#remember how shy they were during the eclipse and NOW LOOK

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers Trailer | Kantbison + UNHINGED

CURRENT CAUSE OF DEATH.

I'm sorry - they did not prepare us for this. BDSM??? A 500-Days-of-Summer DANCE NUMBER?! THESE TWO ARE GOING TO BE SO INSANELY DERANGED AND CHAOTIC, I LOVE THAT FOR THEM.

[moonlight-sonata99]

Best Friend

Neteyam x reader

Part 2 more than friends

A/n: We getting on the best friend trope because IT'S CUTE! i just feel like that's the best way of falling for this guy, Btw If you feel like you need more dw  this is still being written it just got so long i need to make a part 2-

Warning: Heavy pining on readers side. 

 We were so young when we met, My parents were warriors and The Olo’eyktan and his mate met during a ceremony, They became friends shortly after.

“ Go on [Name}...Introduce yourself” My mothers hand brushed against my head urging me to go forward and the two parents ahead of me gazed at me smiling lightly. I fiddled with my fingers and i looked up at them meeting there gold eyes, 

“H-hello,” I murmur nervously as i set my gaze back down my cheeks warm out of nervousness. The adults laugh and talk 

“They're adorable.” The lady says through a smile and looks at my parents. They continue to talk and i begin to walk away slowly until a hand places itself on my shoulder i let a gasp as i look up to see the olo’eyktan who whispered a small hi as he sat in front of me his other hand placed on the back of another kid who looked at me with a small shy smile on his face.

“I want you to meet someone, His name is neteyam” He said looking at his son and looking back at me patting neteyams back and standing up and walking away to talk to the other adults.

You and neteyam stood there as the adults in back of you spoke loudly,you spoke up still nervous,

“Uhm..Do you wanna go play?” i ask sticking my hand out as he looked at my hand and smiled and gave me a nod with a small ”Hmph!”and placed his hand in mine as we headed out the hut.

“WOOO” I yelled out into the air as water splatter into my face,steering my ikran. Neteyam who was admiring the landscape turned his head at me with a smile “Your really enjoying this arent you” he said his ikran coming near mine. 

“Of course!I rarely got to see you when i came back. Your so busy” i exclaim  as he nods looking ahead 

“I know,so-” 

“Dont apologize. I-i didnt mean it that way, It came out wrong” interrupting him i look at him “i imagine being a big brother is hard work” i softly say and he turned his gaze to me and his gold eyes then set on the horizon.

“Hey..this was meant to get your mind off things so…race ya!” i say and my ikran swoops down, The air becoming more violent as i hear neteyam scream behind me

