#princess inez

[tearsofbriseis]

SARAH-SOFIE BOUSSNINA as PRINCESS INEZ

[bendableclown]

Luigi, Daisy and Waluigi, but they are genderswapped and staring in the French play by Jean Paul Sartre titled “No Exit”

[cheriecoke]

inez 🤝 rylie putting aside tasks when perfect men are on screen

us in the first half of season one when levi doesn’t appear for like five million episodes </3

[dateko]

can i say something? (i might be judged for it)

SAY IT ...... SAY IT..... (i may judge)

[nenynrawrites]

Alice In Chains goes into the forest

Layne:

Trips over every stone (clumsy little boy<3)

Collector of Stones!:D🪨

Finds a million snail friends along the way:>🐌

Flower weaves a crown for everybody💐👑

Jerry:

Lost in thought so much that he probably walked ten times into the trees🚶‍♂️🌲

If there's water, boy's going for a swim🏊‍♂️

Wants to try how to make a fire and manages to (with a little bit cheating x3)🔥

Hides and scares the others:>😱

Sean:

Clumsy #2

Trees = Space to drum on🥁

Finds the perfect sticks

Probably created the drum tracks halfway through the forest walk🌲🥁

Mike Starr:

Scares #2

Nearly drowns because the water was too deep where he walked in (he face palmed:3)🌲🌊

Collects flowers for his partner (and Layne)💐

Climbs every possible tree🧗‍♂️🌲

Mike Inez:

DISNEY PRINCESS!!🤴👸

Made some pigeon friends along the way🐦

Found some nuts to snack on

Took food with, so everybody's got something🥐

Accidentally attracted every animal in the forest:3

In conclusion: They eventually had to run:3

[sand-and-spice]

Names to Know

Sisterhood of Truthsayers

Mother Superior Raquella

Dorotea

1. Mother Superior Valya Harkonnen

2. Reverend Mother Tula Harkonnen

3. Reverend Mother Kasha (advisor to Emperor Javicco Corrino and Princess Inez Corrino)

4. Francesca

Avila (pronounced a-VEE-la; curly white hair; works as an assistant to Valya)

Duke Richese's Truthsayer

Doctor Nazir (Suk doctor; diamond-shaped tattoo on forehead; light eyes)

Mikaela (Shalom Brune-Franklin; spice user; blue-within-blue eyes)

1. Emeline (Aoife Hinds, daughter of Ciarán Hinds)

2. Jen (Faoileann Cunningham, name means Seagull)

3. Theodosia - Valya's favorite

4. Lila (Chloe Lea) - Tula's favorite

Richese

Duke Ferdinand Richese

Duchess Orla

Lady Shannon Richese

Lord Pruwet Richese

Corrino

Emperor Javicco Corrino

Empress Natalya

Princess Ynez Corrino

Lord Constantine

Atreides

Swordmaster Keiran Atreides

Vorian Atreides (he hasn't appeared on-screen, but he has been talked about and his actions affect the story)

Orry Atreides

Albert Atreides (disabled leg)

Harkonnen

Harrow Harkonnen

Vergyl Harkonnen (father of Valya & Tula & Griffin)

Sonya Harkonnen (mother of Valya & Tula & Griffin; same actress as Atia of the Julii from HBO's Rome)

Evgeny Harkonnen (uncle of Valya & Tula & Griffin; same actor as Robert Baratheon)

Griffin Harkonnen (brother of Valya & Tula)

Rebellion

Horace

[josephinekhawaja]

Pruwet Richese

RIP, you little shit. You were a surprisingly good kid and to me at least had a lot of story potential.

I assumed with all the talk of Princess Inez taking 10 years to study with the Bene Gesseret, and literally marrying a 9-year-old at the onset of it, we would be relying upon a time jump to some kind of Padmé Naberrie and Anakin Skywalker situation just with more of an enemies-to-lovers angle. (Or, just an enemies angle — I am all for an imperial couple at war with themselves in a sexy manner.) But alas, not gonna be going in that direction. I should have figured with how much the show is clearly shipping her with Kieran. And while going into the film adaptation I was prepared to ship Paul Atreides x Princess Irulan on principle of feeling bad for her in her one-sided marriage (my Theodore Laurence x Amy March anti-shipping dropped it immediately though with the Florence Pugh casting, the triggers😅😂🤣🥲) and a Corino fated to be with an Atreides would have really hooked me, I am just kind of meh so far to their CW sex appeal.

(RIP also Kasha Jinjo…this show already be killing off my faves! At least I still have Tula so far, but damn.)

Anyway, while I expect lesbian ships to flourish on this show as is their right, I think Valya Harkonnen and Desmond Hart should fuck nasty at some point. They are clearly on a collision course towards one another, and a man who can cook people from the inside or across literal space with the woman who honed The Voice…come on. Give us that face-off.

[seiwas]

who would you ship ur moots with?!!

hi nonie! 🥺 thanks for dropping by!! oh gosh this is a tough one!!! (i have a lot of moots too 😭) let me go through the list!! (it got really long sorry omg)

@andypantsx3: ANDY AND SHOUTO ANDY AND SHOUTO i will shout it at the top of my LUNGS!!! 🥹

@augustinewrites: gojo but i think megumi would be so cute with augustine too 🥺 atsumu or iwa as well!! depending on the mood 🥺

@avatarofstars: mimi and satoru cute cute!!!! 🥺

@bluebird-in-the-breeze: i think shouto and birdie would be so cute ngl 😭 but izuku and birdie would be inevitable, yknow?

@c4ssiopeias: i think of bakugo when i see nova but i also think nanami would be so sweet 🥺

@crysugu: DILTO DILTO DILTO (i'm joking) of course it is none other than 24/7 boyfriend suguru 🥹 (kita now recently too 🥹) (atsumu formerly. maybe in another universe.)

@culturity: idk who blade is but kady loves em so i will love them for kady too 🫶🏻🥺 (if i had to pick from jjk based off just vibes tho... i think... kady would be so cute with yuuji 🥺)

@em1e: emmie would be so cute with suguru PLS 😭 i love the way they write him sm (this is also completely random but kenMA?????)

@firein-thesky: crying bc i associate cielo with hawks so much but also there is satoru but deep down in my heart i think cielo'd be so cute with megumi 🥺😭

@fushisagi: one of my fave tsumu fics is written by ci 😭 so ofc it's tsumu!! 🥹

@gardenofnoah: oh i would love to see bea with nanami 🥺 (but bea's bakugo is also so incredibly soft, kiri feels cute too 🥺)

@getoluver: suguru with angie ofc 🥺 they would be the softest, cutest, purest love ever 🥺

@grim-gril: ofc for riri there is satoru but i'm also feeling major yuuta vibes AND IDK WHY 😭

@hyomagiri: oh ellie would be so cute with satoru or tsumu 😭 i think the energies would match like crazy!!

@itadorey: i think suguru and inez would be so cute 🥺 (tbh tho can u rlly get suguru without satoru...)

@izukusloves: i always think of izuku when i see kc 🥺

@kedsandtubesocks: oh erika and satoru would be so cute, so playful, would make me feel so single... 🥺 but also... nanami and erika... mmm it is doing smth... giving a warm home, domesticity, love 🥺

@kentoangel: of course it is none other than mr. nanami kento. of course it is. choso is close but (for now) mr. kento wins 🥺💗 (such an attractive couple mhm)

@kissxcore: satoru def but also kuroo??!? or oikawa... also iwa... maybe the entire seijoh4???!!? bring me with you alexis 🤧

@konigbabe: moni and satoru 🥺 would be so adorable i think!

@mididoodles: is it weird to say i ship midi with their irl partner... UGH the recent doodles midi made of them were so cute 🥺 they are so cute 🥺

@mimiriko: miriko and suguru would be cute 🥺 but i think shoko would be hot too omg i saw miriko talking abt her recently...

@mintmatcha: either aizawa, nanami, or makki/mattsun for mint omg 😭 (i think makki/mattsun humour would be so fun with mint tho 😭)

@mitsies: ofc it's satoru 😭 but also.... yuuta is looking very MMMM 😳

@naosaki: gojo but also i like the idea of art with yuuji??? omg i think it'd be so cute 😭

@noosayog: i don't talk abt bllk much but i think isagi and noos omg.... yes.... and since noos also loves tobio i can't help but support!! 🫶🏻 but isagi... omg

@pastelle-rabbit: this should not be a question. IT IS MIRAKEI. it is only mirakei forever and ever. keigo and amira keigo and amira forever and ever 🫶🏻

@prettyiwa: ix is my favourite iwa writer so 😭 it would be a disgrace if i didn't say iwa 🥺

@princess-okkotsu: is this even a QUESTION. IT'S YUUTA OFC. it has to be. it's the only answer actually. (sometimes megumi too tho... 😭)

@saetoru: literally not even a question 😭 it's gojo sa(e)toru 😭 tee knows and loves him in a way i could never

@satoruhour: either satoru or suguru for t!! i think their energies match & the banter would be so so fun 🥹

@selarina: ngl sunarin bc he's rina's icon 😭 bUT ALSO i think rina and megumi would be so cute 🥹

@seravphs: gojo is an obv one but i think it'd be cool to see sera w college!megumi 😳 (also wanna see sera w atsumu lowkey... college!shouto would be cute too 😭)

@shdous: satoru but also... lately i've been thinking nanami for ej too 🥹

@saintsugu: ezra and sugu!! ezra and sugu!! 🥺

@soumies: megumi megumi megumi PLS 😭 so so cute (nanami and osamu too in another universe but. MEGUMI) i think he and soph would be so cute together fr 🥺 THE perfect bf.

@stellamancer: deep down its bakugo (hihi 🤭) but unfortunately That Man (gojo) wins for now 🤧

@strawberrystepmom: is this even a QUESTION!!! satoken ftw 🥺 satoru and kendall are so so cute!!

@suashii: sunarin 🥺 but also!! sua's bakugo is so soft!! and i also see suguru 🥺

@threadbaresweater: the way i am fully obsessed with lin and nanami oh god 🥺 there would be so much love and warmth and just home in them i think 🥺

@todorosie: i support the sorin shouto ship 🥹 but also smth about sorin and nanami feels just so!! so!! romantic aaaah

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat: ari and i will die on the satoru hill. we will protect that man with our whole BEINGS. pls. no one gets him like ari 😭

@ufo-ikawa: um. OIKAWA OF COURSE?? ari and i are already planning double dates bc it's impossible to get one without the other 🤧 (in another universe we go for the miya twins unfortunately)

@utahimeow: gojo but also kuroo and TBH TOBIO TOO 😭😭😭 and kenma... and... maybe the entire hq... omg char i can't pick...

