#power crazed lunatic

[dinosaurwithablog]

Why is it that in some states, felons can not vote, but a man convicted of 34 felonies can run for president? How is that possible? How is that fair? Who in their right mind would vote for such a person? And how is justice served if a man can escape being imprisoned by running for president and not have to serve his prison sentence until his term of office is over? Especially because he's sooooooo old that he probably won't live long enough to finish his term as president and, therefore, not serve his time in prison. That is not justice. That is insanity. That is just wrong on every level. We can not allow this to happen. It disgraces every American. As Americans, we have to make sure that this felon, Donald Chump, goes to prison as soon as possible by not voting for him. Money and power should not allow a person to flee from justice. Donald Chump is a felon, and that's the nicest thing that I can say about him. Please, use your common sense and your sense of honor and justice and vote BLUE 💙💙💙 Harris 2024 is the only fair choice.

[bones4thecats]

hi, if it's not a problem I would like to make a request with Jamil, during his overblot he plays Kalim, Grim and the octanaville trio in the desert but he stayed with y/n because he had feelings for her, and she also had feelings for Jamil , then Jamil in his overblot state adoring and spoiling y/n, and her treating Jamil like a king

OB! Jamil Keeping Crush! S/O Around

Type of Writing: Request Character: Jamil Viper Name: OB! Jamil Keeping Crush! S/O Around Requester: @marinahavik

A/N: This is my first request written in quite a while. I do hope you like this!

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🐍 As a fellow member of Scarabia, you were close to both the housewarden of your dorm and your vice-housewarden

🐍 Jamil and you had a very unusual bond, he just seemed so off too you. But that didn't stop you from admiring him

🐍 Because of how much you admired him and began to help around Scarabia with his work to watch over Kalim, everyone swears that was the one thing keeping him from overblotting sooner

🐍 When you walked inside Scarabia with Yuu, Grim, and the renowned Octavinelle trio, you were fearful, were they right? Was Jamil really hypnotizing your dorm members, even Kalim?

🐍 You were there when the tweels helped reveal his true side, and when he yelled about how much he hated Kalim, you were scared when he looked at you and scoffed

" And you... what a joke. You believe to be featured with that magicless human will make you special? When you're already special enough?! You're about as oblivious to my feelings as him! "

🐍 Staring at him in shock, you were scared, why was there ink coming out from him?! And why was the rest of the dorm acting so weird?!

🐍 Glaring as your fellow dorm members began to obey as if they were being mind controlled, you looked back at your group, only to realize that they were gone

" Kalim? Azul? Jade, Floyd? Yuu, Grim?! "

🐍 The sounds of cackles erupted from the now dark-lounge, your mind went blank at the sight of your old friend

" You really trust those imbeciles, don't you? Come now, my dear. When will you gain the knowledge that I am all that you need... not those blundering fools. "

🐍 You looked into the red mist, making out a familiar shape, it was Jamil. But, at the same time, it wasn't him...

🐍 He looked so much different, black markings all around his face with a large turban hat, a long dress-like robe that was scattered at the bottom with the hat connecting down into a familiarly-made cape. And his long hair grew out into long black snakes

🐍 Jamil looked horrifying, yet somehow still attractive

🐍 Oh no! Why in the name of the Great Seven were you thinking about that?! The guy literally overblotted in front of you, he's beyond dangerous at the moment

" Well, well, well, you seem to be flustered, dearest. Do you perhaps like this form of me? All ragged and not being held back by a measly rich heir? " " Uhm- "

🐍 You tried to yell out a loud help, but you were only met by the sound of chains wrapping around your wrists and pulling you towards the man you would daydream about being with

🐍 He smirked and grabbed your chin, holding your head to look towards him, amusement was growing in his eyes as you blushed and pulled your face away, you knew you should be feeling disgust, and you wanted too. But... you just couldn't...

" Oh... did you really want a mere servant like what I used to be? You don't want power to be by your side? Here; "

🐍 With those words, Jamil summoned a small crown with red feathers around the bottom and a large red jewel standing in the middle;

" How about you serve alongside me? Like a Sultan and his Sultana? "

🐍 You gritted your teeth, you wanted Jamil, not this freakazoid. He would never try forcing you into this kind of situation!

" Fuck off! I like the Jamil I once knew, not this crazed lunatic! " " A lunatic you say? Why you little- " " Jamil! That is enough! "

🐍 Turning around in shock, that was when you noticed your friends had finally made it back to the dorm. And, in a moment of bravery, you leaped into a backflip that you learned from the former-vice and gritted your teeth as your group ran up to you to help you out of the chains

" If you lay a hand on them, I'll make sure you will never escape that burning desert, you damned pricks! " " Jade, get back into the fight... they need you... " " Y/N, you also need help. " " I will be fine, just go! "

🐍 And with that, the tweel jumped into action alongside his allies while you leaned against a wall and passed out

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🐍 The next thing you knew, you had awoken in the medical ward, hearing the low sobs of a male's, you turned around and saw the familiar hairdo of your favorite Scarabia member

" Jamil? "

🐍 He turned around in shock and away in a matter of seconds, he obviously didn't want you to see him in such a week state

" Jamil, just know, I do forgive you. You were under a lot of stress and you just wanted to be yourself for a change. But. "

🐍 Jamil stiffened as he whipped his tears from his eyes, his grey eyes pooling into your (E/C) ones as he cocked an eyebrow, interested in what you had to say

" That doesn't make up for what you did to our dorm. I may forgive you, but you must gain the trust of everyone else once again. I swear I will help you there, though. " " Why? I mean- I tried to force you into a relationship! You shouldn't even try forgiving me! " " Because... I love you. "

🐍 His eyes widened as a small smile emerged on his face while a small blush also appeared

" I love you as well, Rohi... "

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 12

Danny sealing away the previous ghost king came back to haunt him. Someone freed him. He also has the crown and ring again. Maybe the fruitloop maybe a cultist who knows. Danny has words.

No one is able to stand up to him. His rouges tried his allies tried. I like the idea of ghost speak so they just can’t do anything. Danny and Vlad have a natural resistance to his orders as half human.

Background knowledge Giw is a huge thing. Like it’s supported by a lot of ppl. They have actually had Danny at one point before sam and tucker busted him out.

Danny and pariah are in a fight. It’s an official one on one fight. They end up in the human realm. Danny realized right away that they changed locations.

Danny went from attack to protect. Majority of his power is going to protect the people. Ice walls, shields anything he can. Danny is stopping the crazed lunatic from destroying houses and entire cities. This continues for a long time.

With a blast from both pariah and Danny they both disappear.

Reform is brought. Sam tucker and jazz lead it. No longer are the anti-ecto laws a thing. Time passes and the reformed laws are the bases of the meta human rights. Phantom is remembered as a hero who stopped pariah. Everyone thinks the two took each other out.

Danny’s friends and family are long gone at this point. But a portal opens and out the two come. They had fallen into a portal that lead them to future.

So now there fighting yet again in the human world. Danny managing to get more offensive as others are dealing with the humans. He doesn’t necessarily notice this.

He is to focused on pariah to notice the flying cosplayer and the furries.

In the end danny gets the crown away from him. The two only work when both are wielded. This time danny forces pariah into his core which ends the duel.

Pariahs core glows and fizzles out of existence. Danny is now king.

So now the justice league has to deal with a newly crowned king. One who has no trust in the government has been displaced in time and all his family is dead.

[iamzer0]

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𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚊, 𝙶𝚘𝚗, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎 (𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍)

The phantom troupe is certainly an interesting mix of crazed individuals. All insane in their own way. The guy named Nobunaga wanted y’all to join them, honestly you were just happy you weren’t going to die.

Gon and Killua were pissed at not only the phantom troupe but also themselves, how could they be so stupid and get caught like that.

Meanwhile you met most of the group minus their boss. You thought Shalnark was kinda scary not only with the whole killing your aunt thing, but also because you felt this underlining malice in his voice when he spoke. You thought Machi was chill, she was cool and was against Feitan when he suggested killing y’all.

You thought Pakunoda was low key really cool in your eyes she seemed badass. You thought Phinks was annoying he kept trying to talk to you. You thought that Feitan, well is Feitan he is cold to you. He acts like you are a nuisance but he keeps staring at you it’s weird.

