn’t counted on the sneaky bastard knowing just the thing to shut you up and change the subject as he pulled out his ace from the bag on his lap. Your favourite chocolate bar.

 “Oooo! Give it!” You involuntary squealed when you caught Dean pull the chocolate bar from the contents of his bag. Sure, you knew he was doing it on purpose. After knowing the man for so many years it wasn’t hard to read him. Especially not when that little smirk grew on his lips. Though there seemed to be almost something nervous about the little half smile this time. You could’ve sworn the corner of his mouth was shaking slightly. Though of course that could’ve been from the excessive amount of sugar the two of you had consumed.

 “Ok, I’ll trade ya,” Dean said, uncharacteristically clearing his throat and reaching for his beer, the usual boyish grin he’d given you with every other trade nowhere to be seen. His hand seemed to shake as he took a sip of beer as the shake seemed to seep from the corner of his mouth and into his words.

 “For what?” You said, already fully falling for the change of subject as you rooted through your own bag of Halloween treats. Though you promised yourself you’d bring it right back up after you got your chocolate bar.

 “If I give you this… You have to promise to forget everything I’m about to say right after I’ve said it, and we’ll go back to watching movies and drinking beer. Like nothing ever happened,” The hunter’s surprising, non-glucose deal made your hand freeze where it had been grabbing for random candy in the bag as your brow furrowed slightly. “Deal?”

 Ok, so this had to be about the strange raid, but why the secrecy? A million different reasons flashed through your mind, but none seemed to want to stick, being either too farfetched or just idiotic. What could make the strongest hunter you knew so nervous? Part of you wanted to know, and part of you was slightly worried. But hell, you’d never listened to the part of your brain that focused on worries, fear and all those other neat emotions that were there to keep you alive (that was probably part of what made you such a good hunter), and you weren’t planning on starting now.

 “Deal,”

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 The silence still dragged on as Dean held on to the chocolate, hesitating for a second as those bright green eyes darkened slightly, like a storm had overtaken the same enchanted forest you only hours earlier had tried to not get lost in. Finally, with a shaky breath Dean handed over the chocolate, finishing the deal as he wet his lips to speak. An action you tried not to focus too much on as you knew even a quick glance down at those full lips would leave you too preoccupied to actually figure out your Halloween mystery.

 “Ok… So the whole undercover thing today…” Dean’s words faded out towards the end as the hunter lost the initial courage he’d built up for his confession. The muttered swearword that followed his annoyed sigh only furthering that little curious itch in you. Though you couldn’t help feeling bad, putting him on the spot like that.

 “Dean…” You started, about to tell the man he didn’t need to tell you. Clearly it was something big, and you didn’t want to force him to confess just because of your damned incurable curiosity. Yet before you could get any further Dean silenced you with a look. Clearly he was determined to tell you, though it seemed hard for him to do so, his fingers tensing and relaxing over his knees as he took another deep breath.   

 “I made it all up,” The confession left Dean so quickly you could barely understand it straight away. Instead you had to play it back in your head, loosening the knots that tied the words together until you got a full sentence out of them. The words proving what you’d pretty much already thought, since it was a pretty shitty cover story to being with. You didn’t comment however, instead staying patiently silent as you waited for the hunter to continue.

 Stopping to take another big mouthful of beer, as if the amber liquid could give him the needed courage, Dean tore at the bottle label instead of looking back up at you. His mouth opening and closing fruitlessly a few times as he tried to find the words.

“It was all a lie. I kinda… I made up the whole thing to spend time with you,” Dean finally said, looking slightly lighter the minute the words left him, as if a burden had been lifted off of his shoulders. That first real admission seemed to open the flood gates. The words coming easier as Dean continued speaking to the beer bottle instead of you. Completely missing your dumbfounded look. “I know it’s pretty cringe-worthy, but I just thought, that maybe… Since it’s Halloween and everyone gets to dress up as what they wanna be, I could at least get to pretend we…”

 “What do you mean Dean?” You finally interrupted him, as the flood of words didn’t seem likely to stop. “You pretended we had to go undercover… To spend time with me? We’re always together,”

 “Yeah… I’m sorry, I know I lied. I know it’s a pretty shitty thing to do, but I just….” Dean’s fingers had resumed their steady tearing of the label as he scolded himself. His forehead creased and jaw straining in the same way you’d seen him act whenever he blamed himself for a mistake during a hunt. “I just wanted to try it out once… See how it would be if we were actually a couple in real life, instead of it just all stayin’ in my head,”

 For a second you couldn’t speak. Hell… You could barely think. Based on what Dean was saying it made it seem like he had feelings for you too. Granted, it was a strange way of showing them, but you knew how terrified the hunter was of losing people. How scared he was of getting close enough to someone to risk losing them. And you didn’t have the right to say anything, you’d been doing the same thing as well. Loving the fact that you could pretend Dean Winchester was yours, if only for a few hours.

 You parted your lips slightly, getting ready to answer him, though you didn’t exactly know what words to use. Half of your vocabulary had basically slipped from your mind during the initial shock. Yet, before you could say anything Dean spoke again. His voice louder and laced with fake cheerfulness.

 “Ok! We made a deal, and I kept mine, so now you have to keep yours and forget about all of this whole convo,” Dean said, finally looking back up at you from the bottle. Yet, the boyish grin he tried to give you as he laughed it all off was stiff and unnatural before he turned to face the TV again. Not giving you the chance to tell him how you’d been acting the same way.

 “Dean…” You started, still trying, though the hunter seemed determined to kill the subject completely. Shaking his head the minute you started speaking before he spoke up to stop you.

 “You promised (Y/N),” Dean tried to keep his voice light, but you could hear that self-deprecating weakness in it that sometimes hung like a shadow across the shoulders of the hunter. Painting him in contrasting colours, as a man who loved too much, yet didn’t believe he was worthy of love.

 Shutting your mouth, you instead busied yourself with rooting through your bag until giving up actually finding anything bribe worthy and instead holding out the first thing your fingers closed around.

 “Wanna trade?” Your voice was barely a whisper as you held out the piece of candy without looking down at it. Dean however did, brow furrowing in confusion as he looked from the Halloween candy in your hand and up at you. A shimmer of understanding running through his eyes as they finally met with your serious ones.

 “That’s the chocolate bar I just gave you…” Dean started, clearly unwilling to make the trade and hear you out. With a sigh you put the chocolate back in the bag and held out the full bag between the two of you.

 “Just hear me out Winchester…” You said, trying to sound more authoritative than you really felt. And clearly failing majestically, since even you could detect the way your voice shook. This time however, you didn’t give him the time to disagree or say no to the trade. Instead you dropped the bag between the two of you onto the couch pillow as you spoke. Offering up the trade without letting him reject it before leaping off a ledge you’d never thought you’d dare falling over. “I did the same thing,”

 Dean’s eyes that had been focused on the candy bag lifted until he was instead fully focused on you. Yet, as a series of silent questions flashed across his eyes, the room stayed silent around you. Save for the TV where the heroine was busy screaming for help from… Hell, you didn’t know, you hadn’t been paying attention.

 “What do you mean?” Dean finally said, after the silence had dragged on for a while. The sudden sound of his deep voice a shock to the system in the quiet room as you felt your shoulders tense. Forcing your muscles to relax you squeezed your eyes shut and let out a shaky breath before you kept speaking.

 “Today…. I was happy going on a candy raid with you, because it let me live for a day feeling like I was  actually yours...” You said, your words barely even a whisper as you focused on the bag of candy between the two of you instead of the man you loved. “...That you were mine. If you believe you did something wrong, then so did I,”

 “Wait so you…” Dean copied your low whisper as he spoke. His voice still shook, yet some of the darkness seemed to have disappeared. Replaced instead with hopeful confusion. That little glimmer of light, a twinkle of happiness, was all the further urging you needed. A small smile building on your lips as you finally looked up at him and spoke up, voice clearer and slightly louder in the empty Men of Letters bunker.

 “Yes, you adorable dork. I have feelings for you, and I was happy to pretend to be your girlfriend and spend the day, just you and me,” You said, hoping you hadn’t misunderstood what he meant by his earlier words. You hadn’t right? No, it was too late to regret your words either way. You had laid it all bare, and honestly it was as if a huge weight had been lifted off of your shoulders and chest. Like you could finally breathe again. Dean however, still looked a bit confused.

 “You what?”

 “You heard me Winchester. I’m in love with you, so don’t go making a martyr out of yourself just yet,” You said, voice shaking slightly as you watched the man struggle with understanding your words next to you. Yet, as the last shadows of confusion left his eyes and the bright, magical forest green colour returned you felt the shaking subside.

 “I’m in love with you too, have been for the longest time,” Dean’s voice was clear and loud as he spoke. No hesitation, no guilt, audible as he beamed at you. That boyish grin back with full force as his eyes locked with you. The mix of words and that breathtaking smile making your heart do somersaults in your chest as your own timid smile grew.

 “Took you long enough Winchester,” You said, your own smile bright and real as you watched Dean pick up the bag of candy between you and unceremoniously drop it on the coffee table. His eyes never leaving your (Y/E/C) ones the whole time until he finally moved closer to you until you were within arms reach.

 “Shut up (Y/L/N),” Dean shot back, though there was nothing but happiness in his voice as he leaned in. Shutting you up himself with a kiss tasting faintly of sugar and chocolate and sweeter than any Halloween candy ever could be.

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An Open Book (Thommy Fanfic) Chapter 7

AN: Sorry it's later than usual pudding pops ;) Thomas is beginning to crack, Jimmy talks to Lady Edith about something that could potential create a new life for them. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 8, A03.

To wake up again, wrapped around Jimmy was a dream. It felt like a dream, the sun cracked into the room and lit him up, softened him…He was a man of considerable height and build, but something about him in that moment reminded Thomas of a child. Something so precious and innocent. And it made all the pain worth it. What pain? How could pain be real? How could the Duke exist in the same world as Jimmy… it seemed too farfetched to believe? Maybe Thomas had dreamt him up? He stirred him Thomas’ arms, nuzzling gently against his collar bone and inhaling. “Hmmm.” The noise was content, sweet…and almost domestic. Thomas held him closer, tightening his arms. Never in his life did Thomas imagine he would end up in this sort of position. Sex was almost doable for him but love…finding love for someone like Thomas was meant to be impossible.

“Thomas...its nice yer so happy to see me but you’re crushing my lungs.” The underbutler loosened them and Jimmy blushed looking up and him bashful. “ Morning. What time is it?” “You have five minutes, it will be at least 10 before the rest will be up, Mrs Patmore and Daisy won’t come up after all.” He nodded and huffed. “I don’t wanna work…” “It’s either that or we’re tossed to the curb.” “Do you ever just think how unfair it is…that we have our whole lives run for us, we have near no rights, have to pander to the uppers…just because we was born to the wrong parents. And you. You have to live with worse…” “You shouldn’t dwell on it. Not when it’s not likely to change.” He ran his fingers through the end of the younger’s curls. “You need a haircut…before Carson says something. He puffed and sat up. “See! That there. Even my fucking hair style is decided by a bunch of jumped up, toffee nosed-“ “Breath sweetheart.” Thomas chuckled. Jimmy tilted his head a little taken aback. “I like sweetheart.” Thomas beamed. “Mm good, now move yer arse I need t’get dressed.” Jimmy made a noise of protest and he was flipped onto his back.” “You said we had five minutes!” “I said you have five minutes. I take longer to get dressed.” He stood up gingerly. Jimmy’s watched him as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, he blushed, voice dropped down to a solemn tone. “Is the Duke’s valet still taken ill?” Thomas paused in putting on his vest and the footman witnessed the muscles in his back tense. He felt bad that there was a part of him that found it incredibly attractive in such a serious moment. “I expect so.” He pulled the vest over his head “Thomas is he hurting you?” The older straightened out his vest and turned to him. “Jimmy…stop fussing.” He moved back over to the bed and cupped his cheek. “I can look after myself” Jimmy closed eyes and his eyes dropped to his hands as Thomas’ palm pulled away. “You should get back to your room…” he wandered over to the door and cracked it open, peeking out. Jimmy came up behind him. “Good to go.” He let Jimmy out of the room, guilty at the sadness in his expression. “I love you.” Jimmy turned back to him and leaned up, capturing his lips gently for a few seconds… and Thomas could have just died and gone to heaven. “I know…” the younger told him. But with some other sentence bubbling somewhere behind his eyes. / Go steady love and keep your precious head, but give your heart unto me instead. God knows you don’t have a clue what you’re doing with it…let alone mine. Give me your heart and all will be fine. / “Well apparently Lord and Lady Crawford have taken to having their staff join in the conversation at dinner.” Cora said, as Robert poured over the newspaper. “How very distasteful.” Robert scowled. Then he met Tom’s eyes over the table. “No offence Tom…” Edith spoke up.  “I think it’s great.” “You would.” Mary rolled her eyes. “It’s about time we start realising that servants are human beings.” she carried on regardless.  “Without them you wouldn’t be drinking that tea or wearing those clothes.” “Oh, I’d have to agree with you Lady Edith.” Philip exclaimed. Thomas took in a deep breath as he poured him his tea. “Why I fiercely enjoy having close relationships with all my men. Frightfully interesting people, servants. Why take Mr Barrow here…” Both Jimmy and Thomas tensed. “He is a most interesting young man. Very…multi-talented…very quick witted…intelligent. Why he has as many redeeming…assets as any upper-class gentleman I’ve ever met and a little more than some I know.” He sipped his tea and Thomas straightened up, cleared his throat and moved away, he looked green, sickly and Jimmy wanted to dive over the table and strangle the rotten prick blue. “Thank you…your grace.” Thomas couldn’t stand the way the Crawleys looked at him… so impressed. Not when he knew that he had earnt the Duke’s favour only by being his whore and bending over for him. “And I daresay, these two men in particular are far too good looking, they make me feel so old.” The women showered him flatteries as he met Jimmy at the trays. Jimmy let his thumb brush Thomas’s thumb, let it graze it. It was a small gesture…but it was enough to get Thomas through breakfast. / Luckily, when lunch was served, Carson decided to take Thomas’ place. “You look sickly again Barrow, it will not do… I will call for Mr Mosely and you will rest until you are needed by the Duke this evening.” Thomas didn’t argue. He locked himself in his room. He thought he could get some sleep, but no luck. Then he foolishly let him mind wander to Jimmy, it meant that he was caught between happiness and extreme longing. The conversations they’d had coming back to him. “You ever think of just running away.” Or… “Do you ever just think how unfair it is…” Yes. Yes, to both. It was incredibly unfair and if he had the chance, he would not hesitate to run. But that chance was not likely to come. / “M’lady…may I have a quick word with you?” Edith paused, dark eye scanning Jimmy as he approached her on her way to her room to change. “You may. What can I do for you James.” “I heard you were in touch with many talented writers, including yourself of course m’lady.” “I am…” she smiled. He handed her a book. Not his personal, mahogany leather that he had shown Thomas, but a secondary one, full of writings but devoid of anything incriminating. “I thought I would ask if you would maybe read some of my own…and if you see fit, you may pass then on to whoever you choose m’lady.”

