#sorry for the hijack please ignore me

[akiwuff]

Okay, sure. Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorite animated movies, and yeah the Beast has a lot to do with that. Even so, I love the themes in this movie and I can appreciate both of his forms for what they are in this context.

My problem isn't with the fact that he turns back. It's the absolutely UGLY shading and coloring they gave his model in the reveal shot that just completely ruined the look of his human design. After almost 90mins of growing with and learning to love this character, the very first impression you get of him as a human is so jarring and awkward.

This is not sexy, and you cannot convince me otherwise.

On the other hand, here's a still from Glen Keane's original pencil test:

Look at that! The dynamic lighting, the soft yet handsome look of his face with accurate proportions. The tasteful curve of titty

Friday Night Sleepover gives a great breakdown of the technical reasons for why the final version looks so off-putting, but the TLDR is the choices that were made during the cleanup and color phases of this scene. Beauty and the Beast was a very rushed production by Disney standards, and if you watch closely enough you can spot a lot of goofy and off-model moments throughout the film. It's just unfortunate that such a crucial scene in the movie suffered from this as well.

I'm willing to bet a lot of people who say they hate the Beast's human form had it ruined for them by this shot. I think his human form is incredibly hot when drawn right, but it's still fun to dunk on in the context of that reveal. I may be a furry and a monster fucker, but first and foremost I'm a fan of good art and animation.

Anyway I get the original post was moreso for people who just have the brain fungus of monster=hot / human=ugly, but I wanted to throw in some nuance because this is a topic I'm passionate about.

I will never understand the human!beast hate he was HANDSOME!!!! he was CUTE!!!! He had that luscious hair and eyebrows!!! you guys just hate chins and noses wth!!!

[huskersbooze]

Helloo! Can i Request an alastor x reader angst? (I love angst im sorry😭) where reader n alastor are good friends, but soon alastor starts catching feelings, he didn’t like that so he starts ignoring reader hoping it’ll go away, but when alastor realizes it doesn’t, he wanted to apologize for ignoring reader and maybe confessing, but he couldn’t cause he found out reader got redeemed into heaven? Please and thank you!!

A/N : Oh fuck yes I'm a sucker for angst. This is actually a really interesting concept! Completely opposite to my other fic where Reader ignores Al. Thank you for the ask <3

Alastor Doesn't Do Feelings

Alastor x Reader

Pairing : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here, Gn!Reader here)

Warnings : Cusing(what do you expect? It's Hazbin Hotel)

Additional Tags : Angst, no use of (Y/n), use of dear/darling

Word count : 1.25k

It was never supposed to turn out this way. Alastor, the fucking Radio Demon, doesn't do feelings.

But here he was, finding himself getting flustered, his cheeks red, ears pinned back and his smile faltering.

And it was all because of you.

"-and so I told him to back the heck away, but I swear his brain can't seem to comprehend simple words! He-"

You went on and on about your day, but Alastor could only focus on the close proximity between the two of you and your hand came so close to brushing his every minute or so.

"Alastor! Freaking hell!" He snapped out of his trance when he heard you yell his name.

He cleared his throat, quickly gathering himself once more, "Yes, darling?"

"Were you even listening to me?"

"Of course, I was." Which, frankly, was a lie.

"Just go to bed, dipshit."

"I don't need sleep."

"Your brain is hijacked, Al." You try to give his ears a scratch. Alastor attempts a dodge but fails. "See? You can't even dodge a simple pet on the head."

"I let you do that."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Darling, you know I don't sleep."

"It was an expression, babe."

He knew you meant it as a joke, a light-humoured name you called him; like how he called you "dear" or "darling".

But he couldn't help the blush that found a way to his face.

"Alastor! You're doing it again!"

"I beg your pardon?" He snaps out from his trance.

"You're dozing off again. Are your radio parts radio-ing properly?"

"I'm not an actual radio, my dear."

"Well, you sure act like a broken down machine." You let out a giggle, him doing the same, but it ultimately sounded like he was buffering.

"You need help." You get up and give him another ruffle behind the ears, catching him off guard. "G'night, Al."

He doesn't respond.

He's too busy screaming internally.

-----

Alastor doesn't do feelings. Yet, here he was a broken mess because of you.

No, this was unacceptable. All he'd work for. His reputation. The danger it'd put you in.

He couldn't afford any of that gone — especially not you.

How was he to get rid of this weird churning he gets in his stomach when you near, though? How was he to stop loving you?

-----

Alastor doesn’t do feelings. He nearly did, once, because of you. But he’d found a way to stop it.

Or so, he thought.

“Good morning, Al.”

Out of everyone in the hotel, you were the one person he could tolerate. Despite your polar interests and behaviour, Alastor actually found it quite enjoyable to be by your side.

Sure, you rarely cursed, was so sweet and couldn’t bare the thought of killing, but Alastor never minded. You were the one person he looked forward to seeing everyday. He would usually only talk to you.

“Husker, may I have a word?” Yet, here Alastor was, completely ignoring your existence like you were some irrelevant imp a few rings down.

“Uh, sure, boss.” Husk sends you a questioning stare as you return the favour.

He didn’t actually have anything to say to him; it just hurt to see you. The feelings still lingered and he couldn’t do jackshit about it. 

Staying away from you was only supposed to get rid of his feelings, not intensify them.

“Alastor?” Yet, your voice captivated him in every way possible and his desire to be yours increased.

He simply left the room, and the two of you never spoke after that.

-----

“Alastor doesn’t do feelings, honey.”

“I know, Rosie! But we’re just friends and he knows that.” You take a sip from the tea Rosie prepared for you. “Though, lately, he’s been completely disregarding my presence like I’m the bane of his existence.”

“Don’t look too much into it! I’m sure it’s nothing. It’s just Alastor being Alastor.”

“But it’s not.” You sigh. “Something’s changed between us and I’m not sure what it is.”

“Well, did anything specific happen?”

“I.. I don’t know.” Your voice cracks at the agony. “I just.. Everything was fine that night. I just told him to sleep and the next morning it’s like I never existed.”

“Hm. That does sound odd.”

“Exactly! And I’m not sure what to do or if- if I’ve angered him- or- or maybe he’s sick of me-”

“Honey, breathe.” Rosie’s hand finds yours across the table as she rubs soothing circles on the back of your palm. “It’s in his nature to be sending mixed signals. Just give him time. He’ll come to terms with you eventually.”

“Are.. Are you sure?”

“You came to me for a reason.” She jokes, though her warm smile never left her face.

“Thank you, Rosie.”

-----

Alastor, your beloved strawberry pimp, doesn’t do feelings. He didn’t, he doesn’t and he won’t.

At least, that was before he realised he was catching feelings for you.

He’s tried so hard to ignore it. He’s done everything he could to ignore you, but despite his best efforts, you still found a way to float straight back into his mind.

“Alastor?”

“Yes, darling?” It took him a while to comprehend the fact he accidentally called Husk “darling”. His mind was just filled with thoughts of you.

“Uh.. anyways.” Husk cleared his throat. “You were close with the kid, right?”

“I suppose.” He shrugs, saying it as a matter of fact-ly. “Nothing serious.”

Alastor nearly flinched as he said it himself. 

Nothing serious.

But in fact, it was starting to get serious. He was in love with you, head-over-heels obsessed, but he couldn’t come to terms with the fact and decided to push you away.

Fuck. What was he thinking?

“Yes, well I just.. wanted to let ya’ know she’s-”

“In a minute, Husker.” He says, taking off and trying to find you. He had to apologize. He had to talk to you and explain himself. But then, that would mean he had to confess.

Confess. Alastor’s smile widened as he thought of the idea. Blush crept from his face all the way down to his neck and his tail was uncontrollably wagging under his coat.

He loved you.

Turns out, Alastor does, and will do feelings.

-----

“Husker, have you seen her?” After a whole day of looking around the hotel, he couldn’t seem to find you anywhere. 

“Her?” He asks, then immediately realising there could only be one her. “I was trying to tell you, boss. The kid.. The kid passed.”

“What?” His smile falters, eyes twitching, but still keeping his composure.

“Some drunk ass dude got hold of an angelic weapon from the last extermination. She was stabbed on her way back from cannibal town.”

The static in his ears were ringing louder by the second. This wasn’t supposed to happen. No, it wasn’t supposed to end like this. He was only supposed to get rid of his feelings, not you.

This whole plan backfired. It was a mistake. He kept what he hadn’t wanted, and lost what he desired.

-----

Alastor doesn’t do feelings.

He does, but only for you. He keeps his heart closed in hopes you’re still somewhere out there.

Any other demon who tries to get with him, ultimately gets turned down.

Alastor doesn’t do feelings, no; but he does feelings. He saves the romantic kind for you. The platonic ones, however, are open doors now because of you.

Alastor didn’t do feelings, but he does now — in hopes he gets redeemed and can find you in heaven.

———[ End. ]———

[sugar-omi]

WAIT I WANNA SHOW MY SIM COVE

ignore the fact he has no glassses in the first photo BUT I FIND IT SOOO HARD TO MAKE MALE SIMS IT TOOK ME 3 DAYS TO MAKE HIM IN A WAY I FEEL WAS SOMEWHAT ACCIRATE?2)$2 HELP i also have no mods that fit his style but IGNORE IT ❤️

NO WAIT BC I WANNA SHOW MY SIM TOO I TOTALLY FORGOT BUT OMG HES SO SEXY..... I NEED HIM....

also dw ion have things that match his style either. he either is an emo slut or a total dad in his patterned shirts n hoodie n shit

BUT LOOK AT MY COVE!!!! yes I gave him body hair (it's brown I think. I couldn't do green. I CANT) bc cove w hairy chest n arms has been making me tremble lately yk

ALSO IGNORE HOW LOW QUALITY MY GAME IS. I FINALLY CHOSE PERFORMANCE OVER QUALITY<//3

also if any long haired cover lovers are here, these are the hairs im using!!! the long one (hair down) is a female hair so just remove that tag.

*long hair "Alina V2" | bun "Saxen" all by simandy

look at how cute he is.... (ignore my ugly baby)

ALSO LOOK THEY WERE IN THE WATER N I TRIED TO MAKE EM KISS BC I THOUGHT OOO OCEAN KISS SO CUTE N MY SIM IS FUCKING MAKING OUT WITH HIS NIPPLE......

anyway here are my devil children also. I totally forgot cove wears glasses btw, I usually have him go without em bc I kinda hate the options after step 2, altho I give him them in step 4 sometimes. I JUST WANNA SEE HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE!!!! I love him

in order, Caspian, raine, and helios. THE FIRST TWO FUCKING HATE SLEEPING AND I.... PLEASE. I JUST CANT TAKE IT COVE N MY SIM ARE SUFFERING!!! MANS ALMOST PISSED HIMSELF BC CASPIAN HATED SLEEPING IN HIS CRIB AS AN INFANT, SO COVE WAS SITTING IN THE ROCKING CHAIR TRYNA GET THIS NEEDY CROTCH FRUIT SOME SLEEP.....

anyway. i love my lil family <3333 and here's some more screenies from my gameplay. miranda proposed to terry in the last one!!!! and adopted a cat together!!!!

ANYWAY SORRY I TOTALLY HIJACKED YOUR MOMENT LMAO but omg i need to know what skin overlays you use bc his face is so... im drooling actually ALSO WHAT HAIR IS THAT ITS SO SWOOPY N GORGEOUS!!!!

[demphix]

hhi please talk about this ... you get me i think

Hi sorry this took so long I got my brain rewired and hijacked by Ceroba again. Anyways. Ralsei. That fuckin freak goat

Where do I even start? I could go the route of his design and how inconsistently he (and uniquely him as opposed to a more wide-spread lack of consistency) is portrayed both in and out of game and why I find that interesting, but I should probably do that separately.

Because I'm really here to ramble about him as a character, and what sides of him tend to be forgotten and ignored.

Most of the fandom that I've seen sorta reduces Ralsei down to what he is on the surface, a walking plushie who wants to make everyone happy, and while I understand WHY it's so common, it leaves me really unsatisfied with how he's presented in the fandom. He's more than that, he's not just the toy he tries to act as.

And I emphasize the "act as" there, because it's important to note how often he does this. He (and the game) gives you a million offers to hug him, if not that he'll talk about baking a cake for you, or you'll get to call him cute, ect.. Little acts of comfort he'll lean on a lot. On top of that, he'll always encourage you and Susie to be pacifists in Chapter 1 no matter what you do. Keep this in mind.

