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taybatwo2 · 7 months

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Magic Mixling Review: Deerlee!

Guess who got her hands on Deerlee?? I did! I couldn’t find her anywhere in my area, nor any of my neighboring towns. After ordering her twice on Amazon, I finally got her (the first time was another Unia). She was the one I was most excited for too.

Here’s Deerlee with all of my other deer-esque dolls. Monster High Isi Dawndancer, Monster High Gilda Goldstag, Zelfs Talleen (she’s not technically a deer….but I wanted something else in the picture) and Manny the moose Zelf.

Here she is!! She’s super cute. She has a bunch of cute (I think plum) blossoms all over her, including her antlers.

More of her and other deer dolls under the cut!

As with almost all of the Pixlings, she has sculpted clothes (including gloves) and a “swimsuit” with the same theming. The knots on her top/boots/back of gloves remind me of pankou knots (I’m not sure if that intentional or not). It does bother me that her little tail is on the side. I need to make her a little tail like Winter and Unia.

Here are both sides of her shoes (she has hooves sculpted on the front).

The bottom has more plum blossoms, petals, and the Moose Toys logo.

Her hair is super soft by the way. It feels just as soft as the other Pixlings. She also still has some pixelization (but again, it’s not as distracting as Mattel’s printing). Her blushing on her nose and one side of her upper lip is a bit off, but not too bad. She also has a very cute assortment of freckles and petals on her face.

Oh! And her ears are fully sculpted to her head, they’re not separate pieces.

An oddity with Deerlee is her neck peg. It doesn’t seem to have any paint on it and it is very visible when she lifts her neck up.

Let’s briefly compare her to some of her deer attributes to other deer-like dolls (as I don’t own many of these and I do deeper dives into them on my other Pixling posts).

Her and Gilda both have deer-like ears sticking out of the side of their heads, pinkish hair, face spots, and light tan/gold skin (the darker tan on Deerlee is very similar to Gilda’s skin tone). Her antlers are much more like an antelope than those of a deer.

Gilda’s horns have more in common with Enchantimals: Gabriela Gazelle’s.

Let’s compare her to someone who has more deer features: Isi Dawndancer.

Isi actually doesn’t have attached antlers, and her ears are placed higher on her head; she does have lots of freckles/spots on her face though. To make up for the lack of antlers, she has some of the COOLEST FEET EVER! Take a look Deerlee!

Cute little hoofies!!! She’s actually the only one of these bipedal deer dolls that (were created) to have hoof feet.

Monster High had another deer-like character: Fawn, but she never received a doll. She has deer ears on the side of her head, no antlers, face freckles and she has HOOF FINGERS!!

Ever After High’s Dragon Games’ Deerla (a smaller pixie doll, ancestor to their Enchantimals’ line) has similar design elements to Isi, Fawn, and Deerlee:

Her skin tone looks very close to Fawn’s, she has freckles, and deer ears on top of her head (like Isi’s).

-I still can’t get over the two pairs of ears design choice-

……her antlers look really odd, like they have a main antler shape in there, but they added a bunch of random swirls to them as an afterthought.

Deerla passed down her golden ears, antlers and second pair of ears to her Enchantimal cousins.

Danessa Deer is one of the main cast of Enchantimals. She is about the height of Deerlee, has a similar skin tone to Isi, and once again has freckles.

Danetta Deer (-they seriously just took the two ‘s’s in her name and changed them to the next letter in the alphabet-) is on a much smaller Enchantimal body and basically looks like a smaller version of Danessa with a cuter face (in my humble opinion).

Rainey Reindeer has some impressive looking antlers. She has the lightest of freckles and she looks close to Deerlee’s skin complexion. Honestly, one of the cuter Enchantimals (maybe because her ponytail hides her human looking ears).

Nope, I lied. Queen Delilah has the most impressive looking set of antlers sculpted onto her head (for the Enchantimal line anyways). -someday she will be mine- She is eight inches tall. A tiny bit shorter than the Ever After High Pixies which were 8.5 inches tall, but she has more articulation: her knees! Not even Deerlee has that!

She looks to be the same color as Rainey and parts of Deerlee. Of course she has the freckles too.

The last Mattel line I’m going to look at are the Monster High Frightmares. Specifically the two “deer” looking frightmares: Fawntime Fallowheart and Meadoe Flurry. -two more deer dolls I desperate wanted but never bothered to buy when I had the chance!!-

They are 6 inches tall, have molded on clothing and down turned ears just like Deerlee! Their arm articulation is pretty limited, but they could move at the hip and neck. They have the cutest little molded deer tails!! And their bodies are giving me nostalgia for my G2 My Little Ponies. I think only Fawntime has freckles (and some unique branch eyebrows) and Meadoe has only powdered lavender/ periwinkle skin tone so far (and the most badass looking fantasy antlers). Okay! Onto MGA’s deer doll offerings.

-my holy grail- Novi Star’s Doe A. Deer! She has flocked legs (and I thiiiiink that’s all…which is a choice).

Her body is mostly white and her dress looks like something Fawntime would like to graze on, she doesn’t have any freckles (just some dot eyebrows, Gilda would be pleased), I don’t believe she has a tail, her ears look to be the same, but her antlers are wonderfully large.

Na! Na! Na! Surprise had a female and a male deer doll: Myra Woods and Donnie Ranger.

Both have the littlest of freckles, super detailed clothes (seriously, Donnie’s look amazing) and plastic horns stuck to their hats (both seem to be new sculpts too). For some reason, Myra’s sleeping bag’s antlers are set under her ears.

Okay! Onto another Moose toy!!! Zelfs!!! I have already said how much I love posing my pixlings with my Zelfs, but they are so cute together. Deerlee seems to like gossiping with Talleen and Manny.

Both of them have ears stuck to the tops of their head like Isi and the Enchantimals. There were two more deer themed Zelfs: Dorthy-doe (who looks a bit more like a pink Jack-a-lope than a deer) and another reindeer to join the herd: Rein-Doe. Both lack face spots and have different horns than Deerlee (although Rein-doe looks very similar - he even seems to have a flower theme too).

I had wanted to compare her with one of my Zelfs that had downturned ears (as what hers immediately reminded me of). Hmm, it actually looks like the Zelfs (this is Flitter by the way) had a little indent in there and Deerlee had thicker chunkier ears.

Anyways, not as deep as I usually go for over-views on dolls, but I’ll take some more photos of her after I give her a proper tail and paint some of the detail on her shirt and gloves. Did you guys have a favorite deer themed doll? Any of these on your want list? Did I miss any play line deer dolls?? She was super cute, and while I would still love for the line to give us knee articulation, more dolls with fully removable clothing, and the option to buy the dolls without the potion bottles (which are fun, but I am not going to be playing with them again). I look forward to trying to find the dragon and the fairy pixlings.

#aleta’s toys #doll collecting #dollbr #magic mixies #magic mixies pixlings #Deerlee #doll reviews #doll review #deer doll #pixling #pixlings #Deerlee Pixling

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 8 months

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Julie Kicks Saz's Ass

Here's a quick thing. I definitely should be doing work and will return to doing so. But I needed to get this out of my head. Also unofficial voice claim for Saz. I think Saz would sound similar to Tracy Chapman's singing voice. The original writer and singer of Fast Car for those who may not know. (Completely unrelated it's just been something on my mind).

Have another fight scene. I was gonna do some studying into some more fight styles just cause I wanted to but me busy. So we gonna wing this in standard narwhal style.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @liv-is (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!)

"You're getting really good at beating Elliot's ass." Julie praised, a slim finger sliding beneath the fabric tied over her missing eye.

Saz huffed breathlessly. The bear morpher slowly rising to full height in acknowledgment. The compliment proves more as a statement of truth regarding the deer morpher's awkward position. Elliot's face one with the ground. Arms flailed out awkwardly. And ass sort of in the air. Proof that even in a forced slam to the ground they had decided to practice on, that he'd resisted until the very end. Though it really looked like he was embracing the grazing nature of the animal he took after. Even with the deer morpher appearing more like a billy goat with both busted antler stumps protruding from his skull.

A groan finally tore through the deer morpher's throat. Eyes from the fellow morphers following his body collapsing onto its side.

"I know my suffering is like solving world hunger to you, but I know I deserve a turn to watch you suffer."

Julie couldn't help but to grin, "A turn? I've beat you less but worse than Ian has." She nudged Elliot with her foot.

Saz's brows scrunched at that information, scratching softly at her mustache, "Maybe don't admit that right in front of me."

Julie looked over to the irked bear morpher, quickly apologizing. She knew Saz and Ian were having a difficult time getting along. She didn't need to make the process more grueling than needed. A bit of slime oozed from her palms.