“I didn’t know you could write James?” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t blame you m’lady, most people wouldn’t guess it.” “Hmm well I shall look over your work most intently.” “If you don’t mind m’lady… and I apologise if this is too…forward. But may I ask just one more favour.” He used his beauty to sway her this time, looking up under his lashes and biting his lip. “Of course…” she said without a thought. “You employer hires artist and illustrators in your magazine as well as photographers. And well..I have seen some of his work…and m’lady Mr  Barrow is such a talented artist.” “My, you do surprise me more and more James! Do you have any of his work to hand?” “Not on me m’lady. But if I could get it to you by tonight? Send it up with your lady’s maid in an envelope maybe?” “Yes, I can’t see why not.” She allowed looking positively bemused. “Its very kind of you to recommend him James.” “Not at all m’lady, his work speaks for itself.” “Well, I look forward to a…barrage of talent.” “Thank you m’lady you are most kind.” / Jimmy was absolutely brimming with excitement as he knocked on Thomas’ door. “Yes?” Jimmy came in a big smile on his face and even drowned in his misery Thomas couldn’t bare not to smile back. “What a nice sight. What’re you so chirpy about?” “You’re going to love me forever.” “That’s the plan…” “Shut up for a second” he bounded over and sat on the end of his bed cross legged. “Remember you told me I should send some of my stuff off?” “Yes…” he laughed brushing Jimmy’s fallen hair away from his eyes. Jimmy smiled gratefully. “Well I passed some on to Lady Edith…” “Jimmy…that’s amazing I…” “Uh-uh, I’m not done. I had a word.” He bit his lip. “She wants to see some of your drawings…your paintings…” Thomas opened his mouth and closed it. “I-I don’t know Jimmy…” “Why not!? You’re so good Thomas!” The elder’s eyes thawed. “That’s real sweet my love, but you aren’t the on who has the power to reject me. I think you think I’m better than I actually am.” “And I think you’re a man who your whole life has been told you aint just peachy as you are.” Thomas smiled. “C’mon Thomas, this could be our chance to get out of here. And even if it aint…at least we gave a shot yeah?” Thomas’s eyes wandered all the way to the window thoughtfully, before they returned to a hopeful Jimmy. “Fine… I’ll rip out a few of the better pages, some of the less incriminating ones too.” Jimmy grinned from ear to ear and pulled him by his waistcoat into a firm kiss. Then he pulled back slow his eyes wide, surprised at himself. Thomas smirked and caressed his jawline with his thumb. “You are so very special my love.” / Being in the room with Philip was such a stark contrast from Jimmy. He was even rougher with him tonight. Luckily, the salve Thomas had stolen from the stocks for his soreness was working. He would apply some when he got downstairs. However this time, he was left with such awful bruises, littering his back and front in shades of red that were sliding the scale to black and blue. Though the salve would sooth them…Thomas could see in the ornate mirror across from him that they looked horrendous. After Philip was done with him he grunted and rolled over. Then after he had recovered, he slapped Thomas on his already sore ass . “Come then my cherub, back to business.” “I thought it was business, your Grace. I’m surprised you haven’t thrown a handful of notes my way.” “Oh my sweet… I pay you enough with compliments to your employer.” “I don’t want them.” Philip yanked his head up roughly by his hair. “Do not become a brat Thomas it will do you no favours.” He shoved him back down. “Now… be a love and fetch me my shirt.” / Dinner service went a little better, Philip kept his comments to himself and with the help of the salve, Thomas as a lot less sore than yesterday. “Oh, James? Barrow?” Edith called them as she left early for bed, they turned away from the drinks both a little surprised. “M’lady…” Thomas greeted. “I’ve looked over your works…” They both nodded anxious and wound tight in anticipation. “They’re brilliant…both of you. I’d be happy to send them to my editor and see what he thinks.” Jimmy felt the urge to hug the woman but he instead let out a soft, astounded laugh. “Thank you so much m’lady.” “Yes thankyou…really. You did not have to this.” “Oh it’s my pleasure. You are part of our history Barrow and James you can be very persuasive.” He blushed, modest. “Thank you m’lady.” “Good night to both of you.” / That night they were both full of beans, excitement running through them in tendrils and Jimmy like a kid at Christmas. By the time he’d made it to Thomas’ room his cheeks ached from all the happiness. He greeted Thomas with and enthusiastic kiss that took him by surprise. The elder made a soft noise in the back of his throat. “Mm, hello.” He chortled against his lips. “Hello...” He was turning pink. He couldn’t find it in himself to pull away though…hope made Jimmy brave, even with this. Suddenly this small dingy and dark room felt like a palace, with crystal glimmering above then marble under their feet. Suddenly he was in a world where loving Thomas didn’t feel so scary. “Lord above…I love you, don’t I?” Thomas blinked, eyes large and dumbfounded, his heart was soaring, and god there were tears in his eyes. Before he could answer Jimmy kissed him again, harder…passionate. So passionate it shook Thomas to his very core. It was the type of kiss that after it happened you know you’d never be the same. The kiss unravelled. They unravelled… like frayed coils of ribbon until they were pulling at each other, hands in hair and pressed close, tangled so damn tight. And when Jimmy lowered his hips and Thomas whined into his open mouth…this time they didn’t stop. They rutted, clothes on like teenagers. In some other mood, the hard line of Thomas’ cock would have terrified him, but he was brave tonight…so brave and he ground into it with purpose, hand’s pressed to the man’s chest. His eyes were fixed on Thomas, watching as this proud man fell apart beneath him and so fucking beautifully. Sweaty…trembling. “Jimmy…oh god…” “Uuuh…sh-shit. Thomas…” It was the beginning of his finish. Good god, did it feel like heaven. “Oh my sweet boy…that’s it… I’ve got you. You’re so good for me.” He came. He came so hard. So hard the world went white and he blacked out. When he came to, after a short few seconds, he found Thomas in the same sort of state. For a while they just panted, foreheads pressed together and Thomas cradling his hips.“Thomas…” He was about to lean over and kiss him, and he would have… if he didn’t catch the sight of his exposed hip, turned black and blue like blotted ink. The bruises…finger like in shape were still red around the edges. They were new. After the long pause, Thomas opened his eyes, caught his line of vision and tugged his shirt back down, sitting up stiff as a board. Jimmy leaned back too. “Thomas…” he was lost for words and he was slowly piecing it all together. “Did-did he do that to you…” The footman was livid, he felt the anger build and scorch behind his eyes. Thomas closed his eyes. “Thomas is he making you…do things.” “Please don’t make me talk about it…please this-this here with you. It’s my happiness. Don’t let him…” “Thomas, you need to tell someone.” “I can’t. “Yes you can! With those bruises? What in the world would you suffer like that for…” “For you! You great idiot! Who else.” He hissed. Jimmy’s eyes fluttered completely nonplussed. “What the hell do I have to do with it?” “For fuck sake Jimmy he knows! Lord knows what exactly, but he knows at the very least that I adore every single inch of you and that you have been coming to my room and are fond of me too. And if I don’t …please him, then he’ll turn to you to spite me and if he turns to you and you won’t accept then we’re well and truly buggered. So no, I can’t run to Crawley’s and neither can you. As long as I keep him satisfied… he’ll be gone when the week is up and we can have our peace and that’s that.” Jimmy felt as though he had been doused in cold water, he felt woozy, head spinning. “I…Thomas.” “Please…for now can we just forget it. Can’t I just hold you?” He looked so shattered as he said it. So tired. “No.” Thomas sagged. “No I’m holding you tonight.” Thomas shut his eyes in complete relief. “Jimmy…” He just shook his head and pulled Thomas down onto his chest. His fingers splayed on the back of his neck and his other hand caressed down his spine, trying devotedly to release the tension. “I meant what I said... about loving you, y’know? Now I’ve never been more sure.” “I love you too.” “I know…maybe too much.” / A bird been clipped, such broken wings… and still in his cage, my angel sings. And sings for me, a sweet sweet song. Time to return to the place you belong.

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The Solstice: A Pleasant Present Morning

[It’s the morning of the Winter Solstice, one of the biggest holidays of the year, and for the first time, Sonic has people to spend it with.]

Sonic didn’t quite know what to expect when it came to the holiday season at Sylvania. He liked the Winter Solstice and its celebrations just fine he supposed, though growing up in an underfunded orphanage, it had always felt a little lackluster. There was never much in terms of festive cheer to go around, and the best the orphanage could offer was meager food and even meager-er presents. Not that he needed presents to be happy, but getting something other than socks for once would be nice. He was sure that just having some friends to spend the day with would make it more special, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up too high. He didn’t want to be disappointed if it didn’t live up to all the hype.

So, naturally, the hedgehog, never having an exciting Solstice in his life, didn’t expect to be jolted awake that morning by Ray cheering in his ear and sending cold chills through his body.

“AAH, COLD COLD COLD COLD,” Sonic yelped, nearly falling out of bed. Once he regained his balance, he quickly burrowed himself deep in his blankets, teeth chattering. “Ray! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry!” the ghost apologized with a chuckle. “I’m just excited. Happy Solstice, Sonic!”

“Wha…? Oh yeah.” The hedgehog squeaked out a yawn, pulling his covers up tight to his chin. “Happy Solstice. I’m goin’ back to bed.”

“What? No!” Ray whined, leaning closer over him. “You’re like, one of the only Gryffindors who stuck around for the holidays this year. The whole tower is empty. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting here to wake you up? Ghosts don’t sleep. I’ve been very patient, dude.”

Sonic groaned, turning over onto his side so he wasn’t facing Ray. “What time is it,” he grumbled, squeezing his eyes shut. Sunlight was beaming in through the tall windows, painting the empty beds in the room a warm yellow, so it was at least past sunrise.

“Like… 8 in the morning.”

“Nope. Goin’ back to sleep, g’night Ray.” Sonic buried his face in his pillow as Ray dramatically huffed besides him.

“Really? You don’t wanna even open your presents?”

The hedgehog’s ear twitched at the mention of gifts, and he cracked his eyes back open. “... I have presents?” he asked, incredulous. “As in, plural?”

“Well, it’s like, three,” Ray shrugged, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “But yeah, presents.”

Sonic sighed as he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, rubbing his bleary eyes. “Might as well investigate. Not like you’ll let me sleep anymore, anyways.”

“Wooo!” Ray smiled, flying around the circular room in excitement as Sonic groggily got out of bed. The rest of the bedroom was completely vacant, as was much of Gryffindor tower. Only a small handful of kids were staying at the school over the holidays, so the whole place was pretty quiet. Sonic and Knuckles were both staying over break, neither of them having families to return home to. The two students would basically have the castle to themselves, and the ghosts had been looking forward to hanging out more and celebrating the new year together.

Sonic trudged out of the bedroom, still keeping his blankets tightly around him. He looked like a small burrito, only his head and his socked feet sticking out. He plodded down the stairs, Ray having to remind him not to fall. Once they made it down to the common room, Ray hurried over to the fire roaring in the fireplace, landing next to one of the armchairs with a couple of presents resting on its cushion. There were a couple of similar piles scattered about the room for the other students who were sticking around, none of them touched yet. Sonic’s was the smallest, but he didn’t care a bit.

“Those mine?” Sonic asked, waking up a little bit more. His eyes widened as he looked at the presents, his brain just now realizing that they were really for him. There were three! And none of them looked like socks! He trotted over to the chair, Ray eagerly floating next to him as he picked up the presents and sat down. He wriggled his upper body free of his blanket burrito, allowing for some more movement, as he looked over the presents. The first one he picked up was about the size of a textbook, but a lot lighter than one. The professionally-wrapped gift had a tag on it, perfectly centered, that read: From Professor Vanilla and Cream. Happy Solstice!

“Yo, Prof Vanilla and Cream sent me something!” Sonic gasped, showing the box off to Ray.

“Oh man, I bet I know what that is,” Ray smiled, leaning in close. “Open it, open it!”

“Alright, alright! I swear, you’re more invested in this than I am,” the hedgehog smirked, tucking a finger under a taped edge of the wrapping paper. He tore into it, completely freeing the box within a matter of seconds. The box was a dark warm color, reminiscent of hot cocoa, and had crisp green lettering on its lid. “Tea Cakes… Handmade Confections from Ice Paradise’s Premier Bake Shop. Ooo, sounds fancy.” He gently lifted the lid off of the box and set it to the side, immediately releasing the scent of fresh-baked pastries into the air.

“Oh man, I’ve heard Tea Cakes enchants their boxes so the food inside stays warm and fresh,” Ray said, inferring the delicious smell from Sonic’s expression. “I’ve always wanted to try their stuff! Oh well, downside to being dead, I guess.”