The next thing I wanna mention is his whole deal with "purpose." He's introduced by reading off a prophecy to you, and his whole conflict with Susie in Chapter 1 is trying to get her to be a hero with him and Kris for the sake of said prophecy. Later on he states that Darkners exist to serve Lightners and make them happy, and adds that it's supposedly the only way they can feel fulfilled. In Chapter 2, he objects to learning S-ACT and R-ACT because that's supposed to be Kris's special talent. There's probably more examples I'm blanking on at the moment, but those stick out to me the most here.

On top of all that, he really lets you walk all over him (sometimes literally). You mentioned before how he goes "If you want to hit me, that's okay, too!" and like. Yeah that's kind of the perfect summary of it he really did just Say That. What's wrong with you goatboy why are you like that???

Expanding on that more, despite encouraging pacifism he's perfectly compliant in letting you attack everyone and making him do it too; yet he still snaps (or as close as he can get to snapping right now) at Susie for doing the exact same thing. It's weird. He's fine when Kris does it, but when Susie does it's a problem? Why? He even suggests fighting as a way to get stronger in Chapter 2 (though I suppose that is at least after him being nice to King backfired on everyone).

It all fascinates me. It feels like he's trying to stick to a script while also letting you completely disregard it. He wants to be cute and lovable and wants to bring people comfort, but the only way he ever tries to comfort others is through hugs and baking or giving them a nice spot in his castle. Ironically for his thing with ACTing, he doesn't really "talk" about issues often.

Which leads me to his identity, Kris, the Player, and the way those may intersect.

Let's start off with Kris and the Player. A lot of what Ralsei gives you leeway on really feels like stuff for the player's enjoyment. He'll let you do things he doesn't want Susie to (fighting in Chapter 1, choosing who goes with who, ACTing, ect..) and use him for it when needed. He's famously VERY quick to disregard any meaning Spamton NEO's fight could have had and (again) relies on using himself as a plushie or making some cake or whatever to comfort Kris instead (which doesn't even work). I also like to note how he responds to any negative or silent choices from you in the Acid Tunnel of Love scene. He turns away from the camera (away from the player before turning opposite to Kris) in the first choice before going "ahahaha just kidding!! sarcasm!!! haaahhahahahaha!!!!, and in the second he fumbles on his words and tries to pass it off as "you-like" to be silent.

He also pans us over to Susie's POV in both chapters, and with the "So that's why..." at the end of both, it feels like he was trying to explain something to Kris during it??? Additionally: Weird Route. Do you remember the 1 in 20 chance he stares at the camera during the scene where he should be panning us over to Susie's POV? He just looks right at us. It has a unique sprite but it's disguised in name and appearance to look like an in-between frame from his dance animation at the start of Chapter 2. What the fuck does that mean. Huh. Why.

Oh also the him blushing easter-egg only happens when he and Kris's sprites overlap to a point where he'd be touching the sprite of the soul when made visible. Which sure is something I think

So like. Bro knows about us right . Am I crazy I think he knows. I feel like he's too focused on following the prophecy and being liked by us to not right?? Bro wants to play the role he was given in his script even if its uncomfortable or painful and panics when it doesn't go how it should too often right am I stupid or am I on to something please help me

Ok fuckin. Last bit. I'm gonna try to be quick I am tired.

Why He Goat

He resembles Kris's family, his name is an anagram of Asriel, you know the drill. I'm not so concerned with the "why" of that (I think he's the horned headband Kris wore as a kid, and his resemblance to the Boss Monsters is reflective of how that item represents Kris wanting to resemble their family), I wanna see how that ties into his identity. He states he doesn't know what being "ralsei-like" even means, and. Yeah that's probably adding a lot to it. It's also probably making how affectionate he tries to be very uncomfortable for Kris (almost like he's going despite that because they weren't originally who he was being this way towards Ooo Vessel Allusion Ooo).

I don't know how to wrap this up uhhh

I think Ralsei is more than the uwu babygirl fluffball this fandom makes him, he's a character with depth. He puts on a persona to be perfect for the player because that's his "purpose." It's his role in the story to teach you and do whatever you want while keeping the plot moving as it should. He cares, but he doesn't know how to comfort because he doesn't know how any of this works (like how he talks about friendship in the Acid Tunnel).

He tries to be perfect, but deep down he's still just. The lonely prince the prophecy needs.

[punsmaster69]

1/APR/20XX

[After checking the page again, the words have ACTUALLY been written properly this time - with a working pen.]

[A small attached sticky note reads, "heheh. couldn't not, sorry."]

i'm carried out of bed and immediately served chocolate pancakes as papyrus briefs me on the day's plan - all before i even finish waking up fully.

"YOU WANTED TO GO TO AN ARCADE, SO THAT'S WHAT WE'LL DO FIRST - EVERYONE ELSE IS GOING TO MEET US THERE, SO DON'T SAVOUR MY COOKING 𝘛𝘖𝘖 LONG."

" 'k."

"AROUND LUNCHTIME, WE'RE GOING TO STOP BY GRILLBY'S... UNFORTUNATELY."

"AFTER... WE'LL JUST HANG OUT AT MS. TORIEL'S HOUSE FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT; CONSIDERING IT WOULD BE THE CLOSEST."

"ok."

"sounds good."

"...."

he looks over his shoulder to see me still yawning, giving an eyeroll gesture and placing a cup of hot coffee in front of me.

"CAN'T HAVE YOU FALLING BACK ASLEEP IMMEDIATELY, SO DRINK UP!"

"...doesn't work, remember?"

"..RIGHT."

beside it, he places a cup of ice water.

"THAT SHOULD, RIGHT?"

i mumble an affirmative response. papyrus takes this as good enough.

——

"Yo!"

undyne high-fives papyrus, then grabs me for an aggressive noogie.

"Excited for today, you decrepit bag of bones?!"

"PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH HIM, UNDYNE."

this diverts her wrath onto papyrus instead.

"PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH 𝘔𝘌, UNDYNE!!!"

me and alphys fistbump.

"Good choice."

"figured you'd approve."

"S-Still wish they hadn't plastered that creepy ice cube's face EVERYWHERE in this place. Can't even have one bare wall."

"whaaat? ice-e's an icon."

"Of weird c-corporate marketing."

"and unsolvable puzzles."

"They were always that way, then?"

toriel and frisk - flowey wrapped around the kid's arm - wave as they approach.

frisk nods.

"Even the first one Sans and Papyrus set out for me back in Snowdin was unsolvable."

"IT WAS?!"

"Weird letter inconsistency."

"SANS!! YOU NOT ONLY PUT OUT A 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 OF ALL THINGS, BUT AN 𝘐𝘔𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘉𝘓𝘌 ONE?!?"

"whoops."

"SIGH."

"REALLY, I DON'T KNOW WHY I SIMPLY DIDN'T DO IT ALL MYSELF!!"

"I CERTAINLY WOULD HAVE CAPTURED THE HUMAN WITH EASE."

"ER-"

"I'M!! GLAD I DIDN'T THOUGH, NOW!!!"

we chat for a while more before actually going inside -

"I MISS THE SUN ALREADY."

- and splitting off towards the games each of us preferred. toriel simply stuck by me to observe whatever i decided on.

somehow, at some point, we ended up just playing air hockey really badly.

𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.

"Is this how you play??"

"is this how you play???"

repeatedly smacking the pushers together, the puck was ignored.

——

papyrus won a scary amount of tickets and used them to redeem two dart guns. one was instantly hijacked by undyne, who cackled after ricocheting a dart off papyrus' skull. she was going to fire at me, but

"You're spared for today. Don't think I won't get you another time, though!!!"

"..cool."

grillby's wasn't far, and the weather was pleasant, so walking was actually pretty alright.

the bar erupts into noise as we show up. there was a barrage of questions and comments about everyone and everything, but the chaos made any recollections of it blurry. (fun chaos, don't get me wrong.)

i waited for the right moment - somehow, i knew it would happen.

my brother raises his glass of milk.

"WILL EVERYONE PLEASE RISE AND GIVE A TOAST TO MY BROTHER, SANS, WHOSE BIRTHDAY IT IS TODAY?!"

a roaring sound that resembles a "YEAH!!" as everyone in the restaurant rises to their feet.

i move quickly, placing one on each seat - unnoticed amidst the commotion.

"THREE..."

"TWO..."

"ONE!"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SANS!!!"

appearing beside my brother as if i'd not moved at all, i clink a bottle of ketchup with the various other beverages being lifted.

and then a loud,

deafening,

𝙋𝙋𝘽𝘽𝘽𝘽𝘽𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏

as everyone sits back down.

it was beautiful. enough to make a grown man cry.

tears of laughter, that is.

a magician clown never reveals his secrets, but i sure was asked "HOW?!" a lot.

——

the sun has just finished setting. for the first time today, it's quiet. a gentle breeze cools the day down. toriel and i hang around on the porch to take it in - myself sat upon the rail.

"Are you truly alright with not getting much...?"

"yeah."

"spendin' time with you folks is all i wanted."

"and i got it, so."

"seems like a pretty good birthday to me."

"Still, it feels lackluster to have shown up empty-handed."

"i mean. you brought cake."

"That is a given."

"here."

"if you're really concerned about me not getting any gifts..."

"..."

i gave her a goofy grin.

"gonna be corny for a sec, hope you don't mind."

"I do not have a 𝘤𝘰𝘣-lem with it."

"In fact, I am all 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴."

in that moment, i couldn't have been more certain.

i push myself up into my knees to deposit a quick kiss on her cheek.

"...that can be my gift."

dropping myself back down to sit on the porch rail.

". . ."

"sorry for suddenly 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 that onto you. wanted to 𝘦𝘢𝘳nestly-"

puns were halted as my mouth became suddenly occupied with something else.

when she eventually let go, i found myself sputtering momentarily trying to find my words.

"There. You being on the receiving end makes it much more of a gift, does it not?"

"i-"

"i, uh."

"thought i was supposed to initiate it??"

"The cheek is close enough. And that one, you did."

"I will count it."

"....."

"there's another thing i'm s'posed to do."

"a ques-"

toriel puts her hand over my mouth.

"Do not ask it today."

"We would have to celebrate our anniversaries on your birthday."

"what? you don't want a double-event?"

"There is a multitude of reasons."

"shoot."

"...?"

"gimme 'em. gimme the reasons."

"Firstly, birthdays are to be spent with a multitude of friends and loved ones. Anniversaries are for spending with the romantic interest. To do both of those at once would be impossible."

"Secondly, it would subtract from the specialness of each as well."

"Thirdly-"

"it'd be easier to remember."

she hadn't noticed me slowly inching my face closer and closer to her own until i spoke.

"Th-"

"birthversary rolls right off the tongue, too."

"..."

"I'll show YOU a tongue."

she suddenly sticks out her tongue. my proximity causes me to have to back away quickly.

too quickly.

toriel leaps forward and wraps an arm around me to stop me from going completely backwards off the rail.

"I did not mean for that to happen."

"good catch."

"Oddly, not the first time you have fallen from my railing."

"yeah, i'm gettin' 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 good at doing that accidentally."

"Hehehe."

"Do I need to install rails for my rails?"

"gonna box me in, huh?"

"If it will stop you from falling, then maybe I will."

𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬.

"WE'VE DECIDED ON A SLEEPOVER-"

we both looked to the back door.

with a blanket draped over his right arm, papyrus stopped speaking to stare at us blankly for a moment.

arms wrapped around each other, being bent over the rail, her hips between my legs...

"..I ASSUME YOU ARE BUSY."

"....."

"might be a minute."

promptly spinning 180 on his heels, papyrus went back inside; carrying the same expression the whole time.

immediately bursting into laughter, tori lifts me up the rest of the way and places me on the porch.

"Awkward-looking situations seem to be your forte, my dear."

"no kidding."

"At least it was Papyrus."

"yeah."

"..."

"so, can i ask you the-"

"Another time."

"ok."

[obligitory-fma-blog]

I watched the second fma Netflix adaptation. Here’s the best of my notes:

They had the whole fma original soundtrack to use for this movie and tHEY DIDNT??

Purification arts of Xing?? Just call it Alcehestry like they do in the show?? (No I didn’t spell it right I was noting stuff as I went and didn’t look it up)

Okay the weird pause before Lan Fan pulled out the smoke bomb…

ITS AN ACTUAL BOMB?????

