#performance team witches

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Junhui truly has water witch vibes

Kpop Moodboards- Performance Witches

Junhui as Water

~REQUESTS OPEN~

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reputation - lh44

summary: when a popstar's reputation gets trashed and the entire internet is against her, she finds love in the most unexpected place, a formula 1 paddock (basically inspired by reputation by taylor swift)

folkie radio: can you believe this is my first lewis smau?? i know, criminal. i really hope you like this!! also, i wrote this november last year so lewis still drives for mercedes here 😭 enjoy!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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username1 SNAKE 🐍🐍🐍

username2 How are you going to play victim AGAIN? We all saw the receipts

username3 funny how you disappear when you get caught in your own lies

selenagomez The truth always comes out. Proud of you for staying classy through all this noise ✨

username4 we still love you! don't listen to the haters

username5 remember when she said she never got that phone call? well, guess what the video shows...

username6 #YNisOverParty is trending and she deserves it

theweeknd sending you love ❤️

username7 LEAVE HER TF ALONE

username8 y'all are so quick to believe edited videos and fake narratives. WHERE'S THE FULL VIDEO??

username9 cancelled but serving face

arianagrande Love you sis. Stay strong 🖤

username10 lmao even her celebrity "friends" are fake. we all know they're paid to support her

ladygaga This industry can be cruel. Sending love and light ❤️

username11 making yourself the victim when YOU started all this... classic YN move

username12 i know rn it’s not the time but this picture EATS 😭

username13 the way y'all cyberbully someone and then preach about mental health

username14 🐍🐍🐍🐍

username15 SHES SO OVERRRRRR FINALLY

username16 rip yn you will not be missed

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popculturegossip 🚨 It's officially been 3 months since YN was last seen in public. Sources say:

- Her LA mansion appears empty

- She's cancelled all upcoming appearances

- Her team hasn't responded to any press inquiries since July

- Her usually active social media accounts remain dormant

Timeline of events ⬇️

• July 16: Last Instagram post

• July 17: #YNisOverParty trends worldwide

• July 19: Last public sighting at LAX

• July 20: Cancels performance at VMAs

• July 21: Deletes Twitter profile picture

• August 1: Billboard reports 60% radio play decrease

• Today: 3 months of complete silence

Where do you think YN is?

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username1 baby :((((

username2 i miss her so bad what the media did to her was cruel

username3 sources say she's "not in a good place"

username4 maybe she's finally writing those apology notes 🐍

username5 ding dong the witch is dead

username6 friendly reminder that bullying someone into hiding isn't the flex you think it is

username7 word in the industry is she's working on something big. the silence is intentional.

username8 i just hope she’s healing and surrounded by support

username9 she made the bed and now she has to lay on it

username10 i miss her sm but this was the right thing to do

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tmz EXCLUSIVE: F1 champ Lewis Hamilton and "disappeared" pop star YN spotted having intimate dinner at exclusive NYC restaurant. First pics of YN in 3 months!

Sources say they spent 2+ hours at the private section of Carbone. YN's security team actively blocked paparazzi. The pair left in separate vehicles but arrived together.

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username1 she really stayed hidden for months just to come back with a PR relationship?

username2 OMG SHE LOOKS HEALTHY AND HAPPY!! That's all we wanted 😭❤️

username3 so THIS is why he defended her… it all makes sense now

username4 using another celebrity to rehab your image… classics from YN's playbook

username5 great, now she's going to distract him from the championship

username6 my sources say they've been quietly seeing each other for months. she was at the monaco gp but stayed hidden

username7 she looks so good! but watch how haters turn this into "she was hiding to date him" narrative

username8 lewis deserves better than to be part of her PR games

username9 PLOT TWIST OF THE YEAR

username10 I LOVE THIS

username11 guess her team finally figured out their next publicity stunt

username12 he looks happy though?? maybe let them live?

username13 the way y'all switch up… first it was "she's hiding because she's guilty" now it's "she's only out for PR"

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dailymail REVEALED: Inside Lewis Hamilton and YN's Secret Romance - How F1's Most Eligible Bachelor Won Over Pop's Disappeared Princess

Sources close to the couple confirm they've been dating for 4 months:

First met at the MET Gala in New York He reached out after seeing online harassment She's been spotted in disguise at F1 races They've been having private dates in London, Monaco, and NYC Both families have met

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username1 the way they managed to keep this private for MONTHS in 2024... power couple behavior

username2 he was literally defending his girlfriend and we all thought he was just being nice 😭

username3 so THAT'S why he's been smiling so much lately during interviews

username4 dating a race car driver won't make us forget what you did

username5 she better not mess with his focus. we're trying to win a championship here

username6 the way they met because of her haters... this is literally a romance novel

username7 PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS

username8 still not buying it. watch how this "relationship" ends right before her album drop

username9 he way he gave her space to heal instead of parading their relationship… we're crying 😭

username10 THIS IS SO POWERFUL THO

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🗞️ DAILY MAIL EXCLUSIVE

REVEALED: Inside Lewis Hamilton and YN's Secret Romance - How F1's Most Eligible Bachelor Won Over Pop's Disappeared Princess

By Sarah Mitchell

Entertainment Correspondent

In what might be the most carefully guarded celebrity romance of 2024, Daily Mail can exclusively reveal that Formula 1 champion Lewis Hamilton and pop sensation YN have been quietly dating for the past four months. Multiple sources close to the couple have provided intimate details about their whirlwind romance, which began during one of the most turbulent periods of YN's career.

"They first met at the MET Gala in New York," reveals an insider close to Hamilton. "Lewis was struck by how different she was from her public persona. They spent the whole evening talking about everything except their careers."

The timing of their relationship coincided with YN's much-publicized retreat from the spotlight following the social media storm that engulfed her this summer. Sources say Hamilton reached out to her after witnessing the online harassment she was facing.

"Lewis has dealt with his fair share of public scrutiny," says a source close to the couple. "He saw someone drowning in a similar situation and reached out. What started as friendship quickly evolved into something more."

The couple has managed to keep their relationship under wraps through elaborate security measures and careful planning. YN has reportedly been spotted wearing disguises to attend at least three Grand Prix races, including Monaco, Silverstone, and Singapore. "She would wear oversized hoodies and baseball caps, and the Mercedes team helped keep her presence private in the garage," confirms a paddock insider.

Their families have already been introduced, with Hamilton's father Anthony being spotted dining with YN's parents at an exclusive London restaurant last week. "Both families are thrilled," says a source close to YN's team. "Lewis has been instrumental in helping YN rebuild her confidence after everything that happened."

The couple has split their time between Hamilton's properties in Monaco and London, with YN working on new music in a private studio near his Monaco residence. "She's in a much better place now," reveals a music industry source. "The songs she's writing are different - more mature, more confident. Lewis has encouraged her to tell her side of the story through her music rather than social media."

Their recent appearance at Carbone in NYC wasn't planned to be their public debut. "They thought they'd managed to secure a private dining room without any paparazzi presence," says a restaurant insider. "They were actually celebrating Lewis's recent podium in private."

Looking ahead, sources say the couple is planning to make their official debut soon. "They're done hiding," confirms an insider. "They want to do this relationship on their terms, not on the terms set by social media or tabloids."

When reached for comment, representatives for both Hamilton and YN declined to provide additional details, stating: "We ask that their privacy be respected as they navigate this relationship out of the public eye."

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username1 "Both families are thrilled" THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE 😭❤️

username2 notice how the "source" claims she's recording music? convenient comeback story loading...

username3 "Lewis has been instrumental in helping YN rebuild her confidence" - the way he's genuinely a good person 🥺

username4 she went from playing victim to dating an F1 champion... sis knows how to upgrade her PR strategy

username5 using him for image rehabilitation while he's at the peak of his career... she's smart, I'll give her that 🐍

username6 as an F1 fan, she better not mess with his head during race weekends. we've seen what happened to her previous relationships

username7 the way she found love while everyone was trying to tear her down... KARMA IS REAL

username8 "they spent the whole evening talking about everything except their careers" because she had no career left to talk about 💀

username9 the way they met because of her haters... y'all accidentally created the biggest power couple of 2024

username10 POWER COUPLE

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justjared FIRST CLEAR PICS: Lewis Hamilton & YN make their way to London!

YN rocks an oversized cream sweater, vintage shorts, and minimal makeup, while Lewis sports his signature stylish streetwear. The couple appears accompanied by Hamilton’s pet and Mercedes team members.

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username1 IM DYING

username2 AH FUCK PAPARAZZI

username3 convenient timing right before both their big moments (his race, her rumored album)

username4 he's so protective of her i can't 🥺

username5 she's really mastered the "innocent girlfriend" look after being exposed as fake

username6 can we talk about how this is the first time we actually see her in MONTHS

username7 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD this is all we wanted for her 😭

username8 as long as he keeps winning races, date whoever you want king

username9 watch how fast this "relationship" ends when she needs album promo

username10 the way they're just living their life despite all the hate... POWER COUPLE

username11 THE FACT THAT ROSCOE IS WITH THEM OMFG

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lewishamilton Grateful for these moments of peace between races. Ready for whatever comes next 🤍

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username1 KIIING

username2 IS THAT YN'S RING IN PIC 3??? The one her grandmother gave her?? 👀

username3 that's definitely HER hand...

username4 he way he's so subtle about it... that's real class

mercedesamgf1 Let’s go champ 💪

username5 vouldn't even post a proper pic together? PR relationship getting lazy

nina ❤️❤️🥺

↳ username1 nina is one of his closest friends this feels like confirmation smh

username6 THE RING THE HAND THE COFFEE I'M SCREAMING

username7 the way he's protecting their privacy while still letting us know she's there... we stan a respectful king

username8 AH IM SO HAPPY FOR HERRR

georgerussell63 Big love mate!

↳ username2 we know george is going to crack and spill the details

username9 POWER COUPLE OF THE CENTURY CONFIRMED

username10 nooo lewis get away from her she’s a bitch

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yourinstagram found my voice again 💘

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username1 OMFG

username2 IM SHAKING AND CRYING

username3 THE QUEEN IS COMING BACK TO END EVERYONE

adele We missed you a lot ✨✨

username4 "found my voice" girl you never lost it, you just got exposed 🙄

username5 comeback era loading... let's see how she explains everything

username6 watch everyone switch up when she drops the album of the year

sza SHE’S BACK 🥹🥹🥹

username7 AHHH MY GIRL I MISSED HER SO BAD

username8 there she goes playing the victim again

username9 FIRST POST IN FIVE MONTHS OH LORD

oliviarodrigo so happy to see you back 🥲 i can’t wait to hear those tunes

username10 ALBUM OF THE CENTURY IS COMING

username11 so this is why she’s been out with lewis hamilton i see

username12 LMFAO i can’t believe sir lewis hamilton played into her pr game

username13 SHES BACK !! SHES HAPPY !! SHES IN LOVE!!!

theweeknd 🖤🖤🖤

username14 THIS IS MONUMENTAL

lewishamilton ♥️

↳ username1 OMFG

↳ username2 IVE DIED AGAIN

↳ username3 THIS IS NOT A DRILL YALL

↳ username4 just fell to my knees at walmart

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f1gossip Lewis got asked about changes in his personal life lately and this was his response:

"You know, I've always believed in keeping certain parts of life private. What I can say is I'm in a really good place right now, both on and off track. Having people around who understand the pressure and support you... that's important. I think my performance comes down to hard work from the entire team. But yeah, having peace in your personal life always helps your mental game. That's all I'll say about that."

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username1 IM YELLING

username2 the way hamilton handled those personal questions... pure class

username3 "people who understand the pressure" HE'S TALKING ABOUT YN 😭

username4 finally someone asked! and he didn't deny it 👀

username5 "peace in your personal life" = YN confirmed

username6 the subtle smile... he's so in love

username7 notice how he dodged confirming but didn't deny? PR team working overtime

username8 his whole face lit up at the mention of her name but he stayed professional... we stan

username9 we need to do something to keep that bitch away from him

username10 I HATE THIS

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yourinstagram our secret moments in crowded rooms 🤍

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username1 OH MY GODDD

username2 LYRICS?? FOR HER SOFT LAUNCH??

bellahadid 🥺🥺🥺

username3 everything she does is calculated. Album promo starting in 3,2,1…

username4 the racing track photo… she really fell for an F1 driver 😭

↳ username1 im more shocked over the fact that she attended f1 races without being spotted

theweeknd much love to both of you ❤️

username5 watch how she'll milk this relationship for album promo

username6 "Secret moments" girl you've been papped everywhere

username7 THE WAY SHE'S SLOWLY LETTING US IN 😭 this is so precious

username8 THE MOST PRECIOUS SOFT LAUCH EVER

username9 this being possible song lyrics has me dying

username10 The fact they kept this private for months… true love exists

username11 convenient how this 'relationship' started right when her reputation was in the gutter. lewis is just her redemption arc 🐍

username12 notice how her "breakdown" magically disappeared once she got with him

nina LOVE YOU BOTH 🤍🤍

charles_leclerc ❤️

username13 using an F1 champion to rebuild her image… she's calculated I'll give her that

username14 THE FACT THAT SHE ATTENDED RACES AND NO ONE NOTICED THO

username15 she really said "how can I make everyone forget about my scandal? oh I know, date lewis hamilton"

zendaya a love so beautiful to see 💕

lewishamilton My shinning star 🤍

↳ username1 PAUSE

↳ username2 SHINNING STAR???? LORD

↳ username4 THIS NICKNAME IS SO CUTE I CANT DO THIS

↳ username5 this man is really in love

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yourinstagram END GAME. out this friday at midnight. this one's different. 🏁🖤

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username1 OH LORD

username2 ITS HAPPENING

username3 THE QUEEN IS COMING FOR BLOOD FINALLY

oliviarodrigro SCREAMING AND CRYING 😭😭😭 IN THE BEST WAY THO

username4 using f1 aesthetics to profit off lewis's fame… how predictable

username5 everything about her "comeback" is calculated around lewis. embarrassing

username6 THIS IS GOING TO BE HUGE

ladygaga Best news to wake up to! Proud of you my girl ❤️

↳ username1 gaga is like her stage mother wbk

gigihadid I'M READY

username7 COMEBACK OF THE CENTURY

username8 people thought she'll be over but shes back and better than ever

username9 THIS WILL FLOP

zayn 🙌🙌🙌

username10 the biggest pop star ever is back after all the mess wow

username11 WE WILL BE STREAMING

georgerussell63 Already pre saved 🤩

username12 NO ONE IS READY FOR THIS COLLAPSE

lewishamilton Proud of you, my shinning star

↳ username1 NOT OVER THAT THIS IS HIS NICKNAME FOR HER

↳ username2 DOWN BAD

↳ username3 he’s so damn supportive this is what she deserves

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lewishamilton Big reputation... 🖤

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username1 ICONIC

username2 LEWIS QUOTING YN'S SONG... THIS IS NOT A DRILL

georgerussell63 Looking sharp 🙌

↳ username1 how many times do you think george has played end game

username3 he's really playing along with this whole thing huh

mercedesamgf1 Looking focused for tomorrow's race 🏁

username4 yn liked this post within 30 seconds 😭

↳ username2 DOWN BAD

username5 the PR team working overtime today

username6 HES SO SUPPORTIVE

username7 im done with this relationship being pushed down our throats

username8 shameful that lewis is playing into the game of cleaning up her image

nina 🤍

username9 AN ICON

username10 REPUTATION ERA

↳ username4 omg what if the album is called reputation

yourinstagram 😍

↳ username1 GIIIIIRL

↳ username2 FIRST SHE COMMENTS ON ONE OF HIS POSTS

↳ username6 same girl

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ynupdates YN opens up about her relationship on the iHeart Radio!

"When everything was spiraling, when I didn't even want to make music anymore... he was there. Not trying to fix me, just understanding. He knows what it's like when the whole world is watching, waiting for you to fail. There's something beautiful about being with someone who gets it, the pressure, the constant scrutiny. We both know what it's like to be at the top and feel completely alone. He made me believe in myself again. Not as an artist, but as a person. That's the difference."