@vagabond-umlaut: sukuna feels like a cool match!! ✨

@willowser: is this even a question. OF COURSE it's bakugo. OF COURSE it is. every time willow posts rbs/posts him i get SO GIDDY. i love the way willow loves him 🥺

[magicalgirlagency]

Hello! Do you know any comprehensive list of magical girl webcomics? Or alternatively some that you recommend?

I'm gonna go for the ones that have caught my eye, visually and/or otherwise (in a randomized order). Hope you don't have anything to do, you'll be staying here for a while.

And I might even update it if I see something new!

Cloudy Wondrous, by Kaninchenbau;

Glitter & Guilt, by RockyBloo;

Star Warrior Cosmos Leo, by Sailorpossum;

Magical Warrior Diamond Heart, by Pyon;

Kid Chrysalis: Butterfly Warrior, by Gabriel Joy Reid;

Supersonic Girl, by Sandra Diaz (okay, this one's more superhero-y, but it follows some MG tropes, and therefore still counts!);

Stardust Slammers, by Brian Wolf;

Angel Blue, by LaurenceL;

DolceCubed, by Sunsetfork;

Pretty Heart Bouquet, by E. Hetrick Jackson;

Mistral, by Amy;

The Tale of Crystal Teresa, by RainicornDraws;

God Has Spite, by Isaac;

In Your Dreams, by Kakathain;

Miracle Sakura, by Aurora Dordain;

Heartful Masquerade, by HANNAHP0CALYPSE;

Magical Package - Lilaca, by Tsunyandere;

O Grimório Perdido, by Guibley;

Starhop, by Cuttles;

Defend!!, by Peachieevee;

Business Magical, by Pizza Paper (this one here's a novel rather than a comic, but it can be found within Tapas, so it goes here too!);

Pepper Pixie, by Soffy;

The Amazing Mirna, by TinyBabyGhost;

Sweet Little Resistance, by Peachchild;

The Good, The Bad, & The Magical Girl, by Failmonger;

Star Savior Bunny, by Kendell and Kay;

Starry Eyed, by Mahoupeach;

Eternal Guardian Kanae, by Edea;

Crossed Stars, by Nyxalwitch;

Pretty Witch!, by Max i mystic;

Foul Maiden Inez-chan!, by alchykiller;

Seasons of Avallen, by Gem.i.ni;

Celestial Princess, by Saint Bree;

Magical Girl Academe, by War Bunny;

Pokey! The Unicorn Magical Girl, by CherryRoseum;

A Magical Girl's Guide to Adulting, by Patrick McCabe;

SuperChic: Rosemary!, by CaptainHAHA;

Honey and the Moon, by Meadow;

Brownie & Barebones, by BubbiBrownie;

Lupe Mágica, by RoninYorch;

Magical Girl Grim Reaper, by Kimo_Neko;

Manual Prático da Garota Mágica, by HeitorPC;

Wimp Witch, by C. Cameron (it's even an indie animated series on YouTube and Newgrounds!);

Retired Magical Girls Support Group, by Hairballdraws;

CMYQ~n: Magical Girl Project, by Marikyuun;

High Spirits Neoma, by Oroor0;

Ghostly Tales, by Hey Izzy;

My Boyfriend is a Magical Girl?!, by IMTHEJOHKE;

Lola Magica: My Grandma is a Magical Girl, by SUPRPRETTYGENIUSMIKI;

Modern Magical Girl, by Replaythepun;

Saffron Wave, by Kellerybird;

Magical Girls in College, by Jay-Taku;

Archmage Ascending, by Magicmooshka;

A Magical Girl's Day Off, by Grant Newbold;

How I Loathe Being a Magical Girl, by Nomnomnami (unfortunately, with the end of Smackjeeves, this one has become most likely a Lost Media);

My Life as a Magical Girl, by Vickycreator1;

Magical Girl Institute, by Portia Hightower;

Magical Boy Troubles, by Red_Mend;

MAGICAL GIRLfriend, by Thisisshaetae;

Anomique: Magical Girls Must Die, by Crayaks;

Dame Daffodil, by Sakura-rose12;

Maho Shonen, by Yana & Nat;

Hover Girls, by Geneva Bowers;

Princess Love❤Pon!, by Shauna J. Grant;

Star Rangers: Magical Space Cadet Squad, by Kagura-kun;

Strawberry Seafoam and Vampire Magicka, by Bryan Golden;

SpectraSpell, by Lisa Harald;

Magical Boy Basil, by Fireside Stories;

Kakkikomi Magical Girls, by HachiwareHouse;

Magical Girl Initiative, by Ika;

Eldritch Magical Girls, by Marighoul;

Magical Mom, by Prinnstar;

Magical Boy, by The Kao;

Magikats!, by Eilie Astara;

Magical Printing: Magenta Ink, by Chicinlicin;

Agents of the Realm, by Mildred Louis;

Shattered Starlight, by Nicole Shartrand;

Mahou Josei Chimaka, by KAIJU;

Brujaha, by Acersecomic;

Mahou Shounen FIGHT!, by Scuttlebutt Ink;

Magical Girl Problems? Magical Girl Solutions!, by Veronica Agarwal.

And this is all I have so far. I wish I could tag the bloggers/creators (those who can be found here on this social, anyway), but I believe that I've exceeded the post's limit to do such a thing, lol. Plus, some of them might be even discontinued.

[mlqueen89]

never find another like me | 02. football (the lasso way)

pairing: jamie tartt x OFC (ted lasso) 

rating: T 

word count: 6,875

summary: in which Nat realizes there's no going back and that if one says soccer when talking about football, they might be thrown out of England entirely. 

A/N: The bitch is back. Sorry guys! Thanks for sticking with me. More random life updates available if you’re interested, if not that’s cool too! 

On another note, I'm trying to follow the Ted Lasso storyline in the background. There are some minor inaccuracies re: timeline, so if you're like "hmm" - just ignore it because it’s throwing my vibe. The Ted Lasso timeline is an enigma in and of itself.

This one is supposed to take place around 03x02 (I don’t want to go to Chelsea). Big "thank you" for this one goes to TTPD (aka female rage, the musical), and the myth, the woman, the legend, Taylor Swift. 

Feedback is always appreciated and let me know if anyone wants to be tagged.    

never find another like me masterlist | previous chapter

The ride back to Richmond from the city was filled with a varying range of feelings which Nat navigated quietly, deflecting the questions of the cab driver with friendly, half-attentive chit-chat as she watched the blur of unfamiliar scenery pass outside the window.

Two weeks. Nat had exactly two weeks to learn an entire sport, complete with its own set of rules, teams, history, rivalries and fan bases.

Two weeks to pull together something that sounded half-decent on paper and passed the scrutiny of Tomas Sharon and his panel. Even then, if her article was published, it would go out to the public, and she’d have to pass the test of their narrowed eyes as they read her words.

Honestly, she’d been so busy thinking about how to get away from New York that she never stopped for a moment to consider if it would actually, truly work.

The fact of the matter was returning to New York now wasn't a possibility—Nat had already decided as much by the time the cab pulled up (accidentally) a block away from Zoreaux’s place and she’d walked the rest of the way, trudging. 

As she walked through the quiet neighborhood, women running by in groups, young families pushing strollers in the midday sun, the familiar sense of dread settled over her. The thought of going back to New York felt like stepping into a trap she had set herself. Going back to New York, tail tucked firmly between her legs, meant returning to the sphere where Adam and Inez existed, together, haunting the same places Nat had loved, living the life Nat had once thought was hers. Though New York was a big city, there were reminders of Adam everywhere, echoes of him and what was once a them, lurking around every corner where she and Inez once shared secrets and hopes and trust.

She imagined what that return would be like: Adam would find some twisted way to spin her leaving as a footnote in his personal narrative. She could practically hear the false humility in his voice when he’d say something along the lines of, “It just wasn't meant to be, you know? Funny how things work out. First you and I and now this whole jaunt across the ocean. I mean, how long did you think it would last, Nattie?” And Inez would smile along, her betrayal concealed behind a veil of politeness.

Realistically, Perry would welcome her back, give her the small desk at the end of the long 41st floor of the New York Times Building in midtown, right by the water cooler that bubbled every two minutes. Eventually, she’d learn to tune out the gurgling and the weird laugh of the guy from print who always talked about his Corgi “Princess,” as he leaned against it doing anything but work, but Nat wasn’t sure she would get out from under the memory that she’d left and returned, like a lost soul, drifting between escapes, foolish and love-sick.

The worst part was it would undeniably plant a seed of doubt in Perry. A black mark on her record that she couldn’t do this, that she couldn’t live up to his expectations of her, of someone he invested time and hope and effort in. Ultimately, this would be just another thing that Adam took from her on a list of things already including an entire city, a few spectacular bands and a best friend. She could see it now, going to work every day, sitting in copy edit meetings with Adam as he chatted to their colleagues about his weekend plans with Inez. He would look at Nat and smile and use words like “serendipitous” and “fated” and thank her for leading him down the road that led him straight into the arms of someone else. It would be her very own, personal slice of hell.

The thought alone churned her stomach. Self-imposed exile, even if temporary, was the only choice. 

After battling a stiff lock and falling through the front door of Zoreaux’s place, Nat blew out a noisy breath. Shoes kicked aside, she marched upstairs, determination growing marginally. Two weeks, she had two weeks to avoid the failure of returning to the Empire State, and the clock had already started ticking. 

Slipping into more comfortable clothes, she folded herself, cross-legged onto the small bed, tripping over a box of what looked like signed programs with Zoreaux’s face on them in the process. She made a quick mental note to question him about those later (read: tease him incessantly) before she leaned over to grab her laptop and cracked it open, navigating her way to an empty document.

Straightening her back, Nat shook out her hands and stared at the blank screen, willing the words to come. Under a “note” header, Nat quickly typed: Soccer is called Football here. Don’t call it ‘soccer’. 

Great. Groundbreaking progress.

