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ok so what are some of the changes you would want in the upcoming harry potter hbo series. and since your blog is Harry centric so I'll ask how do you want him to be portrayed in the series ? what traits of him do you think the series makers should shine more light on ?

Okay, I have, like, a list of things I didn't like in the movies and could be improved upon by the show. The list I have here isn't just about things the show could improve, but also things I want to see in the show in general. I think most of my opinions are pretty common, though.

(Also I'm not sure how good the show will be, like, I'm somewhat hopeful, but also very cautious with my expectations. We should start getting casting announcements around in a few months, which could help indicate where this show is going)

Regardless, here's my list of top concerns for the upcoming show:

Harry's character

This is the one you questioned specifically and one that could make or break the show for me. I want Harry's sass and anger, I don't want him to be a self-insert for the audience the way he was in the movies. I want his actual character. The sass, anger, and tenacity that is Harry Potter combined with his kindness, compassion, and sometimes clueless awkwardness. Let him be smart, clever, and talented.

Harry in the books is so much more than "just Expeliarmos" and the fact people could think that about Harry is a legitimate crime against his character the movies committed. Truly character assassination that Harry isn't an exceptional wizard with the world's lowest self-esteem and cheeky attitude.

(Also, for the love of god, give him green eyes, please. Contacts exist for a reason and it'll be a good way to differentiate the new actor from Radcliffe)

2. Ron & Hermione's characters

I could probably just put a "make all characters like in the books" category since this is true for a lot of them.

Specifically for the other two members of the Golden Trio, I want Hermione to have her flaws, and Ron to be smart. He is talented and smart and just as skilled as Harry and Hermione. He isn't the dumb comic relief and I'm so mad the movies made him such. And Hermione isn't a perfect Mary Sue who can do no wrong. Let her put Rita in a jar. Let her show how much she actually appreciates Ron and Harry and their approach to problems, different as it is to hers.

3. Voldemort's everything

I didn't like Voldemort's design, I didn't like his characterization, I didn't like how he spoke, how he walked — none of it felt like Voldemort to me.

I want Voldemort to be scary, not some odd caricature of himself. Give me a Voldemort design that looks scary. Give him the red eyes, and make him look actually skeletal. And let him move elegantly, talk softly. He isn't shouting and throwing tantrums, usually, he is very deliberate in what he says and does.

Also, give him his weird sense of humor. In the books, he makes bad puns ("Wormtail is here to lend a hand"), I like my villains a little campy with bad puns but also terrifying.

4. Dumbledore's everything

Well, honestly, I have no complaints about Dumbledore in the first movie, my problems started after he was recast.

I want Dumbledore to speak softly. I need an actor who could say "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" and make it work. I want an actor who'd smile like he knows things you don't as his eyes fucking twinkle, but could still look intense and even intimidating for the later seasons. I also want him to look whimsical and dress in the most absurd eye-catching robes you've ever seen.

5. On the matter of robes — wizard fashion

I want wizarding fashion. I want long robes, silly hats, colors, and patterns. I want the costume designers on the show to have fun with it. I want them to go wild.

The wizarding world should look whimsical and campy — that's part of the magic. I want it to look like a foreign world. Even the most purebloods of purebloods (like the Blacks) are more like the Addams Family than any serious drama. They have a sense of campiness and whimsy. Let wizards be weird as shit and show it in their dress and interior design (I mean, the Blacks hang house elf heads and have a troll leg umbrella stand, the Ministry of Magic has paper airplanes flying all around, they're weird).

6. About the more filler-y sections of the books

I want all the silly little plots that were removed from the movies. I think some of the more filer-y things add a lot to the books and to the whimsy of being a student at Hogwarts. I want the trio to sneak out Norbert, I want to see Peeves, the deathday party, all of these things that make Hogwarts truly feel like a magic school.

7. Hogwarts Castle

I love the castle of the movies and that of Hogwarts Legacy. Honestly, I think Hogwarts Legacy did a good job of capturing the feeling of the movies castle while making it its own new unique thing. I think the TV show should do something similar and kinda create a Hogwarts castle amalgamation of all previous iterations that would feel familiar and allow them to still use some of the same merchandise but also be new and unique at the same time.

8. Time period

I think this is a pretty common opinion, but I want the muggle clothes and sets to clearly be set in the 1990s. I want the show to be a period piece. I don't want to see smartphones, or modern fashion, or modern cars — none of that.

9. Age-appropriate casting

I'm not the only one who says this, but as great as Allen Rickman was, he was too old for the role. Part of the tragedy of Snape and the Marauders is how young they actually are. I think it'll just be much more heartbreaking if the actors looked as young as they're supposed to be.

(Including James and Lily in the flashbacks!)

10. Worldbuilding & extra scenes

Since it's a TV show and not a book, which opens up more perspective options, I would like to get, maybe, some extended Pottermore facts into the show. Like, to flash out the world in a way the movies didn't.

Additionally, I wouldn't mind if some extra scenes were added to build up characters we don't get as much of in the books and it could serve the plot. Like, as long as the scenes are added in a way which is like 'they might've happened in the books, we just didn't see them cause Harry wasn't there', that sort of thing without subtracting from anything else and without retconning or contradicting anything. Like, with good writers, this could be really well done, I'm just worried about them adding anything because I don't know how much faith I have in the whole project. But it could be cool if done well.

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Adriaen was calmly in his room doing some meditation, he would often find time to meditate if there was an ounce of quiet and peace in the lair which was rare enough as it is.

He felt himself go into a deep state of his mind, but then the sound of breaking bowls and yelling was heard, causing him to wince and open his eyes with a glare. “There goes my sanity.” He uttered to himself, standing up from his bed and making his way out the room. He heads towards the loud noise where he saw Mikey and Donnie having their face covered in noodles with Raph standing behind them.

Behind Raph was a projector of a movie scene from Lou Jitsu. Adriaen never really saw the excitement or amazement of these Lou Jitsu movies that everyone else also loved. It was the same for the Jupiter Jim franchise. "Man, Teriyaki Shakedown always gets me so…jazzed!" Donnie inhales with a dazed mind.

“Yeah, Lou Jitsu’s the business!" Raph pumps his hand in the air, but then a remote goes flying through the air and hits Raph in the face, knocking him down. Adriaen sighs and walks on over to them; he may as well stay.

“Then why do you insult the master with your poor technique?” Splinter scolded before leaping off the chair and spinning in the air, he gets behind his three sons and three them all into the bowls.

“Hot soup!”

Adriaen swiftly moved his head to the side when a stray bowl of noodles was flown in his direction. He then saw how the chair was unoccupied and sat down comfortably.

“Do not worry. Someday you will be great ninjas with a little practice…is something I would say if I were a liar." Splinter commented, making Mikey smile eagerly at his rat father. “That’s nice of you to say, Pop, but I’m tired of practicing." He complains which of course automatically had Raph perk up and agree with his younger brother.

“Yeah, we can be heroes like Lou Jitsu!"

Splinter upon hearing Raph’s declaration laughs and walks away, “Nice try." He sassed under his breath, leaving the turtles be. Adriaen leans his arm against the armchair as he deadpans at the trio in front of him.

“We got the squillz, we got the tight colour-coordinated team look." Mikey stated, getting him and Raph hyped up for being heroes, both the orange and red masked brothers bump fists.

“Let’s do it!  Let’s go out and bust some bad guys!"

“Oh boy….” Adriaen rolls his eyes and shakes his head; he had a feeling of what was coming. Donnie quips in with his tablet in hand. “Yeah. I just feel like, you know, we need a case to get the juices flowing a little bit. You know, let’s see what the internet has to say about it, shall we…?” He informs before typing away on the tablet, while he was doing that, Raph and Mikey were overlooking the electronic device, curious to see what was happening on the screen.

Leo had quietly made his way into the room and when he saw Adriaen sitting down on the chair, he smirks to himself before making his way over and flopped himself over Adriaen’s lap.

”Huh? Leo, get off me.” The black masked turtle ordered, but Leo ignores him and sighs. “No way, you’re so comfortable. Plus, the view is amazing.” He grins, staring up at the confused turtle.

Leo winks as Mikey noticed the two and waved them to get their attention, which had worked. “Yo, Leo, Adriaen, we’re gonna be heroes!" He exclaims excitedly, “I don’t know. We don’t even know how to use our new weapons-“ Adriaen tried to reason but was interrupted when Leo pointed at Mikey lazily.

“Okay, what’s the plan? Solve the city’s rat problem?"

Splinter’s rat tail lashes out as he smacks Leo in the face, knocking the blue masked turtle off of Adriaen who couldn’t help smile in amusement as he stared down at him.

“Hey now. I am standing right here." Splinter warns when he heard the rat comment from Leo who groans and sat up, rubbing his head.

“Pfft, no way. We’re crime fighters!"

“Okay, check this out. The Spine Breaking Bandit!" Donnie announces, showing the others his tablet of crime throughout the city of New York. Raph immediately chuckles and nods.

“Yeah. Go big or go home!"

Leo quickly slides��in between Mikey and Donnie, not looking amused by these criminals. “Yeah, go home on a stretcher. What else you got?" He questions making Donnie scroll through the media.

”Uh, okay, here’s something. The Long Island Mangler!"

Leo once again didn’t like the sound of that, this time he sets his hands on the screen and lowered it down so that Donnie and the others could look at him.

“Okay, Donnie. I appreciate you giving your best effort, but maybe we should save mangling and spine breaking for, I don’t know, our second day?"

His brothers stare at him for a moment as Adriaen crossed his arms listens. He knew that whatever he had to say about how bad of an idea this was going to be would go unheard.

“Mm, well, this one’s kind of lame. Someone stole paper from a delivery truck."

Adriaen raised an invisible brow at this strange crime, “Paper? Why would that be something to steal?” He questions, noticing how Leo snatches the tablet out of Donnie’s hands and strikes a pose.

“Not on my watch! That’s exactly the kind of junior level mischief we can put an end to."

“Really? That’ll make us heroes? But it’s only paper." Raph furrowed his eyes, unsure of this particular crime spree that Leo wanted to put to an end. Leo stiffens before muttering under his breath, turning away from Raph.

“It’s only paper?”

He starts laughing and repeats himself louder, “I’m so sorry. Adriaen, what did he just say? Did he say it’s only paper?" He inquired to the unamused and monotonous turtle who sat at the chair watching this ordeal happen.

“Yes he did.” Adriaen replies, knowing that Leo would just continued to hassle him if he didn’t answer him for this little dramatic moment.

“Did he say it’s only paper?"

“Yes, he did."

“Okay! That’s what they all say. You think the road to hero town is paved with real crime? No! It’s paved with the tears of the poor paper man. And who helps that guy? I’ll tell you who; we are who." Leo announces in dramatics before pacing back and forth in front of his brothers. Somehow, there was wind blowing by him, making him look even more unnecessary serious.

“Yes!"

Adriaen stands up to leave, maybe if he was quick enough, he could save himself from going on this wild goose chase. But he didn’t get out on time when Leo grabs his arm and twirled him into his chest, holding him close so he wouldn’t run off.

”Let us make haste my brethren! For we shall put a stop to these paper thieves!” He announces, raising a fist in the air as his three brothers cheer and run off to leave the lair.

”Do I seriously need to come along?” Adriaen puzzled, glancing up at Leo who lets him go and smiles charmingly. “Of course you do! I need you.” He informs, but the last part of his comment confused Adriaen who slightly tilts his head at him.

”What was that?”

”We need you! Yes, that’s what I…it’s uh, we…l-let’s just go!” Leo quickly tried to cover up his little slip up, but he was now aware and therefore stuttering and stumbling over his own words, so he starts heading out, following his brothers. 

Adriaen was just even more confused but didn’t question him about his strange behaviour and jogged after the others.

The turtles who were all now outside in the night of New York City were running across the city's rooftops, heading towards a paper shop that Donnie looked up directions for earlier. They finally stop on one roof to look down. Donnie using his goggles to look around for any signs of thieves.

“What kind of weirdo steals paper?"

“A dreamer. You look at a blank sheet and see nothing. They see possibilities…” Mikey dreamily sighs but was elbowed by Raph to stop him from talking as Donnie concentrated on finding this paper shop.

"There’s only one store they haven’t hit yet, and it is right over there…oh, convenient."

Raph grins and stands tall, “How ‘bout we go stealth and make ‘em wish they stole toilet paper?" He muses, jumping down to the streets. His brothers and even Adriaen gave a chuckle at his little comment, as they follow him down. 

The five mutants use the narrow alleyways to hold themselves up, noticing the two thieves holding stacks of paper and placing it in their van.

Those two look off…is that flames on their head?

Mikey lands on Raph’s shell which had him lose his grip and falls, making loud noise which caught the attention of the two thieves.

“Hmm?"

“Huh?"

Donnie, Leo and Adriaen jump down after Raph and Mikey, before charging at the thieves who were quick to make scarce.

"You two go left. Mikey and Adriaen, go right. I’ll take the roof and swoop down like a boss!"

Given their orders the gang splits up, Mikey and Adriaen taking the right direction. “There he is!” Adriaen announces, pointing at the larger man who was running away from them.

The large man turns a corner, Mikey throws his Kusari-fundo but it wraps around a fire hydrant and Mikey goes flying, still caught on the fire hydrant.

“Mikey!” Adriaen calls out to him, running on foot, he witnessed Mikey fly around the corner followed by him shouting and crashing into someone.

Adriaen turns the corner and was bewildered when he saw that Mikey crashed into Leo and Donnie, but what was surprising for him was the fact that there was no sign of these thieves.

"Where did they go…?"

Before anyone could get off of anyone in the pile, Raph who was on the rooftop had suddenly jumped off the top of a building directly above them.

“Swoopin’ like a boss!"

Adriaen widens his as he took a step back in order to not get caught in the crossfire, the others however were unsuccessful as Raph landed on the pile of his brothers. Even Adriaen winced a little as he felt a little bad for the ones under Raph.

The four go flying everywhere and the van that was being driven by the two strange looking thieves goes screeching around a corner, back door open and paper flying all over before disappearing into the streets.

"Uh, quick question. Did we seriously just get schooled by paper thieves?" Donnie spoke up with embarrassment and disbelief in his tone, "I don’t swoop like a boss. I swoop like a noob." Raph pouted at himself, and Mikey sits up looking defeated.

"Man, this seemed like a really cool idea until we didn’t succeed at it."

Adriaen who was standing by, walks over to check over everyone. “Tell me about it.” He agrees, helping Donnie sit up.

Leo was the first to stand up with magical sword resting over shoulder, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Where’d everyone go?” He quizzed, pointing towards Mikey with the pommel of his sword.

“Mikey, where’s your…legendary optimism?”

Mikey groans in response as Leo then turns to point at Raph who was sulking, “Raph, where’s your, ya know, your go-getter attitude?” Leo shakes him by the shoulder before heading over to Donnie and Adriaen.

“And Donnie, where’s your…your thing, your – emotionless passion?"

The purple masked turtle had his head down and replied very quietly and emotionless. 

“Here."

Leo pouts and glanced to Adriaen who shook his head at him, quietly telling him that these guys were discouraged at the moment. So Leo decided to brighten up the others by getting them hyped up once more.

"We can still catch these lame old paper crooks and be heroes!"

“Yeah, that’s gonna be hard. This was the last paper store in town." Donnie concluded but Adriaen saw the devious smile plastered on Leon’s face, indicating he came up with an idea. No doubt a dumb one at that.

"Hmm…or was it?"

“Yeah, I…I literally just said that."

”Guys I have an idea. But we need supplies.” Leo briefly informs before running off to gather the supplies, the other turtles blink but follow after Leo, watching him find some cardboard in the streets.

”Okay, we need tape, markers and….oh, a bunch of salami!” Leo orders, looking proud of his idea that he was wanting to create.

”A bunch of what now?” Adriaen repeats slightly, his mind puzzled at whatever Leo was coming up with. But the others didn’t seem to question it and went off to grab the equipment they needed.

“Adriaen, you and I are gonna collect some more cardboard.” Leo informs, smiling before grabbing the black masked turtles hand and dragging him along the streets.

After a while of collecting what they needed and slicing the salami that Donnie had somehow managed to get in such a short time, the five built their very own 'paper' store in hopes of tricking these thieves.

A sign on cardboard wall entrance wall outside, reads ‘Leo’s Paper Hut’. Which had Leo smile broadly in proudness as Adriaen stared in unimpressed silence.

”Is this even going to work…?” He muttered, having Leo chuckle and pat his shoulder to walk on by and into the hut. Donnie pops partway out of the makeshift door and slides the advertisement board into place on the sidewalk before turning to Leo who was tying up the last stack of salami.