Elliot rolled away from the antagonizing foot. Hissing softly at a random pain that shot through his knee.

"You don't think Saz could beat you?" Elliot said, genuine disdain and disbelief making it difficult to distinguish whether that was a question or an accusation.

Deer and Hagfish stared at each other. Hagfish thought. Carefully. Silently. Twirling one of her braids around her finger.

"There's always a chance she could right? But everyone knows I fight to win."

Elliot seemed more offended on Saz's behalf than the bear morpher herself.

"I buy a round of slurpee's for everyone if you can win." Elliot rose to his feet with a grunt, grass stains littering his clothes.

The bear morpher chimed in.

"Elliot, how the hell am I gonna beat someone who can beat you?"

Elliot gestured to Saz, "Easy. The power of friendship and your gut instincts."

Saz stared blankly at him. Grumble rumbling in the back of her throat. Partially slipping past her lips. Never had she wanted to beat someone's ass so intensely for blind faith in her. The bear morpher didn't think the slurpee was a good enough reward for the pain she'd endure.

"Please?! Free slurpees! Free!" Elliot clasped his hands together, giving her the best doe eyes he could manage.

She grunted softly and glanced at Julie. Realizing the woman was laughing. She was doing a poor job at disguising it. Shoulders shaking with sharp intakes of breath.

"It's good practice anyway. Let's do this." Julie said after her laughter calmed.

Saz nodded hesitantly and put up her guard. Watching Julie closely. Julie tossed off her jean jacket and shook out her limbs. Julie crouched down a bit, both of her forearms in front of her face. Both called out ready and watched each other. Both unmoving for an unnerving amount of time.

Julie shuffled in. Quickly closing the space between the two. Her palm shot out, fingers curled in. The bone of her palm knocking Saz's block straight into her face. Saz cursed at the stunning shock of pain. The force of her own fist hitting her face splitting her lip. The bear morpher needed to regain her composure. She needed to get the fuck out of the hit zone. She was learning just how good Julie's reach was.

Hagfish morpher throwing another palm strike to Saz's cheekbone. Saz's head whipping at the force. The bear kept her wavering block up. Reaching out quickly to grapple with the fellow morpher's arm. The sound of Elliot's cheers making her ears ring. Or maybe that was from the two hits to the face. She wasn't thinking about that. Instead her thoughts went to how hard it was to grab the woman.

Julie's block remained strong. Slime oozing from her pores the more Saz touched her. Genuine gay nervousness and the stress response of being mid-fight helping her. The bear morpher quite literally couldn't get a grip. A very important skill in the bear morpher's fighting basket. The bear morpher had to take the risk.

Saz dropped her guard completely narrowly dodging an actual closed fist punch that just might've had her seeing gods. Saz wrapped her arms around Julie. Using as much of her clothing as she could as a barrier. Practically squeezing the woman as tight as she could.

Julie wheezed at the initial squeeze. Fighting her urge to squirm in the bear morpher's beefy grasp. The slime oozed faster. Seeping through her clothes.

She took her own gamble. Wedging herself closer into Saz's hold. Slipping her arms free with ease. Her palms rocketed upwards, slamming into Saz's chin. Some of Julie's slime coating the bear morpher's scruff.

Saz's teeth slammed together at the impact. Tears brimming in her eyes from the pain radiating from her mouth and face. A roar of agony sounded out from the preoccupied morpher when Julie's fist went painfully into her side. Her other hand sloppily reaching out to push the woman off of her.

The hagfish morpher's slimy palm making direct contact with Saz's nose. Saz's head rocked back with the force.

"Holy shit! Saz let her go! Let her go!" Elliot screamed out to deaf ears, panicking.

Julie squirmed in the death grip now. The pain seemed to have made Saz grip tighter. In some wild state of semi-conscious rigor mortis.

Saz raised Julie as high as she could. Her own sweaty and now fellow slime soaked shirt rose up her stomach. Once Julie was face to face with her, knowing she had little time before that slime made her impossible to hold, she bashed Julie's skull with her own with no remorse. The force pushing the escape artist out of her arms.

Saz groaned in pain in short growls. Backing away from Julie as pain radiated from her face and side.

Julie touched a slimy hand to her forehead. Hissing softly at the tender patch of skin she knew she'd have a bump on later.

Elliot waved his arms wildly on the sidelines. Staring at his battered friends. Well, battered friend. Julie was pretty well off in comparison. The hagfish morpher wasn't standing down until this fight was over either.

Julie kept her guard down. Watching the bear morpher sway drunkenly on her two feet. The morpher's eyes swimming in tears as they put a shaky block back up. Julie swept in. Surprised by a surprisingly fast fist knocking a gasp from her. Julie's fist finds Saz's previously punched side again.

A roar of pain sends fine droplets of blood flying. Julie takes her opportunity once again palm hitting the bear morpher's now exposed throat.

Saz falls forward with a gasp. Wheezes and soft growls intermingle as she attempts to catch her breath.

Julie looks over to the shocked deer morpher, "You better get your friend something more than a slurpee. I'll take care of her while you take your walk by yourself."

Elliot jogged over to Saz. Worry overrides the pain in his knee.

"Holy shit Julie."

Julie shrugged, falling to her knees to rub the broad back of the morpher still struggling to catch her breath.

"I told you I fight to win, Elliot."

#writeblr #random writes #Fucked at Five #I almost feel bad the way I be putting Saz through it

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ofdragns · 3 days

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BRYN LLYWELYN / a study in naïveté, growing up, and shirking one's responsibilities ; a story of loyalty to oneself & one's family, at the expense of all else

• rider of ardenach • second prince of lyris • aged twenty-eight • rider for the past six years

laying beneath a tree in the midst of a field of wildflowers in full bloom ; a lake’s surface, inches of crystal-clear ice revealing the inky depths beneath ; summer days when it feels like you’re drowning in air, without the slightest hint of a breeze to ease the heat ; the crunch of pebbles beneath your feet on a well-worn hiking path high in the mountains ; a faded and frayed tapestry hanging on a wall, disguising a hidden passage

[ I. ] statistics.

full name : prince bryn eirwen llywelyn nicknames & aliases : bee, bells, bree title/s : their royal highness, captain

age : twenty-eight date of birth : the seventh day of the fourth month, 1512 a.s. place of birth : the royal palace, lyris

gender : gender non conforming pronouns : she/they orientation : bisexual

face claim : jessie mei li height : 160 cm / 5'3" hair : black, long, wavy eyes : black style of dress : anything heavily embroidered — prefers heavier fabrics, and clothes that are easy to move in. blouses and jackets, wide-skirted dresses, etc.

occupation : dragon rider rank : captain of squad 3 weapon : throwing knives

[ II. ] dragon.

name : ardenach nicknames & aliases : arden, akki

age : five hundred & seventy-nine date of birth : the fifteenth day of the second month, 961 a.s. place of birth : cadwyn cyfandir mountain range

sex : female pronouns : she/they

colour : grey horns : antlers tail : feathered nose-to-tail length : 204m wingspan : 425m image : here — this is more what she would have looked like as a young dragon, she is now much, much larger than that.

[ iii. ] history.

born on a clear autumn day, within the royal palace of lyris, bryn eirwen llywelyn was a child best described as headstrong. running about the palace gardens like a whirlwind, the child was known to be found perched in trees or on precarious rooftops and balconies, unwilling to be bound by gravity.

even as they grew older, bryn was a child who refused to submit to such base ideas as normalcy or be constrained by the rules of society. as the second child within the royal family, they had some freedom from expectations, but they still chafed at the milder restrictions they were subject to.

when bryn was twenty, her parents had finally had enough of her disobedience and recklessness, and encouraged bryn to enlist in the city guard. reluctantly, she did so — and promptly found it delightful. while her freedom was curtailed somewhat, as a guard she had plenty of opportunities to meet the people of lyris informally and formally, and make friends who saw her not as the prince but as just another guard.

but all good things must come to an end — after two years as a guard, bryn finally got her parents' permission to participate in the next rider selection. riding a dragon would be a dream come true — and it was, when she first bonded with ardenach. the pair quickly became one of the more formidable duos within the riders' force, and bryn discovered the downside to being a rider.

no more could they be just another city guard — instead, after that ceremony, everyone knew them as the second prince and ardenach's rider. the last person to ride ardenach was said to be one of the city's founders, who hatched the dragon themselves ... so to become her second rider, made bryn rather well-known in a way their royal status had never done.

six years on, and bryn is the captain of squad 3, still not entirely comfortable with being famous, and extremely glad their bond with akki prevents them ever having to take over the administrative duties of the monarch and heir.