“That's not fair!” I could hear the smile in his voice though, as I continued to smile and continue.

~~~

“I’ll get you next time though” i laugh jumping off of my ikran and walk towards neteyam, as he smiles 

“I would like to see that..If i don't beat you again” he laughs as he takes off his visor,and walks on the platform overlooking the view. The light was halfway gone making everything golden, I walked next to him lightly nudging his shoulder as we sat down on the edge of the floating rock. We stay quiet,admiring the beautiful view. 

“So really how are things back there hm?” I softly ask, as he turns to look at me. 

“So-so, getting lo’ak out of all that stuff” he chuckles looking at his hands. He looks at me again. “What about you?”  he ask placing his hands on the ground and leaning on them,

“Mehhh, You know. Hunter stuff. I'm glad that all done though cause now ill be able to bug you and terrorize lo’ak!'' I exclaim as he laughs. And he shakes his head.

Neteyam’s family felt like they were my family. My parents died a long time ago. I barely remember them now,I feel bad about it sometimes. When It comes to family it feels like the whole village is also my family.After my parents died everyone took care of me in a way. But I always stayed near the sully’s. Near Neteyam. 

We spoke about stories,experiences we had while we were separated. Until the eclipse fell and we laid there looking at the stars.There Light hypnotized us as we gazed at them. 

“Neteyam…we should go back.you parents would be worried” i whisper, never tearing my gaze away from the sky.

He stayed quiet, 

“Neteyam?” I whisper again as I turn my head to look at him. His eyes were closed and his chest rose up and down softly. His lips were opened slightly and his cheek was pressed against the ground.As his right hand reached towards me slightly opened.

My heart thumped in my chest, as my eyes stayed on neteyam sleeping form. As I brought myself closer to him and rested my head against his. My breath is heavy. Looking up to the stars once again,i asked myself

‘How have I never noticed what a beautiful man neteyam has become?’

 I spent the rest of the night looking at the stars and stealing glances at neteyams face.

My eyes opened and the light blinded me as I brought my hand up to my eyes and covered them.  I yawned and stretched. Then my eyes widened as I turned my head quickly to look at the beautiful man next to me. I grabbed his shoulders and shook them lightly.

“Neteyam!!neteyam!!” I whispered to him in a sharp tone, as his eyes opened quickly as he looked at me.

“What happened??” he asked, his voice groggy from sleep.

“We have to go!! Your dad is going to kill me!” I called my ikran and he called his. As he looked at me smiling.

“Are you scared of my dad?” 

“uhm ,yes??i've seen him when he gets mad at lo’ak,worst case he grounds you.” I state getting on my ikran and looking at neteyam, saluting at him with two fingers 

“Good luck soldier” i say before flying off as he laughs

“Where are you going?! you basically live with us!” he says laughing loudly.

One year later

“Hey,are you doing okay?” i ask catching up to Neteyams ikran with mines, he turns to look at me

“Yea,I'm okay. Just..never rode an ikran this long” He states shifting his body to be more comfortable.

“You said it. My butt hurts.” you blurt out as a small laugh erupts left of you, as you turn your head to look at the little eavesdropper.

“Good morning little tuk-tuk” I say looking at tuk you had just woken up and held onto neytiri.

“Hello!” she said, flashing me a smile, as i made a silly face at her and he in return returned it back. Shaking my head and laughing, I look forward.

It was quiet. Only the wind passing my ear made a sound and the occasional cry of an animal. 

I was happy that Jake had asked me to come with them. I almost cried when Neteyam told me his family was leaving the forest. I don't know how I would have managed not being able to see them. 

Not being able to see my Best Friend at all.

Well “Best friend”

 I let my ikran fall behind as i let my eyesight fall to the back of Neteyams head,his braids flowing in the wind.

It's been a year now, since..that night in the mountains. Ever since my heart beats only for neteyam, He has never spoken of mates…yet. I was afraid he ever would, I let out a sigh as looking down. I dont know if i could ever le-

“So…you're making goo goo eyes at him again?”  a voice interrupts my thoughts,my head darts up to see kiri smirking at me. My eyes widen and my cheeks warm up.

“Uh-at the view, yes it's very beautiful. Isn't it?” I say looking at the view ahead of us as kiri shakes her head giggling.

“It's okay,to say it y’know,I won't tell a soul.” she said, placing a hand on her chest. Our ikrans falling more behind from the group.

“I..it's not weird is it?”I softly ask her gazing back at the group just to ensure no one heard us.

“No..not at all!” she reassured me with a gentle tone, as I felt heavy weight lift off my shoulders.”Look if it makes you feel any better, every time we had a meeting back at home…Lets just say there was always a pair of eyes looking for you.” she states and begins to rejoin the group, as my eyes widen a little bit and i look toward her “w-wait kiri!!”

Days passed,then we found ourselves in the lands of the Metkaina, And then months passed and it felt like we had been there forever. But never forgetting our home in the forest, I for one could never get enough being in the water. It was like another home for me, and being in the water was so serene. Everything was still  as well as gentle. I swam through the small corals as I admired the school of fish that I had come across. After the fish had left I looked up at the surface to see the light coming through the water. It was such a sight to behold, I would lay there until I felt myself running out of breath. That's exactly what I did. I gasped for air,pulling up the hair that had gotten in my face. 

“Figured i’d find you here” a voice said behind me,

“Neteyam?hey!” I said , turning around to face him. As he swam towards me

“No big brother duties?” I ask with a smile on my face as he moves his hands through the water. 

“Actually dad told me to “Take it easy”” he admits looking around him.

“Really?” I breathe out “Well that's a first.” I add as neteyam nods.

“Hey, there's still light out.'' I state as he looks at me.

“So..?” he trails off as i stick my hands out towards him as he turns his gaze to it, he lets out a ‘Ohh’ and takes my hand. 

“It's beautiful out here. Let's enjoy it” i say before dipping my head underwater and swimming deeper, letting the water guide us as our bodies flowed through it. I felt Neteyam’s hand slip away from mine,turning my head to look at him. He seemed to be entranced by the same view I love. To see light shine through the water, I swam up near him, floating in the water. He didn't seem to notice me. His gaze set on the surface above us. I let myself admire him, Neteyam’s braids flowed in the water and moved as if they were magic, and his face lit with the light that came through. And his golden eyes shine even more. 

I wanted to stare at them for as long as I could,if he would let me. 

 Ma Neteyam,If you were to ever choose a mate

Choose me.

[marinetteocean]

Part 11

With Hunter's comforting smile, Amity took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Waiting for an abomination to open the door, Amity was shocked to see her father.

Her father was the one who opened the door.

"Mittens!"

"Dad!" she shouted and give him a tight hug.

He spoke with tears flowing from his eyes "Titan l can't believe you actually find a way back! Twins will be so surprised and happy to see you."

"lt's funny but l missed them like crazy." said Amity and pulled back to end the hug.

While Hunter was looking at this cute moment with happiness, another voice came from behind.

"Even if you hadn't found a way, we would have found you anyway." said Darius and approached.

"We were just making a portal door that could be used at any time thanks to the collector." added Alador.

"We were just able to make it for a one way trip." said Amity.

"Hunter are you okay too right?" asked Alador.

"Yes, thank you for asking Mr.Blight."

"You're really looking way better than the last time l see you" said Darius while smiling.

"Thank you, l must admit l had great time at the human realm but l also missed here." said Hunter.

Amity pulled her father inside to leave alone the two shy guys who can't say they missed each other.

After a few silent moments during which they both struggled to speak, Darius spoke.

"Hunter, while you were in the human realm l thought about something. l don't know whether you want or not but l have an offer to ask. Would you want to live with me?"

"Me? Living with you?"

"Yeah l know it sounds weird-"

"No, no not weird! l would be so happy to live with you!" said Hunter cheerfully.

"Well then, it settled."

At the same time, Amity asked a question to her dad. "What will you do, if you won't do some kind of weapons?"

"Well...l want to invent new things that will help people and make their life easier. Maybe l can continue to make self-defend weapons too."

"lt sounds nice, if you let me, sometimes l can help you too."

Alador looked thoughtful for a moment and then spoke "lf you just want it to spend time with me, l can make you sure l will spend a lot of time with you and the twins"

"Well just not because of that but it would've be a reason too. lt's a nice thing you think that, dad. lt's surprising. You are really trying, l see now."

Alador approached to her and hold her hands. "I'm aware of my mistakes and l made a promise to make it up for you and the twins. I'm sorry l wasn't by your side when you needed."

"l forgive you dad."

"Thank you sweetheart."

"Seeing you as a father is odd." said Darius as they walked in.

"l have three children Darius, get used to it."

Amity and Hunter looked at each other and grinned.

"By the way kids, everyone will come here in the evening and we will have dinner together. There are things we must talk about." said Darius.

"Like what?" asked Hunter

"Let me guess, what will be the new management system, what will education be like if the coven system is abolished, how will those who help the emperor be tried..." said Amity.

"Actually these are some of the topics, so yeah." said Darius.

He studied Amity's appearance and turned to Alador. "l've never seen her before, have l?"

"No, just the twins but it was a long time ago. Actually Amity is the one you would definitely like, she also uses Abomination magic and pretty good at it."

Hearing such praise from her dad for the first time in her life, Amity didn't know what to feel, and since it was spoken in front of the coven head of Abomination magic, she had no choice but to try not to tear up.

"Yeah she is. You remember the Eclipse Lake disaster, it was a disaster for Kikimora because of Amity." added Hunter. He remembered Kikimora's faces color at that day and laughed.

ln that moment, Amity made a promise to herself to praise Hunter in the best way possible when the time came.

"One day l would like to see what you can. And l like your hair color, not green at least." said Darius to her.

"Thank you Mr. Deamonne and l would like to show you what l'm capable of too." said Amity trying to look cool with all her strength.

"So who wants to see the portal under construction?" asked Alador.

"Me!"

[the-kr8tor]

Hehe I'm excited for this one! And it's okay Katy, I understand! Don't worry, I know you'll reply eventually:)

Daily Hobie HC! Okay so- bit of background. Imagine if you were the deity of the sun and stars. You were in charge of the sun and its habits, as well as the multiple other 'suns' of the universe. Hobie is the deity of the moons, in charge of making sure they're orbiting correctly, as well as being able to control shooting stars.

Hobie, Deity of the Moons, has never even thought of meeting you, until he had seen you exploding one of the stars, creating a gorgeous supernova.

His deep, silvery, ethereal eyes met yours. Your eyes, which glowed so much brighter than any of the stars in the universe.

Ever since then, he has wanted to come close to you. To maybe talk, yet he never knew how to approach you. After all, you two were polar opposites.

You were the sun, he was the moon. Could it ever work?

Not unless he didn't try.

During the rare event of an eclipse, he found the opportunity to approach. As Hobie worked his magic, slowly edging the moon to be fully in front of the sun, the silver engravements on his skin glowing faintly. However, he found them glowing stronger the close you came to him. (Cus the moon doesn't shine without the sun!)

With a smirk, he playfully asks you if you like what you see, noticing you looking at the eclipse that he was working on.

Ever since that specific moment, you two have been talking quite a bit. Not as much as you or him hoped, but it was enough to keep a stable friendship (for now).

However, Hobie remembers the exact moment when his heart felt like a supernova in his chest. You two had traveled onto Earth, without each other's knowledge.

As the sun began to set beyond the horizon, Hobie stumbled upon your grace, high on a mountain, undisturbed by human kind, your palm outstretched towards the sun as it slowly set, taking in the warmth. After all, you'd need it.

Hobie took a seat next to you, complimenting you to start the conversation, as always. As you both spoke for a while, he outstretched his fingers towards the moon, slowly rising it to reflect the sun's shine onto the Earth.

He watches as your jaw dropped in awe at the rare blue moon, a sight only able to be seen on Earth.

As you explain that you came down here to see him raise the moon tonight, Hobie's heart stutters, overjoyed by how you two may be acquaintances, yet you still decided to come on Earth to watch him rise the moon from here. The blue moon, specifically.

Ever since that night, Hobie could never get you out of his head. Of course, you both still were doing your duties, but he loved taking the opportunity to see you.

And you can't deny it either, but you did love what you saw.

However, both of you were too shy to ever say something, often just resorting to friendly teases and a few flirts. Until, September 23.

Hobie adores going down to Earth to raise the moon at this particular date, as it's considered the harvest moon; the 'biggest' moon.

This time, you had asked to come with him for the night, wanting to watch him raise it. Saying that his stomach was doing flips when you asked was an understatement.

You were dressed stunningly. You always were, in Hobie's eyes, but this time, in your human disguise, you were breath-taking. And you couldn't even formulate words for how handsome Hobie had dressed for the occasion.

e raised up the harvest moon, admiring the gorgeous detail from Earth. Everything always seemed so beautiful from Earth, with the obliviousness of vast space outside the atmosphere.

Apart from just talking tonight, Hobie decided that he had an idea. Once the festival began, Hobie offered his hand to you, offering you a dance. With a smile brighter than the sun, you nod.

He decides to lead the dance, whisking you around everywhere with his hands on your mortal body, in tune to the music that both seemed to fill the air as you two danced the night away, lit by the light of the moon.

As the Earth turned, showing the sun peak out, slowly rising, you pull Hobie close, both of you panting with large smiles against each other. Unable to hold yourself back, you cup his face, pressing your lips against his in a solid kiss. -🐦‍⬛

Awwww ily thank you for understanding!

Daily Hobie HC!!

Omfg i am in awe! This is so gorgeous! The imagery and the vibes! It was a short read but my god i was so into it it was like i was reading a full fledged fic. You write so well! And i should be telling you that more bc this was fantastic and an amazing read! No extra notes from me bc it was perfect! Absolutely amazing ❤️❤️❤️

Also I imagined this like they were in ancient times and it was immaculate 😍 (he looks so great in an ancient greek robe)

If you ever decide to write something pls do! You're really good at it ❤️

[ask-healthy-light]

After Stygian's brave words, which warmed the hearts of everyone around the table, yet also greatly worried them for his safety and well-being, the shy Unicorn sat back down and sighed deeply, before he wiped away some sweat from his forehead; and Eclipse thanked him for his courage, but they added that if a moment of uncertainty ever arose, he had but to tell them, and he would be led elsewhere.

Without uttering another word, Stygian nodded, discreetly reaching for the hooves of both Starswirl and Starlight, who could feel his hooves quiver in fear, before they worriedly looked at the other, out of his sight; but though Eclipse noticed how nervous he was, and how concerned his friends were for him, they warmly smiled as they nudged Sunburst, and asked him to lead the others to the Heart.

However, as Sunburst led the others out of the Hall, after he, Nox, and Stygian, had passed through the doors, Eclipse asked Starlight, Spike, and Starswirl to wait for a moment, silently mouthing to Sunburst they would be with them in a moment; and Sunburst nodded, catching Nox's attention just as Stygian reached the stairs, whom she decided to follow from a short distance away, just to be sure.

Back in the Hall, Eclipse's smile faded nigh immediately as they started apologising to the others, promising them that neither they nor Sunburst meant to cause so much worry, and swearing they would not let anything happen to him for as long as they all breathed; for Twilight remembered the Shadow that had enveloped Stygian, from whence they managed to rescue him, by the grace of the Princesses.

Never again would they let such pure evil and utter nothingness rise again to harm innocent beings, since they would not dare to imagine what deeds the Pony of Shadows, a name they whispered like the wind on a windless day, had committed; and they shuddered to think of what horrors Stygian had seen during his time stuck within its encompassing Shadow, of which, they had caught a but mere glimpse.

Neither Starswirl, nor Starlight, nor Spike, uttered a single word, as they struggled to keep their minds focused, trying to lead themselves away from the cliff overlooking the depths of imagination; but they were snapped out of their focus when Eclipse asked them to stay close to Stygian, for they knew not what would happen if, or when, he met another Pony, who had also been corrupted by Shadow.

While in the Hall, to their relief, the others all wholeheartedly agreed to Eclipse's request, near the doors to the Palace, Stygian had taken a seat on the ground, leaning against the wall, allowing Nox to catch up with him; but the Dragon-Pony merely smiled and nodded to the grey Unicorn, who, to her surprise, warmly smiled to her in return, before she stopped by the doors, and closed her eyes.

Though she still held hope everything was all right, as her lip started to tremble, Nox focused her mind, and reached out to her Mother, and her Aunt and friend trapped beneath the Palace, praying to all the stars and the heavens above for them to be safe; and when Nox heard them all calmly ask her whether she had learned anything mere moments later, she only narrowly managed to steady her voice.

After Nox loudly cleared her throat, loud enough for Stygian to hear, she told Celestia, Light, and Luna that they were headed out to meet them, with more familiar faces to help them; for Eclipse had introduced her to Starlight and Stygian, who arrived through strange means along with Starswirl and Spike, but it was only her and Stygian near the doors for now, as Eclipse asked the others to wait.

As she turned to look at the young and Grey Unicorn, sitting against the wall with his eyes closed, Nox admitted she was terribly worried for him, for though she knew little to nothing of what he had gone through, it was clear he suffered greatly at the hooves of his host; and she wished for him to heal, adding that she hoped his friends could help him overcome any and all struggles ahead of him.

A strange, yet familiar voice interrupted her before she could continue, which said:

"Thank you, miss Nox… I knew not how dearly I desired to hear somebody say this..."

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Featuring: Nox Lunarwing from @nox-lunarwing Solar Eclipse and Twilight Sparkle as Twilight Eclipse from @asktwilighteclipse

[pondering-and-wondering]

Solar Eclipse Part Three

A Spider-Man Fanfiction 

Previous Part

Platonic!Doc Ock X Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: Peter Parker is your Best Friend and your mom is a nuclear fusion scientist who works closely with Doctor Otto Octavius.

Author’s Note: Here is part three!! I am once again profusely thanking @dreaminrubies for being the greatest and everyone should go follow her and read her stuff. Also writing this made me sad.

Warnings: Death, Death Mention