“Yeah… maybe we can snag you and Mighty something next Halloween! Then you guys should be solid again, right?” Sonic asked while picking up the small cakes, cookies, muffins, and crumbles that filled the box, turning them over with his small fingers. Everything looked and smelled amazing. There were nutty and spiced seasonal ones, sugary sweet and sparkly ones, and ones that smelled like butterscotch and lemonade and chocolate and espresso. According to the label on the inside of the box lid, the pastries had minor magical side effects, from giving you energy and pep to making you feel warm and stress-free. “Woah, these are cool…” he smiled, taking a toffee chunk cookie out of the box. “Y’know, sometimes magic can get on my nerves, but other times it’s like, the best thing ever.” He took a bite of the cookie, the warm freshness hitting his tongue and melting almost like butter. Salty and sweet, crunchy and soft all at once, and just the first bite felt like it lit a small flame in the pit of his gut, warming him from the inside out. By the time he was done, he had no need for his blanket burrito anymore, feeling toasty and snug. “Mmm… I gotta thank Vanilla and Cream later, this was so sweet of them.”

“Haha, literally sweet,” Ray joked.

The next present he opened was smaller, and not as neatly wrapped. There was tape all over the place, and the tag read, in all caps: FROM KNUCKLES TO SONIC HAPPY SOLSTICE. Sonic smiled, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Of course ol’ mitten-hands would have trouble with tape. Let’s see what we’ve got here!” He started pulling off the wrapping, with a bit of difficulty-- the thing was seriously taped shut, like the secrets of the freakin’ universe were secured inside. When he was done he was covered in tape, and bits of wrapping paper littered his lap and the floor. What was inside was a small handmade booklet, papers folded and hole-punched and tied together with string. The front cover, written in what appeared to be crayon, were the words KNUCKLE’S GUIDE TO CHAOS (TOP SECRET!!!) Underneath that, a crude drawing of Knuckles and what Sonic guessed to be the Master Emerald, and underneath that it said BY: KNUCKLES, as if Sonic could forget who would give this to him.

“Woah. Handy,” the young hedgehog mused, flipping through the pages. They were filled with the echidna’s large, scrawly letters in colorful crayon rather than the usual ink, with diagrams and pictures of emeralds and monsters. One page in particular was titled HOW TO MEDITATE: BECAUSE I’M SICK OF REMINDING YOU HOW and was filled with a list of instructions, like CLEAR YOUR HEAD and SIT STILL. That last one was underlined and circled and had multicolored arrows pointing to it. By multicolored he meant red and green, since those were the only two crayons Knuckles seemed to have. The red crayon was used for the text, all of it written exclusively in uppercase for whatever reason, and the green for all the pictures.

“Woah, did Knuckles make that?” Ray said, leaning in over/through Sonic’s shoulder.

“Uh, yeah,” the hedgehog jumped, momentarily having forgotten that Ray was there with him. He instinctively moved his hand so that it covered up a drawing of the Chaos Emeralds.

“It’s okay dude,” Ray whispered, “Mighty and I already know about the Master Emerald stuff. Remember Halloween?”

“Ooooh yeah,” Sonic nodded, recalling that the two ghosts had seemed familiar with the Master Emerald, even if they didn’t talk about it much. “When did Knuckles…?”

“Last year. We can turn invisible, and Knuckles didn’t have a good hiding spot for it yet. Didn’t take long for Mighty to stumble across it and tell me,” the transparent being shrugged. “Knux was always pretty tight-lipped about it, though.”

“Huh,” Sonic muttered, unsure what to say about that. Knuckles wasn’t that tight-lipped with him, at least not about Chaos stuff. Of course, he’d sort of wormed his way into that secret, but the echidna had also become one of his closest friends. They hung out all the time, while they saw the ghosts less frequently.

Knuckles’s motives and decisions were weird, Sonic decided. He’d give you a top-secret document for Solstice, but he wouldn’t talk much about his parents or what Angel Island was like. Either way, the fact that he hand-made a personal Chaos guide for Sonic was super cool, and Sonic definitely needed it. He gave the pages one last flip through before setting the thin book at his side. He was looking forward to digging into it later.

There was only one gift remaining at his feet, this one the largest of the three. Sonic picked it up and hoisted it into his lap, grunting a little bit with the effort. “Woah, what’s in this?"

“Mmmmmmmm,” Ray hummed excitedly, trying not to grin too wide. Sonic shot him a look, confused and amused.

The hedgehog understood his expression when he looked back at the present and read the tag. “From Mighty and Ray?” he read aloud, now very confused. He looked back up at the ghost floating next to him, who was now positively giddy. “But I thought you two couldn’t touch stuff, how’d you…?”

“Let’s just say we now owe Vector a favor or two,” the squirrel winked before frantically motioning towards the present. “Come on, open it!”

Sonic, catching the ghost’s enthusiasm, ripped into the wrapping paper with reckless abandon. It looked just like a box at first, but as soon as he realized what it was, his jaw dropped to the floor. “No way. Is this… a record player?!”

It was. Clearly pre-owned, beat up and well-loved, the wood panelling chipping off on the corners and worn off near the switches and knobs. Packaged with it were two records, neither of which Sonic had heard of before, but had cool enough album art that he was optimistic about what they sounded like.

“Yeah!” Ray said, smiling from transparent ear to transparent ear. “It used to be Vector’s, I hope you don’t mind. ‘Cause we overheard you one day saying you missed listening to music, and Vector was going to get rid of this to get a new one, and… Are you okay?”

“Dude,” Sonic said quietly, staring down at the old record player sitting in his lap. “This is insane! I love it! As long as it plays music, I don’t care how banged up it is or where it came from. It’s great.” He looked up at Ray, a giant grin plastered on his face. “Thanks, man. Aw, now I feel bad that I didn’t get you guys anything!”

The ghost laughed, a noticeably echo-y sound. “Thanks kid, but like you said before, me and Might aren’t the best with tangible objects. Kinda hard to shop for someone who fazes through everything, y’know?”

“Haha! Yeah, I guess you’re right,” the young hedgehog admitted sheepishly.

“Don’t sweat it, Sonic. You and Knux are the first two kids in a while who’ll actually hang out with us, so we just wanted to do something nice, is all.” Ray shrugged with one shoulder, and floated down a little bit closer to the ground so that his eye level was a little more even with Sonic’s.

“Aaawwwwww, shucks, buddy! Us Green Hill kids gotta stick together, right?” He held his closed hand out for a fist bump, despite an actual bump not being possible between them.

Ray let his own fist hover right in front of Sonic’s, their knuckles brushing and Sonic feeling a chill run up his arm. “Yeah. Green Hill bros.”

ooo

The two Gryffindors met up with Knuckles and Mighty at breakfast. The Great Hall was practically empty, which was a shame considering how gorgeous the decorations looked. It seemed like the amount of candles that normally floated above the tables had doubled, completely filling the hall with bright tiny lights. Snow appeared to be falling from the ceiling, the grand fireplaces were crackling and popping away, and nearly every surface imaginable was covered in holly and tinsel. The whole room glowed and glittered, toasty warm and smelling sweet with cinnamon and nutmeg wafting through the air.

“Hey!” the two Hufflepuffs waved, sitting (and floating) at one of the far tables, nearest to one of the fireplaces. The few students who were still at the school were scattered around the hall, paying little regard to which tables were supposed to seat which houses. The tables were lined with all sorts of foods and drinks, and despite how sparsely populated the room was, it didn’t feel awkwardly quiet.

“Mighty! He liked it! Sonic liked our present!” Ray cheered as he and Sonic made their way over to them, the ghost waving his hands in the air.

“Yes!! Knuckles liked his, too! We did good, bro!” Mighty said with a smile, giving his best friend a high five when he got close enough. “Happy Solstice, you two!”

Sonic sat down next to Knuckles, who had a bag of potato chips open in front of him in addition to his plate full of breakfast. “Hey Knux, hey Mighty, happy Solstice!”

“Happy Solstice. And stop calling me that,” the echidna smirked, nudging Sonic with his elbow. “Thanks for these muggle snacks, by the way. These things are pretty good.”

“Yeah, I see you already got started on the chips,” Sonic said. Knuckles held the bag out to him, and he reached inside to take a few. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I already finished all the fruit snacks,” Knuckles snickered, putting the bag back at his side.

“Dang, dude! I’ll be sure to get you more of those next time,” the hedgehog laughed. “Oh yeah, thanks for the you-know-what guide. That looked like it took a lot of work to make, it’s super cool!”

The corners of Knuckles’s lips tugged upwards. “Cream helped me out a little. Just with putting all the pages together and some of the pictures.”

“Wait, so Cream knows about this stuff too? For top secret information, a lot of people around here are in on it.” Sonic crossed his arms with a huff, pouting his lips in such a way that his smile was still showing through.

“I didn’t tell her anything, I got her help with the pictures before I wrote any of the words down,” Knuckles rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah, guys,” Mighty’s voice caused them to look up, the crimson ghost floating just above the table. “Have you heard? Every year there’s a snowball fight after breakfast on the Solstice. There’s always a bunch of kids, so it’s usually a good show.”

Sonic’s eyes went wide. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to have a snowball fight. I’ll be there.”

Knuckles nodded, making a fist with one hand. “They won’t know what hit ‘em.”

“Alright, cool! It’s usually on the Quidditch Pitch,” the armadillo nodded. “We should make sure the other first years know… C’mon, Ray!”

“Yeah! See you guys later!” Ray replied, and the two ghosts flew off to other parts of the Great Hall.

Sonic’s leg was bouncing into overdrive, excited to get out there and play in the freshly fallen snow. Presents, friends, good food, and a snowball fight to look forward too? The solstice was looking to be one of his best.

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ECLIPSA IS DISABLED!!!!!! (AND CUTE!!!!! ♠ ♿️💜😈💋♠❤) [EDITED FOR MORE READER ACCESSIBLITY]

I SENT AN ASK TO @breastforce​ A WEEK AGO, HOPING IT WOULD GAIN TRACTION WHILE I DIDN’T HAVE THE ENERGY TO POST MY WANTS AND NEED FOR (more) WHEELCHAIR USER REPRESENTATION  IN THIS SHOW AND FANDOM AND HOW I REALIZED ECLIPSA WOULD BE THE PERFECT CANDIDATE FOR IT, I WAS ORIGINALLY GOING TO TAG @breastforce, @marcodiazisatransgirl and @starbutterflyisautistic in my post addressing it to help spread the idea and gain more traction,since I love their ideas and representation they’ve created for themselves within the fandom and this has nothing to to do with anything but like, after ‘Girls Day Out’ I just got really pissed, for all the love these random side characters get, that nobody in general was drawing or even talking about Toby, or how Star vs. The Forces of Evil was the first children’s cartoon in an entire decade to, not only have a wheelchair user in their storyline, but also be the only wheelchair user on a children’s cartoon in an entire decade have their wheelchair users storyline not revolve around educating abled bodied people. While also having that character be BLACK. #DisabilityTooWhite (even in cartoons) 

And afterwords, everyone was just all: Oh. That Episode Was Cute. :) I Guess. :) Nothing to write home about tho. :) Just Cute Fun Filler Fluff! :3  No Big Deal. :))) JUST WISH SOMETHING BESIDES FILLER WOULD HAPPEN FOR ONCE  NEFCY, LOL!!! XD 

MEANWHILE, MY CRIPPLED ASS IS OVER HERE, REWATCHING ALL OF TOBY’S SCENES AND PRAISING MY FAERIE GODMOTHER HAHA TOM I KNOW YOU HATE PHYSICALLY DISABLED PEOPLE BUT I FOR ONE AM HAVING A MOMENT!!!!  (also, can i just kinda.... give bonus for like, having a joke about parking spots but like, later making a point to show the person who actually needs it EXISTING??? Without having them be the butt of that joke because like... good writing???) So, after I’m done crying my happy tears about all this, I start thinking that the only thing that could make this even better is if the show featured another wheelchair user who was a girl... Cause aside from this bitch who’s name I had to look up from The Wild Thronberry’s, all the major wheelchair users have been boys. Then “Into The Wand” came out... and in my obsession with Eclipsa’s Tapestry I had an Epiphany ... THAT ECLIPSA IS THE ONLY QUEEN....

WHO’S  SITTING DOWN.  

AND THEN 

I START THINKING ABOUT WHAT WE ALREADY HAVE. AND MY HEAD CANON MAY NOT BE A “THEORY” (bc in the case of wheelchair users we .... can’t exactly have coding the best we get is a cane your theories are still valid and needed and important an’ I wouldn’t have the courage to post this if it wasn’t for you I love you guys I’m so sorry .... ^ ^; <3 OX)  BUT MY POINT IS 

AFTER TOBY BEING IN A WHEELCHAIR IN CANON..... AND STAR BEING AUTISTIC IN FANON NOBY CAN TELL ME NO ... ;) 

IF A WANTED MY #DISABLEDQUEENOFDARKNESSS  

#STARVSTHEFORCESOFABLEISM #ECLIPSAISDISABLED #DISABLEDQUEENOFDARKNESS  #DRAWHERSITTINGDOWN 

(The rest of this post will be put under a “READMORE” and been de- italicized, de-highlighted and de-bolded as above, for reader convenience)

AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DRAW HER FAT TOO SINCE EVERYONE AND THIER 9th GREAT GREAT GRANDMOTHER IS COMPARING HER TO CHERRY WHO IS OBVIOUSLY ECLIPSA’S 9th GREAT GRANDMOTHER 

ALSO DRAW HER WITH HER LOVER WHO’S NAME IS GRIMALKIN AND THEY ARE NON-BINARY AND USE ZE/ZIR PRONOUNS BECAUSE SOMEBODY NEEDS TO CARE ABOUT MY BABIES FOR OTHER THAN HOW OR IF THEY FUCKED, WHO THEY’RE RELATED TO BECAUSE OF THAT, AND AND IF THEY’RE EVIL.   