Fidgeting, Nat could feel the nervous energy simmering below the surface, chewing the inside of her cheek as she stared at the blinking cursor on the otherwise blank screen.

Opening a new browser window on her phone, Nat typed in “Ted Lasso Richmond”. Quickly, the page refreshed with the returned results: 

Lasso Leads Lads to Ladder-up in League 

Coach Kent: Transformation from Retirement to Lasso Right Hand Man 

Lasso: Richmond’s Saviour? 

Jamie Tartt Talks Promotion: “Ain’t No “I” in Team”. 

Nat tapped on the first story, the page populating with a large image of Ted Lasso, moustache prominent and perfectly managed, push broom straight, at the top middle of the page. 

Coach Lasso has been through it–from the wanker of last season to the Wanker of this past turn in the Championship, fans now praise the Yank for lifting Richmond out of exile, both, ironically, with the helping boot of football superstar, Jamie Tartt. 

“Well, as my good friend Coach Beard here says, the only thing worse than being a wanker is being the wanker who’s out of ideas!” Lasso’s signature optimism shines through as he reflects on the team’s journey. “But the thing is, you keep showing up, you keep pushing forward, and sometimes the world surprises you. These fellas are special all on their own, ain’t got nothin’ ta do with me.” 

Nat locked her phone, pressing the cool glass of the screen to her forehead in a moment of silent reflection.

This wasn’t going to be a fluff travel piece to fill space on a back page or a review of a new Italian hipster place in Astoria she’d polished a bit too much because the waiter was kind and brought her extra “parma-cheesy” breadsticks.

This had to be different–this had to mean something. Frustrated, Nat blew out noisily before setting her laptop down and throwing her legs over the side of the bed, abandoning her nest. 

After wandering around Zoreaux’s place aimlessly, poking her head into rooms she hadn’t remembered seeing on the very brief first tour, Nat caved. There was no use staying in because she would be alone for the rest of the day and night anyway. Zoreaux had mentioned the away game in passing (again) when they met in the foyer and went their separate ways in the morning. Maybe showing herself around Richmond was a better idea. 

After finding her way out of the maze that was Zoreaux’s neighbourhood, it didn’t take her long to find a small pub, the Crown & Anchor, half-full of what Nat recognized as the red and blue of AFC Richmond jerseys. It felt like a sign, a big pointing arrow in her thus far, directionless walk.

“What can I get you, love?” The woman behind the bar nodded at Nat, sliding a coaster across the bar top in anticipation as Nat stepped into the pub and settled onto a stool.

“Beer. Please. Surprise me.”

“Smart choice,” she nodded once before she turned away to pull a pint.

Nat glanced around the dimly lit pub while she waited, taking in the lively energy that buzzed in the air. The Crown & Anchor was cozy, with walls adorned with what looked to be AFC Richmond memorabilia, corner booths and seats at the bar already filling with chattering groups, most sporting Richmond colours. It felt like the kind of place where the locals gathered for match days, sharing both triumphs and frustrations over a pint.

As she settled on her stool, she caught snippets of conversation from a group nearby, their animated discussion clearly focused on the upcoming game, the season opener against Chelsea. Despite not being versed in the details of Richmond’s season, she recognized the passion—something that, in a way, reminded her of the bars back in New York, where everyone had an opinion (usually loud) about something.

The bartender returned, placing a pint of golden beer in front of Nat with a knowing smile. “One of my personal favorites,” she said with a wink. “Reckon you’ll like it.”

Nat raised the glass in thanks, taking a tentative sip. The cool bitterness of the beer was a welcome comfort, grounding her after a day that had felt strangely disjointed. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity of Richmond, the newness of everything, or the fact that for once, she was on her own, untethered from someone else’s schedule. 

“Not bad,” she nodded approvingly before taking a longer sip.

The hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the low murmur of the pre-game talking heads’ chatter about the upcoming match playing on the screen behind the bar all blended into a background that felt easy. It felt like something vaguely familiar, a small spark of familiarity she could hold onto, even though she was miles away from where she’d started just two days earlier.

“First time here?” the bartender asked casually, wiping down the bar and glancing over at Nat.

“Yeah,” Nat replied with a smile. “Just escaping for a bit. Thought I’d see if Richmond had anything worth escaping to.”

“Good choice startin’ here,” the bartender gave her a knowing look. “Stick around long enough, and you’ll be one of the regulars.” 

Nat laughed softly, unsure of how long she’d actually be sticking around, but the thought of becoming part of the rhythm of this place was oddly comforting. Felt like it was something she could look forward to. For now, this felt like a fresh start. Definitely far and away from anything she was used to.

Truthfully, she’d never purposely sought out sports bars; never imagined that she’d be the type of girl who painted her face and wore a jersey, screaming at a television or whooping and hollering when her team won. She didn’t even have a team to call hers. Of course she’d supported Zoreaux when he’d played for the Montreal Impact and followed his transfer to Richmond enough to be able to congratulate him and keep up with small talk when the need for it came up, but that was the extent of it. Nat never understood why Adam had been so invested in his fantasy (American) football league, or why he’d had to see every Yankees game at the bar in Brooklyn if he couldn’t see the games in person. Then again, Adam never understood why she binge watched Grey’s Anatomy and New Girl or lit up when fall and Halloween rolled around. When Nat tried to sit and watch a game with him, Adam always waved at her dismissively when she asked a question about rules or teams or players, about what this term meant and why each team had so many jerseys. Eventually, Nat stopped asking. It was almost comical how red the flags were in hindsight.

Nat’s eyes must have glazed over, because the next question shook her out of her thoughts, her eyes sliding up to meet the barkeep’s gaze. “Everything all right, dear?” 

“Am I that obvious?” She was. The thought of lying and saying she was fine never crossed her mind. If she couldn’t be truthful with a stranger, who could she be truthful with? 

“Not to worry, love. I’m just an excellent barkeep.” The woman busied herself behind the bar, filling drink orders as the bar filled with more jersey clad patrons, but her attention always came back to Nat. “From the looks of ya, I’d say… bad breakup.”

Nat blinked, taken aback by the bartender’s uncanny read of her situation. She laughed, short and albeit a bit uneasily, taking a sip of her beer. This bartender was good at her job for sure – she had Nat’s number on that one. 

Bad breakup was a brief, yet appropriate summation of the situation. Bad breakups usually involved drastic haircuts and clubbing, drinking and leaning on friends for support while blasting Taylor Swift until the wee hours of the morning, alternating between anger and fits of sobbing. Bad breakup (Nat’s Version) didn’t come with screaming matches or dramatic exits. It wasn’t even about escaping Adam, really, though that aspect of it helped. It was more about escaping the crushing weight of staying. Staying in the apartment they’d shared, the city where they’d built routines together, and ghosting the people who knew them as a unit, hand in hand, hip to hip. 

Throwing herself into something she knew nothing about—football and sports journalism in this case—was “classic Nat”. At least that’s what Hannah, her yoga studio friend, had said when she’d gotten wind of the breakup and texted asking Nat if she was coming to “drink her face off” and scream into the wind near the Brooklyn Bridge on the walk home. 

When faced with hard, Nat leapt and then looked. Keep the body moving, keep the mind occupied, and maybe the rest wouldn’t catch up, at least not until she was ready to face it head on. The alternative, she knew, was far more dangerous. She’d seen what happened when she let herself stop. That’s when the numbness hit, followed by nights watching Ever After on loop, Sleepless in Seattle right after, with Notting Hill cued up next. Ice cream tubs piled high in her apartment, tissues scattered like snowflakes, leaving her too tired to cry, too spent to think, stuck in a place where the only thing that felt real was the ache of her own loneliness.

“Yeah, something like that,” she admitted, swirling the glass slowly in her hands. It wasn’t like she was drowning in heartbreak, but the reminder of Adam still stung in the quiet moments. The waves of their relationship’s failures often hit when she wasn’t expecting it—like here, in this quaint little pub, surrounded by strangers and the echo of excited chants from fans who were so deeply invested, eager for a new season, a new start.

“Thought so,” the bartender said with a knowing smile, leaning on the bar for a moment. “This place has seen its fair share of heartbreaks. Football seems to mend some of them, though. Well, at least it keeps you distracted for a while.”

Nat smiled, grateful for the small kindness. “Maybe that’s what I need—something to get my mind off things.” She glanced around at the growing crowd, their banter and excitement infectious. “Doesn't hurt to try something new.”

The bartender nodded sagely. “That’s the spirit. Football’s a wild ride, though—full of ups and downs. Kind of like relationships, actually. One minute, you’re on top of the world, and the next, you’re cursing the ref for ruining everything.”

Nat leaned back on the barstool, “do you have any more classic bartender advice you’d be willing to share?”

She paused for a moment as if to think on it, before flipping the towel she had been drying pint glasses with over her shoulder. “My mum used to say, ‘Mae, what’s meant to be yours, no one can take away,’” Mae slid a bowl of bar nuts toward Nat with purpose. “No one has the power to make you feel something you don’t want to feel. You own it.”

Nat nodded slowly, rolling the idea around, “ownership of your own destiny. Very poetic. I like it.”

“Not sure about destiny, love. All I’m trying to say is don’t forget to have a little fun along the way. You’re young—not all change has to be bad.”

Before Nat could reply, the door tinkled and a man in a full suit, complete with top hat breezed past, heading to the far end of the bar. Mae winked and leaned a little closer as if she were about to share a secret. “You wanna know the best piece of advice I got after I divorced my second husband? The sure-fire way to get over one shithead is to get under someone else.”

Nat let out a soft laugh, absorbing the comment. She couldn’t deny it was blunt, but it wasn’t the worst advice she’d ever heard. 

By the time the game ended in a 1-1 tie— “draw,” Mae had firmly corrected when Nat quietly joined in the contagious cheering—the idea of writing an article on the team had started to take root. 

After chatting with a few enthusiastic fans about Richmond’s recent signing of someone named Zava and catching glimpses of a viral clip called “The Veggie Dog Vigilante,” Nat decided it was time to head back.  

The rest of the day, she’d sat in front of her laptop and furiously typed: ideas, notes on what she’d need to research further, the image of the Crown & Anchor filled with fans, excitement and anticipation. The words spilled like a torrent into a word document. When the sound of Zoreaux coming home brought her back to the real world—a world in which she remembered she hadn’t eaten anything since the game ended—she was both starving and bouncing off the walls. 