The next morning you woke up early to ride into the city with your mom. Leaning your head against the glass of the car window you watched the towers and skyscrapers pass by, watching the clouds dance through the lightning rods of the concrete jungle.

“We aren't going to the main building, I don't remember if I told you that. We’re going to Otto’s personal lab, it’s better just in case… in case of anything…and if anything happens I want you out of there” she murmured, reaching over to hold your hand and giving it a hard squeeze.

“Don’t talk like that, you guys have been working at this for years. Everything will go great and we’ll get renewable energy for everyone and it’ll be fantastic!!” you chirped. If you were being honest you didn't know how this was going to turn out. In best case scenario everything worked out, Oscorp bought the technology and distributed it across the world. Worst case scenario… you had no clue, and you really didn't want to find out. It was better to not put it out into the world.

You squeezed her hand back, taking a deep breath as she found a parking spot. It wasn't even your presentation but you were a nervous wreck. Part of it was being worried about how stressed your mom was. You could see her constantly picking at her nails, the troubled look in her eye despite the grin on her lips. Maybe you were also nervous to see Doctor Octavius. 

You had met him on several occasions and he was a very sweet man. He and his wife, Rosie, had known you since you were tiny. He always remembered to bring you your favorite sweets when you came by with your mom. But it had been at least five years since you had seen him and you had changed and grown. Would he still see you as the little one you once were?

Getting out of the car, you took your bag and put it on walking next to your mom as you went inside. As you walked in you could hear the chattering of the scientists getting set up for the demonstration, and louder than the others came the booming voice of Doctor Octavius.

“Let’s move those pick-up receptors a bit out of sight, they don’t want to see the math, they want to see the sun”

“And the sun they will see, good morning Otto, I’m sure you remember my little one…though they aren't nearly as little anymore” your mother beamed, walking over to him with newfound confidence. You trailed two steps behind her and gave a shy nod, greeting yourself with a small hello.

“But of course, how could I forget? Though it's been a few years now. It’s a shame had I known you were coming I would have told Rosie to bring those treats you always liked…Rosie! Come look who’s here” he chuckled, full of excitement and enthusiasm as he practically bounced over to his wife. Any semblance of being nervous was gone. You relaxed your shoulders and let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. Nothing to worry about at all.

You looked to the side and started to take in the actual fusion equipment. It looked like it was straight out of a Sci-Fi flick. Except this was way more actual science and way less fiction. Your eyes lingered on a large heap covered in a cloth. If the portal-looking thing was the reactor, which it seemed to be, what the hell was under that? You assumed the answer would come with time, and if it wasn't revealed during the presentation you’d just ask Otto himself.

As you started to wander, Rosie came over to greet you, embracing you in a big hug before starting to catch up with you on the last few years. You had so much respect for both her and her husband, but Rosie was the one who seemed to remember that you were an adult. As you spoke more people started to make their way in. Reporters, scientists, businessmen…but no Peter yet.

You weren't surprised at all. For most things, you actually started the habit of telling him to be places half an hour early. But you didn't want him to get locked out. Would they lock up the lab? You genuinely had no clue. Rosie had to get up, helping Doctor Octavius set up a few last-minute things. While you had this moment alone, you shot Peter a text.

“Hey, are you almost here? The demonstration is gonna start at any minute”

Two minutes later you got a response.

“Hey hi hello there was traffic I’ll be there ten minutes tops”

“Make it five minutes”

“I make no promises you know this”

“Love you”

“See you :)”

You sighed a bit looking out at the river before you heard Doctor Octavius start his spiel. You slowly walked over and kept to the back, only half listening before feeling a tap on your shoulder. You jumped, holding back the gasp, your head shooting back at him.

“Peter Parker you cannot do that to me… and why do you like you’ve been in a wind turbine?” you asked, whispering furiously.

He gave you a confused look, running his hand through his hair and shrugging “Don’t know, I'll explain later, pay attention” he whispered back, nudging your shoulder with his. You rolled your eyes and went on your toes, trying to see what was going on.

As you tuned back in you heard Doctor Octavius say “And now let me introduce my assistants.” But he had already introduced all his fellow scientists? You watched with curiosity as he walked over the cloth cover heap you had been eyeing, taking off the cloth to reveal a backpack-like metal contraption. Attached were four large tendrils. You looked back at Peter, making eye contact before looking back. 

Doctor Octavius continued to explain their purpose as he got harnessed in. The room collectively grimaced as the device attached itself to his back.

“That thing has got to hurt…did those needle things go in him?” Peter whispered in your ear. You nodded and kept your eyes glued to what was happening as the actuators were activated, slowly hovering around the Doctor. Maybe it was the human tendency to anthropomorphize but those things seemed odd. You knew Octavius controlled them he just explained how, not that you entirely understood it. They seemed almost too life like for you to be comfortable. The metal moved too fluidly. And yes, science can do crazy things, but it was like a cousin to the uncanny valley phenomenon.

Before you could get too caught up in your thoughts Octavius announced “And now onto the main event” where your mother and a few other scientists helped unveil the fusion reactor. You reached behind you to squeeze Peter’s arm. This was it! This is what your mom spent years of her life working on. You felt Peter leaning in again and you braced yourself.

“You think that thing could double as a portal to Narnia?” he teased and you tried your best to hold back a snicker giving him a whack on the arm.

You watched Octavius work, seeing him take what was apparently called Tritium and make a sun in the machine.

“Holy Shit they actually did it” you whispered, watching in awe as the sun grew larger and larger illuminating the laboratory.

You felt Peter starting to tense up behind you and he moved forward to hold you. 

“Pete, what are you-” you turned to look up at him but notices the metal fixtures in the room bending towards the reactor. Paper clips and jewelry started flying towards the pseudo sun.

“Keep calm! It’s only a spike, it’ll soon stabilize” called Octavius. 

“You need to get out of here right now,” Peter said seriously.

“Are you kidding me? I can’t just leave what about my mom?” you argued, shoving your way out of his hold. 

“They’re telling people to evacuate, the system is overloading. Go!! I’ll be right out with your mom as soon as possible but you go!!” 

You looked at him silently, staring him down for a moment. “Fine, I trust you…be safe” you whispered, hugging him before running off. You stopped for a moment to try and see your mom. You caught her briefly. Typing away furiously as one of the activity monitors before looking up at you. Locking her eyes with yours she gave you a small nod, mouthing “I love you” before you were caught up with the crowd trying to get out.

You ran past the building, seeking refuge in a nearby Shake Shack, hoping that was the goldilocks zone of safety. You quickly sent you and your mom a text.

“ I’m at the Shake Shack waiting”

No, response, as to be expected. It would take them a while to even look at their phones, right? They’d find you and then you’d cry with them, and it would just be a bad memory you shared. 

You waited there for what felt like an eternity. You could hear several booms and thuds reverberating through the streets and it took every ounce of self-control to not go running after the emergency vehicles heading in the direction of the lab. Pacing up and down the block, your eyes scoured the area trying to see Pete, your mom, or the both of them. Maybe if you used up every once of hope in your body everything would be okay.

As you turned to walk down the block you paused and closed your eyes, only to feel a pair of arms around you.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” said the voice. It was Peter. He was okay. You whipped around and hugged him tightly.

“I was so worried about you don’t ever do anything like that ever again” you murmured into his chest, waiting for the voice of your mom to interrupt.

But it never did.

You pulled away from him and looked around confused, feeling the tears start to well in your eyes. “Peter, where is my mom, you told me you’d bring her where is she?”

He didn't say anything, looking down at his feet and starting to rub his eyes.

“Peter where is she? WHERE IS SHE?” you shouted, lunging forward to grab his arms.

You saw the tears trickle down his cheeks, his shoulders quivering “I’m sorry…I’m so so sorry…by the time I got to her…there was so much glass…I’m so sorry.” He covered his face with his hands and shook his head. You let go of his arms and backed away once more.

“P-Peter you cannot be telling me what you are telling me you can not,” you said quickly. Your breathing was picking up and you held onto your chest, shaking your head violently.

“She wasn't responding there was nothing I could do- I’m so sorry” he sobbed.

And with that your mother was dead. 

This was the worst-case scenario. 

Next Part

[lottiebagley]

Space Girl- George Weasley

Space Girl, show me the stars You know the galaxies of my heart

George Weasley was not excited for his first astronomy lesson of the year. He'd agreed to do the class simply because he needed to fill his timetable and it seemed more enjoyable than history of magic.

That's what he had told Fred at least.

In reality he had opted for astronomy for one specific reason. Y/N Y/L/N. She was a shy Hufflepuff girl and although he had never spoken to her George was absolutely enamoured with her.

So, as he dreaded the lecture ahead he tried to remember that this cloud had a silver lining, and it was a silver lining that was absolutely worth it. This was all confirmed when he walked into the astronomy classroom and saw her.

She was sat at a desk at the back of the room. Her hair twirling round her finger as she studied the open text book in front of her, seemingly unaware of the chaos around her. George noted happily, that none of her friends seemed to be in the class and rather than asking to sit with Angelina and Katie like he had been planning he figured what the hell and went for it.

"Hey, is it alright if I sit here?" He questions, willing his cheeks to not flush red when he looks up at him

"Oh, of course you can George," she nods, moving her stuff to the left to make room for him. He feels his heart leap at her knowing that it was him and not Fred.

"How did you know?" He questions, head cocking to the side to look at her better. He smiles slightly at the bright red flush on her cheeks.

"You aren't that hard to tell apart," she shrugs

"Our own mother can't always do it," he pesters, he's genuinely intrigued how she seemed to know so easily.

"Uh, okay then. You're slightly taller so when you are together I could always work out who was who. From there I just kind of noticed little things, you have two freckles on your neck, Fred has a scar above his eyebrow. Your face is slightly longer, your nose is a little longer and has that cute little bump in it, your hair falls completely differently and your lip has a little curl in it. But the easiest way is that you have a different vibe about you," She rambles like it's the most obvious thing in the world and George himself wouldn't haven't been able to explain the physical differences so well.

He's pretty sure his heart melted on the spot.

"You should tell my mum all of this," he smiles gently, not knowing how to respond and explain that he's never felt more seen in his life.

"Sorry, I'm not a creep or anything I swear. Just observant,"

"It was quite sweet actually," George smiles, biting back a chuckle when her face blushes a bright red. "So, you any good at Astronomy?" He questions politely

"I'm okay. It's probably my best class. I've always known about it so," she shrugs, cutting herself off. She knew that George was a pure blood and probably wouldn't want anything to do with her if he knew she was a muggle born.

"You're a muggle born right?" He questions, she's surprised his tone doesn't sound angry or accusatory like was often the way with pure bloods, instead genuinely interested.

"Yeah," she confirms "my older sister is obsessed with astrology so I knew a lot about it before I got here. It's probably the only subject I didn't fail first term," she admits, George smiles softly. He can only imagine how hard it would be to come to the school with no magical knowledge.

"Look at you now, you're top of the year in almost everything," he points out

"Yeah, Ced helped me find my feet and after I settled in it all made sense," she explains. George knew that her and Cedric were best friends, he was a lot more outgoing and George had never quite understood how their friendship worked but it was no secret wherever one was the other wasn't far behind.

Girl, are you a cancer? 'Cause you make me cry When we kiss or dance in the sky We're dancing in the sky

"Hey space girl," George grinned brightly as he dropped into his seat

"If you've forgotten my name you can just ask you know," she blushes a little, not thinking that the boy she had fancied since second year could actually have given her a cute pet name.

No. The only logical explanation is that he had forgotten her name but after being sat next to her for two weeks now was much too polite to ask for it.

She had told Cedric this and he had laughed loudly, ruffling her hair and telling her that she would do well to remember how beautiful she was.

"I know you're name. Y/N Y/L/N. You're a Hufflepuff, obviously," he gestures to her tie before carrying on "Your best friend is Cedric Diggory and you two are always together. You tutor my little sister in potions. You help Professor sprout with the plants in the green house on a Sunday morning. You like to study in the library, specifically the second table from the back left corner. You never eat carrots but you love peas and you always buy two chocolate frogs at Honeydukes one for the walk back and one for a treat that night. I'm not a creep. I'm just observant," He finishes his ramble with a reference to when she had proved just how well she knew him a few weeks prior.

She sits, slightly astounded as he looks at her like his ability to list off so much information about her that she had never specifically told him shouldn't be a shock.

Her heart melts on the spot and she's pretty sure her crush just became real feelings.

"Why?" She questions quietly, not really meaning for him to hear

"You're beautiful and I like looking at you," he shrugs, turning to the text book in front of him. He notices her eyes still staring at him and turns to look at her "hey, you wouldn't want to study together one night this week would you?" He questions, smiling at the blush that overtakes her cheeks

"Yeah. I'd love that,"

"Amazing, does Wednesday work for you? I could meet you at the library after classes end,"

"Sure," she nods shyly, biting her lip to stop a smile and having no clue the very action makes George want to kiss her senseless.

"I know the table," he grins, chuckling when she blushes bright red before turning back to his book.

Space girl, I saw a lunar eclipse Looked like how I feel 'bout your lips Space girl, the only way that we'd end Was if you were sucked into a black hole

'You'll be fine. Just be your self and if he doesn't love you he is stupid,' Cedric's words ran around her head as she remembered sitting in his dorm whilst he calmed her down and Cho did her hair. She had protested to the couple that it wasn't a date but they had still insisted on helping her get ready during their free period after lunch.

Now, sat in the library she tried to remind herself that George was a lovely boy and wouldn't do anything to make her uncomfortable, he probably didn't even think of her like that.

"There's my space girl, you're looking particularly beautiful today," George is beaming as he approaches the table she's sat at, taking the seat next to her.

"Hey George, good day?"

"It's better now i'm here. Fred hasn't shut up about Millie all day, I mean I know he fancies her and all but seriously you'd think she hung the stars in the sky herself," He complains, not admitting even to himself that Fred would say he was just as smitten for his astronomy partner. "How was yours?" he asks, opening his bag to pull out his astronomy text book

"It was okay, Ced managed to blow up our potion so we have detention tomorrow night," She shrugs

"I'll see you there," He grins

"Why am I not surprised?" she deadpans and he allows his laugh to fill the air around them

"You know me to well," he blushes a little as he says it and forces himself to not stare at the way she bites her lip to stop from grinning. Half wanting her to stop so he could see that beautiful smile that seemed to be all he thought about and half wanting her to bite that lip every time he sees her because something about it was so attractive to him. "Do you mind explaining the constellation we learned about last lesson to me because I won't lie I was very distracted?" He doesn't feel like admitting that it was her that he found so distracting.

"Of course," She grins, unfolding her star map and pointing out the constellation Lyra "So Lyra is latin for Lyre, it is like a stringed instrument basically a harp, and it's associated with the myth of Orpheus," She begins to explain

"The musician guy?"

"Yeah," She confirms, watching as he takes notes of what she is saying "Orpheus was given the harp by Apollo, and it’s said that his music was more beautiful than that of any mortal man. His music could soothe anger and bring joy to weary hearts. Wandering the land in depression after his wife died, he was killed and his lyre  was thrown into a river. Zeus sent an eagle to retrieve the lyre, and it was then placed in the night sky and that's the story behind the constellation Lyra. It's best seen in August, and, it kind of looks like a lopsided square with a tail to Vega, it's brightest star," She recites, pointing towards the star on the constellation.

George tries hard to remember to focus on what she's saying, listening intently but he can't help his mind from wondering, instead scanning her face, every small detail, the way her eyes lit up as she talked, the way her lips curl in a small smile when she stops talking and notices him staring at her.

"Distracted again," he admits

"Clearly, you find astrology boring," she teases

"No, I just find you distracting," He admits, his heart melting as she is unable to stop the bright grin on her face. She doesn't say anything, simply grabs her notebook and opens it to the right page

"Copy my notes so you can at least teach yourself the content, the textbook is confusing," she instructs before turning back to her own work. They work silently for the next hour, dutifully copying notes and planning for their essay that's due in next week but routinely stealing glances at each other, blushing when one catches the other.

But I'd still spend my days dreamin' 'bout you Dreamin' 'bout you Tell me how to Stop dreamin' 'bout you

"Were you listening to anything I just said?" Fred questions, waving his hand in front of his brother's face

"Sorry, what was it?" George questions, pulling his eyes away from the Hufflepuff table. Fred sighs, turning to look at what George has been staring at and is not surprised in the slightest.

She is sat amongst her large friend group, despite being shy around people she didn't know she was chatting happily to the group. Cedric on her right, is laughing at the story she seems to be telling and Archie Young, who George hated simply for his obvious crush on her, is clinging onto every word.

"You are so whipped,"

"I know, it's embarrassing. I can't stop thinking about her and she probably only sees me as a friend,"

"Hey, don't say that. She would be stupid to not like you Georgie, besides, she stares at you just as much," Fred reassures his brother, usually he would tease him but he knows that this girl is different, it means something. "I still don't believe that she would never get us mixed up," Fred ponders, in reality he didn't doubt it, if George said she could tell them apart then why doubt him, but Fred wanted a moment alone with the girl.

"I swear to you that she wouldn't,"

"Lets test her," Fred exclaims, jumping up and tugging his twin out of the hall and to their dorm.