   🎵 GONNA GET A LIL’ GRIM GONNA GET A LIL’ DARK, DONE LARKING ROUND’ HERE, FLEEING THE MEWMAN  DIMENSION  🎵 See? You know you love #GrimDark, just like you love my #DisabledQueenOfDarkness head-canon and now you have a ship name to post content in so you can stop causally forgetting the big ugly monster when you draw her, and don’t worry about how the  chair effects their relationship, it’s not like Ze wouldn’t need to kneel down to her to get on her level anyway, and in the words of Margo Diaz, the ship name itself is meant to be ironic humor on the shows nature, since I suppose  people want Star Vs. to be more “GRIMDARK”  I mean ...when I realized that short version of Grimalkin would be “GRIM” and Eclipsa is the (DISABLED)Queen of (DARK)NESS  so it’s perfect, no? Move over S/T/A/R/C/O and moontoffee this couple deserved all the attention AGES is ago, and for those of you already comparing the dreaded(CO)Couple to this one since ‘Baby’ I made the the Monster Lover Non-Binary and use ze/zir  pronouns, since Margo is Trans and “Grimalkin” is traditionally the name for an old female cat who is commonly a companion of witches. You’re welcome. 

Also, I’ve decided that Grimalkin is a Cheshire Cat/My Neighbor (Totoro) based Ancient Species called Ches(SIRE) not really sure how to spell this right yet but u know how it’s supposed to to sound in ur head, right? ^^; That basically zir job is Guardian of The Spooky Forbidden Dark Forest Just Outside of Mewni TM and to protect other creatures and Monsters from the Mewmans and Demons who want to kill them; i.e,   Zie hunt and kill the demon who want to kill the unicorn for their blood and demons are actually zir primary food source living in the forest and when you eat a demon you absorb their power (hence zir horns and size) and sometimes, more often than not, zie nurse the creature/monster who was being hunted back to health, should they be hurt (hence the SIRE part) cause like, Totoro, there’s a condition on if you can see them: If your heart is dark. So yeah, Grimalkin The Forest Guardian, feel free to recreate the Totoro poster now bc I just realized Umbrellas

Just make sure to draw Eclipsa in her wheelchair when you do!!!! ^ ^ <3  When I sent this ask to Red however, it was because, with all the bombs coming down after ‘Baby’ it was because I felt as though I was... well running out of time, so to speak .... 

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How amazing foreshadowing would it be though after Toby and everything, if Eclipsa were actually a wheelchair user too and all the Past Queens of Mewni had different disabilities? And we had fan content to reflect that too like Autistic Star and Princess Margo? I'm making a post about it but like #DisabledQueenofDarkness & CpunkPastQueensofMewni should be a thing and after todays ep, I wanna get it goin' b4 Eclipsa is probs gonna get revealed to be abled bodied. Post for ppl to reblog?^ ^; ♥

So I asked @breastforce  (Red) to post that specifically so that people (the viewer) [her followers] could do one simple thing 

The ask has  42 notes not excluding my own like, so surely that means at least HALF those people must’ve REBLOGGED IT to spread the word, right? 

Huh ...  I see 38 apples with heart shaped holes 

A cute baby narwhale in the ocean (who still couldn’t be bothered to reblog tho) @natiacollins <3

And only three people who actually care.... 

Why did I ask Red to post this ask again? Oh yeah... 

And WHAT happened today? I HAVE TO DEAL WITH +5 POSTS THAT SHOW ECLIPSA STANDING UPRIGHT PARALYZED IN ICE AND NOT A PARASOL CANE TO STAND ON (she uses her Parasol/Wand for a cane/to push her chair sometimes, like Autistic Star sometimes bites her wand and uses it for other things, you’re welcome <3)

But LIKE

OH YEAH THAT’S FINE  GUYS GIMME A BUNCH OF APPLES WITH HOLES IN THEM AND THEN  RUB IT IN MY FACE CRUMBLE MY CRIPPLE PUNK PAST QUEEN OF MEWNI HEART I’M OKAY WITH THE EVENTS THAT ARE UNFOLDING CURRENTLY ....

HER LEGS ARE STILL SCISSORING THAT MEANS I STILL HAVE A CHANCE!!!!!

OR AT LEAST I STILL GOT A........

 ....GIMP GOAT .......

OKAY NOT TO OFFEND ANYBODY BUT THIS IS HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW.... 

RIVER IS ME, MY CRIPPLED HANDS REACHING FOR CRUMBS WHILE EVERYONE ELSE GET’S TO ENJOY THEIR RICH REPRESENTATION COATED TREATS BECAUSE THIS CUTE COOKIE CAT I PICKED OUT FOR MYSELF.....

MIGHT JUST TURN OUT TO BE AN ABLED-BODIED ICE POP! 

YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M BACK TO BEING A BABY AGAIN BECAUSE THE GOATS NOT GOOD ENOUGH. AND IF PEOPLE CAN’T ADAPT THEMSELVES TO DRAWING “ABLE-BODIED” CHARACTERS IN WHEELCHAIRS LET ALONE MAKE ORIGINAL ONES TO BEGIN WITH, THAT’S NOT OUR PROBLEM. 

IS IT, TOBY?

BUT THE GOAT IS GOOD FOR MY NEXT POINT.

 SO FAR IN THIS FANON/FANDOM WE HAVE FOUR AUTISTIC CHARACTERS (STAR AND JANNA AND INGRID AND STARFAN13), TWO TRANS CHARACTER (MARGO AND STARFAN13), A CHARACTER WHO’S AN ACTUAL WHEELCHAIR USER IN CANON (TOBY), AND AS OF TODAY, A GAY DISABLED MONSTER CHARACTER WHO IS CODDLED AND DOESN’T WANT TO BE “TAKEN CARE OF” BY THEIR PRIMARY CARE GIVER S/O ANY LONGER AND IS ABUSED BY THEM BECAUSE OF THAT

WHEN THEY TRY TO BE INDEPENDENT

THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO REASON FOR ECLIPSA /NOT/ TO BE A WHEELCHAIR USER AND FOR HER LOVER TO /NOT/ BE NON-BINARY. THIS FANDOM HAS THE MOST DIVERSE FREAKING NICHES I’VE EVER SEEN!!!! HECKAPOO! THERE’S NO REASON FOR STAR BUTTERFLY NOT TO BE IN A WHEELCHAIR /AND/ BE AUTISTIC!!!! “Star On Wheels” Hello?! Back when that episode first came out, I remember someone made this disgusting ablest comment about Star “becoming a Paraplegic lolXD” so please draw her in a wheelchair just to spite them!!!! OX <3 

And also like .... we have all these old cartoon Grannies in wheelchairs. PLEASE LET ECLIPSA BE THE YOUNGEST ONE!!!! PLEASE LET HER AND THE MONSTER STEAL TOBY’S CHAIR FOR HER TO GET ROUND WHEN SHIT GOES DOWN AND LATER SHE FEELS BAD ABOUT IT CAUSE THEY SCARED THE LIL’ GUY GOOD SO THEY DECIDE TO “ADOPT” HIM AND SING THIS TO HIM:    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gN-Jl1kFpX0 

FUCK TOM AND TOFFEE LET /TOBY/ BE ECLIPSA’S SON?????? AND IT WOULD BE EXACTLY LIKE THAT ONLY NO ONES TRYING TO KILL HIM GRIMALKIN’S JUST CONFUSED AND HE’S TRYING TO GET THE CHAIR FOR ECLIPSA AND IT’S CUTER <3  

ALSO GRIMALKIN REFERS TO STAR’S PARENTS AS “BULLY AND MOODY” JUST FOR CLARIFICATION YOU KNOW WHY BUT I’M OBVIOUSLY THE ONLY ONE WHO LOVES THESE CHARACTERS THIS MUCH BC AS FAR AS I KNOW I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS ABOUT THEM (EQUALLY) AS CHARACTERS AND I’M NOT USING THEM AS A PROP FOR MOONTOFFEE OR THINKING ABOUT WHO CAME OUT OF THEM WHEN THEY FUCKED <3 

BUT YES, LET ECLIPSA BE DISABLED!!!!! DRAW HER AS A WOMEN IN A WHEELCHAIR!!!!! BECAUSE APPARENTLY DESPITE THE CRIPPLING LACK OF REBLOGS ON THAT ASK... ;) THEY’RE ARE PEOPLE WHO STILL FIND MY NEED FOR REPRESENTATION INTERESTING!!!!!! 

SO THAT’S WHY I’M MAKING THIS POST!!!! TO PUT IT OUT THERE WHERE IT WASN’T ORIGINALLY AND START THE TAG. DO IT WITH ME!!!!!  #DISABLEDQUEENOFDARKNESS #ECLIPSAISDISABLED #STARVSTHEFORCESOFABLEISM  

AND REBLOG THIS POST!!!! I DON’T WANT YOU TO “LIKE” IT JUST REBLOG IT!!!!!! 

IF YOU WANNA MAKE IT UP TO ME YOU CAN START REBLOGGING MY ORIGINAL ASK HERE:  http://breastforce.tumblr.com/post/156994186895/how-amazing-foreshadowing-would-it-be-though-after BUT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND GOOD HEAD CANONS PLEASE REBLOG THIS ONE AND HELP GET THE WORD OUT!!!!! SIGNAL BOOST THIS!!!!! NOT ONLY FOR ME BUT FOR OTHER PHYSICALLY DISABLED PEOPLE WHO LOVE STAR VS. TO SEE IT!!!!!! IT’S SUCH A GOOD HEAD CANON AND HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME THAT #ECLIPSAISDISABLED AND I HAVE MY #DISABLEDQUEENOFDARKNESS AND THAT ALL THE PAST QUEENS OF MEWNI HAVE DIFFERENT DISABILITIES AND I MIGHT ACTUALLY GET TO CONNECT WITH DIFFERENT DISABLED PEOPLE IN ONE OF MY FANDOMS FOR ONCE. I’M GONNA DO A POST WITH ALL THE PAST QUEENS DISABILITIES SOONY BUT I WANTED TO GET THE #DISABLEDQUEENOFDARKNESS AND #ECLIPSAISDISABLED AND #STARVSTHEFORCESOFABLEISM  TAGS TRENDING TOO AND WHO KNOWS IF I’LL STILL HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO DO THAT TOMORROW.... 

IT’S NOT CRIMINAL TO BE AN INDIVIDUAL, BUT IT’S ALSO NOT CRIMINAL TO BE A CRIPPLE OR #DISABLEDANDINTODARKNESS OR A #DISABLEDQUEENOFDARKNESS ETHER AND WE  NEED OUR REPRESENTATION TOO. ;) 

IF YOU REBLOG THIS I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER. IF YOU’RE ONLY GONNA ‘LIKE’ IT YOU CAN 

GET. OUT!!!!!!!!!

AND YOU BETTER REBLOG THIS BECAUSE I WAS UP UNTIL 5:00AM THE OTHER DAY TRYING TO FINISH THIS BECAUSE I FORGOT FRIDAY’S WERE OFF DAYS. NOT GOOD FOR MY SCOLIOSIS. NOT GOOD FOR MY LEGS. PAIN EVERYWHERE. ALL TO EDUCATE YOU. AND I HAD TO CANCEL MY PHYSICAL THERAPY THAT DAY.  

THIS MONDAY I GET MY HAND SPLINT AND BRACES PUT ON SO I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE UNCOMFORTABLE TYPING WILL BE AFTER THAT. THIS MAY BE MY LAST POST FOR A WHILE AND IT’S REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME. ALSO, WHILE WE’RE TALKING ABOUT ORTHOTICS, WHEELCHAIR USERS, AND DISABILITY; ABLED-BODIED PRIVILEGE IS GROWING UP WHEN THE  ONLY REPRESENTATION FOR CHILDREN WITH “BRACES” WERE THE ONES PINCHING TEENAGERS MOUTHS, ESPECIALLY IF THERE WAS A WHOLE GODDAMN SHOW ABOUT IT 

WHILE YOU WERE SITTING THERE WONDERING WHY YOU AND YOUR BRACED UP, PINCHED UP, BRUISED UP LEGS GOT NOTHING..... 

So before I publish this, I just wanna add in the few things I forgot do to tiredness. 

ECLIPSA IS STILL TOTALLY GOING TO NEED HER CHAIR ONCE SHE GETS UN-CRYSTALIZED. THE WHOLE ENTIRE REASON SHE’S LIKE THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE IS BECAUSE THE TIME OUT GUY, BEING THE  JUDGEMENTAL PRICK THAT HE IS, THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS “EVIL” NOT BECAUSE SHE’S THE QUEEN OF DARKNESS, BUT BECAUSE FROM HIS POINT OF VIEW, SHE WAS “FAKING HER DISABILITY” BECAUSE HE SAW HER GET UP ON HER OWN FOR 5 SECONDS AND TOOK THAT AS AN INSULT TO LEKMET, FREEZING HER ONLY TO AVENGE THE GOATS HONOR. NATURALLY, HER LOVER TURNED SIGNIFICANT OTHER WASN’T TOO HAPPY ABOUT THIS AND CAUGHT ON TO WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED PRETTY QUICK, SO TIME OUT GUY AND LEKMET USED HER TITLE AND ALL THIER “PAST CRIMES” AS A SCAPEGOAT TO KEEP HER THERE, RATHER THAN UN-FREEZE HER AND FACE THE MUSIC. 