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username1 THE WAY SHE TEARED UP TALKING ABOUT HIM 😭

username2 YN's most candid interview since her comeback

username3 first time she's openly discussed their relationship

username4 still promoting that "saved by love" narrative i see

username5 they understand each other on a level no one else can

username6 THEY’RE SOULMATES

username7 their shared experiences with fame make them perfect for each other

username8 using trauma for promo... classic

username9 when will she stop acting like a victim

username10 they really saved each other and I'm crying 😭

username11 “not trying to fix me, just understanding” IM SOBBING AGAIN

username12 meant for each other

username13 they found each other at the right time

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yourinstagram CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT - track 2. tonight at midnight. 🤍

cover art taken by my personal sandwich maker during the recording of this album

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username1 CRYING

username2 ALBUM CONFIRMED THIS IS NOT A DRILL

arianagrande oh this one's DIFFERENT different

selenagomez Finally happiness looks so good on you sis 🥹

username3 "My castle crumbled overnight. I brought a knife to a gunfight. They took the crown, but it's alright" SHES ADDRESSING THE SCANDAL

↳ username1 what about “all the jokers dressed up as kings, they face to nothing when i look at him” I DIED DEAD

username4 SHES HEALING

username5 is she saying that lewis brought her lunch while she recorded the album I COULD CRY

username6 "he built a fire just to keep me warm" IM DEAD

zendaya this made me cry girl... so proud of you

username7 convenient how she's releasing during race week again

username8 "my baby's fit like a daydream" SHE'S SO REAL FOR THIS

haileybieber this one hits different... love you both sm

username9 "they took the crown but it's alright" girl you got exposed

username10 THIS SONG IS BEAUTIFUL THEY’RE SO IN LOVE

username11 confirmed that lewis was present during the recording of the album I CANT

charles_leclerc Lovely tune ❤️

↳ username1 THE DRIVERS BEING FANBOYS

username12 stop using lewis for promo he actually has a career

username13 this album is going to crush us

lewishamilton It was my pleasure, my shinning star 🤍

↳ username2 every time he comments on her posts i end up crying

↳ username3 LEWIS STOP

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f1updates BREAKING: YN spotted arriving to the Las Vegas paddock for the race tonight!

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username1 OMFG

username2 album announcement coming in 3...2...1...

username3 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

username4 THE BEST WAG EVER

username5 everything is pr. she's using f1 aesthetic for her album

username6 THE WAY SHE'S ACTUALLY TAKING NOTES AND LEARNING ABOUT THE SPORT

username7 she looks so happy and healthy this is all i wanted for her

username8 SUPPORTIVE GF

username9 watch her use this whole weekend for her music video

username10 WATCH LEWIS TAKE THAT PODIUM

username11 she’s going to distract lewis

username12 i’m so happy they’re comfortable enough to show their relationship now

username13 the way lewis keeps explaining things to her... DOWN BAD YOUR HONOR

username14 this is so forced... album promo loading methinks

username15 oscar worthy performance

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lewishamilton P2 in Vegas. Electric night under the lights. Sometimes all you need is the right person in your corner to help you see the stars. Thank you for the support, team. Next stop, finale. 🌟

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username1 KING

username2 "the right person" "see the stars" I'M SCREAMING

mercedesamgf1 Stellar drive tonight 👊

georgerussell63 Great drive mate 💪

↳ username1 i just know george is their biggest shipper

username3 HES TALKING ABOUT YN

username4 down BAD your honor

username5 “see the stars” AND HE ALWAYS CALLS YN HIS SHINNING STAR I CANT

username6 p2 with yn there just feels right

username7 pr team working overtime again

username8 she changed him fr fr

nina Great drive! Proud of you ❤️

username9 HES A SOFTIE

username10 how much do you think her team is paying for this

username11 DONT CALL IT A COMEBACK HE NEVER LEFT

username12 most powerful couple strikes again

username13 he’s scoring podiums and yn is getting #1’s THE IT COUPLE

yourinstagram proud doesn’t even cover it 🤍

↳ username1 SHES HEREEEE

↳ username6 girl what do you even know about racing

↳ username2 OUR WAG

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yourinstagram REPUTATION. My 6th studio album. Out December 13th. Time to reclaim my narrative.

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username1 OMFGGGGG

username2 ITS HAPPENING ITS COMING

sebastianvettel Looking forward to this one 👊

↳ username1 SEB????

ladygaga THERE SHE IS!!! They're not ready

username3 MOTHER IS ENTERING HER NEW ERA WITH AN F1 CHAMPION BY HER SIDE... THE MATERIAL THIS WILL GIVE US

username4 just when she attended a gp... pretends to be shocked

username5 THE WAY SHE'S RECLAIMING EVERYTHING WHILE BEING THE HAPPIEST SHE'S EVER BEEN

carmenmmundt pre saved already 💘💘

↳ username1 ahhh the wags love her

username6 dating lewis and announcing albums... what's next? driving the car?

username7 SHES GOING TO EXPOSE EVERYONE AND IM READY

username8 and here she is, all the circus with hamilton was just to promote this

username9 how many of us thought she wouldn’t release music again and here she is breaking the internet

↳ username2 i’m so PROUD

username10 I SUPPORT WOMAN’S RIGHTS AND WRONGS

troyesivan the queen returns. missed you

username11 watch her play victim again

username12 SO PROUD OF HER

lewishamilton Proud of you, my shinning star. They have no idea what's coming 🖤

↳ username1 SHINNING STAR 😭

↳ username2 the fact that he has heard the album already tho

↳ username3 HOW MANY SONGS DO YOU THINK ARE ABOUT HIM

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yourinstagram a year ago, i thought i'd lost everything. my truth got twisted, my words got weaponized, my story got stolen. i retreated to my studio, thinking i'd hide forever. instead, i found my voice again. and then, somehow, in the midst of the noise, i found peace in the most unexpected place - in the sound of engines, in late night drives, in someone who knew exactly what it meant to live under scrutiny but race forward anyway.

this album is for everyone who's been misunderstood, mislabeled, or misjudged. it's for my team who never left. for the fans who defended me when i couldn't defend myself. for the love that taught me to trust again.

hey had their say. now it's my turn.

REPUTATION. tonight at midnight 🏁

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username1 ITS FUCKING COMING

username2 FINALLY

zendaya You showed them what grace under fire looks like. So proud of you sister ❤️

username3 NOT ME SOBBING AT "FOUND PEACE IN THE SOUND OF ENGINES" HELLO???

lewishamilton They can build their barriers, spread their lies, try to clip your wings - but they forgot one thing: you were born to fly. And I've never seen anyone soar quite like you do. Tonight we celebrate you finding your voice again. Proud doesn't begin to cover it, my shinning star🖤

↳ username1 OH LORD

↳ username2 this is just BEAUTIFUL

↳ username3 IM CRYING AGAIN

↳ yourinstagram ❤️ forever

username4 writing an essay won't make us forget

username5 THE WAY SHE MET HIM WHEN SHE WAS AT HER LOWEST AND NOW THEY'RE THRIVING... this is giving redemption arc your honor

username6 "someone who knew exactly what it meant" SHES SO IN LOVE

selenagomez You turned pain into power. That's my best friend y'all 🤍

username7 playing victim again... groundbreaking 🙄

mercedesamgf1 Ready to for it 🏁

username8 "in the midst of the noise" AND THEN SHE FOUND THE GOAT... literally crying in the club rn

username9 using racing terms doesn't make you a motorsport expert 🙄

username10 THE WAY SHE'S ABOUT TO SERVE THE BIGGEST COMEBACK IN HISTORY

theweeknd They tried to dim your light. Look at you now!

username11 EVERYBODY MOVE THE QUEEN IS COMING

carmenmmundt So excited !

username12 GIVE HER ALL THE GRAMMYS ALREADY

username13 she found love during her darkest time and i think that’s BEAUTIFUL

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gossiphub YN and Lewis Hamilton arrived at her REPUTATION release party at Monte Carlo Bay Hotel!

Details from inside sources:

Lewis helped organize the entire party

The venue is decorated with newspaper headlines transformed into art

Custom cocktails named after album tracks

Lewis's Monaco DJ friend is handling the music

Every guest received a racing jacket with "REPUTATION" in chrome letters

📸: Backgrid / Getty Images

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username1 THE WAY HE KEEPS FIXING HER TRAIN... boyfriend of the year

username2 NOT HIM MATCHING HER ALL BLACK AESTHETIC... they understood the assignment

username3 of course she had to make it about racing 🙄

username4 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER... yeah this man is GONE gone

username5 someone inside said he made a toast calling her "the bravest person I know" BRB CRYING

username6 THIS IS POWER

username7 i’m done with this relationship fr

username8 the pr of it all

username9 george russell, carmen mundt, toto and susie wolff, charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux and bono are there THATS FAMILY

username10 this how how 7 formula 1 wdc and 14 grammys look like

username11 watch her dump him after she’s done with promo

username12 THIS IS WHAG YOU SEE AT THE GATES OF HEAVEN

username13 MOTHER AND FATHER

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lewishamilton Watching you turn pain into power, lies into lyrics, and darkness into light has been the greatest privilege. You showed them what grace under pressure really means. Now the world gets to hear what I've been lucky enough to witness in that studio. So proud of you, my shinning star. This isn't just your comeback - it's your victory lap 🖤

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username1 IM DYING

username2 OH I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL

mercedesamgf1 Power couple 🤍

username3 funny how he only posts her when there's promo 🙄

username4 HE POSTED HER ON MAIN I CANT BELIEVE THIS

carmenmmundt 💘

username5 HE WAS IN THE STUDIO WHEN SHE RECORDED THE ALBUM OML

username6 NOT HIM USING RACING METAPHORS TO SHOW HIS LOVE... they literally share one brain

username7 she really trapped him fr

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[thatonegrimm]

The Manager’s Guide to Demon Boybands: A Witch’s Oath

Sweat, Spells, and Setlists

Chapter1/Chapter 2/Chapter3

The studio smelled like sweat, spell-dampened glamour, and expensive hair product. The air hummed with the intensity of their rehearsal, a friction of energy as the Saja Boys moved in sync, yet just slightly off-kilter, enough to make her feel the tension between the boys and the world that no longer remembered them.

She leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, clipboard balanced on one hip. Her gaze was sharp, catching every movement, every flicker of hesitation in their choreography. She was not impressed.

“Again,” she said, her voice calm but carrying an unspoken weight.

The beat dropped.

The Saja Boys danced with the kind of energy that only demons could summon sharp, powerful, but imperfect. It wasn’t that they were bad dancers. No, they were extraordinary. But the cracks were there, the tiny moments where their power slipped through the glamour that veiled them. Your trained eyes caught it all the hesitation in Jinu’s left foot, Abby’s overpowering rhythm that was too big for the space, the brief flicker of gold behind Mystery’s shadow as he spun too fast, the way Romance flirted with the beat but never quite became part of it.

And then there was Baby—his footwork impeccable, aggressive, like he had something to prove.

They were beautiful. And terrifying. But they were also lost.

Jinu was the easiest to read. He moved with the precision of a soldier, every motion deliberate and controlled, but there was a tension in him. He wasn’t just dancing for the sake of performance. It was like he was fighting for something fighting for survival. There was something about the way he counted the beats in his head, as if trying to stay one step ahead, as if trying to hold everything together without anyone noticing the weight of it all.

You liked him. He reminded you of yourself—always watching, always calculating, always holding things together in silence.

Abby, on the other hand, danced with a kind of grace that shouldn’t belong to someone as large as he was. His chest rose and fell with the rhythm, his gaze connecting with each of the boys in turn, always making sure they were still a team, still in sync, even when the world outside their rehearsals threatened to tear them apart. Abby wasn’t just strong physically; his emotional intelligence was off the charts. He saw everything every crack, every sigh, every unspoken word.

But the truth was, Abby didn’t realize how strong his power was. She had seen it before. She had felt the crackle under his skin when he was angry, when his strength flared out of control. She had seen him almost destroy a room with nothing more than the sheer force of his presence.

Mystery, meanwhile, moved like water fluid, unpredictable, untamed. His body bent the choreography to his will, twisting it into something primal. She thought she caught him glancing at the mirror more than the others—not out of vanity, but confusion. He didn’t seem to recognize himself in the reflection. He didn’t see the demon lurking beneath the surface.

And when the glamour slipped, when his true form shimmered through for just a moment she noticed the flash of the spiral-shaped mark under his collarbone. A demon’s brand. The same kind of mark the boys had been born with, but one that no human was supposed to see.

Romance, as usual, flirted with the mirror, with the choreography, with the beat itself. His every move was a performance—charisma wrapped in flesh, smooth and effortless. He was too good at pretending to be human.

It made you trust him the least.

He noticed everything. His eyes had already clocked her, the way she was watching them more than their footwork. He smiled, a knowing, teasing grin, and she could almost feel him pulling at her, trying to get a reaction. But she held her ground. There was more at play here than the surface, and she wasn’t going to let him distract her from the real danger.

Baby didn’t smile.

His footwork was flawless fast, aggressive, and precise, like a machine. Every move had purpose, every motion calculated for maximum impact. There was no wasted effort, no hesitation. But more than that, there was a stillness about him. The others joked around, laughed between takes, but not Baby. He was all business, his eyes always darting around the room, taking in the smallest details. He was young, yes, but that didn’t mean he was naive.

And that was why you marked him as the most dangerous. Not because of his recklessness, but because of his deliberate control. He was the one who could destroy everything without even trying.

You let them run the dance three more times, making mental notes, tracking their movements, but also watching them closely—watching how their power leaked out when they forgot to hold back, when they let their guard down. You wondered if they knew it was happening. Did they feel it?

Probably not.

That was the problem with glamour. It slipped at the edges.

The boys filed out of the studio sometime after seven, laughing and shoving each other, their hair damp and their clothes wrinkled from hours of rehearsal. They were loud, vibrant, trying to act like normal humans. They joked and teased each other, putting on their best “idol” faces, trying to blend into the world that no longer remembered them.

You handed them their revised schedule and didn’t linger.

“Group photoshoot on Monday,” you said, voice crisp and direct. “Don’t be late.”

Jinu nodded, his gaze lingering on the paper. Abby grinned, stretching his arms above his head. Romance winked at you, the flirtation still lingering in his eyes.

Mystery stared at the fluorescent light like it had insulted him.

Baby didn’t say anything. But he caught your eye for a beat longer than usual, as if something unspoken passed between them.

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Your apartment was small, neat, and filled with protective wards. Silver threads crisscrossed the windows, keeping the world outside from prying too closely. The balcony, barely visible from the street, held dried herbs strung like bunting, a scent of magic and nature filling the air. The tea shelf doubled as a potion rack, every bottle and jar carefully labeled, as though the apartment were a place of secrets rather than just a home.

You dropped your keys in the bowl by the door, unbuttoned your blazer, and crossed to the window out of habit.

Then you paused.

Across the narrow street, in the window of a sleek new apartment building, a light flickered on. Then another.

A shadow passed by—a tall, broad figure, familiar yet distant.

Then another.

Then five.

Your fingers tightened around the mug.

So.

They lived across from you. Not exactly opposite, but close enough that you could see their windows if one leaned out a little, just enough to glimpse movement, silhouettes, outlines against the curtains.

They didn’t know.

Couldn’t see you through the protective charms woven into the glass.

But you could see them.

And for now, that was enough.

You though, had known.

Had known from the moment you saw them that they weren’t just any K-pop group. They weren’t just talented boys with too much charisma. You saw them for what they truly were: survivors. And knew what would happen if the wrong people discovered them.

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At first, the boys had laughed off the idea of needing a manager.

Abby, as always, was the first to speak up: “We’ve got charisma. We don’t need anyone holding our hands.”

But he didn’t see it. He didn’t see the weight of the world on their shoulders, the constant pressure to fit in when they had been erased from human memory. He didn’t see the darkened eyes watching them from the distance, the people who would see them not as idols, but as demons.

Jinu had been the first to get it. He saw the exhaustion in their eyes, the way they floundered in a world that couldn’t remember their past. He saw that they needed something someone to help keep them grounded in a reality that had forgotten them. And he saw that she was more than just a manager. She was their lifeline.

Mystery hadn’t said much about it. But every time she was in the room, his eyes would flick to her, as though searching for answers in the quiet strength she carried. He didn’t understand her completely, but he recognized that she was the one who kept them from unraveling.

