#their greatest talent is looking cozy no matter what

[the-adventures-of-dave]

I should be doing productive things instead of napping, but they make a compelling argument.

[bvd11975]

fallesto​:

Like all things in life, this was going to take some time to get used to and come to understand what he can do and what he cannot do. He had made himself real, just like her, as real as one can be and that would come with the good and that would come with the bad and it was starting to be shown right here and right now, just how much of his imagination was being used to offer him any shred and form of aid to make it through his days within this land/

— he had no idea how to do any of this, no idea at all, his imagination  did everything for him.

“That is kind of you to say –” But he would allow his imagination to run wild if someone came close, if someone came here looking for him or if they came to look for her, to have the bright idea and there imagination themselves running wild to use her as blackmail or some form of leverage against him, it will not end well for them, it would not end well for anyone who came to seek him out and do anything at all to himself or to her.

As he was truly pleased, beyond pleased in truth, he was truly happy as one can be and the feeling was new and he wished to chase more of it.

He had wished to tell her.

What he wanted to do, what he wanted to use his imagination for to lend him aid and then his hands afterwards to end it, he wanted to have something, small for himself, a small food standing and nothing more, just in the street, in a corner somewhere, in the market place, somewhere, anywhere, did it even matter, because the first thing he did when he was set out was eat a cookie and it was the greatest thing he had ever been given and he used his imagination to make an entire tray appear and shared them with the person who had not run away from him and they seemed.

— to enjoy the food he could make and they told him he had a talent. 

Well he wanted to tell her.

As everything finally caught up and his body was as ordinary as one could be and held limitations and it just crashed and burned as he passed out mid-sentence. Nothing painful, nothing that could cause harm to bring alarm to the other, he just needed a good night sleep into him as he clock turned off so to speak and he powered down as he was snoring and all as well, just snoozing away without a case within the entire world.

— where as in before, sleep was nothing something that was possible.

He slept, feeling movements of her beside him, shifting a little bit, unknown to himself to grant her some space to slip in beside him and pull the blanket up and over them both as he just snuggled up and to her, nothing more and nothing less than that. She was so warm, so cozy, so soft and gentle, as foolish as it might sound and be, it made his sleep a hundred times all the more better for himself, as he slept from the night to the morning.

Feeling the tickle of the sunlight on his face, a splash of golden ray heating up his hair as he lazily waved his hand back and forth and the curtains closed themselves as he was so —

Comfortable.

Where else would he rather be than right here, right now, with her as he managed to raise his head up a little before thudding it back down when he could not be bothered to do anything more than that.

Whatever the plan was today, this was all going to be pushed back for this right here, his first sleep was not going to come to an end until he wanted it to come to an end, and his first sleep has brought him to his first lay in as well as there was not a shred of urgency within himself for the time being as he just shifted, to lay on his side now, back to the television and his head resting against her own as he just kept his arms around her, legs intertwined as well and if anyone came here, they would need a crowbar to try and peel, him away.

The best night sleep he has ever had has quickly come to the best morning nap he has ever had.

There was a time in her life when she knew nothing. When her sheltered life with her parents came crashing down around her and what came after was trying to survive with strangers hellbent on keeping her alive. And she hadn’t known why, she didn’t understand how she kept living through every incident-- why. When so many people died around her. But then Adrian’s fingers would weave into her hair and lift her head, making sure her chin was raised high to face each and every harrowing day. Her mentor may not have been the best role model, a literal monster in disguise and a smoker to boot but... her intentions, her ability to see the way forward that helped soothe others burdens was certainly worthy of making her Nestor’s hero.

With Gremmy, she had no idea what she was doing and it scared her. With Joshua, Fedor and Marie it was all the same old, same old to the point she had become desensitized to it all. Cared, but had grown too settled in her own negativity to actually care beyond some level of awareness. But then Gremmy came and shook up her entire world. Where he walked, flowers bloomed and reality turned itself inside out into an innumerable amount of possibilities. He was everything she wasn’t but hoped she still could be. And just like that, he inspired her to be more.

And now he made himself more than what he was, though he had been enough for her - it was just so much better to see him so visibly thrilled by his decision. One she couldn’t complain about. While the agent could manage to sleep okay (so long as it was lit to some degree in the room), this night was different. There was a comfort in her arm being anchored around his middle, in feeling the rise and fall of each breath - or in how he turned further into her, legs tangling together as they held one another.

A soft hum left her lips as she felt him stir, heard the sound of the curtains sliding across the metal rod and the context was understood. There was no sense in pulling free from her sleepy haze when she felt his weight sink back down into both the couch and against her. The small agent nuzzled closer, her nose wrinkling slightly as she felt his hair tickling her face before she settled - a soft exhale of contentment. So utterly comfortable.

It didn’t matter if Joshua had messaged her to check-in a handful of times now, or inquired if she was coming into work since normally by now she’d be heading out the door. It didn’t matter that Marie left her a link to a possible investigation lead, along with one too many memes. Or that Fedor left a message that solely consisted of a thinking emoji because of course she knew he was asking in his own way about things. She loved these people but she loved this more. The feeling of his pants against her bare legs, the way his jacket absorbed both their warmth.

Or perhaps, most importantly, the way he chose to stay here with her instead of getting up just yet. Maybe a better way to phrase that was the way they both chose to stay here together, all comfortable and soft beneath an equally soft blanket.

What even was the point of getting up when it felt like she had everything she wanted right here? Even when her eyes opened some and settled on his face she couldn’t help but feel that way. It didn’t matter how the sun kept rising. Nothing mattered but this. Someone else may think of Gremmy and his peaceful face as something angelic but all she saw was him. All his positives and negatives, all the things that have always made him human even before he had a body to call himself one. Perfection didn’t exist, no, but he came close. This all came close.

There simply weren’t enough words in the dictionary to try and describe how she felt about him. Or even about this moment in time that just felt so peaceful. So... safe. She felt safe within a universe that was so indifferent to her existence. And here she felt like everything was enough, everything was okay.

Even when his hair kept tickling her face. Unwinding her arm from around his middle she gently shifted his blond locks aside a little. Yeah... still so soft even after he slept. Incredible. “You’re so... incredible, Gremmy.” Nestor whispered tiredly, not even realizing the words left her lips as she was far too comfortable to awaken further just yet. A single passing thought, the first thought of the morning-- how fitting.

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

Paris - Percy Jackson

Posting my fics from Wattpad on here too (@Claimed_by_an_Angel on Wattpad)

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Pairing: Percy Jackson x reader

Warnings: modern AU

Wordcount: 1181

Summary: You work in a café in Paris. One day, the owners son ask give you a… unusual order.

You lived in a small apartment in the city of love. Paris. It was a beautiful city, especially during the spring. The flowers started to bloom and blossom, birds sang in the early mornings and the sun held a caring, yellow tone as it shined upon the world. The cherry blossom coloured the streets pink and created a beautiful contrast against the clear blue sky.

You had moved to Paris a few years ago to work on a book and see another corner of the world that wasn't New York city. You had rented a small, but cozy, apartment in the middle of Paris. To get some money, you worked in a bakery down the street. The woman who owned the place was a very kind and sweet woman named Sally. Her son came in to talk some times and steal a cookie or two. Usually they were the blue chocolate chip cookies his mother baked every day. You still didn’t think it was her idea from the beginning, no matter what they told you.

Percy was a funny guy. He always had some tricks up his sleeve when things got boring and he knew exactly how to make you laugh. Sometimes his mother let him help behind the counter. But he never got so far as in to the kitchen where you baked everything. He would probably "mess things up and do more damage than service" as Sally liked to say. And you believed her, Percy wasn't the most talented in the kitchen. He even admitted that himself. But he also said that he had development potential and that was why he should be let in to help you bake cookies. Sally had definitely said no. But he wasn't just funny, helpful and kind. He was good-looking too. He was tall, muscular, had a mess of black hair on top of his head and had sea green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. He smelled like the sea which was strange since you lived in Paris but there was nothing else you loved as much as his smell when you buried you nose in his hoodie when he wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

-

Today the bakery wasn't very crowded at all. The people that came in wanted croissants and cookies usually. Some wanted a loaf fresh baked bread to eat for breakfast. Then they walked across the street to the tea shop. It was fun to meet all the people. Some came in every day. If it was on the morning, for lunch, after dinner or somewhere in between varied. But you always saw their face and a smile always made it to your lips. Some were in your own age and you'd made friends with them after all this time. One of them was a girl with blond hair and steel grey eyes and the greatest mind you've ever seen. Her name was Annabeth and she studied at a university in Paris. She usually came in on the mornings to get some breakfast or to get lunch for later but on her free days she came in with a book, ordered a croissant and sat down to read at a small table in the corner of the bakery.

Sometimes Percy would take a friend of his with him to the bakery. Sally seemed to be used with it and let them take whatever they wanted, as long as they payed at leats half the price for it. You had met a blond guys with a scar on his lip. When you'd asked about he blushed and mumbled something about trying to eat a stapler when he was small. You laughed but kissed his cheek as to show him to net be embarrassed. His name was Jason Grace. He and Annabeth studied at the same university but different subjects. Annabeth was reading about ancient Greece and architecture while Jason studied the old Roman Empire and the Latin language. Another one of Percy's friends was Leo Valdez. A guy from Texas who came to Paris when he traveld the world and just happened to stay for longer than he though he would.

You'd also met Nico and Will, two very charming guys who you were sure had a crush on each other but were to stubborn to admit it. Both to each other and themselves. But they were funny and kind, though Nico din't talk very much. His messy, black hair was always unruly and his black jacket was always on, no matter what season it was. Will had sky blue eyes, sunshine yellow hair that fell into his eyes and was very tall. He always wore a smile and was very kind and funny.

-

This time when Percy came in to visit the bakery thought he came in alone and said goodbye to Jason outside. You saw them give each other a brotherly hug before waving goodbye. The small doorbell rang when Percy pushed the door open and a wind of fresh air made its way from the door. He pulled a hand through his messy hair and a smirk played on his lips.

"Good afternoon Percy, what can I get for you?" You smiled at him. His green-blue eyes glittered and he nodded as a greeting before he decided to look in the glass display case to see what there was to get. After a few minutes he met your gaze and smiled.

"I'd like a croissant and a date with you, thanks," he smiled brightly and switched between resting on his heals and standing normally. You stood quiet and just watched him, searching his eyes for a sign of irony and sarcasm. There wasn't any.

"Uh okay, sure," you smiled, "when, where?"

"Are you free at 6pm?" He asked and threw a quick glance at the clock that hung on the wall behind you. You nodded. "Great, then I'll see you outside at 6," he smirked and made a short gesture at the door to say that you could meet just outside the cafe. You smiled brightly and nodded eagerly.

"That'll be great. What are we doing?" You asked curios. Percy pulled a hand though his hair before putting his hands back in his pockets. Typical him.

"You'll see, when the time comes," he winked and you sighted but accepted the unclear answer. Neither of you said anything for a while, you just started at each other. Then Percy snapped out of it and nodded towards the glass display again.

"Uh- how did it go with the croissant?" he asked and smiled. Your mind went back to reality and you blushed slightly. 

"Right, sorry," you quickly fixed it for him and gave it to him over the counter. He dropped a few coins in your hand in return and smiled brightly. 

"Thank you, love. I'll see you later then," he turned around and went for the door. You stared after him and he pulled the door open and stepped out. Before he let go of the door handle he turned around to look at you one last time. 

"Au revoir, Chéri."

[wrenhyperfixates]

I’m Here For You

Pairing: teen!Loki x female teen!reader (platonic) Summary: Loki comforts you when he finds you crying over school. Warnings: none :) A/N: Here you go nonny! In my head the reader has a tiny crush on Loki, but this can be read as an entirely platonic relationship. Hope you like it :)

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Reincarnations were a pesky business, really. Loki had been through it more than enough times to know. Unfortunately, his latest one didn’t go exactly as planned, and he’d ended up a kid. It wasn’t all bad, though, as now he had happy childhood memories. He still had the old, haunting ones too, but he no longer viewed youth with nearly so much disdain.