AND AGAIN, I’M NOT TRYING TO OFFEND ANYBODY BECAUSE I KNOW SHE’S PEOPLES DAUGHTER AND TOBY IS MY SON TOO BUT LIKE, IF STAR VS. WERE ONE OF THOSE CARTOONS THAT TRIED TO DO EPISODES ON HOW PEOPLE IN WHEELCHAIRS ARE “JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE” (THANK GOD THEY’RE NOT .... AT LEAST NOT /YET/) MARGO DIAZ WOULD TOTALLY BE THAT ONE OVER PROTECTIVE ASSHOLE WHO TALKS IN A WEIRD BABY VOICE AND SAYS THINGS LIKE “MAYBE YOU SHOULD SIT THIS ONE OUT....” AND “IT’S FOR YOUR OWN SAFTY...” AND STAR WOULD (PROBABLY) BE THE ONE TELLING HER TO CHILL AND ACTUALLY TREATING THE WHEELCHAIR USER LIKE A PERSON ...

LIKE WHEN ECLIPSA GET’S UN-CRYSTALIZED, SHE IMMEDIATELY FALLS TO THE GROUND LIKE “IT’S OKAY! KITTY CAT OFFENSE GOT ME COVERED!” AND THEN MARGO’S LIKE “AAAH! STAR! YOUR GRANDMA’S FALLEN AND SHE CAN’T GET UP!”

“BUT SHE LANDED ON HER PAL-”

“SOMEBODY CALL ALIVE ALERT!!!!”

“OH, DON’T WORRY PRECIOUS, I ALREADY HAVE SOMEONE WHO’S ON ALERT FOR /MY LIFE/” *PRESSES THE LIL, CRESCENT MOON PENDANT ON HER CREST AND IT STARTS GLOWING* NEXT THING YOU KNOW SHE’S ROLLED OVER ON THE FLOOR....

“OH NO! SHE’S ....! IS SHE HAVING A COUGHING FIT OR A HEART ATTACK? I  CAN’T TELL.” 

“IT SOUNDS MORE LIKE A GIGGLE FIT OF OMINOUS SHUOJO LAUGHTER... BUT FOR WHAT I DON’T-- AWHNO!!!” 

“AWH WHA-?” *STAR GRAPS AT HER HOODIE* “MARGO! WE NEED TO GET HER OUTTA’ HERE! SHE CAN’T WALK OR USE MAGIC, AND ALL MY SPELLS ARE AFRAID OF HER! YOU NEED TO GET YOUR DAD!” AND MARGO GET’S OUT HER DS LIKE “OKAY!” AND ONCE SHE’S OUT OF EARSHOT, ECLIPSA SAYS TO STAR IN HER PERFECT COCKNEY ACCENT LIKE “AWWHH, WOTS’A MATTA’, CAKEPOP?! YOU DON’ WONNA STAY’ ER’ AN’ WAIT WIT’ GRANNY TA’ MEET YER’ POPPOP?!

AND STAR’S ALL ANNOYED AN’ GRUMBLY LIKE “/STEP!/ POPPOP! Myevilstep-poppop...” 

And that’s when Eclipsa gets 100% serious and her tone get’s kinda sad and soft like “ So because ze stepped in and zir part demon, zir just evil and an accessory for ‘Bad Girls’? Like those Scissors?” 

And Star’s like “HOW DID YOU-” but then Margo comes back with her mom and dad following and Rafael scoops Eclipsa off the floor and she’s like “Ooooo, Angie! Your husband is so strong ... Wait’ll you meet mine!” And Angie’s like “HAHA THANKS!” *whispers to Margo* “Howdoessheknowournames?”  

Rafs all insecure like “Whoisherhusband?”

“IdontknowMomandDad...I.Dont.Know......” 

Then later, they have her settled on the couch with a warm blanket and a hot cup of tea, Margo realizes Eclipsa has a permeant disability but still doesn’t trust her (thinking she’s faking, putting on some cliche act) so she just drops the bomb of “LOOK .... I know you’re a Granny and all, but ....aren’t you a bit too YOUNG to be disabled?” 

And without missing a beat, right in front of her parents, Eclipsa just grins and goes “Aren’t you a bit too young to have lived 30 years of your life in an alternate dimension and have the mark of Heckapoo,  JENNIFER RINK? ;3 ”  and goes right back to sipping her tea.

“....30 /WHAT/?!”

“....... Mark of /WHO/???!!!”  

“OH!” *ECLIPSA PUTS DOWN HER TEA USING HER SPOON LIKE A WAND IN THE AIR* “IT’S ‘HECK-A-POO’. HECKAPOO!” 

*Raf gets sidetracked seeing her do a lil’ magic with her tea spoon when her eyes start to glow* “I’m sorry if this is invasive to ask, Mrs. Eclipsa, but ... Can you shoot lasers out of your eyes like these puppies?” 

Margo’s still horrified.  “STAR. HOW DOES SHE KNOW THESE THINGS????!!!??” 

Star’s just like “ CAUSE GRANDMA’S KNOW, JENNIFER! Grandma’s know!!!” 

Eclipsa’s like “That’s my girl.” 

“But Queen Eclips- ...GRANNY! You never answered Mr. Diaz’s question!” 

*sips tea* “The answer is that I most certainly can, Star.” 

“AAAWH YIIII-”  

*takes another sip of tea before adding* “But I only use my laser powers in the most EXTREME of emergencies.” 

“Awwh.” 

*Finally finishes tea and there’s a flash of light and Eclipsa appears to be gone before Star feels something warm and fuzzy curled up on her lap * “Unless ... Anyone would like to see what I look like as a laser kitty? :3″ 

“AAAAAAAAAWWHH!!!!” 

CONCEPT:  THE “TIE” AROUND ECLIPSA’S WASTE IS ACTUALLY A FASHIONABLE  BACK BRACE MADE TO LOOK LIKE A PART OF HER DRESS. IT HELPS HER STAND UP BETTER. 

And I WILL make a post for all the Past Queens disabilities, it’s just I came up with a cute little pun for mine and I don’t feel comfortable making Mewni style puns for other peoples disabilities... ^ ^; So when I make that post the disabilities will just be listed as they are on Earth and #STARVSTHEFORCESOFABLEISM seems like a better catch all, since the term “CPunk” was coined by somebody else and means a very specific thing... ^ ^; 

But Eclipsa’s disability is called “Celestial Purrsy” (a play on my own disability, Cerebral Palsy)  and it basically means she has all the advantages/disadvantages of a cat ... ^ ^; It’s taken as a birth defect by the Mewmans because she looks like she has DNA from   different dimension? ^ ^; Like this is gonna sound kinda morbid and dark but they suspect she’s a “changeling” and that the alternative version OF Eclipsa (like the one of Star we see in “MathMagic”) 

Somehow replaced/possessed the “REAL” one at birth because she was born with her little kitty eyes/mouth 

and paws 

Which she’s been made to cover up since birth in order to look more like a “normal” mewman , like think of the old wives tale of cats stealing babies breath and the dreaded dimension of Star vs. where cats  have human faces, on Mewni there’s basically this old wive tale of “Mewmans who have cat faces” and if they’re born that way it’s Bad Luck because they’re “The Cat Who Snatched The Mewmans Body” and that’s what they think happened to Eclipsa. That’s why they call her “Eclipsa” because they think “a dark shadow was cast over their baby” A “Fairy Godmothers curse” (The character of ‘Baby’ is actually described as “Star’s Fairy Godmother”in wikipedia summary. So maybe they think Eclipsa’s cursed with a cat face because the Fairy burped on her or or something AND THAT’S WHY THEY HATE HER SO MUCH OH MY GOSH. GET IT? AN OLD WIVES ABOUT BABIES BREATH? A FAIRY GODMOTHER CAT NAMED ‘BABY’? OH MY GOSH. They blame things like Eclipsa’s size and her love of food on Baby too, but that’s just another part of the stigma Eclipsa faces because her parents are arseholes. 

Eclipsa even went through Mewberty “wrong” because her Mewberty from actually looks a lot like Baby ... And other Mewmans are like “Eeew, what are you? you silly Cat/Bug/Moth thing we’re supposed to be strictly INSECT BASED!!!!” 

And instead of “BOYS” all she wanted to do was play with balls of yarn ...  She hoarded all the yarn, and then she actually CREATED the “Worlds Most Dangerous Creature” we see in ‘Inter-Dimensional Field Trip’ WITH THE YARN...  

For what purpose though, her parents were concerned... 

She was basically treated as more of a prized house pet than a mewman, a Familiar meant to serve rather than the Queen she was met to be, and, like Star, she didn’t know basic magic ... As Queen of Mewni, she was a Familiar/Figure head, an “inspiration” to the kingdom more than anything and her husband at the time, a boarder-line powerless Mewman who never left his mewberty form by choice,  King Lunar (LOO-NAR) used her for her magic, she was barely allowed to use her wand and the parasol was always opened up and propped on her wheelchair behind her where she couldn’t  reach it in order to “shield her from the elements”, as Lunar put it. 

They married because he took her out to The Bloodmoon Ball on a pity date, dancing was required according to their parents, and their souls “accidentally” bonded.  Just as they intended.  

SO you all know cerebral palsy is a muscle thing, right? Well with Eclipsa, her “Celestial Purrsy” is A BIT more exaggerated like someone (Glossaryck) will sneak up on her and she’ll have a muscle spasm, even if she’s prepared for it, but if she’s not wearing her seat belt, she’ll do that kitty thing where she’ll end up clinging to the ceiling, cat noises and everything, and she has those weird ticks that I have where she’ll get a twitch through her body like .... 

It’s less pleasant than Jiji’s in the context of that gif, but t that’s the  only way I know how to to describe it ... And then Glossaryck tries to get her to relax and “dip down” to try to get her off the ceiling but she just ... can’t do it... not because she’s afraid (it’s just an INVOLUNTARY REFLEX, EVERYONE CALLS HER A “SCAREDY CAT” OR APOLOGIZES AND NOBODY GETS  IT...) but because her purrsy effected muscles are so tense and she can’t unclench them cause ...her body is afraid it’ll hurt? ^ ^; So Glossaryck will have to call Lunar to help get her down and he’s part moth, so he’ll like make a big show of like, crawling up the ceiling to get her and he’ll do it extra slow just to freak her out more because he knows that she hates it when she touches her but she can’t show it cause he’s her care giver and her husband and she feels guilty for doubting his love and daring to think he makes her uncomfortable on purpose... yeah marriage problems ... ^ ^;  Sorry for creepy imagery ... ^ ^; 

Glossaryck tries to talk to Lunar about it and suggests that MAYBE she’ll be more comfortable around him if he actually lets her USE HER WAND... since she hasn’t  touched it since she was a teenager and WHO KNOWS HOW HER PERSONALITY HAS CHANGED SINCE THEN ... So Lunar’s like “FINE!!! HERE ECLIPSA!” (he can hand here the wand without effect on him since he doesn’t actually have hands to hold it with... he has feelers and mewberty goop... so everything just kinda... latches on to him all sticky ..... yeah, sorry for nightmare fuel again) Aaaaaaanndd we get our first glimpse of our Queen of Darkness then, wardrobe change and everything (the thorn crown doesn’t come in until she spends more time with Grimalkin and more specifically, when she’s evaluated by Baby and grows her apple tree later, when she’s been living with her Lover, they ask the Fairy Godmother to marry them right there), everyone is surprised by the transformation expect  for Glossaryck, who’s like  “Somebody’s been suppressing a lot of ANGER ....” *Looks over at Lunar* “Wonder what could be the cause* And then Lunar looks over at Eclipsa who looks about ready to KILL HIM an’ he snatches the wand away as quickly as she had it via his gross Mewberty goop and he’s like “SEE?! All that power is far too dangerous for someone so small look at what just happened! You just turned yourself into a monster when your supposed to be my sweet little muffin!”

 Now we get to Toffee’s relation to Eclipsa.... after the whole wand thing happened he was actually (supposed to be) her aid. Cause King Lunar become paranoid of his wife becoming “out of control” and needed someone to “control” her when he wasn’t there because                   “ (ableism) I’m too busy to be scrapping you off the ceiling every time you have one of your episodes!!!! (ableism)” So .... he tries some of the Mewman staff at  first ... But they’re all ether too condescending or just plain afraid of her and don’t even wanna touch her ... and Eclipsa knows this and plays it up to her advantage... So Lunar finally get’s this idea ... And he picks who he deems the most “intelligent” in the ... lizard prison... tells them that they’re going to “Keep an eye on the Queen”, takes them to Eclipsa’s room and Lunar’s like “Okay LIZARD I’m gonna show you what you’re working with here” And it’s just Eclipsa, alone, by herself, eating this big bowl of candy with her gloves off and pawing at the wrappers... 

And the lizards like “She looks SLIGHTLY less bored than I am...” 

“She’s hysterical ...” 

*mumbles* “ComingfromLunarTheLoon....” 

“What was that, REPTILE...?” 

“Nothing...! Yourbugeyedbenevolence...” 

“If you’re so keen on insulting someone today, just make sure you speak to HER in the slowest, weirdest voice possible!” 

“....OKIEDOKIEHOPEYOUCHOKIE!!!” 

Then the door slams and it’s perpetual “SURPRISE!!!!” voice until Eclipsa goes “Oi Lizzie! You like some tea from all that Buff- frog in ya throat?!” 

And then Liz drops the act like “Oh, I don’t eat garbage...” 

“Well, had me confused, you are what you eat...” 

“And you’re hysterical...” 

“Mm. So I’ve heard. But I’m sure the Buff-frogs don’t like hearing their fellow monsters think they’re ‘garbage’. That’s not a very nice thing to say about someone, is it? Even if it is used as an excuse not to eat them.” 

“I suppose that’s true... Are you going to strike me now?” 

“Why would I strike the hand that feeds me?” 

“On days like this, I can think of many reasons, especially if you’re hungry.”

*She edges the bowl of candy over to him* “Please. :3″ 

“...Thank you....” *Being the ... picky eater that he is, (or making certain it’s not poison) she notices him carefully searching for his favorite candy and laughs when he gathers a handful of it* 

“There you go!” 

*Mouth already full of Saltwater Toffee* “Whut ...?!”

”I think your name is Toffee! What would you say about that?” 

*he looks guilty for all the candy pieces he’s holding in his hands* I’d say that it would suit me, Queen Eclipsa, Thank you!”  