Romance, for all his flirtations and playful demeanor, had moments when he looked at her with something softer in his eyes. He never asked for her help, but he always sought her out when the world around them felt too loud, too overwhelming. She was the one who held their group together, the one who kept the chaos at bay, even if she didn’t fully reveal her own secrets.

Baby, however, was the one who noticed her first. Baby, despite his youthful appearance, could sense things the others couldn’t. He noticed how you never looked at him like a child. Didn’t underestimate him the way others did. You saw him, and in doing so, gave him something the others never could: the feeling of being understood.

The prophecy that foretold five flames—five demon lords walking the Earth—had been true. But what it didn’t tell them was that their existence would disrupt everything. They were demons, but they were alive, walking, and hiding in a world that had no place for them. And even though she had kept them safe for now, the prophecy also spoke of her being part of their future, part of their salvation.

She wasn’t just their manager. She was the key to their survival.

Their connection to her went beyond mere circumstance. It was fate. And even though the boys didn’t realize it, they had been marked by destiny. She had been drawn to them, and they to her.

They needed her more than they knew.

Because without her, they were nothing more than lost demons, forgotten by the world they had tried so hard to fit into. And they would soon realize that the world wasn’t going to let them stay hidden for much longer.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Be Mine [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A morning meeting has an unexpected twist. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smutty. Avenger!Loki x Female Reader. Questionable flirting techniques. (w/c 2.8k)

The muscle at the side of Loki’s jaw flexed. He swallowed; an achingly glacial bob of his Adam’s apple making you want to claw your eyes out.

For some inexplicable reason he had opted to wear full leathers to today’s briefing.

It was seven nineteen in the AM. Thor was sporting a muscle vest boasting not one but three stains of varying complexity and a pair of shorts which left little to the imagination. Scott was wearing his dressing gown.

The rest of the team hung off chairs and flopped on the table in various states of undress. Steve stood at the head of the room as usual; prim and fresh in a crisp button-down and perfectly creased chinos.

“So what we’re seeing here,” Steve said, turning to the group from the Powerpoint, “is an up-tick in biological experiments-”

His eyes narrowed while they roamed over the doodling, distracted and hungover band sprawled around the table. “Lang.” he snapped. “Close your legs; there are ladies present.’

Scott shuffled up his seat, drawing the dressing gown down over his knees while mumbling apologies. A low rumble of mirth circled the room, but Loki’s gaze never left the Captain’s.

The curve of his dark lashes swept upward, features set in performative rapture. Loki's facial expression hadn’t changed as the scene unfolded, but for a miniscule twitch of his lip. Usually the two of you would exchange a few eye rolls; a few knowing smiles during a particularly turgid monologue about shoe storage post-mission...but not today. Today he hadn't even looked at you.

Steve sighed. He extended a finger and pushed his retractable pointer down to a stub. Pacing to the table, he dropped his head, laying his palms flat. When he looked up, disappointed-dad energy was thick in his eyes. “Folks, this just won’t do.” he said.

Natasha’s sunglasses slid down her nose. Scott crossed his legs making the swivel chair knock into Wilson and waking him up. The Falcon’s arms flew wide on instinct, whacking Tony in the chest. “Jesus Christmas-” Tony snorted, blinking wildly. “It was a party.” Natasha drawled, pushing the sunglasses back in place with disdain. “Maybe if you’d stayed after the cake you’d have those tight panties of yours in less of a spick, Rogers.”

“That’s Captain Rogers.” he snapped. “We’re on the clock.” “Calm down, Rogers.” Tony said, cresting his fingers. He was remarkably chipper for a man with whipped cream crusted in his hairline. “You’re all sitting on my clock. Remember that.”

Steve flushed scarlet. His eyes narrowed as Tony’s smirk grew.

“All I’m saying is it’s a sorry day when Laufeyson is the star pupil. Look at him!” Steve said, gesturing incredulously at Loki who remained in position; back straight, chin up. But now, one eyebrow arched. “All of you lot in your skivvies and Laufeyson’s in full dress?” Steve shook his head. “I fail to see the humour, Rogers.” Loki said. “Why is it so surprising that I come to our daily summons dressed thus? Certainly I have never presented myself in a tragic towelling monstrosity like Lang here.” “There was that one time with the silk nightie.” Sam whispered to Scott. Scott covered his mouth.

“A silk robe.” Loki snapped.

“Usually you only bring out the Asgardian shit when you’re brown-nosing. Or when you’ve done something shifty.” Natasha said, propping her chin up with a fist. You bet her eyes are closed. Wanda nodded behind her Starbucks.

“Or trying to impress someone,” the witch said. Natasha waved a finger in agreement. “Sexually.” Wanda added.

Loki released a scandalised snort. “How dare you.” he said. Leather creaked against his biceps as he folded his arms.

Beneath the table, your thighs squeezed together. The only thing hotter than Loki in leather, was an indignant Loki in leather. You suddenly became very aware of your quickened breaths making the buttons of your blouse strain. The god’s eyes darted to the side, meeting yours. “What?” he snarled. “Nothing.” you squeaked, swallowing. An awkward silence hung in the room. The scent of stale vodka suddenly seemed very strong. Steve sighed.

“Let’s call it for this morning-” he said, immediately met with muted hisses of celebration around the table. He patted down the air. “Rescheduled for this afternoon. Thirteen-hundred sharp. Wear clothes.” Approval turned to whines and hushed curses as chairs were swivelled and aching bodies shifted. “Unbelievable.” Loki snarled under his breath.

You watched out the corner of your eye as he stood; the flat of his iron stomach inches from your face. The scent of rich leather filled your nostrils while Loki’s fingers nipped beneath the hem of his tunic, tugging it down. He flipped the length of his cape with a sniff. You saw it swirl around his boots briefly as he stepped towards the window, clasping his hands behind his back.

Taking your time, you picked up each piece of carefully laid stationary at your seat. One by one, the rest of the team left the room. Steve was last, his hand hovering on the door handle while he shot you a wary look. As a parting gift, he opened the door wider. “You didn’t stay late?” Loki’s voice was a thick hum in the growing silence. His tone, inscrutable. “Huh?” “At the party.” he said. “You didn’t stay late.”

This time it wasn’t a question. “I usually head off when Thor starts making passes at everyone. I didn’t see you. Were you there?” “He did that?” Loki bristled. “To you?” There was a pause. “To everyone.” you repeated quietly. Loki’s shoulders stiffened. His fingers twitched, thumb digging into one exposed palm behind his back. He was still staring out the window.

“I’ll see you later.” you said, nerves fluttering in your belly. The god’s hair shortened as his chin dipped. You wondered how it would feel to wind those dark strands through your fingers as you rode him. Wondered how the grunts and signs and pretty curses from his lips would sound wet in your ear.

“No.” Loki said. “Excuse me?” “No,” he repeated.

You steadied against the table-top with the pads of your fingertips. Small stars began to burst in your field of vision. “I think the leather looks goo-good,” you stammered. And you didn’t know why.

The thought of him barring the exit of enemies in far flung realms using only that voice barged through the doors of your imagination with the force of a horny caveman. If that was the last sarcastic quip they heard, by god, you imagined they may just have died happy. And hard.

“It looks good.” you repeated, no more than a whisper. Loki turned his head. The sharp profile came into view at a glacial pace. First the peaked tip of his chin, then the slant of his regal nose, then the harsh peak of his cheekbone, then his eyes. Your ass met the table-top with a stumble. There was a small crease between his eyebrows. “Bold of you to make another jest without your compatriots around you, Agent.” he said. Across the short distance between you, venom dripped from his tongue; his hackles raised. “I wasn’t joking,” you said quietly as his gaze fell to your feet with a sneer. The quick breaths that made your buttons strain were back. Loki’s rising stare lingered on your breasts, a small smile tweaking at the corner of his mouth. Words tripped from your lips, forcing their way from behind your teeth. “I like it.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed. He turned fully with a ceremonial flourish, the hands clasped behind his back moving to the front and rippling his leather and silken cloak. It fluttered.

“Is that so?” he purred darkly. He didn’t believe you.

You imagined how this is how a rabbit felt in the eyeline of a fox. To look away was to admit weakness, vulnerability. It meant death. And yet – it was the only chance to escape. But did you want to escape? Not really. You wanted to feel the sharp of his teeth fasten to your neck as he sucked and bit and made violent love to every inch of you.

You nodded, not breaking eye-contact. Loki inhaled sharply, chin tilting up as he did so.

His eyes wandered over grim foam tiles as though an enemy lurked beyond the suspended ceiling. They narrowed, darting back and forth. With a thundering heart, you noted one of his heavy boots rise from the floor. He paced forwards slowly, ceremonially, stopping inches from you. Your fingers curled tight around the table’s edge, the messy in your panties beneath the skirt becoming intolerable. Loki cleared his throat. “Am I to understand, contrary to common rhetoric, that you find my Asgardian leathers enticing; Agent?” “I think ‘enticing’ is a little grandiose, is it not?” you laughed, cringing at the way you so easily mirrored his speech. Loki noticed it too. He tilted his head. “I am nothing if not grandiose, Agent.” Loki said. “Am I not impressive? Am I not imposing?”

He trailed a long finger down your bicep, his touch light as a feather. “So often, you mortals use such words as insult.” he mused.

“It is merely a reflection on your own feelings of inferiority. This morning is a perfect example. An attempt at ridicule to deflect from their own pathetic presentation. Each one more bedraggled and an abject embarrassment to their purpose than the last.” Heat began to rise in your cheeks as his finger drifted along your collarbone. There was a pause, his eyes dropping to your lips before the finger brushed the skin at the hollow of your neck. It graced upwards, tracing the curve and stopping beneath the tip of your chin. “But not you.” he said.

The god’s eyes snapped to yours. His cheekbones hollowed under fluorescent lights, mischief glowing from the depths of his irises and painted in every light wrinkle on his brow.

“What else do you like, Agent?” he goaded softly. “Do you like the idea of what lies beneath these leathers?” You swallowed thickly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Loki-” you said, glancing towards the open door. He followed your eyes, rolling his own. With a flick of his hand the door slammed shut. “I want you,” he breathed, leaning closer so that the heat of his cheek warmed your own, “to tell me what else you like.”

You bit your lip, watching his beautiful face come back into view. With a prang, the thought occurred that perhaps you were not the rabbit after all. Perhaps you were the fox. Loki’s gaze lingered on your face, searching it.

Emboldened, you found the words. “Why should I?”

His brows peaked softly. He released a muted sigh, pursing his lips. “As much as I am loathe to admit it, Romanoff was right.” he said. The hand tilting your chin upwards returned to its mate, clasped against the leather tunic. “I was trying to impress someone, but not that insufferable Rogers.”

He raised his eyebrows.

Excitement blossomed deep in your belly; rising like shaken soda and fizzing around your chest. Loki bit his bottom lip.

“You see, Agent, I like you very much. And I’m afraid that now it has reached the juncture where I must know if you like anything about me...beyond my exquisite taste in battle armour.”

The change in his demeanour was so dramatic that you could only gape. But when it came to Loki, could you expect anything less? Without thinking you reached forward and grasped the belt slung over his chest, pulling him forward.

Loki’s mouth clashed with yours, the heat of his lips giving way to the thrust of his tongue. Your hands slid over his metal epaulettes, tangling in ebony waves that cascaded around his shoulders. He tasted like heaven, the scent of him deep and dangerously delicious in a way you’d never known. A scent a girl could lose herself in forever; gladly.

In seconds your back was flat against the table, its cool wood harsh against the heat of your skin through the blouse. Loki’s ravenous kiss consumed you, licking and dancing inside your mouth like a man possessed. His shallow moans ricocheted between slurps of his lips, wetness coating them.

“Tell me, you infuriating woman,” he panted as a thick forearm landed on the wood beside your head. The metal vambrace clanged against cheap wood. Saliva hung between your mouths as he stared deep into your soul; blue eyes darkening. “Tell me what you like.”

“About you?” you panted. Loki didn’t nod, only lowered his chin.

His nose nudged at your lips, dragging upwards, tongue tracing around the bottom one. He had begun to smile. One of his legs nudged your thighs wider. The god straightened and you felt a thrill run from your scalp to the tips of your dangling toes. He towered above like a monolith, leather tight to his rectangular body. Hair fell around his jaw, perfectly imperfectly wolfish curls flirting against his skin. His cape brushed against your bare calves as he shifted his stance, palms sliding up your thighs and pushing your skirt higher. “Yes; I like the idea of what’s beneath all this,” you whined as you pawed at his leather-clad stomach. It was so hard. Loki smirked, watching beneath half-lidded eyes. “I think about fucking you in the showers after training,” you whispered bashfully as your hips thrust up against your will. Loki raised an eyebrow. “More...” he rumbled. “I think about you all the time. All the awful things I want to do to you, y-you do to me- Loki, uhh-”

His hands crept higher as you spoke, fingers hooking around the hips of your panties. “If I pull these down, darling” he said with an air of reprimand, “will they be wet?” You let out a gasping moan, back arching against the table.

“Excellent.” Loki snickered, pulling the panties down the length of your legs before stepping back between them.

A hand flew to your mouth as you watched one long finger dip between your thighs, running lightly between your folds. He brought it to his lips, sucking gently. His cheekbones hollowed, finger slipping out. He swallowed with a groan of appreciation.

Loki settled himself between your legs, pushing them wider. The height of the table pressed your dripping centre against his crotch. You thought you might explode. His palms slid up your waist, exploring the curves of your body while your legs wrapped around his hips. The god’s cock pressed eagerly against the leather, strong and thick up the centre. His forearms came down at either side of your head, metal wrist-guards clinking.

“I will show you what it is to be mine,” he murmured in your ear.

Loki’s cock settled against your sex, rubbing in perfect gyration. “Oh...god,” you gasped as the weight of his body pressed against your own.

Fingers combed up from the base of his neck, tangling in his hair. The next moment, they grasped around his back, pulling him closer, catching in the folds of his cloak which draped across your bodies. The god grunted filthy praises in your ear as his bound manhood sent electric currents of pleasure deeper than you’d ever known. His searching lips found their way to your neck, your jaw. Every utterance from his throat more disgustingly sensual than the last. Hot leather filled your nostrils, the scent of him strong and intoxicating. Mounting orgasm bubbled in waves, a dream-like trance broken only with whispered groans of pleasure from your throats. Loki Laufeyson was about to make you cum. The thought was unbelievable. And yet, your pussy being tugged and massaged and owned by his leather-bound cock into the throes of heaven knew it to be true. Dry-humped like a teenager in the back of a pick-up.

“Be mine...” Loki mumbled breathlessly, a strangled choke gasping from deep in his chest. He immediately dove for a perishing kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it with a wet suck. He smouldered down.

Against the bright lights, his dark halo shone; tendrils curling against your cheek and brushing with every calculated roll of his hips. Every muscle in your body tensed. Your legs tightened against his hips.

“Be mine,” he echoed. His face was twisted, and you suddenly wondered how close he was to cumming in those beautiful leather pants. “Loki-” you gasped, clutching at his cape. Back arching, the last thing you heard as climax stormed your brain were the matching pants of the god. The last thing you saw were his peaked brows above dilated pupils so deep you could drown in them.

In the afterglow, all you could manage were garbled phrases as your forearm draped over your eyes. “That was...unexpected.” you panted when the god’s weight lifted from your chest. “Perhaps for you.” Loki winked. “It was very carefully calculated on my part,” You watched in dazed disbelief as Loki sank to his knees, leather creaking, and hoisted your hips higher. He lapped at your soaking pussy, muffled moans seeping from his throat as he buried himself in your fresh pleasure. The flat of his tongue licked a thick stripe from the base to your swollen clit, placing a gentle suck on the tip. His eyes flickered up, meeting yours.

“Immaculate, as expected.” he breathed. His chin glistened.

You groaned as he withdrew; grasping at the air as he went. That small caress of him against your sex was everything you could ever have dreamed. Loki let you reluctantly arrange yourself before offering his hand for the short hop off the table. “Not exactly how I imagined our first time,” you said with a sheepish smile. Loki scanned your face.