#ridersfm.intro

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townofcadence · 2 months

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Muse Information - Lovella

Directory | Character List | Headcanons

Basic Information:

Full Name: Lovella

Nicknames: Love, Darling

Age: ??? A lady doesn't tell~.

Date of Birth: ???

Nationality: ???

Accent: ???

Blood Type: ???

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian, but will go out with men for work

Relationship Status: Unattached

Occupation: Socialite, Arm Candy, Escort

Physical Traits:

Height: Variable

Weight: Variable

Eye Color(s): Opalescent pale blue

Hair Color(s): Pale Blonde

Notable Features: Pink skin, Lovella usually has many sparkling decorations. She tends towards silver, and pearls. She has cloven hooves, and curling hair that sometimes forms little hearts, and a pair of antler-esque horns that can change shape. She has a long tail with a heart at the end. Her appearance tends to shift to be what is most desirable to one's perception. Her dressing is usually what is appropriate, though she prefers higher-end clothing.

Nature: flirtatious, calm, reserved, calculating, aloof

Art Ref:

#mobilefriendly #Muse Information #Lovella #Lovella Headcanon

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drustvar · 1 year

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Yew Calligan : Bio (2023)

Basics:

Age: mid to late 30′s Pronouns: They/them or she/her Voice Claim: Elizabeth Hartman Birthday: September 2nd Zodiacs: Virgo (sun) Aquarius (moon) Height: 4‘11″ (149.86 cm) MBTI: INTJ (The Architect) Appearance: Yew is a very petite, delicate looking person. They have dark, medium length brown hair that has spiky / feathered ends with a white streak running through it. She has pale olive skin and dark brown eyes. Her lips seem to have a permanent downturn to them. They don’t wear much makeup, although they like to do under-eye shadow.

Core Traits:

Quizzical

Meek

Sympathetic

Cunning / Resourceful

Impassive

Nervous / Insecure

Love Interests: Nadia, Lucio, and any of the Courtiers.

Favorites, Background, Family info and Trivia below the cut!

Favorites:

Food: Spinach Pide Drink: Bloody Mary Flower: Asphodel Color: Puce Likes: Puzzles, taxidermy, ice skating, singing (specifically opera), archery, birds, weaving, pale and grayscale colors. Dislikes: Dogs, gaudy colors, tomatoes, public speaking, and fire magic.

Magic Info:

Yew has talented magic users on both sides of their family (on their father’s is green and kitchen witches, on their mother’s side are seers and augurists.) However they themselves have very little talent in any field. (Or at least, that’s what they think) They can do basic spells like minor levitation or lesser light casting, but that’s about it. They do have an interest in the schools of dark magic, specifically necromancy, but are too scared to attempt anything from their books of dark magic. Patron Tarot: 13, Death. Upright: End of an era. Profound change and transformation. The continuation of cycles. Reversed: Stagnation. Resisting the inevitable. Refusal and ignorance.

Family:

Brahms Calligan (father)

Tiffany Blackfen (mother)

Finnick Calligan (older brother)

Oleander Calligan and Osmunda Calligan (younger twin sisters)

Background

Yew comes from a fairly wealthy family. As a child she had a number of private tutors and was able to indulge in more expensive hobbies. Their father was a member of a prestigious hunting lodge, the Ivory Antler, and much of their childhood was spent in the woods surrounding the lodge.

Yew survived the plague, along with her mother and younger sisters. Her brother Finnick and their father did not. Her mother and sisters have since moved back to Milova, their mother’s homeland. She isn’t close with any of them, but Osmunda and she write one another a few times a year.

A skilled weaver and taxidermist. Yew runs a small oddities shop in the Heart District. It’s really a passion project, most of her income comes from repairing tapestries for nobles or tutoring their children in music.

Speaking of music, Yew has always had a passion for it and at one time wanted to attend a music school in Prakra, however she has never felt confident enough in her ability to apply.

Trivia:

Yew is Rosie’s paternal cousin. They have not met yet, but if / when they did they would not get along well.

Despite coming from and growing up around nobility, Yew has never paid very much attention to politics (maybe that's why they aren’t repulsed by Lucio.)

Is scared of horses because one bit a chunk out of her brother’s finger when they were children.

Keeps a colony of dermestid beetles for her taxidermy work. She loves them and prides herself on their care.

Collects articulated skeletons of small animals.

#yew #yew calligan #mine #oc bio #lore #DROPS THE LIL GUY AND RUNS!!!!

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macgyvertape · 2 years

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Shadow & Bone s2 thoughts

S1 of shadow and bone was a surprise favorite show; I’ve rewatched it a lot as something to watch when I’m cooking or wanted something familiar and comfortable.

After last season I tried reading the books; I didn’t finish Seige and Storm because I kept negatively comparing book Alina, Mal, and Darkling to their show versions. I did like the Six of Crows series but have no interest in the other books. So I’ve got a vague idea on the plot points unlike when I watched s1

Oh I really like the map to cgi city transitions, and the wanted posters as establishing shots for storyline transitions

Sturmhond meeting the Crows like this, this is so much more fun than the book intro of him

I don’t remember seeing Jasper’s gun misfire in s1 or see gifsets of him fixing it.

Tolya and Tamar get a cool intro camera pan and theyre both really hot

Huh Darkling intro very different than the book, honestly he comes off as someone who spent a bit too much time alone by himself than menacing

How come in pirate clothes Sturmhond becomes the most baby faced of the cast

Love Alina’s stag antler embroidery dress, I’d love to wear a dress with that kind of neckline

Having one of Kaz’s plans go wrong and it not be something he accounts for, really ups the tension and makes Pekka Rollins a threat, and he’s actually more threatening than the Darkling. Wolf mask guy is just a creep, the costume kinda felt out of place

I expected the flying ship look more aerodynamic and either there’s a lot more flying ships or the show really glossed over them being repaired after being totaled because it needed characters to move around in ways they didn’t in the book

“Who do you want standing in that door when the lion gets hungry” then cut to a taxidermied lion. Lmao fun transition

This is one of the shows where I find basically all of the main cast attractive, very much including Inej in a knife fight

“All that matters is we know what’s real” with a political engagement, damn this is so much better than the YA jealousy drama of the books

OFMD AND S&B, edgy dude after his love abandons him starts cutting off the digits of the people who drove the breakup

Rip to Matthias because the show didn’t seem to know what to do with him, I enjoy his plotline much more than s1 but its because he has such low screentime

The costume budget and workmanship is so good this show as it covers so many different styles and cultural influences

Bloody beaten up Kaz threatening as he gets his long awaited revenge is fucking incredible top moment of the season, especially because for Pekka “but for me, it was a Tuesday” he just couldn’t remember

Genya’s really going through it this season and characters mistreating her is a more understandable and relatable evil than vague war crimes. “I should be your greatest shame!” and “ask me how I did it” she gets some great moments

Mal’s capture then causal return felt like an awkward plot point, like it shows up here because maybe it happened in the book

Huh for a major season 1 character and a global Big Bad threat the Darkling really isn’t getting much material this season, he just sits around and broods in a dark room while his underlings who wear lots of eyeshadow (to show they’re evil) do things. Like early on in the season he seemed sick but then he isn’t, then he just gives up all his action items about Grisha revolution to chase after Alina

Actually very curious about how much screentime Kaz’s dead brother gets vs the Darkling lmao

I didn’t realize at the height difference between Kaz and Inej until she hallucinated them almost hooking up. Eps 4-8 I watched playing a drinking game of take a drink for every romantic moment

The show really contrasted The Disciple and Neyar have such a good relationship compared to whatever the fuck toxic parent child relationship of Baghra and Aleksander

Great that the Darkling and Mal can interact and bonus its in some weird fucked up way (dead peoples bones), there isn’t enough of that in fandom or canon

The final battle has basically no tactics just people running around for cool dramatic timing, especially the Crows fighting in the frontlines

Darkling died in this show like he lived in s2, anti-climatically standing around downbad for Alina

Tbh there’s a lot of sex that could be done with gloves and clothes on

Lmao where is Feydor he didn’t appear at all

Things I didn’t expect: David being killed off early RIP, Alina not losing her powers and faking her death to live with Mal but instead this weird non emotional breakup, and Zoya to not get more character backstory

Think it's interesting the contrast of the bee highlighted by the camera during the Darkling’s funeral as a subtle hint to the Elizaveta plotline vs the last few minutes throwing in: Jurda Parem, Nikolai’s shadow monster infection, a future war with Fjerda, Alina using shadows, all as continuation bait if it gets another season

Verdict: enjoyable season 2, I’m so glad this season got about 15 minutes more per episode so it could cover the full Grisha trilogy in case it gets the infamous netflix s2 cancel. Still a favorite show because its the perfect mix of drama, romance, and just enough writing cracks for fun AUs. The show covered a lot in the 8 hours with a fast moving plot that I watched over 2 days, so I’m very curious how my opinion of plot points will change with distance and reading others perspectives

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone spoilers #Mac watches tv #Liveblog #My s1 notes were a lot more meta commentary #this season I watched with tablet in hand

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sameore · 2 years

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"Strong With A Womb": how about heights?