They spend an hour getting ready, stealing Ginny's eyeshadow to draw two fake freckles on Fred's neck, stying his hair attempting to fix every minor detail to make them utterly identical.

When they find her, she's hugging Cho Chang before turning around on her own and walking towards the Hufflepuff common room.

"Go hide," Fred instructs, shoving George towards an empty classroom he can watch from.

"Hey space girl!" She turns immediately at the name, mildly confused when the person approaching isn't George.

She had never spoken to Fred before and immediately feels herself becoming a little shy.

"Uh, hi Fred," she smiles as politely as possible. Fred stands with a smirk on his face.

"You fancy my brother," he states, she blushes a furious red that seems to be the final confirmation Fred needs, his moment alone with her providing the answer he had wanted.  

"I-uh-he-that-it-" she stutters out, Fred's smirk only grows as she turns impossibly more flustered before sighing  "How did you know?"

"Telling us apart is hard, especially when we try, you must really like him to know so quickly. Besides that reaction alone was enough to let me know I'm right,"

"Does he know?"

"He's blind," Fred shrugs, eyeing her as he decides he likes her, she clearly cares for George and that's all that matters to him.

"Right," she nods awkwardly

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you around," Fred grins before turning on his heel and heading back up the corridor to where an oblivious George is waiting.

Girl, are you a Cancer? 'Cause you make me cry When we kiss or dance in the sky We're dancing in the sky

George can't help the wide smile on his face when he sees her. She, like all the other 6th year astronomy students, is sat in her robes on the astronomy tower despite it being 11:45. He picks up the star map from a pile and heads towards her.

She is sat around a corner, almost out of eye line from the class completely and if he hadn't been looking for her he probably wouldn't have even seen her.  He sits down next to her, pressing his back against the cold stone wall just as she was doing.

The task was simple, to draw a diagram of the constellations they could see that night with the correct names onto an unlabelled star map and then from 6am tomorrow they had 48 hours to write an essay explaining each constellation they had found, it was their final assignment for the first term of school. George thought that was stupid, why would they do the task that involved sitting outside at night in December and the written exam in the summer when it would have been warmer.

"Hi," she speaks softly, the moonlight made her glow and George could have sworn she was an angel. Her own map was already a quarter full and wordlessly she arranges it so George can copy the notes she's already made.

"Hey, you okay?" he questions, noticing the way she curls into herself

"Just cold," she nods, he flashes her a smile, digging into his bag and pulling out a spare sweater and a blanket, both knitted by Mrs Weasley. He passes her the jumper

"Are you sure? you have it with you so that you won't freeze. I can't take it," she blushes

"No, I'm already wearing a jumper," he points out "I figured I'd bring a spare cause I knew you wouldn't think too," He adds with a smile, she blushes but accepts the jumper from his hands.

"thanks," she smiles, he nods. Watching as she pulls the jumper over her head. Her heart somersaults at the smell of George that envelopes her, his does the same at the sight of her in his jumper that looks baggy and too big, the sleeves like paws on her hands, and the large 'G' sewn into the front making him blush a little.

He wraps the blanket round one of his shoulders holding the other side out for her

"I don't bite," he speaks softly, it's like he can read her mind and knows she's thinking about how close they will be to sit under his blanket together. She blushes and giggles a little and George could die happy having heard that sound.

She shuffles closer, wrapping the blanket around her shoulder and begins to point out the constellations she's already mapped for him, cocooned next to him in the blanket.

They work together for the next twenty or so minutes as she stifles yawns, eventually allowing her head to droop onto George's shoulder when he teases her for stifling yet another yawn.

"This blanket smells like you," she mumbles, he blushes madly but can't help the smile

"Are you warm enough?"

"Bit cold, I'm fine though," she admits, he rolls his eyes at her as she shivers a little and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to him

"Better?"

"Better," she confirms. She didn't mean to fall asleep but all cozy and warm being held by her crush it was impossible not to.

Not wanting to wake her, George finishes both his star map and hers before dozing off, his head resting on hers. He knew he should have woken her to go back to her dorm but spending the night sleeping with her in his arms was just too tempting.

She wakes up before him, having slept better than she ever had before and feeling utterly blissful in George's arms. That is until she realises she hadn't finished her work, she can't help the beam when she sees George has done it for her. She wants to stay wrapped in his arms but feels it better to leave now so it isn't awkward. In return for completing her work she takes her astronomy notebook that has all the answers to the essay written simply and leaves it on top of his star map, she knew the answers from memory anyway. Not even sparing the doodles and comments in it a thought.

She slips out of his hold, sneaking through the other students who fell asleep and heading back down the tower stairs to the main school, forgetting to take off his jumper.

George wakes up disappointed to not find her in his arms but smiles when he sees her notebook.

I hope you play this song some day And think of Earth Girl who loves Space Girl

George can't help the sigh as he explains to Fred where he had been all night.

"That all sounds pretty good to me Georgie," Fred comments, wondering why his brother seems down after his night with the girl.

"It was, I'd just hoped she'd be there when I woke up," he admits

"Well think about it like this, when have you ever had the opportunity to be disappointed that she wasn't there when you woke up before?" It's Hermione Granger who speaks up, she'd been listening to the twins talk on the sofa next to her and Harry's without really meaning too. It was just more interesting than Harry and Ron's discussion.

"you're right. It's better than nothing. Thanks Granger," he nods in agreement. He begins to flick through her notebook, not to study but simply enjoying the little doodles and her comments.

And then his world stops.

"How many people can you think of with the initials GW?" his questions is almost under his breath but Fred hears, perking up from the puking pastel plans he had been working on

"Just you and Gin, why?"

With no explanation George leaps up, jogging out of the room. Fred look mildly baffled until he sees her open notebook, and sure enough written on a corner amongst drawings of stars and planets is a little 'gw' with a heart next to it. Fred smirks and closes the book, turning back to his notes with a feeling of glee for his brother.

When George Weasley arrives outside the Hufflepuff common room he suddenly realises he has no clue how to actually get in, he stops, slightly out of breath from his sprint staring at the barrels.

"Hey George," her voice makes him jump as he turns to see her and Cedric approaching

"Hi," he smiles, suddenly not really sure what to say

"Well, now I've walked you back I'm going to go and find Cho," Cedric smiles politely at George, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl as she blushes.

"You looking for someone?" she asks politely

"You, actually,"

"Oh, what can I help you with?" she asks, he has no idea what to say "Oh! your jumper, it's in my room. You can come with," she smiles, reaching out and tapping at a barrel and then climbing into the passage that opens.

He follows wordlessly, glancing around the large circular room that is filled with yellows and blacks. She walks a little more confidently than he's seen before and smiles happily to the people who call out to her but doesn't stop to chat with them. He decides he likes it here, not only because it's so cosy but because he likes seeing her so at ease.

He follows her into her circular dorm room and towards a fourposter covered in pillows and blankets, his jumper sitting folded on top of the trunk at the end.

"I actually wanted to talk to you," he admits, it's now or never.

"Of course, what's up?" she questions, sitting comfortably on her bed and gesturing for him to sit down next to her

"I- well- how many people do you know with the initials GW?" he questions curiously, she looks at him, clearly mildly confused.

"Springing to mind just you and Ginny," She answers, not really sure what the point of his question is.

Without thinking for even a second he pulls her face to his and plants his lips on hers, kissing delicately before pulling away. She stares at him, utter shock in her eyes and mouth agape.

"I-I am so sorry. I just- well there were the initials GW in your notebook and a little heart and well I thought maybe you liked me back and then I heard you only knew me and Ginny and I assumed, which was wrong of me- and- merlin- I'm so sorry-" he's rambling anxiously and his hands wring through his hair

"Back?" her question is a whisper and he snaps his head up to look at her

"Yeah. I like you. Kind of thought that was obvious," he admits. His heart flips at the wide smile on her lips before her hands grab his neck and pull his head down so his lips meet hers. She kisses him with passion and hunger and he finally gets to bite down gently on that lip he's watched her bite a million times.

Her arms stay wrapped around his neck as she lies back on her pillows behind her, pulling him with her and not breaking the kiss for a second. They only pull apart when she needs to for air. But the beam on her face and her flushed cheeks make George want nothing more than to kiss her again.

"Wanna go do the essay together?" he questions

"We have 48 hours, we could stay here and cuddle," she suggests, a little timidly but her nerves leave when George grins brightly, kicking his shoes off and rearranging himself on her bed. She takes her own shoes off before climbing into his open arms, her head on his chest as she leans up to press another kiss to his lips.

"I'm keeping that jumper by the way," she informs

"Whatever you want space girl,"

I hope you play this song some day And think of Earth Girl who loves Space Girl I hope you play this song some day...

**

Masterlist

[yeonjunsgoodgirl]

Eclipse

Chapter one: at first sight

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Attention: this isn't a one-shot, but a story with chapters. I'll post one chapter every week!

You can also find this story on wattpad.

«GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU BASTARD HALF AND HALF! PISS OFF!»

Y/N turned, her right eyebrow arched while was looking at her friend. «What do you want, Bakugou?»

   «I wasn't speaking with you, but with Shoto!» he screamed again, looking almost possessed.

She grabbed her twin by the sleeve of his uniform, pulling him aside to let the blonde boy pass by and enter the class first.

   «Remind me how did you become his friend?» Shoto asked with his usually serious expression.

   «Don't ask. I don't know either.» she just answered, entering the class.

She took her seat, which was not so far from Shoto's at the bottom of the class. She was just like her twin, at least physically: hair half white and half red, an eye light blue and the other one brown, but without the big scar on her left eye. However she had a little one on her right cheekbone. It happened when she tried to help her brother the day their mother threw the boiling hot water to him. Some of that splashed, hitting her and leaving that little scar.

She was a little bit shorter than Shoto, maybe around 5'6". But their personality was different; Y/N used to show her emotions, her feelings unlike her brother. She didn't care about their father, or better, she couldn't stand him due to his behavior, nevertheless she wasn't moved by grudge and anger like Shoto. She just used not to consider Endeavor.

   «You should be more talkative and make some friends in this class...» she whispered, looking at her brother. Shoto hadn't integrate himself with the rest of the class yet. He preferred always stay aside and usually alone. The same was for Y/N at the beginning of the school, not wanting to leave her twin alone, but day by day, she'd become friend with Jirou and Mina, then with Kirishima, who introduced her to Bakugou and Kaminari, but Shoto kept going to be alone. Such a stubborn brother sometimes.

   «I don't care.» he just answered, making her snort.

Y/N didn't care about what Endeavor did to her, but she kind hated him into her heart's depths to what he did to Shoto. She hated him because her twin lost his happiness, never being able to get back what he had lost in his childhood. He was like an adult into a teenager boy.

   «Get your hero costumes. We'll meet at Ground Beta.» said professor Aizawa, catching their attention. «Today, training.»

Y/N stood up, catching the small suitcase containing her hero costume. It was different from Shoto's. Her costume wasn't planned considering just the ice quirk. She had red shorts, comfortable and fireproof, black long boots –till half thigh-, a red crop top and a black short-sleeved jacket.

   «Hey Y/N!» Mina called her with energy as always. «Wanna team up if we'll do a team training?!»

Mina has always been kind with her.

«Yeah of course! We're probably going to-» she was cut off, crashing against someone in the hallway towards the exit. Y/N rubbed her forehead for some seconds before looking up to see who's the person she crashed against. In front of her there was a boy, taller than her. His face was a bit covered by the dark purple hair, but she could notice the red on his cheeks and the way his eyes were trying to avoid hers. He was fuckin' cute, but she could bet she had never seen him before; perhaps the boy was a senior.

   «I'm so sorry, I had to pay attention-»

   «F-forget about i-it...» he quickly said, walking away at a fast pace.

She followed him with her eyes, being a little bit confused, then looking at the boy's friend, still in front of Mina and her. «D-did I say something wrong?» she asked worried.

The boy with blond hair and a tuft upwards smiled politely shaking his head. ��No, you didn't. Forgive Tamaki please, he's just too shy to talk with anyone, don't even mention pretty girls...»

   «Oh...» she whisper, looking down and shifting foot to foot.

   «Don't worry. Anyway, I'm Mirio Togata, nice to meet you.» the boy said, bowing slightly.

She quickly did the same, introducing herself. «I'm Todoroki Y/N. she's my friend Mina.»

   «See you around girls, have a nice lesson!» he greeted them, following his friend, disappeared along the hallway by now.

   «Pretty~» she said nudging her a little, a naughty smile on her face.

   «Which one?» asked Y/N, walking quickly once she realized they were late because of that little 'accident'.

   «The one you crashed with!» she exclaimed enthusiastic.

   «Yeah...pretty.»

*

    «Tamaki? Hey, Earth to Tamaki!»

Mirio made a little paper ball, throwing it to his friend who was sitting in front of him. The professor wasn't arrived yet, and he absolutely wanted to ask something to Amajiki.

The poor boy jump in fright when the sheet paper hit his head, waking him up from his thoughts. Mirio noticed he was really, really absent during the last lessons' hours. As if he wasn't able to focus.

   «What's wrong, Mirio?» he asked quietly.

   «You're lost! I mean, you always seem lost, but now you really are!» he said, pointing at him, that smile never left his lips. «What's wrong? You're overthinking!»

   «I-I am not...» he whispered, avoiding his gaze.

Mirio knew him very well and he knew there was something on his mind for sure. He was too lost, it wasn't like always, when he seemed not interest in something, this time it seemed more like he was lost because he was interest in something...or someone. Mirio opened his eyes wide, thinking about it: someone.

   «Wait! You thinking about Y/N?!» he exclaimed standing up swiftly. Mirio moved from his desk, encircling Tamaki's and stopping in front of him with a huge smile on his lips.

   «Who?»

   «Y/N! the girl who got against you before!» Mirio clarified, remembering they'd introduced themselves when his friend was gone.

Tamaki seemed lighting up a bit. «Is her name Y/N?»

   «Yeah, she's Todoroki's sister. Endeavor's daughter.»

Hearing those words, Tamaki's face became darker. She was Endeavor's daughter...her father was the hero number two in the whole Japan. What kind of possibilities he had?

    «Tamaki? Ta-ma-ki!» the blonde guy waved his hands in front of his eyes, trying to waking him up from his paranoias.

   «I'm not thinking about Y/N anyway.» he tried to close the discussion quickly, but Mirio wasn't the person who gave up.

   «C'mon, just tell me! She's pretty and seems really, really kind.» he smiled. «You've never tried to have a girlfriend, giving up still before even try! C'mon man, just try to become her friend...maybe then you could have the chance to ask her a date!»

   «You're going crazy. How am I supposed to do all of this? I'm not comfortable making friends, you know I'm too introvert.»

   «And what if she'll do the first move?»

   «Then I'll think about it.»

Mirio brusted into a laugh. «You just admitted you were thinking about her.» he said, making his friend become redder and redder for the shame and embarrassment.

Tamaki thought she was just beautiful. She was younger than him, but seemed so mature and 'older' than her classmates. He'd never thought about a girlfriend, actually he'd never taken interesting in them, convincing himself he wouldn't be able to do the first move, thinking about himself as too pathetic and less than what a girl would expect.

Little did he knew how wrong was he. 

NEXT CHAPTER NEXT WEEK!

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Sagittarius solar eclipse,dec2020

On December 14-15, we have a Total New Moon Solar Eclipse in the sign of Sagittarius. Solar Eclipses are like potent New Moons and unlock a door to a new portal of energy.

There is so much fresh energy on offer for us under this Eclipse. It brings the promise of brand new beginnings, fresh starts, and the opportunity to set wheels into motion.

The strong, abundant energy flowing around this Eclipse may also bring some gifts and rewards our way. This will be extra amplified by Saturn, who a few days later on December 17, will leave Capricorn where it has been for the last 2.5 years, for the sign of Aquarius.

It is said that whenever Saturn leaves one zodiac sign for another, we are gifted and rewarded for all of the hard work we have achieved.

The energy of the Solar Eclipse has the power to amplify these gifts and rewards, so think about where you have felt most challenged and where you have done the most growth, and then stay open to any gifts and rewards that may be illuminated for you under this energy.

The Sagittarius Solar Eclipse falls at 23-24 degrees of Sagittarius, which is also just a couple of degrees shy of the Galactic Center.

The Galactic Center is believed to be the center of our Universe and sits at about 27 degrees of Sagittarius. This is a highly sensitive degree of the zodiac and indicates strong galactic activations.

Under the light of this Eclipse, we may notice our frequency lifted and our consciousness ascending. We may begin to become aware of growing pains or ascension symptoms. We may even find ourselves accessing the wisdom of our intuition, spirit guides, and higher self with greater ease.

Each degree of the zodiac also carries a significant message. These messages were intuited by psychic medium Elise Wheeler, and are known as Sabian Symbols.

The Sabian Symbol for this Solar Eclipse, which falls between 23-24 degrees of Sagittarius is – a Blue Bird standing at the entrance to a house.

The idea of this bluebird standing at the door is a happy one. What a treat it would be to see a bright bluebird waiting at your door! It would feel like a special gift or a loving sign from the Universe.

However, the Bluebird could also be missed. You could be too busy on your phone, caught up with the thoughts in your mind or how many things you have to get done, that you miss the bluebird altogether.

And this energy is carried through the Solar Eclipse as well. It offers new beginnings, it offers signs and gifts from the Universe- but will you be open to see them? Will you be open to see the bluebird sitting at your door?

The Universe is always offering things to us, but we have to be in an open state to notice and receive these offerings too.

The fastest way to get into a state of receiving is to shift our mindset, and the easiest way to do that is to focus on abundance, appreciation, and gratitude as often as we can.