For the past number of years, he’d been living in the Tower with Tony, who he called his uncle but really was more of a father to him than Odin ever was. Thor dropped in fairly often too, and their brotherly bond seems to have benefitted from the little reset Loki went through.

Life on Midgard was different than Asgard, especially when he wasn’t being raised as royalty. Admittedly, he enjoyed the more laid-back life. He took walks in the parks, hung out with friends, went to the mall, and attended school just like everyone else. Ok, maybe not exactly like everyone else, considering he did still have thousands of years of knowledge.

Anyway, he was in his last year of high school, with only a few months left before graduation. Most of the people he knew were obsessing over their next step in the journey of life: college. Not him, though. For once, he was living for himself, and decided to take a gap year. College would still be there after. That is, if he wanted to go at all. Again, he did still have his old memories, so maybe he’d never even feel the need to. Maybe he could just travel the world helping others or work with Tony in the lab. Either way, he wasn’t in any particular rush to figure it out.

Loki was about to head into the renowned Tower he called home when he swore he heard sobbing coming from somewhere. He shoved his keycard back into his messenger bag and walked around the small campus to where he thought the sound was coming from. Stopping in front of some bushes, he saw the outline of a girl hunched up into herself through the leaves. The young god cleared his throat to alert her of his presence, which prompted her to quickly stop making noise. Though, he still could see her body convulsing from the now stifled sobs.

Sighing, he sat on the ground. “Hey, is everything alright back there?” No reply. Maybe it was more than just embarrassment stopping them. Maybe they also weren’t supposed to be here. He decided to try to lighten the mood with some playfulness. “You know, Tony doesn’t mind people being on the campus, but I gotta warn you, he’s kind of cheap with tissues he buys. I’m thinking of getting a handkerchief. What do you think? Is it possible to make me look any dorkier than I already do?”

That earned him a light chuckle. “You don’t look dorky at all. Like ever.”

He startled and said your name, not having realized it was you back there, but recognized your voice. “Is that you? Hang on, I’m coming back.”

You were Stark’s newest prodigy intern. He’d started the program a few years ago, giving some kids an inside look and experience in the tech field. This year, your application had been chosen out of thousands. You were a bright teen, so it made sense to Loki. He’d talked to you a few times before, but the conversations were incredibly short as you were extremely shy, barely even lasting two full minutes. Still, he’d been sure to give you a wave and a smile when he came across you, but it didn’t really ever do anything to help you out of your shell.

After crawling through the greenery, he plopped down next to you in the small, squished space between the bushes and the building. You’d scooched over a little so there would be room for him. He hated the way you were still holding in your cries.

“It’s alright. Just let it all out, ok?” he hesitantly said. That seemed to be all the encouragement you needed before your tears took over again. Slowly, so you could pull away if you wanted to, Loki wrapped you in a hug. When you calmed down, for real this time, he finished rubbing a last few large circles on your back before pulling back a little to look at you. “Feeling better?”

You nodded. “Sorry.”

“Sorry?” he parroted back in question. His thumb caught one of the last tears trickling down your cheek. “Whatever for? There is no need to apologize for having emotions.”

“Your shirt,” you sniffled.

He looked down to see it was, in fact, wet from your tears. He just shrugged. “I’ve got more. Besides, it’ll dry.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“No worries, kid. Want to come in now? I could make you some tea or coffee or hot cocoa or whatever. Name it.”

“Can I have some cocoa? I-if it’s not too much trouble,” you mumbled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“Of course! And you know I was kidding about the tissues, right?” he chuckled, fishing a pack out of his bag.

Once you’d cleaned yourself up a bit, the two of you crawled out from your hiding place, Loki offering his hand to help you stand. Then he led you up to the kitchen to get your drink. Tony would have had no problem with you using the kitchen—or any of the rooms in his home, really—but you were too nervous to overstep and never actually did. You were both seated with mugs of the thick, steamy, chocolaty liquid before Loki tried to find out what was wrong.

“So. What’s up?” he began.

“Oh, nothing. I’m fine,” you replied with a falsely bright smile.

“Kid, I know a thing or two about crying. You’re not fine.” You ducked your head in shame, and he was quick to clarify himself. “And that’s not a bad thing! You’re  human, you have human emotions. No one’s ok one hundred percent of the time. And... And you don’t have to talk about it, but maybe you should. It might make you feel better. So, if you want to, I’m here.”

“It’s stupid,” you shook your head with a wry laugh. Your lip was quivering, more tears threatening to spill. “School is stressing me out.”

“That’s not stupid, it’s how you feel. And, might I add, it’s perfectly understandable and valid. I mean, not only are you trying your best there, but you also come here every day for your internship. Norns, you must be freaking Supergirl or something.”

You chuckled at the colloquial from his home world. “I dunno about that now. It just... It seems like no matter what I do, I’m not good enough. I don’t have the best grades, or the most friends, or the prettiest looks, or the greatest anything, really. Ugh, it all just feels so pointless sometimes.”

“You know what? You’re right. It does all feel pointless. But it’s not. Don’t get me wrong, school doesn’t measure how smart you are; it measures how good you are memorizing stuff and taking tests. Which is incredibly frustrating! But it helps you explore some subjects and have fun with the friends you do have. The most important thing it does, though, is teach you perseverance. Like we said, school’s hard. But you keep trying, no matter what. And I see a smart, talented, beautiful young girl before me. Your feelings are valid, but don’t let them consume you. Trust me, you have a lot to be proud of.”

Loki picked at his nails while you stared at your mug, mulling over his words. He worried he said something wrong or overstepped in some way, but he’d been where you were not too long ago.

“Thank you,” you finally said. “I don’t think I can just fix everything overnight, you know? But what you said really does mean a lot.”

“You’re quite welcome,” Loki responded with a warm, friendly smile. He took a swig of his own drink, choosing his next words carefully. “No one should expect you to fix anything that fast. As long as you’re trying, you’re doing something right. A lot right, actually. You deserve breaks too. And if you ever need someone to vent to or whatever, I’m here.”

“Thanks again. And I’m here for you, too.”

He gave you a natural, lopsided grin as the two of you exchanged numbers. He was glad to see you were much more at ease, though still considerably shy with him. Still, he could imagine you becoming more bold as your friendship blossomed. You timidly ducked your head when Tony walked in.

“Oh no. You better not be turning her to the dark side,” Tony teased as he made himself a cup of coffee. “I’ve had enough pranks for a lifetime.”

“Relax, Uncle Tony. I haven’t recruited her for any mischief... Yet,” he joked back with a wink in your direction, causing you to giggle behind your hand.

“Whew, that’s a relief. Well, if you two aren’t plotting my untimely demise, feel free to head to the lab whenever you want, kid.”

“Actually, I’m good to go now, Mr. Stark.” You stood up and grabbed your bag from beside your chair where you’d left it earlier. “Bye, Loki. Talk soon! And, uh, thanks again.”

With one final smile, you scurried off to your destination. Loki smiled back and waved as you left, feeling some sense of hope and direction bloom in his chest. You’d given him an idea.

“Hey, Uncle Tony. I was thinking, how would you feel about another Stark Industries youth program?...”

[rogershoe]

Lights, Camera, Action

Part One

Masterlist

Summary: You’re a production assistant on the set of Cursed. The night before your first day at work, you opened your laptop to shockingly realise you’d be working with Daniel Sharman (and a plethora of other amazing actors), someone you’d been watching on screen since you were a teenager. You kept your expectations low, the PAs rarely got to interact with the talent…what was your chance?

Word Count: 2.5k

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(I’m so sorry, tumblr isn’t letting me properly tag some of these accounts ;(

Warnings: Age gap between reader and Daniel, slow burn? (Don’t know if that should be a warning haha)

Notes: I didn’t specify the reader’s age since I wasn’t sure what you guys would be comfortable with ;) Plzz lmk what the maximum age gap is that you all would be okay with or I’ll just decide on one myself haha (also lmk if you’d like to be in the tag list!!). This is my first Daniel x reader fic so plz leave ideas and suggestions! (I myself am not actually sure where exactly this fic is going lmao). Tysm for reading!!

p.s Huey Kerrigan is the actual name of one of the second assistant directors of Cursed :)

Sunday, January 6th 2019

10:16 pm

You opened your laptop nervously, your leg bouncing against your couch. It was your last night as a jobless woman and that both excited and scared you. You opened your email, scanning your mail quickly before your eyes landed on “Call Sheet”. You clicked on the email and saw that there were two documents attached. The second was labelled “Cast List”. Your eyes widened when you realised you would be finding out who you were working with tonight. Not tomorrow. Not at work. Tonight.

You forgot about the call sheet and quickly clicked on the one about the cast. As your eyes scanned the list, you gasped audibly as a name caught your attention.

“Daniel Sharman”

Daniel Sharman? The Daniel Sharman? The one you had been practically in love with when you were 17? (Not anymore of course).

Your heart beat faster as you scanned the rest of the list….”Katherine Langford”…….”Gustaf Skarsgard”..those were the only other two names you recognised so far. Now you couldn’t wait to get to work. You were even more eager but also increasingly anxious to wake up tomorrow. Would you even get to see the actors? If you did, would you be able to meet them? You had so many questions but no one to answer them. Trying to push all of the increasingly complicated thoughts out of your mind, you closed your laptop and got up off the couch to head into your room. You lived alone in your flat, full of piles of DVDs in a corner, two worn out but comfy couches, and your greatest purchase to this day….a large flat screen TV. You wouldn’t call your flat small, it was just…cozy. You looked around at the space admiringly before entering your bedroom and closing the door behind you

Monday, January 7th 2019

4:15 am

You woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily. You looked around for your phone grabbing it and swiping across the screen to turn your alarm off. You closed your eyes and laid down, breathing deeply.

The day was finally here. Your first day on set. You had to admit that by now most of the excitedness had been replaced with anxious thoughts. You attempted to ignore them as you opened your phone again to check your messages etc. Nope, nothing interesting.

At 4:25 you finally decided to muster up all the strength you had to pull yourself out of bed. You had to be at work by 5:30 meaning you should leave around 5:10.

You sat at the edge of your bed, rubbing your eyes. You hoped you wouldn’t fall asleep on set….you wouldn’t be surprised if you did.

You got up and walked into your bathroom. You looked into the mirror and immediately looked away. Waking up at 4:00 had only made your eye bags more prominent. Your hair was disheveled and eyes crusty. You tried not to look at yourself again until after you were dressed. You freshened up, washed your face, brushed your teeth etc before going back in your room to wear your clothes.

You had had an outfit ready since last week. They had told you to wear comfortable clothing and comfortable shoes. The most comfortable thing you had were sweatpants but you knew they didn’t mean those so instead you settled for a pair of your most comfortable jeans and a plain black t-shirt.

You changed and then went to your dresser. After some concealer, mascara, and tinted lip balm..you looked a bit more presentable. You could’ve gone completely barefaced but it was your first day and you wanted to look good.

The nerves could’ve killed you at this point. It was exactly 5:05 when you grabbed the call sheet you had printed this morning, your phone, your keys, and headed out of your apartment. You rode down the elevator and arrived at your car, a second hand red Fiat. 

You fumbled with your keys before pressing a button and unlocking your car. You sat in the front seat and started the engine,

5:28 am

You pulled into the parking lot of the studio and parked your car in the “crew” area. You hoped this wasn’t the director’s spot or anyone else’s for that matter. As a production assistant, you were right at the bottom of the film crew ladder and answerable to any and everyone on set. Although that thought scared you, you were completely new so hopefully they would cut you some slack.

A week ago when you had gotten a call from the second assistant director (AD), he had told you to come into the building and find him. From there he would tell you what to do.

You walked around to the back of the building where there were six or seven people walking around with headsets, setting up chairs and tables. There were also several trailers set up in the parking lot, no doubt some for the actors.  You nervously went up to one of them,

“Hi, where could I find the second assistant director?” you asked

“You’re new?” he replied ignoring your question.

“Yeah” you said smiling slightly

“PA I’m guessing?” he said and you nodded

“He’s in the studio, ask any of the crew inside, they’ll know” he said and smiled, opening a chair.

“Thanks” you said and quickly walked inside through the back door.