Lots of weird pauses and slow-mo’s to mimic anime fights but it reads weird as live action and I don’t like it

HUGHES THANK FUCK PLEASE MAKE THIS LESS WEIRD

Wtf never mind hi envy with your shit ass wig (I forgot they killed off Hughes in the first one 😭😭)

LAN FAN BODIED HIM LMAO

Ed really be like “you do you ig”

“Yeah people exploding today!” Is my favorite line so far. (English Captions with Japanese audio; this was the train hijacker guy from fma 03)

Ed’s expression when Mustang shows up is the most in character thing I will say that (after train stuff)

I will say they did better on characterization this time around I feel like they’re close to the actual characters

But it’s hard to get close to them since they aren’t, well, animated characters. Trying not to judge too harshly.

Not terrible so far actually

Okay nevermind about the cgi WHAT IS WITH XIAOMEI

“I mean, we’re just some decent human beings.” -Ed who wanted to leave Mei behind

GO OFF MEI YEAHHHH TELL HIM THE BITCH

Okay we’re gonna have a really awkward explosion-over-short moment that just will not work because it isn’t animated

GIRLIE ARE YOU HAVING A SEIZURE

Mei being a bitch back is warranted

They be running

“You’ll never catch me, tiny rice man!” -Mei (rice man?)

The dialogue being altered where Ed says he doesn’t have a god to pray to before scar kills him bothers me

I like Alphonse’s movements on the ground when he’s incapacitated, I think the cgi works well there

Hi Mustang good on you for saving your pseudo sons

Riza with the side eye lmao

The slowmo’s again like hello

ARMSTRONG HIIIII You look really fuckin weird tho But HIIIIII

Okay the flexing I can do without thanks it looks weird

Yes Breda why is he shirtless

The red eyes don’t look good either. (For scar)

N ow see why wouldn’t you put in a leitmotif for the brothers theme in this scene with Ed and Al and instead just put in sad piano that sounds vaguely similar to it

WHERES THE LINE ABOUT THEM BEING BROKEN BUT ALIVE WHY WOULD YOU CHANGE THAT

Riza being the best and putting her coat over Ed >>>>

Mustang go comfort your son’s PLEASE

Okay just ignore that I’m on the found family train

Girlie that looked like a bad PowerPoint presentation WHY WOULD YOU DO IT LIKE THAT?? (The part where the officer shot the ishvallen child)

Gluttony… hi… again…. Can’t wait for your cgi…. (It didn’t look as bad tbh)

Sorry but with the military uniform off and just the white collared shirt he looks LIKE A DAD LIKE CMON (Mustang)

“You’ve grown… at least I think.” -Hoenhiem, observational genius

“I think I like this scene better than canon a bit actually? Cause Ed gets to express his emotions more than just calling him a bastard

Okay Hoenhiem just ignore him??

Uh oh they have to walk back together

“Our hair matches :D” -Hoenhiem

Ed immediately takes his out of the ponytail

Im not gonna lie I chuckled at that

Also I love seeing Ed with his hair down we don’t get enough of that

“stop following me��� -Ed

“we’re going to the same place? 😥” -Hoenhiem

Okay we’re talking about Xerxes instead of Ed and Al’s mom or…?

And the bitch is gone

YOURE GOING TO XERXES WITH AUTOMAIL YOU DUMBASS YOURE GONNA OVERHEAT

Ooooo love the look of Xerxes ruins

Awwww Winry’s parents :D we get more of them

They’re gonna die tho and I hate that :(

This is gonna be so hard wrenching actually-

GIRL IM GONNA CRY

5 minutes into Central and you’re already causing trouble, good job Ed

Al I feel like has the weakest characterization so far in this adaptation he’s just reacting to stuff rather than doing stuff as far as I’ve seen

Scar when Winry is having a breakdown🧍

Ruhroh Winry’s got a gun

Okay the slowmo makes more sense here

Ed saves the day :D

Also we finally see scars brother after getting no context on him

Good acting on Lan Fan’s part

Also why is this calling her Ran Fan? Is that a dub thing (they called Ling “Lin” but this was all in the captions so I’m confused)

“King Bradley is a Homonculus” very serious Ling “hUh.” -Ed

Any Mustang and Hughes content is good Mustang and Hughes content I don’t make the rules

Also it’s good they didn’t change the layout of Riza’s explanation montage for Ishval because it works really well in canon and translated pretty well to live action

Riza and Roy’s speeches near the end >>>

Oh great the bros are gonna try and catch scar alone this can only end well

Well they definitely didn’t catch him

WINRY HOW TF ARE YOU HERE??

MUSTANG WHY TF ARE YOU HERE???

Oh hi Riza :D

Mustang’s like “let ur gf speak to him if she wants like damn”

Ed’s like “bb girl if he says anything shitty I’ll fight for you”

WINRY GIRLBOSS LUV HER

“Hell no I don’t forgive you for shit, but I’m gonna patch you up anyway.” -Winry

Okay cool message, someone must endure pain if it means they can prevent further suffering and cycles of violence

Uh oh Gluttony escaped

He be runnin

YEAH ED AND AL SAVE UR DAD

YEAH SCAR SAVE WINRY

YEAHHHHHH

“Wait I won’t leave you behind” MUSTANG BEING A DAD AHEGWIWNWN

“Colonel your fight is elsewhere” SCREAMING

Oh hi envy

ED SAVINF LING

and they got eaten lmao

Yay we’re all trapped in Gluttony’s stomach :D

Envy is so cynical what a bitch lol

“Tf is a portal of truth 🧍” -Ling

Oh great we’re gonna get cgi envy this will go well right?

EW

Could be worse but

EW

Conclusion: it was okay. There were parts I genuinely liked. There are things that also bug me to no end. The soundtrack from the original series would’ve fit way better and a lot of times it sounded like an off brand marvel track. Acting and cgi was a lot better (at times.) An improvement on the first one, and a semi-worthwhile watch if you have nothing else to do and you like fma. Cannot and will never be a substitute for the original obviously. Seems like less of a cash grab and more of a genuine effort this time which I appreciate. Overall? 6.5/10

(Lemme know if y’all want my full notes version because it has way more of me screaming and being goofy)

[sincerely-sofie]

Ruby anon here! I have so much to say, so this might be a long ask. I hope you don’t mind!

I’m so glad you liked the short story I made! The idea just came up and I had to write it. The recovery process from trauma is so hard, let alone starting it. There’s hills and valleys, and sometimes you find it hard to believe you can keep going because you’re so exhausted, but it’s well worth it to keep going. I wanted to show that Ruby’s recovery is gradual — being rescued and put into a loving home doesn’t automatically erase the pain and the daily, practiced routine of survival that were only applicable in her own home. She still tries to be silent when she walks, amongst other behaviors she’d have (though I leave that to you because I don’t want to hijack your characters and story ^^;), it will likely last a while, but she keeps going and has a family that understands and supports her all the way. They are ready to hold her hand through her recovery through everything: the hills, valleys, and exhaustion. They are here. That’s the greatest gift.

Also I LOVE that comic with Twig and Ruby! It really touched my heart and made me tear up. Thank you for sharing it. The way Twig comforts Ruby and telling her how brave she is and ahhhhhh- thank you for sharing.

It does make me curious tho — although these questions might have already been answered, if they have, I’m sorry, my memory must be terrible. If they’re upcoming answers for my questions, please feel free to ignore them! I can wait to see what you have coming up, and I’ll be very excited to see it! — is it Merit or Constance that’s the shiny? And is there a confirmed story on how Twig and the gang hunted them down? I remember you said something about the latter question, but I was unsure if that one was confirmed or not and Tumblr keeps gaslighting me when I try to find the post to confirm.

The last and final thing is this!:

You and Obby are so cute together. I wish you both the greatest happiness.

Gonna have to focus on the latter half of this ask because if I comment on the first half I’m just gonna start crying happy tears and keyboard smashing aksgaksgekdjlk—

The answer to both your questions is that as of now, I'm not sure! I haven't decided on whether it's Merit or Constance who's the shiny, and while I have a few ideas about Twig and the gang tracking the two down, I haven't posted anything ultra-mega official.

As for that final question: THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU'RE SO SWEET OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS

[satanandsoul]

Can you do one for how nct dream members see haechan/mark like you did for jay and sunoo

Also as a caratzen (a fan of both nct and svt if you're wondering what it mwans) I had a good laugh reading your last post. I'm glad i found you and hope other caratzens will too 😂😂🤣

Hi anon! I have a strong urge to just ignore your ask so that no Seventeen or Nct fans will find me. 🤣🤣🤣 Just kidding. 😉 But seriously, if you are Seventeen, please don't ask me to do tarot reading on how all the other members see a certain member. I will downright turn down the request. Can you imagine pulling 12 cards for one reading? 😅 I will literally die.

Sorry, slightly hijacking your ask. 😅 Back to your ask, I will do a tarot reading on Heachan as I have done a birth chart analysis of him, I feel slightly more close to him, cognitively. 😂

🔮 How Nct Dream Members See Heachan Tarot Reading 🔮

Haechan to Mark: Queen of Swords Rx

Mark is terrified of Haechan's sharp tongue and mind. 🤣 Haechan is a bit ruthless in Mark's eyes.

Haechan to Renjun: 8 of Wands

Renjun sees Haechan as always on the move, always busy doing something, or on the go to do something.

Haechan to Jeno: 9 of Cups

Jeno actually sees Haechan as an accomplished person, that he should be proud of himself.

Haechan to Jaemin: Wheel of Fortune Rx

I don't know why but Jaemin sees Haechan as an unlucky person, like he always is the victim of circumstances.

Haechan to Chenle: The Sun

Chenle sees Haechan as a happy person, comfortable in his own skin, unabashedly being himself.

Haechan to Jisung: Knight of Wands

Like Renjun, Jisung also sees Haechan as a person who is always onto something. Occupied by creative projects. Very passionate about life in general.

[yankstrash]

she playfully gives him the silent treatment until he says goodnight to her

he falls asleep one night without texting her goodnight because he genuinely just crashed so hard, and it keeps amelia up for a bit because she's like, "what happened? what'd i do? is he mad at me? are we breaking up?"

she eventually falls asleep, and when she wakes up she already has a good morning text from him. she realizes he probably just knocked out, but meels being meels is gonna be her silly, petty self and give him the treatment back.

from: gabriel ❤️

"good morning pretty meels ❤️"

*read at 9:35 am*

gabe notices she read his text a few minutes ago and hasn't texted back. he gives it another few minutes before he texts her again.

from: gabriel ❤️

"hey sleeping beauty, it's time to wake up and talk to your boyfriend.

*read at 9:43 am*

mmmk, was he being ignored?

from: gabriel ❤️

"did someone hijack your phone and is leaving my texts on read?"

*read at 9:46 am*

from: meels 💗

"nope, it's me."

from: gabriel ❤️

"whew, well then, YOU'RE the one leaving my texts on read. how come? what's wrong my love?

*read at 9:50 am*

gabe was so confused but also getting worried, so he called amelia.

straight to voicemail.

another call

straight to voicemail.

facetime

declined.

WHAT was going on?

amelia was laughing to herself, but was also starting to feel bad. clearly he wasn't upset with her and he just fell asleep before texting her goodnight. not wanting to drive him too crazy, she facetimed him back and he picked up on the first ring.

"ameliaaaaa" gabe trailed off.

"gabrielllll" amelia mocked his tone.

"what's with the opened messages, huh?"

amelia giggled and said, "just giving you the treatment back."

gabe had a confused look on his face as he said, "what'd i do?? i didn't do anything."

"mmm, someone didn't send me a goodnight text last night.."

gabes face went from confused, to laughing, to giving her a 'really' look all in a span of 5 seconds.

"cmon meels, really?" he said, laughing.

"yes, really! you had me worried. thought you were mad at me."

gabe playfully sighed and said, "alright, i am very sorry i clocked out and forgot to send you a goodnight text. please forgive me, princess."

amelia fake thought about it for a sec before saying, "fine, i guess it's okay."

gabe pretended to wipe his forehead, letting out a "whew" as the two laughed together.

[harley-sunday]

First of all… I can’t believe you ATTACK ME ON MAIN before I even READ part 2.

Second of all… you know me quite well because you absolutely know I’m not going to drop this and yes, I— NAY— WE would like a part 3. It’s what the people deserve. Trilogies are in. Right readers?!