When you shift out of complaining, wishing things were different, or self-limiting thinking, and open instead to abundance, you will open the door to not just seeing the offering of the bluebird, but all that you have to offer too.

Giving from the pureness of your heart is also another way to open to receiving. This time of year tends to bring out the spirit of giving anyway, but see if you can shift this to come from a more heart-centered place rather than a place of obligation.

The Sagittarius Solar Eclipse is also connected to the Eclipses we experienced back in June 2020. In fact, this Solar Eclipse is directly linked to the Lunar Eclipse

we had on June 5, 2020.

Do you remember what was called to be released from your life under that June Lunar Eclipse?

Whatever empty space you have been working with since that time will blossom flowers under the presence of this December Solar Eclipse.

Mercury, the “messenger of the Gods” is also very active under this Eclipse. Mercury rules over communication and our mind.

Under this Eclipse, our powers to create and draw things to us are amplified, so pay attention to what you are choosing to focus on and think about.

What you think about expands, and this is doubly true under the power of this Eclipse.

While we do have to be mindful of our thought processes on this day, it is also important to remember that being true to ourselves is what we should aim for.

We don’t have to be fake positive. We need to stay rooted in our truth, but in a way that encourages expansion. So, for example, instead of focusing on a mistake or trying to pretend it never happened, you instead acknowledge the mistake with kindness and focus on what you can do now to move forward.

The idea of Mercury being the messenger of the Gods is also about listening to our inner divinity. Each one of us holds the essence of “God” within, so how can you connect with this part of yourself and listen to the wisdom it shares?

There is also a power that comes when we listen to our own inner divinity rather than getting lost in the sea of noise that very often surrounds us. It is time for us to exercise this power.

The Sagittarius Solar Eclipse beckons us to rise up and observe the many blessings that have been hidden in the shadows. As we bring our blessings into the light, it also shines a spotlight on our relationship with the Universe.

The Universe is always listening and responding to us. Even during those dark times where it feels the Universe has not got our back, that is only because we have entered a chapter where we are strong enough to walk as One.

Embrace the season of your life, ground into this Solar Eclipse energy, and keep your heart and mind rooted in the miracle that you are.

Overall, the Sagittarius Solar Eclipse carries some of the brightest energy we have experienced all year.

Stay open to the light even though there may be darkness present too. Look out for bluebirds. Listen to your own inner voice and keep your heart pointed in the direction you wish to head.

Your Solar Eclipse Ritual is here

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The Howl of the Moon - Remus Lupin

Summary:

After a terrible accident in the battle at the Ministry in 1995, Hermione Granger wins a one-way ticket to the past. Unable to go back to his time, his only chance for survival is to adapt to the late 70s and get on with his life, interfering as little as possible so that the future does not fall apart.

However, everything goes downhill when Remus John Lupine starts to notice too much the new girl who clearly wanted to go unnoticed by Hogwarts.

Chapters: Prolog | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

Warnings: mature

                                        4.The one of the birthday

Anyway, March had arrived!

It was less than three months to the end of school, but it also meant that nearly a month had passed since the Valentine's Day disaster. I mean, disaster in parts and just for a few people, as James and Lily couldn't be happier in their passionate bubble, not to mention the redhead wouldn't give up on the idea that Remus and Granger were a potential couple, they couldn't be still, but if it were up to her the four would soon have a double date! It had taken at least four days for Hermione to speak fearlessly to Remus again, and at least a week for Remus to stop treating Lilly with vengeful indifference, which unfortunately for them had only reinforced the absurd idea of a possible crush even further. in Lily's head.

So the ninth of March had arrived and with it the eighteen years of Remus! Unfortunately, it fell on the first day of the full moon, but luckily they would have a total eclipse that night, which meant…

- PARTY AT THE SHRIEKING SHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A night just among the marauders, completely free of a curious and violent werewolf breaking free and running across the school grounds. Despite loathing the lunar cycle, Remus Lupine loved eclipses. When an eclipse was in the sky, Moony fell asleep inside him practically disappearing, making the wizard feel completely human - if only for a few hours.

No naughty whispers, no chocolate stuff, and no sharp senses!

Just him, a somewhat shy, scarred teenager who allowed himself to live a little.

Although the party was only later, none of them had shown up for dinner in the great hall that night - which in itself had been reason enough to make Minerva's hair stand on end. Everyone knows that professors love to gossip about students' lives and this was no different at Hogwarts, so of course Professor McGonagall had noticed the closeness between Jean and Remus during tutoring. So with the excuse of asking Miss Granger to try to stop any potential madness the marauders were planning, he called the student into his office as soon as she had finished her dinner:

- Oh, is today his birthday?

- Naturally, that's why I imagine he and his roommates are up to it like a Bunch of Silly Baboons.

Hermione, for her part, couldn't hide her laughter, she still remembered the dance lessons she had taken in fourth year for the Winter Ball where Minerva had made that same criticism of the Gryffindor students. So the girl wondered if the marauders had been the first to hear such endearing adjectives. The older witch seeing the student's laugh also smiled.

- I see that you have become very close to Mr. Lupin, a fine boy, I must say.

- Teacher, I'm not for that much… We are a good pair… Working! I mean, we work well together, in monitoring! - She replied embarrassed, wanting to run away from the subject as she was running from Lilian.

- Honey, don't waste the opportunities that Cupid presents to you. - And suddenly the teacher's eyes became very melancholy and hurt. - I once met a young witch as promising as you. Extremely intelligent and dedicated to studies. She met a guy who shared her same sense of humor, he was the only one who could debate as fiercely and passionately as she… Before the girl knew he was on his knees proposing marriage and she accepted. The teacher's melancholy smile was more than enough for Hermione to know that it wasn't just any student's story she was telling.

- Teacher despite whatever my heart dares to feel. And I don't say he feels anything about the matter of Mr Lupcough cough.” He coughed uncomfortable with everything the teacher was inferring. - Well what I mean is that under the circumstances in which I find myself… The way I came here. I couldn't… I simply wouldn't dare. I mean, it's too risky!

- And what I mean, Jean is that I don't want that story to repeat itself. Like you, she had a thousand and one very plausible and rational reasons to break off the engagement what she did. However, when she realized that as far as the heart, love, or even mere affection and camaraderie were concerned, it was not rationality that should have been heard, it was too late!  

Hermione didn't know how to respond, despite all her embarrassment with Lily on Valentine's Day she had never looked at Remus in that way! Yes they were good friends, got along well together and could talk about anything for hours and hours. Of course she found his shy way cute in an adorable way like a needy pet, and she sure enjoyed Lupine's chocolate addiction, but she never looked at him as anything other than a housemate. By Merlin, she often had to remember that he wasn't her teacher but a teenager like her! But love, affection?

   Seeing that the student was clearly confused, Minerva turned away from the subject and went back to inquiring about the possible pranks the Gryffindor quartet might be planning. But if even Jean didn't know what they were up to, McGonagall could only hope that Bunch of Silly Baboons Baboons didn't do any damage to her school! Dismissing the student right away, stating that she needed to correct some parchments for the next transfiguration class for sophomores.

   Hermione, still shaken by the previous conversation, left, but soon stopped at the door, turning hesitantly towards the teacher.

- Teacher… If I may ask. What happened to your student and the guy she turned down?

- Naturally they went their separate ways. I understand she has taken on an important position in the ministry of magic. And he... found a new someone to love...

- I… I'm sorry teacher.

- Me too, Jean, but it's late now. Go back to the dorm if I won't be forced to give you detention. - The teacher joked, but Hermione couldn't help but hear the melancholy tone in the witch's words.

* * *

Contrary to what Minerva thought, the only damage the quartet would do would be to their own bodies. Come on, it was Lupine's birthday and more than that it was his night of sobriety about the wolf that shared his body! It was obvious that they would get drunk until tomorrow!

The four met on the second floor of the screaming house near eight-thirty at night, with them having prepared a nice little party for their werewolf friend: lots of fire whiskey, a chocolate cake, butterbeer, thousands of sweets from Fingers of Honey not to mention a mini feast smuggled straight from the kitchen of Hogwarts, after all the house elves adored James and Sirius. And of course a small bottle of water - since Peter liked to hydrate between a glass and another - the only sensible one in the group that night. All three were moved by the birthday boy's happiness, noticing how the daily weight had disappeared from Remus' back, being ridiculously lighter.

- And what are we waiting for? - With that sentence James started the night's celebrations.

Drinks over there, cakes over here when they saw it, it was past ten at night and everyone was irrevocably drunk. It had been at least six glasses of whiskey for Sirius, with Remus finishing up his fifth - which was already more than a little more than ideas after three bottles of butterbeer.

- Does Audrey know the reason for her disappearance, Peter? - James asked as he chewed on a chicken leg.

- Just I was celebrating the birthday of one of you.

Audrey Flint was the Slytherin who had sent Peter the little Valentine's card, and who had surprisingly been dating her ever since.

- Remus, even Peter has a girlfriend. When are you going to get one? You know I don't care about gender as long as he or she knows that marauders are their priority! - Sirius asked, nudging the werewolf beside him.

"Lily said it won't be long before he and Granger assume something." - James delivered his girlfriend.

- That's not it! Jean and I are just... friends? - Remus asked embarrassed, but at the mention of Jean rather than the clear questioning of his partner preferences. The truth is, Lupine didn't know if he was in the position of Granger's friends or colleagues at that point in the championship. The relationship was weird since Valentine's Day, at times it seemed that nothing had changed while at others Moony was a real busybody!

- If even that you know what they are. It's definitely lost!

- If they're not friends they can definitely be something else. - Peter nudged, liking the way Remus was starting to turn red and bewildered.

"The way you treated Lily after Valentine's Day just shows how much you're into her, Remus." - James insisted.

- No, no, NO! - Remus managed to deny it. - You got it all wrong! Jean and I would never work, you know I can't….

- I bet you're denying it like that because you don't know how to kiss. - Peter threw more wood into the fire.

- Of course I know how to kiss! - Remus was insulted.

That was partly true, as she'd had her first kiss two years earlier, also in an eclipse, when she'd allowed herself to experience a kiss that night. It had been at a Gryffindor party and had been no more than a smacking of lips, and since then he'd never come close to anyone else's mouth.

- A little kiss does not count as knowing how to kiss! - Sirius accused his friend, turning to him.

- And how do you expect me to learn then?! You know I don't…

Sirius didn't let his colleague finish, with a roguish grin he pulled Remus' neck towards him.

- Like this. - Whispered in his friend's ear, having fun when he saw the same shiver, approaching his body more and more.

In a second their lips were joined, with Black initiating an agitated kiss. He knew his friend had no experience, he had the vague memory in his drunken memory of Lupin describing how shameful and awkward that peck had been two years ago - so it had started slowly, but not having much patience and being clearly upset, he deepened the kiss without blinking. Then he opened his mouth hungrily, forcing his tongue against Remus' mouth, who surprisingly had given way and not only that, but was also trying to match his roommate's reckless rhythm.

After all, if it was in the rain, it was to get wet!

Mimicking Sirius' movements, Remus also held the brunet's neck possessively, intensifying the movements of his lips - adrenaline rushing through him. Their tongues tangled and wrestled and caressed, all to the sound of Peter's laughter and the shocked spit of James who had just put another glass of whiskey in his mouth when his friends began kissing furiously. It wasn't his fault he got scared and spit it all out at Peter!

But just as slowly as it started, the kiss ended.

- See if you learn and do it right with Granger. Sirius fixed his hair. - And if she doesn't want to, I'll always be here for you, monny! - He stated provocatively as he turned another glass.

- At least she won't have a beard itching. - Remus implied joining in the joke. - Can you tell me how you're still alone?

- There is no woman for me at Hogwarts. - Sirius declared, just like Xuxa Meneghel, where there were no men for her in Brazil.

* * *

All marauders were completely rotten, miserable, destroyed and finished.

All but Peter, who wisely interspersed the whiskey with generous doses of water, being the one who drank the least at the party - having a preference for chocolate cake. Sirius was down on the infirmary (he had the greatest resistance to alcohol, but even he overreacted); James was clinging to the toilet in Gryffindor, Peter was cheerful and bouncy with his Audrey, while Remus exploded with a headache. His eyes were sunken, his head seemed to be being poked by five drills as runaway ambulances pulled up to his ear - all with Moony barking furiously at being repelled last night by the "unnatural and evil" eclipse (words of the Wolf).

At least her swollen system from Moony's presence had minimized the seasickness effects, but the migraine remained like a sledgehammer on an anvil.

A bad mood had irrevocably seized Lupin. From the first dawn of the day Remus was IM-PRA-TI-Cable, being almost the human and rabid version of Moony, threatening to stupefy the next one who made noise in front of him. At least in the morning, since after lunch the sobriety potions began to take effect, turning him once again into a Pomeranian lulu and no longer a rabid pinscher.

At least that afternoon he could rest peacefully, as no one even went to the prefects! His plan was a quiet, undisturbed nap!

"You know, you might as well practice those licks with Jean, instead of pretending to be lazy" - Moony spoke like someone who didn't want anything when they were alone, going to the prefect.

- Licks…? - Remus was confused.

But Moony was prepared for that, immediately projecting memories of the night before - causing Remus to trip over his own feet at the sight and feel of Sirius' mouth and beard against his face.

THEY HAD DONE WHAT?!

“Nothing against what you prefer, but I think Jean more…. intriguing"

- Remus? Is everything OK? - Hermione asked after noticing the pale state that the ex-teacher arrived in the transfiguration room.

And it was when Remus' eyes focused on the girl that his face went up in flames, still moved by Moony's suggestion. THAT MEDDING WOLF!

"Just slightly drunk…" He replied, crawling to his seat, sitting down comfortably while putting his backpack as a pillow.

- Drunk?! I don't think Minerva was counting on it! - She laughed.

- Are you her new spy, Jean? Before it was Lily who was our probation officer. Befriended me just to watch over James and Sirius? - Remus joked, settling into his wallet.

- I don't know if that was her real intention, but it felt like it to me last night when she called me in her office to talk about... How did she say? Ah yes, "silly baboons babbling in a pack"!.

- There is! Professor Minerva has always been the most creative at Hogwarts! - The witcher laughed, soon regretting it when his head began to throb again and he moaned in discontent.

- What made you drunk so far?

- I had a birthday.

- Congratulations? Hermione asked, undecided by the deplorable state of the boy beside her.

He nodded gratefully, then tucked his head back into his backpack.

- Thanks, but would you mind holding the butts without me today? I put up with all day waiting for that nap.

Hermione just nodded, patting her light brown hair in congratulation, not seeing Moony squirm happily in the mind of Remus, a real needy puppy.

However, just that day, a living being appeared at the monitor in search of clearing up his doubts about the last transfiguration class of the seventh year, regretting it the moment he saw who was the monitor of his class.

Severus Snape would not stoop to the point of asking one of the marauders what things, no matter how trivial! Even though the rascal in question was almost drooling over his backpack by now.

- Can I help you? Hermione asked, noticing Snape's intention to turn around and leave.

- Do you know the content of the seventh year or just this wolf project? - Asked mockingly as he indicated with his chin the Gryffindor passed out.

- You'd be surprised what I know. - Retorted defiantly. She had almost changed her mind when Severus implied knowing that Remus was a wolf, but quickly remembered that he had almost died because of Remus, or rather because of Sirius who played a more than unfortunate prank on the Slytherin. His challenge did not find deaf ears.

Threat, warning, knowledge and... flirting? The girl's challenge reached every possible sense, although Severus very much doubted the latter.

Well, Snape had a mirror in the bedroom, and even if he didn't, he was reminded of his questionable appearance all the time. Jean might have publicly rejected Sirius Black, but he would never look at someone like him, so there was no chance of it being a lame excuse to kiss in the nearest broom closet - although the idea was not repulsive to him, and well he even thought it was Very pretty.

Hermione thought he must be very desperate to actually accept her help, after all she was a year younger, muggleborn (not that he knew of) and Gryffindor. She actually thought he would refuse her help because she was a Gryffindor, but here he was snorting discontent as he sat at a desk and indicated the chair across from him an unquestionable invitation.

At the end of it all Snape had been impressed by how smart the girl was. He suspected even more than that drooling Siberian husky snoring a few wallets away. But Severus' joy was short-lived, as in the middle of the explanation another individual immensely more undesirable than the slime project sprang up in the classroom.

- HEY, SNOTTY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEAR HER?! - Sirius forgot his hangover to make trouble in defense of the girl one of his best friends was clearly interested in, waking Remus in the process.

- I don't see your name on it, Black! Snape shot back, making Hermione arch an eyebrow. Since when has she become a reason for egos?

Indifferent on the outside, but laughing on the inside, Hermione allowed herself to agree that that tirade had been good, very good. Maybe even enough to forget one or two reprimands Snape had given him in the future.

Was Sirius this annoying always? If she ever made it back, she wouldn't stop complaining to Harry about her friend's godfather's impossible behavior at school.

- What makes you think you can come here, snotty?! Get closer to us….

- As far as I know, here is a classroom at Hogwarts, in pre-service time for the transfiguration subject.

- If you have any doubts, ask someone of your level. - Sneered.