“Agent don’t be insulting. That was merely a sample,” he scoffed. “It barely counts.” He stepped forward, pulling you flush against him with a flat palm at the base of your spine. “We must ensure you have eaten something before more intimate activities are indulged in; lest you faint. Or worse.” “Or worse?” “You are only mortal, after all.” Loki smiled slyly. “And this,” he gestured to his cock; hard and straining against the leather, “can be rather a handful. As well can his Master.” You slapped him on the shoulder. Loki smirked. Remembering the unexpected schedule change, you frowned. “You think we have time before the meeting later?”

Loki snorted. “We’re not attending. The two of us fulfilled our obligations, unlike the more cretinous members of our party.” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to get me in trouble, I can tell.” Loki’s fingers danced up your back, a light thrust of his hips making your body keen. His dirty exhale flooded your ear, the warm scent of him overloading your senses.

“Oh Agent,” he purred against the skin; his eyes darting covertly to the pair of panties discarded on the floor. “As if you expected anything less.”

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[velvet4510]

I love that Agatha All Along has showed us the real Ralph Bohner, and made him a real character, and did not shy away from showing his PTSD.

Ralph had the worst experience of all of them, being double-controlled by Wanda in the beginning via the Hex and Agatha later on, and the series shows that, thanks to the strong writing and Evan Peters’ absolutely phenomenal performance. He brilliantly conveys what a good guy Ralph is at heart, and how guilty he feels about the twins and Monica and Sparky, and how understandably afraid he is of witches now, and how broken he is now.

The fact that he remembers Billy and Tommy’s names and powers is rather poignant. Most of the public don’t remember them, and Agatha doesn’t even remember Tommy’s name, but he does. I think in a way, he was genuinely fond of them back in Westview, and recognized their innocence in the situation, and now thinks of them as being among the victims of Wanda who he understandably thinks of as the villain.

Also I like that despite his trauma, it doesn’t take too much for Billy to get him talking; it’s clear he’s needed to talk about this for a while and work through it. It also makes the scene tight and succinct and avoids unnecessary padding that would’ve come from him refusing to talk.

I love X-Men Quicksilver deeply, and I do hope we’ll see him again, but come on, let’s stop pretending/hoping that he and Ralph are the same person. Are you really implying that you want our beloved Peter Maximoff to be separated from his dads and his team/family and all alone in another universe, traumatized by two crazy witches including a variant of his sister?? I would NEVER wish that on Peter. He’s fine! He’s back in his world, well and happy.

[autisticlalna]

how to watch Skyblock Kingdoms!

because i'm dragging all of you down with me.

what is Skyblock Kingdoms?:

Skyblock Kingdoms, or SBK, is a Skyblock survival server made by VikingPilot where 18 20 players are split into groups of 2 and have their own island to take care of. each island has a unique wood type, and have a monopoly over that wood type! trade between kingdoms is allowed and encouraged, but any saplings belong solely to their original island-- with the exception of oak, which is a freebie anyone can have.

the teams are theoretically a mix of seasoned skyblockers and people not as familiar with it, but in practice there's more novices than experts so comedy has quickly ensued.

what's the story?:

in most cases, SBK is more of a casual improv vibe. think Hermitcraft rather than Empires. what this means is that there's no overarching story everyone is following, but some players have bits they've decided to commit to that, in typical MCYT fashion, are spiraling. some perspectives stay away from the action, some are playing along with whatever bit is tossed their way, some have their stories to tell, and Avid is the reason i'm having to rewrite this paragraph.

we've got capitalists! we've got OSHA! we've got witches feeding the void to try and appease it so it stops eating their bridges! we've got signs of the timeline falling apart! we've got a fortune-telling wizard! we've got something trapped deep down in limbo! we've got somebody cursed to be a monkey by british sun tzu! we've got selling your soul for a weekly lootbox! we've got a kingdom being overtaken by snow and sculk! we've got an airline with a 75% mortality rate! we've got a lawyer?

as of this version of the post (Avid's episode 17, Marma1ade's episode 15, Viking's episode 13, Vintage's episode 13), the first major story arc has wrapped up and things are going in a very interesting direction.

what's the format?:

there are edited videos being released regularly on Youtube by most of the creators, but a couple of POVs are stream-only so far. however, you can easily keep up with the server shenanigans without watching any streams-- there's some stuff that doesn't make it into videos, but not anything that would leave you locked out of the loop.

you can find all of the episodes out so far in release order in this one massive playlist by Doovid! thank you Doovid <3

on top of videos and streams, SBK has songs written and performed by Avid for his episodes! please listen to Through the Void, it's really good. there's also an animation for it that's used as his intro, which is also really good. if you want to listen to cool tunes made for SBK by one of the creators, you should watch Avid.

who to watch?:

depends on what you're looking for!

if you want a focus on building, then Fixxitt and KingElffe are both working on large-scale projects that are downright stunning to see in Skyblock. if you're interested in the Void storyline, then your best bets are Avid, Marmalade, and Trog-- and if you want lore in general, you can add Rubyco, Vintage, Milkman, and Anathra (and potentially Viking) to the list. if you want something chill, then Doovid, M1G, Kale, Anathra, and Leon are pretty laid-back. if you enjoy cinematic editing, then you should check out Avid, Trog, Doovid, Leon, and Viking. if you're here for comedy, then you'll want to check out Viking, Doovid, Milkman, Leon, CodeNeon, and Kittrix, but honestly everybody gets in on that one as they mess with each other constantly. and that's still not covering everybody!

i recommend watching everyone's episode 1 to get a feel for their style and go from there. Anathra, Artemis, Neon, and Leon's perspectives start around the Ender Dragon fight, and Fool and Tea are stream-only.

who's on the server?:

as mentioned, some of these POVs are stream-only!

Dark Oak (VikingPilot + Fixxitt 412) - industry on a massive scale Cherry (Rubyco + vintage_applesauce) - friends with everyone Jungle (AvidMC + Doovid) - the universe has it out for them. Birch (TheFoolsFam + SadMilkman) - the villain is always capitalism Bamboo (M1G + KaleHameron) - space samurai shenanigans Mangrove (Marma1ade + Teaish7) - witches with a void problem Acacia (Dr. Trog + Kittrix) - triangle-loving chaos-causers Spruce (AcornBandit + Anathra) - very chill (both definitions.) End (CodeNeon + LeonSBU) - have been here the whole time! Mushroom (KingElffe + Artemis8bit) -

tl;dr Watch Skyblock Kingdoms.

[tteokshifts]

So... do you want to know more about that charismatic goth singer?

Persephone, the emerging artist !

British singer, songwriter and dancer Claire Jonesy, currently known by her stage name "Persephone and The Vampires," rose to prominence and gained artistic recognition when she became popular on apps like TikTok and Instagram for her unique performances and dark, danceable gothic sounds. Persephone has a graceful, fun and, properly, gothic way of expressing songs like "Sick of Love," "Blood Moon" and "Wax Castle"; it was through dancing that she won over her audience even more. Currently, her sound spans genres such as Death Rock, Post-punk, Dark and New Wave, which is similar to the sound of the same in the 80s/90s — her biggest inspirations, in fact, are Siouxsie and The Banshees, The Cure, Bauhaus, Christian Death and Malice Mizer.

Persephone is very perfectionist and serious about her performances. She wears stage costumes that match each of her eras: In her first album, "Your Fallen Angel", she started wearing angel costumes, with eyes and a halo, but, until the end of the shows of this era, she wore fallen angel costumes, with black feathers and a darker look, marking the transformation and change, the main theme of this album. The same happened with the "A(r)mor" era: the beginning marked by her wearing closed knight's armor, but at the end ending with a white dress with only a few pieces of armor, representing freedom.

Her way of expressing herself is hypnotizing, as is her vampire smile — Persephone has naturally long canines, just like a vampire's; which made her fans start calling her "Mother Vamp" and, consequently, creating "Little Vamps" as the name of the fandom. Because of this, people started comparing her to a vampire, or even a witch, due to her intriguing and beautiful nature.

Off stage, Persephone is very charismatic and close to her fans; it is common to see her interacting directly with them on the streets of London. Persephone also shares photos with them and fanarts made by them on the Internet; according to her, her fans are like her friends and family: she loves to be close to them as much as possible.

In addition to her fans, her band is also her family. Persephone is a solo singer, but she always emphasizes the importance and talent of her band, which is made up of five incredible members. She says, whenever possible, that she does not work alone and that they are a team. The band is also much talked about on the Internet for participating in her performances and having a chemistry (on stage? real?) with the singer. It is notoriously common to see her interacting with the members on stage, making them smile and highlighting their talents.

Persephone's fashion sense also draws a lot of attention; she mixes plaid, lace, berets, gloves, colorful colors with the traditional gothic black; the singer is inspired by brands like "Vivienne Westwood" and "Moschino," and never appears badly dressed, whether at events or not, being constantly praised on the internet for this.

Persephone is also a very versatile singer, capable of winning over many celebrities, whether they are in the rock world or not. Persephone has feats with Aurora and Chappell Roan, and some collaborations with Hozier. These are just a few partnerships mentioned.

She is also present in film and series soundtracks: "My Dark Side," from her second album, is present in the soundtrack of the new film "Nosferatu," while the song "Frankenstein" was written by her only for the film "Lisa Frankenstein." In addition, it is quite common to hear "Sick of Love" playing in some current Netflix series.

Persephone (and her vampires) is working on the next album of her career for the end of 2025, where all that is known so far is that it will be themed around "Alice in Wonderland" — spoiler said by herself.

hehe thanks @shifterin for the post suggestion :) i was inspired by your wonderful intros! <333

[bluemantics]

JULANCE DAY 14: POTENTIAL

Everything happens so quickly after Naxzaela.

Without any serious interrogation efforts, Lotor is accepted onto team Voltron. He pretends to be gracious and generous, but Lance can recognize his sleazy character from a million miles away. Having a good read on people is something he prides himself on, and he knows in his heart of hearts that this Lotor guy? Total bad luck.

When he tries to voice as much to Allura, he’s shut down, hard.

“Can’t we allow people to grow, to change?” she tells him, grabbing at his shoulder armor. It silences Lance quickly, and he can’t find the energy to fight it any further. Well, at least she learned something from the whole Galra Keith incident. Sucks that it extended to Lotor, though Lance supposes that might be an over correction.

His blood practically vibrates with his unvoiced opinions. Still, he shuts his damn mouth, sidelined even further as he watches their princess schmooze with the greasy purple prince. Lance really thought they had something going, a solid friendship. Now, it feels as if his only companion is Coran. And the older Altean has been somewhat subdued in wake of being freed from the Voltron Show parasite.

So, Lance is often alone. Especially in disagreements.

Another thing: Zarkon is dead. It should feel incredible, like a great victory and an end to the devastation. In his place, though, there are thousands of others desperate to replace him, including the witch Haggar. Take out one hydra head, fifty more ugly purple ones spring from its neck.

Lotor announces that a coronation is to occur, and that he must go. Lance, Hunk, and Pidge express concerns, but Lance is aware that he’s the loudest. He raises his voice a little as he tells Lotor the dangers, skirting on his mistrust. It’s impossible to miss the cold gleam in his eyes as he sneers down his nose at the red paladin. However, it’s Shiro who speaks up.

“I told you to stay out of this!”

Once again, Lance feels a heavy castle door slam down right in front of him, essentially forcing the matter. Bitterness creeps up like a familiar, ugly taste in his mouth. The potential energy in his limbs continues to grow and press against his body, begging to be let free. Lance refuses to let it out. He’s been able to tamp his emotions this far, and he won’t fold now. With his head held high, he carries on.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t work for much longer. It’s Pidge’s voice who snarks in his head when it all goes to shit: then, after the buildup of pressure, it all goes ‘kablooey.’ Granted, she’d been describing a gaseous container, but same difference.

Allura and Lance are at the training deck, tag-teaming a few bots. Lance stays behind her, aiming sharp bullets from his shiny red rifle while she takes out kneecaps and elbows. It’s the first alone time they’ve had together in weeks. He’s clumsier than normal, frustrated by his poor performance, his distance from his team, Shiro’s harsh tone. The emotions of the recent days are catching up to him, tearing apart his normally collected facade. Allura notices his missteps and shoots him a concerned look out of the side of her eye.

Lance snaps. He charges the bots, bringing his rifle over his head and letting the charge pulse out of his chest and into his arms, through his fingertips. A burst of red light sears his vision. He cuts through two bots like putty.

Cuts?

“End simulation!” Allura yells, and Lance barely pays attention to the training bots as they sink to their clanking knees. No, his gaze is fixed on his hands, awed at the bright red sword resting in them. It’s tall, with razor sharp edges and a sturdy pommel that fits perfectly in his grip.

“I haven't seen that for ten thousand years,” Allura reverently says, her hand reaching over to gently skirt over the blade. “It's an Altean broadsword - my father used one just like it." Lately, she’s gotten worse at hiding her feelings. Her memories and despair are plain on her face.

“Is having three bayard forms… normal?” Lance questions, nervous.

“I don’t believe anything about Voltron has normal limits,” Allura admits. She withdraws her hand suddenly from the sword and curls it into a gentle fist. “Coran might be able to show you the basic forms, but I’m afraid I never trained intensively with the sword. It’s a shame Keith isn’t here.”

Lance has to laugh at that, even if the sound of it comes out falsely. “Yeah. It is.”

He deactivates his bayard and resolves to tell no one. The princess is too occupied to spread the word, and he doesn’t need this additional reminder of Keith’s absence. Red rumbles in his mind, reminding him through vague pulses that she will be furious if he does not act, let out the anger and the stress in any manner. She hisses that he cannot accept himself if he doesn’t take ownership of this sword and what it means.

But Lance isn’t used to jumping heart-first, anymore. He hasn’t operated that way for a while.

That doesn’t work for me, Red, he explains mentally.

Another pulse shoots back that it could, if he’d just let it out. Released the pressure. There are great heights he can soar to, if he takes advantage of the passion that cries to be expressed. Images slide through his mind and quicken his heart. Keith, angry and loud, holding his fury like fire in his hands and forming a sword with it. Keith, teeth bared and hands high, channeling passion into every strike. Keith is everywhere and his feelings are everywhere and his happiness and his rage and his agony and they all explode out into firelight—

“I’m not him!” Lance shoves up a mind wall to stop Red from continuing her barrage. He pinches his nose, an ache developing behind his forehead. It takes a few beats to slow his breathing and relax all the tense muscles that sprang to action with the visions.

“I’m not him.”

The red bayard in his hand taunts him all the same.

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

Only for you

Emo!Wanda Maximoff x FemReader

Word count: 4.2k

Summary: Just the above, but I also added some reader backstory

Warning: Reader backstory including: physical pain, arguing, bullying, mental instability, manipulation, R being held against her will Present time storyline: mutual pining, Unestablished lesbian relationship, slight teasing by the team, jealousy, posessiveness, love confessions, fluff, Happy!Ending <3

Joining the Avengers was a challenge. It wasn’t the constant work outs and strict diet to keep you healthy and strong, it wasn’t even the danger or the threats to your life, even the annoying attempts of the media to follow you and snap pictures of you didn’t bother you that much. They all got buried by the government before they saw the light of day anyway. It was the people. Not that you weren’t grateful to them. They had saved your life after all. Gave you a purpose in life. But… The Avengers were a tough group to get to know and even tougher to live with sometimes. Of course, some preferred having their own homes, like Clint and his family, or the notorious Captain Marvel, that didn’t even live on Earth, and just as expected, those that did live in the tower had their own floors, rooms, offices, so you didn’t even meet them that much, but that just made it even harder to really connect. That’s why Steve insisted on team building activities, training together, even attending Tony’s stupid parties, all in the name of bonding. The man meant well and he really had a big heart, but he just couldn’t see that some of the Avengers had very little in common.