Third of all… you drop this gorgeous story to tidy up the loose ends and give us a morsel, nay, a crumb into their togetherness and finish with the steamiest of moments?! And think we won’t want more?! You underestimate your talents, babe. Congrats on part 2. I’m in love with it and I don’t care who knows.

Fourth of all… next time you want me to un-justify the smut?! I’m not doing it. Nope, not me. “But they just met, eL.” Don’t care babe, write the smut. Sorry y’all that one was on me, I didn’t think she’d do us dirty like this.

So yeah, write part 3 and make it just as amazing as parts 1 & 2. KThanksByeeeee 😘

To use your new favourite word: Nay, I don't think I will.

(I'm about to explain my reasonings/vent here for a hot sec, so feel free to ignore me!)

Sometimes you have to know when to stop. Not only for the sake of the story but also for the sake of my mental state as a writer. Because part 1 was super fun and easy to write, I mean, I wrote that in 3hrs ffs. Like, that's the dream, that's what makes writing fun, you know? And even the lack of comments and reblogs where like, whatever, I liked it so in the end that doesn't really matter. Part 2, on the other hand, not so much. It took way longer, was more of a struggle (I started over like 3 times) and in the end I still don't feel all too happy with it but I felt like I had to post it. Looking back at it now, I shouldn't have done it. I should have just left it at part 1. So I know if I even attempt a third part it will just be shit, both for me as a writer (because there will be pressure) and for you as readers (because it's going to feel forced).

If there's anything I've figured out over the best few months it's that I write best (and have the most fun writing) when I write for me. I mean, I still have 2 drabble requests in my inbox from way back when, which I'm still determined to finish, but oof... it ain't easy. An idea like Champagne Supernova, which just popped into my head and thus had to get written that same night? Idk but those are the best!

So yeah..

And eL, babe, I am sorry to hijack your ask like this but it was the perfect catalyst for explaining my side of things a bit more. I probably should have made a separate post but please know it's nothing personal (we have our voice memos for that 😆) because I love you and I can't wait to take you to sketchy museums soon 😘

🧡

[newobsessioneveryweek]

So sorry to hijack your post but I finally drafted the scene :]

Piers regarded the senator with mounting distaste. “You think you are superior to me because you possess something that I do not?”

Senator Rowan grinned condescendingly. “I mean it only as a caution, Your Majesty. Those who have come before you- your late brother, for example- indeed have accomplished quite remarkable feats of power, feats that, unfortunately, you are not able, let alone capable, of managing. I am merely addressing that your opponents might take advantage of that weakness.”

Piers felt his jaw clench but remained composed. “You think it weakness, Senator?”

The man’s expression changed to one of vaguely concealed contempt. “It is a rather lacking state to possess nothing of your family’s great well of power. Others might see you as vulnerable.”

Yes, of course, Piers thought, “Others.”

Piers hummed in false interest, not once breaking eye contact with Senator Rowan, wishing for once that he had enough of this oh-so-great power that he could actually pierce the man with his stare alone. “Senator,” he began, making sure to speak up so the whole room would know that he was, in fact, addressing all of them. “If I cut your throat right now, would your magic save you?” A spark of panic ignited in the old man’s eye and Piers felt a thrill wash over him. He let a small smile slip before returning to the stone-hard look of concentration. Senator Rowan was about to answer but Piers kept going. “If I poisoned your tea and made you drink it, what do you think would happen?” He paused for effect and watched the room squirm with growing delight. Oh, how he would love to poison one of these stuffy old men’s tea. “You would die, correct? You are but a man, an old and arrogant one. This era of magic, the glorification of it has made you all falsely secure. Allow me to introduce you to a thus far ignored concept among you; mortality. Whether or not you have magic great enough to shape mountains and calm seas a sharp sword, a ravaging poison, or my bare hands will be enough to fell you. You are not a god. Your magic cannot protect you. As far as I am concerned, were I pitted against you in a fight to the death, I would win. I have felled magic users like you before. My late brother is one of them and he was a far superior sorcerer than all of you combined. But even he could not withstand the slice of my blade through his heart and neither can you.”

He had actually stabbed him through his stomach but the heart sounded so much more intimidating to the low constitutions of his audience. He recognised that his little outburst was not appropriate for a senatorial discussion but it felt amazing to finally say what was on his mind, to kick magic off its ill-earned pedestal and after his speech, Piers was satisfied to see how subdued the room had become. Senator Rowan was no longer smiling. In fact, Piers relished the look of fear he now wore. The rest of the old men were similarly appalled and Piers doubted he would be hearing about his lack of magic for some time.

“Well, I think that covers everything on the agenda for today. This meeting of the senate is adjourned.” He stood and smiled broadly. “Please, enjoy your day further.” Then he left.

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

[lunarbuck]

Hi! I hope your doing okay and well, please ignore this if this makes you uncomfortable or you don't want to do this.

Request: Bucky Barnes oneshot with a military partner? Sounds cringe, but I would like to know what they'd do? Especially if their badass and able to take down multiple people?

I hope this makes sense, if not: send me a message for more clarification. Please make sure to stay hydrated, eat something, and take frequent breaks!!

Thank you so much for your request!! I had a lot of fun writing this :) but also..... I am so so so sorry it took me so long to get to this, I've had it written for a while but I just didn't know how to end it!! i hope you enjoy <3

Touch the Sky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Pilot reader (any race)

Summary: You and Bucky go on a mission that doesn't go as planned

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: military, fighting, violence, mentions of weapons

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When you’d first been assigned an Avenger as your partner, you’d laughed a little bit. You couldn’t really imagine sticking Thor in the rear seat of your jet. 

But when you’d found out you’d be working with Sergeant Bucky Barnes, well, you couldn’t really be too mad. Not only does he have real military experience, but he’s easy on the eyes. That’s always a plus.

When you enlisted at 18, you’d never thought you’d make it this far. After basic training, you were selected for a unique government program that put you on the fast track to becoming one of the most highly decorated pilots the country has ever seen.

To then be assigned to work with an Avenger was an honor, especially Sergeant Barnes. 

You work better with him than any other partner. Your skills complement each other, and he has your back at every turn. He’s a fierce protector, he never lets you get hurt, and if you do end up injured, you know he’ll take care of you.

So today, you know that he’s got you when everything has gone wrong on your mission. It’d started going wrong when you’d had to land your jet in the water just off the coast of the island you were supposed to be scouting. A base for an organization known for smuggling weapons to gangs and other crime families is at the center of the island.

They’d somehow hijacked your comms and messed with your jet’s system. You lost control, and your only option was to land in the water. But Bucky was there, the voice of reason in your head the whole time.

You’re a strong and capable person, it’s how you rose so quickly through the ranks, but it’s always nice to have someone there as support. Bucky never steps on your toes; he respects the fact that not only do you outrank him, but you’re more experienced in the air. You’re in charge. 

Now, he has your back just like he always does. The two of you, despite your disadvantage, make your way through the base and take down everyone in your way. The two of you are unstoppable, even as a group of men comes barreling toward you.

Bucky only gives you a glance before making his moves, protecting your blind spots as you fire at the oncoming attackers. You work seamlessly together, wordlessly communicating as if speaking telepathically. 

Your gun clicks, but you don’t let running out of ammo scare you. Bucky hears it, too and changes his tactic, covering you with his own shower of gunfire while you pull a knife out of your belt. 

Bucky taught you everything you know about fighting with knives, and you have to give it to him; it’s very effective. 

You swipe at the man in front of you, cutting him deep before punching him hard. He goes down, unconscious for the time being. 

Before long, all the men are down, and you and Bucky are moving on. 

It was practically inevitable that the two of you would develop feelings for each other. It happened quicker than you’d care to admit, but come on, one look at him, and you were sold. He’d even gotten approval from the higher-ups before asking you out. He made sure to do everything right.

Six months later, he still does it right. On missions, at home, everywhere, he’s your right-hand man. Your number one fan.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks, not even slightly out of breath despite running through the base and fighting off dozens of agents.

“Of course,” you reply, smiling as you pump your arms. You’re no super soldier, there’s no serum flowing through your veins, but you keep up as best you can.

“It’s really hot when you do that.” Bucky comes to a stop in front of a closed door and starts working on the keypad to unlock it.

“Do what?” you ask, turning around to watch for anyone who might be coming your way. 

You hear the door slide open, and you grin. He’s good. Bucky’s metal fingers circle your wrist and guide you back into the new room. You relish the feeling of cool vibranium against your skin.

He turns you around, and you catch his eyes. The bright blue pulls you in, and heat floods your body. 

“When you take down those guys like it’s nothing. You’re so fuckin’ strong,” he whispers hoarsely. You smirk and shake your head; as much as you want to pounce on him and show him just how easy it is to take someone down, you know you can't afford to get distracted.

“Thanks, Sarge.” You give him a wink and take in the new room. It’s some sort of control room, full of screens and different security equipment. Bucky grumbles something to himself but joins you to watch the footage playing out in front of you.

You flip through different cameras and eventually find one that shows a warehouse. People packing different weapons shipments fill the screen, and you hum in satisfaction. 

Bucky reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his comm equipment. Even though while you were in the air, it had all gone dead, they were equipped with flash drives. He plugs the drive into the system and downloads whatever footage he can.

The two of you stay, soaking up whatever intel you can get before someone inevitably realizes you’re in the security room. 

“How’re we getting out of here?” Bucky asks, tucking his communicator back into his jacket. You’d been trying to figure that out as well. Your jet is out of the picture, probably already full of water and unsalvageable. Your heart tugs at the thought; you’d been through a lot with her. You aren’t ready to say goodbye.

You flip through the cameras, searching for their jet hangar. The island is impossible to reach unless you fly in or have a small enough boat to navigate the waters. There has to be somewhere to store their aircrafts. 

It takes a little while, but eventually, you catch sight of a few jets, and luckily, you know how to fly them. Bucky figures out how to get there, and then you’re off. 

You don’t run into anyone as you weave through the hallways, much to Bucky’s disappointment. However, you have to take down a few guys guarding the jets. 

Bucky makes easy work of them, and you stand back, enjoying the view. His muscles strain, bunching beautifully beneath his uniform. You could watch him do this all day.

Bucky pretends to wipe the sweat off his brow as he flashes his perfect smile at you, and you roll your eyes. You circle one of the jets and go through your preflight ritual and checklist. You move with precision, and Bucky takes a step back to let you work. It’s been a while since you’ve flown this particular jet model, but you’re confident in your ability to make it work.

As you check off the next item on your mental list, Bucky moves to stand behind you, letting his hands linger on your waist. He lets his breath fan across your neck in a way that makes you shiver. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you jokingly scold, tilting your head back on his shoulder for just a moment. “This is no way to treat your superiors.” Bucky chuckles, squeezes your waist, then steps away.

You get through your checklist and finally board your jet despite the distractions. Bucky squeezes himself into the rear seat, and you can’t help but smile. You can’t use the headsets in the jet in case they’re broadcasted throughout the base, so you have to do any verbal communication before you get in the air.

“How ya feelin’ back there, Sarge?” you shout back to him, grinning as you begin your take-off sequence.

“Tight as always, you know I have long legs. There should be more leg room in these things,” he groans obnoxiously. A moment later, you’re in the air. You laugh to yourself as your jet starts to climb in altitude.

There’s something about flying: how your stomach sinks and your heart races when you take off that you’re addicted to. It never gets old, no matter how many times you fly. It’s always new, always so incredible. There’s nothing like it; nothing comes even close.

Usually, you’d be joking around with Bucky, but without the headsets, you sit with your own thoughts, focused entirely on getting the two of you home safely. You’re so in tune with the equipment that it’s practically an extension of yourself. Bucky has always been impressed by that.

After what only feels like a few moments, you’re approaching your military base. No one came after you; no one even tried to stop you. 

You land easily and take a deep breath as you taxi. 

“Attention passengers, this is your Captain speaking. It is currently 11:56 pm here in New York and a crisp 45 degrees Fahrenheit. Thank you so much for flying with us,” you say in your best professional voice.  

“You’d be an awful commercial pilot,” Bucky chuckles. You hum a laugh as you bring the jet to a halt. 

The debrief for the mission is long and tedious, but the second it’s over, you and Bucky make your way to your favorite 24-hour Chinese restaurant near the base. He pays for your food like the gentleman he is, and the two of you sit together in the nearly empty restaurant.