Earlier this year (and more especially for my birthday!), I posted a fanfiction entitled "Strong With A Womb" (that you can find here).

While I wrote an article about the fact Alastor was depicted as having his menses in hell, and I also questioned the fact he had antlers in another post... Well, another question has made me feel somewhat perplexed since so.

And how about his height?

Indeed, I also mentioned the fact Alastor's height made him pass as male (through Charlie's point of view).

But, is there truly any correlation between the biological sex of a demon, and their height in Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss's universe by the way?

Well, the answer isn't that obvious!

Because, there is something I've noticed: it is that it didn't seem that uncommon to see female demons being tall, and even taller than their male counterparts!

For instance, if you look at Charlie's parents, her mother is actually taller than her father...

Still in Hazbin Hotel, Velvet might be about the same height as Vox and Alastor (thanks, Wiki!)

(I would also tend to think other female sinners including: Rosie, Katie Killjoy or even Cherri Bomb might be pretty tall?)

In Helluva Boss (that I have briefly checked last night), well... you might as well notice Loona, and Verosika Mayday are quite tall!

And even taller than the main male protagonists, who look shorter compared to them (Blitzo, Moxxie).

Sallie May, being a trans woman (so, technically born male), also looks somewhat shorter.

As for Millie, her size seems to be quite similar to Moxxie's, Blitzo's or Sallie's.

Now, the major answer for this is probably because Sallie, Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie are imps (unlike Verosika and Loona). So, as demons don’t seem to equal each other, I suppose it might as well depend on their species to begin with. It remains yet interesting to notice there is no big difference in terms of size between male and female imps.

Obviously, and more generally, you can also find the other way around, where male demons are typically taller than their female counterparts.

These elements put together make me think that it is hard to define a clear correlation between these two factors. But it seems like the biological sex of a demon might not be very predictive of their height (?), unlike humans in real life who statistically have males being taller than females (though there are always exceptions!)

We could also imagine that the height a sinner might have in hell might not always be very representative of how tall they were as a human. (By the way, I noticed that in Helluva Boss, some demons could actually take a human appearance? Ôo)

So, as the doubt grew, I deleted this part about the Radio Demon's height.

I suppose it wouldn't really make sense to say "his height makes him pass as male" (while he was born female), if this distinction isn't as obvious in their world.

(Of course, I don't exclude the fact you might as well headcanon one or several of the characters mentioned above as transgender(s))

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whimsydreamersworld · 1 year

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Basics

Name: Whimsy

Nickname(s): Whimmy

Gender: Female

Species: Bat pony

Age: 21

Birthday: November 24, 2002

Sexuality: Lesbian

Allegiance: Crystal Empire

Appearance

Body color: Brown

Body type: Slight chub hourglass (similar to that of Princess Cadence and Fleur De Lis, but with some chubbiness)

Mane color/style: Long, wavy: Rose red, rose gold streak

Markings (Stripes, spots, whatever): Stripe diamond on muzzle

Eyes: Big, round, tired: Pink

Cutie mark:

Accessories: Teal/Turquoise handkerchief

Height (Equines are almost always measured in hands):

Weight: 145 lbs

Notable features: Her antlers and she's fluffy

Other: N/A

Personality

Personality in general: Compassionate and Entertaining

Fatal flaw: Low self-confidence

Likes:

° Reading

° Art

° Chai tea

° Food (Pasta, burritos, and most things cinnamon are a win)

° Cozy things (stormy weathers, soft blanket, stuffies)

° Video games

Dislikes:

° Being lied to/Lying

° Getting hurt/Hurting others

° Books being destroyed

° Overheating

Favorite food: Pasta & Burrito

Favorite book: Alice in Wonderland

Favorite pony: Starlight Glimmer

Favorite animal: Cheetah

Favorite song:

Favorite place: Hippogriffia

Other favorites: Chaosville, Yakyakistan

Least favorite Food: Most greens

Other least favorites: N/A

Daily life

Place of residence: Crystal Empire

Occupation: Bakery and Narrator at local Library

Talents: Making soft delicious sweets and bringing stories to life

Hobbies: Relaxing with a nice book and tea in bed

Friends and family

Mother: N/A

Father: N/A

Siblings: SugarPlum Peach

Other relatives: Granny April and Papa Air Strike

Lover/spouse: Golden Blush

Offspring: N/A

Friends: Cozy Retro, Fire Note, Melodic Symphony, and Omari

Enemies: Honeysuckle and Peach Spring

Pets: Flyta the Chinchilla

Flying

Wings: Bat wings

Wingspan: 20 inches

Top flying speed: Mach 0.3 (250 mph)

Does your character like flying?

Yes

Why or why not?

She likes the wind her face and feels free in the clouds, but doesn't like going full speed sometimes.

Do they use flying in their daily life?

No, unless she's running late or in a hurry

Other info

Backstory/past: Work in Progress

Theme song:

Quote: "Create a life that feels good on the inside not just one that looks good on the outside" -Unknown

Any other info on your character: She's still a work in progress.

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#mlp #ponytown #drawing #Spotify

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evvy96 · 2 years

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Sleeping Beauties - Sam x Reader, Dean x Cas

y/n=your name n/n=your nickname h/l=hair length h/c=hair colour e/c=eye colour

The hunt had seemed simply enough. A low-level witch (“Ugh. Witches man! Hate ‘em!”), had been found terrorising a small town in Indiana. The attacks had been random so far, nothing seemed to match up. One kissed his wife and turned into a frog, one had run out of a party, lost a shoe and then fell to the ground only to be run over by a passing couple on a romantic carriage ride! And one person supposedly got high on mushrooms and tried to dance with a deer in the forest but wound up impaled on an antler. “This doesn’t add up! None of these attacks make any sense on their own, and I can’t figure out how the hell they fit together!” Sam exclaimed as he looked over the stories on his laptop, running his hands through the long chestnut locks of his hair. (Y/n) walked up behind him, resting her arms across his back as she peered over his shoulder and scanned the news article, before turning back to the board she and Dean had pinned up between the two beds of the Motel room. “There’s something familiar about parts of these stories, but there’s something about them that doesn’t work. They all sound like old fairytales, but each of them have something inherently wrong with the original, well, Disneyfied, story. The first victim sounds almost like ‘The Princess and the Frog’, but the guy turns into a frog then the kiss from a princess turns him back. The second one is like ‘Cinderella’, but she definitely doesn’t die! She uses the carriage to get away after losing her shoe and trying to beat the spell breaking. And that last one! It’s just like that scene in ‘Sleeping Beauty’ where Aurora meets Phillip in the woods after the animals dress up as a Prince and dance with her to relive a dream she’d had.” Dean smirked at her from the table across the room, Cas sitting beside him scouring over ways to defeat this witch. “Watch a lot of Disney do you (n/n)?” The woman only smirked at him, lowering the shoulder of the oversized flannel she’d borrowed from Sam to reveal the tattoo sitting on her bicep. (This a tattoo I have that I designed guys, I’ll include a pic below if I can.) A mess of thick black lines and curves to those who wouldn’t think to look closely, but to (y/n), it was her most precious mark. “What? You’ve never seen the tattoo I designed when I was 14? It’s Disney, Harry Potter and Music. The three things that shaped my childhood, y’know, outside of hunting with my aunt.”