Hermione was terribly offended. He had called her stupid, for being a year younger! But she soon realized that it would make more sense that Sirius was referring to the fact that it wasn't a death eater project. Or something like this?

- I would, but the creature in question is sleeping during working hours. Should I report this slip to Professor McGonagall?

Sirius even managed to pull out his wand and cast a spell, but Hermione was quicker and threw a stream of water at him.

- Unpleasant. I hate the smell of wet dogs. - Snape teased once more.

- ENOUGH! - He interfered by talking to both of them. - What are you doing here, Black?

- Is it forbidden to visit my friends now?!

- That's when he threatens another student!

- You mean you agree that you are my friend! - He wasted no time, giving a wink being promptly responded with another jet of water.

- If you do not mind? - She said turning to Severus who kept his victorious smile in front of the soaked Gryffindor. - Would you like us to finish our monitoring elsewhere? Hermione asked Snape, who readily agreed, following the short-haired girl to the library. Where she had a private class in the subject, at least as far as Jean knew, after all she was a year younger, as much as she knew a lot about seventh grade content, that wasn't all. Surprisingly the Slytherin completed the gaps without any mockery or contempt for her making the time together really enjoyable.

Confused, Remus watched the girl depart with the stateroom Slytherin, confused and somewhat irritated with Sirius for making her leave.

- I think it's better you do it right with her! - Sirius warned him. - Or sooner or later she may fall for that venomous snake's tricks! Or better yet, in my charms! - He joked.

- Padfoot, she is more likely to date Snape than to date you, I would say until she marries him and has five children and eighteen cats. - Remus chuckled, relieved the kiss between them hadn't been a big deal.

Just brother's things, you know!

- Since you are missing the magnificent chance to be with me, I say with propriety, from someone who has a lot of experience, that you have more chances than him.

- Chances of what? She's just a friend, coworker at best. Besides, she's afraid of canines.

- Well… that's bad for both of us, Moony. - Sirius spoke to the werewolf, who just sighed in Remus' mind.

“I wish I were a fish…”

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Menkent Ripple

“Ursa.”

Senator Stal Ursa was not accustomed to his name being spoken, quietly and without formality. The surprise of it immediately took his attention form the reports he was studying, and when he looked up, he froze.

Everyone knew of the Edge girl from Asteroid Base 42. How could they not, when she had fallen into orbit with Cygnus Volans as if she was made to be there. How could Ursa fail to take note of the woman whose disappearance, presumed death, turned his most powerful psion into a near-mindless weapon. And who, upon her return, somehow got more powerful. Somehow, during her imprisonment, she discovered a way to destroy the ships that were tearing apart their own attempts at defense. The tie was turning. Slowly, but surely. Because of her.

So yes, Ursa knew about Andromeda Oct. He knew where she came from, and that she was an orphan, with no family, and nothing interesting in her future until she came mind-to-mind with Cygnus.

He also knew that she was still fragile. That her talents, apparently as varied and powerful as Cygnus’ own, were unstable at the best of times.

She could probably hear every thought that passed his mind.

He hated working with psionics.

“Come in,” he said, and nodded a dismissal to his aid as Andra walked in with Cygnus’ arm over her shoulders. He was ashy and looked ill, and Ursa wondered what kind of trouble they possibly could have found in the few short hours since he saw them at the last briefing. “What can I do for you?”

Andra shared a long look with Cygnus, no doubt sharing thoughts, before she nodded once.

“Cyg had a vision,” she said without preamble, and didn’t blink when Ursa muttered a curse. Precognition. It was so unreliable that he tried not to rely on it, but when it came, it could make a difference. “About the war. The ships we’re facing are scout ships. The real force hasn’t even made it here yet, but they’re coming.”

That warranted a stronger curse, and Ursa dropped into his chair as fear threatened to steal his reason.

“We’ve been fighting the vanguard?” he rasped through a throat that suddenly felt dry as desert sand. His head swam at the very thought. How could they possibly face a force greater than the one that already threatened to ruin them? What hope was there, if the great, sleek destroyers that were ripping apart whole planets were nothing but the frontrunners? “This whole time?”

(Not even that.) Ursa jumped, but there was no doubt of the ‘voice’ in his mind. Cygnus shrugged faintly, a little shamefaced behind his mop of dark curls. (Sorry. My voice is too shot for vocal speech. Can we show you what we saw? You should… you should know what we’re up against.)

There was very little that Ursa wanted less, but he nodded anyway. He had never been one to shy away from the unpleasant duties of his station, and that now included trying to save his race from obliteration. If this vision would help, he could do nothing more than try to use it to the fullest.

Of course, he also remembered the last two visions he saw Cygnus have, realized why the psion was speaking telepathically, and profoundly hoped that he would not scream himself raw.

“You won’t,” Andra said softly, and tried to offer a smile. It came out as more of a grimace, but Ursa appreciated the effort. “We’ll buffer you from the… the worst of it. You’ll ‘see’ the vision, but you won’t experience it like Cyg does.”

That did help, although Ursa still didn’t like the idea any.

Oh well.

“Once more into the breech,” he said with a half-shrug. “We need information. Will you be able to share this vision with the rest of our command?”

(If they’re willing. I won’t force it on anyone,) Cygnus assured him. He reached out, and Ursa noted with alarm that Cygnus’ fingers trembled slightly, barely noticeable, but distinctly there. (Take a deep breath in, and release it slowly.)

Before Ursa could do more than breathe, blackness, the dark of open space, engulphed him like falling backwards into shadowy water filled with stars.

(You’re safe.)

That was Andra. Ursa scrambled for his sense of self amid the whirling stars, disoriented and struggling, until bright, brassy-green glimmers appeared out of the darkness and wrapped around him. A moment later, they were followed by more, this time haloed in orange-yellow that somehow felt like amusement.

(Take a minute to get yourself together,) Cygnus, the orange-yellow glimmers, told him calmly. (We’re not going to let you ‘drown’. You’re in my mind. Specifically, on the leading edge of the vision-memory.)

(We didn’t realize how disorienting this would be for you,) Andra agreed, her green glimmers fading to apologetic blue. (It’s easy to forget that what we do isn’t normal for most people.)

(How do you function like this?!) Ursa said incredulously, and didn’t realize he had responded telepathically until the words came out as vivid orange alarm, shot through with pink ribbons of curiosity. (No, don’t explain it. I don’t want to know.)

He took a breath, now vaguely aware of his own body responding, somewhere far away, and braced himself. (I’m ready. Show me.)

(Remember, this is a memory of a vision,) Andra told him when the stars rippled, like the reflection of a night sky on glassy water, disturbed by a single jumping fish. (Nothing here can hurt you.)

Ursa wanted to ask what she meant, and then his eyes fell on the ships.

Thousands of them. Immense, towering vessels. The kind that were specially designed for deep space travel, but much, much bigger. Immense beyond understanding, until he realized that they were asteroids, and moons, and farther back, so far that it was almost lost in the black of space, a ship carved of what could only be a planet.

It wasn’t until his mind shuddered, and he looked closer, that he realized what he thought were little one-man fighters, hovering in swarms around the bigger ships, were actually the same titanic destroyers that were shredding apert his fleet without the slightest effort.

And there were millions of them.

Before he could do anything more than take a single, panicked breath, the stars rippled again and were gone all at once.

He made it to his waste basket just in time to lose everything in his stomach. Icy terror stole the strength from his legs and left him heaving into the little plastic container until he could barely breath and black spots danced around the edges of his vision.

Small hands steadied him and helped him sit back, supported by the wall. Andra offered him a tiny smile even as Cygnus poured a glass of water and knelt to press it into his hand.

(Now you see,) Cygnus told him as he drank, panicked again, and discovered more of the brassy-green glimmers in his mind, soothing away the terror. Andra gave him a tiny, comforting nod, and Ursa couldn’t find it in himself to be anything except grateful for her intervention. (I don’t know how much time we have, but some is more than none. We need to call all our forces together. Because they’re coming, and when they get here, we have to be ready.)

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Guiding Stars:

Andra was a mechanic and a pilot with nothing but an old, battered ship to call her own. Cygnus Volans is the most powerful psion to ever live. They were on opposite sides of a messy revolution, until a shared vision of the future brings their two warring sides together against a much greater threat.

Procyon Moon

Altair Chariot

Vega Dignity

Cappella Besieged

Canopus Emergent

Nihal Collision

Spica Interlude

Polaris Eclipsed

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[foodfantasies]

Night Air (Salty Tofu x Reader)

Your crush on Salty Tofu was starting to cause tension between the two of you — only because you were too shy and embarrassed to tell him how you felt before tonight. No gendered pronouns used when referring to the reader. Content advisory: suggestive themes and language (cursing).

You opened your eyes in a dark room, completely awake.  Ugh, not again.  This was the fourth night in a row that you’d suddenly woken up, each time so immediately alert it was as if you hadn’t been asleep at all. Turning to face your bedroom window you saw it was still pitch dark outside. You thought of spending the next few hours here in bed like you had the previous nights, tossing and turning, bored and anxious. You’d be lucky if you got back to sleep at all. Especially since you’d be spending these sleepless hours trying fruitlessly to get Salty Tofu’s heterochromic eyes out of your mind. Trying to stop thinking about him lying just in the other room, so close and yet so utterly out of reach.

With a heavy sigh you sat up and climbed out of bed, stripping off your pajamas and pulling on a pair of tights. 

Your feelings for your Food Soul were becoming a problem.  You were starting to care too much. His flippant taunts and teases were sparking hope in you, only to immediately snuff it out when nothing came of them. Being around him was draining you. Your desire for him was distracting. Worst of all, he probably knew how you felt - he’d barely been speaking to you lately, and you figured your nervous and awkward behavior was a likely cause.

You buttoned up a long coat and wrapped your favorite scarf around your neck. It had been raining when you went to bed, but you judged by the silence outside that it had stopped. A walk might clear your head.

Wonder if Salty is awake, you thought absently.

   Salty Tofu was awake, as he frequently was during the late hours. He was lying in bed, arms crossed behind his head, music blaring through headphones. Around the same time you woke up, the song changed. It was the song — the one that always made him think about you. As soon as he heard the opening chords he felt a tightness in his chest. 

This fucking song.

Your face was in his mind in an instant; smiling at him, scowling at him, it didn’t matter, as long as it was you and your eyes were on him he was happy. But god, he wanted more. Teasing you just wasn’t enough. And it seemed to him lately that even as his need for you intensified, you were pulling away from him, hiding your feelings from him. He didn’t understand, and it made him furious.

He wanted to tell you how he felt. He wanted you to know it. And then he wanted to make sure you never forgot it. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled in frustration, yanking his headphones off.

He did so just in time to hear your footsteps down the hall, followed by the sound of jangling keys. He hopped out of bed and opened his bedroom door.  You were standing by the front door, dressed to go out: boots, tights, a long overcoat and scarf.   “Where are you going?” he asked irritably.  “Going for a walk. I can’t sleep.”  “I’m going with you,” he said, “I can’t have my favorite toy out wandering this late all alone.”

Normally you blushed when he said things like that. You didn’t now, and it reminded him that something was wrong, something he couldn’t define and therefore couldn’t control.   “If I asked you to stay behind, would you?” you said suddenly. He stared at you, brows furrowed, not even angry, just… confused.   “If I told you I wanted to go by myself,” you went on, your voice uncharacteristically firm, “Would you listen to me?”   “Well… yeah,” he said gruffly. Caught off-guard, he had nothing to fall back on but the truth. This wasn’t like you; normally, you were always so happy to have him along. He could always count on you to seek him out. But the look on your face when you asked him this was new. He didn’t know what to do.

Your eyes softened for just a moment. You looked away, tossed your keys in the air and caught them.

“Let’s go,” you said.

   You walked along in silence. Salty kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to catch you doing the same to him, but you never did. Your aloof attitude was making him feel like a kid - a stupid, clueless kid, desperate for your attention. He hated it.

The streets were slick with rainwater and choked with sodden leaves. You kept your eyes on the ground, lost in your own thoughts. You didn’t really have a destination in mind - you just wanted to walk, to be outside and feel the sharp chill of the night air on your face. You wished you had asked Salty to stay behind, and cursed your weakness for him — this walk was supposed to help you get him off of your mind.

Eventually, you came across a small park and playground you recognized. It was close to your house, but it had been years since you'd been here. It looked eerie under the dim orange glow of the streetlights, the twisted structures extending limbs still dripping with rainwater and creating deep pockets of shadow.

Your boots crunched over wet wood chips as you headed towards the swings. You looked up at the sky - no moon, no stars. Just clouds hanging low and heavy with the threat of rain.

You leaned your back up against one of the poles of the swing structure and watched Salty’s approach. He was just catching up, his hands stuffed in his pockets, breath clouding in the freezing night air. The silence was broken by the distant rumble of thunder. His odd-colored eyes flickered across your face in hesitant curiosity, but still he said nothing.  It was so fucking quiet. Why didn’t he say something? Anything? Was he following you like this just to torment you?   “Why did you come?” you asked him abruptly.  Your flurry of emotions reaching a fever pitch, you had flung yourself, out of desperation, into anger - that was something you understood, something you could deal with.

Salty, too, knew anger better than he knew fear or longing, and therefore it was his knee-jerk reaction to your hostility.  “What the fuck do you mean, why did I come?” he snapped back. “I came because I didn’t want you to be by yourself. It’s late. It’s-“  “Why bother caring tonight? Were you just bored?” you interrupted.  

He balked. What the fuck was this attitude from you out of nowhere? He came to keep you safe. He came to protect you. You were his. Nothing bad was allowed to happen to you. Why didn’t you already know this?  His nostrils flared, and he ran a shaky hand through his hair in exasperation.

“Look, if you want me to go, I’ll go,” he grumbled, “If you hate being around me so much—“  “Hate being around you?” you echoed incredulously. “God, Salt, you know that’s not it. You know.”  “No, I don’t fucking know. What, I’m supposed to know why you’ve been avoiding me? I’m supposed to know why you’ve been acting like a kicked puppy all week?”  His posture was rigid, aggressive, his shoulders arched like the raised hackles of a snarling animal. 

You were tired. So fucking tired. Arguing with him wasn’t making you feel any better. Avoiding him wasn’t making you want him any less. You were tired of fighting, tired of hiding. The truth rose up in your chest like a wave swelling at sea and came crashing down with equal force, unstoppable, inevitable.  “It’s because I want you so fucking bad,” you cried, “I want you, and you know it, but you don’t care.”  He took a half step towards you, but you couldn’t stop the flow of words now that they’d begun; they poured from you independent of will, in defiance of caution or reason. “And if you do care,” you spat bitterly, “I wish you’d actually do something to prove it instead of running your mouth and making me wonder if you actually mean anything you fucking say.”

He was on you in a flash, his hands pressing hard on either side of your head as he pulled you into his kiss, his mouth pushing against yours. Your body stiffened with shock, sucking in frigid air through your nose in a muffled gasp, but as his lips closed hungrily over yours again and again you eagerly parted your lips to receive him. Your body melted into his, and you were no longer aware of anything save the feeling of his cold lips and warm breath.   The two of you were utterly lost. You kissed as if drinking deeply from each other, as if to draw out with your passion the bitterness and anger that had poisoned you both. His kiss was as unpredictable as he was; one moment tender, the next ferocious, his tongue caressing yours, his metal piercing biting into the soft skin of your lips.  Another peal of thunder cracked overhead. You felt him trembling against you and it wasn’t until a few moments later that you understood why — his silent laughter finally broke out into audible chuckles, but he hadn’t yet pulled back from your kiss.

Since the moment you’d said you wanted him he was on fire. He had first felt a bolt of joy from head to toe, even wondering for a second if he’d been struck by the lightning that split the sky overhead. Then came frustration, his anger sparking like a match at the caliber of the misunderstanding between the two of you. Indignance soon followed, outrage that he’d ever doubted your feelings at all, that he’d been made to feel so insecure. These things had weighed him down and wrenched control from his grasp, and to him, control was everything. His need now to reclaim it was only eclipsed by his all-consuming desire to exert it over you.   Uncertainty was vanquished — he knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. A euphoric sense of power coursed through him as he savored the knowledge that he could claim you at any moment.

“Oh, you’ve been so, so bad,” he murmured against your lips, another bout of laughter following the words. “I’ve been going crazy for weeks wondering what the fuck was up with you.”  “I’m sorry,” you said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you wanted me, I-“  “Of course I want you. ‘My favorite toy,’ remember?”  You hummed with delight as he nuzzled your face and swept a hand over your hair, pulling you close into an embrace. He turned his head and brushed his lips against the shell of your ear. “But such a naughty toy needs to be punished,” he growled. His wicked words made you shiver — yes, there it was, that cocky, aggressive, maddeningly sexy persona of his. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he went on in a whisper, and as you whimpered an obedient reply he nipped at your ear and giggled.   “Good,” he crooned, “But you know we can’t play here.”  He grabbed your wrist, biting his lip as he grinned at you; you felt he’d never looked more beautiful or more dangerous than he did in that moment. He pulled you along and you followed him home, both of you splashing through puddles as you went, still high on the taste of each other and breathless with the rapid beating of your hearts.

The rest you remember in fragments. 

Standing on the front porch, fumbling with your keys in the lock and dropping them; his snort of laughter, your mumbled curse. 

Reaching blindly for the light switch, instead his hand finding yours in the dark and holding it tight, guiding you down the hallway to his room. 