“You killed it today,” Nat announced, swinging into the kitchen where she could hear a significant amount of Zoreaux-like rustling and the occasional bar of a muffled Eminem song. There was a spring in her step as she hopped off the last stair. 

“You watched the match?” Zoreaux’s surprise was evident, the look on his face incredulous as his head popped out from behind the open fridge door, the Beats hanging around his neck still thumping with music. 

“Maybe,” Nat shrugged playfully, approaching the fridge and reaching past Zoreaux to grab one of the many stacked brown takeaway boxes inside, her stomach grumbling. 

“And? Any first impressions?” 

“Exciting - I think?” Nat shrugged, peeling back the lid of the takeout box before she sharply closed it again, her nose turned up at whatever had once been in the container, holding it at arm’s length. Through a squinted gaze and past a grease stain, Nat could vaguely read the Taste of Athens logo. “Definitely more exciting than whatever this was.” 

“Ah—sorry, don’t have many house guests,” Zoreaux footed the pedal on the garbage can, and Nat dropped the offending takeout box in on cue. “You hungry?” he asked. 

“Starving,” Nat replied without hesitation, hopping onto a barstool at the kitchen island, her fist wedged under her chin. “Midnight poutine?” 

Zoreaux’s eyes lit up, his phone already halfway out of his hoodie pocket before his excitement waned and his shoulders sagged. “I don’t think they have that around here.” 

“Midnight—uh,” Nat shrugged, rifling through a drawer and pulling out the first takeaway flyer she found. “Kebabs, then?” 

Zoreaux smirked, nodding as he began scrolling through his phone.  

Somewhere between ordering kebabs and laughing about Nat watching the game in a pub, Zoreaux convinced her that the best pairing for midnight kebabs was a horror movie. 

“This brings back memories, eh?” Zoreaux said, hopping over the back of the couch with his long legs, causing popcorn to spill slightly from the bowl he held. He grabbed the remote and started searching for the latest horror flick, a tradition he and Nat had shared for years. 

“Oh, you mean those memories? Like good ones or nightmare-inducing Insidious ones?” Nat teased as she followed him into the living room, her arms full of mismatched drinks gathered from the fridge and the kebab bag dangling from her fingers. 

Zoreaux laughed. “C’mon, you were definitely just a super scared 16-year-old.” 

“Excuse me,” Nat scoffed loudly, setting the drinks on the coffee table. “I was 13 and slept with the lights on for a month.” 

Zoreaux grinned, the memory clearly still sharp. “The tooth fairy one was way worse,” he said, mimicking teeth pulling with pliers. Nat cringed, waving her hand to make him stop before sinking into the couch. 

“Thanks for that,” she muttered sarcastically, pulling out the takeaway boxes and setting one in front of him. “I’d actually forgotten about that one.” 

If there was one thing Nat remembered vividly, it was the Insidious incident.

It had been her first week staying with the Zoreauxs. Thierry had rented the movie in secret while his mom was at synagogue, despite Hettie Zoreaux’s firm rule of no scary movies and no friends over late on school nights. Against her better judgment and newly minted teenage instincts, Nat sat behind Thierry and his friends, unable to look away even as she peeked through her fingers. 

Now, settling into the too-large couch, Nat let her head rest on Zoreaux’s shoulder, her eyes drifting toward the TV as the opening credits rolled. “Sorry I’ve been distant lately, well, I guess more like over the last three years or so, it’s just—" 

“You don’t need to apologize,” Zoreaux interrupted gently, nudging the popcorn bowl into her lap before resting his head against hers. “We don’t have to talk all the time to still be family. I’m really glad you’re here. And Maman always talks about how you never forget to send her flowers. Between you and Marcus, I’m not sure who makes me look worse.” 

Nat chuckled at the mention of Zoreaux’s older brother as she felt herself relax, wondering why she’d been so hesitant to visit Thierry in the first place. Probably because she’d been so wrapped up in Adam, so malleable when he always managed to talk her out it, convinced her that her time was better spent with him or that he hated the idea of her going alone. Now that she was on the outside of that pull, of his influence and orbit, it was painfully obvious that she had been to blame for listening, for not pushing back, for being blind to it all. 

“Are you kidding? I could never forget Maman’s birthday,” Nat scoffed, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “I have a flower guy in Saint Laurent. Pierre never lets me down—tiger lilies for her birthday, begonias for Mother’s Day.” 

“Hey Siri, set a reminder for tomorrow: find a better flower guy in Saint Laurent than Pierre,” Zoreaux half-yelled at his hoodie’s pocket, and Siri, muffled, dutifully repeated his command. 

“Good luck with that.” 

After a moment, Zoreaux dropped the kebab bag on the table and turned to her. “Did you know we have a trick play named after midnight poutine?” 

“Really?” Nat asked, intrigued as she tucked her legs under herself, setting the kebab box on her lap. “You’ll have to tell me about it while I pretend to watch this movie.” She glanced at the screen without much interest, already digging into her food. Whatever movie Zoreaux had settled on would be sure to have her squirming and watching through the sleeves of her sweater. 

Zoreaux started recounting a story about Jamie and Man City and trick plays (of which she made a mental note to ask more about after) when Nat’s phone buzzed in her pocket. Without thinking, she pulled it out and glanced at the message. 

The text made her stomach sink:

Just talked to Adam. Call me ASAP. xx Mom. 

“Hey, no phones,” Zoreaux scolded playfully, swatting at her hand until she stuffed the phone deep into the couch cushions, her heart heavy and stomach flip-flopping with the weight of her mother’s message. 

Nat sat hunched over her laptop in the corner of a small Richmond coffee shop, her eyes flitting back and forth between the blinking cursor on her screen and the pile of empty coffee cups scattered across the table. 

Between the unexpected text and the vivid images of the ghostly bride from Zoreaux’s movie pick flashing in her mind’s eye, Nat hadn’t slept more than a handful of minutes here and there. By the time her alarm went off, just as the light was just creeping in through the split in the blinds she couldn’t keep closed, she quickly silenced it, dressed and headed out the door into the crisp morning air, intent on hunting down a coffee shop where she could hole up and hammer out at least the bare bones of the article.  

The deadline loomed like an ever-darkening cloud, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the article to come together. The more she looked at the collection of words on the screen (her post-game brain dump) and her notes, scribbled in the beat-up notebook she carted around everywhere, the less clear they became. At this point, Nat wasn’t sure the words made sense or were even in the right language. Football (she repeated the word in her head like a mantra to avoid calling it “soccer” out loud) was proving to be her undoing. 

Sighing deeply, she pinched the bridge of her nose as the barista shot her another disapproving glare from behind the counter across the shop.

Glancing at the clock at the bottom of her screen, Nat grabbed the closest takeaway cup, draining the small dribble of now ice-cold coffee at the bottom with a grimace. She’d been there at least since just before the sun had come up, ordering another coffee every time she felt the 20-something hipster barista throw a look her way in between serving customers and scrolling through her phone. Now, hours later, she was still ordering the coffee she didn’t need, just to avoid getting kicked out by Coffee Himmler watching her like a hawk.

Any moment now, Nat predicted her stomach would start to protest the introduction of yet more coffee, the single croissant she’d devoured floating in the sea of caffeine, of little help. 

“Alright, alright,” Nat muttered under her breath, more to herself than to anyone, her fingers hovering over her laptop keys, wiggling momentarily as though she could cast a spell, will the article to write itself. “I’ll get another coffee in a minute, just... give me a second.” 

Nat heard someone approach her table. The barista, ready to give her another pointed reminder about paying customers and time and loitering, she assumed as she mustered the sheepish apology. But her words didn’t come. Instead, a cup of coffee materialized, carefully set down on the small table in front of her. Nat paused, confused. 

“Sorry, I was just—” she started, her words taking a different trajectory before she looked up. Her words died on her lips when she saw who it was, recognition coming quickly after. 

Jamie Tartt, in all his casual confidence, stood above her, his bubblegum pink tracksuit sweater and matching shorts standing out starkly against the browns and muted colours of the shop. Hair pushed away from his face by a thin hairband, a slight sheen of sweat across his forehead, he grinned at her in a way that made her head spin for a split second. His presence at her tiny, coffee cup cluttered table seemed to suck all the air out of the room. In the silence, he raised an eyebrow, his eyes only briefly scanning the scene before him, clearly amused. 

“Got you another coffee,” he said, his voice casual in that accent that made Nat’s stomach flip as he pulled out the chair and sat down across from her without waiting for an invitation. “Looked like you might need it.” 

Nat blinked, thrown off kilter for a moment by his sudden presence. “Uh... thanks. I wasn’t—uh—expecting — anyone, really.”  

Looking in from the outside, Nat could imagine what she looked like: a bleary-eyed mess, sitting in a hoarder’s trove of empty coffee cups. To be honest, she’d lost count at coffee number six. The sudden need to speed clean the space bubbled up within her, but she pushed it down firmly. Speed cleaning only worked when the person who wasn’t supposed to see the mess wasn’t sitting directly in front of her to witness it. 

Jamie glanced at the sea of empty cups strewn across the table and Nat could almost see the wheels turning behind his eyes. “You writin’ a book or somethin’? Or just addicted to caffeine?” 

She huffed out a laugh, pushing her laptop back a bit. “More like trying to write a soccer article for The Independent. Spoiler alert: it’s not going well.” 

The man at the next table over lowered his newspaper, clearly having heard her soccer slip-up. She shot him an apologetic look before correcting herself. “I mean, football. Obviously.” Football. Nat repeated in her head, her mantra faltering. It felt like saying Beetlejuice, except in this country, if you said soccer three times, border patrol found you and removed you forcibly, tearing up your passport in the process. 

Jamie’s smirk widened as he leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying her awkwardness. Nat was sure he wasn’t trying to hide his amusement (at her expense) at all. “Football, hey? You got stuck with that assignment?” 

“Yeah, right? I’m very seriously considering faking my own death to get out of it at this point,” Nat sighed, propping her elbows up on the table and leaning forward to mash the heels of her palms into her eyes for a moment before she looked up again. “I don’t really know much about it, if I’m being honest. And this whole deadline is hanging over me like a guillotine.” Nat mimicked a swift chopping motion. Let them watch soccer, she’d say before Sharon pulled the rug out from under the shaky foundation of her attempt to escape New York and heartbreak. She was so wrapped up in pushing the thoughts down and into a carefully compartmentalized part of her mind, she almost didn’t hear what Jamie said next. 