Inside it was exactly like what you had imagined. People bustling around, many sporting walkie talkies and headsets. Some held papers, some were talking to each other. You stood in a hallway lined with grey walls. As you walked through the halls you came upon what you guessed was the main studio. It was huge, you could barely see the roof through all of the lighting fixtures. There were multiple props on set but you could tell that the set hadn’t been completely set up yet. This wasn’t the only studio though of course. Judging by the size of the building, there were probably multiple sets. You were in awe for a few moments before realising you had to find the AD. You went up to someone who was setting up water bottles on a long white table.

“Hey, would you happen to know where the second AD is?” you asked

She looked over her shoulder, her short blonde hair tied into a small bun at the back of her head,

“Yeah he’s right over there”, she pointed towards a man who was holding a clipboard and also wore a headset. He had black hair and glasses and looked to be about in his 40s.

You smiled gratefully at her before turning around and walking towards the man. He was looking at his clipboard intently, chewing on his black pen. Your heart beat faster, you hoped he was the right guy. You walked up to him, keeping your distance..not wanting to disturb his thought process.

“Hi I’m Y/N’ you said quickly, waiting for his response. It didn’t come. After a few seconds he looked up at you and put his pen in his pocket.

“PA right?” he asked unconcerned.

“Yes” you said letting out a breath, at least he remembered you.

“I’m Huey Kerrigan”, he suddenly started past you, towards the hallway. You followed him not knowing what else to do. He pointed at the large white table the girl was setting bottles of water on,

“This is the snacks table, you’ll have to set it up in the morning and also restock it throughout the day”

“Got it” you said quickly, not wanting to seem like you were ignoring him

He walked in front of you passing through the hallway and swerving around the many other members of the crew. He walked through the back door you had just passed through a few minutes ago into the cool fresh air. You took a deep breath and followed him to what looked like a charging station beside the tall concrete walls of the studio.

“These are the batteries, aka hot and cold bricks” he pointed to two crates and a table on which there were multiple charging batteries. The “station” was covered by a large white canopy.

“Hot bricks are charged batteries and you must have one on you the entire time in case a crew member needs it. They’ll give you their dead battery aka a cold brick and you bring it here to charge” you were silent for a few seconds trying to process what he had just told you.

“Got it?” he asked

“Yeah…got it” you stuttered smiling nervously

He continued walking and took you right to where all the trailers were parked.

“This is the basecamp,” he said, waving his hand towards all the trailers.

“All the actors’ trailers, the hair and makeup trailers, they’re all here”

You felt a jolt of excitement before remembering to reply, “Okay, cool��

He nodded and continued walking throughout the several trailers, there had to be at least forty. You also scanned your eyes over the area, hoping to maybe get a glimpse of the actors or their trailers.

As if he read your mind he said, “The talent isn’t here yet. They arrive around 6:20 am, get their hair and makeup done and start shooting around 8:30 am….of course this all depends on the day”

You nodded, making sure he saw you.

For the next 20 minutes he showed you around the basecamp and exactly where the makeup and hair trailers were. He also told you about how you never talked to the talent unless you had something to tell them, they had to be somewhere, or if they talked to you. You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, you weren’t surprised but had still hoped you’d get a small chance to maybe have a chat with the actors.

When you went back inside you saw that the studio had completely transformed. There was one set which looked to be a room with three or four beds and wooden features. Another set opposite that was of what looked to be a marble room with shelves and a white bed. It all looked so realistic that if you were in the set area you wouldn’t have even realized you were in a studio.

“We’re shooting a scene today from episode three, these sets” he waved towards the area, “are from scenes taking place in an abbey”

He stuck a hand down his pocket, wiggling his fingers about before removing it holding a crumpled paper.

“This is the main cast in these scenes,” he said, handing it to me. I nodded quickly grabbing and unfolding the sheet.

Main cast list for abbey scenes

Katherine Langford

Peter Mullen

Daniel Sharman

Shalom Brune-Franklin

Emily Coates

Sophie Harkness

Caroline Lee Johnson

Gabriel Akuwudike

Your heart leapt inside of you when you realised you’d get to see all these actors today.

 “You’re green so you won’t be needing the list today” he continued and you looked up from the paper, “but in a few days, you will”

You guessed green meant someone who was new.

He walked further into the studio, to the large snacks table and handed you four bottles of water. “You first task” he said smiling, “take these to the grips over there”. He pointed to four men on ladders adjusting the lighting above the wooden room set.

“Okay sure” you said grinning, happy you could start working.

“And then go over to the team of PAs and ask what else you can help with”

Before you could reply, he abruptly walked away and out of your sight. You took a deep breath and walked over to the set where the “grips” were. The set was amazing, the sheer detail of the beds and the door and the walls and the small trunks at the end of each bed were unbelievable. You took a few seconds to admire it before trotting over to the three men and one girl. You looked at your watch, it was 6:11 am.

“Yeah, just screw it a bit tighter” one guy said squinting at the light fixture from the ground.

A man on the ladder moved his hand, adjusting the light bulb.

“Hey, I got you guys some water” you said, hopeful they heard you

The girl grabbed the four bottles from you without a word handing one to the man beside her and putting the other two on the ground next to the ladder which the two men were currently on. She wore glasses and had long brown hair held back by a hairband.

“Thanks” she said glancing quickly at you and then getting back to work.

You smiled slightly, remembering that you really were on the very last rung of the ladder of crew members.

You walked away from the set and towards the snacks table, thinking of what to do next. You decided that you should go get a hot brick since that was something Huey said you should have on you at all times. After that you could come back inside and find the rest of the PAs.

You headed outside, having to be careful and not bump into anyone in the hallway. The fresh air was welcome after the several people brushing past you inside. You walked over to the canopy covered area to get a “hot brick”. You knelt down placing one knee on the ground to steady yourself. Before looking through the crate, you decided to tie your hair up since you saw that almost everyone on set had their hair somehow kept away from their face. As you were pulling your hair back, you saw a black car pull into the parking lot, a few spaces away from the crew parking. Your heart beat a bit faster as you tied your hair tie around your hair. Could it be…?

Although you knew getting starstruck was the worst thing that could happen to you as a PA, you couldn’t help but stay there as you tightened your hair, not wanting to remove your eyes from the car. It pulled into a parking space and you saw a man step out. As he locked the car and started walking towards the basecamp you realised it was exactly who you thought it was. 

Daniel fucking Sharman.

 Now your heart was beating fast, threatening to leap out of your chest. He was wearing a grey shirt, jeans and sunglasses and was walking towards one of the trailers, probably his. He was far from you but still, his eye caught yours as he turned his head towards the battery station. Your cheeks heated up and you looked away quickly, mentally slapping yourself. You had practically been ogling your eyes at him..and he had seen you. You knew he knew that you were looking at him. After a few seconds, you pulled yourself together, looked back in his direction and saw that he was entering his trailer his head facing forward again…the the door closed behind him and you let out a deep breath. 

You scolded yourself..you couldn’t get this starstruck whenever you saw him or any of the other actors..they were human after all not some sort of gods. You turned towards the crates and grabbed a charged battery, putting it into your jeans’ back pocket. Although you tried to convince yourself that he didn’t have any effect on you, you couldn’t help but be delighted about your luck that you would be working with him out of all the other actors in the world.

Plz plz plzzz comment how you liked this first part! I need some feedback 😂😭

Part two

[musicallisto]

Hello love,

Congratulations for the 800 followers! You absolutely deserve this and so much more! I'm happy to see how your blog grows and that you're still providing all of us with wonderful content. You're one of the first blogs that I've started to follow here on Tumblr and I'm so lucky to have found your blog ♡

As for your celebration event, could I please request a 🍨 vanilla milkshake with a male Peaky Blinders Character?

I'm more on the curvy side (and insecure about it) and I'm ALWAYS wearing black (which I love, no matter what others say or even more if they object). As for my personality, I'm a highly complex, paradox and complicated individium. I'm unbelievable patient, timid, awkward, kind, forgiving, open-minded, compassionate, thruthful, gentle and calm and I've been told that I have a calming effect on others, that I can easily ground anyone and anything, no matter how troubled their mind is. I prefer vintage over modern things. I think rather deep which often leads me to overthinking everything, which in turn leads me to doubting (very much) myself. You would be surprised how timid and reserved I am, I'm sure you wouln't notice me in a room full of people if it wouldn't be for my different appearance (but I like it this way). I'm always well-meaning, yet often misunderstood (maybe because it's hard for me to articulate myself). I can be incredible lazy, clumsy and forgetful. I've always felt like I don't really belong anywhere, so I've started to distance myself from others a while ago. I'm a outsider, weird, a dork, not normal, a loner and I fucking love it, because I like to be different, I would hate to fit into just one box and to be like everyone else. And I like people who are not ashamed to be their 100% true self, no matter how different that is from the mainstream. I'm the most loyal person you'll ever find, once you earn my trust, I'll always be on/by your side, no matter what. That says a lot, because I'm hard to scare away. Sometimes I feel alienated from the people and things surrounding me and I'm sure that I annoy and bore them. I'm very nervous and insecure around others, which is why I try to avoid people and why I'm not talking all that much around them (though, I'm a really good listener). I'm easily overwhelmed by large crowds and much light/noise, that's why I don't like to go outside, I prefer to cozy up at home. I would never intentionally hurt a animal and I'm not eating any meat, which is very important to me. I believe that there isn't a ounce of cruelty inside me. I'm unassuming and understanding, I only believe what I've witnessed on my own and I have endless acceptance for almost everything. Due to my Insomnia, I'm a night owl. I have strong personal values, am very opinionated and I'm really in-touch with myself and even though I'm extremly insecure, I would never reduce or change myself and views/opinions for someone and I neither have a problem to challenge authority and advocating for my beliefs. I'm a perfectionist and sometimes I really hate it. And, as you can see, I'm unable to be brief. My favourite colours are dark green, black, gold and dark purple. My greatest passion is music, even if I can't sing or play an instrument.(I prefer rock/punk/pop/80s/90s) It's the most calming and therapeutic thing when it comes to my anxiety and depression and I could never live a day without it. You will never see me in the street without headphones in my ears and even when I'm at home there's music playing almost all the time. I could talk for hours about music and what it means to me. And otherwise I love to watch films and series (I like fantasy, horror, psychological thriller, science fiction and psychological drama and almost anything from the 70s, 80s and 90s). I love rainy days and to go outside while it's pouring big, fat drops. What I love the most is to drive around without a destination, while talking and listening to music. And I love to spend time with my cat, if I could, I would have endless animals who live peacefully and loved with me. I enjoy to have deep talks and to be challenged to think. I love to take late-night-strolls, while gazing into the sky and watching the stars/moon. I have a fascination for dark and macabre things.

I really hope that's not too much? But thank you anyway ♡

Have a good day!

thank you so much for your kind words, you have no idea how much it means to me to know that I was one of the first blogs you followed ;; here’s your vanilla milkshake - and it’s also my first time writing for peaky blinders, but I hope it’s alright; and I hope finn shelby will find the portrait I paint of him accurate enough...

Birmingham was a drab and disheartening place enough without the war adding to its joylessness; but somehow the streets are even worse to bear deserted than when they’re bustling and fetid. Especially for a ten year old boy who wants nothing but to play with someone, to talk to someone, to see someone.

With his brothers off fighting somewhere in France and his aunt too busy with her businesses (adult stuff that Finn has absolutey no interest in attempting to understand), the youngest Shelby has been fighting off an affliction worse than consumption and measles, because much more insidious for a boy his age; boredom

and he’s so sad, so irrevocably sad, with no one to bruise his knees with and throw mud at, that he just aimlessly wanders the empty streets whenever aunt Polly isn’t looking, to find a semblance of stimulation

(he used to enjoy the solitude, it gave him time to imagine delirious stories in fantastical worlds and read the most enthralling of novels, but not anymore. four years of reclusion is an awfully long time for a little boy.)

and it’s during one of his escapades that he first meets you

you’re a little girl his age, dressed in a pretty dress, wearing pretty booties and holding a pretty little woven basket, but your face is stuck on the most grouchy frown he’s ever seen on a little girl, and you don’t walk, you stomp down the wet pavement like a wrathful titan

And it’s probably the first time in four years that he’s been this close to making a new friend, so he walks up to you, despite how rusty his communication skills have become

“Girls don’t frown. It’s unbecoming.”