Shinzuku and Franklin were alright they didn’t really talk to you but they kinda seemed nice.

Let’s fast forward a little bit, Nobunaga had you and the boys in a room in their hideout. He was waiting for his boss to get back so he could approach the idea of adding y’all to the group.

Don’t think that your plan to escape them still isn’t happening, the phantom troupe kidnapping y’all was a momentary set back. Your plan was still in motion. So there you were clinging to Killua curled to his side, for the first time this was your choice.

To escape you needed to play into their delusions that you are their helpless little sibling. So you tried your best to seem like you actually tolerated them.

Gon and Killua eventually started arguing, they made up and with you on Gons back they charged at Nobunaga. Last second they turned and broke down the walls, escaping. Smart you would give them that. (This is where I change the original plot a little)

As they were running also happened to be the time Chrollo, Shalnark, Machi, Phinks, and Feitan happens to be coming back. Y’all ran right past them as they turned the corner.

Y’all were close to the fence that fenced of their hideout from the rest of the world. Panic overcame you if the boys successfully escaped which they were you. Would be trapped yet again, screw my plan you thought you were going to escape NOW.

So you started to thrash around on Gons back he tried to hold on to you. As he jumped up to hop the fence you jumped back pushing his back with your feet hard. You flipped off his back and instead of landing over the fence like you hoped, you landed right into Shalnark.

“FUCK”, you said angrily. In your rashness you had forgotten that the frickin phantom troupe was right behind you.

He caught you hoisting you up by your armpits like you were a cat. When you finally got your since back you started thrashing. “NO NO THIS ISNT WHAT I WAS TRYING TO DO” you yelled, but he just held you tighter.

The boys were frozen, what do they do? Should they try and save you? I mean the ficken phantom troupe had you literally in their arms. They were too powerful for the boys to beat. So they ran, they would save you. What kind of big brothers would they be if they didn’t?

They walked you back to their hideout, except they wouldn’t let you walk you were held rather tightly by Shalnark to prevent you from moving.

You thought about activating your nen but you had heard from a friend of a friend that their boss Chrollo could steal Nen abilities and you didn’t want to find out if those were just rumors or not.

Honestly you were so fucking tired why was life doing this to you?

You officially believed you were cursed, you wanna know why. Because the fucking phantom troupe were becoming like Killua and Gon sorta at least that’s one of your theories, or they’re just lunatics.

You talked with their boss Chrollo he was actually kind of nice to you. Although he treated you like you were younger it was refreshing to not be treated like you weren’t made of porcelain.

It was the rest of the troupe that were starting to treat you like the boys did and you had no idea why. It was mainly Shalnark and Phinks.

“So what do you want from me?” You asked putting your head in your hand, despite your situation you were insanely bored.

“To talk, you know the chain user don’t you?” He asked speaking slowing as if to make sure you heard and understood every word. “For the last time no I don’t know who you’re talking about. I know your goonies went through Killuas brain but I am not Killua. I don’t know who you are talking about” you said making sure to say Goonies extra loud so the whole troupe heard you. At this point you didn’t care if you made enemies.

Chrollo looked at your eyes intensely as if to catch you in a lie. You stared back equally as intense, no longer caring what happens to you.

You and Chrollo talked more, eventually you were in the center of the whole troupe they were conversing with their boss. You occasionally butted in when it was relevant to you.

Pakunoda was ordered to make sure you really didn’t know the chain user. She walked over and put a hand one your head, looking through your memories. She stopped took her hand off your head and just stared at you with wide eyes like she say something she wasn’t supposed to.

You didn’t understand, did you live through something that involved them. You couldn’t have the only on you have history which is Shalnark.

She paused before turning to look at her boss saying that you didn’t know the chain user. She followed up with saying “this child is….. i-important” she said stuttering. The troupe looked at her strangely

“Their memories, were run of the mill but it’s just that there’s something up with her something strange she isn’t telling us she knows something” Pakunoda said sounding unsure.

“What could I possibly be hiding?” You asked now angry. “I just wanna go home can I please just leave?” You said tired.

They didn’t let you leave instead they held you there because you were “suspicious” or whatever you didn’t care you were so tired of everyone.

They started acting weird like the boys, ‘fuck fuck fuck’ you thought when you realized that they were becoming scarily attached to you.

They smothered you with affection (mostly Shalnark) and talking. They became weirdly protective even Feitan was becoming possessive. It was like a virus spreading to the people you talked to.

Machi was more protective towards you. When she had to watch you see kept you close tho her side, when you strayed she would literally pull you too her and pushed you against her side.

Shalnark was always with you talking he even started talking and acting like you were his fricken child!

Hisoka just sorta stared at you but his eyes spoke a thousand words.

Phinks on the other hand was trying to get you to warm up to him. News flash it didn’t work. Feitan surprisingly became a sort of breath of fresh air. Whenever you were with him he didn’t talk just stared. It was scary but at least he wasn’t being clingy like the rest of them.

They were soft with you it felt weird and out of character for them. But seeing how the boys suddenly started acting with you nothing was impossible.

That’s all for today Part 4 tomorrow! Love u all drink lots of water! Bye bye! (All parts are on my page)༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

[lilliad-dreams]

I’m going to be working on a fic soon! It’s a Tangled inspired story with Bowigi! Luigi is the lost prince- The other half to the royal twins. Luigi went missing when he and his twin brother Mario were only babies, and every year, on the twins birthday, the kingdom releases lanterns in his honor- In bright green and blue colors to pay respect to him and how his parents always dressed him in green, and for the twins and their beautiful matching blue eyes.

Unknown to Mario and his parents, Luigi has been locked away in a tower miles away. He was taken by the crazed old lunatic scientist, E. Gadd, who wanted to study Luigi’s apparent healing abilities- Abilities that his brother did not share. As the twins grew, they both showed impressive qualities- Like Mario’s strength and athleticism- And Luigi’s amazing power. But the two twins always felt incomplete, like something was missing. And for many years of their lives, they’d never know why.

Until one day, a thief by the name of Bowser (who will be sporting a more human look here, but still half reptilian, though!) finds the tower and is immediately curious by the little man in the top of it. Luigi asks him if he can take him to see the lanterns, and Bowser, intrigued, agrees.

I have more ideas of course but this is the first part. Let me know if you’re interested in this little au!

[daenerystargaryen06]

Jon Snow meeting Daenerys

Based on my rewatch of GoT with my friend, I found that I really don't like the meeting D&D created between Jon Snow and Daenerys. What could have been a monumental and great scene between two amazing characters meeting for the first time after going through all they did- it just pisses me off and feels bitter over the way D&D handled it.

My biggest gripe is the way they handled Jon going to Daenerys to ask for her help against the WW within the show. Not even ask, more like demand, without giving Daenerys anything in return.

Jon, when arriving within Dragonstone, knew that Daenerys had an ongoing war occurring against Cersei. Daenerys was declaring herself Queen of the 7k, she was vying for the throne, and was obviously going to war against Cersei for said throne. War is never easy. Dealing with Cersei (mainly within the show) wasn't going to be a cake-walk (mainly because Tyrion was written as the sympathetic man who needed to 'keep Daenerys' temper in check and give her crap for plans'). Jon knows that wars take up time, require heavy focus and planning, need men and resources, etc. yet he decides to ask Daenerys to drop her war against Cersei and help him fight against magical walking dead creatures that exist on the other side of the Wall without giving Daenerys anything in return.

This is not how any sort of politicking works. Jon can't just waltz in and expect Daenerys to drop her war against Cersei (someone Jon knows is a crazed lunatic who wants his family dead and anyone else that she considers her enemy and the North under her rule) just because he states that these magical walking dead men exist without bringing proof nor giving Daenerys something in return for what he wants.

Jon also knows that the people of Westeros aren't going to believe in the WW just because he says they exist. This was shown even in the first episode of season 1 when Ned executes a deserter from the Night's Watch who said the WW returned and nobody believed him! Tyrion and many other characters referred to the WW as nothing but 'grumpkins' and 'snarks'. Hell, even Jon himself didn't believe the WW's existence until he got attacked by one himself. This is lazy writing on D&D's part. Having a character miraculously think his word alone would convince others (especially a Queen who he needs the help of) that the WW exist without any form of proof or giving something in return for their help, and somehow 'forgetting' all the experience he went through of people discounting the WW existing from the very first season despite them having returned.