“Do you really think that this is going to hook the thieves?  The only paper we have is made from salami which is round. Paper is not round." 

“Yes, it’ll work. You and Adriaen need to relax.” He assured before narrowing his eyes at Raph who was busy eating the stack of salami.

”Raph stop eating the plan!"

Raph grunts as he chews off a chunk of salami, “This isn’t gonna work.” Adriaen noted out loud to himself, watching Raph chewing on the food. The door to their “business” opens up, finding out to be April walking in with a smile.

“Hi, I’m here for the job interview…aw no.”

She looks ahead and groans upon seeing her turtle mutant friends. Mikey pops up from behind the cash register wearing a fake nose and waves at her.

“Man, I thought it was weird to have a job interview at midnight."

“Who the heck even called her?” Adriaen asks, looking at Donnie who whistles and makes himself busy.

“Ah, Miss…O’Neil.” Mikey greeted, clipboard in hand but the sound of a car approaching and then car lights flash across them makes Mikey quickly duck behind the counter.

“Ah, customers!"

Mikey quickly pops out from under counter and startles April who had no idea what was happening.

“April, you’re hired! Just follow the sales script and remember the customer is always right unless they’re a psychotic paper thief."

"Ah, okay."

The turtles were quick to retreat in a box, much to Adriaen’s dismay as it was claustrophobic in this tight box, Leo pressing up behind him, making the blue masked turtle blush and internally panic at his closeness.

“We’ll be in the back."

Adriaen tried to see through the poked out holes to keep an eye on April but it was too tiny to make out what was happening, so he and the others had to listen.

"Welcome to Leo’s Paper Hut. Can I interest you in our…ah! Mm-mm-mm!"

Well that can’t be good.

“What is ‘mm-mm-mm’?” Mikey huffs out, looking down at the card in his hand, “She’s supposed to say…paper!" He informs, and Adriaen could in this tight space he would face palm.

The turtles grunt and finally Raph broke the cardboard box, and everyone was able to breathe, Adriaen landed on the ground after being shoved and pushed around by Raph and the others when they were trying to find a way out of the small box.

“Ugh…”

Leo quickly helped him up and dusted him off from any dirt. “Thanks.” Adriaen grumbled but nods to Leo in appreciation who gave a warm smile back.

They all heard muffling and look up to find April tied up and suspended from the ceiling. “April! The salami paper!  It’s gone!" Mikey exclaims in shock and concern; Adriaen perks up at the sound of an engine starting. He opens the makeshift door to see the van from earlier backing up, turning around and driving away with the tires screeching.

"No way!"

Leo yells in annoyance, he grunts and kicks the advertising board, which then had the cardboard exterior fall down.

“Mm! Mm!” April thrashed around in the air before the binding comes undone and she drops to the ground, letting out a monotone “ow.”

"This was supposed to be easy. How do we keep losing these clowns?” Leo grumbles, hands on hip in thought, but Donnie then laughs briefly, “Leo, do you really think I would have let you make salami paper without putting a tracer in it?" He muses, pressing a button on his gauntlet.  

Something starts beeping in Raph’s stomach, making his stomach growl. Raph gasps and looks down in shock and embarrassment, even the others were surprised by the beeping noise coming from Raph.

“It’s okay. I put two."

“Of course you did.” Adriaen blinks at Donnie’s smart mind of putting in two tracking devices in the salami. Upon knowing the thieves location, the turtles were quick to act and chase after the van.

They arrive at a shipyard, watching the van pull up as the thieves unload their cargo. Adriaen looks through the binoculars to keep an eye on them.

"Okay guys, this is our moment. They may have given us the slip before…” Leo admits but was corrected by Mikey, “Twice before!” He jumps up, causing Leo to slightly frown on brief annoyance at the correction.

“Thank you, Mikey. Twice before, but now we’ve got them cornered and there’s nothing that can stop us."

Adriaen hums, focusing on the two strangers who place the paper via conveyor belt to put them in the ship. “Let’s go before they’re done unloading.” Adriaen suggests, standing tall and giving back the binoculars to Leo who puts them back into his pouch. The turtles swiftly made their way unseen, going to a door on the side of the ship, Raph spins the hatched wheel on the door before opening it and rolling in first, thudding into a wall. Then Leo cartwheels inside and Raph rolls past him, slamming into something before rising.  

Adriaen shakes his head with a soft sigh as he casually walks in. Once everyone was inside, they stare down through an open hatch into the hull of the ship. Below them, the two thieves stand amongst piles and piles of stolen paper. 

Leo leaps into the hull first, followed by everyone else who stood in fighting stances.

“Okay, twerp and…” 

Leo paused when the larger man turns around to face him, “…surprisingly big man. It’s five against two, so what say we just call it a day, right?" Leo suggested with slight sarcasm in his tone.

"Whoa! They’ve got footprints on their faces!" Mikey points out, and he wasn’t wrong, these people had large red foot marks on their faces and on top of their heads were flames.

"Uh, are those flames on their heads?"

“Feels like a real hazard for a paper thief."

Adriaen narrowed his orbs and nudged Leo lightly to get his attention, “I think they’re from that hidden city. Or something like those two demon guys from the construction site.” He informs in which Leo blinks and smiled as he nods in agreement.

”Say, you’re right. And that is why you are needed with us on these adventures.”

The large man suddenly points at them, before he threatens them.

”You! I’m gonna grind your bones with my fists."

The smaller and scrawny looking guy perked up at his comrade in interest. "Ooh, that’s inspired. We’re both gonna grind your bones." He declares out, his voice sounding very hoarse and dry.

”Do you need a lozenge?” Adriaen lightly sassed out, making Leo and Donnie snort at his comment, it was a bit rare for Adriaen to make jokes in a fight. "Right. Listen, bubs. Before we put our footprints on your faces, we gotta ask, what’s with all the paper?" Raph changed the attention onto him, but the two strange men didn’t respond to him in words. Instead, the smaller guy grabs a sheet of paper and quickly begins folding it, when he was done, he holds up a paper origami of a ninja.

"Yay, arts and crafts!" Mikey squeaks in excitement, but Adriaen tilts his head in puzzlement when he then saw the paper ninja being thrown at them.

It transforms in midair, becoming alive and as large as Raph.

“Whoa!"

“What the heck?” Adriaen hissed out, watching the paper ninja rush at them. They all dive out of the way, leaving Raph behind to defend for himself.

"Huh?"

The ninja slams into him, knocking Raph back against a wall and leaving a crater behind him.

“Uh, hey, maybe we should fight now and register our amazement later?" Donnie suggested out loud as Adriaen nods in agreement, “I’m with him on that.” He informed, taking out his magic based kama’s.

Leo was the first to charge at the ninja. Swinging his sword at it with a powerful strike but to his surprise it explodes into confetti.

"What?"

It took a second for the others to realise that also slashed the laker guy and the confetti was falling down on them, scared that they thought the confetti was blood, they all began groaning and spitting and swinging their arms as the particles rain down on them.

Adriaen stood there, knowing that it was just paper as he deadpans at the four brothers who were freaking out.

"Guys…guys!"

Adriaen yells at them, which they stop and turn to him. “It’s only confetti.” The black masked turtle assured, placing his hands that held his kama's on his hip.

"Huh. Oh yeah."

"Paper viscera."

The strange thieves start forming more paper ninjas in a quick fashion, throwing  a handful at the turtles, in which they all poof in midair to become full sized. Raph leaps at them, jumping and kicking and destroying them. 

Mikey, who found his way to the balcony, swings his own weapon and destroys a ninja. But one other paper ninja grabs the cord and yanks Mikey towards it.

"Whoa!”

Mikey get hits to the ground with a groan, two more ninjas come at him, and he swings the Kusari-fundo upwards. It wraps around a pipe and lifts him up. He managed to spin around and shreds the ninjas, then shoots an okay symbol with his hand. 

Leo on the balcony also, was fighting his own ninjas, going backwards as he slices the ninjas coming at him. 

Leo jumps down on a stack of papers as a landing pad before noticing Adriaen fighting two paper ninjas that were trying to take a hit at him, but he was agile and fast, jumping and flipping around them, as he crossed his Kama's in a “X” position before pouncing at the ninja and slicing them apart.

“We’re getting nowhere fighting these guys.  We gotta take out the source." Leo calls out, gesturing to the two thieves who observed the chaos.

Leo leaps towards the larger one, who also has a sword. Their swords clash as they both try to slice the other, but Leo slides away in time.

“Okay. You think you’re pretty good, huh?"

"Indeed."

Leo narrowed his eyes as he performs a roundhouse kick at his opponents face. But unfortunately, the brute grabs his ankle, shoves it down, and then kicks Leo across the room and into a stack of paper.

“You are good…”

Adriaen who witnessed the attack, shouts out to him in concern, “Leo!” He yells before running over to protect him from incoming attacks since he was vulnerable.

He comes to a halt and kneels down to Leo, putting down his kamas to help Leo sit up, he groans and rubs his head. “I’m going to feel that tomorrow.” He grumbled to himself under his breath.

Paper begins whirling in a cyclone around the two thieves, causing the turtles to watch on in shock and puzzlement.

"What?"

The paper forms into a huge ninja that growls at them.

"Uh..."

The ninja reaches down towards Leo and Adriaen who stare in surprise. Adriaen scooped up his kama's that he left on the ground to defend him and Leo, but he was too slow as he and Leo were scooped up together in one hand.

The two strain themselves, grunting when the ninja grips them tighter.

"Leo! Adriaen! Donnie, it’s pinata time!" Raph yells in concern for his two mutant comrades before glancing at Donnie who nods in agreement.

All three charge at the paper ninja, who hits the floor with its free hand, trying to punch them, but they dodge. When the fist that’s holding Leo and Adriaen comes down, Donnie and Mikey pounce on it. 

They strain to hold on as the large paper ninja growls and grabs them in its other hand.

"Uh. Huh?"

“I should’ve stayed in my room.” Adriaen grunts, sweating slightly at how tight the ninja was holding him. 

Raph looks from the ninja to the two thieves, seeing the smaller man chuckling and smashing his fists together. When he does that so does the huge ninja, copying his movements.

The four trapped turtles are all groaning as Raph runs in headstrong.

The brute jumps in front of his smaller comrade to protect as Raph plows into them, activating his force field. He grabs both of them and swings them around several times before releasing them. They fly, screaming across the ship and hit a wall, both out cold. Raph was stunned at the magic he activated, looking with surprise at his tonfa, then looks up.

“Huh. Ah!"

The huge paper ninja starts to fall, releasing the five mutants. It crashes and paper goes whooshing in all directions, much of it spilling off the ship. Adriaen groans when he landed inside the paper on the ship, before wincing when the ships horn blasts. 

“Huh?"

The two strangers grunt as they push up through the paper pile, as the larger guy quickly forms an origami swan, realising his mistake, he begins manipulating the paper again.

Adriaen narrowed his eyes and quickly scanned the area, he looks up and an idea came to his head. “That’s it…water!” He exclaims to himself as he looks to Mikey.

“Mikey, the sprinklers!"

“I’m on it!"

The youngest turtle flings his weapon at a sprinkler head, the sphere flames on and causes the sprinkler to activate. Alarms sound and water rains down on the paper to make it soggy and unusable.

"You may have shredded our plans for now. But next time, you will feel the fury of a thousand feet!"

"Ooh, you’re on fire today!"

Chuckling, he makes a form with the salami and tosses it at the turtles. A dripping, sloppy form stalks towards them.

”That’s gross…” Adriaen commented, looking away slightly as the others also complain.

“Ew! That’s nightmare fuel, man!"

Suddenly it splats to the ground into hundreds of individual salami slices.

"Okay, salami origami doesn’t work."

Raph blinks before looking up and flinching in surprise when he saw the two strangers no longer in the ship anymore.

"Hey, look. They vanished."

“Then what are we looking at?"

It was silence afterwards, as the boys sigh and try to find themselves a way out of this salami and paper infested room.

Raph had other plans since he was eyeballing at the pile of salami.

“Oh. What is that? Don’t do it." Leo mumbles as he and the others notice Raph getting closer to the meat. Leo, Donnie and Adriaen were the main three to voice out their disgust and try to Raph.

"No…”

“Don’t do it. Don’t do it."

“That’s just nasty…”

“Don’t do it."

“No. Raph, no!"

“Oh!"

Raph scoops up a handful of salami, ready to eat it. Donnie tried getting his attention, "Look at me. No!” He scolds but it was too late as Raph stuffs the salami in his mouth.

“No!"

Mikey stuck his tongue out in disgust, "Ugh! Gross! Ugh. Oh." He complains, Raph looked at the others in confusion.

"What? Five-second rule!"

Adriaen shakes his head and his face scrunched up slightly in disgust. “That’s just disgusting…” He noted, but soon Mikey changed the conversation and looked at the others.

"So…does this count as a win?"

"Well, I don’t know. Let’s think about it. Did the bad guys get their big supply of paper? Uh, no. Did they build their army of soldiers?” Leo replies with confidence as he shakes his head and continued to finish his little speech.

“No. No, they didn’t. Are they otherwise thwarted, and we unscathed?"

“Yes!" The brothers cheer as Adriaen crossed his arms in amusement and had a little smile on his face, sure it was a weird mission but Leo was right that they managed to put a stop to it.

“Hero mission accomplished, my friends!"

“Yeah!"

The brothers all start rolling around on the paper together, cheering for their victory, while Adriaen was also happy that they won the battle, he wasn’t going to roll around in the soggy paper and salami. But Leo had other plans as he snuck up beside Adriaen and jumped on his back, causing Adriaen to lose balance and fall back.

”Ugh! Leo!”

”Haha!”

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A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER.  

Leo and Adriaen be running to each other when the other is hurt-

Part 1/episode 1 here

Next chapter here

[liviacardew]

hi Gigi! welcome to the fandom! i would love to hear more about your trio athena, aelia, and achilles and what sort of adventures they get into if you have any ideas to share!

Hi! I'm so glad you like my headcanons!!

For those of you who don't know who Athena, Aelia (ay-lee-uh), and Achilles (uh-kill-eez) are, Athena is Festus Creed and Persephone Price's daughter, Aelia is Felix Ravinstill and Clemensia Dovecote's daughter, and Achilles is Arachne Crane and Livia Cardew's son!

Without further ado, here is my list of some of Athena, Aelia, and Achilles' shenanigans!

When they were babies, they'd play together and babble at each other whenever they see each other.

They got lost in the Presidential Mansion (Aelia's grandpa is the president) once and ended up finding a bunch of rooms the President didn't even know about. They were lost for five hours and Felix & Clemensia, Livia & Arachne, Festus & Persephone, and the President were absoloutely freaking out, but thankfully they knew that their kids were still in the mansion, because they found Aelia's black ribbon and Athena's blue one lying on the floor.

All 3 children find a window, and climbed down, and goes to the mansion's entrance and they find their parents two seconds away from going feral.

In the academy, they're all straight A students, just like their parents, of course, but Aelia and Achilles are extremely competitive. (just like their parents!) So, when Io Jasper and Urban Canville's son got a higher score than Aelia in Math, Aelia almost rips her hair out, and when Diana Ring and Iphigenia Moss' daughter gets a compliment by the debate teacher and Achilles doesn't, he breaks his pencils <3

Festus may be competitive, but Athena's mom is literally Pippa, I mean she's the sweetest soul ever! So, of course Athena is just like her mom.

Aelia definitely gets Felix's sass and Clemensia's personality, and Achilles gets Arachne's wit and Livia's charm.

Aelia and Achilles are scary. Athena is a cutie patootie who gets mad at them when they kill ants.

Achilles' favorite color is gold, Athena's favorite color is green, and Aelia's favorite color is red.

Aelia's nickname is 'Aelie' (pronounced ay-lee), Achille's nickname is 'Chilles' (pronounced kill-eez), and Athena's nickname is 'Thena'.

Achilles wants to grow up to be a politician, Athena wants to be a doctor, and Aelia wants to be a psychologist.

Achilles and Athena end up together <3

[sonicasura]

My mind for the last few days: Transformers x Weretoons idea go brrr.

I have an idea for three specific iterations of the franchise. Those are Prime/Rescue Bots, Animated, and Bayverse. Although the latter two choices I can't really got into depth as there is going to be involvement with a Weretoon OC not designed yet.

Luckily for you folks, Prime/Rescue Bots aren't in that category since there's two perfect characters to experiment with! Who you may ask? How about Miko Nakadai and Cody Burns!

The reason behind it is I can give them two completely different backgrounds for their respective Weretoon sides. Plus both sides of the continuity get dragged into Looney Tunes style mayhem. Transformers Prime shall not escape the insanity this time.