Moments like this make you feel practically normal, even though the two of you never will be. But honestly, you don’t want to be normal. You love being the badass couple. You love knowing that you make such a good team, that no matter what, you’ve got each other’s backs. 

After dinner, the two of you head to Bucky’s apartment and get ready to do it all again in a few hours.

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[softsnzstuff]

Doctor Au: Eddie knows Steve's really sick when he actually takes the day off from work or actually asks if he can go home early.

I am officially hijacking this ask and making it:

✨How Steddie Got Together (Doctor AU)✨

**

Saturday

“Another round of drinks?” The waiter a asked, towel folded over his arm.

“Yes please!” Robin exclaimed as the young man took away their empty glasses.

Steve held up a hand, “None for me, thanks.”

Robin stared at him judgmentally as he sipped from his water glass.

“You’re so boring!!! Just one more?”

“We’re not supposed to be getting hammered, Robin.”

“I am not hammered!”

Her argument was unconvincing at best, but Eddie ignored it, waving them off. He turned back to the waiter, “Sorry about them - it’ll just be the two margaritas for the ladies.”

“Nothing for you either Eds?” Robin asked.

“Nah, can’t let my boy Stevie stop by himself.” He shrugged.

Steve felt himself tense up at the Eddie calling him “his boy”.

“How very noble of you.” Nancy joked.

The four of them were out for dinner and drinks - something they liked to do once a month or so - going to the fancy hotel restaurant. Robin and Nancy were sitting in the booth seats opposite the boys who had two regular chairs.

Steve felt a tickle somewhere deep in his nose. He lifted the fabric napkin to his face and twisted away from their food.

“H’eMPtsch!! MPT’schh!!”

“Bless you.”

He sniffled as he lowered the napkin again, the waiter returning with the margaritas for the girls. He set them on the table, tiny umbrella and all.

“Thank you, thank you!!” Robin exclaimed.

Eddie picked up a French fry and took a bite. “Yeah. Definitely not hammered…”

“What’s everyone’s plans this weekend?” Steve asked, ignoring Robin rolling her eyes.

“I have to go back to my parents house this weekend. They’re moving Mike out for college and need some help.”

Robin was sucking away at the margarita, realizing it was her turn to speak, “Oh! I’m not doing much. Probably painting or watching tv. What about you, Eddie?”

“Eh, practicing guitar I guess. Not much. Steve?”

Eddie turned and looked at these with the warmest brown eyes. Steve felt butterflies in his stomach. He really didn’t want to say that he was actually starting to feel like he was catching a cold and wanted to sleep all weekend.

“I um… I think I’m just cleaning the apartment maybe?”

“Booooring!”

“Well someone’s gotta do it! It’s me. I’m someone. I- H’AEkishEW! HISHheW! NG’tchEW!!”

“Bless you, Stevie!”

Eddie raised his arm to rest it on the back of Steve’s chair, rubbing the man’s shoulders as he did so.

“Thanks. Sorry.” He sniffled into his napkin, trying not to think about how his crush was sat there rubbing his back right now.

Eddie’s always been a friendly guy, but he’s exceptionally flirty when it comes to Steve. Robin, who has known him since middle school, shoots Steve a knowing glance - he’d told her about his crush when she got hired on.

He shot her an equally knowing, discrete glance that screamed, ‘Don’t say a thing!’

The waiter came back with their bill, setting it on the table. Eddie quickly grabbing for his wallet in his pocket.

Nancy held out a hand to stop him, “No Eddie, we can split it!”

He waved his hand around and shook his head, “Nah, I got this one Nance, don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you Eddie!”

“Thanks Eddie!” Robin added, taking another sip of her drink.

“Thahhh thanks! H’ISSSH!”

“You’re welcome.” He turned to Steve, “Bless you.”

***

Monday

Eddie arrived at 7:25 Monday morning. He came in through the back door, the parking lot already filling up with the morning’s patients. He dropped his bag down next to his office desk.

“Morning Eddie!” Came a high pitched voice.

He looked up, only to meet the eyes of Chrissy Cunningham.

“Oh hi Chrissy! What a pleasant surprise!” He strode over to give her a hug. “How are you?”

“Doing just fine, and yourself?”

“Good, good! Ready to be back at work I suppose. Is Steve here yet?”

The last question was rhetorical. He figured if Chrissy was here, something had to be up.

“Oh, no. Sorry. I’m actually covering for him today.”

There it was.

“Covering for him?”

“Yeah, Robin called me this morning and said he won’t be coming in.”

“Oh, well glad to see you around!!”

As the girl left him, he tried his best to hide the disappointment. He absolutely loved Chrissy to pieces, but the past few weeks, seeing Steve was the highlight of his day.

He knew from the start that Steve was into guys and girls. Once he found out he and Robin were just really really close friends, he felt a relief. He’d been hanging out more with Steve outside of work lately - mostly doing cook nights at someone’s house to talk about life and the job. He thought maybe give it some time and he might have a chance?

He found himself sitting next to Robin at her desk while she signed out a patient, the methodical clicking of her keyboard putting him in a trance. Was Steve okay? Was he hurt? Where was he??

“Can I help you with something, Doc?” She asked, not looking away from the computer.

“I was just wondering where Steve is today.”

“Didn’t you see Chrissy?” She asked again, still typing appointment notes.

He fiddled with his thumbs. He was really hoping she wouldn’t ask questions.

“Yeah I did but…she said he’s sick or something..?”

Robin stopped typing to pull an appointment card out of her deck and started scribbling information on it for the patient.

“He is. Called out really early this morning.”

The long haired man hummed in thought, thinking out loud. “He must be feeling really bad then…”

“Hmm?” She handed the card to the patient and turned around in her chair to face him.

Not realizing he’d spoken aloud, he blushed slightly, “Oh, sorry. I just said… he must be feeling really rough. It’s not usually like him to call out when he’s sick.”

Robin raised an eyebrow, unaware that he was even keeping track of that information, “Uhh yeah I guess. He sounded pretty shit on the phone.”

Eddie bit his lip, not wanting to show too much concern. “Okay. Thanks.” He stood up and walked to his office, pulling the cell phone out of his pocket and sending a text.

Hey, Robin says you’re sick.

Hey Eddie. I’m fine, just a URI or something

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Just” a URI? Of course Steve would say that.

Are you okay though?

No response. He waited several minutes but nothing. He slipped the phone back into his pocket and decided to continue about his day as normal.

When lunch came around, he peeked at his phone again: no new messages. Fuck.

“Hey Robin, have you heard anything from Steve?” He asked hesitantly. He already thought she was into him.

“Nope. Not since this morning.” She looked up from her crackers, “Why are you so concerned about him??”

“I’m not!” He said almost too quickly, “I mean… I’m not super concerned. I’m like an average amount of concerned.”

Chrissy and Nancy looked at Robin an chuckled.

“What??” Eddie asked.

“Just. If you’re so worried about your boy, why don’t you just go check on him?” Nancy teased.

Eddie paused for a minute. “Maybe I will.”

“So it’s settled then. Okay.” Robin and Chrissy laughed some more.

“Okay.” Eddie looked away and poked at his lunch.

***

Steve was where he’d been all day - the bed in his small studio apartment. On Sunday morning, he’d confirmed he’d caught a cold. But by Sunday evening, it had turned into something more severe.

It was like he’d gotten hit with the very worst of every cold symptom. His cough had gotten progressively worse, leaving him voiceless. He constantly had to sneeze, but when he tried to blow his nose, it just felt like his sinuses were filled with concrete. He’d been getting small dizzy spells every now and then as well, something he chalked up to the fever that developed overnight.

He knew immediately upon waking up that there was no way he’d be able to make it through his clinic shift today. He’d thankfully been able to call Robin before his cough claimed his voice as collateral damage.

It was almost 6pm. He should probably eat, but all he’d been able to manage was walking to the kitchen to make a mug of tea. Before he could even decide if he wanted to get up again, someone was knocking at his door, making the decision for him.

He winced as the knocks echoed through his small space adding to his headache. Perks of a studio apartment though, was that he didn’t have to walk very far.

He unlocked the door and opened it without thinking, being met with the soft brown eyes he’d been daydreaming about every day for the past several months.

“Brought ya some tea!” The man held up a paper to-go cup.

“Eddie?” He rasped before having to turn to the side and cough harshly into his hoodie.

“Whoa, easy there Harrington!” Eddie stepped closer, putting a hand on the man’s back as coughs continued to come.

The older man winced, hearing the barking and congested quality of Steve’s cough. Finally the brunette straightened out, swallowing painfully.

“So sorry.” He said, barely above a whisper, “Come on in.”

Eddie had been to Steve’s place a handful of times do their rotational “cook nights”. He knew Steve’s place was cozy, poorly heated, and that Steve made a killer chicken parm.

The younger man led the way, rubbing his nose on the back of his jacket sleeve. He sat on the edge of his bed in the space that doubled as the living room.

“Sorry it’s such a m’bess.” Blush flooded Steve’s pale cheeks as he frantically tried to pick up all the tissues from the floor around his bed. “Would be a lot clea’der if I didn’t have to khhh keep…”

He turned away from Eddie, using his hands to pull the collar of the hoodie over his nose.

“H’eKSHhEW! iGh’TCHEW! Hrd’ziEW!”

“Bless you! You sound so-”

“Gross? I k’dow.” Steve mumbled as he reached for the tissues by his bed. “IK’tsch’IEW!”

“I was gonna say sick.” Eddie sat next to Steve on the bed and put an arm around him, frowning. “You sound so sick.”

Steve tried blowing his nose, to no avail. He threw the tissue away in frustration and coughed rather productively into his sleeve.

“I’b so sorry. You did’t come here to watch mbe be gross…”

“First of all,” Eddie grabbed the paper cup that he’d set down earlier and pressed it into Steve’s hands, “drink your tea. And you know damn well I’ve seen grosser things.”

Steve chuckled, stopping to cough lightly before bringing the cup back to his lips.

“Second of all. I came here because I care about you a lot.”

Shit. The words came out faster than he could think them. Maybe he didn’t notice??

Steve looked up from his tea with glassy, puppy eyes. “What?”

Shit. He definitely heard.

“I mean… I just meant…” he was flustered now. He didn’t mean to say that, “What I meant to say was-”

Steve smiled and put a hand on Eddie’s chest to stop him from rambling.

“I care about you a lot too.” The younger man looked into Eddie’s eyes, heart thumping out of his way too congested chest.

Eddie tried to hold the gaze, but his eyes flickered down towards Steve’s lips (only for a second!). When he shifted his gaze back up, Steve was leaning in.

The older man reached out with a hand, caressing Steve’s jawline and brushing over his slightly swollen lymph nodes.

Their lips met, soft and warm. After a few seconds, Eddie leaned back realizing Steve probably couldn’t breathe out of his nose.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have kissed you that totally crosses a line!!” Steve was the one to be frantic now, eyes darting around the room. “And AESSHhiew! and I probably got you sick and .. and …”

“Steve!” Eddie put a hand on Steve’s thigh, “It’s okay. I…liked it. A lot actually.”

The younger man deflated, relieved that he read the signs correctly. He went silent, suddenly overcome by a dizzy spell.

“Okay there Stevie?”

The other man squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, “Yeah, just got lightheaded again…”

“Aww. My poor guy… come here.”

Eddie pulled Steve into a hug and then let themselves lean back until they were cuddling on Steve’s bed. Steve was resting his head on Eddie’s chest when his phone vibrated. He looked quickly.

How you feeling sickie?

“It’s from Robin.” He explained. He quickly typed and sent a reply and then silenced his phone, resuming his cuddle session with Eddie.

Feeling a lot better now

***

Friday

Eddie say at his desk, pressing a finger to his temple, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. This sinus headache had been building for the last twelve hours and he loathed every second of it.

“ih’NgxxT! IxxTch! NG’tchEW!”

A few muffled, “Bless you, Doctor Rockstar”s came from the back room. So they’d heard him despite his efforts. Great.

He pulled a tissue, sighing as he realized that was the last one. He blew his nose and then stood up with the empty box, making his way to the back.

Steve was typing notes into a digital chart while Robin and Nancy were discussing one of the patients who just left. Eddie entered the room, nose red and lips parted.

“Do we have snF an’dymore tissues? I ran out a’d… H’iGTsch’EW! Heh’KSHh iKSHHh! SnFF H’eGKT’chEW!!”