(Yes, pretty rusty indeed; but in his defense, he’s ten, he’s bored, he’s lonely, and he’s only ever heard Ada say it, and Ada is the most level-headed of his siblings, so anything she says must be true, right?)

“Shut up.”

(Well, if it was unbecoming of you to frown, it’s even more to rebuff someone so rudely. You don’t even spare a glance and continue walking; he has to hurry to catch up to you.)

“You can’t say that. It’s a bad word.”

“How do you know that?”

“My family says it all the time, but they told me I can’t say it.”

“Well, my family is not your family. And I hate my family!”

You’ve yelled the last words at the sky, so loud that the crows on the neighboring roofs have taken off in a startled flight.

“They want to wear this stupid dress to go to the stupid market to buy stupid meat. I don’t even want to eat meat, that’s cruel! And I don’t even want to wear a frilly dress! I want to wear black!”

And in saying so you tugged at the pink and white ribbons that encircled your waist.

And Finn couldn’t help being extremely intrigued at this little girl who said bad words and refused to eat meet and wanted to wear black. It was the most exciting thing to ever happen in all the duration of the war.

“You want to wear a black dress?”

“Yes, but my mama won’t let me. She says it’s too sad because of the war. But black isn’t sad! Black is beautiful!”

“Maybe I could find you a black dress. I’m sure my sister must have one. Where do you live?”

And, loyal to his promise, the following morning he had run to your doorstep and snuck into your house - a proper Shelby talent, to be able to go unnoticed or make a ruckus depending on the occasion - with an old, crinkled mourning dress of Ada’s, that had probably belonged to his mother and had been mended several times

And it was obviously five sizes too big for you and you looked more like a ghost from one of Finn’s horror novels, your arms floating in the sleeves and the hem of the skirt pooling at your feet, but your smile was the brightest light he’d ever seen in this whole damn town.

“Do you like it?”

(He didn’t really know why he sounds so nervous. Maybe it was having a friend, a real friend, and doing something personal for them... or maybe it had to do with how fast his heart beat, watching you in that gigantic, shapeless dress)

“I love it! Thank you so much, Finn!”

From then on started one of the most wonderful friendships Finn would ever have, and what would bring a ray of light to the grim existence of a little boy in the midst of a global war

Despite the ration cards, despite the loneliness, despite the worry that tugged at his stoic aunt’s eyes for her son and nephews across the Channel... he found an unspeakable solace in your friendship

And one day, without a trace, you were gone

He knocked on your door; gone. He asked all the neighbors what had happened to the family that lived there; gone. He wrote you letters and sent them to the confines of England; gone. He got scolded by Polly for marking numbers at random on Tommy’s state-of-the-art telephone; gone.

Suddenly he was back to the bleak existence he had battled with before meeting you, and the hollow inside his chest only grew wider as the days went on, because he had no explanation as to what had happened to you, and worried every single day

Thankfully, the war ended not long after, and his brothers came back home, all alive and unscathed - well, for the most part

Fast forward more or less ten years, and much has changed in Finn Shelby’s life and in old Birmingham, but the memory of you still stugs at his heartstrings

One evening, he’s tasked by Arthur to run some errands, send a few messages, scout a few places; the most dangerous thing his older brothers will ever let him do

His task leads him to a bar in the center of town, one that pours its joyous light and music into the street outside; he’s there to meet with a client, arrange a meeting; nothing he’s hasn’t done already

But the evening takes a turn for the unexpected when he recognizes the girl sat alone at a table, enjoying the musicians’ jazz with an air of pure bliss on her face

It’s been ten years, of course, but... it’s unmistakable. That face, that silhouette, and the black ensemble from head to toe... and he’s always had a knack for remembering faces, especially those that mark him deeply

Suddenly he’s frozen on the spot, and he has forgotten why he came to the bar in the first place, what his target looks like - all he knows is you, and how beautiful you look in the dim light of the bar, and the undisclosed and unknown feelings he had for you at the time come flooding back.

Except this time, he understands, and he fears them, because he doesn’t have time for any of this, and it’s way too dangerous for you and him

But he can’t just pass you by and not say a word?

He swallows, hard.

And walks up to you.

“Y/N?”

You open your eyes, and your face flashes with recognition, and a little bit of pain as well. Even if you fled without a word, and left him hanging all these years, he’s incapable of rancor

“Finn... wow, you’ve changed so much.”

“You haven’t.”

He gestures at your face, your clothes, how you savor the music like the finest drink in the world, and you laugh and blush, sending his heart into overdrive

“Where were you all this time?”

“I’m so sorry, Finn... my brother died in the war, and... my mom sent me to live with my grandparents in Scotland. We were all destroyed by grief... I needed to get away.”

“Without explanation? Not even a word?”

“I wanted to write to you, so bad, but... I couldn’t remember your address. I couldn’t remember anything about Birmingham at all...”

He nods, slowly, in understanding.

The war opens wounds that never heal, even after all the most beautiful friendships and love stories in the world.

“But I’m really glad I found you.”

His heart is pounding in his throat. Maybe it’s a sign of destiny that he found you here, tonight, alone, and ready to welcome him back. Maybe it’s a word from fate, that you can never truly be apart.

So he takes the seat in front of you, and you smile, that shy but bright smile of yours, and he forgets all about his mission, his client, and his brothers.

They’ll have to understand.

800 follower sleepover

[indianamoonshine]

solo’s copilot ♡︎ chapter two / “all women should”

summary: “Then you realize...it's because he's starved. Starved of affection himself. Of adoration. Of touch. He'd been Kylo Ren for years, dwelling in solitude with no one to hold him, no one to make love to, no one to cry for. You realize then that he craved closeness and he wanted it with you."

rating: M for suggestive content

AN: hi friends! it's me - mikaela - your local ben simp. i should be working on my screenplay, but i can't get this story out of my head. i actually had a lot of fun writing this chapter! the thing that tasha did to reader - you know the one. the vagina thing? yeah. i actually had a friend do this to me irl.

Tasha's nails clink impatiently against her glass of mither. She's been itching to say it for the past hour - you know she has.

"So..." she begins ominously. You prepare for her greatest performance. What were best friends for? "Big night for Ben, huh?"

The two of you stand at the bar of The Water Hole, a local cantina, and watch as Ben (along with some other Resistance fighters) aggressively chug their ales. He looks wild and, truthfully, on his way to being fried. You can't help but laugh when he spills on himself, brow arching in confusion, and then grumbling when he sees the mess he's made. He pretends like no one saw, but you did; you always see him. The way that particular strand of his hair dangles over his forehead had you biting your lip as he laughed, completely unaware of how fucking hot he was. Sometimes you hated him for that.

You turn to Tasha, pretending not to catch onto what she's implying, but she's grinning wickedly at you.

"Yep," you say half-heartedly, continuing to observe the room.

It's dim, but bright enough so that you're able to distinguish faces from one another. Lance, a blonde man with an unfortunate amount of sweat stains, converses animatedly with Ben. Then there's Bella, a witty and stunningly beautiful woman with emerald hair who cozies up with her boyfriend. You didn't recognize all the faces here. Some of them were bounty hunters or smugglers passing through, but the ones you did know where notorious party animals. You had a feeling you'd be nursing a hangover in the morning.

Tasha swirls her drink with a slender finger. "Could be a big night for you, too."

Bingo. Took her long enough.

Still, you pretend it takes you off guard, and pretend to choke on your drink. "What?"

Your friend rolls her eyes. She means well, just as she always has, ever since the two of you were toddlers. Growing up with her should've made more of a rebellious impact on you but it didn't. Not to say you didn't enjoy drinking and being with friends - you did, just not every night like Tasha. And that was fine; she was good at it. Sometimes you wished you were as talented as socializing as she was; you might be predisposed to make the kind of money she did. Tasha, in addition to being a Resistance fighter, was also the center of many wealthy men and women's lives.

"Ah, don't play coy." She slaps you in jest, but her strength causes a sting.

You stick out your tongue like a child eating something sour. "Boys have cooties," you joke. You know very well Ben did not have cooties.

Tasha rolls her eyes and smirks, holding the straw to her mouth before continuing. "Even a blushing virgin knows what success does to a man." She takes a long sip while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "It builds their ego..."

She takes a look at Ben from across the room. You do too. And despite how much Tasha adores you - how willing she would be to step in front of a blaster for you - she can't help but drink in the sight of the scoundrel who so handsomely laughs with friends. He's warm. He's kind.

He is absolutely perfect in every way. You don't blame her for the lust.

"Though, I don't think he needs much help with that." Her eyes fall lower and she does obviously enough so that you see where she's looking.

Tasha tears her eyes from Ben's - unquestionably - well endowed bulge. "You sure you can handle that?" she asks you with a wink.

You weren't the jealous type. Really. But everyone made their desire for him so loud; it was hard not to be jealous in some way or another. All the women (and men) on base who were gorgeous, intelligent, and very single were surely competent enough to take him from you.

But he hadn't left. Not in the five months you've been seeing one another; it's what you kept you from clawing peoples' eyes out.

"You're insatiable," you tell her. "Now you want him too?"

Tasha gives you an incredulous and pointed look. "You know I love you...but you also know that everyone on base wants him." She scoffs. "Don't pretend like you don't know that. You're so goddamned lucky."

You take a quiet slurp of your drink, eyes locked onto the way he concentrates to what Lance is saying. His eyebrows furrow and he nods, sucking the inside of his cheek and it makes his jawline more prominent. You feel a heat bloom in your body and know how lucky you are. For fuck's sake, you still can't believe it.

"He could be bad at it," you say then, though you know the idea is ridiculous.

Tasha shakes her head and light bounces off her pretty, blonde pin curls. "I wouldn't count on it. He has a reputation...just like his dad..." she says dreamily, as though she knew Han Solo personally.

There's a silence between the two of you before she says, "Are you prepared?" like she already knows the answer.

You shrug. "Can you ever be prepared for something like this?"

Tasha looks at you like you're not serious. Maybe she was expecting another answer.

"For sex?" Yes," she says simply. "God, you're the mature one, too."

"I have an implant if that's what you're wondering." You lift up your forearm to the light and see the outline of a very small, very faint chip embedded beneath your skin. It wasn't required in the Resistance - not anymore. But once you and Ben started dating, the idea of an accident seemed more plausible than what you'd like to imagine.

She looks thoughtfully at a space above your head. "Okay, yes, that's very important. But have you shaved?"

There's a pang of fear that lights up your abdomen. Shit. 

"I didn't exactly plan on this happening tonight!" you argue under your breath.

She doesn't take a breath. "What are you wearing?" Damn woman, cut me some slack, you think.

You blink a few times, trying to process her question, and crinkle your nose when you come up short. "Is that a trick question?"

Your dear friend looks exasperated and maybe even a little disappointed. After all these years of confiding in you about her various sexual endeavors, you surely could've picked up on the basics. Weren't you listening when she told you about the crotch-less underwear she wore for Mike in transmissions? Did you forget about the time she showered before a hook-up, swiped a finger in her vagina, and held it to your nose before asking, "Be honest...do I smell?" (No. You hadn't forgotten that - as much as you wanted to - but for the record: she didn't.)

"You don't have any lingerie?" she asks, dumbfounded.

"Why would I have lingerie?" you whisper heatedly and a little too quickly.

A man with a false eye turns his neck to glance at you, perplexed by the dialogue, but intrigued nonetheless. You glare at him and scoot farther away.

"Maybe because you're in a relationship with possibly the sexiest man in the galaxy, that's why!" she responds, throwing her free hand in the air for dramatics - she was always very good at that.

Tasha rubs her right temple as you cross your arms in defense, waiting for her to say something else. And then she does. An idea pops into her head, a lightbulb practically manifesting to gleam over her.

"T-shirt," she decides.

"Huh?"