“Your very welcome, Toffee! Also, that reminds me, we need to buy you a suit, it’ll look more official when you help me boot out my bugger of a husband! *ironic ship teasing/future ex girlfriend reference bc she later falls for someone who wears no suits at all, CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT* 

Toffee can’t help but find this amusing and smilies “You want me to... AIDE you in starting a rebellion against your husband?” 

*Eclipsa borrows a piece of his toffee, pops it in her mouth, and grins* “Now look who’s hysterical...” 

The very next day, Toffee returns to Eclipsa all beaten and bloodied up. His tail is missing and , he’s pretty much dying. Eclipsa is freaking out...realizing her wand is gone too, doesn’t know what’s going on but has a pretty good inkling of who’s behind it. Next thing you know Lunar comes in all like “Hm. That’s two things that don’t belong to me now, or is it three? You’ll never get your kingdom back.”

 And Eclipsa is tears “I don’t care about the kingdom! What did you do to to Toffee?!” 

And Lunar throws the tail and the and the wand back to their rightful owners and says “What I could never do to my bugger of a bride!” before slamming the door on them again. 

The second he leaves, Eclipsa drops herself out of her chair unto to the floor, crawls over to Toffee, asks him to tell her what she can do to to help him, and he tells her  weakly that he’s heard of an ancient being in the dark forest who supposed to heal monsters, Eclipsa’s like “Alright, we’ll go there. Right now.” Takes off her hat and props it under his head, then goes over to her bed to get some pillows, where her book is laying. 

Glossaryck pops out and is like “What are you doing?” 

“You heard what just went on.” 

“You’re going to The Dark Forest to seek Grimalkin.” 

“ Gesundheit.” 

“No no. Grimalkin is the name of the HEALER. Trust me, if I  sneezed, you’d know it.” 

“Get away.” 

“Eclipsa, I’m you’re teacher and YOU NEED ME.” 

“No I don’t.” 

“Fine. Be that as it may, I will accompany you on your journey.” 

“Why?” 

“SATISFACTION BROUGHT IT BACK!” 

“...Whatever. Help me pad my chair with these pillows while I lift Toffee up, and hurry.” 

“...Maybe if  you cast  ‘LEVITATO’-” 

“I KNOW!!!!” 

Toffee protests to taking Eclipsa’s chair but Eclipsa says that right now, he needs it more than she does. “Besides, I have my Gait Trainer, silly Gator!”  They secure some rope they got from Eclipsa’s curtains to the chair and Toffee’s under the impression that Eclipsa’s going to tie the other end around her waist and pull him herself, so he objects to that too. He earns some perfect shoujo laughter and a “Don’t be ridiculous, Toffee!” Before giving a sharp whistle and a small usher of rats scurry out from under the bed “I mean, I would if I had to, but there’s no need. Follow Mummy babies!” and just like that they grab a hold of Toffee’s rope and follow her out every door, with to rats stationed in front of her to help open them.

 One of the servants asks if they should do something, watching her head towards the dark forest from the window, to which Lunar responds “Nah, curiosity killed the cat.” And the rest is history. Basically because Toffee made her PROMISE to come back and visit him every day because he heard what Lunar had said to her before and was afraid for her at that point. Which Grimalkin allows because he BEGS xem and the Guardian sees how this monster cares for HER. Plus she looks too exhausted to do any real harm at the moment.  

Eclipsa promises Toffee that she’ll come back, and she’ll start working on her spells for self defense. 

When Eclipsa asks Grimalkin tells her that Toffee’s tail can’t be re-attached, and it could take a while for the other lizard monsters who to live there to teach him how to regenerate, maybe even generations but zie CAN preserve his life. Maybe even raise a new life from the old tail.

 When she hears this, and she’s letting it sink in that Toffee almost died,  Eclipsa considers making up an immortality spell so she’ll never have to worry about the scare of losing him ever again. Then Eclipsa tells the guardian about the prison and zie promise to see what can be done. Also this happen at some point, after they’re at least on a more friendly/flirty basis ...

“You’re a healer, right?” 

“You know what I am.”

”Yeah, well...How come other people don’t know I can’t be cured?” 

“Dunno.” 

“I mean I know I KNOW...and YOU KNOW, so how come THEY dunno? YA KNOW?!”

”The answer is as mysterious as my origins, Purple One.” 

“YOU’RE A PURPLE ONE! Also, your stripes are really pretty!” 

“So are your paws.” 

“May I feel your pretty stripes with my pretty paws? :3″ 

“You are MARRIED! Also, I am not purple, I am  Magenta.” 

“ And I’m Sorry I Asked! ;W;” 

Toffee is watching them like “Pfft ... FURRIES!” 

When things start getting more intense between them (Grimalkin & Eclipsa) later, Eclipsa tells Lunar over dinner that she wants to  make other living arrangements, of course, the tyrannical King laughs in her face. THIS is what leads the Lovers to make arrangements of their own behind the King of Mewni’s back, at least until they can get away, they’re hoping ...  

That’s pretty much it, sorry for going into a bit a mini fic mode, I just really wanted to sell the idea of Eclipsa... being a disabled person so that people would actually, you know... want to draw her as such. ^ ^; Since I don’t think it’ll happen at all in the show, twice, although it would be a freaking miracle if it did ... ^ ^; 

I’m also sorry for the snobby way that I think some of this post is worded? ^ ^; I’m not trying to play the oppression game with anyone here .... ^ ^; It’s just, people see a character and they think of ways to see themselves.... and anyone can draw a missing eye, limb, or cane as a cool character trait or accessory but absolutely NOBODY (as far as I know)  sees a character and thinks “I’m going to draw that “abled-bodied” character in a wheelchair, so people who maybe don’t have the physical ability to create sometimes can see themselves too”. Which is why I think starting a movement along the lines of #DRAWHERSITTINGDOWN, or more inclusively #DRAWTHEMSITTINGDOWN would be SUPER IMPORTANT. 

I mean, at least it’s better than saying “cripple the bitch”. Which in retrospect I’m surprised hasn’t been turned into some kind of revolutionary artistic  renaissance or reclamation movement made exclusively for disabled artists to draw what disabilities they’ve envisioned for the abled-bodied characters that they adore already (in a way that’s not the result of villainous violence or results in vendetta, unless of of course they’re a villain or simply have a vendetta against our abled-bodied overlords whom  oppress us so, that would be an excellent excuse to have those elements included in the explanation of how their disability effects them, like I just did with Eclipsa ).      

Because I feel bad and embarrassed because every time I want to see an “abled-bodied” character in a wheelchair, I think of the phrase “cripple the bitch” and then my internalized ablism thinks up some horrible accident they were in order to “make them that way”.  Because nobody draws an “abled bodied” character in a wheelchair just because. Unless it’s the disability sign. And we need to start.  

STAR VS. THE FORCES OF EVIL IS THE /ONLY SHOW/ WHERE I FEEL COMFORTABLE ENOUGH STARTING IT! AND I /STILL/ FEEL THE NEED TO EXPLAIN /WHY/ I NEED THIS HEADCANON RATHER THAN JUST SAY BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE ANY EVIDENCE OR CODING TO HELP ME. AND I’M AFRAID PEOPLE WILL ETHER HUMOR ME ONCE OR WON’T FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH IT BECAUSE THEY’RE ABLED BODIED. AND WHERE IS TOBY?! IS MY SON STILL IN DETENTION?! I DON’T MEAN TO DISOWN HIM BUT I DESERVE BETTER THAN AN ACTUAL HUMAN SIDE CHARACTER WHO ONLY SHOWED UP ONCE, A GOAT, A WEIRD WEREWOLF GUY, AND  

I’m sorry that I feel like I’m playing the oppression olympics right now, like I’m wheeling over eggshells with every word that I type, but I know I deserve better, I really do! I deserve my Disabled Queen of Darkness, Eclipsa. And she and her wheels deserve a spot on Daron Necfy’s Diverse (and I’m not being ironic because I LOVE YOU FAERIE GOD MOM <3) wall of art, along with an actual (and still autistic)  Star on Wheels . And so do Eclipsa’s husband and their son, Toby. Like all four in the same picture; a family portrait. That Would Be AMAZING!!! Especially if “Grimalkin” was like, like both Eclipsa AND Toby up on each arm IN THIER WHEELCHAIRS like they were lifting weights like in a “strong man” pose cause they’re arms are definitely big enough to support two manual wheelchairs that weigh virtually nothing them cause they’re so strong and they just ... can. 

And Star is parked on the floor in front in her power chair ... with “The Gang” (Trans Marco, Jackie,  Tom, Janna and Starfan13) all gathered around her and they’re all just being happy an goofy and Janna’s in Star’s lap, probably. Starfan13 didn’t have enough room so she’s like, squishing Star’s face with her’s in a hug, you know that cute squishy hug face? 

Ingrid’s in the picture too, sitting in the monsters arms at Toby’s side holding his hand cause he’s a little nervous that he’ll fall. She wanted to be in the photo too and Grimalkin understood her cause they also speak German and they asked her if she could keep Toby company so he wouldn’t be scared. She said okay, but she’s not giving up her comfort item for nothin’, also it will cost The Queen her guillotine. 

Eclipsa’s over on the other arm just lookin’ as chill as ever. Cause she knows that her Lovie would never let her roll off. 

That would look PERFECT on Daron’s wall! Hopefully #DISABLEDQUEENOFDARKNESS becomes as popular as other fanon so we can make that happen! Feel to use any of the tags I’ve created to start posting!!! Maybe even said some Disabled Queen of Darkness to Daron!!! (And me of course, if I’ve convinced you that Eclipsa Is Disabled and you want to actively draw her and write her as such please send all your content to me!!! I’d love to see it!!!! <3)    

I have other thoughts on the monster themselves, their love for Eclipsa, it’s importance to the entire freaking plot of the series, and the way they’ve been treated in favor of Toffee and Eclipsa herself, like that line about treating the monster lover as an accessory was there for a reason and I’m pissed, but I’ll write up why later because YOU KNOW WHY... and I wanna go ahead and get this posted before the final airs.  

I encourage everyone who sees this to reblog this even if they’re not in the Star vs. fandom! Like you can consider this a one fandom/character/headcanon/masterpost thing but I feel like it’s a great way to get the general tags of #DRAWHERSITTINGDOWN and #DRAWTHEMSITTINGDOWN started!  Also, REMEMBER: DO /NOT/ USE THE WORD “CRIPPLE” IF YOU ARE NOT PHYSICALLY DISABLED!!!!! 

I know using “if” in an apology is wrong but I don’t know how else to word this so ... I’m genuinely sorry if any other physically disabled people reading this are uncomfortable with my usage of the word in this post? ^ ^; It’s just it’s used as a catchall by other people in our community and after finding cpunk, I recently started identifying with the word to help me find other people ... ^ ^; <3 OX 

Also  people, when you reblog this, please clarify whether or not you physically disabled in the tags in order to help me find other people...  ^ ^; <3 OX I’ve never done this before, so words of encouragement and feed back would also be appreciated, and if you said something ... vaguely kind or encouraging before? ^ ^; <3 Know they still are (just now is your chance to reblog ^ ^; <3 OX)  

I really would appreciate it if @starbutterflyisautistic     and @marcodiazisatransgirl would reblog this too since *themorrison’svoice* YOU GUYS ARE SO COOL!!!!!  ❤ 

And SPEAKING of cool criminal individuals I just want to thank Red for publishing my ask in the first place. She’s helped and inspired so many with the Trans Marco theory and she’s the one who helped me realize I had a basis for my Disabled Queen of Darkness too. Also, she’s the one who inspired the idea of Eclipsa’s husband being some weird bug thing who preferred to stay in their  Mewberty stage, “like an invading body snatcher virus took over.” Because it shows some real contrast between some monsters and the mewmans I think, rather than just being some humanoid oppressors afraid of the scary monsters because they “don’t understand”. Because they had this “mewberty” thing happen to them, where they ether “wouldn’t be back to normal”, or they made the conscious decision to stay in or out of it, good or bad, and if they understood exactly what they were doing to the other monsters and enjoyed it because they considered THEMSELVES the“ideal” of what a monster should look like. And then that bad history was erased through centuries of .... literal humanization I just think there’s a bit more to explore through that narrative then having Eclipsa’s former husband be some cliche Gaston stereotype, or even the “well meaning Nice Guy TM who lets the girl go” trope. 

And I know that making the Mewman King Eclipsa was married to a tyrant is a bit of a cliche as well, but striping Eclipsa of the powers she’s supposed have because of that, giving Eclipsa a physical disability and have her be oppressed because of that, like Star would be with the autism headcanon... It would kinda level the playing flied between Eclipsa and the Monster a bit because THEY’RE BOTH MINORITIES!!! THEY’RE BOTH OPPRESSED!!!!  The Monster a bit more than Eclipsa but still ... the thing common helps them understand each other a bit more and helps this become much more than “ I married my oppressor because I changed them and they changed me” “love” story, because c’mon, so far, the basis for these two finding a connection in these fandom has been “You’re not bad for a ______” AND WE ARE SO NOT DOING THAT WITH WHAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE AN ALLEGORY FOR AN INTERRACIAL RELATIONSHIP C’MON .... 

And I wouldn’t have thought any of this if it weren’t for Red, she’s our rebel princess, she’s the best, loves the wayward sister in the purple dress, she’s given me the courage to fight, for Heckapoo On Wheels, Disabled Dark Queens and Butterfly’s ....and TOOOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! 