“Bless you! Try the left cabinet up top.” Nancy pointed.

Eddie opened it, sleeve pressed firmly to his nose as he opened the box and plucked a couple. He turned to the side, gurgling into them.

“Gross dude come on.” Robin complained. “You’re lucky Billy isn’t here today…”

Nancy stopped what she was doing and turned to really look at Eddie.

“Are you feeling okay? You sound like Steve did earlier this week.”

Nancy had meant nothing by it, but Robin whipped her head around and gasped loudly.

“NO!!” She shouted accusingly, “NO YOU DID NOT!”

Nancy, confused at first, finally caught onto what Robin was implying. “Oh my god guys, really?!”

Steve shot Eddie a look and then glued his eyes back to his computer screen, turning bright red. Eddie’s cheeks and the tips of his ears matched the crimson as he shrugged lightly, not looking at them.

“OH! MY! GOD! They’re finally together.” Robin stated matter-of-factly, high giving Nancy across the table.

“You guys are dumb.” Eddie turned around to go back to his office, holding the fresh box above his head, “Thanks for the tissues!” He called over his shoulder.

Robin cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled back, “Have fun with Steve’s URI!! Heard it’s a real doozy!”

Steve whacked her with a chart and shook his head, the girls laughing in excitement.

As he sat there writing his appointment notes, a guilty smile crept across his face. ‘They’re finally together!’ He was dating Eddie Munson.

[hxney-lemcn]

No One Like You — Hunter x gn! reader

Summery: Reader just wanted to spend lunch with Hunter, only for their school to be hijacked by the Emperor's coven.

tw: Spoilers for season 2 episode 18. Mentions of injury (not graphic).

wc: 3.6k

Chapter Thirteen

Master List | Chapter One

I walked into the lunch room and got in line. It…didn’t look the most appetizing, but I ignored the way my stomach churned at the sight. Maybe I won’t eat lunch. 

“Hey (y/n)!” I heard Gus shout. Shoot, I was almost out of the cafeteria too. I turned around to see Gus waving at me. “Wanna join me for lunch?” I clutched my lunch tray a little tighter as I felt bad for what I was about to say.

“Sorry Gus, maybe next time,” I smiled sheepishly. “I already told someone else I’d eat with them.” 

I decided to ride my staff to the Paranoratorium since it was high up. But I heard a familiar chirp. Glancing back my eyes widened as Flapjack, as Hunter corrected me once, was flying behind me. I slowed down so it could perch on my shoulder, though holding food in one hand was already making this feat tough. Aaaaand then I noticed Gus on his staff flying right towards us. Which made me quickly take off and enter the Paranoratorium. 

When I entered, Hunter came out of his hiding spot and smiled at me. Only for it to turn into a frown when Gus exclaimed, “What are you doing here, Golden Guard? (Y/n) Why…”

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” Hunter replied mysteriously, stepping in front of me. I covered my face and laughed, which made them both glare at me and I tried to cover with a fake cough. Looking back at Gus, Hunter continued, “But rest assured, Gus, I-”

The sound of Hunter's stuff rustled in the background. I had him bring some books and gave him some snacks to keep him occupied as I was in class. But…it gave off the impression that Hunter was living here. Hunter widened his stance to hide the mess and blushed a bright red. How cute. 

“I’ll ask you one more time,” Gus stated. “What are you doing here, Hunter?”

I rolled my eyes at this dramatic encounter and nudged Hunter in the ribs lightly. Hunter huffed at me and Flapjack came to my rescue and started to yank at his little lock of hair that rested on his forehead. 

“Ow, ow, ow, ow okay fine!” Hunter exclaimed in defeat. “Truth is, my living situation has been compromised. Maybe. And I didn’t want to be left alone at (n/n)’s house. Possibly. So I’m here to wait for them to be finished with…school.”

“How…vague of you,” Gus trailed off. “Do you know where Luz is by any chance?”

“She’s not with Eda?” I asked in concern. 

“Students, please join me in the gym for an important announcement,” Principle Bump spoke over the speaker. 

“I’m not sure what you’re going through,” Gus said suspiciously. “But that much Hex mix can’t be good for your stomach.” Gus summoned his lunch box and handed him an apple. Looking back at the nest Hunter had created, I did notice a ton of Hex Mix that I did not give him. 

Gus ran off, and before I followed him I turned to Hunter, “Where did you even get all that Hex Mix?”

Hunter shrugged, looking to the side sheepishly. With a slight chuckle and shake of my head, I kissed Hunter’s cheek as a parting before following after Gus. 

“Students, teachers, let me introduce you to the esteemed-” The man next to Principle Bump cut him off, “Please, Principle Bump, I deserve no accolades.” Taking his hood down, he revealed to be…someone. “Hello everyone,” He spoke out to us. “My name is Adrian Graye. Head witch of the illusionist coven.” Everyone gasped as we looked around. He continued, “Unfortunately, I’m not here with good news. The Emperor's coven has plans to stop multitrack studies by inducting every Hexside student into a coven before the day of unity.” 

My mind went back to the night Hunter came to my door, how he explained that the day of unity was basically doomsday. I clutched my hands, unease at this situation filling me. Students shouted in shock. 

“Don’t worry,” Principle Bump smiled nervously. “No one's magic is going to be sealed away. Head witch Graye supports us, and has come to help.” “Before any coven scouts come by,” Graye started to explain. “I’m going to make illusions of sigils on your wrists. They’ll be temporary and harmless.”

I watched with dread as Edric, Amity’s older brother, was escorted to stage.

“Woa, woa, woa,” Edric said anxiously. “Wait, wait. I just started the other tracks. Are you sure this is safe?”

“Don’t worry,” Graye said in a calm tone. “Once a scout sees the fake sigil, they’ll move on and you can continue your studies in peace.” Gently taking Edric’s arm, he started to cast a teal blue magic circle, beginning to place his hand down.

“Stop!” Gus shouted from beside me. Everyone parted as we looked at Gus in confusion. “Don’t trust him! He’s hiding behind an illusion!” Then Gus casted a spell that revealed a coven scout instead of Adrian Graye. 

The teachers stood in front of Edric as they prepared to defend us.

“Cut,” An annoyed voice sounded out. Soon scouts popped out of nowhere, surrounding us. “All right. Couple of notes.” The actual head witch of the illusion coven walked around and proceeded to give notes to the scouts…like they were actors. Suddenly, Graye teleported and grabbed Gus’ wrist. “And you…well you just ruined any chance we had of making this something.” “You were gonna trick us into getting sigils!” Gus shouted, trying to free his wrist as Graye got the glove that brands sigils. 

“Uh, yeah,” Graye responded like he was stupid. “I work for Belos. Kind of my job.But let's make sure you can never use your little illusion tricks again. Shall we?” I noticed that he made the sigil the abomination coven.

“No! Stay back!” Gus shouted, as Grayes hand lowered further down. “I said stay back!” Suddenly the room started shifting into different places, and I stepped back in confusion and fear. I looked around, and saw a scout run towards me. Suddenly someone grabbed my arm and started running the other way. Looking up I saw Hunter as we went into another place and I grabbed Gus from Graye. We kept running until Hunter ran into a wall, causing Gus and I to fall behind him. 

“Why are we here?” Hunter asked. Looking around, I noticed we were in an alley in Bonesborough. “Woah Gus!”

Looking to my right I gasped as I noticed Gus’ left eye was glowing neon blue, “Is your eye okay?”

Rubbing his eye Gus spoke in awe, “My spell, it's still active!”

“Well,” Hunter said standing up, helping me stand up as well. “You’re a witch, unspell it.” 

“No!” Gus cried out in frustration. “I don’t know how! I’ve never made one this big before.”

“Well, if we’re still in Hexside, we should find a teacher,” Hunter concluded. “Maybe, they’ll know how to help.”

Hunter started to lead us down the hall, one hand on the wall as I checked my scroll.

“Hey, Amity texted me that everyone is meeting in the healing homeroom,” I spoke up. “Let’s head over there.” They nodded as we continued walking. 

“Hunter, why’d you save me back there?” Gus questioned. “From getting a sigil? Don’t those guys work for you?” I looked towards Hunter in concern, knowing this might hit a sore spot.

“I owed you,” He simply stated. “For the food.” Coming up to some stairs, Hunter contemplated if they were real steps or not…only to fall down.

“Hunter!” I exclaimed, rushing down the steps, but being careful as to not fall. 

“Real steps,” I heard him groan, as I checked over him for any injuries. Even though I’m only in the beast keeping track, Viney taught me some simple healing spells in case I found myself hurt. 

“Dummy,” I scolded lightly, pinching his ear before helping him up. 

“When we first met, you were trying to trick (n/n) and I into joining a coven,” Gus explained, confused. “And now, you’re helping us stay away from one, cause of an apple?”

“It was a good apple,” Hunter grumbled, walking past us. 

“No apple is that good,” Gus countered. “Come on. If we wanna find a way through this, we need to trust each other. What’s going on with you?” 

Hunter stopped walking and glanced at me. I nodded, and he then glanced at Gus, “I…”

“Hey!” Snapping my head forward, I stood defensively with my staff as a scout spotted us. “It’s the kid!” Hunter was on the same page as he quickly started fighting them. They quickly caught him in abomination goo and Gus and I ran to save him, only for the other scout to capture us in vines. 

“Wait,” The scout that caught Hunter questioned. “Aren’t you the Golden Guard?”

“Seriously?” The other one questioned. “Dude. What the heck? We’re on the same side!”

“Our deepest apologies sir,” The scout said, releasing Hunter. “The Emperor sent out a search party for you. He’s been worried sick!” I started to struggle against the vines, summon a beast, something. But my hands were bound tightly. 

“You don’t say,” Hunter replied, his voice cracked slightly. Flapjack started to peck at the vines that restrained Gus and I.

“I’d be honored to escort you back to the castle sir,” The scout responded. “I’m sure the Emperor would be thrilled to know you’re okay. Say…why aren’t you in uniform?”

Gus created a fire glyph and shot it at the scouts, and we made it out of the vines. 

“Follow me!” Gus shouted, leading us. I grabbed Hunter’s hand and followed after him. We turned  a corner, and what looked to be a dead end ended up leading us to a new scene. It was a bedroom that I assumed to be Gus’. 

Hunter let go of my hand and stumbled forward, hyperventilating and sat down, “Oh, Titan! He’s looking for me! He’ll know I’m here! I gotta run, I gotta hide! I-I gotta-”

Gus and I sat on both sides of Hunter, I placed my arm around his shoulders. He looked up at me, then to Gus as Gus started speaking.

“Hey, try to breathe,” Gus said calmly. “Like this.” Gus showed him a similar technique I used with Hunter before, and his breathing slowly evened out. “Did you run away from the Emperor’s coven?” Gus asked, causing Hunter to lean further into my embrace for support. Hunter nodded and Gus asked why. 

Hunter looked towards him, opened his mouth like he was going to talk, before huffing and turning his head into my side. I sighed slightly, rubbing his arm. 

“Not too long ago,” Gus started. “When I showed a little talent and started taking more advanced classes, it always felt like anyone who wanted to be my friend had an ulterior motive. Until I met Willow! And eventually Luz, (y/n), and some others.” Hunter looked back at Gus when he mentioned my name, and Gus stood up and walked towards photos on his wall. “So yeah, not everybody’s great,” Gus stated. “But not everyone’s bad either, you know? For what it's worth,  you can trust me. I promise not to mess with you.”

“That’s not worth anything,” Hunter glared. “Stop acting foolish.”

“Alright tough guy,” Gus gave up. “Let's keep moving then.” 

“You can trust him Hunter,” I whispered as we followed Gus. “I’ve been friends with him for a while now. That is if you think my opinions are worth anything.” 

“Of course they are,” Hunter whispered back. “Y…you’re the first person who’s been so kind to me. A-and you are my partner after all.” 

I flushed slightly and held his hand, “Then consider trusting Gus, you do need more friends than just me after all.”

Hunter looked away and grumbled. I chuckled at his reaction. We walked through a forest for a bit before we stumbled into what looked to be the school.

“Is this real?” I questioned, looking around. Gus touched a bubbler and got gum on his hand. Ew.

“Yes!” Gus exclaimed. “Yeah, we made it through the illusion. High five!” Gus held his hand up and I raised mine. Gus high fived me and then slowly Hunter raised his hand and Gus high fived him too. 