The thing is… You were born a witch. Not from a powerful clan, or with deeply rooted ancestry, and you probably would have stayed that way, had you not made a terrible mistake. Truly, you were just angry at the time. Barely a teenager, who thought she had all the answers. You were arguing with your mother about something, not that you could even remember what for. It was probably so stupid. But you both lost your temper, screaming at each other, until she had sent you to your room. She thought she was de-escalating the situation, giving you both time to calm down. What she didn’t know is that you had been through her collection of spell books and brought them all to your room. So when you slammed the door behind you, stupidly, unthinkingly, you grabbed the books. You weren’t sure what kind of spell you were hoping to find. Just something to make all the emotions inside you stop raging. But you found an absorption spell instead. In your head, you thought that if you just learned this spell and then performed it, you’ll search through the books much faster and then you’d able to do… What? God, you had no idea. Thinking back now, that was such a ridiculous thing to do. But you learned the spell, grabbed the candles you had in your drawer, surrounded yourself with all the books you had taken and just started the chant, hands touching the pages of the books and starting to feel their content seeping into your skin. It stung! That’s what you remember most. The feeling of that black ink seeping into your skin, as if splitting it open to make its way inside, clawing its way in your veins. It hurt so bad, but it wouldn’t stop. You had said the words, and now the spell was doing its work, emptying the pages of the books around you. You tried to pull your hands away, struggled to get it to stop, but it wouldn’t. Every painful second felt like hours. The panic inside you was rising, watching the inky blotches making their way up your arms, crawling like black maggots under your skin, up your shoulders and neck… You were so scared, heart pumping wildly in your chest as you watched it happen, begging for it to finally stop.

But with the end of the spell, you found yourself facing a greater torment. You had taken too much, too fast for your brain to fully comprehend. All the words swirled in your head like a hurricane, making it impossible to distinguish your own thoughts. You tried to calm down, tried to put those racing thoughts in order, trying to meditate, just like your mother had thought you, but it was useless. It wouldn’t stop. In the end, it was your screams that attracted your mother to your room, panicked and scared, just as you were, trying to get you to tell her what you had done, but you couldn’t even put a sentence in order. Your brain was so scrambled, growing more incoherent by the second. Maybe that’s when you passed out? You couldn’t tell. You had very little recollections from that time. The next days were a blur. You don’t remember much. Just your room. Your mother told you that you were consumed by madness. Spewing lines from spells, incoherent and jumbled together. But sometimes you would get one right. She’d had to confine you to your room and bind you with runes, so you wouldn’t start casting without even knowing it. She told you it took you two weeks, before you started to come back to yourself. It was a miracle you even managed it. Some witches never recovered from such a thing. By the time you came back to your school, there were so many rumours about you, people whispering behind your back. You were changed. Thinner, more withdrawn, trying to keep to yourself. But kids were cruel and curious. They teased you, tried to get you to admit why you were missing from school all this time, attacking you, when you tried to ignore them. You should have known it was inevitable that you snapped and did something you’d regret.

It was just before summer break, you thought you had gotten through the worst of it, that you had your emotions under control, practicing every day, just so you could keep all the magic from spilling out. Many people didn’t know, but grimoires weren’t just books full of spells. Each spell, written within the pages was also a tiny bit of magic, leaving its imprint and taking root. You hadn’t just absorbed the knowledge, but the magic too. It was more than you’d ever felt, more than you knew how to control, so you practiced relentlessly. But when pushed, it bubbled to the surface. Fucking Madeleine Dupont, daughter of the Patric Dupont – owner of the biggest, most profitable manufacturing business in town, was obnoxious, spoiled, annoying and with a mean streak wider than her daddy’s newly acquired 23 acres of land for their grand mansion. The girl loved to pick on everyone, but recently, she had set her sights on you and in that fateful day, she and her friends cornered you into an empty classroom, taking drugs out of their pockets and trying to get you to take them. When “gentle” persuasion failed, one of them grabbed you, holding you by the hair and trying to force your face onto a desk, where they had spilled some powder. You didn’t even know what it is. But they started to overpower you, and the tears spilling down your cheeks as you tried to tell them that you didn’t want this, that you needed them to stop, only added to their exhilaration.

They eventually pinned you down, laughing menacingly as they tried to get you to breathe it in and you lost control, pushing them back with your magic, a wave of energy blasting through the whole room, making desks and chairs fly to the ground, just like the girls had done. You tried to reign yourself in, to stop the emotions from taking over, but you were mumbling spells already. You remember just a blast. You remember waking up in a cell, body strapped to a small hospital bed, being pumped full of something. And the woman. She was your “handler” and on most days, the only person you saw or spoke with. She told you what happened. You’d killed those girls. Part of the building collapsed because of what you had done and the rubble crushed them. You must have protected yourself on instinct. Survived it somehow. They were giving you medication, making sure you heal properly. And then your training could begin. They were HYDRA. And they had a special interest in people like you. They made it clear that they weren’t just your supposed saviours, but also your captors. They weren’t going to just let you leave their facility. Instead, they aimed to train you. You were one of the lucky ones. You learned that after you were rescued from that HYDRA base. They never tortured you physically. Instead, they decided that they could break your mind, already weakened by what you’d done to yourself. They aimed to convert you. Half your training was spells and magic, endurance, strength… The other part… That was indoctrination. And they used everything they knew about you just to do it. When you refused to say the right things, they withheld food, when you refused to train, they withheld water… When that didn’t work, they would use threats. Your mother. They weren’t above hurting her to make you behave. They weren’t above killing her, if you didn’t do what you’re told.

You often held out hope that she was looking for you. That she’d find you and save you. But she didn’t have half as much power as you did. And you couldn’t escape them. What luck would she have? Eventually, your only hope of escape was to save yourself and after a few failed attempts, you formed a plan. You did as you were told, said what they needed to hear and you trained. You trained every waking moment, making sure your body and mind would be strong enough to take on all the magic you invited into yourself. That absorption spell? You used it more often, although, you limited the amount of information this time. It always hurt, the headaches after each use were monstrous. But it was all worth it. You were going to get yourself out of there one day. Even if you had to take down the whole base to do it. But it was the Avengers who took it down and helped you out of there. They reunited you with your mother, your family, and after some time, they also offered you a job. A calling. To help people. Those who weren’t as fortunate as you. Those in need. And you said yes. That’s how you ended up in the Avengers tower. Despite the people, it was a lonely place. Few understood what you had been though, fewer still cared for what it had done to you. But you couldn’t blame them. They all had their own lives, their own problems to deal with, their own personal pain to wallow in. Natasha understood. She knew what being a prisoner was like, what it felt like to be forced to do things just to survive. Steve empathised. His big heart and his puppy dog eyes were unbelievably charming and he won you over easily. Clint brought normalcy to everyone’s lives. But most of the others were hard to relate to. Tony meant well, but he had a big mouth and he loved putting his foot in it. Bruce was always in his lab. Vision was kind, but he was also marked by the characteristics of his origin and hard to make a connection with. Thor… Where do you even start with Thor? But there was also Wanda.

She had joined before you, her story similar to yours, yet so different, marked by loss and heartache. She was a kindred spirit and easily a friend. She was a little older than you, her eyeliner thick, her black nail polish often chipped, her hair in a tight ponytail as she walked around the compound and she always smiled when she saw you. As the months passed, the two of you were inseparable, spending every waking moment together. You were one of the two people who wasn’t scared that she’d read your mind, who trusted her good intentions and good heart completely. The other was Vision. They had a bond, an understanding that you didn’t know how to share in. But you were happy that she had him in her corner, because the other Avengers always looked at her suspiciously, or avoided her and you never knew why. Wanda was a sweetheart. Her favorite way to watch sitcoms was with her cuddled up into your side, your fingers playing with her silky hair, that she always let down, when it was just the two of you in the room. And sure, she was a little emo, but you found that adorable. Her smile would only widen, when you’d use one of your many pet names for her and she would blush, when you complimented her cooking. And you used those all the time, because, the thing is, you were in love with her. You were desperately in love with Wanda Maximoff and you were ready to do just about anything to have her smile at you or shower you with her affection. Something she did practically all the time anyway. If the woman wasn’t also fiercely protective and an extremely powerful witch, you’d say she’s a puppy. But none of the others ever agreed, when you said so. They would cower, when she stepped into the room, avoid her eyes, when they needed to speak to her, they would step out of training rooms, when she walked in. You found it baffling. And somehow the treatment extended to you as well. The closer you got to her, the more they kept their distance.

Gone were the days when they would tease you playfully, when they would give you pointers on your techniques, when they would approach you for small gatherings that didn’t involve the whole team and you never knew why. Until today. You walked in the common room, only to find most of the team already there and you greeted them, before you made your way to the adjacent kitchen, listening to their banter as you made breakfast for yourself and Wanda. It was the dynamic you were used to and you were ready to join them, holding the bowls of food in your hands, when you noticed that the noise suddenly died down, replaced by tense silence. “Wanda.” Natasha greeted with a nod. “Natasha.” The younger woman acknowledged, stepping further into the room and scanning it for something. Not that she ever told them what she needs. She looked pissed. Her aura was dark and almost menacing, her shoulders squared, like she was ready for a fight, making everyone on edge and you couldn’t figure out why. “Hi, sweetheart!” You decide to finally greet her, showing yourself from behind the wall you had been standing, while you observed all this. “Sweetheart?” Tony lifted an eyebrow, an amused smile creeping up his lips. Wanda only threw him a glare, but she accepted your hug happily, taking you into her arms and when you pulled away, she only let you turn into her hold, facing the group, while her hands stayed firmly around you. “Let’s go have breakfast in my room.” She suggested in your ear, ready to practically drag you out of there. “Why not join all of us for breakfast?” Steve raised his voice, gesturing to the big table he was already sitting at. “That’d be nice.” You nodded, before Wanda had any chance to refuse. “Come on, Wands, I already fixed you a bowl.” You told her. “Yes, Wands, we haven’t seen you in ages.” Tony agrees, emphasising the nickname you had used.

Feeling like she didn’t have much of a choice, Wanda agreed, sitting next to you and pulling your chair practically into her side, so she’d have you as close to her as she could, while she ate quietly. But the team felt like they had stumbled onto something. They had felt the shift in mood within her, as soon as she saw you and they weren’t going to let it go so easily. At first they tried their playful banter on her, asking her about her day, about her interests, about her training, just anything to see a reaction, but none actually came. It was only when you spoke that she would light up. She would smile, when she listened to you, when she forgot that it wasn’t just the two of you in the room. But it was the little blush that showed on her cheeks, when you called her “darling” that first sparked an idea within them. “Hey, Y/N, I hear you tried your hand against Cap here.” Bucky stared off, attracting your attention. “Tried being the key word. Hand to hand I don’t stand a chance, but with a little magic…” You trailed off, shrugging. “Who knows…” “Yeah?” His smile widens. “Well, if you’re looking for a challenge, join me for a spar this afternoon.” He invited. “She’s training with me this afternoon.” Wanda practically growled, looking up from her bowl for just a second, to stare down Bucky. Her glare was murderous. “That’s too bad, I was hoping for a little magic.” The man said, obviously bating Wanda. “Then perhaps you should train with me. I have magic.” Wanda snarled, summoning a ball of energy between her fingers for a moment, just to get her point across and luckily, the man was smart enough to back off. “Well, if you’re busy training, perhaps I can finally take dear Y/N to get a proper costume. The two of you can’t keep borrowing my leather jackets and pretend that it’s a real suit.” Natasha interjected. “What do you say dear?” She asked, her voice dropping an octave. “I already have some ideas in mind. You can try them on for me.” She suggested, noting the way Wanda’s knuckles turned white around her spoon. “And I’m sure Tony can make some improvements.” “Oh yeah.” The man chimed in, happy to take his own turn teasing Wanda. “I’ll have to get your measurements of course. To make sure it fits perfectly.” He says casually, but the idea of it makes Wanda’s blood boil. “She’s busy today.” Wanda retorts, before you even get a chance to open your mouth and you find yourself surprised to see her so tense. “Tomorrow perhaps.” Tony shrugs, taking on Wanda’s glare. “I’ll make time for her.” He adds. “She’s mine.” Wanda snaps, raising from her seat and balling her fists. “What was that?” Tony pretends not to hear her, smirking at the pissed off witch. “I said, she’s mine.” Wanda grits out, turning to you, ready to drag you out of the room.

It’s then that she realizes what she had said. That you were right there next to her, looking at her with a mixture of disbelief and hopefulness. The thing is, Wanda was desperately in love with you too. She was also, as the team quickly started to realize, extremely possessive, and she wasn’t going to watch every man and woman in the room flirt with you. The only problem was that she hadn’t told you all that. Scared to ruin your friendship and loose you for good, she opted for hiding her feelings, which only intensified her jealousy. She hadn’t staked her claim on you and it made her scared that someone else might. So every time you weren’t with her, she’d be on edge, lurking in corners, sending people glares whenever they spoke to you, hoping to keep them away until she could finally tell you how she felt. Such behaviour had earned her a reputation in the Tower as grumpy, and since everyone knew how dangerous she could be, they tried to stay away. Now, however, cornered and taken by surprise, she had let it slip. And you were right next to her, so it was impossible that you didn’t hear her earlier words. “Y/N…” She stutters, taken aback. “I didn’t mean… I…” She stumbled over her words. And the audience didn’t help in the slightest. She felt crowded. Tony’s smug smirk seemed to taunt her, Bucky and Steave sharing a knowing giggle between them, Natasha, who somehow looked unphased and simply amused at the whole scene, it was all overwhelming. And then, there was you. Shocked at what you’d heard and looking at her in disbelief. God, she needed to get out of there… Before she had a chance to say much else, before she could think it all through, she stormed out. She didn’t even know how she ended up in the hallway, her legs carrying her on their own, when she heard your voice. “Wanda!” You were calling out her name, jogging slightly to catch up to her. “Wanda, please wait!” You called out again, seemingly not for the first time. “Please, we should talk about this.” You said, watching her stop, so she could wait for you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N…” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I had to get out of there.” She tried to say, her voice shaking a little with all the emotions that were raging inside her. “It’s ok. I understand.” You nodded, taking her hand, so you could help her feel more grounded.

The small touch between you, just the feeling of your hand in hers felt electrifying and she easily took the other one as well, pulling you close, until she could have you in her arms, securing you in a tight embrace and making you look up at her. “You don’t understand.” She said, hands shaking. “I’m so in love with you. I have been for months now. And I was so scared to tell you, so scared of loosing you, that I just…” She paused, struggling to find the right words. “And the way they were talking to you, the way they all looked at you… I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you. I want you to be mine. I want you all to myself. I want to fall asleep next to you and wake up with you in my arms, I want to spend every day showing you that I love you. I want… You!” She confessed, her arms tightening around you, as if you’d escape her grasp somehow. “Oh, Wanda…” You whispered, a gentle smile farming on your lips as you watched her eyes sparkle. “I’ve been in love with you too. And I didn’t know how to tell you…” You said, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. The moment felt heavy, thick with emotions as you both stood frozen in time, eyes glued to the other, when suddenly a voice, startled you both. “Maximoff, kiss the girl already!” Tony said smugly, followed by cheers from the people around him. Were they watching you on the hallway cameras this whole time? Not that you had time to think about that, when Wanda was leaning closer, her eyes flashing red, before she shortened the distance between you both, until she was only a breath away. Her features were so different now, she was smiling as she held you, biting her lips, eyes full of adoration and longing.

When she finally placed her lips on yours, a gentle caress at first, it felt like you were in heaven. You had wished for this moment for so long, imagined it every night, before you fell asleep, dreamt of it and longed for it and it was finally happening and you just couldn’t get enough. When she felt your eager lips on hers, Wanda didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, tongue darting out, asking for permission to taste you further and mingling with yours, once you allowed her access. It was only when she pushed you against the nearest wall, trapping your body with hers, that you finally paused. “We’re giving everyone a show.” You reminded her, head pointing to the camera in the corner. “Never.” Wanda smirked, her magic flashing once more, to show you that she had disabled the feed, before you even kissed. “Only I’m allowed to see you like this. I would never share you with anyone else.” She said with a note of possessiveness that you were growing to love, the more you saw it. She kissed you again. And then again, greedy hands squeezing your hips. She could never get enough of you. She felt drunk on you and only reluctantly pulled away when you both needed to breathe. “We should get back.” You said reluctantly. “Let’s go to my room instead. We’ll take it slow. We don’t have to do anything. I just want you all to myself.” She suggested. “I don’t want to share you.” “Wait… Is that why everyone thinks you’re so grumpy?” You suddenly realized, remembering countless times, when Wanda has wanted your undivided attention, skipping events and avoiding people. She didn’t say anything, but at this point you didn’t need her to. “We should show them how wrong they are. You’re amazing and warm and loving and sweet and I want everyone to know that.” You told her honestly. “But we’ll go to my room after?” She held you firmly, refusing to let you go just yet. “Yes, we’ll go to your room after.” You nodded happily. “I’ll even let you pick what we’re watching.” You added teasingly. Wanda smiled, pulling away just enough to let you straighten yourself and she held your hand, letting you guide her back to the common room, watching your hips sway seductively. It was sweet, she thought, that you believed she’d be wasting her time with sitcoms, when she could finally have you the way she’s wanted you for so long… _______________________________________________________ Hi, dear anon. I hope that you are happy with the story you got for your request! <3

[lostintransist]

It Was Almost Love

CW: Dead Dove: Gran dies, reader dies, Simon dies. Death is the breath of this fic.