Your back crashing up against the door as he pinned you there, his lips on your neck, his knee between your legs, his hands all over you. 

And the faint click of the stereo as he turned it on, wailing guitars shattering the silence, manic percussion pounding in your head and echoing the hammering of your heart as he pulled you down into his bed.

[withthebeatlesgirls]

Can you please tell me what solo George Harrison songs were about Pattie? Thanks!

So a lot of this is speculation because a lot of the times George never outright said what a song was about, and if there’s a song that is about Pattie he’s likely not gonna talk about that tbh. But here’s the solo songs that I think were inspired by Pattie or partly inspired by her.

Isn’t It A Pity

George did say this was about Pattie but in a joking way so it’s kinda hard to tell if that was true, but he says this about the song.

"Isn't It a Pity' is about whenever a relationship hits a down point ... It was a chance to realise that if I felt somebody had let me down, then there's a good chance I was letting someone else down."

Also this is Pattie’s favorite George song.

What Is Life 

So all George said about this song is that it’s like a catchy pop song, I know Author Alan Clayson thought it might be a "lovingly crafted paean" to Pattie, but I also believe it could just as easily be a devotional song. I feel like the lyrics are fitting to how he might be feeling about Pattie at the time. I think it could be about God, Pattie, or multiple people in George’s life that he loves Pattie included. Or ya know, could just be a song 

Don’t Let Me Wait Too Long

Now people may think this song is too upbeat to be about Pattie because at the point this is written their marriage was in shambles, but if you look at the lyrics they are actually kinda sad so maybe George is waiting for their marriage to get better, and also decided to take a sad song and make it happy. I don’t know though, It can certainly be about God too.

That Is All

So this song is believed to be a devotional song because it was written at the height of his devotion. All George said was  "The melody came to me and I then had to think of lyrics. That's all." But what inspired those lyrics, George? God, so cryptic! Lol, but I believe this song to be partly a song to God and partly a song to Pattie. Given that this was written when he felt he was losing Pattie I could see him feeling like “That’s all I want from you, a smile when I feel blue” and waiting for her to love him like she once did.

So Sad

This song was written about the failure of his marriage to Pattie. In her book, Pattie talks about how she felt very unloved in her marriage with George, but I think this song is proof he felt the same way about her the lyric ‘with no love of his own’ shows that he doesn’t believe Pattie was his anymore and wasn’t completely in love with him anymore. This is one of my favorite of George’s solo work because it isn’t a take me back song or anything, it’s just a song about the profound loss he felt over the failure of his relationship.

“I started So Sad in New York City in 1972. I like this song a lot as a melody and lyrically, except the only problem with it is it’s depressing. It is so sad. It was at the time I was splitting up with Pattie.”

Maya Love 

The lyrics of this song are relating to the illusory of love, Maya is a Sanskrit term for illusion. This song is believed to be about his failed marriage to Pattie, George has said this about the song ‘’Maya love is something when it's 'I love you if', 'I love you when', 'I love you but'. It's a type of love that comes and goes which we do tend to give to one another’’ So yeah could have been inspired about Pattie, could have not been I kinda think it wasn’t and if it was it was only partly. 

Dark Horse

There are a few theories at who he is singing to in this song and one of them is Pattie. I kinda see it as a rebuttal to the criticism he got of Living in the Material World, but I don’t know. At the time it was written I do that he had a lot of anger towards Pattie so I wouldn’t be surprised if she inspired it in some way.

Bye Bye Love

Ok so he didn’t write this song it is technically a cover, but he rewrote the lyrics to fit his situation with Eric Clapton and Pattie. He customizes lyrics he changed “I feel like I could die” to “I know I’m gonna die” 

and added this 

There goes our lady With a "you know who I hope she's happy And "old 'Clapper' too We had good rhythm (and a little slide) Then she stepped in Did me a favour I threw them both out

and this 

Now I'm into romance I shy away from love Got tired of ladies (ooh ooh That plot and shove me And that's the reason We all can (see) so clearly They see that our lady Is out on a 'spree

Can’t Stop Thinking About You 

This song is either about Pattie or Maureen cause it was written while the Maureen affair was happening. Personally, I think it’s about Pattie  I just think the lyrics are pretty fitting for him and Pattie considering it was near the end of their marriage and he knew he was losing her. Saying he can’t take it if he can’t see her no more, it does feel like a plea for Pattie to stay with him and he didn’t want Pattie to leave him as well so it makes more sense.  Also the lyrics ‘’When the night-time comes around Daylight has left me’’ reminds me of the lyrics in So Sad ‘’Now the winter has come To eclipse out the sun That has lighted my love for sometime’’. So yeah could be about Maureen, could be about Pattie only George knows, but I’m leaning towards Pattie.

Grey Cloudy Lies

George wrote this during a time when he was seriously depressed and for a few reasons one of those reasons being splitting up with Pattie. I think the ending of their marriage factored into this song.

Those are the songs I believe might or definitely were inspired by Pattie. I guess you could count Beautiful Girl because the song was originally about her but he couldn’t get any further than this.

“Never seen such a beautiful girl Got me shaking inside Calling on me from deep within her eyes Not the kind you go handing around Want to keep her right there But this love it don't come as no surprise”

He probably didn’t feel like writing any more of it cause at this point their marriage was going downhill he eventually he just forgot about it, years later he remembered it and finished it for Olivia :) 

[rkmeiqi]

[ NOTIFICATION ] VLIVE JUNE 5TH, 2020 @ 11:03PM

Surprise LIVE! AND*ROMA : 춤추자! lets dance! 💎💃

the live starts with a view of one of nova’s practice rooms. meiqi shows up on screen shortly afterwards, waving for the fans and smiling brightly despite the bags under her eyes that show her obvious exhaustion. “hello, everyone!”

she keeps waving as she waits for more people to arrive. the numbers slowly go up and more comments start to fill up the chat, before she finally starts talking. “it’s me, meiqi! this is the first time i’m talking to you guys through vapp, right?” 

“where are the other members? i think they should be back at the dorms by now.” meiqi glances at the door that everyone disappeared through a while earlier. “i decided to stay back to talk to you guys and impress you with some dancing! i’ll wait a little longer though, so more of you can join.”

she answers random questions for a few minutes, things like what’s your favourite starbucks drink? (cotton candy frappuccino) and dogs or cats? (both). then, there’s a fan requesting drama recommendations, and meiqi can’t help but promote one of her best friends.

“have you guys watched revenge note 1? isn’t the actress for ho goohee so cool?” meiqi, herself, has been keeping up with the episodes as they come out, watching them before she falls asleep. “everyone, please support eclipse’s anna and watch the webdrama! i promise it’s good!”

meiqi leans in closer, squinting to read the comments. “are you and anna close? yes! me and yerim-ie went to school together and we still talk a lot.” as she speaks, meiqi unlocks her phone and scrolls through her photo album. finding a cute selfie of them, she turns the phone around to show it to the viewers. “this is from the time i went to visit her at a photoshoot for a chicken cf. security almost kicked me out because they thought i was a crazy fan!” 

she shows a few other pictures of her and yeri, some from high school and others from the rare times they were able to meet up. she also shows pictures of the food truck she had sent yeri on set of her webdrama, and the selfies with gourmet ice cream that she had received in turn.

after rambling about how much she loves her friend (and probably boring most of the viewers), meiqi remembers what she had initially promised she would do and quickly stands. “right! i said i was gonna dance for you guys. why didn’t you remind me?! you guys just let me go on and on about yeri!”

her laughter rings out as she disappears off camera to plug her phone into the speakers. meiqi presses play and then runs backwards as the first few notes begin to filter through the practice room’s speakers. she takes a few steps back to make sure her entire body is in the frame, and then she’s doing the infamous point dance of up and down.

she’s seen some idols get shy after attempting the dance, but meiqi doesn’t falter once. she’s in her element with this song, this concept. she knows the dance considerably well for someone who hasn’t formally practiced it. that’s not to say meiqi wasn’t blasting it around the dorms for a good week, singing into her toothbrush and dancing in her bed. 

she performs it up until the end of the first chorus, before approaching the camera once again with a proud grin. “what do you think?” she asks the viewers as she settles onto the floor again, tilting her head inquisitively. meiqi reads the comments as they come: as expected of meiqi! and jfkdjsjkdg QUEEN. she laughs loudly, basking in the compliments that come in every language. “ah, wait, what did you say? dance meiqi-ne? i like that!”

“are you an olympia? yes, i love luxe! i’ve been following them since they debuted!” meiqi clasps her hands in front of her chest dreamily as she thinks about her favourite group, and now her seniors in the industry. “they have really good music and i think they’re all so pretty! one time, i met ella—i think it was last year during the halloween party. we both dressed up as royalty and she approached me first! it was kind of embarrassing though because i was still technically a trainee and i kept stuttering… but she didn’t make fun of it even once. still, i hope she doesn’t remember that.” 

meiqi presses a hand to her forehead, embarrassed that she’s shared one of her weak moments. she’s still smiling, though, giggling even, because she holds the memory dear. 

she remembers that she’s doing a vlive and removes her hand so that the fans can get a proper look at her rosy cheeks, and so that she can keep reading the comments.

“what other groups do you like?” meiqi strokes her chin, pretending to think. “and*roma?” she chuckles at her own (poor) joke. truthfully, she doesn’t know if there are other groups that she’s really a fan of; she might like their music or know the members, but no one can compete with luxe. might as well promote herself—though it’s stupid, considering 99.9% of the people watching this live must be fans of the group already.

“show us more dance covers!!! wow, so you guys don’t wanna talk to me, huh?” she purses her lips to hide the teasing smile, but it doesn’t quite work when she reads the onslaught of incoming messages that protest and promise that they enjoy talking to her. 

to appease the fans, she pushes herself off the floor and dusts off her shorts. meiqi reaches for her phone and presses shuffle on the playlist she had prepared beforehand. it’s filled with the latest songs that she’s learned and a few older tracks that she likes.

she starts with she’z. to anyone who knows her personally, it might come as a surprise because meiqi has never been a fan of the group. their concept was always too cute for her liking, but their recent releases were right up her alley. unfortunately, she only knows the chorus for dumhdurum, so she fast-forwards the song until then, and starts dancing.

dolls by k.arma is next, another group that meiqi likes. the sophisticated sexiness of the song caught her attention almost immediately upon release. to a lesser extent than luxe’s songs, meiqi has replayed it many times, and after only a handful of times watching the dance, she had picked up on most of it. so, she performs from the beginning until the end of the chorus just as she had done with up and down.

she lets the rest of the song play at a lower volume as she returns to read comments. compliments, compliments, compliments. god, she really loves this. “so cool~ do you know any convex songs? yeah! one sec!”

meiqi searches through her music library and clicks on boom boom. she doesn’t know the choreography as well as the other songs she’s performed, but she thinks she can make it work anyways. besides, she knows the point dance exceptionally well, so she exaggerates that part with a laugh.

she’s having fun. after practicing high heels all of last month, a part of meiqi dreaded being in the practice room. she just associates it with a bad time now, but being able to dance freely to songs she actually likes is oddly liberating. and maybe she just enjoys being praised by faceless strangers who love her.

“oh! there’s also this new group,” meiqi starts once she’s completed the chorus. she taps on gorilla, and raises her voice to be heard over the music. “do you guys know de:code? i went to meet them backstage during promotions because i’ve known seonho since…” meiqi counts on her fingers, but it’s useless. “i actually don’t know. but it’s been a long time! he’s like a little brother to me, so i was shocked when he debuted with such a cool concept!”

cupping her hands around her mouth, meiqi shouts out, “a.c., i’m your biggest fan!” before launching into the chorus’s choreography. 

she’s been dancing so energetically for the past half an hour or so, that she’s finally broken a sweat. her breathing is irregular and heavy now, so she rushes to turn off the music. meiqi plops down in front of the camera, making an x with her arms. “no more dancing, guys! i’m so tired!”

catching her breath, she reads through more comments. “what about per_se? i’ll learn their dances properly and show you guys next time, okay? sorry everyone, and sorry to my seniors.” she presses her hands together and bows her head in an apology.

it’s getting late now, and meiqi really needs to return to the dorms. as much as she doesn’t want to leave, wants to continue talking to fans and dancing to her heart's content, she wasn’t lying about being tired.

“i think it’s time to go, everyone. no, don’t leave? what? you guys have to sleep too, you know! not just me!” she runs a hand through her hair, all oily from the sweat of a long day spent practicing. ugh, is it obvious to the fans that she really needs a shower? she sure hopes not.

“i promise we’ll see each other again soon,” she says earnestly. even if she doesn’t plan on going live again for a while (they’re far too busy right now), and*roma is preparing for a comeback. the fans may not know it, but she can assure them that it won’t be long until they’ll see her again. 

“goodnight, everyone!” just like she’d started the live, meiqi ends it with a wave and a smile. the manager confirms that it’s over before meiqi falls back onto the floor, letting the day’s exhaustion take over her body. “that was fun,” she says aloud, not listening to whatever the manager responds with. probably something about getting ready to go back to the dorms, or maybe scolding her for talking so much (has it really been over an hour since she went live?).

she hadn’t noticed so much time had passed, a stark difference to recent practices where all meiqi did was count down the hours, minutes, and seconds until they could leave.

it’s true, what they say. fans really do give you motivation.

[lynne-monstr]

Four Days

Written for Tentacletober day 22: Tie up the Tentacles

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It takes four days to find Magnus, and they’re the worst four days of Alec’s life. Four frantic, blood-soaked days.

“Where is he?” Alec demands. His seraph blade is sunk deep in the shoulder of a man he’d sat in a clave meeting with only yesterday.

“I told you, I’m not in the Circle. I don’t—” The man screams as Alec twists the blade. He must see death in Alec’s gaze, because he shudders like the coward he is. “I don’t know,” he finishes, his voice weak and thready.

He’s lying. Hiding behind the persona of an aging clave paper-pusher. Alec knows better. “You must think I’m stupid. We both know the Circle is old news.”

Once, that would have been cause to celebrate. Not anymore. In the wake of Alicante’s new Downworlder policy, a new group had risen from the ashes of the old, determined to go back to what they referred to as older and better times. The Foundation, they called themselves. Alec can still remember the shock when he read those words in his daily morning briefing, his surprise only eclipsed by how unsurprised Magnus was to hear the same news.

‘There will always be people that hate me and mine, simply for who we are,’ he’d said. There was anger in his eyes but also resignation.

Alec hated it, and it only spurred on his drive to end this new threat.

And now this same group had abducted his husband. As far as Alec was concerned, they shouldn’t be worrying about Downworlders. They should be worrying about Alec.

Yanking the knife from the man’s shoulder, Alec puts it to his throat. “Where is Magnus Lightwood-Bane?” He doesn’t know how many times he’s asked that question, but he’ll keep asking it until he gets what he wants.

The man screams himself hoarse but eventually he gives Alec the information he needs.

.

Alec takes the elevator down to the very bowels of the clave headquarters where Alec himself works.

His hands are still red, but it’s a dry, flaky red. Closer to brown. It won’t impede his ability to draw a blade or to handle his bow. He wipes them on his suit, uncaring that the expensive fabric is ruined beyond what even magic can do to repair it. Magnus had given him that suit to mark his first day as Inquisitor. It's a harsh reminder that Magnus has always been there for Alec, but when Magnus needed him, he was alone.

Bile stings Alec’s throat and he swallows it down. The clothes don’t matter. Only Magnus does.

Room B-39117 is locked but Alec has a key he’d taken from a Foundation member days ago. His thigh still stings from a phantom slice he healed with an iratze after that particular fight.

The key opens the door.

Alec barely sees the contents of the room, other than to confirm it’s safe to enter. He’s too focused on the surgical table in the middle of it. Or more accurately, the figure strapped to the surgical table.

He’s across the room before he even has time to think. “Magnus!”

Magnus is laying on the table, tied down with a set of six point restraints on his arms, legs, thighs, and chest. The table is wide like a bed, and fanning around him like a peacock’s tail is every single one of his two dozen tentacles, each of them bolted to the table at multiple points along their lengths with a set of thick metal rings. One or two of them are still struggling but the rest are lifeless in their bonds, as if they’ve accepted their inability to break free.

Magnus’ eyes are unglamoured. And looking at Alec. “Alec?” he asks. The edges of his voice are heavy, a little slurred. From drugs or exhaustion, Alec can’t tell.

He cups Magnus’ cheek, leaning down to peer into his eyes. It’s harder to read them without the glamour. Alec’s still getting used to deciphering Magnus’ moods in the slit of his pupils rather than his more human looking features. “It’s me. Can you walk? I’m getting you out of here.”

Alec looks around the room, something he admittedly should have done before charging in. There has to be a set of keys somewhere or a control panel to the table.

“No.” The firm denial brings Alec up short. “Go home, Alec.”

Alec whirls around. Is this some kind of joke?  A trap, most likely, but it doesn’t matter. “Not without you.”

Magnus rolls his eyes, and if it isn't for the sterile room and all the restraints Alec could almost imagine they were bickering back at home. What to have for dinner, what movie to watch, whose book is better, who would win in a fight of runes versus magic. For two people who loved each other so much, they had so many things they didn't see eye-to-eye on. It was exhilarating.

In the next instant, Magnus face contorts into a look of fear. “Alec behind you!”

Alec whirls, bringing his blade up just in time to deflect a seraph sword that would’ve taken his head clean off, wielded by an older woman with a frown as fierce as her swing. He throws himself to the ground at the flicker of movement in his peripheral vision.

A knife shoots past above him, thrown by a second attacker he doesn’t get a glimpse of. A third person runs into the room, a man with a short blunt nose who’s almost as tall as Alec himself. Alec has just enough time to plan his attack when—