Hunter looked down at his hand and glanced at me as well. Hearing a gasp, I looked at the end of the hall to see Willow. 

“Willow!” Gus exclaimed, running towards her. “You’re okay!” 

“Agustus!” Willow exclaimed back, holding his shoulders, and I already felt like something was off. She always called him Gus… “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Hunter and I walked up to them and Willow stepped back defensively, “Whoah. What is he doing here?” And that was the nail in the coffin, this wasn’t Willow. She wouldn’t have been so defensive. 

“Oh,” Gus said, turning towards us. “Don’t worry, it’s cool. He helped me escape from Graye.” Then whispering something we couldn’t hear. 

“Interesting,” ‘Willow’ replied with squinted eyes. “Anyway, let’s find the other students before these illusions get any more…ahhhh.”

“Gus wait!” I shouted, hopping on my staff and flying in front of them. “This isn’t Willow.” Hunter teleported by my side, holding his staff up towards the fake Willow. 

“What are you doing?” Gus asked, stepping in front of Willow. “How is this not Willow?”

“That’s not the captain,” Hunter said with a glare.

“You’re scaring me guys,” ‘Willow’ replied in a high pitched tone. 

“Have you ever seen her play flyer derby?” Hunter asked plainly. “There’s no way she’d be afraid of us.” Gus slowly backed up towards us, staring at ‘Willow’ in realization. 

“Oh!” That oh so annoying voice chimed out. “Again? Cut!” ‘Willow’ transformed into a tall scout as Graye started to vent to the scout about needing to act better. Then he looked at us, “And you three…are making my job very difficult.”

Hunter grabbed my hand and I grabbed Gus’ as Hunter led the chase. But we didn’t get far as the figure of Emperor Belos cut us off. I gasped out in shock, I saw pictures of him, but he was more terrifying up close. Hunter hesitated which led Gus being ripped from my grasp as Graye kicked me, knocking me down. And since Hunter was in front of me, I knocked him down with me, and I felt like I was in a sandwich as Graye stepped on my back, and Hunter was trapped underneath me. 

“I command you to stop!” Hunter shouted at the scouts.

“Technically, he is our superior,” One scout said as they stopped. 

“Well, right now he’s just a run away,” Graye countered. “And our dearest Emperor wants him back, so tie him up.”

“What about the other one?” The other scout asked, pointing at me. 

“I don’t know,” Graye drawled out. “The conformatorium? Just get rid of them.”

One scout grabbed me, holding my arms to my side. The other two each grabbed Hunter, only Hunter managed to fight back. Except the bigger one held him down and said, “Just put him-”

“Out of his misery? Got it.” The other one asked, already starting to cast a spell. I struggled when hearing that, only for them to hold me tighter which hurt. 

“To sleep dude!” The other guard emphasized. “To sleep.”

“Oh, yeah right,” The smaller one nodded. And used music to put him to sleep. His body went limp and Graye left with Gus. I felt helpless and I struggled again. 

“Let me go!” I exclaimed, kicking the scout holding me in the shin. They yanked me harshly as they started walking. “Hunter, wake up!” The scouts laughed and frustration rushed through me. Suddenly vines shot out of the ground and the guards got held up. Then I saw Viney and Skara subdue the scouts. I rushed to Hunter’s limp body as Willow approached. 

“(Y/n)!” She exclaimed, rushing towards me. “Is that really you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, starting to pick up Hunter. “Luz thought she had snakes for arms when she caught the common cold.”

Willow sent me a small smile, “C’mon, everyone is in the healing homeroom.”

“Amity texted me that,” I nodded, following after Willow. Once we got to the room I noticed that there were more kids here than I expected. And they were all pretty banged up. I set Hunter down on a cot that was available and frowned. 

“(N/n)!” I heard someone shout, turning around, Iris pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

Hugging Iris back I replied, “I’m glad you’re okay too! Is Damek okay?” I pulled away and looked around. 

“Yeah,” Iris said, pulling me with her. We stood in front of Damek who was currently being healed. 

“Damek!” I exclaimed, kneeling next to him. “I’m glad you’re not seriously injured.”

“Me too,” He grumbled. “Why’d they choose to make the school a war zone?”

“This-” I heard Hunter say from behind me. I turned around as he looked around in fear. “This is all an illusion! (Y/n)! Gus are you-” Hunter got cut off as he tripped and fell down. I looked back at Iris and Damek and they both stared at me with smug grins and nodded. I smiled back and made my way back towards Hunter. “This isn’t an illusion,” Skara said. “You’re in the healing homeroom.”

“Well, Mr. Golden Guard,” Principle bump said with a frown, making his way towards Hunter. 

Hunter looked down as he stood back up, “Hunter.”

“We saw you being dragged around along with Mx. (l/n), and the flyer derby team was determined to save you both. But I am not yet convinced of your innocence. Where have your scouts taken Augustus?”

The other students looked at Hunter wearily as they mentioned their distrust. Hunter looked around then at me with sad eyes, and tried to defend himself.

“I’m not with them,” He said. “I swear! I was with Gus and (y/n) the whole time. We were trying to get him to you.”

“Maybe we can trade him for Augustus,” The illusionist teacher spoke to the principal. “I’m sure the Emperor would want him back.”

“He’s not lying,” I spoke up, standing next to him defensively. “We were all trying to find you.”

“Y-yeah!” Hunter nodded. “There was an apple, he showed me this breathing thing. Please! You gotta believe me! (Y/n)’s even vouching for me!”

“They’re telling the truth,” Willow said, standing next to us. “And he can help us drive Head Witch Graye and his scouts out of the school.” “Yes!” Hunter agreed. “Um, Graye said he’ll be in the gym. But he will be guarded.” “That won’t be a problem,” Amity spoke, standing up. “Willow can bust through anything.”

“Yeah,” Willow agreed. “But I’ll need help.”

“Say no more,” A kid I didn’t recognize said. “I’m not it.” He really can’t read the room can he. 

“Let’s just come up with a plan,” Principle Bump groaned.

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Principal Bump tried to get through with asking, but the scouts didn’t care. So, we attacked. 

Everyone worked together in taking the scouts down. I cast a spell to give me the paws of a Vox. A creature that was notorious for its sharp claws. I slashed at scouts that came near me. Suddenly I was tripped and a scout stood over me, but Hunter teleported behind them and hit them with his staff. He helped me stand up, careful of the claws that adorned my hands. He looked at them in aw until I swiped at a scout that got close to us. 

Pulling away, Hunter nodded at me before continuing to fight. The fighting came to an end pretty quickly honestly. Amity and Willow taking down the captain. Then Hunter, Willow, and Amity all rushed into the gym. I went to follow them, but was stopped by Viney.

“(Y/n)!” She exclaimed, holding my arm gently. “Let me heal you, first.” I didn’t even notice the gash that was on said arm Viney was holding. I stayed still as Viney put a healing circle to my arm.

Then giant steps were heard and I looked around, only to see an abomiton. Before I could warn anyone it already had Viney and I, restrained. It made quick work with the other students as well and made its way into the gym. I felt helpless as I could only hear the fighting in the other room. But I had faith in them. I knew they’d win. 

After a long time, Amity and Willow came out and helped everyone. I ran into the gym and saw Hunter and Gus in a blue forcefield. It dispersed and Gus and Hunter came out. Willow hugged Gus and I ran to hug Hunter. Hunter looked flustered as he hugged me back gently. Willow and Gus joined us as we had a giant group hug. 

The students of Hex Side stood proudly in front of the school as the coven scouts had to drag Graye onto their ship. We cheered as they left and everyone dispersed. Hunter and I walked forward, getting ready to go back to my house. 

“I can’t believe you took down a coven head,” Amity said, impressed to Gus. 

“Yeah,” Gus agreed. “And I almost went down with him.”

“Is Graye going to be alright?” Hunter asked. 

“Uh…” Gus trailed off. “Probably?” They laughed together and I smiled at the scene.

“Hunter!” Skara shouted, gaining our attention. “What’s going on at the castle?”

“Did you actually leave the Emperor’s coven?” Viney asked.

“Have you ever sneezed with your mask on?” Edric asked. Hunter looked back at Gus and I and smiled sheepishly.

Taking in a deep breath he replied, “Everyone in the castle is traveling to the Head for the day of Unity. I think I did. Yes?”

“That’s gross man,” Edric said with a judging stare. 

“Listen,” Hunter started. “Emperor Belos has been lying to everyone. The day of Unity isn’t about the Titan or magic. It’s much scarier than that. Sorry, there’s a lot to explain.”

“Then you’d better get started,” Principle Bump said seriously.

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Dad!Wong with Avenger Reader and Shangqi (this could be long I’m so sorry🌝)

- Reader asks Shangqi for a last minute date. But Reader doesn’t know that Wong already asked Shangqi for a “man-to-man” meetup

- So Shangqi being the fool that he is sometimes, makes up an excuse that he has a stealth mission with Wong assigned by the Avengers.

- The two men go a little too far on their heart to heart talk and they end up being drunk and then they “hijack” a busker who’s more than thrilled to have two Avengers. They end up singing Celine Dion’s “Ashes” (or whatever song choice is apt). In the modern day of phones and whatnot, reader sees this streamed live back home.

- Needless to say when the two men wake up, reader is not pleased😂

Heart-to-Heart

Pairing: Xu Shangqi x !Avenger f. reader

Genre: fluff + crack + sorta smut

Warnings: preludes to smut, implied smut at end, Daddy kink, cockblocking, mentions of The Rings being used inappropriately, lying, Shangqi having little brain moment, banter, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2.7k

Notes: Again, my hand slipped bc I’ve been itching to write !Dad Wong with !Avenger reader and Shangqi. It’s steamier than I wanted it to be but are we surprised? Like it’s me 💀 it’s also dialogue heavy which I’m not used to writing so I hope it’s not too much lol. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

One night, you invited Shangqi to the Sanctum because Wong and Strange were in Kamar-Taj training America Chavez. You figured it would be the perfect opportunity to have alone time with Shangqi without having to worry about the other Avengers. One thing led to another and you were sprawled out on the table in the middle of the library with Shangqi on top of you.

“Oh man, this feels dirty,” he stammered. You looked up at him quizzically. “It’s just…this is where I met Wong.”

“You know,” your hands snaked under his shirt, feeling his abs. “This is also where you met me. You took my breath away and I almost forgot my own name.”

Shangqi smirked, letting you take his shirt off. “Well, I can make it so then my name is the only thing you remember.” He feverishly kissed you, hiking up the skirt of your dress. You were so engulfed in your lust, you didn’t hear the sound of a portal opening. 

“Mmm, yes, Daddy,” you moaned as Shangqi attached his lips to your neck, groping your butt in the process.

“Daddy?!” The sound of your father’s voice bellowed. You turned around to see Wong, Strange, and America standing in front of a disappearing portal from Kamar-Taj. An audible gasp, laced with fear and embarrassment, escaped your lips as the new arrivals stood there in shock. Shangqi leaped off you, grabbing his shirt off the ground and hiding behind it. Strange raised his eyebrows in disturbance, immediately shielding America’s eyes from the scene too inappropriate for her to witness.    

Your voice shook as all the emotions flooded through your body. “What are you…but you…how-“

“Thought America could take a break from training and we could see if you two were interested in taking her around San Francisco,” Wong began. His gaze shifted to your boyfriend who managed to put his shirt back on amongst the commotion. “I tried to call you both but it appears you were…busy.”

You closed your eyes, breathing to calm yourself down. You wanted to blow up at your dad and Stephen for interrupting your moment with Shangqi. Yet, you knew it wouldn’t be fair to them. Plus, you didn’t want to fight with them in front of your boyfriend or new friend. By the time you opened your eyes again, everyone stared back at you, including America after Strange lowered his hand from her eyes. You rested your hand on the young Avenger’s shoulder. 

“I’m truly sorry you had to see that, kiddo.” 

“Don’t worry,” America chirped. “It wasn’t as traumatizing as Wanda trying to kill me that one time-“

“O-okay, I hear you, but thank you.” You heard Shangqi snicker behind you but chose to ignore him because you still wanted to finish what you started.

Later that night, while you and America shared a bowl of ice cream, Wong pulled Shangqi aside. Shangqi kept a distance between himself and Wong, anticipating to get slapped upside the head. 