This just made Jon appear incompetent, forgetful, and demanding.

I also dislike this scene for the implication it gives- 'poor Jon Snow needs to convince the arrogant Dragon Queen that the WW exist and are a threat to humanity'. Let's be real here. Nobody else knows the WW exist, especially not Daenerys who lived a majority of her life within Essos (excluding book!Dany that is- due to her dream of riding into battle against the Others upon the Trident). Daenerys has a perfectly viable reason not to trust what Jon is saying, nor to suddenly drop her war against Cersei just because he demands her help, especially when he doesn't give anything in return for her! This man deadass looked Daenerys in the eye and basically said: "Yeah, I need you to drop your war with Cersei, come North and give all your power into helping me fight against dead men that nobody else believes in. Oh, and I don't have anything to give you in return, and I won't bend the knee because idk you. K, thanks."

This was obviously very poor negotiation which would definitely not happen within the books. D&D made Dany more hardened, and the way they framed the scene with her and Jon made it seem like they wanted to further play into the slow descent of attempting to pit the audience against her. I have seen people say that Daenerys was too 'arrogant' and 'egotistical' in this scene with Jon due to the way D&D framed the interaction and characters within this. Not to mention the fact that afterwards they had Tyrion be the one to start negotiations with Jon for his alliance AFTER his dumb plans costed Dany her allies in the first place. When we all know book!Dany to be politically savvy, intelligent, and a negotiator/compromiser. It just painted Daenerys in a bad light overall. Even for show!Dany, how do people seriously expect her to be willing to immediately agree to Jon, drop her entire campaign against Cersei, go North, and give her power for some random man that comes to her and says 'magical walking dead men exist and I need your help to fight them' without having a compromise/input from Jon for her aid? The ONLY thing Daenerys wanted from Jon was for him to bend the knee and acknowledge her as Queen, and she would have helped him.

And let's be honest here- I get that the North fought for their freedom and such but that was only due to Cersei and the Lannister's after Ned's execution. There was the quote from the show- "it was the dragons we bowed to." Now dragons are back. Jon admitted that even just after meeting Daenerys she was better than Cersei. He should have been willing to bend the knee to Daenerys, as she had agreed to fight for the North and help Jon if he did so, giving him the aid of her armies and dragons. The showrunners did this stupid parallel between Jon and Mance Rayder. Mance refused to bend the knee to Stannis even if it'd help his people, with Jon asking him- "isn't their survival more important than your pride?". They then did the same with Jon refusing to bend the knee even if it'd help his people, and Daenerys asking him the same thing. This parallel is unneeded, and only showed Jon as being incompetent, as he had that experience with Mance and should've known that pride doesn't get you anywhere when you're a ruler over others lives and need help.

Also- I doubt the North would last long being independent from the other Kingdoms. Limited resources with a coming winter on top of it all after a war against the Bolton's? No way Jon or Sansa could think that would ever work in the North's favor for it to be independent in the long run. Especially with the war against the dead that was yet to come.

I swear it was like the writers had Jon drink stupidity juice for this entire thing and thought 'wow. This is really something. Our best writing yet.' over that horrendous scene. My sanity cannot take it.

[potatoqueensays]

Heyoo 👀 So you said you could/Should make a post just for Bill and I am interested in his role considering the horrors you'll put him through (no pressure tho)

YEAH OF COURSE!!!!

(ignoring the fact I posted this early oughhhhh I hate you Tumblr 💥💥💥)

Unfortunately I do not have my collab partner on this one cause he's busy so you get my unfiltered thoughts 💪

I'll go up until weirdmageddon (calling it normageddon for now) cause that should be it's whole entire post, and also some more details will be with the mystery twins, not too much to miss ofc!!

Warning for torture and stuff, proooobably should've done that with the other post and stuff but I was tired 🤷‍♀️

Also Bill will be addressed as Will Cypher only right before he meets the mystery twins. Keeping some stuff from the original au but still with my spin, ya feel?

LETS GO!!!

So Billy! Little guy. Totally not an interdimensional freak yuh huh. Born with his defect (I hc it to be his eye being in the middle) that ostracized him from society. Parents tried to give him help and restrict his vision of beyond the 2D world, but he wanted more. In an attempt of freeing his world from their limited vision, he ended up destroying Euclydia in a massacre. Only thing left was a single speck that he keeps under his hat wink wink

Now when meeting the henchmaniacs, they don't go the full mile and instead do petty theft and trickster stuff. Bill isn't as much of a crazed lunatic like in canon so his actions are more subdued.

My drawing for timeline reference :)

Parties are still a big interest for him ofc, just....a little less arson. Now the nightmare realm is still receding in itself, so Bill still has the motive to make the portal cause he hears the prophecy of merging the realms.

He still goes to Earth and Gravity Falls. Prophecy is still considered deadly as yes, merging the realms is still very very deadly. Bill doesn't know this yet (tho even if he did he probably wouldn't care)

The Silas Birchtree stuff still happens, but the cult stuff kinda happens on its own without Bill forcing a cult to be made. It kinda just happens and he's like "aight"

Now this goes up until he's summoned to Gravity Falls by Ford. He can tell the scientist has potential and could make the portal for him, so they make their deal. Bill asking for the portal while Ford asks for power and knowledge in return.

Bill stands by, giving direct orders of what's needed for the portal yadda yadda. But it gets interesting once he notes that McGucket is having second thoughts (Fidds will also have a post cause he's very important in normageddon)

Bill constantly nags Ford, giving (mostly) empty threats to harm him. He gives him dreams of power when the man does manage to get sleep. Bill has a very distant understanding of how humans work here, due to possessing a corpse from his previous work and he himself doesn't really need to fill needs like humans.

Once McGucket is thrown into the portal all bets are off with Ford. Initially Bill appreciates the quick disposal of an interruption, but he reminds Ford the portal needs to be built. Constantly.

Ford is fed up with the nagging, he takes to letting his frustrations out on Bill. Bill doesn't bother giving the dreams anymore to Ford, just bugging the man whenever he's awake. Ford doesn't have a stable sleep schedule anyway after McGucket.

Eventually, Ford asks about possession due to him being a demon. Bill takes him up on the offer, but quickly regrets it as Ford is extremely hungry and sleep deprived. The hell is dizziness to him? Why does it suck so much?

Ford tells him he'd like to research him for the journal. Since Bill doesn't have a physical form, Ford takes to studying him while he's asleep or in the mind scape with Bill in his body.

He tests the limits of Bill with electro shocks, acid, nuclear waste. He blasts loud synthesized music while Bill is in his body and gaslights him for research.

They don't go out partying or for karaoke like the journal states. In this I imagine the journal is filled with scientific jargon on Bill and his limits. Ford is testing what limits a demon has since he isn't human.

Bill can't do anything about it, because Ford asked for knowledge in the deal. Unlike canon, Bill has to stick to deals and unless the deal breaks or Ford dies, he's stuck.

And he really wants this portal to work.

Soon Stan is brought in as the next assistant, and Bill gets a break from all the torture. He retreats to the mindscape to watch from a distance, hoping Ford doesn't get interrupted from work.

Unfortunately, Stanley leaves the project and Ford tries to go solo. When Bill tells him one more time with the threat of taking his eyes, Ford focuses more on torturing him. In the mindscape an altercation came up that ended with Bill's hat crushed, and the speck of his dimension used as leverage.

Needless to say he goes silent.

Drawing ref I did of Bill for this part 🎉

His color becomes more desaturated the more time goes on, less articulate and chatty. Ford is still working on the portal from the side, so he can't call off the deal. Ford falls in and out of sleep in free time, with Bill trying to possess him and actually get Ford to call off the deal. Even if it'll stall the merge, he could always try far far in the future, when Ford is dead.

Unfortunately it doesn't work, nightmares don't work either, as Ford just pushes back harder and digs up trauma of Euclydia.