You would die today. Something in the air tickled at the sense of otherness that had always kept you safe on every other mission.

Your Memaw had been something of a witch and all her children and their children had a touch of what she called the ‘old world’ in them. You had always trusted that sense, but you trusted Memaw’s more.

You had been six when your mother died in a car accident. Memaw had taken your hand at the wake. None of your aunts or uncles would take you, Memaw would shame them for their cowardice in the years to come. She would often complain as she creaked from standing to sitting that she was ‘too damn old for this child rearin’ nonsense’. She loved you fiercely and it showed in every homemade school lunch and her attendance at every performance. You grew up treasured and bathed in love.

Memaw had to have been nearing her nineties when she finally sat you down and explained she would be leaving soon. You had been sixteen.

“Now chile, I not long for this world. Your pappy has been calling me something fierce these past few years. I can only tell that man off so many times before he is going to come to drag me home by my ankles.”

You were sitting at the table that had been old when your mother had been young. The cheery daisies below the plastic sheet offered no explanation as you stared at them.

“Why are you leaving me Memaw?” You couldn’t keep the shake from your voice.

She had been talking about going ‘home’ for as long as you could remember, but never like this. Never before had it been fact instead of a desire.

Her knobby hands reached out, the age spots drawing your attention from the table.

“I am old, and frankly I have earned my rest. Everything is settled in my will, it sits in the family bible. I have left something for each of you, but you most of all. You tell your uncle James that if he contests I have a provision that he gets nothing. Despite my best efforts, he turned out just like my father.” She shook her head, wedding ring digging into your hand. You didn’t dare let go.

“One last thing chile.” She looked at you now, the years hiding her beauty behind gravity, “You will die in the desert, with the forests above you. When your time comes I will come for you; your mother and I both will lead you home.”

You didn’t think about it much. She had been gone the next morning, passed in her sleep the doctor said. The family descended, locust to the famine her death had caused. Again no one wanted to take you, nearly an adult they said. We’ll keep the house till you graduate. They didn’t. You got Memaws and Pappy’s wedding bands; they sat next to your dog tags. All the years of love boiled down to two gold bands and a surname.

You were shuffled from house to house until by a stroke of luck you stumbled into a recruiter's office to wait out a storm that passed overhead. You had just turned seventeen and could, with some sloppy handwriting, get in a little early. By the time anyone got around to verifying your age you were already through basic assigned to a team and only a few months away from eighteen. You had gotten a reprimand and a letter put in your file but it hadn’t stopped you from progressing. You tried twice as hard as anyone else, doubling your hours in training.

It took years of tenacity, but you finally landed somewhere you fit. The 141, a joint task force, had pulled your number somewhere after the third deployment you made it home without a scratch. You were still wary of Captain Price despite the years you had served under him. He looked too much like a man who had hurt you to ever fully relax.

There was Gaz and Soap, two men who tucked you beneath their arms and dragged you into every drinking game they started. You found what it could have been like to have siblings between their ribbing and childish puns.

You learned philosophy in the signs you shared with Roach. He couldn’t speak but the questions he posed set you down for weeks until you could nail the feeling and articulate it with your limited vocabulary in sign language. He told you often you could use your voice but you knew the gift of someone meeting you where you were at.

Ghost had been a whole other beast. Tall, tatted, and always wearing a mask. He spoke rarely, mostly to Soap. You slid under his radar. It took three years of serving with him before he said anything to you other than orders in the field.

“Y/N.” The sound of England never faded from his words. Maybe that is why he used his words so sparingly, to keep home close to his heart.

“Yes L.T.?” You stared at his tactical vest. You had already been reemed by Price for the ammeter mistake you had made today. You had nearly gotten Gaz killed.

“You good?”

This brought your gaze up sharply. You glanced over his face before turning your gaze back down.

“Nope, not at all.”

The tears began to well now. It was Memaw’s birthday and god if you didn’t miss her more than air sometimes.

You sniffed, a statue in front of you.

“Anything else Lieutenant?”

“No.”

You spun on your heel, stalking away from him.

He had been kinder after that. Well, kinder could be a bit of a stretch to call the change. He reminded you of a feral tom you had started to befriend when you were ten. You had found that old beast frozen to death behind the barn one winter. You stopped feeding the cats after that.

You had fallen for him, sand dropping grain by grain until you were in so deep only your nose stuck above the sand.

You never told him. One cannot expect a wild horse to love you more than the freedom of running. You tucked your feelings away, behind your vest and your metals. Always a soldier first.

“Y/N.” A hand on your shoulder pulled you back to the present.

You looked up at Ghost, everything but the whites of his eyes blacked out. You were going on a midnight mission in the desert.

“If I die today, just know it’s not your fault.”

The man who more often stood frozen than in motion reeled back from your words.

“The fuck you mean Y/N? No one is going to die tonight, it’s just a recon mission.”

“Okay.”

You look down at your weapons, counting them and checking strap tightness.

“What’s this I hear about you dying?” Price strolls up to you, the casualness of his pace is betrayed by his words.

You sigh and turn to him, goatee always trimmed and combed to perfection.

“You ever just have a feeling captain?”

He shook his head, his hat casting odd shadows from the lights scattered around the base.

“Not feelings like that.”

“Mmm. My grandmother did, said goodbye to me the night before she passed. Told me I would die in the desert with the forest above my eyes. She’s close Cap.”

You can feel his stare, evaluating. You can see when he decides to let it ride, too much could go wrong tonight to switch out a different team member.

“Just, don’t do anything stupid out there okay?” He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose, the other hand straying for a cigar.

“Cap?”

“Yeah,” he replies around the end of his now-lit cigar.

“If I do die tonight, would you give Ghost my flag? No one in my family will care when I am gone.”

Price puffs a stream of smoke out of his nose, reminding you of a dragon.

“Yeah, I will. Just don’t die out there okay?”

You offer a faint smile in reply.

The time finally comes and you join Ghost in a Humvee, you are the passenger in the front seat. This stupid car would lock up if the front seat got moved back and the mechs team had yet to figure out a workaround for it.

You rode along, moonlight guiding your path until a screech of metal bending, fire, and a shock wave that stole your vision rocked your world.

You wake staring at the stars agony licking along every nerve ending. You can’t hear anything, ears still ringing. You blink and Ghost is there, down by your knees. He is messing with something. You gasp as a tourniquet tightens down just above your knee. You knew what that meant, and it wasn’t good.

Ghost moves up, checking the rest of you for injuries. When he gets to your head he taps your cheek lightly, you can’t hear him past the ringing in your ears that won’t stop.

You grab your mic, you set it to record tonight as well as transmit.

“There’s no saving me tonight Simon.”

His eyes widen, either at the second proclamation of your death or at the use of his name. You had seen it on a single un-redacted file several years ago, a treasure you hoarded.

Your eyes flick around wildly, catching sight of shadows in the flames of your Humvee.

“I just need you to know that Price is giving you my flag.”

Ghost turns your face back to him, he has wrenched his mask up, his mouth visible.

‘why me’ you can make out.

You shrug with one shoulder, “Why not you? I’ve been in love with you for years.”

His mouth gapes like a fish searching for breathable oxygen.

“My mama is here now, I’ve got to go.”

You start to close your eyes.

Ghost shakes you, his yell sliding over the ringing.

“Y/N! You can’t just say that and up and die!”

You smile at him weakly. Everything about you is weak. You’ve lost too much blood. You lift your arm, it shakes wildly as it touches his face.

You slip your fingers below the mask, the bristle of his stubble a shock to you.

“Memaw’s here too. I love you.”

You don’t know how you missed it, serving with him for so many years. But Ghost’s eyes were forest green.

Ghost stood vigil with your body. He tucked your leg into place on the stretcher, right where it was before everything went sideways. He followed you, your blood on his cheek until physically restrained from where they prepared to send you stateside.

Price didn’t deny the leave request. Ghost had never requested one before, and your words still echoed in Cap’s ears. ‘Give him my flag.’ Price noted the flag would be given to your teammate, a man who legally was dead while you lay in a box.

Ghost didn’t cry as he sat in the cemetery, little white crosses laid so neatly as a testament to the greed of man. He didn’t cry as your countrymen folded your flag in such a small neat triangle, or when seven repeated shots felt as if they all stabbed into him.

No, he cried in the scummy motel that was rented by the hour with the strongest piss alcohol he could find. You had been in love with him? How had he not known?

You stayed with him. Your picture lived between his shirt and his vest, holding him safe from the missions that got more and more dangerous.

It was almost love.

You were on his mind when he found the bouncing Betty with the toe of his boot.

He managed to clear everyone far enough away before he moved, not quite fast enough though.

He swore you sat at his head, sliding your hand along the same cheek you had caressed so many years before. You smiled at him then, you hardly smiled at him while alive. You disappeared between Soap and Gaz as they rushed in to help him.

The loss of his leg had sent him home. Honorable discharge and a command from Price to stay away from the drink and get well enough to stay a veteran.

He tried so damn hard. He thought about you every day. It was almost love.

He made it until your death anniversary until he painted the walls with his brain matter. He prayed to any god that might listen that on the way to hell to just let him have a pit stop to see your face.

Masterlist | It Had Been Love

[wonderjanga]

I Saw The Fantastic Four Trailer and now I have Ideas

When I saw this trailer, I thought it was fascinating (no pun intended) that they were gonna have it set in the 60s because I love that. Then I remembered that the fantastic four were made in the 60s. So I got to thinking that Marvel could potentially have a subset of movies set in the 60s.

Like the fantastic four could start in 61 because that’s when the characters were originally made.

I would also love to see a Spider-Man movie set in the 60s. They wouldn’t even have to pull a random ass plot out of their ass. They could steal from the comics because the original comics have interesting source material in my opinion.

A 60s Spider-Man movie could start with the inevitable Peter getting bit. That’s a given. But I would love to see them explore his original origins. I think that the movie could potentially be about Peter discovering that he wants to be a hero. Like, at first he’ll stick to what he originally did in the comics which was actually performing as a showman with his powers. Then we could see him hit the hurdle of not being able to cash his check because he didn’t want to reveal his identity as Spider-Man. Then we could see the second hurdle with J Jonah Jamison ruining any chance of him doing any more shows. We could even see him save JJJs son and still get flamed by the guy. The villain could be whoever because they all have interesting storylines in my opinion it doesn’t really matter to me. But if we wanted to stay in the 60s timeline, we could go with chameleon who in the first chapter was a communist. But I think the villain could be anyone as long as they were in that 60s time frame.

Speaking of which, we could honestly have a mini series set in the 60s instead of multiple movies.

It would obviously have to come out after the fantastic four movie because it’s first episode, in my opinion, should be Peter breaking into the Baxter building, fighting the entire fantastic four, winning and then dipping because he found out they didn’t pay money if you were on the team. (A real comic issue)

Another episode should have daredevil who was also made during the 60s still in his fuckass yellow and red costume teaming up with Spidey to take down the Mad Hatter. (Another real comic issue)

We could have an Ant-man a Wasp adventure!

We could have an episode about Tony making his suit and finding his inspiration. Said episode could have Doctor Strange learning his magic and maybe the two meet one day and they try to combine it only for terrible results which causes them to have to work together and solve the issue.

We could have an episode about the X-Men forming and how they deal with the prejudices against mutants and people of color and women which was considerably worse during the 60s.

We could have a Quicksilver and Scarlet witch origin story! We could see them with their parents and how Pietro stole for his family, which got them chased out of the Roma camp! We could see their trauma, and we could see them wandering around Europe.

We have a Thor and Hulk friendship episode!

There are so many heroes made in the 60s, and that gives them MORE source material! They have so much but give us so little.

Anyways, thanks for reading!

[simmingsamantha]

LIKE NIGHT AND DAY: A TS3 LEGACY CHALLENGE

Hello y’all! I am back with a different sort of legacy challenge compared to my usual nostalgic-ish challenges. This legacy is eight generations, each based upon a specific time of day, from midnight to nighttime. I tried to add both good and bad traits to the sims for some unique and interesting gameplay. I’ve also added sims badges that are entirely optional to complete for each gen (I just like collecting badges myself lol). Each generation has a unique color palette that you can follow if you want. The google doc even has images of the palettes for visualization. I highly recommend checking out the google doc for better formatting on desktop, too. You'll need most EPs (except maybe Into the Future). Store content is referenced, but none of it is necessary. If you have any questions or comments, don’t hesitate to reach out. Hope y’all enjoy this challenge! 

Tag: #lnad3 or @simmingsamantha on tumblr 

Click for the google doc: xxx

Generation 1: MIDNIGHT - BURNING THAT MIDNIGHT OIL

Midnight marks the beginning and ending of each day. It is the transition time from one day to the next. It is a symbol of new beginnings, potential, self-reflection, secrets, the unknown and transformation. 

Traits: Commitment Issues. Dramatic/Diva, Natural Born Performer, Neurotic, Star Quality Career: Acrobat/Magician/Singer  Lifetime Wish: Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous  Lifetime Rewards: Engaging, The Hustler, Watering Hole Regular Aesthetic Colors: Black, White and Gold 

Goals:

Max the mixology and dancing/club dancing skills.

Additionally, max two of the following hidden skills: dominoes, pool, dartboard or shuffleboard.

Win a Simfest 

Never go to bed at a decent time/have an atrocious sleep schedule  

Become publicly disgraced 

Either sue for slander, pay off the paparazzi or deflect scandal onto other celebrities 

Live in a penthouse or luxury apartment once you begin to make money and gain fame 

Live in a city-esque world

Hire a butler 

Rely on your butler to take care of your children's needs

If you have the playpen and walker, use those to teach your child to walk and talk.

Befriend a vampire 

Marry a celebrity that is a higher level than you 

Collect the Lounge Lizard/Cranstan Boonitz and Blingaboo gnomes 

Earn $20000 in tips from your chosen Showtime career (sim badge) 

Perform in each venue type at least once 

Have one biological child and adopt another child

Generation 2: THE WITCHING HOUR - THE WITCHING HOUR IS AT HAND

The witching hour is a time of night associated with supernatural events as well as the appearance and amplification of power of witches, ghosts and demons. Tends to include the time between 3AM and 4AM. 

Traits: Brooding, Heavy Sleeper, Loner, Mean-Spirited, Supernatural Fan Career: Fortune Teller or Ghost Hunter  Lifetime Wish: Zombie Master Lifetime Rewards: Alpha Wolf/Immortal/Magic Hands Aesthetic Colors: Purple, Black and Grey

Goals:

Max the logic and alchemy skills 

Become a “creature of the night”: a witch, werewolf or vampire

If a witch, max your spellcasting/magic skill and duel at least 5 other witches 

If a werewolf, max your lycanthropy skill and form a pack of at least two other sims on the full moon

If a vampire, turn at least three other sims and make ten sims “think of you”

As a teen, join the mausoleum clerk part-time job or join the debate team after-school activity 

Own a black cat

Go all out for Spooky Day 

Collect all five colors of Gnomes of the Darned 

Bind the Malleable Mimic Voodoo Doll to another sim 

Learn all spells from Lady Ravendancer Goth's Book o' Spells (regardless of occult type) 

Learn all potions from Lord Vlaimir’s Magic Cauldron 

Complete the Celestial Explorer logic skill challenge 

Discover 25 stars for the Master Astronomer sim badge 

Marry another supernatural, preferably another “creature of the night” 

Buy a Bonehilda coffin 

Befriend the Grim Reaper 

Buy the Philosopher’s Stone and Flying Vacuum lifetime rewards 

Have twins (one of which is the heir). Roll a d4 die to determine how many other kids you’ll have.