Cas smiled at her description of the combination of symbols. He had learned a lot about Popular Culture as a human, but anything he had missed was quickly brought to his attention once (y/n) had started teaming up with the Winchesters on a more permanent basis. She had become a personal ‘introduce the angel to the good parts of the world’ ambassador, much to Dean and Sam’s amusement. Sam couldn’t help but become distracted by the mark on her perfect (s/c) skin. A Deathly Hallows symbol with Mickey ears adorning the sides and a music not within each circle, it was the perfect description of the (h/c) haired woman’s deepest passions. He had seen it many times before, stitching her up when Cas’ Grace was depleted or when they were forced to share a room on a hunt because the Motel was booked up. He loved seeing each of the different spots across her body she had been inked, almost as much as he loved seeing her in his clothes. The blue and purple flannel hang perfectly off her body if it were possible, considering the size difference between them. (Y/n) stood at a sweet-sized (height) so Sam easily towered over her, and with his elongated torso it was hard to believe that the shoulders sat perfectly on her and it draped just so over her curves, ending halfway down her thighs. She had just left the shower not long ago, sweat still shining on her face making her glow almost ethereally. But what pulled Sam’s attention more than anything else, was the ink that sat clear on her upper thing when she sat beside him at the desk. The anti-possession symbol was beautiful, but what lay beneath it was something he’d never seen before. Two sets of initials and the title of a Kansas song lay beneath the symbol. “Um… (n/n)?” “Yeah Sammy?” She smirked at him as she crossed one leg over the other, the top of the tattoo peeking out from under the soft material. “What’s that underneath your anti-possession. Are those… mine and Dean’s initials?” Dean’s eyes widened at those words and he dashed from his chair and sped across the room. He gripped her chair with both hands and swung her around, a true feat considering it was a chair with four legs firmly planted on the ground, and started with even wider eyes as he came across what his brother had mentioned. Cas was calmer about the situation, stepping slowly over and not as curious. She had confided in him the hidden aspects of her tattoo during a particularly late binge session of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. “Aha! Well um… you see… I was a fan of the books before I met you guys and… well…” (Y/n) knew the books Chuck had written were a sore spot for Sam and Dean, so she had refrained from mentioning her obsession with the books when she was younger. But now, she could only watch as a blush crept over her cheeks and she felt her face warm in embarrassment as Dean laughed in surprise.