Bill can try to get Ford to fall off the water tower all he wants, but when the body he's piloting is operating off of gallons off coffee and loud music it's hard to get a grip on reality.

Soon enough Mrs. Gleeful comes into the picture, and another break is given to Bill. As much as the years that pass by should seem like seconds to him, every second with Ford feels like years.

Bill can only watch from the mindscape as Ford uses the memory gun on Mrs. Gleeful, treating her like some machine that just needs a good reboot.

When Stanley finally confronts Ford, Bill thought he'd finally get a reprieve. Ford would call off the project since he has no materials, and he'd grow bored.

Unfortunately that's very much the opposite. Ford is locked in the bunker and tied to Bill, since he has to fill his end of the deal still. The shapeshifter talks circles around Ford, filling his head with ideas. Ford tortures Bill in his body, sometimes even forgoing pain meds for his eye so Bill can feel the pain.

Bill is forced to still give visions when Ford sleeps, and it only makes him more insane. His ego already growing to new heights as Bill can only watch.

Sometimes he tries to talk to the shapeshifter in the mindscape to get him to kill Ford, but they both know Ford could deal with them in a heartbeat.

When Bill is alone with himself, he thinks of forgoing his identity, changing his name and packing his bags to run off to some far away dimension.

Eventually some kids summon him in 2012. The pines twins.

Art I did of Will. His bowtie is skewed and his hat is still crushed. His cane is more than a prop sometimes. He's also fully blue now. Depressed and irritated with everything.

In the heat of the moment he tells the Mason kid he'll call him Dipper if they call him Will.

The new deal is to get inside of the head of a one Bud Gleeful for the deed to a shack. The same shack Ford had. He knows the twins are probably gonna just take back the shack anyway, but as long as it's not Ford's he doesn't care.

He takes the deal, going through memories and occasionally seeing Mrs. Gleeful. He feels a little bad for the guy, thinking his wife went missing when she's actually in the same town but practically lobotomized.

He almost succeeds, when Gideon and Pacifica steal back the code. The twins call the deal off, and he lets the anger get to him. Years of repressed anger at Ford will do that to ya.

Eventually when it's all over, the twins offer him to make it up to them with a deal. Accompany them to steal back a journal. Hey, if he's away from Ford, he'll take it. Plus they're kids, they probably just need a bodyguard.

They do not need a bodyguard.

I am telling you now, he is NOT a slave like in the original au. That kinda irks me a little, plus the twins are kids so why would they need a slave?

So Will is glorified butler right now. Used as a footrest or something to get drinks. They don't even bother to talk to him like a person.

He had hope in shooting star, seeing as she had a bit more empathy than her brother. But she uses him as a table for arts and crafts or a mannequin for sweaters.

So he's fed up with the pines family. Hell they didn't even tell Stanley! Will has half a mind to torment the guy to free him. He's the one that locked sixer away!

When the events of sock opera arrive, the twins ask him to retrieve the journal from Gideon. In an attempt to get it, he makes a hurried deal for a vessel to let Gideon get the code to a laptop. Seems to be McGucket's by the make of it.

He throws the laptop out of the window, being reminded of Ford after a comment from Gideon about the pines twins.

Luckily Gideon's body is more maintained than Ford, and Will can almost walk down the stairs without tripping!

Gideon pleads with him from the mindscape, saying how much the pines have been a nuisance. They have a talk before going to Pacifica's pageant (I should make a post more in depth about the kids on their own huh 🤷‍♀️)

They come to an agreement about the pines, and he makes a deal with Gideon to help him against them for the future.

He doesn't give the journal to the twins, Mabel and Pacifica fight on stage, Dipper does some backstage tricks. But they make it out okay. Oh also instead of "Bipper" it's Wideon. Widdle Wideon!!! (Very proud of that)

He joins the Gleeful's side after the events of it, sometimes asking Gideon to burn that journal of his.

Anyway!! That's where I'll leave it until the normageddon post. Still gotta get all my refs made and stuff before I can do that. I'm pretty happy with where I have it rn. Leaving Bill a little more in character than just a sad boy who's enslaved.

Thank you so much for your ask!! This was a lot of fun to lay out again!!! 🫶

[hom3land3r]

Months. It has been months since Ryan has talked to his biological father. Months since their 'human vs supe' argument and months since Ryan started giving John the cold shoulder.

Ryan still had his apartment in Vought Tower and slept there often. But he never went out of his way to see John. He tolerated the supe's presence if necessary - through his mask. Now, Ryan has been hearing rumors, seeing news reports, and talking to other vigilantes about Homelander apparently going crazy.

This wasn't news for Ryan - he was well aware John had more than a few screws loose, but he always cared about his reputation and how the public saw him. So... attacking innocent people and Vought companies in broad daylight didn't seem like John at all. But...Ryan could never play it too safe. He pulls on his uniform and walks to John's penthouse.

He doesn't knock when he enters John's home - he doesn't hear any…noises, so he assumes it is safe to enter. He pauses momentarily by the door, waiting for John to hear him coming in and greet him, as he usually does, but is shocked when, after a few seconds, Zeus is his only greeting.

"John!?" He calls, walking further into the apartment, "You here? It's Ryan! We need to talk,"

- Mage's Pandora's Box - Ryan Butcher-Campbell

John hadn’t spoken with Ryan since their argument, both of them feeling very differently on the Supe vs Human debate. Neither could see eye to eye, and so they went their separate ways. John decided to give his kid some time and held back, trying not to bother him.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t keep an eye out. Whether it was James or Ferret giving him updates or simply seeing security footage, John was satisfied just knowing Ryan was safe and well. He could live with that.

However, after the whole Con mess, John’s attention had been focused elsewhere. Mainly on laying low and keeping out of sight, adapting to human life while James was searching for the crazed lunatic who stole his powers. Course, to make matters worse, said lunatic was running rampant throughout the city causing chaos in Homelander’s name. And there was nothing John could do about it.

He’d headed to the kitchen for a glass of milk, alone in his penthouse save for Zeus. Ever since the pup discovered John could be injured, he hadn’t left his side. With lack of powers, it meant that John had absolutely no idea Ryan was even close by, never mind right outside the penthouse. It wasn’t till Zeus ran off that John figured something was up.

Following after, John took a sip from his glass as he was led toward the door. “Zeus, what’s up buddy? What’s going on—.” John thought he was seeing things when he saw Ryan standing there. He blinked, brows furrowed in complete confusion, his son being the last person he’d thought he’d see. Especially with him…like this.

“Ryan? Uh…hi. Wasn’t expecting you.” He said, tilting his head. “What’s wrong, something happen? You…okay?” He asked, though didn’t make any movements toward Ryan, simply staying where he was. John wasn’t even in costume. There were no red gloves or boots, or cape in sight. Just him in casual clothes, looking…

Well. Normal.

( @mages-pandoras-box )

[starlightshadowsworld]

Rwby but Emerald gets the Sunset Shimmer treatment.

Yang: Yeah last thing we need is another tournament ruined by some power crazed lunatics... Looks at Emerald Er, no offence.

Emerald: shrugs None taken.

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Ruby: giving a protag speech So let's take them down. It's not like we haven't tangled with Salem's minions before and kicked their sorry butt's.... Pause, looks at Emerald No offence.

Emerald: sighs None taken, again.

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Emerald: This is gonna be a regular thing, isn't it?

Ozpin: You get used to it.

[spotforme]

Arnold "There's only two kinds from Asissi, steers and queers! witch are you boy?" Rimmer, the power crazed lunatic who Kryton's trying to stop from speaking another word lest he cause a fight again

[siriuslysatorusimping]

So hypothetically if Rinko was there when Gojo was fighting Jogo and Hanami and she saw how feral he went against them (like that one scene in the anime with Jogo) how would she react?

LISTEN.

Technically, Rinko does get to see it. Because Mechamaru recorded it and they watch it over at some point. (they mention this at some point in the manga while he's fighting Sukuna)

She is terrified and impressed and a lil turned on.

She'd seen him fight and act like a crazed lunatic, but that was just a completely different side of him. Because she'd fought Hanami, and while she hadn't been at full strength, she knew how strong they were.

The way he was so nonchalant about how he so easily destroyed them?