Let's start with the female member of the Jasper Trio. Miko is an afflicted Weretoon as she gotten into an incident at 6 years old. She had to get a blood transfusion to save her life with everyone unaware of what the donor actually is.

Her toon has two sides to it. Miko's usual appearance looks exactly like herself as a cartoon but with obvious differences. She shrinks to 4'8 in height, her fingers are mole claws, a pair of little black bat wings, a pink dragon tail, sharp teeth with two peeking out her upper lip, and two little pink tipped black horns on her head.

Her secondary toon form is a MOLE DRAGON. This is because of Miko's trope: Beast Among Us. A toon who possesses takes a mostly inconspicuous normal form to hide their true monster nature. Miko is no exception either.

Her beast form has a 22 ft long Eastern Dragon/Mole hybrid with 7 ft long arms/legs. Miko's fur covered hide is predominantly obsidian in color for the hot pink scaley underbelly, pink tips on her mane, silver whiskers, light brown muzzle, black bat wings, pink bushy tail tip, salmon(color) nose, pink lavender antler like horns and red back spikes. Her muzzle alongside long arms/legs are mole like in nature.

Despite being able to fly, Miko's more dangerous in the ground. She can dig up to 75 mph and spit out blasts of sand like a cannon. A feat that made her first shift a sheer nightmare. Miko ran away from home and later found herself under the loving care of a demolition worker Weretoon.

Cody Burns is a natural born Weretoon from his mother's side and came into his heritage at age 4. (Got it from his great great grandfather with his mother not inheriting it.) Griffin Rock houses a few Weretoons as the place's secluded but also whacky nature keeps them safe from hostile Cartoon Hunters.

Cody's toon form is (ironically) a 6 ft tall bipedal gryphon. His bird half being a Laughing Gull but his arms are hand like wings similar to the Rito from the Legend of Zelda specifically BotW/TotK. Instead of a lion, Cody's lower half is a Pallas Cat with thick fluffy fur and surprisingly eagle feet than said feline's.

He can fly but not for long as his wings aren't fully developed yet. At most Cody can glide without straining himself too much. His trope is Understudy which means he can learn any skill extremely fast if he witnesses in toon form.

Kade, Dani and Graham are his half siblings as he was born from a failed relationship. They love Cody all the same but being left out of everything hurts much more thanks to this common knowledge. He unconsciously clings to the Rescue Bots once they arrive on Griffin Rock.

Speaking of the bots, both sides are in for a wild ride especially the Prime cast. (Rescue Bots got more available knowledge plus Griffin Rock is already insane on it's own.) Toons don't follow the same laws that everyone else does and Weretoons bask in this unique privilege.

Decepticons will not look at humans the same again once Miko pulls out an ink bottle. She can back up her sass as Starscream is getting stared down by a mole dragon straight from a cartoon. And quickly learns that explosions don't do shit either.

What can I say other than I like chaos?

[hqhunybuns]

hiiii can u plz do a kuroo first time blowjob?? thanks i love your blog!!!!!

hi sorry i was too busy playing animal crossing but im back

First Time Head with Kuroo

It was a bad idea that popped into your head, a terribly devilish thought that you were sure would get you in trouble-- but it was worth a shot, wasn't it? 

You were the Nekoma volleyball team manager, and also the captain's girlfriend. What a wonderful world you live in; the team adored you, your boyfriend thought you were as sweet as sugar. The truth be told, you and Tetsurou had only gotten to first base the entirety of your eight month relationship. You were shy when it came to physical affection, and you had a bad habit of getting too nervous when your boyfriend's hands started wandering further than your shoulders. He was always the perfect gentleman when you had to stop due to your erratic heartbeat, and while you profusely apologized every time, he took it in stride and never pressured you to do anything you weren't comfortable with.

It wasn't that you didn't think he was attractive, it was quite the opposite. He was Adonis-- tall, lean muscle, abs, strong jaw line, hair that you wanted to run your hands through. He was too perfect and it intimidated you. Other than the physical limitations you had set, it was a great relationship. The two of you could talk for hours, joking and laughing. His personality fit yours, he didn't get upset at your sarcastic quips, he actually enjoyed then and retorted back with just as much sass.

"Y/n, what's the problem? Why do you look so nervous?" your friend Aimee asked once class had been released for lunch.

"Yeah, and you look really sweaty..." your other friend Sayori mentioned, motioning to your red face.

Fanning your face with your hands, you admitted, "I'm going to do the deed today, that's why I look like a hot mess."

The two girls grinned and squealed, gaining the attention of the few stragglers in the classroom. You hushed then quickly, hiding your head in your arms. "Guys, please! This is already a stressful day! I don't need you all screaming and making a big deal of it." you mumbled into your arms.

Someone patted your head and ruffled your hair. "You really must be nervous if you're scolding us instead of screaming too."

"You may be right, Sayori-chan, normally Y/n is the first one of us to scream about something exciting."

You lifted your head and glared at your friends while trying to hide your growing smile. Aimee grabbed your cheeks and squished them together while Sayori hoped with excitement, "You're finally growing up! You put on your big girl thong today!"

"Oh my God, please don't ever say that again!" you groaned, trying to push the brown haired girls hands away from your hurting cheeks.

Sayori stopped her jumping and put her hands on small hips. "But it's true, you're going to be be the first one of us to actually put one of those things in your mouth."

Aimee stopped her assault on your poor face and rebutted, "Hey! I almost did!"

"Yeah, but then you woke up from your dream and realized Morisuke wasn't actually there." you teased light heartily.

The three of you laughed and you finally stood from your desk, stepping out of the classroom with your two best friends. Your trio hiked up the steps to the roof, opening the door and scoping it out, making sure no one had claimed your lunch spot for themselves. The warn sun caressed your face and the breeze carried the scent of the freshly bloomed flowers with it, pollen included. It was a gorgeous day, barely any clouds in the sky and birds happily perched on the edge of the roof, singing songs in hopes of finding a mate.

Plopping down on one of the benches, you confessed, "I've never seen his... you know what in person, what if I hurt him?"

Sayori tied her red hair in a messy bun before responding. "I've given a hand job before, they're surprisingly durable; you're only going to hurt him if you bite him or something like that."

Before you could respond with a smart ass comment, the devil named Tetsurou texted you.

 Volleybitch (4) unread messages

Hey doll face (Ф∀Ф)

im bored Kenma wont stop playing fire emblem to talk to me

he keeps talking about defeating the death knight but idk who that is

we still on for tonight? you get to pick the movie as long as its good

 You rolled your eyes as you responded.

tell him to recruit lysithea and he can one shot him with her lol

yeah we're still on!! the fams gone for the weekend so we can actually use the big tv in the living room

 just promise to take a shower before we leave bc i dont want u sweating up my couch you stink

literally all the time

nasty sweaty man

Putting your phone away, you focused on your friends who were still more excited about your nights rendezvous than you were. It was true that you didn't want your boyfriend making your house smelling like a gym, but you didn't want to put your mouth on him when he was just running around getting sweaty. You had standards, and smelling and tasting sweat was not apart of those standards

"You ready to ditch this popsicle stand?" Kuroo asked, tossing his water bottle in his gym bag. His hair was slightly damp from the quick shower he had just had.

You rolled your eyes and replied sardonically, "With you? Never."

 "You're right, look at that eligible bachelor over there waiting to watch a shitty movie with you tonight." He walked over to you and flipped you, pointing at volleyball pole that was being put away. "That handsome man wants to take you to dinner, but he can only afford McDonalds. So sad, Y/n, you can only get something off of the dollar menu."

 You raised your eyebrows in fake consideration. "Perhaps, but he doesn't have any muscles, so it's a hard pass. Sorry, mister pole, but you're still single." 

Your tall boyfriend laughed and guided you towards the gym doors, his hand on your back. You bit back a blush when he rubbed your back slightly. You're about to give this man a blowjob and you wanna blush when he touches your back? You were hopeless.

Your tall boyfriend laughed and guided you towards the gym doors, his hand on your back. You bit back a blush when he rubbed your back slightly. You're about to give this man a blowjob and you wanna blush when he touches your back? You were hopeless.

"So what movie have you decided on? It better not be anything related to Minions or Legos, or I promise you I will cry." Tetsurou deadpanned.

Humming, you grinned. "It's a surprise."

The ten minute walk to your house felt like an hour. You and Kuroo talked about the tournament coming up, but all you think of was the fact that you were going to suck this hot man's cock. The thought made you blush and salivate. Ideally his shirt would be off, letting you see how his work out regime gave him a delicious torso. You wondered how big he was, how thick it would be; would he taste good, would he be shaved? What if he didn't want you to suck him off? Would he find it repulsive?

"Y/n? Hey, dollface, we're at your house, stop walking or you're going to end up at your neighbors front door," Tetsurou's voice brought you back from your daze.

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking of a strategy for the team and I guess I got lost in thought." you chuckled nervously, forcing your blush to evade.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside, your heart officially started to race. How was this going to start? 

Right, start a movie! 

"I'll start a movie if you wanna go get us something to drink from the kitchen," you suggested as you made your way towards the living room.

You shut the blinds in fear your neighbors would end up looking into them and seeing your lewd actions and quickly double checked to see if you locked the front door. Call yourself paranoid, but you didn't need anything interrupting. 

Tetsurou returned with two glasses of water and a smirk. Once he placed the two glasses on the coffee table, he sink into the couch and gazed at the TV. "So, I see the decision is The Breakfast Club. Again."

"You know it's one of my favorite movies!" you argued, sitting beside him.

The movie started, and twenty minutes into the movie, it was time to start your plan. 

You took a deep breath, exhaling through your nose. With a shaky hand, you ran it down Tetsurou's arm idly, gaining his attention. You could see his eyebrows raise in question as he gazed at your fingers brushing against his bicep. You wet your lips and kissed his cheek, traveling to his mouth. 

This caught him completely off guard.

He didn't complain, though, shifting his body to make it more comfortable for the both of you. Feeling confident in yourself, your tongue brushed against his lips, asking permission to enter. He happily obliged, opening his mouth and letting your tongue graze his. His hands wandered to your shoulders, rubbing them as your tongues battled for dominance-- in the end, Tetsurou was victorious. 

Your lower stomach was getting hot, you could feel your panties begin to dampen with arousal. His hands trailed down your shoulders to your arms, rubbing them softly. Your hands went to his hair, running your fingers through the tresses. The black haired boy groaned in your mouth, making you clamp your thighs shut. Feeling a burst of confidence, you broke the kiss and climbed into his lap, shocking him.

His eyes were dark with lust as he panted, "This is a nice surprise."

"Hush, or I'll stop." you murmured, going back to his lips with newly found gusto.

You've never been this aroused, your panties were soaked and threatening to spill onto your inner thighs. You knew your face was flushed brightly, but kissing Kuroo and feeling him harden beneath you was making your brain numb. It buzzed with lust and you could only focus on how his hands moved to your sides and how they felt like hot fire, his finger tips leaving warmth.

Experimenting was never something you thought you'd do, but you swiveled your hips in his lap, earning a heartfelt groan from the man beneath you. Breaking the kiss once more, you gazed at him with glossy eyes. Remembering your research, you stepped off of his lap and kneeled in front of his sitting form, peering at him through your lashes.

You'd never seen Kuroo blush, but seeing you on your knees, flustered, hair tousled, and lips plump from kissing, you'd think he'd passed out. 

The tent in his shorts were impressive, no matter how baggy the shorts were. Licking your lips once more, your shaking hands tentatively rubbed up his thighs, nearing his growing cock. He stuttered and swallowed harshly. "What do you think you're doing, doll face?"

"I'm going to suck you off, Tetsurou," You swore you heard him groan. "Unless you have a problem with that?"

He shook his head. "Not at all."

Swallowing the sudden nerves, you helped him pull his shorts and underwear down, releasing his cock. Your eyes widened once you saw how impressive it was. Would that fit in your mouth? Licking your lips, you stuck your tongue out and grazed the head of his swollen member, enticing a hiss from your boyfriend.

"Fuck, Y/n..." he muttered, bringing one of his clenched fists to his mouth, biting it.

Gaining the confidence back you had originally, you popped the head into your mouth, sucking it lightly. Tetsurou stuttered out a moan, whispering your name. You went down his shaft a bit further, gripping one of his thighs for leverage. Kuroo was very vocal, giving you praises and groaning every time you sucked your cheeks in. Your other hand went to grip the rest of his cock that you couldn't fit into your sore mouth. He was girthy, your jaw was beginning to hurt from the unusual strain. You bobbed your head with more speed, glancing up at Tetsurou who had his head thrown back in pure bliss. Your neglected, throbbing sex was growing more aroused with slick, this boy was going to be the death of you. 

His hips started thrusting shallowly to meet your mouth, one of his hands going to your hair. His moans were becoming louder and the grip in your hair was growing tighter.

"That's it, Y/n, don't stop. God, who knew you had such a good mouth," he praised. 

Kuroo Tetsurou was coming undone before you and it was sexiest thing you've ever seen.

All because of you.

[defenderrosetyler]

Chapter One

A/N: No real triggers this time!!  WC: 1.9k Chapter 1:

“So every person in this book is a fairy tale character?” Emma Swan says to her ten-year-old son. 

The boy had introduced himself as Henry, had brought his mother to Storybrooke. Of course, Emma had given Henry up for adoption when she gave birth to him.  But to have her son seek her out made Emma uncomfortable. He had come to her claiming to be the savior of the storybook world. Henry spun a tale about a curse and how all of the characters of the Enchanted Forest were stuck in a town called Storybrooke, Maine.

Henry had with him a brown leather storybook that was thick but didn’t appear to be heavy. Henry seemed to carry around with no problem. One thing Emma found off when they arrived into town was the clock tower. As she observed it, she couldn’t help take note of how it never seemed to move. She led Henry back to his mother’s house. Henry’s adoptive mother, Regina Mills, was the mayor of the town. Henry claimed she was the Evil Queen from the story Snow White. Emma found this silly. Then again, Emma wasn’t one for fairytales anyway. Fairytales are for kids. 

Inside Granny’s Diner, Sam Winchester sat inside waiting for his brother Dean. Granny’s was usually closed at night since Granny went to work at her bed and breakfast in the mornings, but Ruby was always there at night to serve the night owls who couldn’t sleep. 

Ruby wasn’t the only one working the night shift. She worked with Y/N Y/L/N. Hardly anyone saw  Y/N working in the morning. This usually led to rumors that Y/N was hiding something.  The story was Y/N stayed locked in Rowena’s shop.

Rowena MacLeod was a private woman. However, she was a businesswoman, a loan shark, if you will. Rowena was very good at getting what she wanted through these tactics. She would let her client borrow money with the promise of paying it back fairly and on time. However, many clients don’t read the fine print in her contract.  Resulting in them having to pay double or triple what they borrowed. Rowena had helped Sam and Dean’s parents with a large sum of money to keep their business, Winchester Mechanics, afloat. Leaving their two sons, Sam and Dean, to foot the bill. Dean paid her as much as he could, but with not many people coming or going from Storybrooke, business was slow. 

This left Sam to find a way to help Dean find a way to help pay Rowena back too. But he wasn’t having great success either. Sam had started working in Mr. Gold’s Pawn shop until he found himself interested in Law. Under Mr. Gold’s tutelage, Sam had become well versed in the laws created by the town council. This led him to also find work in the Sheriff's office as a prosecutor. Often being a rival for his own boss at the Pawn Shop. It only made Mr. Gold admire Sam more.  

“Ruby, can you please help them?” Y/N begged, trying to hold back an eye-roll at the two men that walked in together, sitting across from one another. Having a conversation amongst themselves and trying to not get in an argument, again, over the amount of money they owed to Rowena. Their next payment was due within the week, and they didn’t have the funds. 

“Sorry, Duckling, it's your turn. I helped them the other day.” She says, giving her a sentimental look. 

Ruby had been watching Y/N and Sam’s exchanges cringing internally whenever they walked in the door, knowing Y/N would try and pass her along to either herself or Granny. Ruby heard rumors about why Y/N and Sam had disagreements, but their arguments were getting harsher with each passing day.

Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes, grabbing her order pad, heading over to greet Sam and Dean. 

“Evening, Y/N,” Dean says pleasantly. 

Sam muttered under his breath a greeting, and it sounded like he muttered a nickname only her friends gave her, earning a glare from Y/N in Sam’s direction. 

“What is it now, brains?” Y/N says. “Too buried in your debt to Rowena to speak louder and call me a name in front of my face?”

Dean sighed. Here they go again. “Just our usual if you would please,” he says, trying to cut the tension between the two. 

Y/N nods glaring at Sam before she heads back to the kitchen. 

“You didn’t need to butt in like that,” Sam scoffed. “I had it completely under control.”