Generation 3: DAWN - AT THE CRACK OF DAWN

Dawn marks the beginning of twilight before sunrise as indirect sunlight is scattered throughout Earth’s atmosphere. Dawn is associated with illumination, hope and happiness. 

Traits: Angler, Eco-Friendly, Hopeless Romantic, Loves the Outdoors, Technophobe Career: Angler or Gardener (Self-Employed) Lifetime Wish: Bottomless Nectar Cellar  Lifetime Rewards: Super Green Thumb  Aesthetic Colors: Light Pink, Light Orange, Light Blue

Goals:

Be a twin; live with your twin for your entire life (Dusk).  

Dusk is your polar opposite. For most of your life, you two hate each other. Reconcile only as elders. 

Max the nectar making, fishing, and gardening skills

Harvest 100 Perfect harvestables (sim badge) 

Live on a farm 

Have chickens and cows if you have the store content 

Own a Cowplant - be sure to feed it! 

Complete the Uncommonly Good, Outstandingly Rare and Omnificent Plant opportunities 

Grow a money tree and life fruit 

Own and use Grandma’s canning station

Join the Scouting after-school activity as a child and teen 

As a teen or young adult, visit Champs Les Sims (where you discover your love for nectar making) 

Complete the Flavorful Feet and Master of Nectar Making skill challenges 

Complete the Ameatuer Ichthyologist fishing skill challenge

Have a big family (at least four kids)

Marry your first romantic interest in your young adult lifestage

Generation 4: MORNING - GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE

Morning is the period from sunrise until noon, and is associated with breakfast, the start of a new day, and fresh starts. 

Traits: Ambitious, Disciplined, Friendly, Good, Proper  Career: Business or Military  Lifetime Wish: Martial Arts Master or Physical Perfection  Lifetime Rewards: Meditative Trance Sleep, Extra Creative Aesthetic Colors: Beige, Light Yellow, and Peach  

Goals:

Max the photography, athletic and martial arts skills

Complete three photography collections

Reach martial arts tournament level 3 regardless of lifetime wish chosen 

Try to jog or bike everywhere 

For an extra challenge/sim badge, jog 2000 kilometres or perform 200 hours of cardio workouts 

Only eat breakfast-type foods 

Own a pet bird 

Get cheated on after getting married to a co-worker

Join the spa receptionist or spa specialist part-time job as a teen

Have a massage table and wind chimes on your lot 

Collect all butterflies (excluding the ones you need to travel for) 

Generation 5: NOON - THE MOMENT OF TRUTH HAS ARRIVED, IT’S HIGH NOON

Noon is the time when the Sun reaches its apparent highest point in the sky. Noon is a time of productivity, of nourishment and of clarity and enlightenment. 

Traits: Charismatic, Hot-Headed, Loves the Heat, Natural Cook, Workaholic  Career: Culinary  Lifetime Wish: Blog Artist   Lifetime Rewards: Fireproof Homestead, Born to Cook  Aesthetic Colors: Shades of Yellow 

Goals:

Max the cooking, artisan and social networking skills

Have a pet lizard 

Join the Drama after-school activity as a teen 

Have at least three best friends

Meet with your friend/s at least once a week 

Complete the Blog Baron social networking skill challenge 

Complete the Star Chef cooking skill challenge 

Use the SimFinder App to find your partner 

Get into a fight with another Sim once a season 

Have a distant relationship with your child/ren due to your workaholic and hot-headed tendencies. 

Prepare 200 perfect meals OR Prepare 3 Perfect meals of the following: Grilled Cheese, Hamburger, Stuffed Turkey, Goopy Carbonara, Tri-Tip Steak, and Stu Surprise for an extra challenge (and sim badge) 

Make angel food cake and experience the “warm fuzzies” moodlet 

Generation 6: AFTERNOON - DOG DAY AFTERNOON

Afternoon is the time between noon and sunset. It is associated with a dip in human cognitive and productive functioning, leisure activities, and the end of the workday.

Traits: Absent-Minded, Slob, Nurturing, Mooch, Unlucky   Career: Education Lifetime Wish: Master of the Arts  Lifetime Rewards: Professional Slacker, Vacationer  Aesthetic Colors: Turquoise, Pale Yellow and Dark Yellow 

Goals:

Max the painting and guitar skills  

No skill challenges this gen unless you want to 

Adopt a dog

Have your dog max the hunting skill but do not train them yourself 

Join the Art after school activity as a teen 

Never clean up after yourself - hire a maid if it gets real bad 

Limit your physical activity (it’s too hot for that) 

Celebrate Leisure Day 

Live in a sunny climate world 

Own and use the store tea set 

Get suntanned at least once 

Host a “game night” (play games like dominoes or gnubb, stuff like that) every week with your family 

Enjoy a picnic and/or beach day with the family occasionally 

Have as many kids as you want. Teach them to walk and talk using the walker and the playpen. Only actively teach them to potty. 

Generation 7: EVENING - THE EVENING OF LIFE 

Evening is the period of a day that begins at the end of daylight and overlaps with the beginning of night, indicating the time where the sun is close to the horizon. It is the quiet, winding-down, ending part of a day. 

Traits: Couch Potato, Night Owl, Bookworm, Virtuoso, Shy Career: Journalism  Lifetime Wish: Professional Author  Lifetime Rewards: Acclaimed Author, Observant Aesthetic Colors: Dark Orange, Darker Purples and Magnetas 

Goals:

Max the violin, piano and writing skills 

Join the Newspaper after school activity as a teen

Have only one friend during childhood, and end up marrying them 

Grow old with your partner 

Complete the Speed or Prolific Writer writing skill challenges 

Complete the Librophile sim badge (read 60 unique books) 

Complete the Master of the Literary Arts badge (write 2 Sci-fi, Drama, Humor, Mystery, Romance and Vaudeville novels in that order) 

For an extra challenge, write 80 total novels (sim badge)

Be more of a homebody sim

However, you should go out on the town once a week with your partner to see a movie or something like that. Something chill. 

Complete the Master Pianist skill challenge 

Watch at least one Symphony

Stay up late writing your novels and articles for work more often than not  

Generation 8: NIGHT - THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT 

Night is the period of darkness when the Sun is below the horizon. Historically, night has been a time of increased danger and insecurity. Artificial lighting increased the range of socially acceptable leisure activities during the nighttime and introduced nightlife as a significant part of urban culture. 

Traits: Rebellious, Evil, Kleptomaniac, Party Animal, Genius  Career: Medical then Criminal  Lifetime Wish: Possession is Nine Tenths of the Law  Lifetime Rewards: Legendary Host, Inappropriate but in a Good Way   Aesthetic Colors: Dark and Navy Blues 

Goals:

Max the street art, science and drum skills 

Own a pet rodent (even better if they’re a rat) 

As a teen, prank the school and as many plumbing appliances as you can find 

Barely graduate high school; never do your homework 

If the opportunity presents itself, throw a teen party while the parent/s are away 

Get kicked out of your household due to your teenage antics 

Go to University for a degree (preferably the Science and Medicine major, as that’s your first career). 

Support yourself in college by playing for tips on the drums and Day Jobs

Spend most of your time in Uni juiced and partying but manage to get at least a C 

Complete 10 Day Job or Dare opportunities (sim badge) 

Try every herb and coffee bean at least once (sim badge)

Get to at least level 5 of Nerd and Rebel influence 

Join the Medical career after college for the money but get fired for missing too much work 

Join the Criminal career (either branch) after you get fired

Steal every time you leave your home lot 

Throw parties for every holiday 

Complete the Always Wanted street art skill challenge 

Befriend a raccoon 

Have kids or don’t: it’s the end of the legacy! Will you let the legacy be tarnished by the Night sim or will they turn their life around? It’s up to you! 

[cupidsbaird]

ROLES IN MY ACTRESS DR °‧🦢⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

THE VVITCH (2015) - THOMASIN

“my spirit slips away from my body and dances naked with the devil.”

- making her film debut at age 13 playing thomasin , a 13 year old girl who is slowly turned on by her family being branded a witch reeking havoc on them. giselle sanchez received critical acclaim for her performance along with a bafta rising star award and a breakthrough performer gotham award.

THE VIRGIN SUICIDES (2016) - LUX LISBON

“lux was the last to go.”

- after seeing her performance in the vvitch sofia coppola asked giselle to audition for the role of lux in her upcoming film. giselle portrays a mysterious young girl following the death of one of her sisters. following the release of the film giselle would receive a chopard award at cannes film festival.

GIRL , INTERRUPTED (2019) - LISA ROWE

“that is fucked up , daisy!”

- after taking an almost 3 year break giselle sanchez returns to acting with a stellar performance as lisa rowe , a sociopathic psych ward patient. this would earn her an oscar nomination for best supporting actress and an oscar win at 18 years old.

WEST SIDE STORY (2021) - MARIA VASQUEZ

“i feel pretty and witty and bright!”

- at age 18 giselle sanchez starred in steven spielberg’s reimagining of “west side story” as maria , a puetro rican immigrant who falls in love with the ex-leader of a rival gang.

YELLOWJACKETS (2021-2026) - LOTTIE MATTHEWS

“who the fuck is lottie matthews?!”

- filming the pilot during november 2019 and the rest of season 1 in early 2021 giselle sanchez plays a cannibalistic cult leader that spirals out of control as her soccer team is stranded in the canadian wilderness for 19 months. by the third season she is awarded with an emmy for outstanding supporting actress in drama series.

BONES AND ALL (2022) - MAREN YEARLY

“all i think is that i love you.”

- alongside timothee chalamet giselle sanchez portrays a lonely cannibalistic girl who ventures off on her own , coming across those just like her. despite her efforts all roads lead back to her past.

HADESTOWN (2023-2024) - EURYDICE

“orpheus my heart is yours , always was and will be”

- making her broadway debut giselle sanchez plays eurydice , a hungry young girl who falls in love with the lyre player orpheus. in desperate times eurydice signs her life away to hades in the underworld , promised to be fed and sheltered. orpheus must travel down into the underworld to retrieve his lost lover. this would get her a tony award for best performance by an actress in a leading role in a musical and a grammy for best musical theatre album.

BOTTOMS (2023) - ISABEL

“i’m gonna fuck up some football players and i’m buying a gun”

- the typical popular cheerleader who joins an after school fight club created by two of the biggest losers in school. forming a bond with one of them , dumping her stupid boyfriend and killing boys!

NOSFERATU (2024) - ELLEN HUTTER

“come to me…hear my call.”

- reuniting with director robert eggers , giselle sanchez plays a young woman haunted by a vampire who is infatuated with her. this performance would earn her her second oscar nomination and win for best actress in a leading role.

THE HUNGER GAMES : SUNRISE ON THE REAPING (2026) - LENORE DOVE BAIRD

“well you know i like my pretty with a purpose”

- while shy in public she can talk up a storm in private. a free thinking member of the covey who has a dark view on many things. the impossible does not exist to her because there is no guarantee the sun will rise tomorrow.

[coldbronzemoon]

To Extend Our Reach to the Stars Above

A one-shot based off of @nropay's superhero au concept :). Featuring Mabel and Dipper as a pair of magical girls (magical pre-teens, more like) and Stan and Ford as a retired villain and not-quite-retired hero who are horrified to realize what their niece and nephew are getting themselves into.

Yes, the title is taken from the Team Rocket motto.

The more Dipper read through the mysterious Journal 3 he’d found, the more he was convinced that he had discovered a gold mine. There were so many cool things in there—zombies, ghosts, magical springs that transformed you, living fire, a dozen other strange and magical mysteries!

Mabel was less interested in the whole thing, so Dipper was hunting through the book for cool things she’d get excited about as she flipped through tv channels in their Grunkle’s living room.

"Look at this," Dipper exclaimed, scooting closer to his sister on the recliner and angling the book so she could see it better. He began reading off the cursive. "I've recently uncovered a spell meant to magically infuse those who recite it with incredible power! By placing candles within a circle of the zodiac and reciting the following incantation, one should be gifted powers from a higher plane.”

“Hold on,” Mabel said, her eyes shining as she sat up and started skimming the page with him. She looked more enthused about the Journal than she had all day. “Can we get ourselves some real magic?”

Dipper continued on. “I attempted the spell, but it produced no observable effects..."

"Awww," Mabel groaned, deflating.

"No, no, hold on. But this may be due to my established connection to another source of magic. Perhaps I can experiment by having others perform the ritual..."

"Oooh," she said, immediately perking up again. "So it will turn us into witches or something?"

"Maybe," Dipper said. "Or whoever wrote this is just crazy. Or the spell is real, but it will just drive us mad or curse us forever or something."

There was a beat of silence. Mabel and Dipper looked at each other, their eyes both narrowed in contemplation.

Then: "So we're totally gonna try this, right?"

"Yup! What else are we gonna do? Ask Grunkle Stan for more chores?"

They burst into laughter at the very idea, jumping up at the same time so they could search for candles and Mabel's washable markers. There was no time like the present when it came to committing dubious magical rituals to gain power.

"No glitter!" Dipper shouted to Mabel as he went to the kitchen. He was pretty sure there had been a bunch of those plain, thin candles below the sink.

He had no idea why Grunkle Stan would have those candles—maybe some sort of apocalypse-prepper thing like the cans of brown meat?—but he was grateful for them. If he had time to go to the store to get some, he might have time to back out and Mabel would tease him for it endlessly.

They met back up in their bedroom, dumping their ritual supplies on the floor. Dipper had gotten the candles, some paper plates for the candles so they didn’t have to scrape wax off the floor, and a knife, because he assumed most arcane rituals would include a knife somehow. Mabel procured a rainbow’s worth of chalk instead of the washable markers. 

“Good thinking,” he told her. It’d be easier to wipe away the chalk, and he was pretty sure most ritual circles were done in chalk anyway.

Mabel flashed him a smug smile. They got to work recreating the one sketched out in the Journal onto the wooden floor of their bedroom. Mabel’s skill at creating perfect circles came in handy as Dipper focused on the smaller, strange symbols near the middle.

The ritual circle was comprised of three layers: the largest held the symbols of the Western Zodiac. Below that was a secondary ring of more puzzling symbols, like glasses and a fish and a bag of ice, and then in the very middle was a small circle with a set of six strange pronged lines springing out from equal sides of it.

Mabel insisted all the symbols be different colors, and Dipper obliged her. He didn’t see how that could mess the ritual up or anything.

Once they had the circle set up, they retreated out of it to consult the incantation in the Journal. Dipper was pleased to see that he was right and that they did need a knife for the ritual, as it required a bit of blood from them.

First, though, they read the incantation together a couple times to try and remember it, eventually agreeing to just put the book in the circle to read from once it became clear that Latin they didn’t actually understand was pretty hard to remember.

Mabel donated her pig plushie Waddles to the effort, setting him against the Journal so it stayed open on the ritual page even if their cool magic chanting ended up generating some wind or something. That left Dipper holding the paring knife he had taken from the kitchen.

“Should we, like, cut our palms or something?” Dipper said.

He kind of wanted to cut his palm. It was what everyone in every type of media always seemed to do while invoking an arcane ritual, and they always looked so cool doing it.

“How are we going to do anything with a cut palm?” Mabel said, adjusting Waddles. “I don’t wanna wait weeks for that to heal, Dip-dop. We only need a little blood.”

That was an unfortunately good point, Dipper had to admit. 

They settled for each pricking a spot on their arms and using their fingers to smear it on the wood floor, which was probably fine for the ritual. If whatever god they were going to call to didn’t like it, that god could get over itself.

With the blood added and the book in place, there was little else to do but actually do the spell.

They stepped into the symbol together, standing on either side of the smallest circle. Dipper’s palms were getting sweaty from a mix of nerves and pure excitement. They were about to do an actual magical ritual!

Mabel grabbed his hands.

“Uh,” said Dipper, a little baffled.

“It’s a ritual thingy, isn’t it?” she said. “Don’t they always have people holding hands in a circle and stuff?”

The entry in the Journal hadn’t said anything about having to hold hands while summoning whatever crazy magical deity was going to give them sick superpowers, but just as he opened his mouth to tell her that, he actually looked at her. Her eyes were a little tight even as she grinned, and the grip she had on his hands was equally as tight.