She'd also seen him make similar expressions in uhhhhhhhhh other situations 👀😅

But it essentially reminded her just how powerful he was. She always knew. But she'd never seen him display it at that level before.

I might write a lil blurb 🤔🤔 Or it might end up being included in the entire fucking month we're gonna cover after he gets unboxed.

[aura-acolyte]

Update: one of the most powerful woman on earth is really bad at Sonic.

I've fought gods, monsters, and power crazed lunatics but none of my training prepared me for the fucking Knuckles stages.

[medics-secret-shipfic-folder]

Concept Art for Alexander "Cutthroat" Ubel - Founder of the DAPC

Alexander "Cutthroat" Ubel - Alexander Ubel is the founder and current head of the Department for Anomaly Prevention and Containment, a largely independent branch of the U.S. government designed to secure and contain anomalous people, places, items, and events. The DAPC professes to protect the innocent from the unknown, but in practice, their goals are significantly more brutal and insidious.

Alexander Ubel founded the DAPC in the 1920's when he first caught wind of the Gravel Wars between Redmond and Blutarch Mann. Though he initially saw the territorial war as just that - a territorial war, Alexander quickly took notice of the anomalous people and events that the Gravel War seemed to attract; lunatics, crazed gunmen, bizarre machines, nonsensical space expeditions involving monkeys, life-giving metals, and Sumerian wizards were just a few of the things that caught Alexander's attention.

Believing the Gravel War to be a grave threat to civil society outside of New Mexico, Alexander founded the DAPC to secure the anomalous properties of the war to New Mexico and the surrounding deserts. This seemed to work for the most part as the Gravel War was largely contained to the disputed territories between Redmond and Blutarch, but the strange war would eventually prove too much and spill into other sectors of the world, much to Alexander's chagrin.

Though Alexander espouses a philosophy of protection, strength, safety, security, and freedom from the unknown, Alexander is a disturbingly violent and abusive employer who rarely follows his own creed. He is known for his explosive temper and his tendency to scream at his employees, often causing them to break down in tears. Alexander has very little patience for failure and will fly into a violent rage, usually taking his anger out on the nearest employee. This combined with his sheer size and strength makes him an incredibly intimidating man, and Alexander has no qualms with exploiting that fear for his own gain.

In addition to his abuses of power within the DAPC, Alexander also established a prison system across the globe designed to contain anomalous items and people in maximum security. These prisons are supposedly focused on research, but they usually devolve into rampant prisoner abuse and neglect.

Alexander also has a concerning obsession with complete and total control of his employees and indeed anything that crosses his path. He holds up loyalty as a core tenant of his philosophy, but in reality what he wants is mindless, uncritical obedience. He views himself in a manically egotistical light, often describing himself as "the only one who can make tough decisions." Because of this, he despises those who shirk his authority and he views disobedience as a massive blow to his ego.

His disturbing behavior, rampant abuse of power, and obsession with control makes Alexander a volatile and dangerous man, earning him the nickname "Cutthroat." His behavior arguably makes him more dangerous than the Disciples and the Shadow Blight. In fact, Alexander has attempted to contain the Shadow Blight following its release onto the world, but its continued resistance has rendered the DAPC increasingly weak as Alexander wastes his departments resources, even as the U.S. government breaks down in the midst of the apocalypse.

Alexander is also known to hold terrible grudges. For the last 20 years, Alexander has held a grudge against one particular BLU Team Fortress Classic mercenary for blinding him in his left eye. He won't say how he was blinded or indeed who did it, but he hopes to one day hunt down the mercenary that so boldly spat in the face of his authority.

My Deviantart!

[starbittzzy]

Hello! Is it okay if I ask for permission to draw Rebecca? I love her design, she's so cute but she gives off the "I will kick your ass" vibe! Lol

Omg! Yes! Id be over the freaking moon if you drew my baby 🩷🩷 You have my full permission

She can definately kick some ass lol She doesn't just have the title of "guns and explosives expert" for no reason!

Well,,, no one gave her that title she gave herself the title

But nevertheless, yes! Shes got the power to be stupidly adorable at times and instantly switch to "who thought it would be a good idea to give this crazed lunatic a weapon?" Mode.

Ramble over but you have my full permission! Do what u want with my girl id love to see it!! Ill be sobbing and cherish it in my heart for the rest of eternity lmao

Thank you!

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Part 79- All Hallows' Eve

Summary: Happy Halloween! Narcisse is back and he's on a mission. One that is not incipiently accepted by his guard but he makes his stature and orders crystal clear, along with some underlying information. Stephane and his circle are ready to set sail. Josie awakens and reels in the breathtaking sight of her sleeping beauty. An intense feeling of dread sweeps over her. She wants some lovin but the King is reluctant to offer his services due to his guilt but his Queen is quite persuasive rendering Thranduil submissive. His soft side arises that only she brings out and he showers her with some very heartfelt words. Beautiful love is made and after, Josie has a breakdown. Thranduil shares something with her that takes her back to the beginning of their love story. Lestat requests a favor from Selene that offers her a precious reward. Josie and her three elves enjoy breakfast. Thranduil heads off to handle something. Haldir and Legolas get tipsy on the suds and begin their bantering. Josie escorts the drunk and disorderly elves to their chambers. Thranduil gets one hell of a surprising earful. What will he do now? The clock is ticking..............

*Smut*

Castle Narcisse- All Hallows' Eve morning:

Stephane tended to his prize black stallion after the Friesian arrived in a frenzy only moments earlier without his rider, the Queen of the Woodland realm, you. After the terrified horse was calmed and secured back in his stall, Narcisse immediately went to converse with his guard. The meeting became somewhat heated as not all were on board with Lord Narcisse's plan. Normally Stephane would not involve himself or his people in vampire dealings but his soft spot for you overrode his ability to think rationally.

"Something is wrong! And when Jareth is involved, that is putting it mildly. And now I know....I know that the stories were true of the fire crazed dhampir. She lives and is on that mountain along with her lunatic black witch turned vampire mother. We must help the Queen. For something wicked is coming. I can feel it in my blood....death."

"My Lord, respectfully. The vampires...and the Queen of Mirkwood are none of our concern. It is too dangerous and could start a war if we intervene. I insist we remain neutral." Ashur, the assistant deputy bravely stated to the highly agitated Narcisse.

"You insist nothing! I give the orders or have you forgotten your place in my Kingdom? Josephine has no refuge. Merely that of 3 weaponless elves. Aragorn and Haldir's guard have left."

My Lord, and she is merely one woman. To risk all of our men for that is ill-conceived and quite frankly....asinine."

She is one woman...with child! And she is one of us, although her powers have not yet come to fruition which puts her in extreme danger!"

"One of us?" Asher asked in confusion. "She's a mortal."

"And that is where you are wrong you unmindful oaf. She is a white witch. A lady of light. I knew her father, a warlock such as I. He was a good man and lived in the light as well. But no one dared cross him because he, like I, have a side you do not want to meet. And then there's Jareth, one of Julian's 6 brothers, the 3rd born. The bad seed. With him being in her orbit, I doubt it's coincidental. There is only one other that still lives, Harker the 6th born, but I have not seen him in centuries. I always wondered what had become of Josephine when Julian passed away. And then one day, she shows up here. It was meant to be. I will help her. WE will help her. The waters of the black Rhun have settled. The barge will need prepared. It is faster and there is no time to waste. Now that you are all up to speed... You will follow me!"

Back at Chateau de Lioncourt:

You awoke dream free for once, snuggly wrapped in the arms of the man you adored and were crazy in love with. Thranduil was soundly asleep and all you could do was just gaze at his beauty. His furry brows that reminded you of black caterpillars. His luminous platinum strands of silk that said caterpillars create. His long lustrous lashes that you hoped Leann would inherit. His perfectly shaped plump lips that you so desired to kiss right then. You watched his chest rise and lower as his warm sweet smelling breath tickled your face. The light palpitations of his heartbeat could be felt as your hand laid upon his breast bone. You had never laid eyes upon anything so perfectly magnificent and disastrously beautiful. An overwhelming indescribable feeling weighed upon you that this day would be the last time you ever saw him. You prayed to god that your intrusive intuition was wrong. The thought of him ever being taken away scared the living hell out of you. You would never survive it.....