Okay so I hope that wasn’t too corny but like, seriously, I love you Red!! You are ROCK and are (truly) an inspiring beautiful person who’s fun to be around and I hope this isn’t embarrassing or too much because I know we only ever had contact from that ask, but I owe you so much credit for inspiring me to claim Queen Eclipsa for myself as well as the other Past Queens of Mewni for other people with disabilities because it’s amazing that you and Daron have made me feel comfortable in my own skin enough to do that! I love this show and this little niche fandom of Wayward Princesses SO MUCH and it all means so much to me you have no idea and I am SO GLAD you’re a part of it!!! I’m worried that some of this post as well as that ask was worded with some twinges of jealously ... and maybe that’s why it wasn’t originally reblogged .... because I sounded so ...impatient? But I want you to know that I mean this, un-ironically, from bottom of my heart and I’m not just saying for notes or popularity: You are important. You are loved. You have done so much for the community and so much for me and so many other great things and more than enough things for me to thank you for so you don’t need to feel pressured to reblog this, Red! Just know that I thank you from the bottom of my heart and you’ll continue to do even more, I wouldn’t have known there was an interest in Eclipsa being disabled or have the courage to write this if it weren’t for you!! So Thank You!!! OX ❤

If it’s okay, I just want to link everyone to Red’s Princess Marco and Star vs. Trailer’s since they’re Hecka magical and wonderful, haven’t gotten comments in a while and all you Poo heads should leave some more love for them!!!!!   ;)  ❤ 

Princess Marco Trailer: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4pYrOO68ys

Star Vs. Trailer:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qkjUFB-NcA  

Congrats on Trans Marco being canon, everyone! ;) ❤ OX 

Well, here I am, 12:50 AM, Monday. The night before they air the final. About to get my hand brace in the morning. About to finally post something that’s been  in my drafts for a week, with spelling errors and other things I can’t be bothered to fix, with this post being the best post about Eclipsa that you will ever read. With Eclipsa (probably) about to be confirmed to be the abled-bodied ice pop I was worried about. FANON DON’T FAIL ME NOW!!!!!!! ❤ OX  

(Get it...? Cause the saying is? And I’m? Yeah ....Side note about the goat and my sense of humor earlier DO NOT USE THE WORD “GIMP” IF YOU ARE NOT PHYSICALLY DISABLED ETHER, NOT EVEN IF YOU’RE USING THE BADLY NAMED ART PROGRAM TO DRAW ECLIPSA, THANK YOU!)  

 ♠💜😈💋♠ ❤ ALL LOVE ECLIPSA, DISABLED QUEEN OF DARKNESS!!!!!! ♠💜😈💋♠❤

   ♠💜😈💋♠❤AND MAY YOU ALL .... DRAW HER SITTING DOWN... ♠💜😈💋♠❤

 #ECLIPSAISDISABLED #DISABLEDQUEENOFDARKNESS #DRAWHERSITTINGDOWN #STARVSTHEFORCESOFABLIESM #DRAWTHEMSITTINGDOWN

[cagedbycravings]

Iron Necessity

Chapter: Trust 

Warnings: Language, Violence

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC’s and the plot. 

"Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies." — Friedrich Nietzsche

If there was one thing Mactavish learned about Margaux Levèsque, it was how painfully meticulous she was. They'd jumped through more hoops and ladders than he imagined a contact having. From walking into a pool of water to prove they weren't wearing a wire, to responding with strange hand gestures, he remembered what Price had mentioned when Nikolai was dropping them off at their first location. Margaux's mind is like a puzzle box. It is her most endearing trait as much as it is her most infuriating.

Finally, with their clothes drenched and patience thin, they arrived at a tiny apartment. Price had raised his hand to knock whenever the door opened. Cautiously entering he, Mactavish, and Anderson prepared themselves. A woman stood at the window, eyes focused on Nikolai's Pave low.

"Margaux." A small smile tugged at his whiskers as Price waited for her to turn. It had been years since they last saw each other and yet, she hadn't appeared to have aged a day. Her rich copper skin, her vibrant hazels, her toffee brown curls neatly braided. "It's been too long, mon trèsor." (…my treasure.)

"That it has." Anderson and Mactavish exchanged glances, not quite certain of the softness in their Captain's voice. Familiar hazels narrowed in their direction.

"Vous êtes certain qu'on peut leur faire confiance?" (Are you sure they can be trusted?)

She eyed the two men suspiciously. 

"Avec ma vie même, Margaux."(With my life, Margaux.)

Price saw that his words did little to soften her expression as he cleared his throat, drawing her attention back to him.

"We need to talk about the girls."

Cillian tapped his pen with increasing irritation as he watched the front door from the dining room table. Esmèrie hadn't been found in 12 hours. She traveled light and could remain out of the house for days at a time making him question how someone with no training could do so while leaving no trace along the coast of southern Rio. His patience was wearing thin. He'd been too lenient with her. And she took advantage of his kindness. Just like that bitch she calls a mother. The door swung open as two armed men dragged a village elder. Cillian glowered at the man, ordering his chin to be lifted.

"Where is she?" Cillian hissed in Portuguese. "Where is she? I know she gave you the net."

The old man's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he sputtered. "S-She g-gave my p-people the net t-to save our water. I…have not seen her since."

Cillian nodded before glancing at the two-armed men. "Take him back to the village.” 

Turning on heel, he slammed open the sliding glass door. Gripping the wooden railing, he steamed. Then it hit him...the coves. When they flew in, he’d seen the way she’d look at them. Her eyes narrowed with focus. But the current was too strong to swim. She had to have a boat, something small and discreet enough to drift to and from the villa they stayed in. 

Ghost began to wonder how she wasn't cold or tired. Esmèrie kept her distance from him wadding in the bioluminescent waves. He extended a gloved hand towards her. She hesitated, her eyes shooting from his hand to his face. "I'm not gonna bite you." She could practically hear his smirk beneath his balaclava. A wave broke their stare just long enough for him to consider diving in for her. Esmèrie resurfaced with a gasp, her eyes carrying the same reluctance she'd shown for the last hour.

"Who sent you?" Her accent was more pronounced, striking a higher octave while she raised her voice above the crashing waves. "Was it…Cillian?"

He glowered as she flinched, inching herself away from him. That name had been highlighted in the briefing. The lithe Irishman who he'd yet to see interact with Esmèrie, holding some leverage on her family. "No, he didn't." His hand still extended, he watched her anxiously eye him.

Overlooking her shoulder, she knew the swim to her alcove would be precarious this late at night. The ocean's temperature had dropped increasingly as the sun faded making her trip even just a kilometer from the shore too risky.

"Come on now, dove. I'm sure you're freezin' out there." It was the gentlest he could make his voice sound and judging by Esmèrie's uncertain expression, he needed to practice. He sighed and was just about to pull his hand back whenever she lifted herself, slender arms holding her dripping body against the jagged edge. She had a clearer look at his balaclava, her eyes drifting to his olive colored long sleeved shirt with matching cargo pants and military grade leather boots. "If you take a picture it'll last longer, dove."

He chuckled at the flush across her cheeks. "No, it's not like that. I just…my Parrain used to wear boots like those…" Her voice drifted off as she eyed his mask. "Are you…" Her eyes grew wide at the shadow behind him as Ghost caught a glimpse of someone holding an M9 to his head.

The atmosphere shifted as Esmèrie's eyes widened in fear. In seconds, Ghost gripped the gun, yanking the man's arm forward as he turned. He placed well aimed kicks to subdue him. Removing the M9 and firing. The shot rang out, an eerie silence swallowing the cove. Ghost turned to face Esmèrie, expecting her to scream or worse yet, launch herself back into the water. Instead, she glanced towards the dead Black Dahlia member at his feet. Slowly lifting her hand forward, he read the dread in her eyes. Gripping her hand and lifting her out of the water, his eyes drifted down her dripping wet suit. She flushed and averted her gaze, hand gripping her wrist. The irritation in his breathing was evident as he scanned the cove. Any number of Cillian's men could arrive to harm them. They'd need to act quickly. There was an off beaten path leading from the ledge to cove. He faintly detected a means to escape whenever the screeching of a car reached their ears.

"Find the girl. Shoot anyone that stops you."

Price and his team knew to expect trouble the moment they saw the estate filled to the brink with Makarov's men. Margaux seethed upon seeing her brother Sabien enter the house, cell phone attached to his ear.

"Bâtard!" (Bastard) She hissed.

"Margaux, what do you wanna do?" Price asked through his earpiece.

"We wait until nightfall then we'll land, swim across and go through the garden." Margaux's knuckles cracked as she rounded her fists.

Night couldn't come fast enough for the team as Margaux took some time away from camp to eye her family home. From this angle, its beauty was untainted. Her favorite season was approaching as she long awaited the ocean's crisp kiss to welcome her each morning. Visages of her daughters playing amongst the rocks came to mind. Their world was so pure and simple back then. An excellent education, good food, and lots of love were all that was necessary to keep them safe. Margaux had planned to take over the family business while also tending to her father in his ailing memory. She could finally slow down, tell Price the truth about-

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a crunching leaf as she withdrew her Desert Eagle, ready to shoot.

Anderson held up his hands, freezing in his tracks. "Didn't mean to disturb you, ma'am."

Margaux sighed and replaced her pistol in its holder. "You didn't. I apologize for that."

Anderson shrugged. "It's a tense time."

Margaux smiled. "Still, shooting you would have been like shooting one of my daughters. They are right around your age."

"Twins?" He asked as he ambled towards her side.

"Mhm. Born five minutes apart." She chuckled tilting her head, eyes closing. "I had them in a bar on the border of France and Belgium. Just 12 hours before, I called John in a panic. He was by my side throughout the entire birth. He brought me home and took care of the girls and I while dealing with the chaos that was my family."

She could practically hear Anderson's soft faced smile as she turned to him. "Why do I have this feeling you'd get on well with my Elyse?"

A crimson tinge lit up his cheeks, as he glanced down bashfully. "Funny you say that, because we just so happen to be mates." The fear of implying disrespect struck him as he stammered. "B-but I can assure you there's no funny business."

Margaux tilted her head knowingly. "Is that so? Well even if you did so happen to dip the biscuit, as a French woman, I can appreciate knowing that my daughter has chosen so well."

Anderson blinked curiously at her flirty tone as she giggled. Allowing her innuendo to fill the space between him, she barely contained her laughter behind her hand.

"Do you mean…oh…"If his face were any redder, he'd turn into a tomato. Anderson nodded, thanked her and awkwardly excused himself as she giggled just as Price appeared from the tall grass behind them.

"What are you up to my pearl?"

"Making certain to get a rise out of your exceptionally British men."

An amused glint in his eye, he wrapped her arms around her waist, pressing himself against her ass. "You mean like how you did when we met in Sierra Leone?" Suckling at her ear, he pressed her closer as she shivered.

"You mean when I threatened to take off your head with my legs?"

"Mhm. You're the only woman who I've ever allowed to smother me with her minge." He nibbled at her neck as she bit at her lower lip, hand slipping between the two of them, fingers near his protruding zipper.

"Mm…John, I need this."

"I know you do." His nibbles turned to kisses as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. She turned, one hand snaking upward to his hair, the other hand unzipping him before slipping her hand inside. Price shuddered at her touch. "Margaux," His voice turned husky as she gripped him, pulling away just enough to watch his reaction. His eyes closed, a heavy exhale escaping his lips, he hardened in her hand. "My pearl," He breathed, alarm overtaking any pleasure he felt. Cradling her wrist, his eyes fluttered open. "We can't. Not like this."

The disappointment in her eyes was present for a moment before she blinked it away. "You're right. We need to go."

The moon granted them favor, embracing them as Margaux led Price, Mactavish, and Anderson out of the water. They darted through the garden following the cobblestone walkway along the winding entrance into the hidden crawl space. It would lead them to her father's office as Margaux scanned the room, waving them up. "Watch the door." Price motioned to Anderson who nodded as he looked through the sheer room divider.

Margaux typed rapidly at the keyboard, opening file after file, searching for any trace of where Esmèrie could have gone.

"We've got company." Anderson whispered, lifting his M4A1.

Price and Mactavish readied their M4A1s as Anderson watched the shadow grow closer. They held their breath, the room silent as the shadow stopped mid-step in front of the room divider before turning its back.

"Mon Dieu!"(My God!) Margaux's gasp startled the three as they shot their attention to her. "Non, non, non bèbe, non!" (No, no, no baby, no!) She trembled, tears spilling from her eyes as she barely muffled a sob behind her palm. Price knelt to her side, placing a gentle hand on her arm. "Margaux my pearl, what is it?"

Drawing in a sharp breath, she swallowed her cry. "Esmèrie contacted Black Dahlia." Her lip quivered as she bit at her lower lip until she tasted blood.

Mactavish glimpsed his mentor's face seeing the color fade from his cheeks made the younger Captain question just what kind of trouble this Esmèrie was in. His eyes looked grim.

"Contact 12 o'clock." Anderson whispered.

"Margaux, we have to get out of here."

She blinked away her tears, drawing in a short breath. "Not without my bastard brother."

She walked towards Anderson, scanning the guard standing with back turned to them.

"If we can get to the west wing, we can corner Sabien. Then it's just a matter of extracting information."

They made their entrance in the fog of a flashbang as the four shot their way up the grand staircase and into the west wing. Pressing themselves against separate walls, they waited for Margaux to toss another flashbang before storming the bedroom door. Inside, a stout looking man sat in front of the fireplace. His lackluster brown eyes didn't move from the picture in his hand. Margaux advanced cautiously, Desert Eagle pointed as the sound of gunfire from the hallway gave way to the crackling fireplace. She rounded his chair, pressing the gun to his temple. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out."

"Because you don't know where Esmèrie is, do you?" His lackluster brown eyes hazily rose to meet her fiery hazels.

"Where is she?" Margaux's voice hit a guttural low.

"The last wire transfer went to Rio. That was over a week ago. " He nonchalantly swallowed another gulp of his whiskey.

"How'd she get there?"

Sabien smirked. "You don't know? She contacted that attack dog you lost control of."

Margaux pressed the barrel deeper into his temple. "Tell me brother, how do you sleep at night? Knowing that your children are safe in their beds at home with you rather than them being spread all over the planet?"