“Well, well, well sweetheart. Didn’t realise you were such a fangirl. You go to those conventions too?” Sam only watched as her blush deepened. He could swear he felt the heat from where he sat. “Once… maybe… but there was this chick there. Total nutjob, obsessed with Sam to the point that, at the time I thought ‘good thing this dude doesn’t actually exist or he’d be totally stalked by this psycho’. I swear she had serious stalker vibes.” “Oh God! You don’t mean… was her name Becky?” (Y/n)’s eyes widened at that, processing the fact that Sam knew her name, before erupting in to a fit of laughter all her own as Dean toppled backwards to the floor holding his belly. “Oh my God! You’ve met her?! What was that like?” “I’d rather not relive those meetings…” “Wait! Meetings as in plural? Oh God!” This went on for a solid 30 minutes, Sam’s embarrassment at the multiple Becky encounters Dean regaled amidst fits of giggles between the three who didn’t have to suffer the weird touching and love spells he had been subject to, before the younger Winchester finally had enough. “Okay! Can we please go back to the case? Fairytales gone wrong, y’know, people dying!” They sobered up not long after, a smirk still on (y/n)’s lips whenever she made eye contact with Sam across the small desk. They worked long in to the night, until the beers ran out and their stomachs grumbled with hunger. (Y/n) and Castiel shared a look before standing, moving to grab her coat. “I’ll go get us some dinner from the diner. What do you guys want? And yes Dean, I know your order is Burger and Pie.” “Cherry please!” “Sure. Sam?” “Chicken Caesar please (Y/n). You gonna be okay getting there and back with everything? You don’t wanna take the car?” (Y/n) shook her head with a smile. “Nah. We’ll be fine. It’s just around the corner and I’ll have Cas with me. We’ll be back soon.” With a quick kiss to each of their cheeks, (y/n) walked to the door, throwing on her jacket and following Cas outside. ------------------------------------------------------------------ After an hour, and about a dozen phone calls to both (y/n) and Cas’ phones, the brothers were starting to worry for their friends. They threw on their jackets and raced out the door, foregoing the car so they could trace their steps exactly. They entered the diner and looked around for any sign of a trenchcoat or bright (h/c) hair with no such luck. Dean walked up to the register in a hurry, only to stop as he came face to face with a beautiful young woman, lithe and curved with strawberry blonde hair that fell in beautiful long curls and eyes so blue they could be mistaken for crystals. She smiled as he stood at the counter, a smirk slowly creeping over his lips. “Well, hey there sweetheart. I don’t suppose you’ve seen a man and a woman come in here around an hour ago?” “Hey there handsome. Don’t suppose you can give me a description can you?” Sam walked up at this point, standing beside his brother and taking over the conversation. “The girl’s about (height) tall, she’s (s/c) with (h/c), (h/l) hair, these big (e/c) eyes. She was wearing jeans and a flannel way too big for her. And Cas…” “He’s pale, black hair and blue eyes in a suit and beige trenchcoat. They came here to get us dinner an hour ago but they neve got back to our hotel room.” The woman, her nametag said Danni, smiled at the two handsome men in front of her. “Yeah I remember them. He was an odd fella, and she was so nice, not like most of the gals you see come through these parts. So sweet, and kind. She one o’ yours?” Sam went to deny it, but Dean wrapped an arm around him and spoke first. “Ah, yeah. This guy’s a lucky one isn’t he?” he could do nothing but blush, thinking about (y/n) being his. He couldn’t deny it was something he thought of often, but he it wasn’t something he would ever act on. He hadn’t exactly been lucky in the love department, and he would never do anything to put (y/n) in that kind of danger. “So you saw them? How long ago did they leave?” “Only took about 10 minutes to make their order, and the pie was fresh out the oven, so it was a while ago now. Left and turned right out to the side towards the Motel. I’m guessin’ that’s where y’all are stayin’?” With those words and a muttered thanks in Danni’s general direction, Sam and Dean ran out of the diner, following the path they had just trekked to get there and keeping their eyes peeled as they walked back on the opposite footpath. They passed an alleyway as they walked back to the Motel, and something told Sam to turn down it and look. He’d made it about half way down when he noticed a plastic bag sitting by a dumpster and dared to open it, revealing what seemed to be four Styrofoam packs of now-cold food. He looked to the right and beckoned Dean down to show him the latest clue when he suddenly felt something invisible tug at his navel. As Dean watched his eyes widen, he was yanked forward toward the wall in front of him and he cringed, waiting for the hard impact of brick against his face. Surprised when he didn’t feel the painful thud of his own skull against what was essentially rock, his eyes eeked open to show him he was in a small warehouse, dark and silent and foreboding. As he moved to take a step forward, he felt a solid mass against his back as Dean was flown through the camouflaged door and collided with his back, sending the pair sprawling over the dusty, unpolished floorboards. With a pained groan and shake of their heads, the men righted themselves and drew their guns, stalking side by side for any signs of their friends or present dangers. A long corridor lay ahead, doors lining each side all the way down to an entryway that Sam could only assume was a kitchen. They crept forward, carefully opening the ancient doors to see if (y/n) or Cas were on the other side with no luck. They paused at the entryway, no door to block them from being seen, but also not stopping them from seeing inside. From where Dean stood, he caught a glimpse of (y/n), pinned to the wall by seemingly nothing, and Sam could see Cas across from her on the opposite wall. Between them, a figure walked slowly around a table, cauldron sitting above a small flame with dried herbs surrounding it. She was chanting from an old tome in her hands, the Latin/Greek hybrid of words falling seamlessly from painted lips. Guns up and pointed at the woman in the center of the room, Cas’ eyes widened as Dean made eye contact with him, and (y/n) as Sam cast a brief glance her way. They were silent as they stalked forward, until Sam stepped on a floorboard that gave a loud creak at his weight. The woman in front of them halted her steps, a malicious smile growing over her lips and making (y/n) and Cas’ hearts speed up in fright for their boys. “I was wondering when you would find us. We’ve been having a lovely little chat about you boys.” She turned to face them, raising her head so they could see the flash of the light cross sea green eyes and flawless creamy skin peeking out from the elegant blue dress she wore. “We’ve been waiting for you two. My daughter told me half an hour ago that you had stopped by the diner looking for these beautiful creatures. I figured it was only a matter of time before you found the trail I left for you. But, I needed some time to finish my latest spell, so I could never complain about a little delay.” Daughter? Oh Son of a Bitch, Danni! “Yeah we’ve heard you’re a creative bitch with your recent spells. What have you chosen as your latest Fairytale flip? Thumbelina? You gonna shrink on of us down to be squished?” ‘Fucks sake Dean, do you have to antagonise the witch holding our friends to the wall?’ “Oh, very clever dear! You figured out my little plan. Not much can be changed about those old tales. True love always wins out eventually. But so few people actually find those truest of loves that the one small change to the tale makes it impossible to undo. If that man had truly loved his wife, he wouldn’t have turned in to a toad. But don’t fret, little princes. I have something very special planned for you hunters.” With a flick of her hand in either direction, Sam and Dean were flung back towards (y/n) and Cas respectively, landing at the feet and sliding in to the walls with a resounding thump. They tried to lift themselves but found they were pinned down. Sam turned his head to look up at (y/n), worry filling his eyes. “You alright sweetheart?” “I’m fine Sammy. She hasn’t done anything to us. Honestly I have no idea what she has panned.” The Witch turned at her words, smile sickly sweet as she moved forward and grasped (y/n)’s delicate chin, squeezing at the base of her cheeks so hard she could feel the pain shoots through her nerves and pulling a near feral growl from Sam below them. “Oh, don’t you worry pet. You’ll see in just a few moments.” She strode back to her cauldron, throwing another handful of herbs bound in twine, rosemary is Sam wasn’t mistaken. The potion started to bubble, white smoke bubbling over the sides of the cauldron and pouring down to the floor like a river of fog. As it crept across the floorboards and started flooding the room, the spell keeping Sam and Dean to the ground was lifted and they jumped to their feet, each gripping the friend closest tot hem and pulling to try and pry them off their suspended position on the wall. As they tugged, the potions fumes wrapped around their ankles and they were overcome with a sudden weakness. Dean fell first, his grip on Cas’ shoulders going slack as he fell sideways to hit the ground once more, his eyes slipping closed and his entire body going slack. “Dean!” Cas’s gravelly timbre echoed as he watched the man drop, his eyes wide in fear and moving to (y/n) and Sam as he moved faster to try and free the woman from her spell. His grip was tight on her wrist, but it wasn’t long until even he couldn’t fight the effects of whatever the potion intended. His eyes started to slip shut and (y/n) could only watch in horror as he gave over to it and knelt to the floor, landing with a hard thud on the floor and being engulfed in the spelled fog. The Witch cackled as the spell started to recede back in to the cauldron. With a snap of her fingers, all of the potions and it’s ingredients vanished and she started walking towards the entryway. Pausing just within sight, she turned to face (y/n) and Cas, still pinned to opposing walls. “You have 24 hours to figure out how to break my curse, or this shall be the end of the Winchester hunter dynasty!” With a final cackle, she disappeared. It was far too long before the spell keeping them pinned wore off, they had counted 5 hours before losing track. (Y/n) fell to the floor rather unceremoniously at the sudden drop, it barely giving Cas a moment to gather his own bearings to just catch himself on his knees. He moved swiftly to Dean’s side, rolling him over and feeling for a pulse as (y/n) did the same for Sam. Relief washed over them as they felt the steady thump of a pulse under their fingers and the rhythmic rise and fall of their chests. Cas pulled Dean into his arms and zapped to (y/n) and Sam, holding all three of them and transporting them to the Bunker’s Medical Bay. He hefted Dean on to one bed before helping (y/n) with Sam. Looking over Dean he placed two fingers to his forehead, closing his eyes and focussing hard on trying to expel the spell from his being. Dean didn’t stir, and Cas sighed heavily, dropping his hand and turning to face (y/n) as she brushed stray tendrils of hair from Sam’s face. “My Grace isn’t waking him up. I don’t know what could wake him up.” (Y/n) looked at him, a sad smile on her face as she looked over at her friends and grasped at Sam’s hand, stroking her thumb over the top and begging silently for him to just wake up. “I might have an idea, but I need to go to the Library and check out a couple of books I have on the personal shelves.” They reluctantly left the boys in the Med Bay and called out to Jack to join them from the kitchen, Cas quickly explaining the situation as (y/n) scoured her personal bookshelf. Her fingers danced over two separate spines, short and thick amidst smaller, newer volumes, a mixture of hardcover and paperback. “Here! Tales by Charles Perrault and Entire Works of the Brothers Grimm. Jack, help me look through Charles Perrault’s book for Sleeping Beauty. Cas, look for Snow White.” Jack looked at her with inquisitive eyes. “Aren’t those Disney animated movies?” (Y/n) smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Yes, they are movies from Disney early ages, but they got the tales from these authors. They’re a lot darker than the ones I’ve shown you, just so you know.” With that, she turned through chapters, searching for the original fairytale amongst the worn pages. It took about an hour with Jack asking her questions about certain stories and pictures, but (y/n) gently reminded him of their pressing timeframe and continued on. It was the last story in the tome, and she gave a small cry as she read through the story. “Got it! The story of The Sleeping Beauty in the Woods. It says she was enchanted to sleep for one hundred years, when she would be awoken by her True Love’s Kiss.” “It’s the same for Snow White.” Cas called out from across the table, Grimm’s Tales in his hand. “Sleeping Beauty is in here too. I guess they have their own version.” (Y/n) nodded pulling the volume over to her to read. “I totally forgot! Brothers Grimm copied the story and published it in their own works, translating from French to English. Even Snow White was only awoken by True Love’s Kiss, though she didn’t have to wait a century for it to happen. There’s so many different versions of these stories. One has Sleeping Beauty awoken by the birth of her own children, a products of a greedy traveller raping the princess in a moment of hedonism.” “So… Sam and Dean just need to be kissed by their True Loves?” Jack’s brows were furrowed in thought. Cas looked at (y/n) with fear tinging his eyes. “Does True Love even exist outside of Fairytales?” “I’m not sure. I mean, the Witch said that there were people who had True Loves, but the boys both lost who seemed to be their soulmates. I mean, Sam lost Jess years ago, and Crowley killed Cassie a few years back when he was bent on undoing all of the good they’ve done over the years.” (Y/n) seemed almost sad talking about Sam and Jess. Over the years, Sam had told her stories of his days at Stanford, meeting and falling in love with Jessica, and his plans to propose to her not long before Dean had asked him for help finding John. They had formed a special bond in the years following her rescue from a Vamp hunt gone wrong. She had lost her aunt in the battle and was moments away from perishing herself, when Sam had burst in, machete swinging wildly against necks before Dean could even breach the doors. Sam had only recently left Stanford, and the pain of losing Jess had been fresh, so running in to save one of his oldest friends regardless of personal injury had seemed a great idea at the time. They had joined up for hunts here and there for a few years after that, before the final battle against Lucifer had passed and, to your horror at the time, Sam’s Soul had been returned and Dean had all but begged her to join them on a more permanent basis. She had been the one to bring him out of his visions of Lucifer before he had sliced his hand open, and it had led to many talks about the nightmares that still plagued the man to this day. Late nights, dangerous hunts and long car rides had given them more time to strengthen their friendship, but they had both struggled greatly following Dean’s disappearance following their defeat of Dick Roman and the Leviathans. They had separated for a time, (y/n) continuing the hunt in Bobby’s name and Sam, well, at the time she’d had no idea what he’d been doing. But hearing about Amelia, that had caused a squeezing pain in her chest she never wanted to feel again. Shaking off those thoughts, she snapped the books closed and looked to the Angel and Nephilim in front of her. “Come on. We have to hurry. The boys don’t have much longer before this is permanent.” They ran back to the Infirmary skidding to a stop as they entered the room. Dean was now encased in glass, a ribbon of gold circling the magical coffin. His skin had taken on an ashen pallor, but he appeared peaceful. Sam, he had all but disappeared, engulfed in a small forest of thorny vines. (Y/n) could barely make out the messy mop of chestnut locks, and rushed forward to try and pull him out of them. She grabbed a vine and let out a shout of pain, pulling her hands back to see the thorns that had embedded themselves in her palm, blood starting to drip steadily from the new wounds. Jack raced up to her and gently plucked the sharp weeds from her skin and letting his grace brush over her to heal her. Cas had rushed to move the glass away from Dean, placing her hand on his chest and shaking him with fervour. Jack looked over at his pseudo-father, sensing his pain as he desperately clutched at Dean, tears starting to pool in his eyes. It’s time he knew. “Uh, Cas? There’s something you should know.” Cas looked to the young boy, a question in his gaze. “Yes Jack? Do you know something that can help them?” “I think so. You know how you’ve always said you have a special bond with Dean after bringing him back from Hell?” “Yes…” “Well, it actually goes much farther than that. I’ve found recently that I’m able to sense the auras of all beings, and some of them have matching colours. It’s rare to find two beings who not only match, but have met through their lives, but you and Dean… you two found each other.” Cas was speechless, and (y/n) could only look between the two with wide eyes. It made sense, when she really thought about it. Their bond was one beyond that of friendship, and was something (y/n), Sam and Jack had talked about the last time the two of them had gone on a hunt together. (Y/n) stepped towards Cas as he started to sputter denials, placing her hand gently on his shoulder. “Cas, stop trying to deny it. We’ve seen the way you two act around each other. You may think it’s all friendly banter, but we can see those tender moments. Where your eyes soften, or how you look at each other when you think no one is looking. And… I promised him I would never repeat this but… one night, when Dean and I got really wasted after a hunt, he told me how he feels for you. Dean loves you Cas, he’s just scared to admit his feelings and let himself be happy. He’s so worried he’ll finally accept what you have and then he’ll lose you and… I know that’s how you feel too. Stop letting your fears get in the way of your happiness.” Cas still seemed unsure, but as he turned back to Dean to see the ashen colouring to his skin and the barely-there rise and fall of his chest, he knew he had to try. He bent forward and pressed his lips to Dean’s, the kiss hesitant yet hopeful. (Y/n) and Jack watched with bated breath as Cas kissed Dean, their lips upturning into smiles as they watched a deep gasp sound through Dean’s nose as he awoke and instinctively puckered his own lips to meet Cas’ in a tender shared embrace. It lasted only a moment before Cas pulled back as Dean opened his eyes. Emerald met Azure, and they smiled. Dean sighed before pulling Cas in for another, more heated kiss, eliciting a small, surprised moan from the Angel. Giving them as much space and privacy as she turned back to the encasing of thorns, pulling out the dagger at her hip and starting to cut at the branches, as gently as she could to avoid accidentally cutting Sam’s flesh beneath. The brambles fell away easily under the sharp blade, and (y/n) made quick work or clearing them away to look upon Sam’s face. Unlike Dean, Sam’s colour was healthy, and so he looked as if he were only sleeping. She thread a delicate hand through his hair, letting the silken locks slip through her fingers as she watched him helplessly. She feared that for Sam, this could be the end. His True Love, Jess, was long dead, and Sam had not allowed himself to truly open himself to anyone since. She had one last hope, but in case it didn’t work, she knew she had to be honest with the man, whether he could hear her or not. “Sam… I don’t know if this will work, but I know if I don’t try everything I can think of, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I… I’ve had feelings for you for a while now Sam. You’re my best friend, and I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it. Seeing you, every day, it’s one of the things I treasure most in my life. To have someone who knows me better than I know myself, who I know I can turn to about anything. The one person I trust above all others, it’s such a precious thing, a gift I never thought I would be blessed with. In the life we live, it’s almost unheard of to find someone like that and have them understand the shit we go through every damned day. You… are my person, and though I know Jess was yours, I hope that the love I feel for you will be enough to bring you back to us.”