“Oh sure, that’s why you and Y/N seem to fight or have some sort of disagreement every time we come in here?” Dean huffed,  “Who knows whatever the hell happens when you bump into her while she’s alone at Rowena’s,” Dean sassed,  “Oh wait, you’re too busy working at Gold’s shop, fighting for a chance to work a case in his place, or at the jail with Graham,” the elder brother snapped calmly. 

“Says the man who works in a shop with no cars to work on,” Sam snapped back, “How’s Amaya? Did you ever fulfill your promise to help her out?

“You keep that bitch out of this,” Dean growled. “I’ll figure something out. For now, I’m gonna see if I can get a second job somewhere.” 

“What do you mean? What other job could you get here? Think Granny can hire you as a short-order cook? At least she gets business!”  

“It’s something to get the debt paid back to Rowena, Sam,” Dean muttered as Y/N brought out their meals. Both were polite, and their bickering died down, and they went back to talking about their days. As uneventful as they were, they had a lot to talk about. 

Y/N sighed as she went back behind the counter, “Ruby, I’m gonna head to bed. Dawn wake-up call comes early.” She says with an eye roll. 

“Goodnight, Duckling,” Ruby says, smiling kindly to her, “I’ll clean up.”

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Enchanted Forest

“Dean, is target practice really necessary?” Sam says, looking at him. “I need to be looking for Odette, not shooting powdered arrows over at the servants’ asses.” 

“And what are you gonna do when you can’t hit your mark?” Dean questioned, “What of Odette needs saving from some Ogres, and you miss?” 

“Is that before or after the fact that you're catching fireflies at all hours of the night?” Sam asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Are they for you or to feed the frog that follows you around and hides on your dresser?”  he snaps, glaring at the older brother.

“I do not go out at night to catch fireflies for Amaya,” Dean scoffs, “besides, she goes out and catches her own meals.”

Rolling his eyes, Sam grabbed his red powdered covered arrows, game face on. Assuming the probability that Dean would let him win, again. Sam took an arrow from his quiver, sliding it into place. Pulling back the string once he nocked it, aiming it at his first mark, the butler, Crowley. Whom the brothers affectionately dressed up as a brown moose. The arrow left the nocking point, hitting its destined target in the center of his rounded ass. 

“Hey!” Crowley muttered, rolling his eyes. He brushed off the powder as he glared at both of the brothers. 

Dean was finding this amusing. The exercise was primarily for Sam. Why couldn’t he have fun too?

Just as Dean was about to take his shot, Castiel, the head advisor to his father, walked out onto the grounds. He intended to stop the game before it fully began. “Your Highness?”

Startled by the sudden interruption, Dean whipped around,  the arrow released from where it was nocked, hitting Castiel square into his chest. Before he could even react, a second followed by a third engulfed Cas in a powder of blue.

“If you children are quite finished,” he huffed, dusting the powder off himself, “my liege, you have a visitor. Something about a poisonous toad needing collecting?”

Dean fired one more arrow before stalking towards Castiel, “it better not be a waste of my time. My brother and I are training.” 

“Training for a lost cause if you ask me, Sir,” Crowley says, observing the body language of his employer. “For all, we know the Princess is dead as well, just like her father. God rest his soul.” He adds, making the sign of the cross. 

Sam’s head turned quickly at the Butler’s words echoed in his ear. Eyes flashed in anger, rushing over towards the pair. “Take it back! You don’t get to talk about Odette like that!”

“Forgive me, Samuel. However, I truly believe this to be a fool's errand,” Crowley says, standing closer to the trio gathered in the middle of the courtyard.

“I will find her, Crowley,” the younger prince declared, “I have to find her.”

Shaking his head, Dean followed Castiel inside to handle the visitor.

Needing an actual outlet for his anger, Sam walked with a fast pace over to the stables. The staff tended to the horses, but Sam usually liked taking care of his mare. It gave him a sense of responsibility. 

Sam’s mare, Onyx, was a beautiful black Friesian. Her height was just above 18 hands, given his six foot four stature, she was just as tall as he was. Sam was okay with that though. Grabbing a body brush, Sam slowly brushed out her black coat. It had become dirty from the loose dirt flying around.

Meanwhile, as the sun set on the edge of the trees in the forest, a beautiful white swan flew across the canopy. Odette had grown accustomed to the dawn and the dusk. Knowing she had to be on the lake’s surface as the moon touched it before she would become a woman again. 

As per her usual routine, Odette flew over Winchester Castle. Wondering if Sam would be looking for her. Who was she kidding? Sam only wanted to marry her for her beauty. Prince Samuel Winchester didn’t care about her.

Dusk approached, the swan moving to make her graceful descent down into the crystal colored water. “Was wondering if you were gonna be on time tonight dearie.” Rowena says, hands placed on her hips. Odette gave Rowena as much of a glare as a swan possibly could. The princess was always on time and never late. The other party that was never late was Rowena’s incompetant son Crowley. 

“Evening Mother, Odette,” he greets, giving his mother a nod of acknowledgement. Crowley’s appearances had begun to be a routine over the past week. Rowena’s son came every evening, giving Rowena the opportunity to ask her the same proposition in order to remove the curse. Marrying her son. 

Much to the annoyance of Rowena, Odette answered her the same as she had every single time she’d asked. One single word was her reply, but not the one the sorceress was looking for. 

“No.”

“Oh for the love of Dagda” She scoffed, rolling her eyes skyward. Eyes focused back on the maiden that stood before her. Hair glowing in the shimmering moonlight. “Need I remind you, I placed this curse on you, and I can just as easily reverse it. All you need to do, is agree to marry my dear Fergus. Once you're wed, I can give you all the riches a Princess could ask for.” 

“Far better than the Winchester’s that's for sure.” Crowley adds as a comment. 

“I’d rather be a swan over marrying your childish, pathetic son.” Odette snapped. 

“That can be arranged.” Rowena snapped, allowing the princess to mull over her choices.

[jaynovz]

Black Sails night with Lauren @boatsfordays

2.3

Miranda gives James Don Quixote: -Lauren starts singing the man of la mancha(1972)- “I actually hate that show”

Vane’s crew “that guy needs a shower... yeah I don’t think those are purposeful dreadlocks”

Ned Lowe talking about how Vane is the one you don’t fuck with

Lauren: thank you for noticing that I’m a bad bitch

about Vane and Eleanor “Oh he’s conflictedddd. tough pirate side doesn’t want to but lover boy side wants to win her over”

about MaxAnne sex scene re: cunnilingus “her face is uhhh not low enough for that. I mean I know it’s acting but...”

Flint and Silver going ashore “Oh is it just the two of them together on shore? ohhh this is where the ship really starts to sail huh? I seeeee” (indeeeeed)

“Max is calling Vane out how he’s simping in 4k”

Flint: He must be removed from that fort:

“ohhh boy I don’t think that’s gonna happen. and Flint doesn’t know about that other captain that’s giving her trouble that Vane is trying to fix”

James opens door to Miranda “he looks so confused lol”

“he look so young without his beard”

about Miranda “she being sus”

Hornigold: how can you stand so close to him knowing what he’s done and sooner or later you’ll be next?

Lauren: cuz he wants to fuck.

Silver: five million pieces of eight

Lauren: nah it’s ass reasons

about the fort nonsense “Flint does Not want to deal with this right now, he is so annoyed”

about Jack failing to get a new crew “just stay in the brothel, live a happy brothel life. You’re doing so well there!”

“There’s a lot of simping happening in this show. it causes ppl to make questionable decisions” (listen you’re not wrong)

about Jack and Vane public reconciliation: “Jack’s like ‘I dunno if I should be excited or terrified. I’m a little afraid of getting my heart broken, please don’t break my heart sir.’ are they gonna hug, are they gonna make out. OH THEY HUGGED IT HAPPENED”

about James “he does not look like a good kisser” (RUDE)

about Toby Stephens/Flint  “listen here’s the thing, I support him, no okay I do not support him, but like, red head solidarity. But like, I can’t. He looks like my father, that’s what my dad looks like. His like freckle situation is the same freckle situation as my dad. It’s never gonna happen” (I was fucking LOSING IT)

“Everybody wants to be at sea, why?? it’s scary”

about new low “what is going on with his teeth”

“They don’t play music on the action scenes and it makes them way scarier”

“Eleanor are you still sure this is the business you want to be in?”

“Vane def had that ‘I’m bout to get LAID’ look in his eye”

“Why does everyone want to sail?? they had a good thing goin”

“Jack needs Max to show him her ways so he can be better at sex. Jack needs a teaching session” (lmaooooooooo)

(Lauren is cheering for the MaxAnneJack ot3)

“Everyone is getting laid this episode... except for Flint” (I meannnn James got laid in the flashback)

About Flint and Silver: “Is it time for them to fuck now? I mean this is the fuck episode, everybody simping in 4k”

“I guess not... Flint is still upset that he’s stuck with Silver as his new right hand man. Silver has too much sass for him, he’s too young. Flint is not here for it” (BAHAHAHAHA Lauren’s commentary is always So Interesting)

Flint speech “is he LYING to them AGAIN. This motherfucker”

“Oh god he’s goin after Vane, this is not good, don’t do it”

“Oh Flint has nice handwriting”

about Flint and Vane “Why can’t they just be friends??” 

2.4

“I still don’t like Flint, I don’t want him to succeed. He has not done anything to make me like him.” (HARSH but I get it) 

“This is so stressful, I would not want to live this life”

MaxAnneJack morning after “many feet! they had a good time”

“More peen! they like to show his peen don’t they, that’s the second time” (this is about Jack naked LOL)

“My prediction is that Jack is going to be the key to all this, the one to devise a plan and take Flint down. Jack is my favorite character btw” 

“Yeah Vane sucks but he’s not a manipulator. He’s straightforward, you know what he’s about--super violent and kinda rash but he’s not a liar. 

But Flint is like a big time liar and manipulator (Me: so is Silver) yeah but he’s not the Captain, he’s just tryna get by, survive, make some money and maybe get his dick wet” (BAHAHAHHA that’s... not a bad summary)

“stupiddd... stupid men oh my god”

(Me: I’m really fascinated that you like Vane more than Flint, I wonder if that will change)

“Well, there’s some honor among pirates and Vane understands that and Flint does NOT”

Do you see me as the villain here? convo: “Yeah you are the villain sir. but it’s okay he wants to fuck the villain. Sorry... I just like viewing everything through a horny lens” (pffffft eyes emoji)

“I like this trio. I want them all to be happy and I want them to succeed more than anyone” (about MaxAnneJack)

“His hair is so curly and clean wtf”

“Jack has so many conflicted feelings about Max, I mean I don’t blame him. She’s fuckin his girl but also she’s helping him.” 

about Alfred Hamilton, “-sarcastic- well doesn’t he look like a pleasant person”

‘James is like ‘don’t do it ho don’t do it’ and Thomas is like ‘I did it’ ” (about Thomas telling his dad about the pardons)

“I mean... I agree with him too but it’s not gonna go well” (about James talking shit at Alfred Hamilton)

About shelling the fort “Flint listen to Mr. Scott, he’s right. You better back down sir but I know you’re not going to... oh god, he can’t. oh godddddd”

--

Lauren’s larger thoughts right now:

“Okay okay so Flint and Silver are both manipulators, but they’re in different ways right?”

“Okay so we know what’s up with Silver right? He wants to get rich, he’s not a man in power, he’s just the cook, he’s not responsible for the good of the crew. Okay he has some power but it’s subtle. He wants to get his money and get out. And I can sort of like... I get that, that’s forgivable to me. He’s a sneaky little shit who’s going to keep doing sneaky little shit things.”

“But FLINT. He’s in power, he has so much responsibility, and he’s using his crew for his own purposes. He’s like, lying to them constantly and using them and he killed his best friend. It’s really shitty, like way shittier to me. He’s so like... dishonorable.”

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hii! Can I request a male marvel and harry potter (golden trio or marauders era please) ship/matchup if you’re still doing them?

I am 5’7”, cancer, Slytherin, ENTP, enneagram type 8, very thin body type (i got nothing😭) hecking pale, brown hair and red highlights, and hazel eyes that change color. My main traits are chaotic, sassy, sarcastic, dramatic, and according to people I know, mean af. I’m a straight female and a raging feminist. I am secretly touch-starved and a hopeless romantic. I am pretty social but love being alone to have time to myself for reading, writing, drawing, playing video games, and listening to music. Some of my worst traits are selfishness, stubbornness, and jealousy. Some of my good traits are my intelligence, logical thinking, creativity, and humor I guess. My strongest emotions are rage and excitement. I am Pagan/Wiccan and have an unhealthy obsession with collecting rocks and shells (and reading fanfics but let’s not worry about that🥴) I’m Moldovan and Romanian is my first language. I get like either no sleep or sleep until noon and I’m a big over-thinker and have anxiety. Believe me or not, but I can in fact see auras (if I concentrate but also sorta unfocus my eyes kinda; it’s weird) I’m a pretty chill person but if you anger or provoke me the only advice I have is to run🙂

Well that was a mess. I hope it was good enough, no rush!

Some sparkle for you✨✨✨

Oh lord!!! Let me send sparkles back!✨✨✨🥺

For Harry Potter, I can see you with Sirius Black!!

First of all, when he initially notices that you are in Slytherin and he is in Gryffindor, he is hesitant. You might be super attractive to him with your eyes with a magic of their own, your thing body that looked amazing in the robes and clothes you chose, and especially with your skin and hair, but he tried to resist it.

It was when he found you in the library listening to music somehow on a muggle device that curiosity got him.

But your chaos and sass as you got over the House rivalry deal made him fall. In one of your later years (this is a slow burn, I know), you sassed off a jerk doing something awful in the hallway. And that was the moment he decided he wanted to kiss you.

So one evening, he asked you out. And you had your first kiss as a couple on a winter’s evening, as the snow trickled down. You turned red and your breathing almost stopped. You were so unused to physical touch and you explained that to him. He understood.

Sirius would cuddle you all the time, holding your hand-just to make you smile. When you have trouble falling asleep, he will plop you on the couch and you will write and draw and cuddle until you snooze away.

When he finds out about the auras thing, he asks you about his. He then has you look at the auras for everyone else and he stands amazed. He brags about you to the Marauders and even they are shook (tm).

Plus even beyond school, both of you are the Chaotic, cute couple. You dress in silly costumes and laugh a lot. Even if you stay up late goofing off, he will still dance you around the room and kiss you like that love struck Gryffindor boy from years ago.

For Marvel, I thought of a couple guys, but my gut is telling who it should be and I trust it, for Marvel, I ship you with...

Loki Laufreyson!!! (however you spell that last name!)

hahahahha after that season finale he needs someone really nice to get with after he gets some therapy after those events hahhahahah hahahahha *distant crying* 

Anyways, but both of you sound very similar. Plenty of chaos and sass in your personalities. When he comes up with a prank, you just...roll around with it. Then you go to him (if you are a Midguardian, let’s say you hang around the Avengers somehow and get to meet him through Thor) and go “hey...can you do this?” So you wind up becoming a prank duo.

But the thing that is different is that you don’t put up with his bullshit. He got an asshole idea, and the second you found out you pulled him out of it with a tug on the ear (you’re tall for a woman, but he is still pretty big next to you) and he goes “OW, what was that for?” 

“Don’t you realize what this is doing?! Stop it, now!” you insist, and he does. Because he respects your anger and your strength.

And it struck him that he was moved. Moved by a mere mortal...and in fact, he keeps trying to be a better man, er, Frost giant/demi-god...because you make him want to be better. Cut to Thor finding a pile of self-help books on Asguard and his brother walking around with one in his nose.

But he is surprisingly sweet with your anxiety. When you have an attack when he’s around, he takes your hand and shushes you. He even uses a bit of magic to conjure something relaxing, like rain or the odd mug of tea.

Thor ships it too. So finally he sets you up by tossing his hands in the air when you are together and says “Loki, you love her, and she’s crazy about you-court already before I shove you both together, dammit!” (he was never one for subtlety) while pushing you two close as if to kiss or dance while you both blush. Publicly admitting your feelings with the god of thunder watching.

Although being a mortal dating a god had its odd challenges. Like, having him turn into a fly so your friends or family wouldn’t catch him in your room. Or dealing with Odin and Frigga at the dinner table. Both of you learned so much about the other’s lives that you could respect each other.

Plus, being a god and having access to knowledge around the world, he would be able to talk with you in Romanian. Calling you all sorts of sweet pet names like iubi or sufletel.

[iwantitiwriteit]

Slow Burn: Act I - Part 6

The Museum

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: You and Chris enjoy a day at the museum as the first act of your newfound clean slate.