You placed the back of your hand on his temple and softly glided it down his supple cheek, then you brought your lips to his and pressed them gently together. Thranduil's hand flowed from your back to your face, slipping his fingers up into your hair and took your mouth fully into his. He had thought he was dreaming but quickly snapped out of his temporary daze and ceased the passionate kiss. Thranduil then sat up. "Hey...baby. What is wrong?" you asked in a whiny voice as you sat up beside him.

He turned his face to you and forced a smile. "Nothing is wrong my love. All is perfect with you here."

"Then why did you pull away from me? That kiss was....so nurturing yet amatory. Do you regret it? Do you not....want me?"

The King's heart sank. He placed the back of his hand on your cheek and held it there. "Of course I want you and no, I do not regret it. I..." His face fell.

"You...what?"

"I...do not want you to feel that I only desire you for intimate pleasures."

This was all your fault for telling him you only felt like his equal in the bedroom. The fact that he took it to heart and cared for your feelings when you accused him of not doing so, stunned you. "Thranduil....my sweet diplomatic King that no one else sees. How I adore thee. I said things I should not have. I know damn well I am not just merely a pleasure of the flesh to you. After all we have been through? Thranduil....we fell in love. You asked me to marry you and I did. The love making is a greatly desired bonus indeed. How could I ever have any complaints about that? The only time that would ever happen is if you stopped touching me....like right now." Your unintentional puppy eyes made Thranduil fall to pieces.

"My love...it takes every ounce of strength in me not to touch you. If you only knew how difficult is was for me when I first laid eyes upon you as you stood before my throne shaking like a frightened mouse. I wanted to wrap my arms around you and make you feel safe but you did not know me. You already feared me. I did not want to intensify that. I wanted to gain....earn your trust. My desire to touch you has always been there just to feel you. You are like a delicate flower to me. Your skin is of the soft silk petals. Your hair is of the sweet invigorating fragrance. Your body is of the fragile stem that I hold carefully and dearly in my hands. And your heart....your heart is of the unique beauty of every flower on earth combined. I have plucked you from the ground....literally and I have not watered you properly or given you the sunshine you require and so deserve to thrive. I have let you wilt....and at times, almost die. My actions have caused your petals to fall to the ground and my words crushed them beneath my feet."

The King sat with his head lowered as you stared at him with tears flowing like a river. You had never heard such poetic love. And it came straight from his heart. A heart you knew his mother was responsible for even after it had been abused so many times in his centuries. Resilient he certainly was. A vigorous spring. A strength carried on by his father but even the Elvenking needed love. Real love. Your love.

You took his face into your hands. "My King. My eternal flame. Your words mend all that has been broken. But you paint me of innocence when I too have not watered you properly. If I am any flower, it is that of a rose for I am full of many thorns that have cut you so deep no matter how carefully your hands tried to hold me. I am undeserving of the garden you planted me in. I am poison ivy." You began to sob and tried to get out of bed. Thranduil grabbed your hand and yanked you back with your nose right against his.

"Yes. You are poison. You are my poison as I am yours. But we are also each other's only antidote. Without you, I will die." He then delved his mouth over yours with a deep passionate kiss. You let out a meep and entwined your arms around his neck, kissing him back intensely. The clothing you had both fallen asleep in found itself being ripped off by each other's hands and thrown to the ground. He laid you back on the bed and stroked your cheek as he gazed into your teary eyes. "I have also made you feel like only our daughter mattered to me. Do you see now? How untrue that is." You nodded as tears kept falling beyond your control and another meep escaped your lips. "I love you my sweet Josephine."

His mouth fell back over yours and his tongue serenaded yours sweetly. He slowly moved his body on top of you as you spread your legs with desperate invitation. No foreplay was offered as his cock was ready, willing and able 5 minutes ago. He just wanted to make sweet love to you instead of making you feel like a sex object like he had done nights ago. He vowed to never treat you that way again even if you enjoyed it....even if he enjoyed it. It wasn't his style...not with you anyways. That sex capade was fueled by his insecurities and he felt such shame over it. This time, he was going to show you how much he truly loved you.

The head of his cock easily found your wet heated entrance with no assistance from his hand and he gently pushed into you. You gasped and softly cried out his name. Your hips slowly rocked back into his shallow thrusts until he was fully penetrated and then he began to grind deeply. Velvety moans repeatably rolled out of his mouth as your hands caressed his smooth back. You reciprocated with subtle pants as you both gazed into each other's eyes. His eyes then became darkened as his breathing escalated. This and the feel of his cock thickening inside your walls was a forewarning of his climax which teased your release to the point of no return. Your legs wrapped tightly around him as your body was overcome with tremors. "Thr...Thran..Thranduil!!" you cried in fast whispered pants as your orgasm took control of you. You had looked into his eyes the entire time and that sent him spinning into a euphoric eruption. The groan that crawled up his throat almost sounded painful. And then the most beautiful thing happened. His scars began to surface. Thranduil's vulnerable side. He could be himself with you so he shut down his magic shield, revealing his true form as he sent his love raging into you.

His cock pulsated so strongly that it instantly drove you through another release. Your cries and bunting of your hips furthered him into another of his own within seconds of his last. This had never happened before. Something magical was happening. You figured he was probably done after such a powerful expulsion, but you should have known better. He was an elf and his sex drive was out of this world as was he. Third time was always a charm with your King. He began completely withdrawing and then filling you up. Over and over. This maneuver drove you wild and he knew it. He knew all of your sexual cravings....and you knew his. You began to thrust your hips into each of his slippery entries as his cock was covered in both of your prior releases. Both of his hands clenched the pillow you laid upon. His eyes cramped shut as his mouth opened wide and out came your name in a stuttered pattern as his warm essence shot into you. The way he stammered your name in pleasure sent an electric shock through you. Your head arched back and your hands lit up in a soft blue tone as your walls released an orgasmic ocean wave over him.

You began to lightly sob. "Thranduil....I...I am..."

He was skin to skin and nose to nose with you. His hand stroked the top of your head. "My sweet girl...why do you cry?" he asked with his head tilted.

"Because...I...I am so...scared." You then began to bawl. Thranduil rolled off of you and scooped you against him.

"My Josephine. Hush my love. I am here. What are you frightened of?"

"Of....of...of losing you. I just want to leave here and go home! With you! Something don't feel right. The dreams I've had, the things Raven had told me, my mother's and her threats against you...Thranduil....my intuition is never wrong and I'm scared to death. I want to go home!!! You are my home. You are home to me!!" You shouted and began to hyperventilate.

He sat you up and held you tight as you cried into his chest. "Look at me my love." You raised your snot filled face to his as you gasped for air. "Shhhhhhhhh." he breathed softly over your lips as his forehead pressed gently upon yours. 'Listen."

Your mind opened and you heard it....the song that played when you first danced with him. Then you saw his memory of it. Immediately, you began to relax. He was calming you.

When it was over, you gazed at him in awe. "I want to go back....I want to go back to where it all began and be happy again...with you."

"I promise you my lady, my Queen, my one true love. I will take you home as soon as it is safe for you to travel. The weather is lightening. Let us get through this masquerade ball and then we will make the attempt to go. It's only one more day."

"Exactly. One more day, so why can't we just go now?"

"Because you still need answers from your mother about your father. You will never be at peace until you know."

"Thranduil....she's not just going to admit anything? How am I supposed to find out?"

"I will find out. Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do. With my life. But how?"

"Caroline will make a mistake. Her kind always does and I will be there when it happens. Raven too. After last night's stunt, she will eventually go to her mother. She's not strong enough on her own after being sheltered all of her miserable life. I think it is safe to say Marius and Lestat are not going to help her, so that leaves Caroline."

"Thranduil...no. You have to stay away from my mother. She's angry you told me of you and her all those years ago and..... my dream... it...."

"Your dreams are not always correct. They have metaphorical meanings most of the time. Josephine...I would never touch her again, not even with my sword if I did not need to.... And I most certainly would never eat or drink anything she offered, so she will not be able to poison me. Come my love. Let us bathe and go for a walk about the premises to figure things out.... together. Would you like to join me in the bath?" he asked and gave a sly smirk. Your King stood there with a red satin sheet only covering his "essentials". Lord what a sight. You wore an evil grin and ripped the sheet from his body as you giggled.