“Need some help?” Jamie asked, his eyes glinting with something Nat couldn’t quite place. 

This time, Nat almost snorted when she laughed, “and who would get stuck with that assignment?” 

“Me.” Jamie’s response came quickly and without hesitation and Nat could hear the unmistakable air of confidence behind it. The confidence of a man who had likely never been unsure of where he fit in this life. Me, he had said, like it was as easy as breathing. 

Nat blinked, surprised. “Help? From you?” In her head, it hadn’t sounded as harsh as it did when it came out, but if Jamie heard it in her tone, he didn’t give it a second thought. 

“Yeah, why not?” Jamie shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I play, don’t I? For Richmond and a bit for City. Might be easier if you get some tips from someone who, you know, actually knows about it on pitch level.” 

She stared at him for a moment, eyes slightly narrowed in consideration, part of her almost expected him to tell her he was just joking. She wasn’t even going to tell him she wasn’t sure what he meant by City.   

When Jamie didn’t retract the offer in her silence, Nat shrugged, as casually as she could manage; it wasn’t like she had anything to lose at this point. She had less than two weeks now and was stuck. Jamie Tartt—star footballer, not someone she ever expected to casually chat with in a random coffee shop, or even approach her with all her crazy coffee lady energy for that matter—was offering to help. For what reason? She wasn’t quite sure. 

“Alright,” she said slowly, a little hesitant but more curious. “I guess it couldn’t hurt.” After all, if Jamie Tartt couldn’t help her, she wasn’t sure anyone could. If Jamie Tartt couldn’t teach her about football, she might as well get on a plane and start thinking about changing her identity and living out her life in some remote village in the foothills of the French Alps. The old Nat can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, because she’s become a goatherd. 

Jamie leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his leg bouncing. “Alright then, what’s it about, the article?” 

Nat took a deep breath, feeling both relieved and nervous. She didn’t know what to expect, but maybe, just maybe, Jamie could help her untangle the mess of words swirling in her head.

Pulling herself together, she slid the laptop over to him, letting go a bit of control. 

“It’s supposed to be about Richmond’s season,” she explained, shifting forward and pointing at the angled screen. “And... Well, how it’s changed with all the new stuff going on. Ted, the promotion. But I can’t figure out how to make it, you know, sound good. It’s kind of just a bunch of words right now.” Nat didn’t add that she wasn’t sure they even made any sense and that sharing this with Jamie, someone who lived and breathed the sport, felt like she was baring a raw nerve to him and hoping he didn’t stomp all over it. Or laugh, maybe laughing would feel worse than stomping. 

Quietly, Jamie skimmed the few paragraphs she’d written, nodding as his eyes flicked back and forth.

Nat sat nervously for a moment, trying to determine where he might be in the bare bones article, almost opening her mouth to ask, when Jamie looked up, the same easy smirk still on his lips.

“Okay. I can work with this.” When he looked at her, he made full eye contact that made Nat squirm a bit, then he looked back at the screen, pointing out a line in the second paragraph. “First, stop trying to sound clever. Just write what you see.” 

Nat bit her lip, unable to hold back a small smile, angling the laptop fully toward him now, an open invitation. “Alright, football genius, go on. Show me how it’s done.” This time, she let herself smirk a bit, her nerves eased. 

Nat’s eyes stayed fixed on Jamie as he continued to scroll through her half-written article, her curiosity sharpening with each second. At first, she tried to gauge his reaction, searching for any flicker of approval or disapproval as he read on. But soon, her attention drifted away from reading his expressions and toward studying his face, each small feature there, the writer in her cataloging every detail to memory. She found herself mentally composing descriptors, painting an image she knew would linger long after Jamie left. 

The creases around his eyes caught her first. They deepened when he smiled, she’d noticed already in the first few moments they’d chatted just now—a sign that smirking was likely his resting state. Resting Smirk Face. The thought amused her. There was something about the way his face hinted at mischief even in moments of calm that had her biting back a smirk of her own. 

Then there was the interruption in his right eyebrow, that distinct sliver of space that broke the line—something she could almost hear Hannah comment on. Nat’s friend had a thing for the details, always reading too much into them. It paired well with her obsessive need to know zodiac signs, sun and moon to study any potential match in her life, love or social. 

Anyone who does that wants the attention, Hannah’s voice echoed in her mind, pulling Nat back to one of their post-yoga lunches. In her memory, Hannah motioned to her own eyebrow before biting into a meatball sub. It’s like the new bad boy hallmark. Forget a motorcycle, girl. Eyebrow thing? I’m telling you, that guy’s gonna show you a good time. I’m definitely into it. My last four matches on Hinge had it. Ask me if I had a good time with eyebrow thing Steve – go on, I’ll wait. 

Nat smirked at the thought. Hannah would be all over Jamie, she mused, half-entertained and half-distracted by the paradox that was Jamie Tartt—a football star she’d watched on TV in a crowded pub just yesterday, the same Jamie Tartt she’d awkwardly met in the hallway at Nelson Road for all of a few seconds, no more than a handful of words exchanged between them—now sitting across from her like this. The image of him was etched in her mind, both larger-than-life and entirely real, as casual and approachable as if they’d been in this routine for years. 

Jamie’s eyes, a shade of grey mixed with something between concentration and curiosity, were still moving over the screen, seemingly oblivious to Nat’s study of him. She never imagined she’d be getting football advice from Jamie Tartt. To be fair though, she wasn’t aware that even Jamie Tartt existed last week. 

“Right, so,” Jamie said, picking up and setting the laptop back in front of her, cutting Nat’s study of him short. “You’ve got the basics down, but you’re overcomplicatin’ it. Like I said, just write what’s happening—like, what you see, not what you think it should sound like. Make sense?" 

Nat nodded, feeling a bit foolish but also oddly reassured by his words. “Yeah, that does make sense.” 

“And don’t worry about it soundin’ fancy. People who read about football—they just wanna know what’s goin’ on, not get lost in big words,” Jamie added with a shrug, leaning back in his chair like he’d just solved all her problems and world hunger simultaneously. 

She couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind, thanks.” 

Jamie nodded and stood up, checking the time on his phone, and for a moment, Nat felt a pang of disappointment. He was going to leave, and she hadn’t even really figured out how to tackle the rest of the article. Maybe she’d have to slog through it alone after all. 

“I’ve gotta get back to trainin’,” Jamie said, confirming her suspicion. “But listen—if you want, you can come by. Watch us train, get a feel for how we play, might help with the article. I’ll keep helpin’ ya with it if you want.” 

Nat blinked. “Come to practice?” 

Jamie nodded, his thumb rubbing under his bottom lip casually. “Ted don’t mind people watchin’. Could give you more stuff to write about, yeah?” Nat appreciated that he didn’t correct her use of the word practice in place of training. 

She wasn’t sure what to say. The idea of going to Richmond’s practice was both intriguing and nerve-wracking. Would it help with the article? Absolutely. But also, watching footballers train in person felt... intimidating. 

Jamie must’ve seen her hesitation because he added, “It’ll be easy. Just sit there, watch, take notes. You’ll see how everythin’ fits together.” 

Nat smiled, despite herself. “Okay. Yeah, maybe I will.” 

He grinned back at her, looking genuinely pleased. “Good,” he said, standing up, a playful grin spreading across his face as he almost turned to leave, but then paused, as if an idea came over him. “Here, give me your phone.” 

Pushing aside an empty coffee cup or two, Nat unlocked it and handed it over, her brow furrowed as she watched him fiddle with it for a moment. “If ya have any more questions,” he said, handing it back with a smirk. She glanced at the screen, and there, in the contacts list, was Football God Extraordinaire. 

“In the meantime, check out some of the lads online. Dani, Sam, and... maybe me,” he added with a smirk, knowing full well he’d be in any highlight reel she’d find. “Look ‘em up, might help you see what’s good about our playin’. Gives you somethin’ to compare when you come.” 

Nat scribbled down the names in her notebook, her mind buzzing with possibilities. “Thanks, Jamie. This... actually helps.” 

He gave her a small nod, his cocky smile replaced by something a little softer. “Yeah, no problem. See you at the pitch.” 

With that, he turned to leave, tossing her a quick wave before heading out the door. As soon as he was gone, the coffee shop felt a little quieter, a little less vibrant. 

Nat sat back in her chair, staring at the empty cups littering her table. For a second, she couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. Jamie Tartt, offering to help her write a football article. And he’d bought her coffee. It all felt like a mark in the win column, a small turn of the tide in her favour. 

She took a deep breath, glancing back down at her laptop. Somehow, it didn’t feel as intimidating anymore. 

Maybe watching Jamie and the others at practice would give her what she needed to finish this piece. With a small smile playing on her lips, she opened a new tab and started searching YouTube for clips of Richmond’s players, taking a sip of her hot coffee. 

A/N: Guys, I’ve been in my feels a lot about Jamie lately and how he’s actually got the capacity to be the kindest, most thoughtful guy, because all the best parts of him come from Georgie. All the love she poured and still pours into Jamie. All the love he never lost but hid in some dark corner of himself to protect it, and the parts of him that were his mother, from James. Ugh. He protected that small little Jamie, the one that loved and was “soft” so hard that when it was okay for him to let it out, he forgot how. *deep sigh*. 

Anyhow, shoutout definitely goes to my real-life football guide, who occasionally brings me coffee while I’m in hyperfocus, without whom this story would be me making up a lot of things about football all of which would likely be incorrect and falling into deep dark internet searches about vague turns of phrase - because Nat and I have that in common.  

As always, let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the chapter updates!  

Taglist: @rexorangecouny 

[qweenofurheart]

could u explain ur ocs and ur uviverse? theyre pretty cool but idek what their names are💗

DW I GOT YOU! I know my posts aren’t very organized so I’ll try to make this sort of an overall guide.

GUIDE TO MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:

1. You Ate My Heart 🎀

This was an idea for a graphic novel I started in high school. The premise was a bit ridiculous (involved love spells, multiple dimensions and very abstract existential ideas) but I still am very fond of the characters and the themes of friendship, romance and depression, so I might eventually make something with them :)

Characters:

Kitty Chau/Zhou 🐈

She is the protagonist. She’s a Malaysian-Chinese student who immigrates to the USA in order to live up to her own academic expectations. She is honestly kind of a depressed and irrational person, but she also feels a lot of empathy from others. The premise begins because in a lapse of judgement she eats two hearts and ends up casting love spells on two others.