Warnings: pure Fluff for once, the usual silly antics

Notes: Back to our regularly scheduled fanfic-ing. Hope y’all didn’t mid that mid-series break; I literally forgot how to write. But it was fun getting back in the groove of fluff! P.S. I miss museums. Read the previous part here and check this part’s moodboard + music.

Chris’ pace is quick as he walks the city sidewalk, evading puddles in his path. Sprinkling now, he doesn’t want to test his luck walking leisurely as he normally would. Normally, he’d take the time to gawk at the beauty and bustle of his city. But not today.

Today is a rainy Monday in Boston, perfect for your indoor date. Except, this is not a date. That’s what Chris told himself. That’s what he told his friend and brother… then himself again, especially now as a reminder to slow down his increasingly speeding heartbeat with each step. He’s only late for a friendly hang out with you, not for a date. 

“Chris! Slow down!” Chris’ mother yelled from behind him. Oh yeah, and Ma. He stopped momentarily for Lisa to catch up. With a smile, he offered his mother his arm to take, and they walked together at a more acceptable pace to their destination. “Well somebody’s eager to see a certain somebody else,” Lisa teased, her son’s nervous and excited energy not going unnoticed by her maternal eye.

“Just… just don’t want to miss any part of the tour, is all,” he says, ears tipped red.

“Uh-huh…”

A few more paces, and the mother-son pair arrived at the MassArt Art Museum. Inside, they’re greeted by high ceilings and white walls like blank canvases. Grandiose, multi textured sculptures add a plethora of color to the space, some stand tall from the floors, others hang low and ceilings. The bright colors and lights could easily make you forget the dreary Fall day outside, the inside of the museum matching the inside of Chris’ chest.

Chris is shrugging off his raincoat when his mother goes to check them in. “She’s probably already in the crowd over there,” she points in the direction of a large group. “Go ahead and look for her; I’ll find you in a bit.”

The tour group with a median age of about 78 is already eagerly gathered in the lobby around a museum tour guide. Chris scans the crowd, large than he anticipated, probably about 100 if he were to guess, but can’t seem to spot you. He decides to remain in the back of the group, figuring he’ll find you once the tour gets moving. Chris tunes into the addressing tour guide for the time being.

“Once we’re in the exhibit, I want everyone to remember…”

“On your left.”

Chris side-glances down to his left side to be met by your profile staring straight ahead in the same direction he was just a moment ago. He took in your kinky-curly fro, a little shrunken and and slightly frizzed than usual because of the humidity, but it worked for you. Your face is fresh and free of makeup, a look you seemed to like to sport, and he thinks to himself that he likes it on you, too. After a moment of no response from Chris, your eyes flutter up to him. He’s met with your smirking face, but you then turn your attention back to the tour guide. You both pretend to listen.

“Really? ‘On your left?’” Chris finally says.

“What’s the matter? Captain Amer—“

“Shhshsh!” Chris hovers his thick pointer fingers, over yours and his mouths to signal you to stop your thought.

You brought your chin all the way into your neck as a natural instinct to retreat the offending phalange in your face. You push his hand out of the way before harshly whispering. “You gotta not!”

“YOU gotta not!” He harshly whispers back. You quirk your brow and slightly roll your neck at him. In a less anxious whisper he says, “Keeping a low profile, thank you.” Then it all makes sense. The cap, the hoodie, the shrunken stature and a standing in the back.

“Oh… my bad.” You deflate, once again returning your gaze to the speaking tour guide. You truly hadn’t thought of the repercussions of mentioning his Marvel movie moniker.

You’ve not had to deal with that level of notoriety… not yet, anyway. The level where a blown cover in public could mean the dissension of fans and paps alike. The level where you needed a cover in the first place. Sure, you get recognized every now and again, but you’re by no means at mega star, shades and hoodies, constantly looking over your shoulder status.

And you loved that. You could sympathize with Chris. You’ve seen how crazy it can get, and it definitely is worth protecting yourself from.

Chris has been trying to keep his attention ahead, but he glances at you every few seconds. He senses the air around you change. There’s a ballet of expressions dancing across your face. You knitted your brows together, released and raised them, with your eyes and lips following suit in similarly stressed movements and shapes. You’re deep in thought.

“You alright over there? Museum guidelines aren’t that moving.”

“I really didn’t mean anything by it. I just was trying to poke fun at you, not blow up your spot.”

Chris sighs and smiles at your sentiment. “It’s alright,” He bumps your shoulder when he sees you’re still distraught. He gets a smile out of you. “Hey, you know what would help? If you stopped staring at me. Would draw less attention.”

“Uh, puh-lease! You wish I was staring. Nice try at projecting, though.”

Chris quirked a confused brow, turning to you. “What do you mean?”

“I mean what took you so long to answer me a minute ago?” Shit, Chris thought. “That’s what I thought,” you sassed.

“I wasn’t staring at you per say. There’s a lil somethin’ in your hair…”

“What? What is it?!” You delicately touch around your curls searching for the offending object.

“Here lemme help,” Chris says as he stands to his full height over you. You look up at him with those darling eyes of yours, and he looks down at you, breath caught in his throat. Just a second later, he comes back to earth as he’s plucking something weightless from your hair. He slowly brings his hand down from your head to show you what he’s retrieved. “It’s just a little… piece… of stupid,” and he boops your nose.

“You know what!” You say in a loud whisper while you enjoy hitting his arm as retaliation.

Chris feigns hurt with a gasp. “That was mean,” he’s pouting trying to suppress his smile. He pokes out his elbow towards you. “Kiss it, make it better.”

“Ugh!” You shove him away, turning your head away from him, biting back your smile. You're failing miserably when you look back to him, and he’s wearing a boyish grin himself. “You are absolutely—“

“SHHHHH!!!!” You jump and Chris clutches his chest, both of you wide-eyed and taken aback by an old man that’s turned around to shush you two.“If you two are gonna flirt, do it quietly!”

You and Chris start to stumble over your words while talking over each other.

“No, whaaa? Flirt… Huh?”

“We weren’t, like…”

“Yeah, that’s not— um…”

“Totally not what’s—“

“Not like this is a date,” Chris blurts out with a nervous chuckle then freezes in place. It’s one of those *unfortunate* moments when his mouth moved faster than his brain. He stares straight ahead, not daring to look at you. If he had, he would have seen you had a matching stunned look from his blab.

“They’re sorry, Mr. Abara,” you both feel a hand on your shoulders as Lisa comes up behind you to intervene.“They’ll be on their best behavior from here on out, right?” She nods in a prompting manner, you and Chris following her lead.

“We’re sorry,” You mumble.

“It was her fault…” Chris says, earning him smack on the shoulder from his mom. “What?! It was!”

Mr. Abara turns around with a ‘hmph’, causing you and Chris giggle like teenagers at the grumpy old man. Lisa clears her throat and you and Chris straighten up.

“You two can’t help but draw attention to yourselves, huh?”

Before either of you could refute, the tour guide is ushering your group to the showroom for your day at the museum to really begin.

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The exhibition was amazing to say the least. You’d never heard of the artist before, but you were astounded by her unique use of color, texture, and light in her work. And she was a sista? You were definitely going to keep her in mind for upcoming projects you had.

However incredible the artwork was, you’re not too sure how it compared to the entertainment that was the social show.

Your trio strolled together, taking in the majesty of the first few pieces. After a while Chris starts to linger behind you and Lisa for a bit. He admires the way you and his mom get along, walking arm-in-arm looking at the art.

The tour guide has everyone gather around a specific piece. “This one is my absolute favorite! It’s called ‘Mother Earth’. Do be shy; you can get close, but do not touch.”

When you step up to the piece, Chris is also does from the other side. He smiles and offers a quaint wave as if it’s your first time meeting. You reciprocate, and both proceed to lean in to the art for inspection.

“Wow,” you say as you marvel at the depth of blackness that outlines gaps for open air to breeze through. The piece has incredible curvature that makes the inanimate object look as if it were ready to continue dancing any minute now. All it needed was the right song or magic words to bring it back to life. You move around the pedestal to look at it’s other sides, Chris moving at the same rate across from you, equally as intrigued. There’s glints of gold, silver, emerald, and jade that add to its enchantment. “You ever see something so mysterious and beautiful and wonder, ‘Where did you come from?’”

“Yeah,” you move slightly, and your now eye to eye with Chris through one of the spaces within the sculpture. His Cerulean orbs pierce through to you thoughtfully, endearingly, making you wonder what he is thinking. “Yeah, I have.” Surely he’s not talking about…

“Alright people!” The tour guide shouts with a clap. “Let’s keep it moving!”

You stand up straight, while Chris glides over to you, hands his pockets, bouncing on his toes. You both have found the ground to be particularly interesting as you walk alongside each other to view the next piece of art. Standing before it, there’s not much of intellect input you can give with Chris’ presence fuzzing your brain. The silence is kind of enjoyable between you two, though. The pressure to fill the air with witty quips is at bay at this moment, and it's nice.

After a while, you both tentatively turn towards each other. Chris goes to say something, you’re sure it’ll be his analysis of what the artist’s intent is, but he doesn’t start his thought. Instead, his arm is being linked by some elderly woman.

“Uh, hello?”

“Hiya, Handsome,” she purrs, causing Chris to chuckle and rub the back of his neck. She leans her head on his shoulder and places her free, wrinkly hand on his chest. “So tell me what you think of this piece?” She says coyly.

“Umm…” Chris looks at you for help, but you are none. You just smirk and motion your head towards the art, urging him to answer her question. “Well, I think it’s speaking to the unique experience and intersectionality of being both black and a woman in the Diaspora. There are nods to the many hardships, horror, and passed down trauma that black women have and continue to endure, yet it so often turn into the most beautiful fruit, works worthy of high regard and praise by graceful, powerful women who are also deserving of such, tenfold.”

“Wow…” you and the ogling old-timer say simultaneously. He shyly looks at the ground and you shake off the spell of his summation. I’m not REALLY about to give this man points for stating basic YET ignored facts, am I? I’ll put a pin in this, but damn will I look at him differently.

“Y’know,” Chris’ amorous aged arm-candy starts, “I love a man who knows some BIG words and is not afraid to use ‘em!” she punctuates with a growl.

It takes everything in you not to laugh at Chris’ bugged out eyes and rosy face. You think you might’ve even seen a drop of sweat form on his brow. “Oh, okay…” he says as he tries to subtly pry the woman off of him. He looks to you for salvation again, but you’re already making your way to the next piece, waving at Chris over your shoulder, “I’ll leave y’all to it,” you laugh.

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The tour’s come to an end and museum goers are starting to trickle out, some staying for the cheap hors d’oeuvres that are laid out. Chris managed to get his new lady friend off of him (might or might not have taken a few minutes of hiding in the bathroom), and he’s now flicking through his pictures of the day on his phone. There’s some of you and his mom smiling nicely at one another, him taking selfies with some of the work he considers posting later to shout out the artist, and some blurry ones of you, Chris, and Lisa, taken by a shakey hand museum goer.

The pictures that stop his swift swiping are of you admiring paintings on the wall. There’s nothing particularly special about these paintings; they were in the Baroque hall outside of the featured exhibit. You however, are thee something special. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but the way you fill the frame and effortlessly draw him in is magical to him. His favorite one from the set is the one with your back to the camera. Your silhouette has become iconic to him; standing out amongst the tired and basic. Holding your own in his brain.

“Just go talk to her. It’s better— less creepy— than staring at her picture.” Chris looks to his side to find Mr. Abara walking by extremely slowly passed.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Abara. Like I said before, it’s not—“

“What’re you scared, son?”

“Um… no, it’s… it’s just not like that.”

“Not like what?”

“Not… not like that,”

Mr. Abara nods slowly. “Sure it’s not.” Chris is thinks he hears Mr. Abara mumble something about not being born yesterday, but he’s already walking in your direction at the snack table.

When he arrives, you’re picking through the repulsive options. “Why the hell would they find this acceptable to give to old people?” You mumble under your breath. “I get their on they’re way out, but—”

“Talking to ourselves, are we?” Chris speaks up, causing you to yelp and jump out of your skin. His booming laugh and your screech cause some of the older museum goers to give you to the stank eye. “Oops, might’ve given some of ‘em a heart attack.”

“Might’ve given me a heart attack!”

“I realized something,” Chris changes the subject, picking up a grape to eat.

You sigh as your heart rate comes down. “What’s that?”

“That this is the first time we’re seeing each other in the daytime and without alcohol in our systems.”

You ponder on it for a second, “Really?” you question him and he nods.

“Huh, that’s… that’s a damn shame,” you laugh a little, and he does too.

“Sure is,” he agrees, popping another grape into his mouth.

“So, how do you like me sober and in natural lighting?” You jokingly ask him, motioning down your figure for added dramatics.

He sizes you up, eyes languidly travelling up your frame. The heat rises to your face just as his gaze does. He locks in on your eyes for just as second longer than what would be deemed an innocent look before saying, “Eh, you’re alright I guess,” nonchalantly, while going for another grape.

You shake your head at him slowly, a smug smile creeping on to your lips. “You just don’t wanna give me my props, huh? Whatever.”

The two of you laugh and chat for a while while waiting for Lisa. You’re interrupted by someone calling Chris’ name in the distance. You thought it was Lisa at first, relieved that you could call it day because your stomach was growling. However when you and Chris looked in the voice’s direction, you were more interested in staying a little while longer.

“Ooooh Handsome!!” Chris’ aged admirer chirped across the room. She must’ve been looking for him because her eyes were squinted and she moved her head from left to right in search of her unrequited beau.

“He’s right—”

“Don’t you dare!” Chris chides, his firm tone fluttering your stomach just a little. “We gotta go!”

He’s panicking over a lustful lady twice his age and you’re amused greatly, but you had no time to appreciate it as Chris put his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the museum. “Wait, what about your mom?” You tried to protest.

“She’ll find her way!”

“There you are!” Chris’ Boomer bugaboo exclaims.

“Go! Go! Go!”

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“Well, this is my stop!” Lisa says as you all pull up to the youth theater where she works. She turns to you in the backseat. “Thank you for joining me today! Next time I’ll leave my son at home since he thinks he can leave me in the museum.”

“Hey! You didn’t see the look in that woman’s eyes! You would’ve ran like hell, too,” Chris exclaims from the driver’s seat.

“My poor baby,” Lisa pinches his cheeks as  she facetiously dotes and Chris rolls his eyes, eliciting a giggle from you. She pulls him close to her mouth to whisper something you can’t hear. You turn to look outside your window, your way of giving them privacy. 

“Are you threatening me, Ma?” You hear Chris humorously say.

“Threatening, mothering. Tomato, tahmato. Just do it. I’ll see you later, honey,” and with that Lisa leaves for work.

Chris drops his head, shaking it and laughing to himself.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Uh… my mom wants me to ask if you’d like to get some lunch. Since that museum food was shit and all.”

You arch a brow and contemplate the offer. You still weren’t so sure about hanging out with him solo. But I mean, I COULD eat.

Sensing your hesitation, Chris says, “It’s cool if… you don’t want to, I get it—“

“Sure,” you cut him off, unbuckling your seatbelt to climb over the front console to the passenger seat. You sit with a huff, and adjust your clothes. You looked over at him, and he’s got a look of slight disbelief. Unsure if it’s from you saying ‘yes’ or climbing into his front seat, you ask, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing…” he smiles at you. You look down at your lap, unable to meet his eyes. He lets his eyes linger on your shy form for a few seconds before clearing his throat, and asking, “So, uh, what kinda food do you want?”

“I’m down for anything.”

Chris amusedly huffs.“You women always say that, then when we men try to stick it in—“

“WOW, really?!” You swat at his arm and realize how buff he is because he didn’t even flinch. You try not to give in to your urge to laugh, but it’s hard when Chris is failing miserably and holding in his. You shouldn’t find it funny, but you kind of do. You let out a small laugh and roll your eyes at him. “You are absolutely childish.”

“No, not absolutely. I think I’ve prove to have some level of intellect today.” 

“If you’re talking about your dissertation earlier, verdicts still out on if you get a cookie.”

“S’long as there’s a trial,” he says with a heartwarming smile that you mirror. “And I was kidding, by the way, with the-- I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of pervert. You set it up for the joke, and I —”

“You don’t have to explain. I can take a joke.”

“Ok…cool.”

“Ok, cool,” you mimic him. “So what are we gonna eat?”

“You like pizza?”

“Who doesn’t like pizza?” you retort.

“True. Well, there’s this place, a true local staple ‘cos it’s the BEST pizza in Boston! Probably the whole world!” Gushes about this place.