"Holy fuck, are you this naive?" she asks, but she's hiding laughter. "Men go nuts when we do that. They like knowing we're smaller than them..." she cocks an eyebrow in amusement. "Though, that's never really been the case for me."

Tasha is tall. Six feet and two inches tall. You try to imagine her drowning in a man's shirt but couldn't possibly conjure up someone big enough to give her something to disappear in. Chewbacca, maybe.

You try to shake the thought away, to imagine one of Ben's plain tees hanging just below your shaking knees. How you could possibly work with that solely because you knew how much bigger he was than you. Throw on a little lip gloss, maybe. Mascara? Blush? No. No blush; he'll be getting you red enough.

Oh. The thought makes you clench.

But what if he preferred a woman who was natural? You wore makeup in front of him when he took you on your first date, honestly just for an excuse to dress in something other than your uniform. But because of the way his pupils expanded when he saw you, you decided to dress up more often. Did it matter? If he was worth it, he'd like you any way. And you knew Ben was worth it. Still, all these questions and all these rules for sex were overwhelming for someone who hadn't even given a blow-job. You take another drink of your liquid courage as your head spins with possibilities. They were endless.

Tasha watches with an enigmatic smile as you fix your hair to frame it the way Ben likes. "Okay," you say, but you're really only talking to yourself. "I'm going in."

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A wide smile forms on Ben's face when you arrive at the table.

You're shaking, but doing your best to hide it, hoping that the façade of alcohol might camouflage your trembling fingers. Ben reaches his arms out to you and you accept his invitation to sit snuggly on his lap. You fit in it perfectly, especially when your head leans back against the curvature of his shoulder. He caresses your arm and you notice how his fingers trace over the indentation of your birth control. For some reason, that triggers a primal instinct, and you press your face into his neck.

"Did you get anything to drink?" Ben asks, lifting your chin with his index finger.

You nod, eyes sparkling when they meet his. You can feel the nervousness slowly dissolve in your body, but it could be because of the alcohol inoculating through your veins. "I did, thank you."

"Why didn't you let me pay for it? I would've." He kisses your cheek softly and then the other. "How many have you had?"

You shrug. "Just one." You lean into his touch, relishing in the electricity that burns your insides. It feels so good. "Nothing I can't handle."

He smirks, but behind it there's something you can't quite put your finger on. It's wicked, but tempting. Licentious, but adoring. It makes you blush, especially by the way he so openly touches your face with such softness. You never expected Ben to be so unstirred by potential reactions from others. Who knew Ben was so into public displays of affection?

Then you realize...it's because he's starved. Starved of affection himself. Of adoration. Of touch. He'd been Kylo Ren for years, dwelling in solitude with no one to hold him, no one to make love to, no one to cry for. You realize then that he craved closeness and he wanted it with you.

For fuck's sake, it's bringing tears to your eyes. You try to stop them by burying your face in his collarbone again but it doesn't work. His beating heart, his breathing, his warmth makes you even more emotional. You want to wrap yourself around him until the two of you become one - until you can pass on whatever it was that he needed from your own spirit. Whatever he needed, he'd get from you.

Gods...did you...did you love him?

No. No, it's too early, you tell yourself. You can't love him. It could end just as easily as it began, even if he did love you back. Something would eventually happen - he could die, you could die, the spark could burn out after the honeymoon phase ended. This is what you've convinced yourself, not only with Ben, but with other men too. And they always did end up leaving, even if you begged them to stay.

"You okay, baby?" he mumbles in your hair.

His voice brings you back to life. He'd never called you baby before. You're surprised to find how much you like it.

You lift your head and watch as his irises seem to turn another shade of mahogany. "Yep," you smile, running your fingers through his hair. You begin to slowly run your fingers across his scalp as though to mend a wound that wasn't there. Not in the bone, anyway. His conscious; you'd try to mend his psyche, and maybe it was an unintentional move from your own subconscious. But you allowed it.

Ben hums from your gentle touch, forgetting about the drink in his hand. He sets it down and leans back against the booth, eyes shut, and smiling as you play with his locks, twirling them around your fingers. You admire the way it shines in the dim lighting - he took care of himself well. That means he could take care of you, too. The idea makes you shiver in his arms.

The group of friends talk with one another in loud, jubilant conversation. When Ben doesn't say anything after some time, Lance pipes up.

"How you doin' over there, Solo?" He's chuckling by the way Ben's loosened his limps while savoring your embrace.

It must be a sight to see. Ben's almost slumped over in his seat with only a couple of drinks in his system as a girl half his size twiddles with his hair. Solo didn't relax much - he was always on the move, so to see him in this state was probably more reliving than humorous.

Ben just lifts a hand, eyes still closed, enjoying your fingers as they dance around his face. You count the small moles on his skin his under your breath and trace the slope of his nose. Eck. What had you become? PDA hadn't ever tickled your fancy before, so why are you all of a sudden so fuckin' cringeworthy?

Then you realize you didn't care. Ben Solo was practically purring against you as you squirmed in his lap. And you knew by the way he snaps open his eyes, some kind of fire raging behind them, and grabs ahold of your hips:

That he.

Was going.

To fuckin'.

Wreck you.

You'd let him. And he knows that too by the way you squeal when he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He gives you a light swat on your butt as he stands and you burst into laughter, not giving a single shit about who thinks what anymore.

"Alright, Petals. I think it's time to go now," he announces and bobs you back into place against him.

Lance lets out a whistle that implies what everyone was thinking. "Have fun, you two!" he shouts from across the cantina.

And as you hoot with laughter - the kind of laughter you know is genuine - you spot Tasha at the bar. She holds up her drink and nods her head as though to say:

"As all women should."

[sebthesnipe]

A Very Patton Christmas

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To @gilby-the-geek-girl for being the best friend a person could ask for. For without whom my writing would be riddled with errors and inconsistency, and whose gift of friendship has been the greatest thing to happen to me in a very long time. While I know you’ve read this (cuz you beta for me like the boss bitch you are) I still hope that you know that it was written with love for you. (I really don’t have time to write for anyone else XP) One day I hope you’ll have a friend at least half as good as you are (because we both no I ain’t it XP) I hope your Hanukkah wasn’t a miserable one and that you Christmas is the highlight of your 2020 (because we both know there isn’t much competition).  Prompt: Explain why Patton’s Sweater this year is so damn ugly.

Patton shifted under the mountainous pile of blankets atop him. It was early, or rather… late? He hadn’t really slept. How could he?! His favorite day of the year was here! Well, it would be.

He shifted again, this time wiggling towards where he thought one of the blankets ended and poked his head out to look at his frog shaped Wisoee alarm clock. Its dim light smiled at him reading 3:37 AM.

He held back a squeal as he ducked back into this warm cave of comforters. He couldn’t watch the clock.

A watched pot never boils,he reminded himself.

He went over the day’s schedule in his head:

Logan would already be awake and emerge at precisely 4:00 AM, as he always did. Today though, was the only day out of the year the Logan broke his (otherwise) usual routine.

Logan would skip his usual jog, replacing his gray sweats for the pajamas Patton had bought him for his birthday (a blue plaid pair of pants and a grey tee  with the text ‘Wash your hands. Wear a mask. Vote.’ printed on the front) At which point, he would make his way to the kitchen where he would start a pot of coffee for himself, Virgil, and Janus.

That would be where Patton, came in!

Patton would already be in the kitchen to start his homemade hot chocolate for himself, Roman, and Remus (With Logan’s help of course. He didn’t want another incident like the baking fiasco from a few months ago).

By the time they finished, Roman would be up, no doubt singing everyone into wakefulness. Then it would be time for hot cocoa and presents!

Patton got them all Christmas sweaters just like he did every year! He loved picking them out for each of his friends and watching them all spread out in the living room, all snug and cozy to watch their usual Christmas movie marathon!

They always let Patton pick the first movie, but there were so many good ones he usually couldn’t choose! Logan would probably chime in with the Nutcracker, not because he was a fan but because it was the only Christmas movie Roman and Remus agreed on, making  it the popular choice.

Then it would be Logan’s actual turn. He usually chose The Polar Express. Patton was pretty sure he only chose it because there were really only two Christmas movies based on books and Janus always chose A Christmas Carol. That and because Patton really liked it!

Then came Janus and finally Virgil, who was Jewish and didn’t have personal stock in Christmas, but participated for the others (which was another reason he was Patton’s favorite ,not that he’d ever admit it). Virgil always wanted to watch Die Hard, but knew Patton didn’t care for the violence much, so he usually settled for Rudolf, which warmed the fatherly figure’s heart to no end (Which was probably why Patton had bought him the collector’s edition box set of the movie). During the previous year’s viewing of the movie Virgil and Logan ended up in a discussion regarding how the song Rudolf the Rednosed Reindeer was (according to Virgil) one of the only times a big corporation did what was right. Patton usually tried to follow this kind of discussion, but he usually got lost when Logan started in about percentages and underpaid artists. It just really hurt his little heart to know so many talented people out there were struggling.

The movies, as a matter of fact, were why Patton chose the sweaters he did for them this year! Each of his friends would be gifted a sweater to mirror each of their favorite Christmas movies! (Die Hard being the exception of course!)

After all that, the group would settle in for-

The alarm clock croaked loudly, signaling the arrival of 3:45 AM.

Patton’s previous thoughts evaporated into excitement as he attempted scramble from the mass of comforters, reaching to shut off the alarm.

His leg tangled in one of the large downeys and he hit the ground with a heavy thud. He paid no mind to his bruised ribs as he wrestled himself from its grasp, smacking the flashing frog to silence it.

A moment later he threw open his door, intent for the stairs.

He never made it though. At least, not at first…

Something was off.

He paused in the hallway, skin prickling at the coolness of the air.

He had only made it a few feet when he noticed it.

Roman’s door was ajar, the dark shadows of his messy room an indication of his absence…

Remus’ too. Though it was only slightly. Patton noticed the smell more than the sight.

Was everyone up before him?

He moved towards Virgil’s room, giving a soft knock before shouldering open the door.

“Hey, Kiddo. You up?” He whispered softly before noticing the unmade empty bed.

“And what would you know?!” the ‘kiddo’-in-question’s voice came in a harsh snap, drifting up from the living room.

“Keep your voice down!” Janus’ own snapped back, matching Virgil’s volume though the tone was a mock attempt at a whisper in his tone.

Patton inched closer, concern playing on his features as he flattened himself against the wall at the top of the stairs. He certainly didn’t want to intrude on his friends’ conversation, but there was obviously something was wrong.

“Bite me, snake boy!” Virgil snapped in return, though his voice was lowered.

“Don’t tempt me,” Janus hissed.

“Wait! Let me get the camera! Pics or it didn’t happen!” Remus’ voice came in a giddy giggle. “Okay, make sure you draw blood.”

“Gross,” Virgil huffed, heat gone.

“As much as I hate to admit it, Stormcloud, I think Ser Lies-a-lot is right,” Roman sighed softly. 

“You can’t be serious!” Virgil grumbled. 

“I believe he is,” Logan’s calm voice interrupted. “Statistically speaking, twenty three percent of christmas gifts in America in a given year are unwanted but kept.”

“That’s reassuring,” Virgil growled. 

“I wasn’t finished,” Logan retorted. “Given that statistic, along with the fact that individuals are more likely to gift items they like themselves, and factoring in the number of gifts we’ve received over the years. That paired with the fact that it was commissioned from an independent artist, supporting their work directly: I would say that there is a ninety-two point six five present chance that Patton will find the gift quite adequate.”

“Did you really just do all that in your head?” Janus asked curiously. 

“Actually, no,” Logan admitted. “I calculated the odds when the idea was brought up months ago, as I do with each of your christmas gifts.”

“Is that why I got socks last year?” Remus chirped. 

“Yes, well… I found that the other options would cause unease with the others,” Logan clarified.

“Boring!” 

“Don’t worry Remus, he didn’t get you a dissection kit this year to make up for it,” Janus commented sarcastically.

“What?!” Roman spat as Remus gasped excitedly. 

“I’m not even sure how you know that,” Logan sighed, probably straightening his glasses like he usually did when something annoyed him. “And I’m not sure I care to know.”