Winghead 🪽

He is one of the most popular guys at Kitty’s school. He is absolutely normal aside from the fact that he has wings on his head and no one knows his real name except for his family. He is well liked for being nice and chill to everyone. He used to date a girl named Inez (shown below) but they broke up at the end of Junior Year, and he still seems torn up about it. He is one of the people Kitty casts a spell on, and because he knows everyone in town, pretty much everyone knows when he starts acting awry.

Veel Abigail Drake 👹

She is a demon princess lol?? Kitty is jealous of her ability to express herself unflinchingly. She has some magical abilities like breathing ice and fire. She comes from another dimension (that is well known in the world, it’s just treated as like another country) and has a belligerent and extreme temper. She has a strong moral code that doesn’t really apply well in delicate situations. She is another person who Kitty spells, and bc she’s a princess, it messes up generations of politics LOL

The story seems SO serious but to be honest 90% of the time I draw these guys, it’s for the shits and giggles

2. Driver OCS 🏎️

I got really into motorsports this year (NASCAR, Le Mans, F1) so I started working on a story just to enjoy researching and writing a realistic + fun character within the world of racing!

Characters:

Santana Marsh 💥

He is half-Spanish one-quarter-Catalan and one-quarter-Irish. He was born in Louisiana but moved to North Carolina as a kid. He is 27 years old and I have written an entire backstory starting from when he began go-karting at age 8. He’s pretty much been driving his whole life. He’s competed in the Allison Legacy Series, Xfinity Series, Nascar Cup Series, and the WEC/Le Mans, and in 2024 he was signed onto the Scuderia Ferrari Formula One Team.

He’s very calm, jokey, and drives like no one else. However he also doesn't like to examine his own emotions due to his difficult relationship with his father after the death of his mother, which is something he needs to work on.

So if I were make a comic or something about him, it would be about his 2024 season, where he meets my other F1 driver characters, etc.

Logan Abujhaad 🌊

He is a rookie - two years into his F1 Career on the Mercedes Petronas team. He is 23 years old and Franco-Marocain. He has had a much less lucrative career than Santana and has a wealthy background - he grew up in Marseille. He competed in Formula Renault, Three, and Two with the support of his family.

He is polite and charming and has a lot of female fans. He’s ruthless on the circuit, and is quite promising as a rookie from his determination alone. His story follows his rivalry with his teammate and his friendship with Santana, as well as his personal struggles with his nervousness and regrets.

I also have other Formula One characters but these are the main two. You can see my other characters in this post.

I think my dream outcome for this project is to make an animated film. Who knows!!

If u have other questions or just want to add a comment feel free to send an ask!

[moecartoons]

So, I've been thinking about my Cybersites AU again recently and fleshing it out some more. It's the one where, originally, the idea was simply just the trio all being from Cyberspace. [Or just Matt, or some variation of who is and who isn't.] Matt is from Mt. Olympus, Inez from Sensible Flats, and Jackie from Happily Ever After.

In this AU, I've decided Motherboard will be a stronger Goddess-like presence. At first, she'll have a physical form and be confined to Control Central. If she leaves it, she becomes weaker. And instead of the trio being accidentally roped into Cyberspace's problems, they'd be hand-picked by destiny, lol.

Motherboard was once told that her heir would betray her and it would be up to a child of her 'once most beloved cybersite' to find the other two. [I was going to say, like, daughters of harmony and magic, but... uh... that sounds familiar, doesn't it? Oops. I promise I'll find better prophecy titles for Jackie and Inez.] Motherboard thought this was nonsense until everything went down with Hacker and she found her powers beginning to weaken and become limited.

Mt. Olympus is one of the oldest Cybersites and Motherboard once had a very close relationship with it. Over the last few centuries, however, the Gods of the cybersite no longer see her as their Mother but as purely an outsider or even rival. Matthias' mother is one of the few Gods left who see Motherboard in good light so she is considered an outsider, which is also due in part her relationship with a minotaur.

So, Motherboard speaks to Matthias and tells him that he's to find two others to help her stop Hacker. He also gets to meet Digit and Dr. Marbles, but they're not allowed on this first journey as it has to be completely up to Matt to find the other two. Or possibly for the other two to find him.

I don't have all the details ironed out, but let's talk about Inez.

Inez is, by Matt's words, a sort of "princess" of Sensible Flats. Her Aunts, Judy and Trudy, brought her in after their brother died. They're highly protective of her. They agree, tho Judy reluctantly so, that she'll be raised be a Judge, not a Sheriff. And in the meantime, she's tasked with taking care of the town's garden and keep up moral. When things get dicey in the Old Western Cybersite, she's the first to be hidden away.

Of course, Inez wants to do more for the town and cybersite she loves. She's seen as far too young and priceless to be allowed to help in any bigger way, though. This is why when Matt, after seeing her skills and intelligence in helping prevent a Hack Attack, offers her to join the Cybersquad, she jumps on it.

Next is Jackie, who is a Fairy Godmother in training in the cybersite of Happily Ever After. She and a few other magical-types of Good are trained under Cinderella's Fairy Godmother. While the others are exceeding, she struggles to keep up. She can't grant wishes or preform tricks in a traditional sense.

She can only conjure up illusions, nothing real. It's considered mostly useless, especially by her self. She would tell you she's only good at flying and making pretty sparkles. This has forced her, however, to become skilled outside of magic. She can sew, cook, draw, act, and even fight better than most fairies can... without their magic, of course.

More than anything, she wants to help, and she fears that she'll fail her story without magic. Matt however thinks Jackie is very powerful, and she happily joins him and Inez. She thinks she can do more good in helping them and Cyberspace then failing back in HEA.

The three of them share a common want to help others and to be seen as more than what they are now.

Matt's story is either revealed at the beginning or throughout this journey. He's seen as a misfit on Mt. Olympus, the son of a Goddess and Minotaur, giving him Herculean-like abilities. He has a dangerous amount of knowledge on all the Gods' business, and his hubris is seen as that of believing he's anything more than dirt. And due to his father, his "Achilles' heel" is covered by the green chlamys.

Digit's story is largely unchanged, but his role is even more fatherly/Uncle-like due to the kids being from Cyberspace. He sees them more often, knows their parents/guardians, and they don't get to be invincible to some things in Cyberspace due to being Earthlies anymore. They also come to him, Dr. Marbles and ofc Motherboard more often and on their own, whether to visit or if they're seeking advice or help.

The trio also know Hacker on a slightly more personal level. While they may have only had a few encounters with him before while he attacks their Cybersties, they also know his story in real time. They were told stories of him being good since they were babies, and witness his betrayal, banishment, and revenge in real-time.

It is during this first adventure that Hacker gives Motherboard the virus. She may possibly lose her physical form, saved by Marbles and placed in a giant computer unless I come up with something else.

The Cybersquad's adventures continue from this point forward similarly to the show, except they have an extensive knowledge on Cyberspace, there's no mentions of Earth, and there's ofc possibilities for more stories surrounding their new backgrounds. If you read all the way to the end wow ty!

[taysdorothea13]

what does drunk/high wrenny look like

drunk wren has two moods. she’s either a princess, or she’s so sloppy drunk she’s over emotional and a stage five clinger. there is no in between. she’s either having her friends open the door for her, having them go up to the bar to get her shots, holding her head high and being so silly and crazy, or she’s slouched over in the booth, mascara running down her cheeks because she keeps forgetting she has makeup on and rubbing her eyes, and she’s clinging to james telling her the most random stories and facts. james is her designated drinking partner once their both over twenty-one, and blake and taylor don’t know whether it’s a good thing that they have each other, or if they should send inez to go stand guard outside the bar. if it’s a james and wren drinking night, most likely they’re both stumbling back to taylor’s flat. drunk wren consistently forgets she has her own apartment, and will fight anyone who tries to bring her back to her own place, especially if she’s drinking in the city. james doesn’t even try to fight her on it anymore, and they both just stumble up into the apartment, knocking shit over, rummaging through the kitchen for snacks and more wine. if taylor’s home, she’s entirely unsurprised and just stumbles through the house half asleep to go help them make grilled cheese sandwiches because that’s always what they want, and sometimes, if they aren’t too shitfaced, she’ll stay up for a glass or two of wine with them. she refuses to go out clubbing with them if it’s not a closed event, which drunk wren always throws a fit about, but drunk james just giggles and asks taylor to call her mom so they can really have a party. and fuck, you know what, blake has definitely joined them at three in the morning for a glass of wine too. and then it just turns into taylor getting both wren and james up the stairs and into wrens bed, where they proceed to pass out the second their head hits the pillows.

high wren is so mellow, so calm, so “i think im albert einstein”. she will have the most outrageous daydreams, just staring into space, unable to have an actual conversation that doesn’t just consist of “im thirsty” or “im hungry”. she takes edibles on her own to help manage her anxiety and insomnia, but she’ll social smoke like once a month because mama didn’t raise no pussy, and usually it’s with james and gracie, selena’s sister. high wren is always so annoyed that gracie doesn’t bring selena to their hangouts because she, without fail, gets the munchies seven minutes into being high and decides then that she wants selena to cook a seven course meal. so that always leads to her texting selena something like “why was i never a guest on your show. i want homemade tacos and tiramisu”. it gets to a point where selena arranges a day where wren and gracie can come over and smoke and she’ll cook for them, and wren is in absolute heaven. she ends up on the couch watching wizards of waverly place with gracie, and selena can only roll her eyes because how did these kids grow up so fast, and clearly they’ve done a good job at raising them because a twenty-one year old wren is literally requesting her company while she smokes weed.

y’all are not ready for my thoughts on high wren and high hayley. this is the ultimate duo, they are entirely unmatched. i do think wren and hayley hang out a lot once wren reaches an age where she can do things by herself and travel on her own will. they’re both just very chill to begin with, and wren is always willing to listen to hayley have a one sided conversation about music, and hayley’s always willing to let wren explore her closet and take notes of things in her wardrobe. they genuinely just feed each others creative instincts so well, and we all know hayley is a stoner. i live for her insta stories that are like “im high again and so i will not be spam posting on my insta stories” and so they’ll spend the entire day together, just talking about their own careers, talking about life and relationships and trauma, (they don’t have the same trauma at all, but hayley definitely gets wrens sense of abandonment and why she feels she’s unlovable and love is pointless, so they basically play therapist for one another) and then they’ll smoke. and one time wren posted a picture of them on the couch and there’s a joint on the coffee table and the smoke is visible in the picture, and the internet explodes with shit like “hayley williams knows wren swift?!” and “paramore’s hayley williams is getting high with taylor swifts daughter?” and that prompts hayley to get on her own insta story and be like “yall know she’s been calling me aunt hayley since she was five? this is literally just aunt/niece bonding time”. but then aunt/niece bonding times turns into a full week of wren just staying with hayley and doing life with her. wren is close with blake and selena, don’t get me wrong, but once she meets hayley, they’re family from the get. it doesn’t matter how much time has elapsed since they last saw each other, they will pick up right where they left off and just really be aunt and niece. i think wren definitely would’ve stayed with hayley in nashville when she first left home for work. she’d have found work in tennessee and hayley would’ve been the first to offer a room and wren would agree because why wouldn’t she want to spend her days doing the career she loves and her nights with one of her favorite people ??!