"Gotta catch me first." you said in a daring way.

"Ohhhh you really should not challenge me." Thranduil smiled as his cock began to coagulate from your baiting of him. He dashed off after you. Over the bed you ran, both of you laughing hysterically as he caught you in mid air when you jumped off the end. You wrapped your legs around him and you both stared at each other. "Im mel cin nin lend gwen. So limb." (I love you my sweet girl. So much.) He placed a chasmic kiss on your lips and carried you off to the bath.

  

Earlier during the witching hours:

"Selene....come out, come out wherever you are." Lestat chanted in a wily manner as he walked around the grounds. There was a mild thunderstorm occurring which was a good thing for you and the others as it would help melt the snow. There she was, up on one of the balconies of an empty wing of the castle.

"What do you want? To kill me for stalking your sweet Caroline?"

Lestat let out a chuckle. "She's nothing of sweet and in no way mine. But that is why I am here. Are you going to come down or do I have to get a kink in my neck looking up at you?"

"I'll stay where I am thank you."

"Alright, a kink it is. Pardon my....appearance. I just finished my dinner." he quipped. "I need you to carry out a small task for me."

Now Selene chuckled. "What could I possibly do for you? And why would I for that matter?"

"Because I know where something is that you want...or I should say someone. Does the name....Michael Corvin ring a bell?"

Selene immediately jumped down to him. "Where! Where is he??" she snarled.

"Now now...if you want to know, you must do as I ask. When I am satisfied with the task at hand, you will receive your information. Do we have a deal?"

Selene would do anything to find Michael. "Alright. What do I need to do?"

"Return to castle Corvinus and speak with Armand and Maharet. Invite them to the masquerade ball this evening. Masks are not required." he grinned.

"Wait...you want me...to go speak with vampires you and Marius are very well acquainted with....to invite them to your party? And just for doing this, you'll tell me where Michael is? There has to be more to this."

"Indeed there is. Did you think it would be that simple? Armand and Maharet are the rulers there now as you know but I need something from them. Another task...per se. You see...I have something they want but it would not be warranted for me to ask of it since I...and Marius are also guilty of a crime...harboring Caroline and Raven, known to them as Clover. And by you doing this, it should give you satisfaction that Caroline will be taken out just like you have wanted for so long and you won't even have to break a nail. They are more inclined to listen to you since you are Viktor's daughter. I need you to persuade them into agreement that no others here shall be harmed, including myself and Marius, only the two thorns in my side. And they will get a front row seat as well if they attend the party, as so will you. I offer you an invitation as well."

"You want them to send the death dealers. I see. Lestat, what if they refuse. Then they will know what you've done and still come for you."

"No. Armand and Maharet will not let that happen. They will understand why I did it and they will be quite satisfied in finally getting what they have wanted for 20 years handed to them on a silver platter. Caroline and Clover's heads on a spike. Chop chop, pardon the pun. Time's a waistin."

"Swear to me you will not fuck me over if I do this."

"I will do as I said if you succeed in what I ask. So you better be quite convincing."

The vampiress then flew off in desperation. She was willing to do whatever it took to get Michael back. Even trusting Lestat and his faulty plan. She had a very bad feeling about it. Caroline and Clover were not going to be an in and out task. They would fight to their deaths which endangered the others. The only advantage she saw was that they wouldn't see it coming.

You and Thranduil dressed to go eat and see what you both could find out. Upon entry of the dining room, Haldir and Legolas were already there stuffing their faces. Marius looked on out the window, most likely keeping an eye out for Raven. Lestat was not present and neither was Caroline.

"We should go thank Marius for what he did last night." you suggested to an unwilling Thranduil. Although you knew your King was grateful he offered assistance in saving Moose and the horses, the scowl on his face told you he still would not lower himself to offer praise to a vampire.

"Go ahead my love. I will join my son and Haldir and wait for you before I begin."

"Thranduil...please. Go ahead and eat. I won't be long."

"As you wish my love." Off he went, but his first stop was the bar.

As you approached Marius, he already knew you were there and turned to greet you with a kind smile. He also knew why you wanted to speak with him.

"Your gratitude is not necessary."

"But it is Marius. You saved our horses and stopped the fire. So...thank you."

"But I have not immobilized Raven. She lurks. I can feel her. I suggest you all stay inside until I can contain her."

"Noted. What will you do with her when you catch her?"

"That will be up to Lestat. The dungeons will most likely be her new residence, or...he may banish her."

"Hey...while I have you here. Garrett...he told me he would keep the painting. Has he....come for it?"

"No, I am sorry Josephine. I have not seen him. I will hold it for him."

You felt so sad inside. He truly was not going to come back. At least while you were here. "Ok. Thank you...again."

You went to the table and sat beside your husband. All four of you ate and conversed for quite some time as you then heard the clock strike noon. "My love....I am going to go take care of that business we spoke about. Please, stay here with Legolas and Haldir until I return."

"What? No...Thranduil. You should not go off alone!"

He stroked your cheek. "My dear one. Did you not witness in this very room what I am capable of?"

He was basically asking you to have some faith in him. "Yes. Of course. I know you can handle your own, but that does not stop me from worrying."

He kissed your forehead. "I will not be long." He was going to go whether you liked it or not.

You sat with the boys while they indulged on the beer they loved so much. "You guys do realize we have a party to attend in a matter of hours and here you are at high noon getting blitzed."

They both laughed. "That is why we are drinking now. To help us endure the fact that were are going to party with vampires. Not exactly our cup of ale like it seems to be yours." Haldir blurted out.

"Ouch." you whispered and stared at him. You didn't think he was mad at you about Garrett but apparently he was, unless seeing you happy with Thranduil again set him off.

"I...I am sorry Jo. I did not mean..."

"Yes you did. I thought you were my friend. I have rarely seen you since we have been here and I miss you and all you wanna do is throw insults at me. Nice Haldir. Nice." You got up in tears and went to leave.

"Whoa hey hey, where are you going? You cannot leave. You heard the King." Haldir said as he ran after you and took ahold of your hand.

"I don't care. I am not going to sit here where I am not wanted." you barked with a sniffle.

"Nice going Haldir. You made her cry." Legolas came up to you. "You alright? You are certainly wanted." Legolas realized that did not sound right and cleared his throat. "I..I meant that...I do not wish for you to go."

"You are such a suck up. I did not mean to make her cry. Why do you not go back to the table and mind your own business." Haldir snapped to Legolas.

Legolas' mouth formed a devious grin. "Why do you not make me tough guy." Haldir then formed a matching grin.

"Ok...enough! Is this all the two of you ever do is bicker?? God, I so do not need this right now." You threw your hands over your face and began to sob.

"God, Jo...I am sorry. What is wrong sweetheart?" Haldir asked as he pulled you into a hug. He then whispered in your ear. "I am so sorry I made you cry."

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Josie, please. Come back and sit with us until my father returns. We will be good. Right Haldir?"

Haldir smiled sweetly at you. "Yes. We will." As he turned to go sit, he stumbled. You grabbed him and helped steady him upright.

"Are you alright Haldir?? How much did you drink?"

"More than a few I suppose." he answered in embarrassment.

"More like a dozen." Legolas corrected sarcastically.

"And you did not??" Haldir reeled at the harping Prince.

"I think you both should go sleep this off so that you are alert and prepared for this evening. I will come with you and stay in your room until Thranduil comes for me. Marius? When he comes back, will you inform him where we went please?"

Legolas smirked at Haldir.

"If I did not see two of you right now, I would kick your lily arse. One of you is bad enough." Haldir snarked as you all walked out. Dear god, you thought. These two were something else.

When you all got to their chambers, Haldir immediately plopped onto the bed. "Are you sure you are alright? You seem a bit out of sorts."

"It is usually referred to as drunk Jo." Haldir chortled. "I will be fine with some sleep. That ale comes from Dorwinion you know. Strong shit."

"Ok potty mouth. Close your eyes." You giggled and sat beside him rubbing his hair. The only time the marchwarden swore was when he was angry or intoxicated....and he was both.