“We’re getting side tracked. He’ll be up any minute,” Virgil interrupted once more. “The fact is, it’s one of the ugliest things I’ve ever seen and it’s too late not to give it to him.”

“I like it!” Remus argued.

“See!” Virgil huffed, using Remus’ opinion as evidence to the validity of his statement. 

“Ugh, maybe he has a point Teach,” Roman agreed. “I could put together a card for us to sign instead?”

“No, it’s too late for that, beside I am certain this is all an overstated concern.” Logan countered.

“Perhaps, a vote wouldn’t be appropriate?” Janus offered. 

“I agree, all in favor of giving Patton the gift we already agreed upon?” Logan asked. 

There was silence as Patton assumed a few of the boys raised their hands. 

“All opposed?” He continued.

“Remus you can’t vote twice!” Roman snapped. 

“You’re no fun!” Remus whined. “I’ll stick with J-anus then!”

“Please, continue to call me that. I just love it,” Janus deadpanned. 

“The ayes have it then,” Logan decided. 

“What eyes?” Remus chirped excitedly, but no one paid him any mind. 

“Roman, if you would be so kind as to finish wrapping the gift, I have a pot of coffee to finish,” Logan dismissed.

“I have some extra ribbon in my room. Want to help, Stormcloud?” Roman asked, making Patton tense as they headed his way. 

He didn’t wait for V to answer as Patton hurried back to his room and closed the door softly behind him. 

He really shouldn’t have eavesdropped. 

Guilt filled him as he leaned against the frame, processing everything that had been said. 

The group had never agreed on a gift for Patton. Usually Logan and Roman were the only two to get him anything and they just included the others’ names on the presents (not that Patton ever called them out on it. Why would he?). Patton didn’t mind of course, he knew they had trouble buying for him.

Logan usually got him a new hoodie or something practical like a flamingo pen, or oven mitts (though those usually only lasted about a week before Patton caught them on fire or melted them!). Roman always made him something, like the card he had mentioned, and just had the others sign it. Patton didn’t mind of course, he loved everything they gave him. It was the thought that warmed him! Even the fact that Remus refrained from his usual off the wall habits to try and make Patton more comfortable meant the world to him.

The fact that the group was so torn over his opinion broke his heart. How could they think that? What had he done to put that doubt in their mind? He had to do better! Whatever it was, he would show he loved it more than anything they had ever gotten him before.

His brows furrowed in determination. 

This would be their year!

He took a moment to gather himself before plastering on a smile and throwing open the door once more, running straight into a surprised Logan. 

Logan gave a small grunt as Patton bumped him, the mug of hot cocoa sloshing over and onto his hand. 

“Oh goodness!” Patton gasped in shock, “I’m so sorry Lo’! Are you alright?” The smaller man hurriedly took the mug from his friend’s hand and set it on the small table next to the door, frantically searching for something to clean up the mess. 

“I’m fine, Patton,” Logan reassured, producing a blue handkerchief from his pant pocket and wiping the warm liquid off his hand. Leave it to Logan to have his handkerchief with him despite wearing pajamas. “I made sure the liquid was at an acceptable temperature for this exact reason.”

“Oh! I hope I didn’t ruin your new PJs!” Patton cried, already pushing Logan’s arms up to examine the flannel. 

There wasn’t a stain to be found. Logan arched a brow as he waited for Patton to satisfy his need for the inspection before sighing. 

“Truly, Patton, I’m fine. Are you?” Logan asked, his neutral expression turning to one of concern. 

“What?” Patton hummed, glancing up to meet the taller man’s eyes. “Of course! I wasn’t the one holding the cup!” 

“I wasn’t referring to the cocoa,” Logan pointed out, lowering his arms. “It’s 4:17. It isn’t like you to be so unpunctual on Christmas day.” 

“Oh…” Patton whispered, lowering his gaze in shame. Should he tell him? It wasn’t right to keep secrets. Would he be upset if he found out Patton had been eavesdropping? No… Today was their day… He wouldn’t do anything to upset them. “No. I’m fine!” Patton reassured, suddenly as chipper as ever as he offered out a smile. 

Logan eyed him suspiciously, but seemed to wearily accept the answer. 

“Well, I thought your traditional cup of cocoa would help if anything were amiss,” Logan nodded towards the cup, bringing Patton’s attention to it once more. 

Logan had made it without him? 

Patton could feel the mask around his heart start to crack a little as his stomach sank. He supposed it made sense that Logan wouldn’t really need him to make it… Still, that was Patton and Logan’s Christmas tradition… It hurt that he had been left out of it. 

“Aw! Thank you Logan!” Patton forced out in his preening voice as if nothing was wrong. 

This was their day, not his. 

“That’s so sweet!” He added, collecting the mug and taking a small sip. Somehow it didn’t taste as good as it usually did. 

“You’re very welcome, Patton,” Logan replied with a small tilt of his lips. 

His crooked smile also seemed to soften his features; Patton loved that about him. It made his sudden disappointment worth it. 

“I know we usually have a schedule for the holiday, but…” Logan paused as if he were nervous. What an odd look for the scholar. “Well, the others requested a change in plans.”

Patton’s heart sank. What kind of change? Did they not like the way they usually celebrated Christmas? Why hadn’t they told him? Was his idea of Christmas really so one sided? How had he not noticed this before? Was that why Logan was so nervous?

No… It didn’t matter. This was their day, not his.

“What kind of change, kiddo? I’m sure whatever it is will be great! It’s Christmas after all!” Patton responded, despite the way his stomach knotted. 

“Well,” Logan began, stepping aside. “Perhaps it would be best if they explained it.”

Patton hesitated before nodding taking the lead as they walked down the hall. What if they didn’t want to do hot cocoa and movies any more? What if they didn’t want to celebrate Christmas at all?! Was that why they came together for a gift? To appease Patton? They were all getting older and it wasn’t as if they had children. Maybe they felt like Christmas wasn’t for adults…

That was ridiculous, Patton knew that. But still…

He headed down the stairs, a smile still glued to his lips as he caught sight of Remus and Janus whispering over a small box. 

“I told you, it's for you!” Janus hissed at the mustached man next to him, fending him off the plain white box in his hands. 

“I helped pick them out! I should be allowed first dib-” Remus cut himself off as Janus elbowed him in the ribs pulling his attention up to Patton, just as he took the last step on the landing. 

“I didn’t lick them, I swear!” Remus called out, smiling broadly in his stained Oscar the Grouch onesie. “Okay maybe a few.”

Janus rolled his eyes, dressed in his usual suit and hat, not bothering with a comment. 

“Good Morning, Patton, slept horribly I hope?” Janus asked pleasantly. 

“Hey, kiddos. You’re up early,” Patton offered, feeling more uneasy than ever; something that must have shown because at that moment Logan leaned down to whisper in the smaller man’s ear. 

“Are you sure you are alright Patton?” he asked softly. “If you’re not feeling well then perhaps you should rest. I’m sure we can put this off unti-”

“Hola, Padre!” Roman’s voice came,  cutting off Logan’s words. 

Patton glanced up at the two figures standing at the top of the stairs. Roman, straight backed, hands behind him as he stood tall in his prince pajamas; Virgil behind him, using him to practically hide his small form, dressed in his Jack Skeleton onesie. 

“Roman, Virgil! You’re up already! This is a surprise!” Patton feigned excitement.

“Definitely a Christmas miracle,” Janus sighed. 

No one paid the comment any mind as Roman hurried down the stairs. Grin wide.

“Well this is a special day, Padre!” Roman explained as Virgil followed after, rolling his eyes. 

“Bah-Humbug,” the black and white clad man grumbled in response. Though it may have been Patton’s imagination, but Virgil's eyeshadow looked a few shades lighter than usual. 

“Feliz Navidad Patton! Merry Christmas!”Roman sang, producing the present from behind his back and offering it out. 

Patton’s heart skipped a beat, hesitating as he glanced around the room at each of his friends. They all looked so nervous… Even Janus. 

His attention went back to the gift being presented. It was a decent sized package with rainbow wrapping paper, black and white striped ribbon, and a green and blue bow that sat just above a small yellow tag that read ‘To: Janus From: Patton’.

Despite Patton’s dread and apprehension, he couldn’t help but smile at the packaging. They had even come together on the wrapping. It was very sweet. 

He glanced up at Roman who nodded eagerly, indicating that Patton was welcome to it. 

“You guys! You didn’t have to do all this!” He whispered in awe, voice cracking as tears began filling his eyes.

No matter what happened, Patton was awed by the fact that the boys went to so much trouble for him. They had come together for him. It didn’t matter if they were too old for Christmas!

He tugged at the ribbon, finding it firmly in place, before turning it over and trying again. After flipping it once more he heard Logan give a small chuckle. 

“May I?” his soft calm voice came. Patton nodded, handing over the package to Logan and wiping away a tear he felt rolling down his cheek. 

Logan’s nimble fingers loosened the bow and the surrounding ribbon, careful not to ruin them (he knew Patton loved to keep them and hang them above his mirror to admire later). Logan set the ribbon aside before handing the package back to the smaller man.

“Thank you,” Patton murmured weakly, gently tearing the wrapping to slide the sleek white box from inside. 

“This is worse than waiting for a magnet you swallowed to come out the other end!” Remus chimed in excitedly. 

“Ugh! Does he really have to be here?!” Roman whined, causing Patton’s grin to turn genuine.

The momentary distraction had him feeling a bit better as he slid a nail under the lid of the box, breaking the tape there and pulling open the lid. 

Wrapped loosely in a thin tissue paper lay a DVD copy of The Shop Around the Corner, a mug that, when you sip it, makes the drinker look like the bottom half of their face belongs to a puppy, and some kind of knitted fabric.

“Ah! You guys!!!” Patton squealed, tears beginning to fall as he collected the mug and movie, setting them aside and pulling out the sweater to get a better look at it. 

The light blue knitted midsection was covered in what, he assumed, was supposed to be some kind of icing pattern? Or perhaps whipped cream? Lace? He wasn’t sure. There was also a brown bow tie that was maybe supposed to be chocolate? Down the center was a line of pink chocolate chip cookie buttons. The bright pink sleeves had much of the same design though instead of pink cookies they were light blue.

It may have been the ugliest excuse of a sweater Patton had ever seen.

Silence fell in the rooms everyone waited for Patton’s reaction. 

“We know it’s not as good as the ones you get us,” Virgil chimed in nervously. “But we thought that maybe you’d like one of your own?” 

“The mug, of course, is so you won’t have to make so many trips for more cocoa,” Logan added with a soft smile. “I thought the others would like to help us make the rest after you change, of course. If you’d like.”

“The rest?” Patton asked, breath hitching as the tears threatened to fall. “You mean… You didn’t make it without me?” He sniffled.

“What?” Logan blinked in surprise. “Of course not, Patton. Making hot chocolate for everyone is a tradition I enjoy spending with you. I would never-”

“Well, it's just… you brought the mug up… So, I thought…” Patton let his voice fade as he watched understanding flash over Logan’s features.

“I was worried there might be something wrong. I thought waking you with your own mug would be a nice surprise.” Logan explained. “I apologize if I gave the wrong impression, Patton. I only made the one mug. I know you find a great deal of happiness in our customary time in the kitchen. I would not want to take that from you.”

“But…” Patton murmured, eyes shifting to the others. “Everyone’s already awake… And you were all together… I don’t want to impose on-”

“¡Espera! ¡Espéra! ¡Espéra!” Roman interrupted, looking both surprised and concerned. “I did not wake up far before my beauty rest was done to hear this slander especially from Mr. Spirit of Christmas, himself! Patton, with you there is no Christmas.”

“Roman is right, Patton,” Virgil shrugged, shrinking a bit lower into his hood. “I certainly wouldn’t be celebrating and we definitely wouldn’t have come together to get you the gifts. 

“I know Shop Around the Corner isn’t usually on our Christmas Merry Marathon list, but you never really get to pick a movie and I know it’s your favorite,” Roman pitched in. “At least, that's what Janus claims.”

“I totally didn’t check your browsing history,” Janus shrugged.

“And I edited the email to the artist!” Remus added proudly.

“That… explains a lot,” Logan whispered under his breath softly.