“Shangqi, I’m not gonna hit you. Why do you always assume I’m going to hit you when I want to talk to you?” Wong shook his head as Shangqi sighed in relief. “I wanted to say sorry for barging in on you all. I should’ve assumed you were both busy when you weren’t answering any of my calls.”

“Oh, it’s no big deal. If anything I should apologize for…umm…you know. In the middle of…where you keep the sacred texts-“

“Alright that’s enough! All is forgiven. Anyways, I was gonna ask if I could make it up to you by us having some bonding time. You know, man-to-man.”

Shangqi looked over at you giggling with America. “What about-“

“Oh, I’ll take care of her. I have a feeling she’s mad at me and Strange right now so I’ll give her some space. Plus, she is really bonding with America. They both lost their families and they…” Wong didn’t need to finish his sentence for Shangqi to understand what he was referring to. Shangqi agreed to hanging out with Wong before the older man retreated to bed.

“So what exactly is this mission you and my dad are going on that is making you miss the movie I have been waiting to see for months with you?” You called from inside Shangqi’s bathroom. 

“Oh yeah, that mission,” Shangqi hollered back, pressing his hand on his knee to prevent his nervous bouncing. “It’s just a stealth mission. Sam told me if I didn’t take the assignment, he would tell everyone about how we use the rings during sex.” You stormed out of the bathroom, removing the earrings you just put on.

“Seriously?! What are you guys, 12 years old?” You huffed in annoyance, unaware of the white lies your boyfriend just told you. “I’m gonna go up there and give him a piece of my mind.” As you were about to march out of Shangqi’s room, his hand clasped around your wrist. 

“No!” He yelled in panic, causing you to jump. He lowered his voice, “I’m just as upset as you about this assignment. Trust me, I would love to see that movie with you, but duty calls. At least you have America to go to the movies with you. Just please don’t talk to Sam, okay?” You sighed and nodded your head.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Shangqi pulled you into his warm embrace, hands planted firmly on your hips. He pecked your forehead, causing you to melt against his touch. 

“Yeah? How so?”

Shangqi bit his lip, peering into your eyes. “Oh, ho, I can think of so many ways to make it up to you.” Before Shangqi could continue, his phone buzzed. Your lips zipped into a tight line as your boyfriend checked the text message sent from Wong. He gave you his melancholy eyes that always signaled that he had to leave. 

“Don’t wait up for me tonight. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” Once you nodded, he pressed a long kiss to your glossy lips. “I love you, Princess.”

“Love you too.” You watched Shangqi exit his room before you continued to get ready for your now girl date with America.

Wong and Shangqi arrived at the same karaoke bar they crashed with Katy. One of the workers became star-struck after recognizing the two men, and kicked a party of five out of the main karaoke room to accommodate them. Shangqi was about to order shots of vodka but Wong pulled out two flasks from his sleeves. Your beau laughed, taking the flask from your dad before taking a swig. 

After singing two random songs from the list, Shangqi and Wong ordered nachos that were obviously preheated before receiving them. They cringed at the taste of the salty chips and questionable cheese, yet they shrugged their shoulders and continued eating. Then, they downed the rest of the liquid in the flask to drown out the horrid nacho flavor. This only led them to order two bottles of soju and sing songs that were older than you and Shangqi. 

“Hey, Wong,” Shangqi blurted after finishing ‘Baby’ by Justin Bieber. Wong grunted drunkenly, slowly turning his head towards Shangqi and sipping the last drop of soju. “I am so glad I decided not to go home when you recruited me and Katy into The Avengers. I have made some pretty dumb decisions in the past, but for once I made one that turned into something good.”

As Shangqi finished his bottle, Wong leaned his head back against the couch. “Why do you say that?” Despite Shangqi being drunk, he was crystal clear about one thing: his love for you.

“It led to us getting so drunk we had to take you back to the Sanctum,” Shangqi giggled, reminiscing that night. “Then, I met your daughter. Oh my gosh, she was so beautiful! I was so excited to meet another Avenger and even more excited that she let me give my number to her. But I was also super nervous and shy around her. I thought I was going to throw up the same way you did that night. I never felt what I feel for her.”

Wong smiled. Listening to the way he talked about you reminded him of how giddy you would get when you and Shangqi first started talking. He knew since the beginning how crazy you both were for one another. He doesn’t take pride in many things, but he was proud of bringing you two together. 

“I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you for making me an Avenger. I’ve never been as happy as I am now and I really owe that all to you.” Shangqi teared up, hugging Wong to hide his watery eyes. “I love you.” Wong was taken aback by your boyfriend’s words. It felt as if Shangqi was pulling the strings in his heart. The last time he felt that way was when he adopted you. Wong reciprocated the hug, patting him firmly on the back.

“Love you, too. You’re like a son to me.” His gentle expression turned serious in the blink of an eye. “I better not see any more funny business between you and my daughter in the library. And I’d rather not know that she calls you ‘Daddy’ so leave all of that back at the Avengers compound.” Shangqi gulped and nodded meekly. Suddenly, Wong laughed out of nowhere and Shangqi awkwardly joined in the laughter.

A moment later, Wong pulled away to grab the microphone and dialed the code to the classic ‘Lean on Me’. As the song started playing, Shangqi mindlessly grabbed his phone, opening the Instagram app. Before his vision became blurry from the alcohol, he started a live video, displaying his and Wong’s shenanigans that were not meant for you to see.

Meanwhile, you walked out of the movie theater with America, feeling a sense of satisfaction. The movie was even better than you expected and you were excited to text Shangqi about how amazing it was. You turned on your phone to a notification that Shangqi had started a live video an hour ago. Why in the world would Shangqi go live on Instagram, let alone be on social media, if he was on a mission? Things were not adding up and you wanted to get to the bottom of it. 

You clicked on the notification, only to find the Instagram live had already ended. You took a screenshot and texted it to Shangqi, writing in all caps:

WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THIS MISSION THAT MADE YOU GO LIVE ON INSTAGRAM???

“Is everything okay?” America asked, tapping your arm. You flinched at her touch.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I need to call Sam real quick.” Sure, you promised Shangqi that you wouldn’t talk to Same about his ‘mission’, but you wanted answers. You dialed Sam’s number, waiting for him to answer. Once you heard his voice on the other line, you felt your blood boiling. 

“What fuckin mission did you send my dad and boyfriend on that he had to drop our movie date AND go on Instagram live for? Also, you really gonna use me and Shangqi’s sex life against him so you can get him to do your dirty work? Beside, how the hell do you even know that we use the rings in bed? Whatever kind of childish shit you’re up to ends now!”

There was a moment of silence before you heard Sam burst into laughter through the phone. If you weren’t pissed already, now you were. 

“First of all, I honestly have no idea what you are talking about. But tell me more about how you and Shangqi use those rings in bed. We all know y’all are freaks, but…wow. That’s a new one.” As the captain’s chuckles persisted, you came to the realization that everything Shangqi told you was a lie. Then, it hit you that you had just outed one of your biggest secrets to your teammate. Make that teammates, considering America was right in front of you while conversing with Sam. You wanted to scream and punch something, but you held it together.

“I’m kidding, please don’t share that information with me.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Anyways, I did not send Shangqi or Wong on any mission. If you think I sent them to go to karaoke and get wasted, I don’t know what to tell you. If it were on my terms, I would have joined them. By the way, Shangqi is a really good singer, even when drunk.” 

All you could do was shake you head as Sam spoke. He sent you their location, which caused you to shake your head even more. Of course, it was the same karaoke bar they went to the night you met Shangqi. 

“Thanks, Cap! You have been a huge help. Also, let’s never speak of me and Shangqi with the rings, alright?” Sam agreed and you both ended the call. America looked away, pretending she did not hear the conversation with you and Sam. 

“Well, America, I hope you don’t have a bed time because we’re gonna make a pit stop in San Francisco.” America beamed with excitement as you focused on creating a portal to Shangqi and Wong. The teen suddenly twirled her fingers together. 

“So, what was that all about with you and Shangqi’s rings?” 

God damnit.

“I’ll tell you when you’re 30.” 

The portal to the karaoke bar opened and you and America stepped through it. When you entered the karaoke room, you were surprised at what you found. Both Shangqi and Wong were asleep, with Shangqi’s head leaned against Wong’s shoulder. You wanted to be angry with them for lying to you and hanging out behind your back. Yet, they looked so adorable, you couldn’t help but snap a photo of them with your phone. They jolted awake, unbothered by the fact that they fell asleep on each other. When they met your glaring face, they knew they were in for it.

“Don’t talk, let’s go home.”

“I’m sorry, Princess, I really am,” Shangqi slurred. You were back at the Sanctum after having to drag your drunk dad to his room. Shangqi followed you to your room like a puppy that just got yelled at for chasing birds. He laid his head in your lap as you sat at the edge of your bed.  

“Why didn’t you just tell me the truth? You know I ended up outting myself to Sam about us and the rings because I was under the impression he found out about that.”

“I don’t know. If you haven’t figured it out already, your boyfriend is an idiot.” His tone of voice and sad demeanor was genuine. You ran your fingers through his hair as he pouted in your lap. 

“Don’t say that about yourself. I know you’re sorry, and I forgive you. Now it’s your turn to forgive yourself.” 

“I just feel bad, you know.” Shangqi changed the subject. “Your dad and I really bonded tonight over you. I told him about how I always made dumb decisions in the past, but the one decision that wasn’t dumb was impulsively going to karaoke with Katy and him because I ended up meeting you. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Princess, and I’m sorry if I made you feel less than that tonight.” 

Interlacing your fingers with Shangqi’s, you lifted his hand up to your mouth. You softly kissed the top of his hand before pulling it to your chest. “Oh, you know I can’t stay mad at you. Especially after all that. I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you too, Princess.” Hearing you call him Daddy reminded him of what Wong said to him earlier. “I should also mention this, but I don’t think your dad is a fan of you calling me Daddy.” 

You slapped your palm against your forehead. “Well good thing I learned a spell that makes our walls soundproof.” You waved your hand in the air as the walls glimmered a golden yellow. Shangqi stared at you in bewilderment as the magic permeated the room. 

“I think I also remember you saying something about how you would make it up to me for hanging out with my father instead of me.” 

Shangqi smirked, “Right, where was I?” He pushed you flat on the bed and climbed on top of you. The rest of the night consisted of him proving his love and devotion to you.

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Do you find that planetary hours or moon phases affect spells even when you don't include them into that specific working whatsoever?

The family cat went missing and I'm worried sick because she's scared of everything and she literally couldn't win a fight with another cat or a dog to save her life.

So I did a spell for her to return home with the aid of mercury ignoring the waning moon... Now I'm worried twice because if the moon actually did influence the spell, it's gonna backfire and... idk, I'm sorry for this ask, I'm just really really worried... If there's anything I can do to make sure she's finding her way home safe, please, please let me know. Thank you for your time.

Please do not worry :) Good for you for trying something out for your cat's best interest!

This post shares a lot of my beliefs about how any moon phase can be used for any spell. A waning moon, for example, could be timed to minimize and reduce the time your cat is away.

I think correspondence lists that say "waning moon is for banishing" are incredibly over-simplified. You can banish debt, loneliness, or being lost too!

HOWEVER

While I personally believe that timing always affects things, certain astrological timings aren't going to hijack your spell and somehow reverse it or make it fail on purpose.

Planetary powers and lunar phases are not waiting to bitchslap our spells into oblivion because we dare cast a "come home kitty" spell on a waning moon.

The effects of astrological timing can also be extremely subtle, and in my experience mostly influence how manifestation occurs.

I've never cast a spell for a lost pet, so I'm really just spitballing here, but this is what I mean:

I cast the spell during the day/hour of Mercury on a full moon - the way is lit up for my cat to come home like a moonlit path.

I cast the spell during the day/Hour of Mercury on a new moon - whatever is distracting the cat from finding her way home disappears.

As an additional example:

I cast the spell during the day of Jupiter and the hour of Mars on a full moon - a kind stranger sees my cat and feels protective, picks her up and posts an image in a local petfinder group so I can find her.

I cast the spell during the day of Jupiter and the hour of Mars on a new moon - my cat becomes angry and scratches her new "owners," they let her out, and she decides to come back to me instead.

So no, casting a "come home" spell on a moon phase that tumblr says is "for banishing" is NOT going to make your spell backfire or fail!!

Trust in your magic :) it follows the path of least resistance. Astrological timing are like the roads shifting - which path has the least resistance changes between the days and hours.