[luucypevensie]

🌟 + Thea, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

YAS, THANK YOU ALEXANDRA! Tagging @daughter-of-melpomene and @ginger-grimm because Thea's their godchild

because all for you by janet jackson is thea's favorite song, she completely memorized the dance and new directions was shocked when they saw her dancing to the song perfectly at the beginning of s1

thea had competed in equestrian competitions ever since she could learn how to ride. she was gifted thor as a reward for doing well in her first competition because her parents thought she could handle the responsibility

she loves hand-written letters: the penmanship, putting your innermost thoughts into words, the romanticism of it all

her number #1 crush is always fred astaire (in her mind, no one can compare to him), and her #1 girl crush is judy garland (thea would've DIED for her)

thea can never pick between english and french for her favorite subject (she loves paris and loves the elegance of the language, but she lives for reading a classic novel and then dissecting each different part)

she unfortunately has a terrible immune system, so she tends to get sick a lot (which is fine by her because it means more cuddles from persephone, her cat)

her father got her first guitar when she was about 5, and she never got over how right it felt in her hands as she strums each individual string

she's also very talented at the piano, and whenever iris wants a turn at being the lead singer, thea would take over the keyboards for her

during their time away from new directions in s2, thea formed a band with augusta, iris, max (her childhood best guy friend/ex), and inez (his girlfriend whom the other three adore). they named themselves the midnight pumpkins (after cinderella, thea's favorite disney princess and fairytale), and would perform all over lima and columbus with thea's original songs

contrary to belief, finn is not thea's first love. thea's first love was a college guy named jude whom she met in columbus when the midnight pumpkins were performing at a local joint (he thought she was really talented and pretty, and she felt butterflies over hearing his english accent)

[thecookieverse]

Cookieverse: Schools

Milkyway Elementary

Known Students

Alfajor Cookie (Inez)

Apple Cookie

Apple Dodger Cookie (Ferb)

Astronaut Food Cookie (Dib Membrane)

Babosa Cookie (Tanis)

Banana Pancake Cookie (Quincy)

Basil Cookie (Buttercup)

Bell Pepper Cookie

Berry Gel Cookie (Sally)

Berry Smoothie Cookie (Keesha)

Bitter Melon Cookie (Violet)

Blackberry Pie Cookie (Schroeder)

Blue Corn Cookie (Boomer)

Blue Taro Cookie (Tim)

Blueberry Kulfi Cookie (Baljeet)

Blueberry Jam Cookie (Lucy)

Burrito Cookie (K.O.)

Candy Bone Cookie (Skid)

Candy Jack Cookie (Ralphie)

Carrot Puff Cookie (Arnold)

Cavatappi Cookie (Frieda)

Champurrado Cookie (Carlos)

Chili Dog Cookie (Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr./Numbuh 2)

Chocolate Swirl Cookie (Jimmy Neutron)

Concord Juice Cookie (Sibella)

Coney Dog Cookie (Winnie)

Cornflower Cookie (Franklin)

Cranberry Flan Cookie (Jackie)

Cream Pie Cookie (Charlotte)

Cucumber Cookie (Dendy)

Daffodil Cookie (Dorothy Ann)

Dandelion Cookie (Jimmy)

Dirt Cake Cookie (Pigpen)

Ditalini Cookie (Leo)

Farfalle Cookie (Annie)

Food Coloring Cookie (Adeleine)

Fruit Punch Cookie (PPG!Brick)

Ghost Pipe Cookie (Phantasma)

Gold Truffle Cookie (Princess Morbucks)

Gouda Cookie (Buford)

Green Bean Cookie (Phoebe)

Hokey Pokey Cookie (Wallabee Beetles/Numbuh 4)

Honeydew Cookie (Elsa Frankenteen)

Key Lime Cookie (Cyberchase!Matt)

Lemon Gel Cookie (Charlie Brown)

Marshmallow Bunny Cookie (Panini)

Matcha Choco Cookie (Kuki Sanban/Numbuh 3)

Mellowcreme Pumpkin Cookie (Pump)

Mint Cream Cookie (Peppermint Patty)

Mochi Cookie (Wanda)

Nori Cookie (Butch)

Oleander Cookie (Grim Adventures!Mandy)

Orchid Cookie (June)

Pink Lemonade Cookie (Blossom)

Pixy Powder Cookie (Timmy Turner)

Pudding Pop Cookie (Chowder)

Pumpkin Brownie Cookie (Marcie)

Raspberry Jam Cookie (Linus)

Salsa Chip Cookie (Phineas)

Salted Caramel Cookie (Abigail Lincoln/Numbuh 5)

Soda Bread Cookie (Fanny Fulbright/Numbuh 86)

Soft Serve Cookie (Funkin Dusk)

Strawberry Fool Cookie (Nigel Uno/Numbuh 1)

Sufganiyah Cookie (Isabella)

Sugar Cookie (Bubbles)

Star Jelly Cookie (Zim)

Tangelo Cookie (Billy)

Tangerine Tanghulu Cookie

Vieux Lille Cookie (Sarah)

Walnut Cookie

Former Students

Five-Layer Cookie (DCFDTL); were kidnapped and brainglazed by Black Olive Cookie (Father)

Tarator Cookie (Vendetta); Expelled for horrific bullying and her dessert monster creations hurting other students. Also the incident where she tried to take over the school on show-and-tell day. That too.

Known Faculty

Beacon Apple Cookie (Bea Spells-A-Lot, part-time tutor)

Gelatin Cookie (Edd/Double D, part-time science tutor)

Honeycrisp Apple Cookie (Ms. Frizzle, teacher)

McIntosh Red Cookie (Will Wedgewood/Wonder-Red; teacher)

Nigiri Cookie (Makoto Nijima, part-time tutor)

Orange Pippin Cookie (Ms. Keene, teacher)

Sucrose Junior High

Known Students

Apple Pie Cookie (Paula Polestar)

Beacon Apple Cookie (Bea Spells-A-Lot)

Blueberry Churro Cookie (Frida Suarez)

Bratwurst Cookie (Rolf)

Camembert Cookie (Ed)

Candy Jewel Cookie (Jewel Sparkles)

Caprese Salad Cookie (Kevin)

Chocolate Truffle Cookie (Trixie Carter)

Circus Peanut Cookie (Peanut Big Top)

Custard Doughnut Cookie (Jeff Andonuts)

Ergot Cookie (Hotaru Tomoe/Sailor Saturn)

Fish Stick Cookie (Lee Kanker)

Garlic Cookie (EW!Dawn)

Gelatin Cookie (Edd/Double D)

Granola Cookie (Jonny)

Grape Jam Cookie (Mabel)

Gum Scrap Cookie (Ness)

Jawbreaker Cookie (Eddy)

Lanatus Dragon Cookie (Jake Long)

Lemon Swirl Cookie (Lucas)

Limburger Cookie (May Kanker)

Mashed Potato Cookie (Marie Kanker)

Orange Swirl Cookie (Claus)

Passion Fruit Cookie (Nazz)

Peanut Butter Cookie (Dipper)

Pork Rind Cookie (Porky Minch)

Prickly Pear Cookie (Kumatora)

Rocket Pop Cookie (Dot Starlight)

Russet Potato Cookie (Arthur “Spud” Spudinski)

Spaghetti Marinara Cookie (Spot Splatter Splash)

Sprinkle Cookie (Crumbs Sugar Cookie)

Valerian Cookie (Pillow Featherbed)

Whipped Cocoa Cookie (Mittens Fluff 'N' Stuff)

White Truffle Cookie (Pacifica Northwest)

Yellow Lily Cookie (Rose)

Fructose High School

Known Students

Ackee Fruit Cookie (Monika)

Apple Cider Cookie (Applejack)

Beef Bowl Cookie (Yu Narukami)

Berry Soda Cookie (Ami Mizuno/Sailor Mercury)

Blackberry Cheesecake Cookie (Totally Spies!Mandy)

Black Currant Cookie (Raven)

Black Rose Cookie (Sam Manson)

Buffalo Sauce Cookie (Randy Cunningham)

California Roll Cookie (Naoto Shirogane)

Candy Ring Cookie (Rarity)

Chamomile Cookie (Yuri)

Chocolate Crepe Cookie (Ann Takamaki)

Clam Cookie (Cyborg)

Confetti Cake Cookie (Pinkie Pie)

Cordyceps Cookie (Shawn)

Coriander Cookie (Starfire)

Creme Sandwich Cookie (Danny Fenton/Phantom)

Curly Fry Cookie (Howard Weinerman)

Curry Cookie (Futaba Sakura)

Gala Apple Cookie (Sammy)

Gateau Cookie (Vanessa)

Gummy Fish Cookie (Lagoona Blue)

Haricot Vert Cookie (Jean-Sebastian Renault/Wonder-Green)

Hero Cookie

Jelly Worm Cookie (Ghoulia Yelps)

Kale Cookie (Robin)

Katsu Sando Cookie (Akira Kurusu/Joker)

Kumquat Cookie (Leshawna)

Lemon Mint Cookie (Frankie Stein)

Marshmallow Pie Cookie (Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon)

Manju Cookie (Yukiko Amagi)

Meat Bun Cookie (Ryuji Sakamoto)

Melopita Cookie (Cleo de Nile)

MRE Cookie (TD!Brick)

Myrtle Cookie (Minako Aino/Sailor Venus)

Nanaimo Bar Cookie (Owen)

Nigiri Cookie (Makoto Nijima)

Orange Blossom Cookie (Zoey)

Orange Creme Cookie (Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton)

Orzo Cookie (Mike)

Pansy Cookie (Fluttershy)

Papanași Cookie (Mariana Kretzulesco/Wonder-Pink)

Pepperoni Pizza Cookie (Geoff)

Pink Licorice Cookie (Draculaura)

Pizza Cookie

Pizza Pocket Cookie (Total Drama!Sam)

Poppy Seed Cookie (Clover)

Potato Stew Cookie (Yosuke Hanamura)

Protein Bar Cookie (Tyler)

Purple Tea Cookie (Sierra)

Red Delicious Cookie (Amy)

Ruby Choco Cookie (Sayori)

Salsa Cookie (Candace)

Samosa Cookie (Noah)

Sandwich Cookie

Seaweed Brownie Cookie (Bridgette)

Shaved Ice Cookie (Abbey Bominable)

Sour Straw Cookie (Tucker Foley)

Some Total Drama contestants (Excluding Biscuit Cookie/Ezekiel, obviously.)