As she spoke, Cas had helped Dean from his bed, the pair and Jack slowly approaching the woman professing her love for the younger Winchester. Dean squeezed Cas’ hand as he listened to (y/n)’s words, hoping beyond hope that Sam felt how he believed he did. He watched as (y/n) lowered herself to fit her lips over Sam’s, and the world seemed to stop. It only lasted a moment, before (y/n) pulled back and waiting, eyes wide with hope and hand fisted in his undershirt in a desperate attempt to feel for any change in his steady heartbeat. As minutes passed and nothing changed, the small group started to lose hope. Cas’ grip on Dean’s shoulders tightened as grief started to engulf them, Dean’s legs growing weak as his brain and heart tried to process that his brother wasn’t waking up. Jack stood by Sam’s feet, sending out a silent prayer to any God listening to wake the man he had come to see as a brother. And (y/n), she let her heart fall in to her stomach as a tear slipped from her eye, sliding down her nose and landing on Sam’s cheek before she could catch it with her sleeve; the sleeve of Sam’s over-sized flannel. She moved to rise from the bed, closing her eyes as she turned away, only to freeze as she heard a sound much like that of wood on wood when you would try to light a fire when you’re camping. She turned back and opened her eyes to see the thorny vines start to recede and uncover the rest of Sam’s body and disappear in a flash of blinding white light. Dean’s eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold, unbelieving of the spectacle before him. The witch had admitted she had taken some creative liberties with the traditional fairytales, but surely she hadn’t enough power to do something like this? The light slowly began to fade, allowing (y/n) to sweep her gaze over Sam once again and check him for any lingering injuries the thorns may have left. When she finally reached his face, she let loose a huff of relief as she found Sam’s Hazel eyes open, a soft smile on his face as their eyes met. He moved to sit with his legs dangling over the edge of the cot, reaching out a hand to cup (y/n)’s cheek as she moved forward to help him up. She smiled at him and raised her own hand to brace against his as he ran his thumb caressed the base of her jaw. “Did you really mean all that (y/n)? Do you truly feel those things?” (Y/n) closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall in to his hold, her smile falling slightly as she realised Sam had heard every word she had professed. “Every word Sam. I’ve felt this way for years, but I could never bear to tell you, knowing that you could never truly reciprocate. And I understand, I really do. Jessica was the woman you wanted to spend you life with and…” Her words were cut short as Sam pressed his lips to hers in a tender embrace, and after a moment of surprise, she allowed herself to resign to him completely. Their lips moved against each other, a gentle dance of teeth and tongue as Sam’s free hand moved to tangle in her (h/c) locks and hers scooped under his arms and over his shoulders, pulling him closer as his own grip tightened. It was the uncomfortable cough from Dean that finally pulled them apart, resting their foreheads against each other and allowing their noses to brush against one another. “(Y/n), I have loved you since the first day we discovered the Bunker. Watching you dart around this place, the smile on your face and the excitement in your voice as you explored every room and freaked out over the size of the kitchen, it made me realise how special you truly are. And every day since, I have fallen deeper and deeper in love with everything that makes you, you. Yes, I loved Jess and, at the time, I was ready to marry her and make a life with her. But that was fourteen years ago, and I was a different person then. I was trying to escape this life and find a sense of normal that we can never truly attain. But realising what I felt for you, it made me realise that I could still have that happiness, no matter what life I’m living, as long as I’d found the right person.” Sam pulled her into yet another sweet kiss before finally releasing his hold and turning to face the other three men in the room. His eyes raked over Dean and Cas as they clung to each other and smiled. “Took you long enough, Jerk.” Dean only smiled back, moving to ruffle the man’s hair and pull him in to a hug. “Could say the same for you, Bitch. I always told you if you didn’t cut your hair, you’d start to look like a Princess. Seriously, we need to cut this.” (Y/n) laughed as Sam pushed at the hand on his head. She moved forward to embrace Dean in a hug of her own. “Oh, I don’t think so Deano. I like these silky locks, and if you wanna do anything to ‘em, you’ll have to go through me.” The jokes and banter continued late in to the following morning, before everyone was so exhausted they could barely keep their eyes open. In spite of Jack assuring them that there was no chance of Sam or Dean falling back under the spell from simply falling asleep, (y/n) and Cas still insisted they stay in the room with their respective new partners, not that either brother particularly complained about the situation. They each retired to their rooms, curling up on the bed together and allowing the exhaustion to lull them to sleep in the warmth of the other’s embrace.

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*.·:·.✧ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 ✧.·:·.*

"You know, I always wonder what we look like in the game..."

"What do you mean?" Charlotte asked, her curious emerald eyes blinking at a certain [h/c]ette.

The girl beside the blonde hummed, tapping away at her phone. "I never visit the Unity Plaza much, though I'm still curious as to what we look like there."

"There's an event going on right now, right? The one about the plaza?"

"Yep! That's why I'll visit the plaza now and see tons of us there," [Y/n] smirked, her lips curving up into her signature cat-like grin.

The two girls were lounging in the open garden, sitting side by side on a bench. The weather was beautiful and breezy, it made them relax despite their busy lives. They just finished their shooting session earlier in the day which was fortunate for them since the studio was jam-packed with their fellow actors waiting for their turns to record. It shows that being early to something is advantageous. That's why these two young girls were lazing around outside, [Y/n] playing the game while Charlotte would occasionally strike up a conversation.

Speaking of playing the game, Lord of Heroes is having a limited-time event regarding the Unity Plaza. Ever since it was implemented in the game a few months back, the young [h/c]ette was quite interested in it. For her, it is a unique way of interacting and socializing with other players. However, the only thing you can do is run around the area, pose for a picture, or do a friendly battle with fellow players. Although those seem enough, not many fancy visiting the plaza just for that. That's why the feature was barely used.

Though, of course, that changes when the development team introduced a new limited-time quest that would interest players in completing. And that's what this particular girl was doing right now.

"It's been a while since I went to the plaza," [Y/n] mentioned, the screen of her device now showing the Garden of Blessing jam-packed with 30 players. "And it's rare that I see other players visit the plaza before so I never get the chance to see multiple characters in the same area."

"Oh! I see a lot of you here~" Charlotte beamed, her eyes scanning the sea of players on screen, though in particular, a certain character dominated the masses. Soon, the blonde giggled. "Are you everyone's favorite hero now?"