Shame creeped into his eyes as he looked away taking a sip of his brandy. "I slept well with that comfort. But my children are not here. They are in Russia," He couldn't contain the venom in his voice. "Serving as collateral in your child's place."

"Collateral?"

"Oui. Makarov has grown impatient. He won't wait much longer until…" His voice dropped off as the sound of gunshots reached their ears. Price rushed into the room, eyes ablaze at Sabien. "We have to go. The Russians have us outnumbered."

"Call Nikolai." Margaux watched Price nod before pressing his earpiece.

"Guess we'll have to catch up another time, sis."

A cruel grin etched into her features, heightening the fear in his heart as she tilted her head. "Why wait any longer brother? You're coming with us."

Sabien's eyes widened as he reached for the Glock on the table next to him. Margaux one step ahead pistol-whipped him. His unconscious body leaned forward as she whistled for Anderson and Mactavish to enter the room. Mactavish lifted the stout man over his head. The gleam of light from Nikolai's chopper drew their attention to the nearest window.

Margaux removed the photo in her brother's hand. Eyes softening as she saw Ciel resting in Esmèrie's lap, grins on their faces as her father played at the family piano. Folding the photo into her pocket, she stared at her brother's bleeding face. "Tell Nikolai we're bringing a plus one."

Dew dripped down the silvery strands as hazel eyes dilated, pulsating with fear. Sweat glistened on her forehead, her mouth parting, the words failing. She could hear the ominous scratching as something predatory approached her twin. She'd been unaware, blinded by naivety, of the danger approaching. The shadow of something crawling closer to her, as the webbing began to encircle her legs. Her splayed arms writhed as Elyse felt the Esmè's burning tears prick at her eyes. A distinct anger flowed through her veins as her gaze sharpened towards the disembodied voice against her naïve sister's ear. Threats of what was to come causing her sweet sister to tremble. Elyse's voice failed as she tried to scream. In the meanwhile, the shadow eclipsed her twin. Her wide set eyes fluttering closed as the venom from the web seeped into her flesh. The pain registered over her features as she released a cry that tore Elyse apart.

"I'm sorry, Elyse. I'm so sorry."

Elyse struck the punching bag in front of her. A loud smack emitted with every punch. She'd grown accustomed to the stares at her ever-growing athletic figure. She was shorter than expected, her curves more stubborn than she would have liked. The gym despite it's gossip about her taking enhancements, her sexuality, and her general distrust as a non-member of the 141; provided an air of release. As she rolled her neck before resuming her blows on the punching bag. The visage of her twin crying out made her blood boil. Every night for a week that dream came to her. She needed an outlet, somewhere she could hit something without consequence. The gym was quiet today, the 141 members sticking to their side of the gym. She'd just landed a reverse kick whenever a whistle reached her ear. Shooting a glare towards the entry to the gym, she watched as Gary strode towards her. "You looking for a sparring partner?"

Elyse lifted her brows in surprise. "You're back?"

Gary chuckled. "Yep. Just got back this morning. So, what do you say?"

Elyse thought a moment. They were of similar builds. He wasn't quite as tall as the other SAS members, as she witnessed just how well he'd learned to use his lean build to his advantage. "Let's do this."

Their jabs cut through the air as the two dodged and blocked each other's strikes. Elyse had just delivered of a round of kicks to Gary's mid-section, whenever he grabbed her leg and swung her towards the floor. Pressing her weight on to her hands, she backflipped before charging him. He anticipated her moves, knowing quite well how much more comfortable she was with Krav Maga. He'd learned to spot more vulnerable areas to exploit over the years. She'd managed to, tuck herself behind him, slipping him into a headlock as he broke her hold, bringing his fist to her face. Her forearm blocked it at the last second ready to strike with her own blow whenever their legs crossed causing an awkward descent onto the faded blue gym mats.

Gary landed first, his back emitting a loud smack. Elyse tumbled next, catching herself by pressing her hands on either side of him. The pause lasted only a moment, his cognac brown eyes linked with her hazels; their breathing ragged, sweat dripping from her toffee brown curl onto his cheek. The intensity weighed on them as Elyse caught herself leaning closer to him.

"You two need to get a fucking room." Royce hissed in disgust as he lifted himself the sparring ring ropes.

Elyse shot a look towards the American as Gary felt his heart race. There was something about being near a woman so ardent. Her body hot with an inner fire. Margaux's words echoed in his mind as he felt a surge of blood rush to his nether regions. Even if you did so happen to dip your biscuit, as a French woman, I can appreciate knowing that my daughter has chosen so well.

Shifting uncomfortably, so as not to reveal his current predicament, he gently pushed her off.

"I'm not made of glass, mate. If you need me to get off, just tell me." Elyse playfully nudged him. "You alright? Your face is rather red."

Gary nodded, propping his legs up in a way that he could casually lean against them in hopes of not raisingany suspicions. To make matters worse, Archer whistled for their attention. "Captain wants to see you two." Seeing the grave expression on Archer's face dissipated any feelings of salaciousness as Gary rose, following Elyse out of the gym.

"Go.Onto.Base?" Margaux accent thickened, her brow raised.

"It'll just be until we're ready to leave." Price placed his hands around her rounded fists. "Please, my pearl. Just give us a day to prepare." He knew not to poke a hissing viper when he saw one. Margaux was no exception; her darkened copper skin reminiscent of the sleek black adders he'd run into during his first tour in Sierra Leone. He'd grown to appreciate their seductive aura, finding solace in their hypnotic eyes. The day he was nearly attacked, was the same day he'd met Margaux. She'd finished an arms deal with the government and had just so happened to stumble across his path, stabbing the viper while never breaking eye contact with the younger Leftenant. She couldn't stand him at first. Attached like a lost pup she called him. As much as her words stung, it was the truth. He'd been smitten with her from the moment she withdrew her blade from the viper's neck, content with the blood on her finger-less leather cuffs as she ambled into the sunset. Any chance he had, he'd convinced Gaz to cover for him before slipping away to find her at the only decent pub in Makeni. After buying a few drinks, he'd cajoled her into conversation. From the very beginning she made him earn every glance, laugh, embrace, kiss, and eventually every moan he received. British accents aren't enough to entice French women she teased. He blinked, bringing him back to reality as he peered into her vexed hazel eyes.

"John…"

"Yes?"

"I'm not going to that cesspool of testosterone you call a base."

He released an exasperated sigh, feeling Nikolai's bemused stare and Mactavish's affronted glare from the front the helicopter. Sabien shuffled in the belt that bound his wrists and feet together. His voice muffled by the gag at his mouth. Feeling a moment of compassion, Price lowered the gag just enough to let him speak. "You will have a better time convincing God to allow Lucifer back into Heaven than you will convincing this stubborn cow to budge." Earning himself a venomous glare from his sister, Sabien almost willingly allowed the gag to cover his mouth.

Nearing footsteps attracted their attention as Elyse and Gary approached before standing respectively.

"At ease." He motioned to Elyse to come closer to him. Raising a curious brow, Elyse rounded the Pave Low to see Margaux.

"Daughter."

"Mother."

Their curt responses could cut through the near tangible tension in the air; making Price question if this was truly a good idea. His gaze passed from one seething gaze to the other. Their relationship had become tumultuous after Elyse enlisted as even their holiday visits had become strained under the tension of Margaux's decision.

"You left us." Elyse's voice hit a guttural low as she rounded her fists.

"Don't start with the accusations." Margaux rose slowly, shoulders tense, eyes austere as Price inhaled a sharp breath. "You are beyond your depths on this one, child."

"I did what was best for both of you." In an attempt to quell her rising anger, Margaux forced out a fiery exhale as she lowered her head. Margaux lowered her head, her eyes softening in contrast to the shifting of her legs. Price knew that stance, like a black adder readying a strike while luring prey with a false sense of confidence. "Separating the gem from her paradise was one of the most difficult decisions I've ever made."

"Don't give me that shit." Elyse turned her head in disgust. Now was not the time to be vulnerable to her manipulation. "She could have gone with you."

"You know she can't handle this lifestyle. She wasn't born to face this world." Margaux exposed her hands to her daughter, an attempt to seem vulnerable.

Elyse knitted her eyebrows, twisting her mouth in derision, arms crossed. "She's stronger than you give her credit for. Naïve but she still outsmarted those halfwits." She said pointedly towards her miserable looking uncle.

Margaux failed to keep the glimmer of amusement from her eyes as she sighed, turning her head away from her daughter.

Elyse glimpsed the fleeting sadness in her mother's eyes as her heart sunk. Her attempts to bury her empathy hadn't become exactly easier since she enlisted. She had hoped that the battlefield would desensitize her. Making killing, torturing, hurtingpeople easier. In some instances, this had proven to be effective. Her skills improved, she'd risen through the ranks faster. In other instances, however, her empathy towards the ones she cared for remained painfully intact.

The dissolving tension brought a sigh to Price's lips. "I'm glad to see that you two won't tear each other to shreds while we resupply. I understand the circumstances aren't perfect for a reunion, but there are more pressing issues at hand here." He turned to his goddaughter, a mixture of compassion and firmness in his eyes. "Your mother has found the location of your sister. She'll update you on all the details once you two get back to your sleeping quarters."

Elyse knew an order when she heard one, no matter how subtle it may have been. "Yes, sir." She nodded.

"Dismissed, Corporal." Elyse began her walk towards the female barracks as Price tugged at Margaux's hand. "Please go easy on her. She's just as terrified for Esmè as you are."

A sad smile crept onto her face, Margaux pressed a kiss to his face. "You really are too good to me, John." He smiled as he watched her catch up to Elyse. Mactavish, Anderson, and Nikolai turned to face him.

"Alright, lads. We've got a shit ton to do and not nearly enough time to do it all."

"Sounds like business as normal." Nikolai smirked.

"Aye." Mactavish sighed before turning to Anderson. "Roach, come with me to the armory. I'm gonna need the extra hands."

Esmèrie winced, struggling against his vice grip.

"Dress quickly. We have to get out of here." She turned from his sight only to feel his grip at her burning wrist again. "No," He emphasized as if scolding a child. "You dress here. Last thing I need is you disappearing again." He shifted his gaze the other direction, holding her arm in place as she shrugged out of her wetsuit. She'd barely slid her scarlet tunic dress over her bra when the material snagged in her hair. She wriggled with it, using the hand in his grip as he looked glimpsed a tattoo on her right side. Her gaze snapped to his as he noticed her cheeks burn in embarrassment as he glanced away, a smirk evident under his balaclava. She'd began to struggle with her navy-blue thigh high stockings. Finally slipping her feet into her heeled boots, she attempted to comb through her hair with her fingers, sighing as she felt it already begin to dry. "Stick close to me. We gotta move fast. And don't run off." He pointed whisper made her swallow. "Are we clear?" She winced as his grip grew tighter. Reluctant to leave with the madman who just minutes ago was pointing his gun at her, she passed one final glance towards the ocean, an aching desire to do nothing more than return to her alcove, slip into her bed, and forget about the world that caused her such immense pain. He tugged on her arm, intense ambers waiting for her response. She nodded, swallowing any objections she held.

She'd only stepped closer to him when she felt Ghost shove her backward. His M9 aimed at the figures scanning the shoreline.

"There's Daniel." A gasp escaped the youngest and newest member of Black Dahlia. Esmèrie recognized the skittish brown-haired teen she'd known as Ardan. He'd been the most civil often bringing her shells from the beach when she was too depressed to leave Cillian's safehouse.

A gruff, irritated Irish accent reached their ears. "I can see that, you twit." Ronan, Cillian's right-hand man cursed under his breath. Turning his head towards the cove, he spit out his cigarette. "Go up there and check for any signs of her." The teen felt the older man shove him forward.

His flashlight neared as Ghost gripped the back of Esmèrie's head, nearly slamming her into the ground. She struggled, propping her weight on her hands however it didn't take much effort for Ghost to pin her beneath his weight. The flashlight passed over them, Ardan's breathing just mere feet from their faces. Ghost cupped Esmèrie mouth, gripping her just enough to prevent her from squirming. They'd remained undetected, Ardan's footsteps quieting.

Ghost peered around the corner, seeing the man return to the beach. "Let's go." Ghost breathed in her ear. Feeling another rush of heat to her cheeks, Esmèrie nervously found her footing as Ghost tugged her behind him. They darted towards the cliffside. The Black Dahlia members had their backs turned and with a bit of luck, he and Esmèrie slipped past. They'd managed to pass behind the parked car whenever Lochlan, a tall blonde with stubby forehead and pale green eyes spotted them. Kicking the door open, he fired at the two. Ghost grabbed Esmèrie shoving her forward into the forest. He began to fire, Lachlan's body hitting the ground with a final smack. Bullets sprayed from the blonde's MP5K as Ghost fired a deadly shot to his forehead. He glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see Esmèrie's terrified hazels. When he didn't, his anger bubbled past his lips. "Fuck."

Esmèrie couldn't move her legs fast enough. Rushing from the gunfire, she made for the train station. If I could just make it to the lab. She had just rounded the corner seeing the open door to the last train of the night, her hopeful smile fading from her features. Grasping air where her backpack should have been, she panicked. Her bag must have still been in the cove. Her heeled boots slid in the dirt, her gloved index finger snagging against the brick wall she peered around. Her toffee curls stuck to her face, cheeks reddened from running, and her chest heaved with ragged breaths. Her eyes widened at Lochlan's dead body. Ronan was on his phone, his back turned as Ardan gaped at the dead mercenary. By a twisted chance of fate, the teen looked at her as she tucked herself behind the corner. Leaning to her side, she clutched the feather pendant at her neck, her eyes fluttering shut. Controlling her breathing, she gripped the wall with her free hand, missing the shadow enshrouding her body. A gloved hand gripped her face, hey eyes shooting open. Panic kick-started suffocation as she wriggled her body against the person behind her. Strong hands wrapped around her torso, a strange lull of ecstasy consuming her as she lost consciousness.