“We also didn’t bring you cookies from that bakery you hate.” Janus stated, setting the box he had been holding down on the small table next to him. 

Patton was silent throughout the exchange, burying his face into the soft fabric as he began to shake silently with his sobs. 

“I told you he wouldn’t like it!” Virgil cried desperately.

“No!” Patton responded, voice breaking. “I love it! I love all of it!” He dropped his hands just enough to rush forward, wrapping both Virgil and Roman into a great big hug. “Thank you so much! It’s perfect!” 

Roman gave a boisterous laugh, returning the hug as Virgil couldn’t help but smile; both grunting as Remus piled atop them. 

Logan approached, resting a hand on Patton’s shoulders in reassurance. 

“Well, this is certainly a disgusting sight,” Janus sighed, though he was grinning as well. 

“I love you guys so much!” Patton laughed, the weight on his heart lifting to the point of forgetfulness. How could he have ever thought these men didn’t need him or wouldn’t want to spend Christmas with him. They were his family!

“Is it just me or is this oddly arousing?” Remus purred.

“Ugh!” Roman and Virgil both scoffed at once, shoving the rank smelling man away from them. 

“Why do you have to ruin everything?!” Roman growled, dragging his brother away.

Patton didn’t mind the outburst, however, far too busy hurrying up the stairs to change so they could get their Best Christmas EVER underway…

The End...

[lildevyl]

Testing the Potion Maker

Author’s Note: Based on  @lamiasluck​ Magic!AU. So, I’ve discovered this cool and talented writer from a Creative Buddy of mine, @juju-on-that-yeet blog. I went to take a look at @lamiasluck and found a couple of their AU’s and fell in love with them!

So, @lamiasluck this is for your Magic!AU. And since I found your AO3 Account and instantly fell in love with your Timid Speech Series. Expect another fic for ya based on that as well!

Hope ya enjoy!  HAPPY WRITING!

Summary:  Dark decides to pay the new Potion Maker a personal visit. He wants to see first hand just how “innocent” Eric truly is and at the same time, why not put this new Potion Maker to the test? Dark needs two of the most, highest quality, and very powerful potions of all time.

(Potion Shop)

Dark decided to pay the new Potion Maker, (Eric was it?) a visit.  He had heard from not just two of his loyal members that this new guy was so innocent but now, even one of his best spies said that he was as well.  There’s just no way someone would end up here without some kind of secret to hide!  Usually, Dark would have his “informant” in his basement “spilling the beans” on Eric by now, but unfortunately, Doctor Iplier needed to rest.  During their last, “investigation” to get the information Dark needed, Edward nearly experienced magical exhaustion.

Which led Dark to his little stroll down, downtown.  They found a man that would have the answers that Dark would need to get to the bottom of this new Potion Maker and whether or not he’s as innocent as he plays to be.  So, why not test the new Potion Maker?  Edward as of right now, couldn’t use his talents when Dark interrogated their new informant, so Dark came up with a new plan. A Truth Potion, just a few drops will have the person spilling all of their secrets no matter how personal they may be.  So, what better way to test the new Potion Maker to see if he’s the real deal then to see if he has the true skills to make it?

A little bell dinged as Dark stepped through the threshold of the Potion Shop.  Light beige walls, very colorful but organized potions, and ingredients littered the shelves.  Dark even saw some local and very exotic looking plants were scattered around the place as well.  It felt a bit “cozy” actually.  Another reason to be suspicious of this new Potion Maker.  Dark stood there with his snake familiar, Celine, draped comfortably across his shoulders.

There were a couple of other customers in the shop and all of them knew he was and made the right choice of giving, Dark a wide birth.  Dark started browsing the shelves.  Most of them were healing potions, prank potions, potions to help you when your sick, and some potions that were just silly.  As Dark browse the shelves he came to one spot that looked quite empty and very out of place.  Hm, maybe he would find out what this little Potion Maker is hiding after all.  The empty space wasn’t much, just a small little cube-like space but there was dust covering it the inside of it.  And when Dark inspected a little closer he found a small card that looked like someone was trying to hide it.  When Dark picked it up and brushed the dust off of it, a Cheshire like grin was displayed on his face.  Taking the card with him, Dark made his way to the front counter.

“Oh, hello s-sir. How may - how may I help you today?”  Dark became confused as to how this meek little magic user became the new Potion Maker.  Still, Dark wanted answers and he was going to get them!

“Ah, yes. I require two potions to be made,” Dark said.

“What - what kind of potions do you need to be made sir?”  Eric asked.

“I require a Truth Potion and of course this Potion to be made,” Dark smirked handing the card over.

Eric took the Potion Card with a confused expression.  He didn’t remember put out “specialty made cards.”  When Eric saw the name of the potion that the man in front of him wanted to make, Eric immediately became uncomfortable.  That was close to a Class 5 Potion.  Not necessarily illegal especially with certain clients in this town, but this was certainly close to it! Especially with how it could be used!  Eric wasn’t sure why it hasn’t been forbidden or put on the illegal list yet.

“Um,  you want me to, to make you a True Loves Potion, sir?”  Eric asked timidly.

A True Loves Potion was highly sought after but it could be used in so many detrimental ways.  Traditional Families used it to make sure their children married the ones that the parents have picked out specifically for the sons and daughters to marry.  Many fans have tried to use it on certain celebrities because they were so convinced that they and the celebrity were actually dating or worst.  Try to break up the celebrity was with and make them fall in love with that obsessed fan.  The only reason why the Government hadn’t put the True Loves Potion on the banned and forbidden list was because; there were certain tests you could do to make sure that you weren’t given it.  And if you were given it, there was an antidote to go with it.

“Yes, along with the Truth Potion,” Dark said getting a little impatient.

“O-okay,” Eric said.  “It’ll be ready by tomorrow.”

“See that it does,” Dark said.

“What name do I put it under, sir?” Eric asked still very nervous.

“Dark.”  And Dark turned and walked out of the shop, not noticing the trembling man behind the counter.

(The Next Day)

The next day came around and Eric was still shaking.  He just met the most dangerous man that he heard of from so many different clients, Wilford especially.  But he never thought that Dark would ever step into his shop.  Now, Eric wasn’t so sure what’s he more afraid of, Dark killing him on the spot if he wasn’t satisfied with his work?  Or what twisted plot Dark might be doing with these two Potions?  Neither of them was illegal although, Eric stopped worrying about that the day he met Bim!

The Truth Potion was a potion that just a few drops either directly from the bottle or in a drink then you will be telling the person on the other side everything!  And when they say everything, they mean everything!  The True Loves Potion, however, that one was trickier.  So many gray areas and so many things with it that it should be illegal and then you have so many of the “Upper Class” telling everyone that will listen.  All the reasons why it shouldn’t be illegal!  The only problem (if you make it right) was that both parties had to drink the potion!  Otherwise, r it will only last a few days or it won’t work at all!

At this point, Eric honestly didn’t care!  As long as he didn’t know anything, or no one told him what they need it for!  Then he could go on with his day pretending that he didn’t just help some criminal!  How, did this happen to him?  Eric just heard about this small town and thought it would be a good place to start over again.  Not having to fear for his life from his overbearing father!  But now, he would just have to play along until he could find another place and move!  The sound of the bell brought Eric out of his brooding thoughts.

“Oh, Mr. Dark!” Eric squeaked.  “I got your order right here sir!”  Eric went to the back and brought out two vials.  One was a bright golden color and the other was a dark pink color.  Eric quickly put them in a safe box for the purchase and told Dark what he owed.

Dark, examined the potions first, and then gave a satisfying nod.  “Here you go, kid.  You’ve earned it.”  Dark said, giving Eric a stack of bills then walking out with the potions.

(Ego Inc)

Dark walked into the basement of his home where he had his “informant.”  Dark smiled at him, tied to the chair, trying his best to act like the “tough guy.”  Doing his absolute best to try and get out the restraints.

“What the hell do you want?!”  The man spat.  “Where’s my son?  Where’s Eric?”

“Funny, you seemed so glad that you didn’t have to deal with the ‘Son that’s the greatest disappointment’ last night,” Dark said as he strolled up to the man with his hands behind his back.  “So, tell me Mr. Derkson, are we going to do this easy way or the hard way?”

“You can go to hell for all I care,” the Man spat again through gritted teeth.

“The easy way then,” Dark said as he took the vial out of his pocket.  He then grabbed Derek’s jaw and wretched it opened.  Careful not to put more than the required drops in his mouth and then covering his mouth so he had no choice to swallow.

He stopped struggling then. He just had this blank look in his eyes as he stared ahead.

“What’s your name?”  Dark asked.

“Derek Derkson,” Derek answered in a monotone voice.

“What are your powers?”

“Fire.”

“How many sons do you have?”

“I had sixteen sons.  Twins, triplets even a few singles.  Unfortunately, due to a horrible accident, I only have one son left.  Eric.”

Dark smiled now.  “So, Derek.  Tell me everything about Eric?”

[islandcontractors]

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[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Six: Growing Love ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Like Magic ] [ AO3 Link ]

Not all witches have bad reputations.

Sure, some will curse you and turn you into a newt. Others will foretell a terrible fortune and feel no pity when you fall to your fate. But some use a mixture of good magic and good will to - rather than hinder - help!

A few miles west of a large city lives one such exception. Tucked away in a copse of trees atop a knoll, a cozy little cabin can be found. Perfectly shaded with dapples of sunlight, it’s surrounded by large gardens filled with plants both magical and mundane. Insects and faeries flutter around the blooming faces of the flowers. And at night, orbs of light and fireflies dance among the leaves.

It truly is an enchanted place.

But even more intriguing is the witch who lives there. A beautiful young woman with dark locks that shine amethyst in the sun. Eyes like pale pearls are large and curious, framed in a heart-shaped face and topped by a blade-cut fringe. Each day she tends to her gardens, dousing them with spring water and carefully pruning the plants she needs for her potions. Drying specimens hang all about the cabin, filling the air with a spicy aroma.

For Hinata, you see, is a witch with a special talent like many of her sisters: and hers lies with potion making. Nearly any concoction you would ever want can be brewed by her. Something to help you sleep, something to bolster your courage, or even to find true love. Never shall she craft a poison, only ever using her powers for happy, helpful things.

Needless to say, such a talent often sees her busy, visited by one townsperson or the next searching for a potion to cure their current predicament. Young or old, rich or poor, she serves all in need of her powers.

Eventually, a rather...peculiar stranger comes a’knocking on her door.

“One moment!” she calls, putting the finishing touches on a health tonic. This particular brew is meant for an old woman with a rheumatism who lives just up the lane. Only once it finishes tempering and turns a beautiful crystal blue does Hinata move it from its beaker to a bottle, the stopper keeping the magic contained within.

Setting aside her tools, she then moves to the door. A tug shows someone with their back to her, donning a dark traveling cloak, hood drawn.

“...can I help you?”

After a pause, the figure turns to reveal a young man. Fair of face but clearly unsettled, he asks, “...you’re the potion witch?”

“Yes, I am. Have you a need for a potion, sir?”

“I...I’m not sure. May I come in?”

With a blink, Hinata then gives a nod, stepping aside to let the stranger in. “Is something the matter, sir?”

I worry there is something...wrong with me.”

“In...in what sense, sir?”

Facing her, the young man lifts a hand, which tightly grips the fabric of his shirt over his chest. “...it’s my heart.”

“Your heart…? Does it pain you, sir? Flutter?”

“...it does nothing. It beats, it lives...and yet it feels...empty.”

The witch gives a tilt of her head. This sounds less like an ailment of the flesh, and more like one of the metaphorical. “...you cannot feel love…?”

“No...yes? I…” He runs a nervous hand through his hair. “...for my kin, I feel great affection. Their happiness is my greatest concern. But I am no longer a boy, and my father expects me soon to wed. But no matter who I meet, who I attempt to court...nothing.”

There’s a delicate pause. “...have you considered that those you seek may not be the sex you expect…?”

“I’ve already ruled out such a notion. Man, woman...something else, it doesn’t matter! Not once have I felt even a flicker of affection for another person! Am...am I…?” True distress colors his gaze. “...broken…?”