“Not in the whole world!” you mock him. “Do they have vegan options?” He blinks at you. “What now?” you ask with a shrug.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re a vegan? Uggghhh!!!” Chris dramatically puts his head on the steering wheel.

You laugh at his antics. “Is that a deal breaker for you?”

He scoffs, then looks out his window, trying to avoid you seeing his cheeks turn red. You smirk to yourself knowing damn well you just made him blush. Still looking out his window at the rainy Boston day, “No real pizza place is gonna have ‘vegan options’,” he finishes with a Valley girl accent.

“First of all, it’s scary how good you are at that voice, and secondly, I beg to differ! You’ve clearly never been to Mellow Mushroom. Best pizza there is, AND there’s vegan options. I mean what did you get up to when you were in Atlanta?”

“Oh sweethaht,” he stresses his Boston accent, “you’re not ready for those stories…” he chuckles looking at you sideways through his lashes with a smirk, hoping you’d get the joke. He finds you trying to suppress a laugh, shaking your head then turning to look out the windshield, make him laugh in that mischievous way you’ve come to be fond of

“I know a place we could go to eat” you offer.

“Yeah? What kind of food?”

“Um… I don’t think I’ll tell you. It’s a surprise.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a ‘surprise’ kind of mood.”

You put the address in his car’s built in GPS, and you guys are on your way to lunch. But just before he pulls off, he looks at you with that boyish smile of his and sparkling blue eyes. You were re-applying your lip gloss in his overhead mirror. You turned mid-gloss glide, the wand still on your bottom lip. “What now?!”

Chris' gaze lingers on your lips before he looks up to your own sparkling eyes. “Nothing…” he said though you knew it was something; your heart didn’t flutter delightfully for no reason. “Nothing at all.”

Part 7 coming soon! What’d you think?

[mysterious-prophetess]

Review: Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves

It’s finally out in my region so I was finally able to get my hands on it to watch without risking my computer.

Not that I would resort to such....less-than-legal means... <.<

Anyway, I’m glad I did buy it officially. It was every bit as cute as I thought it would be after I saw the new round of trailers and comments by others on tumblr. 

I’ll give my spoiler free thoughts now and go into more details under a read more.

So first, I have to compliment the animation. It is so beautiful. The characters all looked great and none of them looked uncanny at all. My favorite character design of the humans was Snow sans shoes, but Merlin in his normal form is a close second. It’s their eyes. 

My favorite non-human character design was the magic mirror. 

The magic effects were also nicely done.

The plot’s pacing was decent. There were times where it almost felt like they had built in commercial breaks for an eventual network airing from how some parts would cut to black and start a new scene. It wasn’t often and it didn’t really detract from the film. 

The characters were all consistent and Snow White/Red Shoes was down right relatable for me. Merlin and the other six Princes were fun and played off one another, though the trio of Pino Noki Kio almost felt like they didn’t need to be three characters since they never acted independent of one another. Whereas Jack, Hans, Arthur, and Merlin all had their own distinct personalities.

Even the Evil Queen had some good moments. 

Prince Average felt like an after thought.

The moral of the story, while done before and nearly to death, was given a fresh spin in this film. 

Over all this film is charming and the marketing team that screwed them over with the fat-shaming like ad campaign should never be hired by these guys ever again. There is no fat shaming in this film directed at Snow White/Red Shoes. 

The lesson is instead a good one. 

I heartily recommend people watch this movie. There are some semi-Shrek like elements on occasion (like out of place pop culture references) but overall the film has its own identity. 

Another nitpick aside from the weird commercial breaks that kept seeming to happen and that’s the over use of the movie’s main pop song. I liked it the first time but after a few other reuses it started to get a little stale. 

Otherwise I loved the music of the film. 

Snow White’s journey was one that I loved. She had one mission and one mission only: find her father. In fact her desire to be herself contradicted the shoes magic. She was perfectly happy as her normal self and not the magic enhanced version the shoes transformed her into. That’s a powerful message to send to girls who aren’t skinny or traditionally pretty. Though, Snow White is down right adorable as her true self.

I also liked that the perfectly pretty form wasn’t something Snow White necessarily liked but was willing to use to her advantage to help find her father. I also liked that it had drawbacks as Snow White in her normal state was actually a physically strong woman but as a dainty pretty girl all that strength she had and liked having was gone. Furthermore, the movie showed that Snow White was decently athletic as her real self, which was a refreshing take for a heavier character. Large doesn’t equal flabby, weak, or out-of-shape. 

Snow White’s struggles with taking off the magical shoes were reflective of the times where she got insecure about herself. Despite loving who she was, she did sometimes accept the pretty dainty form because of how much nicer people were. 

The Magic Mirror was surprised she could even take them off because it meant there was something she wanted more than being pretty. The first time, at Risky Rock in the Fearsome Seven’s house, it was her desire to be herself. In the alleyway, it was a desire to escape the goons. In the river it was her desire to save Merlin. Yet, whenever she wanted to take them off other times, things had happened to make her hesitate on giving up the conventionally pretty form that had made it so others would help her.

As someone who is not conventionally pretty and definitely not skinny, I really empathized with Snow White about this. 

On no occasion was Snow’s true self ever treated like a joke. There was the scene after she’d taken the shoes off where guards were harassing her where it almost looked like Merlin and Arthur would ignore her peril because she wasn’t her Red Shoes form, but Merlin came back and helped her.  He was even kind of nice to her. 

Never even when Merlin finds out about the shoes versus her real form does he call her ugly or make comments about her weight despite being still kind of fighting his own ego while learning the lesson at this point. 

Speaking of Merlin (and the others of the F7). 

Merlin being the main male protagonist does get the most screen time. Arthur get the second most. Then Hans and Jack, and then the Pinocchio Trio. 

At first their dynamics were all clashing and Arthur seemed like a bully and Merlin seemed like a very shallow impulsive jerk. Let’s be clear, all the guys are shallow. Even the trio who are more obsessed with their inventions half the movie. It’s what got them cursed by the fairy princess in the first place. Considering it was a fairy they pissed off, being turned into green dwarves when anyone (who isn’t a magical creature) looks at them was actually getting off mild. 

I was surprised that each Prince actually has to break their curses one at-a-time. It’s not a “break the curse for one and you save all” which was a new take on a collectively applied curse. Which was why they were every-dwarf-for-them-selves when it came to trying to woo “Red Shoes” and get a kiss from her. 

Merlin’s character journey was one that is usually reserved for the curse breaker in fairy tale movies where a curse indeed is in play. In that he was the one who had to learn to look past appearances. I love that Snow White calls him out on that at one point in the movie too. 

Merlin learning to let go of his obsession with looks (his own included) was what allowed him to see Snow White as the most beautiful woman in the world (in his eyes) which was what let her second kiss at the end break his curse. Because he saw her inner beauty which mattered more than any physical appearance she had.

The characters grew and them ending up together at the end felt natural and not forced because the time they spent together always felt like they had chemistry which is hard to pull off.

Moving on to other things: Regina, Magic Mirror, and Average. 

Honestly? Average felt like a real waste of time. It was through his lines we got the most Shrek-like throw-away references, it was he who had the least impact on the plot, and he who could have been written out of the flick almost all together. Yeah, Merlin recognizing his tree-i-fied form did hint at what Regina had done to others (and it was after he and his two not-the-Stabbington-brothers-goons became evil ents that I figured out King White was that wood bunny because it was large and cute and that was the White Family’s designs overall). 

Average was a throw away character. In many ways he wasn’t even mediocre let alone average. 

The worst thing about him is he can be easily written out of the movie. 

As the stepmother of Snow White, Regina is queen of the kingdom and all the scenes where soldiers go after Snow White and the F7 could have been her sending people to do her dirty work to spare her magic usage. 

Average’s two goombas? Hired thugs who’d never seen Snow White before. Take him out, shuffle a few things around, make a captain character be his replacement in the attack on Risky Rock scene, and nothing of value would be lost in his removal. Average is the film’s only major mistake. He was a dead end that could have been easily written around and the screen time would have been better spent on Snow White and the F7 or maybe fleshing out Regina a little more.

Magic Mirror and Regina both played well off one another. Patrick Warburton as any character will always be an excellent casting choice. 

Regina’s schemes made sense from a shallow perspective. 

I saw someone compare her to Mother Goethel from Tangeled  in a youtube comment on one of the trailers and kinda? 

They had the same sort of vanity-wanting to keep their youth and maintain their beauty-and their penchant for cloaks was the same but, Regina to me....was more like Mother Goethel and Triss Marigold from Witcher 3′s fusion. Her younger form reminded me WAY more of Triss than Goethel as did her gown. Plus, it’s canonic in the Witcher-verse that sorceresses use magic to keep young. Also, she’s not the first evil queen of a Snow White retelling to even be obsessed with youth to the point she goes to extreme lengths to maintain it. See Snow White and the Huntsman’s queen. 

Regina stands out as her own character despite sharing a name and role with Regina of Once Upon a Time. She’s ruthless, and able to manipulate others with either her words or illusionary magic (though it costs her like the witches from Stardust). She’s also absolutely cold. She just kind of falls flat compared to the Magic Mirror.

No offense to the voice actress or the writers, but up against Patrick Warburton’s Magic Mirror/tree character, Regina is a little less memorable to me. He has more sass and more pure threat to him than Regina does. Sure, she has magic that can turn people into strange tree monsters, but it’s the mirror that gives the F7 the most trouble throughout the movie, and they fought off something that looked to be a whole platoon of guards/soldiers armed with heavy artillery (canons). Granted, it was a close call that relied on their wits and other skills, but they still had less trouble with that fight than they did against Magic Mirror. 

Some More Things:

The humor was nearly overplayed but they managed to tow the line between going too far and just right.  Mostly this was seen with the F7 and their attempts to get Snow White to kiss them and break their spells, especially Arthur. 

They did give him more of a character beyond loud bully, which was that he had a sensitive side and a lot of pride (which was easily bruised). In fact, only he and Merlin felt like they had characterizations compared to the other five. Hans was obsessed with cooking and Jack with jewels and the trio with tech but that’s all they got beyond having their friends’ backs whenever it really mattered and being awesome badasses. Since these other five were mostly side characters, this is more of a nitpick than an actual problem since the film was setting up Arthur vs Merlin for Snow White’s affections. 

The fact that Snow White brushes all the attempts of flirting off so easily was very amusing to me and a nice way of showing how she was focused on finding her missing father throughout the whole film (despite the fact that she had already found him). Hilariously, in hindsight, she really had seen him in the woods. If she’d been herself, who knows if he’d have even attacked her.

Finally, I’ll end on what had seemed like an inconsistency but now I realize is a loophole because the fae have those in everything. The guys have to be alone or have the person they’re with close their eyes to be their true selves, except Merlin is still his true form even though he’s not alone with the Magic Mirror or the wood rabbit/King, or the three wood bears/children. 

Turns out, once I thought about it, the fairy’s curse was if “people looked at them” which meant, the ones doing the looking had to be people and the wood creatures-despite formerly being people-were considered to be people no longer. The Mirror was probably never a person, which mean he’d never counted as a part of “people” so he could look all he wanted (which was his thing as a mirror). It’s an interesting loophole. 

Long story short, I really enjoyed this film. It was very cute and it was done so dirty by its marketing three years ago. 

Good film. Good messages. Go watch it! It’s not like we’ve anything ELSE to do at the moment (and it’s not like there are any other worthwhile films coming out right now). Support this film, and this studio.

[j-mysticalien]

🔫 the oc content, hand it over /lh

you don’t have to if u don’t want to lol I just saw you said something about ocs and 👀 I am interested

FIRST OF ALL 🥺🥺🥺

SECOND OF ALL OKAY OKAY HERE TAKE IT 

(I ended up dumping a lot ... I saw the opportunity and ran with it I didn’t mean to oops)

These guys have been in my head for y e a r s and even though I'll abandon them for months at a time, there are plot points I've forgotten, it’s very very unfinished, and clearly influenced by my freshman year interests, they're some of my favorites to imagine and write like every time I do a picrew chain or something I make them too for myself okay okay-

So. Exposition. For ages the demons and dark things have slipped between the veil and into the world. As evil rises, so do those who stand against it. In some parts of the world The Order was established not to eradicate or wage war against the demons, just to keep everything in their proper dimensions and destroy those who refuse. Members of the Order work in groups with assigned roles, often passed down generations. 1: trained in the physical aspects of fighting creatures, they have the unique and mysterious ability to survive in the other dimension-at least better than the average mortal. 2, “Alchemist”: Usually a witch, human descendant of a magical being, or a particularly skilled mortal even. they provide the magical aid since the other cannot perform magic themselves. (Though Witches tend to form their own communities or work with the demon realm which historically has caused tensions) While fewer and well hidden, this secret society guards the mortal realm to this day... 

There’s a small, quiet town in the northeast. Nothing much happens- the power may go out or the weather may turn within seconds and figures may appear and shift into the shadows but it all turns out fine eventually. Nothing to worry about. But those who know a  little too much know where to go when things need to be taken care off. Bloom’s Florist and Garden Shop, a sweet little store in the middle of town staffed by the owner’s two teenaged kids. They’ve got a lovely selection of flowers and herbs. If you hear noises from their basement, best to ignore it. If you see the kids sprinting down the street, best to stay out of their way. If they tell you to avoid the woods one night, you listen...

OCS MY BELOVED HERE THEY ARE

 Dante Achilles Sindweller. He is type 1.  He’s tall, thin but muscular, almost dangerously pale. His hair is blue, eyes blue though they sometimes look red. Riddles with piercings and pale scars. Cocky bastard but well deserved. Friendly and deadly all at once. He’s good at what he does and is always up for a challenge. Low key high key losing his sense of humanity. You see actually being in the demon dimension is draining because of the pure chaos of it but returning to reality is rough too. Because of the hunter’s ability (I’m pretty sure they have this ability bc the og demon hunters secretly fucked a bunch of demons so Hunters have demon blood and cannot “die” in the hell dimension but idfk at this point) they can adapt to the word with a combination of demonic attributes and idealized forms that disappear when he gets back. So um the mental toll is very much a thing that he hides very well...at least at first. He doesn’t actually have to travel too often thought, just during emergencies and later he genuinely visits some chill demon friends there.

Cordelia Emerys Bloom, “Cordie”. 5′2″, dark brown skin, black hair she keeps in two short braids, round rimmed glasses. She’s the alchemist. a few of her far off ancestors were fae. Her own magical battery is low so she’s become skilled in working with. potions and magical plants. She’s the most serious member. of the trio. She knows the job, she has a rhythm, she doesn’t like change. This group had three braincells and 90% of the time she has all of them. She likes her plants, her books, and Dante. She’s a little high strung and stubborn but she’s clever, intelligent, and really warm person once you get past her shields. She grew up way too fast and with all her adult figures gone, Dante slowly slipping (though she denies it to the point where Alice bright it up and they didn’t talk for a week), and this irritation turned fear that Alice’s presence is temporary leaves her with some issues but it’s okay im determined to let her be happy, she just has to let herself accept happiness.

Alice Barnet. A witch. Thick, bright red  hair, hazel/ blue eyes. Absolutely stunning. and a fashion icon. She moved to attend to uppity private school right outside of town. She stumbled upon the shop and immediately sensed the great power hidden in there. So she just walked in- because of the dimensional portal not because the girl at the register she saw through the window was so pretty what are you talking about it was witch instinct only- and announced herself and offered her services. She’s a flirt, though a sincere one. She projects a confident, fun vibes even if she doesn't actually feel it. Fake it until you make it I guess. Coffee addict will memorize your birth chart, Starbucks order, and all the little behavioral things. Most of my early drabbles with her involve her sitting on Cordie’s desk sipping her iced coffee while Cordie is like “how tf did you get in here” “good question. Better one: they didn’t have the black tea you like is green okay?” She actually is part of an informal coven but that’s a whole side story with its own cast of characters I haven’t touched in ages

Dynamics dynamics so Cordie and Dante are siblings in all but blood, they’ve been together for almost their entire lives. (Cordie’s parents are almost always away-either on Order business or just vibing idk they’re cool though. Dante’s parents are dead but only Dante himself seems to know that-Something about demon blood and dimension hopping doesn’t let their kind live long) They’re really close. If they met at this point in life they probably would never have been friends and Cordie probably would despise him but as they are they love each other and *know* each other. Technically Dante is older but Cordie is the eldest sister of the relationship.