Sports Drink Cookie (Rainbow Dash)

Steak Cookie (Chie Satonaka)

Strawberry Cupcake Cookie (Natsuki)

Tin Cookie (Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter)

Toaster Tart Cookie (Harold)

Tofu Cookie (Beast Boy)

Vegemite Cookie (TD!Jasmine)

Veggie Chip Cookie (Totally Spies!Sam)

Vichyssoise Cookie (Rise Kujikawa)

Watermelon Snake Cookie (Deuce Gorgon)

Wolfsbane Cookie (Clawdeen Wolf)

Wonton Cookie (Alex)

Yakitori Cookie (Kanji Tatsumi)

Former Students

Cobalt Cookie (Scarlett; Expelled after it was discovered that she was trying to recruit students to the Cookies of Darkness)

Dagwood Sandwich Cookie (Norville “Shaggy” Rogers; graduated)

Deviled Egg Cookie (Fred Jones; graduated)

Sweet Potato Cookie (Velma Dinkley; graduated)

Toxic Sludge Cookie (Izzy; expelled due to her crazy antics)

Patisserie Academy

A high-end private high school.

Known Students

Buttered Pancake Cookie (Goro Akechi)

Champagne Cookie (Mitsuru Kirijo)

Chicken Salad Cookie (Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus)

Coffee Crisp Cookie (Cody)

Fruit Salad Cookie (Haru Okumura)

Galette Cookie (Lindsay)

Jagariko Cookie (Yusuke Kitagawa)

Loco Moco Cookie (Justin)

Rose Water Cookie (Senpai/Kenji Sakubara)

Saba Sashimi Cookie (Michiru Kaiou/Sailor Neptune)

Saffron Cookie (Alejandro)

Sashimi Cookie (Heather)

Tuxedo Cake Cookie (Mamoru Chiba/Tuxedo Mask)

Watercress Cookie (Dakota)

Former Students

Blueberry Cheesecake Cookie (Daphne Blake; graduated)

Sugarcane Academy

A university/college

Known Students

Black Rice Cookie (Krishna Ramanujon/Wonder Black)

Blackthorn Cookie (Faith Fernandez)

Blueberry Tart Cookie (Vicky Schmidt)

Calla Lily Cookie (Joy Johnson-Johijima)

Cherry Pepper Cookie (Amira Rashid)

Cypress Cookie (Setsuna Meiou/Sailor Pluto)

Elderberry Cookie (Oz)

Filius Blue Cookie (Dahlia Aquino)

Ghost Pepper Cookie (Damien LeVey)

Gummy Hoop Cookie (Gogo)

Henbane Cookie (Hope Halko)

Ikasumi Pasta Cookie (Zoe)

Keema Cookie (Aaravi Mishra)

Maki Roll Cookie (Hiro Hamada)

Potato Chip Cookie (Scott Howl)

Purple Kale Cookie (Liam de Lioncourt)

Rafflesia Cookie (Brian Yu)

Saltwater Taffy Cookie (Miranda Vanderbilt)

Sour Snake Cookie (Vera Oberlin)

Taco Cookie (Fred Frederickson IV)

Vodka Cookie (Polly Geist)

Yuzu Cookie (Honey Lemon)

Zucchini Cookie (Wasabi)

Former Students

Slushie Cookie (Boyfriend/Jacob; Dropped out)

Parfaedia Institute

An all-ages magic school set in the city of Parfaedia

Known Students

Acai Cookie (Twilight Sparkle)

Bay Laurel Cookie (TD!Dawn)

Clerodendrum Cookie (Musa)

Coralline Algae Cookie (Tecna)

Cream Puff Cookie

Fruity Puff Cookie (Leonard)

Nasturtium Cookie (Bloom)

Prune Juice Cookie

Sunflower Cookie (Stella)

Tulip Cookie (Flora)

Water Lily Cookie (Aisha)

Known Faculty

Almond Cookie (Preventing Magical Accidents & Mishaps professor)

Capricious Wizard (Substitute Teacher)

Eclair Cookie (History professor)

Espresso Cookie (Theorems of Coffee Magic professor)

Latte Cookie (Entry-Level Magic Circles professor)

Parfaedia Principal (Principal)

Former Students

Ackee Fruit Cookie (Monika, transferred to Fructose High)

Honeycrisp Apple Cookie (Ms. Frizzle, graduated)

Mistletoe Cookie (Icy, expelled)

Nightshade Cookie (Darcy, dropped out)

Prune Cookie (Yzma; graduated… Somehow… in her youth)

Zephyr Lily Cookie (Stormy, dropped out)

Scovilla

An all-ages school situated in Dragon's Valley

Known Students

Capsaicin Cookie 

Jalapeño Cookie (Duncan)

Kimchi Cookie (Scott)

Known Faculty

Scovillia Headmaster (Headmaster)

Former Students

Mala Sauce Cookie (Graduated)

Buffalo Sauce Cookie (Randy Cunningham; transferred to Fructose High)

Sriracha Cookie (Chef Hatchet; Graduated)

Creme Knights Academy

A paladin/knight school situated in the Creme Republic

Known Students

Kouign-Amann Cookie

Known Faculty

Creme Knights Preceptor (Premier)

Former Students

Financier Cookie (Graduated)

Madeleine Cookie (Graduated)

MRE Cookie (TD!Brick; Transferred to Fructose High due to being bullied for his fear of the dark)

Snowbell Academy

An academy for cookies who wish to become holiday cookies

Known Students

Stollen Cookie

Strawberry Cream Cookie

[yhamh]

Writing Prompts Inspired by Taylor Swift

Collection of lyric prompts

“Like we were in Paris”

“Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur”

“That was the night I nearly lost you”

“I’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me”

“And you know damn well for you I would ruin myself”

“Who could ever leave me, darling?”

“Never be so clever you forget to be kind”

“I think your house is haunted”

“I had a marvelous time ruining everything”

 “I don’t want to miss you like this”

 “Friends break up”

 “You’re the hero flying around”

 “Drunk on this pain”

 “Don’t want no other shade of blue but you”

 “I didn’t like the ending”

 “What should have been you”

 “Is it too soon to do this yet?”

 “This night is flawless”

 “I’m really gonna miss you picking fights with me”

 “Been saying yes instead of no”

 “I knew everything when I was young”

 “Lights are off”

 “I can make the bad guys good for a weekend”

 “Got a long list of ex-lovers”

 “Say you’ll remember me”

 “You made a really deep cut”

 “The 1950s shit they want from me”

 “One day I’ll watch as you’re leaving”

 “Broke his heart cause he was nice”

 “And by the way, I’m going out tonight”

 “They ask, ‘Do you have a man?’”

 “I’ve been scheming like a criminal”

 “None of it was accidental”

 “They see right through me”

 “My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been bruised”

 “Taking shots at me like it’s Patron”

 “Stealing hearts and running off”

 “Burton to this Taylor”

 “He looks up grinning like a devil”

 “We’ll make it out of this mess”

 “Did the love affair maim you too?”

 “Maybe I asked for too much”

 “I’m still a believer”

 “Lovelorn and nobody knows”

 “In a world of boys he’s a gentleman”

 “I didn’t like the ending”

 “Meet me at midnight”

 “I’d be saved by a perfect kiss”

 “I’m the problem, it’s me”

 “I wanted that pain”

 “Weird but fucking beautiful”

 “Lately she’s been dressing for revenge”

 “Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?”

 “Wear the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man”

 “Now I’m All For You like Janet”

 “I thought that it would kill me but it didn’t”

 “No rules”

 “For you I would ruin myself”

 “The joke’s not funny at all”

 “The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo”

 “A tiny screen’s the only place I see you now”

 “What must it be like to grow up that beautiful”

 “Were there clues I didn’t see”

 “You heard the rumors from Inez”

 “You’ll be made of ashes, too”

 “And there’s a lot of cool chicks out there”

 “Guess it was a lawless land”

 “Heartbreak is the national anthem”

 “Trying to find a part of me that you didn’t touch”

 “The note on the polaroid picture”

 “Please don’t be in love with someone else”

 “You can make me a drink”

 “Is it chill that you’re in my head”

 “It used to be mad love”

 “This is our house, we make the rules”

 “Think about the place where you first met me”

 “I’ve been the prey”

 “Make fun of our exes”

 “Love made me crazy”

 “Since she brought you down”

 “I’m so sick of running as fast as I can”

 “Heartbreakers gonna break”

 “I could feel you sneaking in”

 “I’m getting tired even for a phoenix”

 “In a storm in my best dress”

 “I guess I don’t have a say”

 “I pay the price of what I lost”

 “You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess”

 “Cancel plans just in case  you call”

 “I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you”

 “I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way”

 “It’s you and me, that’s my whole world”

 “You’ve still got it in your drawer even now”

 “I got that good girl faith”

 “The role you made me play of the fool”

 “The lights are so bright but they never blind me”

 “Tried to stalk you on the internet”

 “Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?”

 “Your mama don’t know” 

“Walk away and leave me bleeding”