"I would be thrilled if that's the case. That only means that I get to be on the list of most popular heroes," she snickered, though a blush was visible on her cheeks at the compliment. "Well then, let's see who we have here."

[Y/n]'s character, which was set to the light version of herself, moved forward. After running towards the middle where everyone was, she stopped. The girl decided to walk around the sea of players and observe their chosen character representative. Everyone else was standing around, above their heads were indications that they were battling against others.

"Ooh~ There's Johan!"

Seeing a certain blonde knight in the area, [Y/n] moved her character toward the idling player. This Johan was wearing the limited knight outfit and had the limited-time crystal antlers on his head. A smile was brought to the girl's face. She positioned herself next to the player, her character bumping shoulders with the man. She tapped the emoticons button, trying out every pose available. Once she found the one she was interested in, she tapped it and her character did the said pose. Immediately tapping the camera button, she took a screenshot of them in the plaza.

"You look exactly like your in-game character," the blonde mused, inching closer to [Y/n]'s side to see the screen. "Even the height is kinda accurate."

"Hm... you're right. I wonder if they made it as accurate as possible."

"How about we test it? I wanna see the other heroes you also have!"

[Y/n] nodded at Charlotte's suggestion. "Sure, let's do that!"

Tapping at the customization button, [Y/n] scrolled through the countless heroes she had in her roster. One by one, she and Charlotte observe how they were translated into the game. So far, each character was around the same height as they were in real life, save for a few heroes that were modified to fit the characters the devs have in mind. It amazed [Y/n] that the game developers could even do such intricate things to make their creations look more realistic. Moreso with the decorations and fine details in the plaza itself.

"I wonder if we'll have a place dedicated to simulating the Unity Plaza in real life... Man, now I'm interested in having a real-life Unity Plaza like in the game!"

"Let's go with Joshua next!" Charlotte suggested enthusiastically, her emerald eyes practically shimmering at this point.

[Y/n] chuckled, happy to see how invested this girl is with the product of their career. Abiding in her wish, the [h/c]ette clicked on fire Joshua's character and set him as the representative. As soon as they returned to the plaza and each player slowly fades into existence, what both girls saw astounded them...

In real-life, Joshua and Johan are of the same height. Although they were rarely seen together, both girls knew what they look like, considering they'd been co-workers for many years now. That's why seeing Joshua's character in the game is shorter than Johan's... well...

"J-Joshua?! W-wha—pft! Ahahaha!" [Y/n] burst out laughing at the sight.

"I thought they would be the same height? What happened?" Charlotte laughed along with her friend, despite being confused at the occurrence.

"Joshua's short! They're totally different in size!"

Both [Y/n] and Charlotte broke down into peals of laughter after watching their friend's character getting dwarfed by Johan. It looks like the pink-haired male was a few inches shorter than the blonde, and seeing that in-game just amplified [Y/n]'s enthusiasm. Now that she had seen this, she now has another reason to tease the pinkette excessively.

Tears were already emerging from the corner of [Y/n]'s eyes, her cheeks and stomach burning from the laughing she was doing. Yet, her [e/c] hues were still focused on her device, zooming in to see a close-up height difference between the two males who were supposed to be the same height.

"I... I can't believe this..." she breathed out, trying to calm herself from the high despite eliciting a few giggles here and there. "I can't believe the devs have done Joshua like this..."

"What do you think happened? Do you think they'll fix it in the future?"

Wiping away a tear from her eye, [Y/n] faced Charlotte, her smile hadn't faded from her face yet. "I don't know. Though considering that this is still in the game after so long, I doubt they would."

"And I don't mind if they don't fix it. Now I have ways to tease some of the boys because of this. Hehe~"

After calming down, the two girls decided to continue with their task — comparing their real-life friends with their game counterparts. Just like with Joshua, it seems that a few of them weren't translated properly in the game. For instance, Ricardo is supposed to be around Johan and Mikhail's height. Yet when Ricardo was standing near either of the two, he was noticeably shorter. The same goes for Rashad who was supposed to be taller than them. Ondal, on the other hand, is supposed to be one of the tallest characters, yet he was shortened. Even the floating characters, such as Brandon and Laphlaes, weren't accurate.

"Oh my God... Brandon looks so tiny compared to Johan..." [Y/n] murmured, moving the blonde knight even closer to a player who had Brandon as a representative.

Zooming in, her [e/c] hues closely examined each character's features. Despite being shorter than the blonde in real life, Brandon is still relatively average. Yes, he may be on the shorter side of the spectrum but the game just decided to dunk on his height. And by that, [Y/n] noticed that Brandon is seemingly smaller; even his head and body proportions were small compared to Johan. That is the common similarity she deduced from observing the other characters experiencing the same circumstance.

"I wonder how they take this information..." Charlotte pondered aloud, sighing sadly afterward. "That makes me feel bad."

[Y/n] hummed, a mischievous glint appearing in her [e/c] pools. "Well, I know what to do with this information~"

"Jo~shu~a~"

Several actors left the studio after recording their part. Among them was the said pinkette. Joshua turned to face the caller, his rose-colored hues immediately spotting a certain [h/c]-haired girl hopping in his direction. He offered a small smile and a tired wave of his hand.

"Hey, [Y/n]. Didn't you already finish filming earlier? You still hadn't gone home?" the male asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Nope~ I didn't," the younger chirped, hopping closer to Joshua. "So what were you up to now?"

He shrugged, the fatigue evident on his handsome face. "I'll rest in the lounge before heading home."

At those words, [Y/n]'s signature cat-like grin appeared on her face. Sidling to Joshua's side, they then proceeded towards the lounge together. Entering the room, they saw their fellow actors resting inside. The girl's eyes scanned the inhabitants and smirked upon seeing her targets.

Joshua sat on an available couch and [Y/n] followed suit, hogging the space beside him. The man didn't mind at all, as his head was filled with thoughts of relaxing after arriving home. On the other hand, this particular girl was thinking of something to mildly disturb her companion. Pulling out her phone and opening the game, she giggled.

"Hey, Josh."

"Hm?"

"I want to show you something."

Joshua raised his eyebrows in confusion while [Y/n] was tapping away on her phone. His half-lidded eyes observed the girl and what she was doing on her phone. Although he can't clearly see the screen, all the small sounds and bits of images that he could see make him realize it's Lord of Heroes. After a few minutes, [Y/n] inched closer and showed him the screen. The man glanced down and saw himself in the game, the camera zoomed in on his face.

He rose a brow. "...This is me."

"Yup! Then look at this," placing her finger and thumb on the screen, [Y/n] slowly zoomed out to let a Johan be shown on the screen.

"And that's Johan?" Joshua was confused at this point, not understanding what the girl wanted to show to him. Briefly facing her, he noticed the smirk on her face.

Just seeing that made the man feel a shiver run down his spine. That smirk is a bad sign from the young actress, and he knew her long enough that she was certainly up to no good when she had that smirk. Whatever shenanigans she has in mind this time, the male knows that he must be prepared for it.

"Is that the only thing you've noticed? Poor Joshua..." she feign a concerned sigh, shaking her head in disappointment. "I can't believe that you didn't realize how short you are compared to Johan."

"What?"

"Hm?"

Blinking innocently, [Y/n] pursed her lips into a thin line, an unsettling smile present. Her round [e/c] orbs observed Joshua's tired features shift. Briefly, his rose-colored eyes widened a bit before returning to their normal size. Then, he appeared a bit annoyed with a slight crease in between his brows, though he tried not to show that on his face. [Y/n] had to contain her excitement at his reaction. Other than Astrid, this girl is another bane to the man.

The man sighed, rubbing his temple. "What are you trying to say?"

"That you're short, of course~" [Y/n] grinned happily, as if she wasn't the cause behind Joshua's current annoyance. She leaned against his arm, her [e/c] orbs staring into his ruby ones. "And I am the queen of making sure you get the point."

With a sigh, Joshua rolled his roseate orbs to the ceiling. It takes every ounce of strength not to roll his eyes at her behavior. However, he returned his half-lidded orbs to the [h/c]-haired female beside him, his expression unhappy and tired, causing the [h/c]-haired woman to giggle silently to herself.

"Are you serious? And do you really have to be like that?"

"Yes~" [Y/n] cooed cutely, tilting her head ever so slightly. Soon, her facial expression changed — an imitation of Anya's mischievous facade. "And you know that you and the others will suffer from my intensive teasing~"

And just like that, [Y/n] decided to wreak havoc on the target of her teasing for the remainder of their day. That's why Joshua, Brandon, Ricardo, Rashad, and some others left the building more exhausted than ever.

#fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #moments in archive #female reader #lord of heroes #loh

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