The two of them have opposite reactions when Alice enters their life. (This entrance is one of the few *full* scenes I actually wrote down) Dante is allured-not by her but by the potential adventure she represents. She states her case and he’s like oh this’ll be interesting. They become best friends almost instantly. Their sass, confidence, and more adventurous sides click harmoniously- much of the time to Cordie’s dismay. To Cordelia, Alice is something unknown, something potentially dangerous. She makes her assumptions (prissy, incompetent, entitled, inexperienced) and tolerated her. Alice has had a crush on her since day 1. She was determined to prove herself to the group and really she’d just like to get her trust and friendship at some point, gushy feelings be damned. They fall in love slowly, they learn to trust and be weak and learn to know each other and be themselves Alice is genuinely interested in all the stuff Cordie knows about the magical world and Cordie gets to try to be a person outside of that world. The recent stuff I’ve actually written down involves a lot of sleepy conversations and whispered confessions and soft touched and hhh

Some of the non-human characters

“Lady”: the ghost that haunts the basement/ Order base. She can’t really speak and isn't always visible, never fully. They don’t know who she was or why she’s there. She helps out when she can though. Might help Dante in the very end. 

All of the actual demons are off ideas. Like each deadly sin has it’s own demon (they didn’t realize some humans had grouped them together for some time but they think it’s funny, sometimes they hang out just because of that) The gang doesn't directly meet a lot of them but 

Curiosity aka “Apple” aka “Heather” aka “Bee”aka...:The spark that fuels innovation ne the spiral of a downfall. frequently visits human world, team switches between stopping them from blowing up a building to playing Mario kart together. Like he definitely causes trouble and should not keep escaping through the portal but like...he’s fun to got to the mall with. Funky Lil dude who’s there for a good time and some chaos. Changes aliases all the time.

Nostalgia aka “Honey-Lavender”: the kind that leaves the ghost of a smile on your face, the kind that drowns you in the past, the kind that makes you want to go back, or forget. mostly stays in hell. One of the demons Dante visits and is acquainted with. They lay and talk. She can be a downer but he doesn’t mind, he appreciates the company and some days she keeps him tethered to his life and sanity (on the bad says she has the opposite effect, she can’t help it)

OKAY AHAHA THATS ENOUGH OUT OF ME THERE THEY ARE THANKS

[symphonic-scream]

Next Generation - Part 2

So this is the second group of fankids, the group that discover the Magicats + the kid that features in their storyline the most

Catradora - Havara

So Havara's name is based on the Havana cat breed and Mara, which is Adora's nickname for her. Havana + Mara = Havara I guess

Havara is Adora and Catra's second child and youngest daughter. Her reference age is 17 and her birthday is February 7th

She is a magicat, with dark brown fur, hair, and tail. She has darker stripes on her cheeks, arms, back, and tail, with white tips on her ears and tail. Her finger and toe beans are a light brown and her eyes are both gold

Her hair is very thick and wavy, and she keeps it pretty long. It kinda looks like Catra's when it was longer, but Havara doesn't like it when it's a mess, so it looks well managed

She's just taller than Catra, which annoys her older sister Ari to no end

She likes to bundle up in clothes, so she wears layers of shirts and jackets, and owns a modified version of Adora's jacket without those shoulder pads with added black stripes. She wears a lot of whites, golds, browns, and bright reds

She's a little shit disturber who gets into trouble almost too easily. She gets frustrated really easily, and gets her anger out through brawling and fighting. She wants to train to be a warrior and go on as many adventures as possible. Her favourite babysitters were Glimmer and Sea Hawk

Glimbow - Gram

Gram's name comes from a legendary sword, and the metric measurement of mass

Gram is Glimmer and Bow's youngest child and his reference age is 17, and his birthday is November 6

Gram is a midtone between Now and Glimmer, with shimmery purple eyes and short, fluffy pink hair. He styles his hair to look like a cloud, and he has the same wing markings on his back as Glimmer, only his are a deep maroon. He's all gangly arms and legs, and about as clumsy and they come, and just about Bow's height

He likes to dress as formally as possible while still maximizing comfort. Sweater vests, crew neck sweaters and dress shirt combos, you name it. His prederred colours are oranges, purples, reds, and yellows

He learned some sorcery from his grandpa Micah when he was young, but read about alchemy in an old book in Mystacor and has been searching out more information on it in order to teach himself

Gram gets excited super easily and is fairly impulsive. He rushes into things under the belief that he'll just sort out what comes of it later. He gets really into debating, and acts as a diplomat for Brightmoon. His favourite babysitter was Perfuma

Seamista - Skipper "Skip"

So Skipper's name comes from the position on a ship, and also the penguin from Madagascar I guess, kinda??

Skip is Mermista and Sea Hawk's youngest child. His reference age is 17 and his birthday is July 1st

He's as dark as Mermista is, with Sea Hawk's eye shape coloured a light brown and wild dark blue hair. His hair is fairly long, long enough for him to pull it back into a messy ponytail held back by a red ribbon cut from Sea Hawk's bandana. He's only just taller than Mermista, but he seems taller thanks to his attitude

He loves to dress like the pirates he saw when he'd go on trips with his father as a child. Big, useless belts, flowy shirts, flat boots, and a deep blue jacket with a wave insignia on the back

He has no special powers, but has become extremely familiar with boats and sand surfers, ships used to travel the Crimson waste and the sandy parts of the Fright Zone that are still being repaired

He's a big ball of energy, and he never seems to slow down for anything. He does everything with a little bit of flair, a little sass, and a while lot of Salineas Style. He loves storytelling, and wants to write a big book of his own adventures one day. His favourite babysitter was Netossa

Entrapdak - Pascal

A a Pascal is the measurement of pressure, I believe? It's been a while though so don't take that to heart

Pascal is the second child of Entrapta and Hordak. They are non binary, their reference age is 16, and their birthday is July 13th

Pascal is mostly human looking, but their cheeks to their jaw is dark blue and they have the pointy clone ears. Their hair is a light purple and they keep it just below ear length, with it slicked back aside from two spiky little bang bits that frame their forehead. Their eyes are a solid purple colour

They're the same height as the Horde clones, but much thinner. They rarely stand at full height, as they're usually slouching

They wear plain, dark shirts under large grey overalls, and are rarely scene without their black lab jacket with their name engraved on the back in lavender. The jacket was a gift from their uncle Wrong Hordak

They have the ability to link their mind to someone else's, but only with the permission of the other party. They typically use it as a party line call for little missions or trips into the woods with the trio above. Pascal isn't always with their group, but they tag along the most out of anyone else

Pascal wants to know everything about the different cultures of the different Etherian kingdoms. They want to know the styles, the foods, the marriage customs, it all. Just loves being around other people and they're super excited whenever any of the other kids invites them to hang out or go on trips. Favourite babysitter was Scorpia

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So here's the second batch of my fankids. Havara, Gram and Skip are the group that find the Magicats, and Pascal just joins them a lot. More kids coming soon. Let me know what y'all think of these four while you're here?

[ilovemygaydad]

title: a-haunting we will (absolutely fucking not) go

pairings: lamp and background demus/receit/dukeceit

summary: virgil got a job at a haunted house, and he invites his boyfriends to come check it out. 

warnings: sympathetic remus and deceit, sass, a bit of swearing, pretty much panic attacks, haunted houses, hospitals are mentioned two or three times but it’s just the theme of the other part of the house, screaming, caps at the very end for a sentence, being an asshole, arguing, insults, making out is mentioned, a few kisses, contortionism, mention of blood/gore, creepy dolls, like three mild sex jokes, crying, and possibly something else

a/n: i swear this is fluff okay,,,,,,,,, anyway this is from @hiddendreamer67‘s october prompt list, which i will..... hopefully be following for the rest of the month. today’s word is “fear.” well, the first word is fear, and i’m going in order so sh

a/n 2: all fics for this list will be under the tag “#october 2019 fics”

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“I know Virge said it wasn’t that scary, but…” Patton trailed off, wringing his hands in anxiety as the three teenagers stared up at the looming figure of Gloomy Valley Haunted Hause. “I dunno, guys… This seems pretty spooky.”

With a grand flourish, Roman swept his boyfriend’s hands into his own. “Patton, darling, there’s nothing to fear so long as I, the dashing Roman Knight, am here to protect you!”

“Roman--” Logan tried to scold, but he was immediately cut off again by Roman.

“Hush, stardust! We must forge ahead towards victory!” Then, softer, he said, “And Virgil really wanted us to come visit. He says he’s got a pretty sweet costume.”

The argument--if it could even be called such--was won over as soon as Logan gave a fond eye roll. The three boyfriends made their way into the front lobby and were immediately met with the sight of Roman’s twin brother making out with his significant other.

“Ew, Remus, god, you can’t even keep it in your pants for your job?!” Roman screeched and covered his eyes.

There was a soft chuckle and some shuffling as Remus presumably slid off of DC’s lap to fix his scary makeup. “I’m on break, idiot. Plus, none of the managers ever come out to check if Dee’s actually doing the front desk job, so we can do literally whatever we want.”

Roman made a face but uncovered his eyes when he felt Logan’s hand on his shoulder. DC hadn’t even bothered to clean up the black lipstick that had been smudged around their face, but they’d moved to their perch behind the desk. They smiled innocently at Roman and said, “Welcome to Gloomy Valley Haunted House--the best haunted house in all of Blooming Valley. We offer discounts to threesomes; would you like that?”

Patton made a harsh choking sound, and Logan went bright red, but Roman simply glared daggers at his brother’s partner. “Oh, you’re very funny, DC. Have you thought of taking up being a comedian, or are you just going to live your life as a joke?”

“Are you going to become a bird? Your eyeliner is big enough for you to fly away!”

“Take it back, you son of a bi--”

“Oh my god,” Logan cut in with an exasperated sigh. “Will you two children please shut the hell up?”

DC scowled but turned back to the desk computer. “Would you like tickets for Haunted Hospital or Alice in Frightland?”

“Um, whichever one Virgil does,” Roman answered.

“Do I look like your boyfriend’s keeper?” DC snarked with an aggressive eye roll.

“Ugh, fine. Remus, do you know?”

Remus snapped his compact closed and nodded. His makeup, now in its full glory,  made him look like a possessed doll. “Yeah. He’s on the Alice side with me.”

“That one, then.”

“Three tickets for the Alice in Frightland tour,” DC said in their fakest customer service voice. “The tour starts in a half-hour. Your total is thirty dollars.”

Logan quirked an eyebrow. “It says that the tickets are only five dollars per person.”

“Yeah, and I charge a one-hundred percent idiot fee. Fork it over, Camazotz.”

“That wasn’t even a clever insult,” Logan muttered as he handed over three fives and a handful of change.

After they received their tickets, the trio sat down on the loveseat pushed into the corner of the room. Logan and Roman sat next to each other, and Patton huddled into Logan’s lap. It didn’t mind Roman that Logan was picked over him because he knew that Patton was looking to distract himself from his worry by making out, and Roman still hadn’t figured out if he even liked making out. Plus, he was completely content to curl into Logan’s side and occasionally receive a peck from either one of his boyfriends.

They were eventually called into one of the starting rooms and got a briefing on what would generally be inside. Roman appreciated that. He’d know what to look out for in case he needed to get ahold of Patton before he got too spooked.

It was pretty mild for quite a few rooms if Roman was being honest. Patton had only really been scared once, and that was because the “White Rabbit” was rather gory and creepy looking. All in all, it wasn’t that bad. 

The room that Remus worked in was about five or six rooms in, and it was… something. There were four human-sized dolls around the room, generally sitting in piles of toys or at a little tea table. All of them were completely still except for their eyes, which followed the group around wherever they went. Needless to say, it was unnerving as fuck.

They picked their way through the room slowly, carefully avoiding any misplaced toys that could be a tripping hazard; although, Logan seemed to be the only one truly worried about that. Patton was clinging on to Roman’s shirt for dear life as he glared at the actors. Roman might have found that endearing if he, too, wasn’t scared out of his mind. The room was honest to god terrifying, and Roman had already decided that he wasn’t returning to the haunted house based on the past thirty seconds alone.

But they were so close to the door--it was just a few tantalizing steps away! They were almost there, and then they would be free of this pediophobic nightmare forever.

Roman was just about to reassure his lovely, darling boyfriend that they would be okay when an actor dropped down from a hidden compartment in the ceiling and dangled right in front of them by a rope tied around their foot. The three teenagers screamed and scrabbled to grip each other in terror. The actor’s face looked extremely cracked and broken, and the leg that they weren’t being suspended from dangled lifelessly backward. Black, soulless eyes stared at them.

“Stay here and play with us,” it suddenly cooed, reaching out to grab them.

That kicked them into high gear, and they sprinted through the rest of the haunted house like madmen. They didn’t stop until they were back in the lobby, where they fell in a heap on the floor. Roman was crying, and so was Patton, and Logan seemed to have gone completely nonverbal. A family in the corner of the lobby eyed them suspiciously, but none of them cared. They were terrified. Rightfully so, Roman might add.

After a few minutes, they had all calmed down enough to move to some chairs to wait for Virgil. They were all a bit disappointed that they’d missed him in the haunted house, but the sadness was far outweighed by happiness to be out of there.

“Hey, guys!” Virgil called from behind them, and they turned to find the actor who had scared them. They stared in awe/horror for a few moments before Virgil said, “Guys?”

“Dude, what the fuck,” Roman finally exhaled.

“What? I work at a haunted house, and I’m a gymnast. What did you expect?”

It took a few tries, but Logan managed to sputter out, “You said that this h-haunted house w-was q-q-quote-unquote ‘lame.’”

“Yeah, and it is.” Virgil rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “I mean, our side is way better than the hospital--that one fucking sucks--but… it’s nothing special.”

“That is such bullshit,” Patton muttered. “I’m never taking your word for what is or isn’t scary ever again.”

“Aw, Patty, baby. Won’t you give me a kiss?” Virgil teased as he twisted himself into a bridge and scuttled towards his boyfriends.

DC’s shouts of “Will you four please get the fuck out” were barely heard over Roman screaming, “BEGONE, FOUL DEMON!”

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A knock on the door interrupted your studies. Your study partner looked at you and you shrugged as you jogged towards the door and opened it. To your surprise, your boyfriend, Rafael was on the other side. Rafael was clad in his typical uniform: a maroon Harvard hoodie and jeans. His hair was mussed, a tell tale sign that he had been stressed.

“Rafi? What are you doing here? I thought you had that big international relations paper?” You cocked your head in confusion.

“I finished my first draft,” Rafael replied with a shrug. “I figured we could go to the hall and grab some dinner.” He looked past you and saw you weren’t alone. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked nervously.

You looked at your study partner and excused yourself, stepping out into the hall and shutting the door almost completely, leaving just a small opening.

You looked at Rafael quizzically, before bursting into laughter. “Mike? Oh, we’re just studying for our property final next week.”

“Again? That’s like the third time this week. Can’t anyone else help him?” Rafael questioned, shifting his weight. He shoved his hands into his back pockets and rocked on his heels.

“Babe, it’s finals,” you reasoned.

“So, no on dinner?” Rafael ignored your reply.

You frowned, shaking your head. “No babe. I’m sorry. We’re probably going to be at it for a couple of more hours. Rain check? Tomorrow?”

Rafael swallowed hard and looked back at your study partner once more, who was going through some flash cards. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

You smiled brightly. “Thanks for understanding. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.” You pressed a kiss to his lips, but Rafael didn’t return the kiss. You could sense something was bothering him. “Babe, is everything okay?”

Rafael looked at you, his initial expression was stoic but then his face relaxed, as if all the tension just magically disappeared. “Yeah; just stressed and tired. Hungry.”

You ran your hands through his hair, down his cheeks and then to hood of his sweatshirt and tugged on the collar. “Go eat and get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Rafael nodded and kissed your cheek. “Tomorrow then.”

You smiled, before turning and ducking back into your room.

****

The following day, you and Rafael spent almost every waking moment together. You walked along the quad towards the student center, hand in hand. Whatever tension was there yesterday, was gone. Rafael seemed to be in a better mood.

As you approached the student center, Mike came into focus. “Hey y/n! Thanks for your help last night.”

“Sure thing. Oh, by the way, this is my boyfriend Rafael. Rafael, this is Mike Reddick. You sort of met him last night.”

“Hey. Nice to meet you.” Rafael greeted.

Mike nodded. “You’ve got yourself a great gal,” he acknowledged. “Really knows her stuff. Saved my ass.”

Rafael wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. “She really is. I’m a lucky guy.” His comment was clipped and you could sense the return of that awkward tension. You looked at Rafael quizzically, before returning to Mike.

“So let me know if you need anymore help, but I think you’ll be okay. I feel like you understood the materials.”

“Thanks. Oh, hey! By the way, my roommates and I are throwing a huge kegger tomorrow night. You should come. I live on 285 Third Street. Nine o’clock.”

“Awesome, we’ll be there, right Rafi?” You looked up at your boyfriend. He forced a grin. “Wouldn’t want to miss it.”