It was only seconds and Haldir was out like a light. "You know he did this to drown his sorrows. I do not think he will ever be over you." Legolas informed as he looked down. Something told you he was also speaking for himself.

You gazed at the sleeping elf. "I never meant to hurt him. I wish I could take his pain away."

"Yes well...he will just have to get over it like a big boy." Again you felt he was stating his own feelings. Off he went to the couch and laid down.

"Are....you ok? Legolas...you know I have missed you also. I have not meant to make you feel..."

"I am good. Just feeling...out of sorts myself." He cut you off and closed his eyes. Ughhhhhh you yelled inside your head and climbed over Haldir to lay down too while waiting on the return of the King.

As Thranduil was walking through the halls, he went to turn a corner and had the fortunate mishap of seeing Raven enter Caroline's room. She was in a rush and did not notice Thranduil as he quickly stepped back. With great stealth, he approached the room and listened with his keen ears outside the closed door.

"What were you thinking setting the stables ablaze!!! Lestat is furious and will probably throw us both out now!!"

"Good. Let him. I am sick to death of LeRat."

"That's one hell of an attitude to have considering we will have no place to go and will be sitting ducks for the Nazgul."

"No...we will not. I have it all worked out. Now tell me mother...why has the prisoner in the dungeons gone missing??"

"I do not know what you mean."

"Like hell you don't. You were highly pissed off that he spoke to me and now he's suddenly MIA. Who is he mother??? What is the big secret you are harboring. Do not tell me it's nothing. I want to know what's going on! Why do I feel like I know who it is?? The smell he carried....the witchy vibe. Is this something to do with what you did to Julian?"

"Shut up! We do not mention his name. Ever! He is dead and gone, and good riddance."

"No...nooooo. Something is off here. I know the presence of a witch.....or warlock for that matter."

"I said enough Raven. There is no witch here nor is Julian. I killed him remember?? Meddling fool is all he ever was. Placing an unbreakable spell on me so that I could not touch my own daughter....threatening to alert the death dealers about you....stealing important pages from Ashmole and then hiding the book. He got what he deserved. To rot in hell."

"So you're telling me the man in the cellar is not Julian??"

"Are you dense young girl??? He is dead. How could he be down below?"

"Oh I don't know mother? Witchcraft?? You poisoned him with Belladonna and we both know what it's capable of along with your black magic. Otherwise, why won't you tell me who is down there then? And why you suddenly moved him?"

"I told you. It is Lestat's business. Not mine. Why don't you ask him!"

"That's so funny mother. Lestat will never tell me if he is letting you hide someone. He does not interfere in other's business. And considering you leered at the man with hatred and made hasty comments so he would hear you.... it seems like it IS your business."

Caroline spun around. "Shhhh.....Do you smell that?"

"Smell....what...."

Caroline bee lined to the door and whipped it open. "The....flowers?? Lilacs....to be exact." She said through gritted teeth as she glared down the empty hallway.

"What the fuck does flowers and lilacs have to do with anything??"

She slowly turned to Raven. "Thranduil....that's what. He was here and he heard everything................"

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Together | G.W.

Summary: Cecilia Diggory mourns her brother and George is there for her.

Hot summer rain tapped against the windows of a two story house. Flashes of lightning lit the inside of the house. Thunder shook the walls as the storm raged on. This has to be a sign of a bad omen, Cecilia Diggory reasoned.

Her parents decided to invite the Minister of Magic to their home for dinner. They had several issues with sending their now only child to Hogwarts. Her brother, Cedric, died during the last few minutes of the Triwizard Tournament. He was murdered under the command of Lord Voldemort. The Ministry was now more focused on blaming Professor Dumbledore and Harry Potter than finding her brother's killer.

Guilt built inside of her during the summer. She wasn't there for him despite all the times he was there for her. The very brother she shared nine months in the womb with. The brother that she shared a house with was now buried in a cemetery not far from the house.

Cecilia looked at the newspaper on her bed and scoffed. There was no solid plan in the papers about protecting the students of Hogwarts now that a crazed lunatic is out there killing students. The only thing taking place was the blame game. How could Dumbledore let this happen on his watch? Did Harry Potter have any involvement? The Wizarding World was in a panic.

"Darling, dinner is ready," her mother called downstairs. Cecilia took one last look in the mirror. Her make up seemed to be fine despite the crying spells. A painfully bright yellow shirt and plaid yellow skirt to shine on some of the darkness that lingered over her house. Cedric would have teased her for wearing this. She snorted and went downstairs.

Cecilia was greeted by the sight of the Minister of Magic himself Cornelius Fudge. Her father was getting his coat to place on the rack. They were talking pleasantries. Her father certainly knew how to put on an act.

Two other people followed behind the Minister of Magic. A woman dressed in all pink. Her father helped her in as well. Cecilia believed her last name was Umbridge. She could recall her father speaking about her. The last person to walk through her door made her stomach curl. Percy Weasley.

The older brother of her boyfriend, George Weasley. He was a prat. A bully on a power trip in Hogwarts, he ended up turning on his family. George was happy to see him gone, but it destroyed his parents. Despite everything he was still their child.

"Cecilia, darling, look how much you have grown," Mr. Fudge smiled with open arms. He walked towards her and gave her a hug. "My goodness, I can't believe you will be starting your last year at Hogwarts. I still remember when Amos was bragging about you getting into Hogwarts,"

"I am looking forward to it, sir. Any plans to ensure that the students of Hogwarts are safe?" She asked once she pulled away from the hug. The Minister was noticeably more uncomfortable. He shifted nervously and looked to her parents for help.

"Cecilia," her mother started yet was cut off by the woman in pink.

"We are working diligently to ensure that Hogwarts is up to par with its teachings as well as its security. I will be working with you and all the other students as the new professor of the Dark Arts," Miss Umbridge smiled. Cecilia looked her up and down. A shame they couldn't bring back Mad Eye Moody. Something told her she wasn't going to learn much in her final year.

"Great, we can talk the plans over dinner. The papers have been dreadful with smearing Professor Dumbledore and Harry Potter," Cecilia spoke. A feeling in her gut told her this was going to be a waste of time.

The dinner was uncomfortable as expected. The witch's father sat to her left at the head of the table. Her mother sat across from her. Percy Weasley sat to her right. Delores Umbridge sat across from Percy and the Minister sat across from her father. Cecilia repeatedly asked them questions much to the dismay of her parents. The Minister and Umbridge answered most of the questions. They still wouldn't answer any questions about the safety of the students or their to catch the men responsible for her brother's death.

"You must forgive my daughter. She is still very distraught over her brother's death," Amos Diggory sighed in annoyance. She took a good look at her father. It seemed he had aged ever since his favorite child passed away. They barely spoke now. He couldn't possibly know what she was feeling.

"It's quite alright. Students are so inquisitive," the Minister laughed.

"Why would they need to forgive me? How would you know how I feel? We have barely communicated after your favorite child died,"

The room was quiet. A tension like no other gripped the room. The father and daughter stared each other down. He wasn't the jolly man he used to be when Cedric was alive. He was a shell that stayed in his study to bask in all his son's accomplishments.

"Cecilia, we will talk about this later," her father spoke with gritted teeth.

"I'm out of here," she announced. The young witch placed the napkin from her lap and on her food. She pushed her chair back and walk to the front door.

"Amos, do something!" Her mother called watching her family break apart further. She couldn't possibly lose both children.

"She isn't going anywhere. She has nowhere to go," her father tried to ease the distraught woman. Cecilia opened the door and walked out.

George Weasley was worried when she couldn't find his girlfriend on the train. He was worried when she wasn't present for dinner. When he asked her best friend, she found out she was at the Astronomy Tower.

The Gryffindor rushed to see his girlfriend sitting while watching the stars. He could hear her crying. He slowly walked next to her and sat down.

"I thought I could do it," she confessed. A fake laugh slipped past her lips. She turned to him. "I wanted to come back for him but everything reminds me of my brother,"

He kissed the top of her head as she laid against him. Her head buried in his chest. Soft sobs ripped from her body. In all their years, he never saw her at her lowest.

"We will get through this year together," he assured her. He rubbed her back slowly while placing soft kisses on top of her head. "I promise,"