Angry red magic sizzles in bolt from behind him, throwing the first attacker into the wall. She slumps, unconscious.

Not missing a beat, Alec engages the remaining two in combat. No sooner does he block the first punch when another burst of magic takes out his tall attacker. It doesn’t take Alec long to defeat the third and last. The three were well trained, but Alec has been living in warzone during his time in New York. There’s no comparison to a cushy life in Alicante.

Finally, when the room’s clear, Alec has a chance to look over at Magnus.

Magnus, whose hands are free and still wreathed in red battle magic. He’s still flat on his back, tethered to the table by his tentacles, but despite that, there’s a victorious glint in his golden eyes. With a quick gesture, he frees himself from the straps around his chest and thighs as well.

“I should have known,” Alec said, a smile growing on his face as he makes his way over to where Magnus is prone. When he’s again beside the bed, he leans in and kisses Magnus. This is real, Magnus is here and safe. And apparently able to free himself the whole damn time.

“You let yourself be kidnapped.” It isn’t a question. “That’s why you wanted me to leave.”

Magnus presses his lips together. “I’m sorry, Alexander. I know you must have been worried sick but they ambushed me and it was the best opportunity I was going to get.” He shrugs, then winces as it pulls at the nearest restrained tentacles. “You heard the intel about the Foundation just as I did. They’re planning something big. This was the easiest way to get answers.”

He makes another gesture with his magic, this time towards his tentacles. And frowns when the restraints don’t loosen. He tries again, his elegant gestures turning sharper with each failure. Alec doesn’t need to be an expert in reading his cat’s eyes to know Magnus is concerned by this development.

“I was afraid of this,” Magnus mutters, more to himself than to Alec. He rolls halfway onto his side, his hands roaming up and down one of his tentacles, but no matter how much he tries to coax the restraint open, it remains stubbornly closed.

He turns his head to look up Alec. “It appears I’m a little stuck.”

The tip of the tentacle closest to Alec wriggles in its binding. It looks so sad like that, caged and unhappy. Alec couldn't ignore it if he tried. He brings his hand within touching distance and immediately, it rubs itself against his palm like a pleased cat. Alec can’t help petting it a little. Magnus’ tentacles crave affection as much as Magnus himself, only they’re a lot less shy about showing it.

“So this was your plan?” Alec asks, eyes sweeping over the bound tentacles keeping Magnus on his back. An unlocking rune fails to work and Alec busies himself making a circle of the table, looking for anything like a key or a control panel that would release Magnus.

He can hear Magnus huff. “If you hadn’t knocked that last one unconscious, I could’ve taken his memories and used it to get out of these things.” He turns his eye to gaze mournfully at the slumped figures along the far wall. “Unfortunately, that’s no longer an option and I don’t particularly want to wait for them to wake up.”

“Oh so it’s my fault.”

“Well, you are the one who interrupted my interrogation.”

Alec looks at Magnus, his dirty clothes and greasy hair. The angry red marks on his wrists where they peek out from his shirt cuffs. “Your interrogation? That’s not what it looks like from here.”

A cloud passes over Magnus’ face. “Then you’re not looking hard enough. I’ve been playing war games since before your grandparents were in diapers.” The storm passes as quickly as it came, leaving Magnus with a self-satisfied smile. “If you must know, I got everything I need from them to stop their latest plan. And while I would have liked to stick around another day to make sure I didn’t miss anything, that’s no longer an option. So, if you wouldn’t mind lending your assistance, I’d like to go home, have a steaming hot shower, and hug my husband.”

“That sounds nice,” Alec says, his hand finding its way to Magnus’ face. It’s a little selfish, how he lingers to stroke Magnus’ jaw with his thumb, the way he always does whenever his words stick in his throat. The warmth of Magnus’ skin is a much-needed reminder that all the worst-case scenarios he’d spent days imagining are nothing more than bad memories.

Focus. Once he frees Magnus he can do all the touching he wants.

Alec inspects the metal rings binding the tentacles. They’re snug, each one pressing into the skin of the tentacle. In the middle of each ring is a line of raised dots, around the size of a pencil’s eraser. Almost as if they’re the base for something on the inside of the ring. Something keeping Magnus from pulling out of the restraint like he should’ve been able to do easily.

A creeping horror comes over Alec.

His hands curl into fists at his side. “Magnus, are these. Are these…are they hurting you?”

Now that he’s looking for it, he can see the lines of distress across Magnus’ forehead and around his mouth. There’s a tension in his muscles that speaks of long-lasting pain. Each new drop of knowledge beats like a drum against Alec’s head. He needs to get Magnus out of here now.

“It’s fine, Alec.” Of course, Magnus could read him just as well as he can read Magnus.

Alec struggles to control his expression but all he can think about is how many of the little metal rings are biting into Magnus’ flesh. The tentacles have some small level of autonomy, but they’re part of Magnus. Whatever they feel, he feels.

“Magnus? Have you been wearing these the whole time these people—” Alec practically spits the world. For all Shadowhunters talk about being descended from angels, he’s come to realizes some of the worst monsters are the people he grew up thinking were the good guys,“—the whole time they had you?”

Magnus doesn’t answer and that’s answer enough. It only spurs on Alec’s determination to get him out of this place and make sure it’s shut down for good. A quick search of the room doesn’t reveal anything that can help. What’s worse, he can’t get into the computer equipment without risking triggering a failsafe and leaving Magnus trapped for good. He tugs at his hair. There must be something he can do, something that can help but he can’t think of it.

“Alec. Alec!” Magnus’ voice snaps him back. Magnus has his palm outstretched. “Did you really think I’d come here without a backup plan? Get your blade out.” He wiggles his fingers in a way that leaves no doubt what he’s asking.

“Are you sure?” It’s a stupid question but Alec asks it anyways. He’s had enough conversations with Magnus to know the basics of magical theory—tipsy conversations over wine, hushed whispers tangled together before sleeping, even casual chats when they have the occasional free afternoon to meet for lunch.

Blood augments magic. Especially demon blood. And Magnus is part greater demon.

“I can do it myself if you prefer,” Magnus says, not unkindly.

Alec shakes his head. He knows how to make a clean cut, so sharp and fast Magnus won’t even feel it until it’s over. “So you do need me to escape,” he teases. It’s a shoddy attempt to lighten the mood but it works.

Magnus glares from where he’s lying down, but it’s more fond than truly annoyed. “This is certainly less painful than the alternative,” he allows.

Alec imagines Magnus using his teeth on himself, or trying to cut his hand on a random sharp edge of the table, and hides his wince. The life they choose to live is a dangerous and often painful one but that doesn’t mean he ever wants to think of Magnus in pain. He’d whisk Magnus away and hide him in comfort forever if he didn’t think Magnus would hate him for it. Or even allow him to do it in the first place.

Instead, he takes Magnus’ palm in his hands and presses his lips to the center of it. Unsheathing his blade, he slices through the skin he just kissed.

Magnus doesn’t flinch, doesn’t react at all other than to crane his head and stare at the blood welling up into a small pool in his palm. He swipes it up with the fingers of his opposite hand and draws a sigil Alec doesn’t recognize on the metal table. The angle he’s lying down at obscures his vision of what he’s drawing but it doesn’t seem to matter. Magnus moves as if he’s done this a thousand times before, so familiar with the components of the spell that he doesn’t need to look at what his fingers are doing.

It’s not that Alec forgets Magnus is a powerful warlock. But Magnus so often throws around his magic for nothing more than minor conveniences that it’s easy to forget Magnus isn’t just a charismatic leader with an easy smile who can throw around the occasional fireball in a fight. There’s a depth of knowledge beneath his kind eyes, accumulated over centuries of living. Alec wonders how much of Magnus’ magic he still has yet to see. Is there enough time left in his mortal life to possibly see it all, or is there’s so much that it can’t be filled in a lifetime?

The air grows heavy, like they’re deep underwater. A high pitched ringing noise tickles Alec ear and then—

It all stops.

Magnus sits up, his tentacles waving freely in the air around him. “Much better,” he says. He rolls his shoulders, craning his neck from side to side as if he’s stretching for the first time in days. Which, he very well might be.

There’s the hint of a strain in his voice but Alec doesn’t call him out on it. He also doesn’t help Magnus as he gets up from table, though he keeps a close out in case he falters. There are certain things, Alec has learned, that Magnus prefers to do himself. Especially when they’re not in the privacy of their home behind Magnus’ wards.

Alec’s fears are unfounded and Magnus is steady on his feet. They leave that horror of a room behind but as they sneak through the myriad of corridors and elevators between them and the surface, he can’t help but notice the tiny, dark puncture marks circling each of Magnus’ tentacles where the metal bindings had cut into him.

They must hurt, but they don't seem to hinder him in combat, Alec learns when they eventually need to make their way out by force. Fighting alongside Magnus is as easy as curling up on the couch with Magnus, as easy as breathing, as easy as the things they do together in the bedroom behind closed doors. The move in perfect synchronicity, switching off between their respective long and short range attacks, never falling into a predictable enough rhythm for their enemies to get the jump on them.

The moment they’re home, Magnus sags, his tentacles pulling tight to his body.

Acting on instinct, Alec gets an arm beneath Magnus’ shoulder and guides him to the couch. They settle there together, Alec with his arms around Magnus, Magnus with his tentacles around Alec. A pained hiss escapes from Magnus as the movement jostles the tentacles’ injuries, but when Alec goes to move away they only hold him tighter.

“I’ll heal them later,” Magnus says. “Can we stay like this?”

It’s as close to admitting exhaustion as Alec is going to get from him.

Tomorrow, they’ll need to drag themselves back into the world and deal with the information Magnus risked himself to acquire. They'd already done the most critical part when Magnus used a last burst of heavy magic to send his findings to both the clave and the warlock council. It's only a matter of time now until both their organizations are clamoring for interviews and debriefings and all the rest.

But that’s a whole morning away and Alec currently has other plans.

He kisses the tentacle draped across his shoulders, turning back just in time to catch a kiss from Magnus himself. A peck on the lips that turns heated. Alec sinks into the kiss, surrounded by Magnus at every part of his body.

“Jealous?” Alec asks, once they part, his eyes dancing with laughter.

“Of myself? Hardly.”

Magnus leans in to kiss him again and the tentacles wrap snugly around them both.

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New adopted oc! Her previously owner and creator gave it away to adoption and i took her in, can’t let a beautiful oc like her to go to waste/deleted/erased!

This beautiful but deadly oc was adopted by me and she will be in the mafia crew AU Alfa-beta-omega ONLY!

Can’t wait to draw her! Her red eyes are stunning, black long hair and dark hound ears, dark skin, her pet is a dog! Just look at her, i’m very happy having her in my AU!

More information about Abigail according to her previously owner/artist: Abigail has the red strings (of fear).

She’s the leader of the hell hounds (plus eldest)

She has a big dog(hell hound but I don’t have a ref of the dog) that she always loves and she loved during around life time. Her crimes were murdering innocent people with her dog and how she died was being buried alive with her dog.

Thank you for understanding! 🌹

Coming soon i hope, my new oc…

Well, they are my ocs so i better start to work on them 🙂😲 can’t wait 😁

Lets start with their backstory and past:

Yoldeing the cat: Is Bella best friend and like a big sister, they know each other since day one, they were born at the same hospital. Nobody knows Yoldeing real parents since mister Tomoshi, found her abandoned in the crib after only 3 days…also Bella is half japanese, that’s why Yoldeing decide to learn japanese.

The fire lady (Ruby): Ruby is a spirit of fire, they lived with people in peace since no one can really see them, however one boy, Silver can see her perfectly…At his six birthday, a fire started in the room where he and others kids played; that event left a mark on the poor boy and a big scare. Silver was afraid of her since she reminds him of the past however one night an half human-spirit Ruby appears at his door, asking him for help…Now, Silver must help Ruby get into her world before she disappear completely!

Silver: Silver, is a hot white hair boy, who has no care in the world, he is a strong and free person. He has a guitar and his love is “Mona” a red motor scooter. His father is one of the richest men since it’s a family business for generations…However he is not interested in such boring things, Silver is a dreamer!

Bella the cat: As a family, Bella has her parents and her younger brother, also she has an aunt (she was adopted; sister of Bella mother) that is a fox with 9 kids (Blue is one of them and Bella cousin)…Her best friend is Yoldeing the cat. The rest of her past is N/A

It’s time to meet another new adopted oc: Rocky flame, she is much more like a candle with flame 😅 Rocky flame smells like vanilla… Her friends are Dandelion the white flower and Muffy, Rocky flame doesn’t like Amstran the moon dancer too much because she thinks that he is like a bad omen…

I have bad news: My black marker died on me recently 😧Nooo!😣

Also fact about my ocs: Layla has the left eye green while the right is blue, she bleed black ink and her tears are red as blood! Also she has a double personality!

Bella the cat: She has yellow eyes, and in her pink hair has some green hair, so yes, her hair has 2 colors even that in her family no one has green hair, also her silver moon earrings are important to her, it was a gift from her grandmother!

Diamond suffers from memory lost, she can’t remember a part of her childhood, she is part cat because her mother was a cat…and Diamond is shy and insecure, her cat part is brave and loves adventures…other then that she has my personality because before becoming an oc it was my persona…

I might talk about my adopted ocs such as Luna the moon demon and Elly the snow cat…

Luna the moon demon is actually a reflection of the moon called the moon child in many mythical stories… She has been born from all the events that was happening on full moon from decades ago, Luna only appears on full moon, but there are rare moon fenomens like the super moon/ blood moon, the moon of vampires etc that emphasize her true form and it’s not a pretty sign…She loves the moon eclipse, it’s her favorite time! Originally, she was created to protect the ones who were lost at night but that changed due in time! Now, she is just a moon demon!

Elly the snow cat: She along with her family is a descendent from the big cats that lived in the ice Age. Elly loves cold, she is a cold person, not many likes her, she is always sad! She hates Summer only because of the heat, she loves Winter! On Winter Elly wears often a swimsuit and takes baths in the frozen lake! All of her family calls her ice princess, her favorite movie is Frozen!

Should i create some children for my ocs ship? 🤔😥

Update:

Bella the cat with Vincent the rock star have a boy named Winchester Victor born on May 11

Silver and Ruby: the fire lady have a boy, his name is Shun born on March 7 and adopted Flame

Monica with Nick: a girl, her name is Felicia born on January 20

Diamond has 2 girls, they are non identical twins and is a single mother… Amy and Anna, both born on October 17

Amber the lost angel and Miya the rightful angel adopted a girl: Grace (grey eyes and blond hair) born on April the first

Layla has Calliope born on December 12 , her father is unknown

Blue the fox with Elly the cat has Phoebe (fox) born on June 10 and Martin (cat) born on July 5, Phoebe is 2 years older then Martin

Tommie the farmer cat and Eleonora the raimbow joy: Amstran the moon dancer and his little sister Cleo born on November 4

Name: Silver

Gender: Male

Backstory: N/A

Hair color: white

Eyes color: Green

Relation: In love with Ruby:the fire lady

Family: Two sister and their father

Favourite color: Green

Favourite season: Winter

Age:19

Name: Blue the fox

Gender: Boy

Species: It’s a foxy…i hope that i can draw it

Backstory: N/A

Eyes color: Red

Hair: short and pink

Family: Only parents

Favourite color: Red

Favourite season: Spring

Age: 21

Name: Bella

Species: Cat

Eyes color: Yellow

Hair color:Pink with green

Backstory: N/A

Family: Her cousins, mother and her grandfather

Favourite season: autumn

Favourite color:Pink

Ok, it’s time for a new oc that i love it…her name is Layla and yes…i will use 2 of my names so i use them when i want it 😅 but still i’m the same person that has the same boring ocs or not…actually no one knows their story so…i always wanted a different oc now i have it…Unlike Karina/Dolor that it’s a shadow of revenge that love misery and feels hate, this oc likes to mess up with rituals, a cute little blond that is adorable at first can kill you in a secunde…and yes she has a tail, that doesn’t often shows it…😅

Drippi the mouse of heart INFO:

Drippi is a yellow mouse having a twin sister…Because he is special (has a red heart shape in his fur) no one likes him that much, not even his family! Drippi only friend was Faith the head rabbit before Faith was killed and come back to life as a head! Drippi doesn’t know about his friend condition, he only knows that Faith disappeared and that he has to find him! Drippi end up in the Cartoon Town where he meets Diamond and now Diamond has a friend, the city is big and dangerous… will Drippi find his lost pal?

Faith:Let me tell a story about two brothers and a crime…

About Faith the head rabbit: Faith was 18 years old (means 1 and half year in our years because rabbits has short lifes) when his jealous older brother decapited him…

But that night it was a full blue moon, when his spirit meet this demon girl Luna the moon demon!

So, they made a contract, Luna giving him the power to turn back time that’s why his eyes looks like clocks…

But making a contract with a demon there are consequences you must pay!

Now Faith the head rabbit must spend his eternity as a head taking care of Luna the moon demon as her butler!

Ok, so after the poll that i’ve made looks like some of you want more information about my ocs! You can still vote helping me making the blog a little more spicy! Lool! Also thank you so much for the support, any piece of advice is welcome here!

Today i’m for my male ocs:

Vincent the rock star

Tommie the farmer cat

Faith the head rabbit

Hester the photo marksmen

+ one more…

Vincent the rock star:

He was born on July 14, family has his father that is his mentor, his mother died when he was 11 years old! Vincent has his mother voice but loves rock music that comes from his father so he decide to become a rock star singer! He meet Bella the cat at one of his concerts, so they become an item!

2. Tommie the farmer cat

Born in September 6, he was an ordinary cat owned by a family of farmers in a town where strange things happens! He is a lovely and single dad at the age 21 having a pumpkin son…strange things happens and when magic gets involves nothing is the same!

3. Faith the head rabbit

Faith the head rabbit was a royal happy rabbit till one night when he got murdered!

He had 3 (2 older and 1 younger) brothers and 2 young sisters, born in April 10! He makes a deal with Luna the moon demon and so his past become history!

4. Hester the photo marksmen

Hester is a creature made from artists desire, he has 2 faces (one happy and the other sad), likes poems and drama books! He is a misterious and charming man, that has 2 voices (one sounds happy and the other sounds sad)…He is an expert in taking and making photos also using his powers he can make every photo become real!

That is all for today!