You said your goodbyes and continued on your way to the student center so you could check on your mail and grab some coffee.

***

“Jump Around” blasted on the stereo so loudly you could feel the room vibrate. You wore ripped denim shortalls with a black crop top underneath. Your hair was pulled back in a Dutch braid. Rafael wore his standard, except this time he wore a New York Yankees hoodie. You teased Rafael that he had a target on his back in the heart of Red Sox Nation.

You and Rafael made your way through the crowded house, filled with party-goers. You recognized some classmates and said hi, as you led Rafael through the sea of people. The two of you made your way to the kitchen where Mike was chugging back a beer with some other guys.

Mike’s eyes lit up as he saw you. “Hey guys! Glad you could make it. Want a beer? Just tapped this beaut,” he shouted over the loud music. He banged on the barrel, the metal clanging.

Two red solo cups made their way to you and you skimmed off the foam, flicking your hand towards the floor. “Thanks,” you half-shouted in response.

Rafael was miserable. He knew he had no reason to be jealous of Mike but something about seeing you with him unnerved him.

A few hours later, Rafael found you talking to Mike, your head thrown back in laughter. He couldn’t make out what you were talking about, but it was clear you were interested in whatever was being discussed. The two of you were oblivious to Rafael’s presence. Deep down Rafael truly believed you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, whether on purpose or not. But still, watching you with Mike brought up his insecurities and unresolved anger with Yelina.

Rafael turned around and headed outside to breathe. Outside a young couple was making out while another group played beer pong along the porch. Rafael bummed a smoke off another student and he let out a long puff of smoke, trying to get out of his own head.

“Rafi? You out here?”

Rafael turned at the sound of your voice. “Yeah, I am here.”

Seeing the cigarette bud in Rafael’s hand, you frowned. Rafael only smoked when he was upset. You had two new red solo cups in your hands.

“Whatcha doing out here? I’ve been looking all over for you?” you replied as you handed him a beer. “I missed you.”

“Missed me? O-kay,” Rafael replied, the “o” was drawn out, and the “kay” was clipped. “You seemed to be having tons of fun with Mike,” Rafael sneered. “Why don’t you be with him since you like spending so much time with him? Shouldn’t you be studying?”

You felt as if all of the air was sucked out and your cheeks felt hot. If Rafael was honest with himself, he would have seen a flash of hurt in your eyes.

You reacted without thinking and you threw your beer in Rafael’s face. Rafael appeared momentarily stunned. The beer pong crowd murmured and whistled at your actions. Even the couple that had been making out stopped to stare.

Rafael reached out for you but you shirked back. “No. Nothing is going on between him and I. Mike is just a friend. What? You can’t trust me?” You replied angrily.

Rafael opened his mouth but found himself at a loss for words. Instead he averted his eyes, and looked at the ground. He took a long drag of his cigarette.

Your eyes narrowed. “So that’s how it is? Fine. Do NOT follow me home. I can get on all by myself,” you hissed.

As you walked back to your dorm, your mind reeled from Rafael’s comments. You didn’t turn around but you knew Rafael followed you back to campus.

Rafael watched as you swiped your keycard back to your dorm. He then made his way back to his dorm. Once in his room, he removed his soiled sweatshirt and t-shirt and tossed them into the hamper before changing into his pajama bottoms and a clean t-shirt. He ran his hands through his hair before rubbing his face. “What did I do?” he groaned, trying to sleep. Sleep was futile and he tossed and turned the whole night. He couldn’t get the hurt look on your face out of his mind.

***

The next morning, you sat in your common room, on the crappy futon your roommate, Sheila had found secondhand. You spooned and stirred your cereal, willing yourself to eat but you didn’t have much of an appetite.

“That’s so unlike him. What gives?” Sheila asked as she poured herself a bowl of cereal. You shrugged in response. “Maybe finals are getting to him.”

“That still doesn’t justify a cheating accusation. Has he ever been jealous before?” Sheila asked, taking a place next to you.

“No,” you sighed. “He had one other girlfriend in high school but that was it. He’s never really talked about her though. To be fair, I’ve never asked. I’ve never had reason to...”

“Until now,” Sheila finished for you.

You nodded. You stood and put your bowl back on the table in front of you. “Not hungry. I still smell like a frat house - I am going to go shower.”

You made your way back into your room and changed into a wrap-around towel. Grabbing your caddy and shipping into flip-flops, you headed to the door to shower. When you opened the door, Rafael was there - his fist raised to knock on your door.

“Hey,” you greeted coolly.

“Y/N - can we talk?” Rafael asked softly. “Please?” He added for good measure.

You shook your head. “Now isn’t a good time. I’m going to shower. Can we meet in 30 minutes at the coffee shop?”

Rafael nodded. “Sure. Love you.”

You sucked in a breath. “Do you now?” You shook your head sadly and headed to the communal showers, leaving Rafael once again.

***

Rafael sat at the coffee shop, two coffees - a drip for him and a soy latte for you, accompanied him. Glancing out the window, he spotted you bounding up the stairs, wearing a flower print babydoll dress with a black t-shirt underneath.

His leg twitched nervously and he took out the photo he had brought with him from his pocket. It was a picture of him, Alex, and Eddie on graduation day - the three Musketeers of Jerome Avenue. Yelina was in front of him, his arm was wrapped around her and she held onto the arm that was wrapped around him. Yelina was beautiful and she knew it from early on. She had all the boys of Jerome Avenue wrapped around her finger and Rafael couldn’t believe that she she chose him - the scrawny kid that was always getting picked on. In hindsight, Rafael knew she was just trying to get to Alex, the more popular one of their little trio. But still, Rafael was not immune to the naïveté that accompanies first love.

So when Rafael left for Harvard, they tried to make it work. Yelina broke things off, during winter break his second year at Harvard telling him she couldn’t handle long distance and that all she needed was in New York anyway. And then, at Eddie’s family’s Nochebuena party, he caught Alex and Yelina hooking up on the fire escape. Eddie eventually confessed that the pair had been hooking up the entire time Rafael had been away.

After getting his heart all twisted with Yelina back at home, he threw himself into his studies - he was ready to prove everyone wrong. That he too, could accomplish great things and give back to the community. Then, by happenstance that spring semester, in Economic Analysis, he saw you. You were the prettiest girl in the whole class. So when your professor said that you needed help with finals, he jumped at the chance to help.

To his delight, you had a crush on him too - you made it known when you kissed him in the library. You were the complete opposite of Yelina. Unlike Yelina, you were unbelievingly kind and didn’t seem to have a mean bone at all in your body - not that you were a pushover; you held your own. Rafael knew that from the times you and him did argue. But you both always talked out; things never lasted long. But there was something about this - he wasn’t sure if the two of you would recover from. He hoped he was wrong.

Your heart pounded as you approached the table. Rafael looked remorseful and he stood up, as you got closer.

“You look nice,” Rafael replied softly.

You cocked your brow at him. “That’s what you’re opening with?” You sighed in frustration and sat down. “Thanks for the coffee.”

You wrapped your hands around the still hot mug and lifted it to your lips.

“I'm sorry,” Rafael apologized. “I'm sorry that I acted like a prick. I'm sorry that I lost my cool. And I am sorry for accusing you of something and not talking to you about it.”

“I’m sorry for throwing my beer at you,” you apologized in return. “So, what do we do now?” you asked softly. “You hurt me.”

“I don't want you to leave. I wanna make things different,” Rafael replied.

“What the hell was that by the way?” you asked.

Rafael reached for the picture and with his index and middle finger, pushed it your way.

“That’s Yelina. We broke up last semester. She cheated on me. I thought I was over it. Really, I did. But then I saw you with Mike. I don’t know. It brought up a lot of unresolved issues. He kept going on about how what a great person you are-.”

“He’s not wrong you know,” you replied, with a wink.

“I was afraid I’d lose you,” Rafael exhaled.

“I need transparency. You need to tell me about these things, so we can talk to them like adults,” you replied staring hard at the picture. “Besides, I was only helping Mike with finals. You can trust me. He has a girlfriend at Bowdoin, by the way.”

Rafael nodded. “I’m sorry. I know I can trust you.” He took a sip of his coffee. “Are we going to be okay?”

He reached for your hand and you let him take it. He squeezed your hand and you squeezed it back. You looked at him, and then back at the picture. “You know what they say right?”

Rafael furrowed his brows. “No, what?”

You spun the picture back at him and tapped on Yelina’s face. “The bigger the hoop earring, the bigger the hoe,” you winked as you took a large gulp of coffee. Rafael coughed, and sputtered coffee all over the table. He wiped himself and and looked at you incredulously.

You sighed and ran your hands through your hair. “Look, we’ll be okay.”

Rafael squeezed your hand once more. “I love you.”

“I know you do. I love you too,” you replied with a small smile. “Want to get out of here?”

Rafael nodded and gave you a lopsided grin. Standing, you reached for his hand and Rafael took it. Standing, he pulled you into a hug. Rafael breathed in your scent and pressed a kissed to the top of your head.

You pulled away to return the coffee cups. You nodded your head towards the exit. “Come on, let’s go.”

Rafael followed you and quickly caught up with you in just a few strides. The two of you interlocked hands. Rafael pressed a kiss to your fingers. Rafael and you were both happy to have your relationship moving forward and that this was all behind you. You both knew with each others love and continued open communication, you could get through anything.

FIN

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Not A Ghost - part 26

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

Taglist: @emma-frxst  @ra-ra-rasputiin  @holamor ​  @empressme-bitch  @marvel-is-perfection  @hazilyimagine ​ @marvelhead17 @rovvboat @angstybadboytrash ​ @whitewitchdown ​ @master-sass-blast ​ @mori-fandom @mooleche @dandyqueen @emberbent @leo-writer . Wanna be added or removed? Holla at me.

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“THIS IS THE DEPARTMENT OF MUTANT CONTROL,” the voice on the megaphone repeated. “ALL MUTANTS GET DOWN ON THE GROUND.”

Rhonda’s heart stopped, then started slamming against her ribs like it would bust out. Panic surged inside her as her worst fear practically had its claws in her.

Colossus closed his heavy hands around her shoulders and urged, “Rhonda, run. Find Dopinder, and get as far away from here as you can.”

Tears started to bead up on her lashes, her jaw furiously ground to and fro. With a hard sniffle, she blinked a few times and said with bitter finality, “I’m not leaving you.”

Both their faces set in hard furrows, Colossus nodded to his wife, “Stay close.”

“You two are gonna make me sick,” the Juggernaut griped. “Are we gonna wholesale wreck these assholes, or what? You get your people out, I’ll get mine.”

A deep breath. 

One more. 

Juggernaut took off first, running full tilt and brushing off a couple DMC officers like packing peanuts once he got closer to the gas pumps. Colossus ran next, with Rhonda on his heels. As soon as the steel Russian cleared the trucks, however, he was struck by something massive and metal. A horrible clash sounded and Rhonda shrank back.

She rolled under a trailer and ran to climb into one of the truck cabs. Whatever idiot who drove this truck happened to leave the cab unlocked, and Rhonda fumbled around for a handgun, a knife, a rifle, a baseball bat - anything she could use. Her fingers had almost closed around a crowbar--

A hand closed around Rhonda’s ankle and yanked her down from the cab. Her head knocked on the steel steps before she landed hard on the pavement. She tried not to scream, but the sound still came out in a strangled yelp. The looming figure wore so much riot gear he didn’t even have a face, just a black helmet, black mask, black gloves. On her back on the dirty asphalt, Rhonda kicked upward with both feet and hit him with a few hundred volts of go-fuck-yourself.

The force threw him upward and back and he smacked into a shipping trailer with echoing clangs before landing only a few feet from Rhonda. He was motionless. Rhonda didn’t wait to see if he was dead or alive, she just ran. 

Past the trucks, Colossus was now almost to the gas pumps, grappling with a large mechanical suit piloted by a DMC officer. His uniform was torn, and they had crashed into an abandoned car and crushed it. Colossus yelled over and over that he was part of X-Men, that he wasn’t there to hurt anyone, but the officer piloting the suit clearly wouldn’t stop until he had this giant mutant in a control collar. 

Rhonda started to rush to help him, but something small whizzing past her ear made her pause and whip her head around to look behind her. A trio of officers were heading toward her. One shouted, “DMC! DOWN ON THE GROUND!” and clipped puffs sounded as he fired the small gun he held. He missed - just barely - and Rhonda realized they were shooting tranquilizer darts. She threw a bright green bolt of electricity at them, but it wasn’t strong enough to incapacitate them. Scrambling, she bolted for the gas pumps, looking for somewhere to hide or something to use as a weapon.

There was a blue pickup truck hauling a small flatbed trailer carrying a pair of four wheelers. On the trailer was a bright red gas can. It wouldn’t hold more than a gallon, but then, Rhonda wouldn’t need that much. Sprinting, she snatched the can from the trailer and popped off the top. It was mostly full, which was good, but made it harder to throw. Rhonda spun in a circle to get some momentum, then launched the gas can at the officers chasing her. As it was in the air, some of the gasoline spilled from the spout, and it was all Rhonda needed.

She sent a little spark.

The gasoline ignited, and the red plastic can exploded. Flaming gasoline landed on and near the three officers. One screamed as they all dove to the ground to try to roll and put themselves out. Rhonda ducked low between two cars to think.

The fight was forcing Rhonda and Colossus to drift further and further apart. She was close enough that she could hear Domino and Deadpool arguing between gunshots. She poked her head up just high enough to see Cable telekinetically throw five officers so they thumped hard against a shipping trailer. The three of them were handling the bulk of the force that had shown up, and they likely wouldn’t be able to help Colossus in time. 

A crash rang out nearby, and Rhonda looked again to see the suit officer had thrown Colossus into another car, showering the ground with shattered windshield. He got to his feet, and with a terrible roar he charged at the giant mech suit--

Something struck Rhonda in the back of the shoulder, then two more strikes to her kidney and spine. She cried out as agony laced through her. Turning, she saw an officer rushing at her, brandishing a rubber bullet rifle. 

For a moment, everything was clear. Rhonda let this faceless officer close in and get within arm’s reach. He was big, but she had fought bigger. He was scary, but she had beaten scarier. Although he must have outweighed her by maybe a hundred pounds, it hardly took any effort to use his momentum against him. In a fraction of a second he was on his back and Rhonda was on top of him. She wrested away the rifle and hit him with the butt until he was unconscious. 

Every inch of her back hurt, her head hurt, she was pouring sweat, and the painting on her arm was peeling off. Rhonda took a breath, and pushed herself back to her feet, snatching away the unconscious officer’s tranquilizer gun. And just because she was spiteful, she drove her heel into his face once before setting off again toward Colossus and the mechanical suit.

Creeping as best as she could between parked cars at the gas pumps, Rhonda looked for her husband again. Still engaged with the mech suit, it had him in a chokehold. He kicked at its legs, but it was able to compensate and adjust its position to keep from losing its footing. Colossus didn’t look like the mech suit would kill him, but he couldn’t shake it off on his own either. 

She couldn’t see Juggernaut anywhere, and Cable, Domino, and Deadpool were still tangled with the remaining officers. She had one idea, and she just hoped she could pull it off.

Leaving the relative safety of the gas pumps, she bolted toward her husband. He was basically immobilized, and out of the corner of her eye Rhonda saw two more DMC officers closing in on him. She yelled in Russian, “[PIOTR, GIVE ME YOUR HAND!]” 

He heard her and reached one arm out to his side. Leaping to close the last few feet of distance, Rhonda snatched his hand with both of hers and sent a powerful current through him, pouring everything she had. 

The green-blue electricity blazed up his arm and through the metal of the mech suit, melting wiring and frying circuits. The mech finally lost balance and fell over, its pilot unconscious and steaming. Colossus too had been knocked down by the force, and Rhonda landed hard on her elbows and stomach. She pressed herself back to her knees, then her feet, dizzy, and tasting blood in her mouth from biting her lip or tongue. Colossus began to stir.

“Well, lookie here, Reyes,” a man’s voice taunted. “Just when we thought we’d never find this one!”

“I’ll be damned,” Reyes answered, “It’s motherfucking Guestbook.”

By the time she remembered the two officers, it was too late. She tried to run, but stumbled, and they were on her. Rhonda fought tooth and nail. She punched and clawed with her bare hands, but the officers’ riot gear was too thick. She tried to send electrical charges to their hearts, but she was spent from everything else she’d done. 

She fought hard, but it wasn’t enough.

All too quickly, she found herself face down on the ground, arms pinned on either side of her. A knee dug into her already excruciating back. Her chin scraped on the concrete. Something cold and heavy and metal slid around her neck. Her stomach turned; bile rose in her throat with realization--

Click.