Oh, he thought with clarity. She’s a little scared too.

That wasn’t going to stop either of them from doing this, of course. But he lifted his arms up so that it was easier for Mabel to hold on.

“You’re right.”

Her grin widened, looking more genuine. “Doi! I’m always right.”

They snickered together. Then Dipper tipped his head down to the Journal where it laid between their feet so it was still visible to read. It was upside-down for him, but that was fine, he read upside-down really well. He could tell by the way her hair fell from the corner of his eye that Mabel was mimicking him.

“Ready?”

“Mhm,” she hummed.

“Okay. Go.”

They took matching deep breaths and began to recite.

“Volumus nitidis astra supernis;

Nos inter mare nigrum vocamus;

Deprecamur lacte lunae.”

Without meaning to or even noticing, Dipper’s eyes slipped closed. He could hear Mabel reciting clearly next to him, could feel her fingers squeezing his clammy palms, and that was all he needed. The Journal lay forgotten.

“O, superi numina! Imperator supra!

Est in hoc humili mundo malum,

Et pereamus ad mortem!”

Their voices both got louder, feeding into each other. Behind his eyelids, the warm light of their bedroom’s desk lantern receded away until he was seeing only darkness. He didn’t notice. His focus was on the feeling of the spell as he spoke it, the strange, faint press of cold.

He didn’t quite feel like he was standing on the floor anymore.

“Imperator, ad imaginem cosmi reficis!

Imperator omnium, cupimus te!”

Their voices both rose even further into a cry:

“AXOLOTL, AXOLOTL, AXOLOTL!

LTOLOXA, LTOLOXA, LTOLOXA!”

They opened their eyes in perfect sync as though they had been commanded to.

The first thing Dipper saw was Mabel’s face. Her hair floated around her head like they were underwater. Her eyes were wide and luminous and almost scared. She could feel it too, he knew—the perfect, vast emptiness around them. The lack of any sensation.

All he could feel was the way her fingers dug into his palms, the bump on her left ring finger from holding pencils and pens and markers, the nick on the side of her palm from a pair of dull scissors. 

He turned his head. She did too.

The second thing Dipper saw was THE AXOLOTL.

THE AXOLOTL was colossal, bigger than anything Dipper had ever seen. Bigger than the Earth, than the Sun, than the whole galaxy. THE AXOLOTL was beyond anything. They floated in front of one of THE AXOLOTL’S huge dark eyes, eyes held all the size and power of a black hole itself. A thousand nebulae gleamed in that eye.

Dipper could almost feel something in his brain crack trying to understand what he was looking at. He clutched at Mabel’s hands like she was the harbor he was desperately trying to find amid the endless sea, and she clung right back.

Then, as the two of them stared out at THE AXOLOTL in pure mute awe, THE AXOLOTL looked back.

THE AXOLOTL shrank. From one moment to the next THE AXOLOTL was filling up all of reality, and then the riotous color of the stars and the inky black of space between them took up the place THE AXOLOTL once filled. THE AXOLOTL became the size of an Earth axolotl, swimming up to them with a placid smile on a pink face. Frills swayed in a non-existent breeze.

HELLO, CHILDREN.

THE AXOLOTL’S voice was not really a voice. Dipper found that he didn’t hear THE AXOLOTL speak so much he remembered THE AXOLOTL saying something, an old memory so faded it was a reproduction of a reproduction, communicating nothing of the voice’s quality or sound.

Even at a new size, THE AXOLOTL’S mere presence was almost too much. Dipper found his mouth glued shut.

Mabel managed to speak first, her voice weak and hollow in the vacuum of space as she dazedly muttered, “You’re… you’re adorable.”

In any other circumstance, Dipper would’ve laughed out of pure shock. He stared at THE AXOLOTL.

SO I AM.

Dipper’s mouth finally un-stuck itself. The thought that had been ringing in his head since his first look at THE AXOLOTL broke through.

“I’ve… we’ve met you before.”

The memory wasn’t there, more a hole in his head where something should be, but he knew it. He knew that it was a memory of THE AXOLOTL.

THE AXOLOTL’S head tilted.

I HAVE MET EVERYONE, AND EVERYONE HAS MET ME, MASON.

I AM THERE FOR THEIR BEGINNING, THEIR ENDING, AND THEIR MOMENTS OF TRANSFORMATION.

I KNOW YOU. I KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME. 

WHAT YOU COULD HAVE BECOME. WHAT YOU MAY YET BECOME.

THE AXOLOTL swam closer to float in between their faces, in between their linked hands forming a circle. Infinitely deep black eyes peered down at their hands.

Dipper knew that it was those clasped hands—the circle, the endless loop, the cycle of return and movement—that had brought THE AXOLOTL to them more than anything else. He knew it like a baby knew what it meant to cry, like a seed knew what it meant to sprout.

I WILL GIVE YOU A GIFT: THE MAGIC OF THE GALAXIES.

YOU WILL HELP UNMAKE A BEING WHO DOES ONLY AS HE WOULD PLEASE.

Dipper could feel that this moment was ending. Just before, though, he remembered THE AXOLOTL saying one last thing. A parting remark, a careless promise.

I HAVE ALWAYS LIKED TWINS.

Dipper and Mabel fell. THE AXOLOTL passed from between their arms. They could only watch as THE AXOLOTL shrunk once more, this time due to the pink form receding away from them as their bodies rushed downwards. As much as downwards counted for anything in space.

The stars bloomed around them, light racing to be seen, to find and caress the edge of the universe. Thousands upon thousands, millions, billions, numbers beyond reach, all of them bright eternal eyes of THE AXOLOTL.

All of those stars watched them fall. Their light was racing towards them, arms reaching to catch. 

Like the endless arc of a comet, Dipper and Mabel fell to Earth.

They woke up collapsed on the floor of their bedroom, still holding hands as they both righted themselves into a sitting position. A glow bounced off of the walls, filling the whole space. He could tell from the vivid red of his closed eyelids.

Dipper opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Mabel’s face. Her hair was floating around her head like they were underwater. Her eyes were wide and luminous and burning a bright white. So was her hair. 

Dipper opened his mouth and screamed in shock.

—

“This is your fault. This is your fucking fault, Sixer.”

Stan’s brother let out a groan in response, his face still pressed against the greasy tabletop of Greasy’s Diner. He was definitely getting syrup in his graying hair. The place lived up to its name. Stan would’ve laughed at him if he wasn’t too busy being pissed off.

“They were hidden,” Ford bemoaned. 

“Not well enough!”

Ford tilted his head to glare at Stan with one eye. “They stayed hidden for thirty years straight, Stanley. I would call that a good record.”

“And now one of them isn’t hidden,” Stan said, thoroughly unimpressed. He shoved his plate of eggs and bacon aside to lean over the table and prod Ford in the temple with his fork. “You are so, so fucking lucky they didn’t find the one with the ritual for Bill instead.”

Stan got to watch Ford pale as the reality of that risk occurred to him in real time. He prodded at him with the fork some more just to add to his twin’s misery. It was deserved misery.

Ford eventually straightened back up, smacking Stan’s hand away. He turned to look at the source of their hushed argument with a grimace.

A newspaper, the front page dedicated to the two newest heroes on the block: a pair of young twins with star power. There was a large, impressively clear picture of the pair before the article.

Stan and Ford had recognized them instantly. 

Sure, the glowing white hair and eyes made them look a little different, and the flashy outfits drew the eye away from the face, but those faces were completely uncovered. Of course they recognized their own niece and nephew.

There was only one way for the kids to get cosmic power from what Stan and Ford knew of. Ford’s own Journals, the third of which contained a ritual to call upon the stars for power.

Ford hadn’t made it work; he was already bound to an interdimensional being when he tried it. That was the theory he gave Stan when mentioning his attempt once, at least.

But Dipper and Mabel…

Stan told his brother, “Once we have a plan and we’re out of the public eye, I’m kicking your ass.”

Ford sighed. “I’ll deserve it. But I won’t go down without a fight.”

They finished their food. It was quicker than attempting to flag Susan down to get them a pair of to-go boxes, and Stan refused to let them pay for the food and then leave it behind. He might’ve been a supremely rich criminal now, but he wasn’t going to pay for shit he wasn’t going to eat.

Leaving a tip at Ford’s insistence—chronic goody-two-shoes—they made their way back to Stan’s El Diablo where they could actually talk openly. 

“We most likely can’t outright remove their magic,” Ford said, tipping his head back against the headrest. “If the magical being gave them their power, it wants them to have it. And trying to convince a god to take back their decision is…risky, at best.”

“And trying to ban them from going out and taking names won’t work either,” Stan grouched.

The kids were Pines—they already couldn’t be stopped from doing what they wanted in the first place. The second eyes weren’t on them, Dipper and Mabel could vanish from thin air and return in thirty minutes having gotten into a fist-fight with gnomes or video game characters come to life or other such fantastical issues that plagued the area.

And now those kids had magical powers. What little capacity Stan and Ford had to corral them had shrunk even further. The only ways Stan could imagine stopping the younger twins involved essentially imprisoning them and ruining their trust in him and Ford forever.

He rode the tail of the car in front of him just to make himself feel better. The driver rolled down her window and flipped him the bird, which did get a laugh out of him.

Ford was too busy massaging his temples to scold him. “No, it won’t. They’ll be worse than us at twelve.”

A terrifying notion. They had been absolute hellions at twelve, all without fancy new magical powers.

Stan drummed his fingers on the wheel, his mind turning over every possibility. He knew the scene and he knew those kids. Give them a week and they’d be going up against the biggest assholes on the block just because they couldn’t help but stick their noses into everything. 

If only they could learn on some easy targets, someone who wouldn’t really hurt them… but Stan couldn’t trust anyone to do that, now could he?

Anyone except—

“Hey, Ford,” he said slowly. “If we can’t stop them, we’ve gotta prepare them. How ‘bout we give them a practice round? Some two-bit villain to fight against and learn the ropes on?”

Ford picked up his head from his hands. “And who exactly do you suggest—”

He stopped and sighed, and Stan knew they were on the same page.

“I think it’s time for the Piranha to start swimming his old waters again,” Stan said, grinning. “And maybe Six-Shooter can show up out of the woodwork too, since one of his old heels is back in action. Maybe give some tips to the new heroes.”

He waited for Ford to shoot the idea down immediately.

Ford only looked out the windshield with a thoughtful frown tugging at his lips. “...I think that might be our best option at the moment. We could keep tabs on them like that—but we’re going to have to work double-time to keep all of this from them both in and out of the masks.”

Stan shrugged. “Eh, we’ve managed it so far. Can’t be too hard.”

He would come to regret those words. But for now, he believed them.

[luvstiorra]

durmstrang institute: a guide to success

"All door-ways, before going forward, should be looked to; for difficult it is to know where foes may sit within a dwelling." - Hávámal

some, like narcissa malfoy, say durmstrang institute is cold, austere, even unwelcoming; a place of strict rules and icy students. they see a school that has no sympathy and room only for those willing to fight for it. they whisper of its history intertwined with dark magic and students gone mad or evil. on some levels, i agree with them; durmstrang isn't a place fit for the weak, the soft, or the close minded. though if you truly are none of those things, you may find yourself right at home in the stone walls, gazing upon the frozen fjord and snow covered forests.

life as a durmstrang student is nothing short of intense; long lectures and longer exams are just the tip of the iceberg. it can be difficult to navigate student life here-- it's a school where perfection is expected, and only few can succeed. my advice: forge your own path, cut corners where you can, and do it all discreetly.

morning rituals

⟢ wake up is early: 06:00 sunday through friday. it doesn't matter if your first lesson is at noon, it's expected you'll be in the great hall for breakfast on time in uniform, looking pristine and polished. for those on the quidditch teams (especially krum's), prepare for an even earlier rising: 04:30 is not an uncommon practice time.

⟢ don't expect anything grand for breakfast. there's no lace nor frills involved, but it will get you through your morning just as well. during the week, the options consist of seeded bread with toppings or porridge. choose one, both, or neither-- no one's stopping you. sundays have more variety, karkaroff requires the chefs to prepare pannekaker (norwegian pancakes) and a variety of pastries (a secret sweet tooth, perhaps?) i recommend that whatever you do, grab a cup of coffee. make it strong, you'll need it.

lessons

⟢ tardiness to lessons is practically a felony in the eyes of the professors. class starts as soon as the horn is blown. this means be in your seat with your materials out and wand away before it sounds, the professors will start their lectures promptly.

⟢ pay attention, you'll never know when you're going to be tested. you could be asked to perform a hex or an impromptu presentation on the effects of the alihotsy sap at any moment.

⟢ keep up with your homework and readings. professors won't go over it, and yes, you will need to know it all for the midterm. late work isn't accepted, and if you dare hand it in past the deadline it will be set aflame before your eyes. no excuses.

⟢ lessons will be challenging-- talent is a prerequisite for durmstrang institute. however, professors will help should you request, and they appreciate when you ask questions or otherwise participate. it's okay to make mistakes, just only make them once.

⟢ dark arts is a subject, but it's less daunting than it seems. it is believed that students should learn all aspects of magic, for one should not ignore dark arts for the sake of "prevention," it won't prevent the eager. it's best tamed in a safe environment. knowledge is power.

nightlife

⟢ after dinner and on saturdays, the staff doesn't care what you do. your free time is for you to do with as you please. just don't go around jinxing your enemies or slaying trolls.

⟢ there isn't a town like hogsmeade by durmstrang, so floo travel is allowed to the closest wizarding communities. they are quite dull though, made up of a few raggedy shops and populated by elderly wizards and witches who want a quiet life. don't let this deter you from leaving the school grounds, it's not out of the ordinary to see older students partying in muggle bars. just be sure stock up on ink, potion ingredients, and chocolate frogs while you're out so you don't seem suspicious.

⟢ when you're not out shopping (😉), be sure to spend some time in the one of the school courtyards. the institute is charmed to be eternally snowy, so put on your gloves and find an empty bench for a moment of peace, or join a snowball fight with the first years in the main yard.

⟢ spend some time in the library to study or eavesdrop on the school's latest gossip. pick your seat strategically, but i recommend you come sit by viktor and i; we'll keep you in the loop if you bring us cardamom buns to fuel our gossip study session.

[cecoeur]

you're so real for that post about liam though, bc as soon as i was done jumping around my living room in excitement about max winning the wdc, i checked where liam finished and couldn't help but feel so angry bc what has liam proven over daniel?? he's been outpaced by yuki by a huge margin and is always getting into some sort of incident with others on track (he touched esteban's car today) and yet f1tv were trying to praise his performance today when in reality he's an average driver.

The thing with him is that I could have accepted if he was the choice for 2025. If the end result was them reverting to a "junior team” and Lawson getting the seat, so be it. If that had meant the end of Daniel's career in F1 I would have been mad at Red Bull for still ultimately screwing him over but I would have enjoyed the hell out of those last 6 races and celebrated him, his career, and the joy he brought to so many people. I honestly probably could've gotten over being angry at Red Bull and wouldn't care about Lawson one iota because even now my feeling about him there in 2025 is...good luck (and he'll be there in 2025). He can have that seat and whatever unfortunate end comes with it because the trajectory of that team and anyone in it does not look promising. I hope for his sake he learns from others and doesn't hitch his wagon to the Red Bull dream because historically that has panned out well for very few drivers.

What I'm mad about (now and forevermore) is this season and the insistence that Daniel HAD to be replaced with 6 races left. I'm mad that they claimed he wasn't performing consistently to the standard they wanted but is also the only driver held to any such standard. I'm mad that the response from the media to literally every other driver struggling is, "oh you just have to feel for him" when Daniel was the subject of a witch hunt the entire season. I'm mad that they drove him out of this sport and did so quite gleefully. I'm mad that they continue to rewrite his career and accomplishments and erase his very existence within the Red Bull team and "family". I'm mad that he should've gotten to end his career on the track in Abu Dhabi at the end of the season with friends, family, former colleagues and with fireworks and burnouts and celebration for him and his career and what he brought to the sport but instead his career ended in Singapore in the dark of parc ferme as he sat alone struggling to get out of the car while fireworks popped in the distance celebrating someone else. All so lawson could get 2 points in 4 races for "the good of the team's future".