After a pause, Hinata softens with a smile. “Not at all, sir...in fact, I’ve heard of such people, those who find themselves with no inclination to love. It is rare, but I’ve never seen it to be unnatural. And yet...you feel this is not right?”

“No...it causes me anguish! I long for it, I truly do...but I feel nothing. Like some kind of...curse…!”

That word makes Hinata frown, brows furrowing. “...I see...if you feel this way so unnaturally, then...I-I agree, something is amiss. A curse like that...I’ve never heard…” Moving to her collection of tomes and scrolls, Hinata browses their spines before pulling forth a book. Fingers flip pages, eyes looking for the right words. “...here...I think this may be what we’re looking for…”

She lays the book flat atop her table, fingers skimming over the parchment. “‘The cure for an emptied heart’. It’s mostly flowering plants, those that symbolize love...rebirth...I think I have them all!”

“You can make it…?”

“I can. It has to brew for three days and three nights, so we will have to be patient. But I think I can do it!”

The man’s shoulders wilt in relief. “Thank you...then, should I pay you now…?”

“Let us wait to see its effects. I’ve never made this potion before, and you should get your results before I’m rewarded. Return here in three days, and I should have it ready for you!”

“Thank you…!”

“Thank me when you’re cured,” Hinata insists. “...oh, wait!”

He turns as he reaches the door, awaiting her query.

“What is your name?”

“...Sasuke. Uchiha,” he replies.

“Well...I hope this works for you, Sasuke.”

“As do I.”

The moment he leaves, Hinata begins bustling, filling her cauldron with pure water and gathering her ingredients. All sorts of flowers are freshly plucked from her garden, humming happily as she sets them in her basket. After being put through a mortar and pestle, the blooms and their leaves are stirred ever so carefully into the simmering water, which quickly dyes a pale pink.

Now...three days, and three nights. I’ll have to be mindful of the fire… she muses to herself, a thoughtful finger tapping at her chin. And each morning, more blooms will have to be added. It’s a good thing she’s taken to growing so many flowers of affection!

From there, well...there’s little more to do than wait.

Other clients come and go, Hinata hanging up a second cauldron when necessary, making sure to keep the first over enough heat to keep simmering. Slowly adding more water to keep it hot, and crushing more blooms with each morn, she carefully keeps the brew optimal, checking her notes and the book’s instructions often.

And then, soon enough, the final day ends, and Sasuke is set to return the following morning. By now, the potion has deepened to a passionate red, just as described in the recipe. Oh, she hopes it works…!

Come morning, she has the brew carefully ladled into a bottle, examining it in the light of a windowpane. It shifts and shimmers, and even now still feels warm to the touch.

A few knocks later and she lets him in, seeing the anxious excitement upon his face. “Have you done it…?”

“I have!” From behind her back she draws the bottle, Sasuke gingerly accepting it. “Now...it says to drink it with closed eyes, for love is blind. You should only need a few swallows.”

“...right.” Hesitating for just a moment, he carefully unstoppers the bottle.

“How does it smell?”

“...smell?”

“The books says that some claim it smells like clues to lead you to your true love!”

“...ah…” Carefully taking in the potion’s scent, he murmurs, “...it smells of flowers, and spices...maybe fresh air, and...freshly baked bread…?”

Hinata’s head tilts. “I see...well, I suppose you should g-give it a try…!”

Sasuke nods, letting his lids flutter closed. Carefully bringing the bottle to his lips, he takes a few long swigs. For good measure, he stands still a long while before daring to open his eyes.

“...well…? Do you feel any...different…?”

“I feel...warm.”

“...warm?”

“Pleasant. Content. Like when you first wake in your bed in the morning.” Sasuke stares out ahead, seeming to mull over his condition. “...is that normal?”

“It wasn’t noted in the book, but...I doubt it’s an ill side effect.”

“...I see. Well, I…” He turns, looking to her thoughtfully...and then his eyes go wide.

“...are you all right?”

“...I…?” A hint of color blooms across his nose. “...I think it...worked…”

After a pause, Hinata seems to realize what he’s alluding to. Is he…?

“...I’m sorry,” he then offers quickly, turning aside and looking flustered. “I...that’s not…”

Hinata too goes a soft shade of pink. “W-well, I...I suppose that’s a good sign…? It seems to have worked. Maybe you should...v-visit some of your suitresses? Just...just to be sure?”

“I...yes, that’s probably wise. But…” Sasuke risks a glance. “Does this mean that...that I -? And you -?”

She gives a sheepish smile, chin ducking toward her chest. “Perhaps...we’d best see what other effects this may be having before we...j-jump to conclusions. But...well, I suppose magic has a way of seeing things we can’t…”

“...right.” There’s a long, painful pause. “...I’ll return to town, then. And, er...report back to you.”

“Very well.”

“I suppose that way, we’ll...know for sure.”

“Yes, you’re...you’re right.”

...another pause.

“...ah, your...your payment…”

As Sasuke shuffles around, Hinata stops him with a hand on his arm. “Perhaps...we’re not quite done yet. We aren’t yet sure if this is the true effect you wanted.”

He hesitates. “...right. Well...I’d better be going. And I’ll return when I know more.”

Hinata nods. “...until then, Sasuke. And...good luck.”

“...thank you.”

Watching him go, Hinata rests her cheek in a hand once he’s gone, feeling its warmth. Oh dear...what have you gotten yourself into…?

                                                      .oOo.

     This is...super random, but the first thing I thought of with this prompt! I had another sub-idea, but...ran out of time, so this is what we've got! I love witchy!Hinata...it's such a cute AU. And of course Sasuke has to show up and get involved ;3      I doubt I'll do more of this just because there isn't much of a STORY to it, but...it was a neat little mini plot! We'll have to see what tomorrow's prompt brings. For now tho, I'm EXHAUSTED, so I'm gonna head off. Thanks for reading!

[aeneasx]

How Each Zodiac Sign Deals With Sadness

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ARIES - THE LOOSE CANNON

When an Aries is sad, everyone knows it. They power up with rage then let it loose the first way they think of. They might want to break something, to tell someone off, or send a risky, impassioned text. They immediately take action and often leave destruction in their wake.

There is strength in all that energy because it cuts to the chase. An Aries should dance all night at a show or club where loud music is played. They might want to try a sport like kickboxing or go for a run, harnessing all that anger with their body. Even hiking to the top of a cliff and screaming into the wind will help purge their sorrow. If they take care to redirect their rage from making matters worse, the healing process for an Aries will be much faster.

TAURUS - THE LETHARGIC ESCAPIST

A Taurus disappears into a hole when they’re sad. Wanting to be alone with their demons, they isolate themselves and might gorge on junk food or numb themselves with their favorite vices. They tend to think the world is against them and reject helping hands.

Their escapism has a silver lining. A Taurus should give in to their need for alone time but make it exciting. A trip to their favorite museum, a day in the park with an uplifting book, or just sitting on the beach while watching the waves crash will add new insights to their isolation.

A Taurus has the power to understand the cause of their sadness much faster if they spend their alone time in a compelling way.

GEMINI - THE IMPLODING PHONY

It’s rare that a Gemini knows how to deal with sadness. So used to putting on a smile and making people laugh, they tend to reject the feeling altogether and disassociate completely. You wouldn’t know they’re sad except that they’re a lot quieter than usual. Once sharp and quick-witted, they’re slow and seem elsewhere in their head.

A Gemini’s racing mind has all the answers, if they find time to listen. With patience, they should write down all their feelings or listen to their favorite music, then allow themselves a good cry. If a Gemini gives themselves a period to reflect and release their feelings, the unsettling quality of their sadness will feel so much more bearable.

CANCER - THE CRY BABY

A Cancer is in the pits of despair when they’re sad and they don’t try to hide it. It’s as though they’re sick with sadness, capable of crying till their stomach hurts. Terrified of being forgotten or left out, they need attention from their loved ones, to be consoled and cradled.

Their emotions are a beautiful thing, especially if they manifest them through something productive rather than wallow in it. A Cancer should create meaning during this time, whether that’s by pouring their heart into a new hobby or into being generous to their loved ones.

A Cancer feels so much. If they harness that sensitivity and nourish the world with it, their sadness will transform into something better.

LEO - THE TRAGIC CHARACTER

No sign is more theatrical about their sadness than Leo. Searching for purpose, they fester in their emotions till they’re on the verge of breaking down. They might construct a narrative to analyze what went wrong and why they’re the hero in the situation. Viewing sadness as a shade of their character, a Leo never wants to leave a part of themselves unaccounted for.

Their courage to face sadness head-on is an asset to a Leo, if they can stop worrying how people will judge them for it. They should find someone they trust enough to be fully honest with about the grittiness of their emotions and vent.

A Leo always strives to be a better person. If they remember to forgive themselves, they’ll glean so much insight from their sadness that they’ll be able to move on.

VIRGO - THE OBSESSIVE ENIGMA

A Virgo is obsessive and compulsive when thrown off track by sadness. Normally meticulous and organized, sadness is a mess they don’t know how to clean up. They’re easily consumed by over-analyzing situations and being too hard on themselves. They also can’t always find right words to explain it to others.

If they can give themselves a break, their introspection will provide a how-to guide for easing their pain. They should take their healing step-by-step, writing a to-do list of things that will center their spirit, and follow it at their own pace.

Virgos have all the practical power to conquer their sadness, if they can calm down enough to rebuild themselves piece by piece.

LIBRA - THE SELF-DESTRUCTOR

Balance is essential to a Libra and when sadness tips that balance, they fall over. They feel so lopsided that they stop caring about their favorite things, even severing ties with their passions completely. Their sadness is one of hopelessness and they’re prone to giving into it.

Ironically, a Libra is just as able to give in to hope. Libras can be easily swayed, and if they think just one positive thought, then another will follow. They should read self-help books, get in touch with a mentor who can inspire them to grow, or even challenge themselves with a new venture.

A Libra is a self-containing equalizer of emotions. If they trust in their ability to even out their sadness and reach out for help, they’ll bounce back in no time.

SCORPIO - THE VOLATILE MANIPULATOR

During times of sadness, Scorpio is a tornado of mood-swings. One minute, they’ll be past things. One minute later, they’re crying hot tears in a corner. Since they’re able to read people so well, they’ll be tempted to manipulate others to get what they want. However, this always ends up prolonging their sadness.

Their skills in manipulation wouldn’t exist without their profound level of empathy. And through empathy is how a Scorpio heals best. A Scorpio should spend time with animals, with children, or any of their loved ones and devote themselves to protecting them.

A Scorpio heals as much as they heal others. If they choose to use their compassionate talents to help those in need, they’ll bloom in the process.

SAGITTARIUS - THE DEJECTED PARTY ANIMAL

When a Sagittarius is sad, they overdose on happiness. They think that by distracting themselves with a busy schedule full of social activities, parties, and productivity that they can will the sadness away. When that inevitably doesn’t work, they start feeling lost, like they’re going nowhere, like their future is bleak.

Their ambition is the greatest blessing to a fiery Sagittarius, but only after they’ve taken time to feel their pain. Instead of immediately attempting to avoid it, they should spend time with their sadness before it becomes a confusing and convoluted mess later on. They should write in their journal, meditate, do some yoga, breathe in new air, and breathe out the old.

After a Sagittarius understands their sadness, they can spread their wings and fly into onward toward peace.

CAPRICORN - THE STAGNANT APATHETIC

The once headstrong and productive Capricorn comes to a standstill when they’re sad. They lose all motivation to keep up with their ventures and their hardworking qualities, along with their plans, fade away. They might even get cozy in their slump as they sorrowfully await inspiration to find their way back to them.

However, instead of waiting for it, a Capricorn should take steps to find it within themselves. No matter how hard it feels, they should get reacquainted with their long-lost passions, perhaps passions from childhood that they may have set aside for the priorities of adulthood.

As serious as a Capricorn may seem on the surface, they never sever their bond with their childhood self. It’s through their reconnection that they’ll remember happiness again.

AQUARIUS - THE WITHDRAWN STOIC

You know an Aquarius is sad when they disappear without a trace. Terrified of emotions, the very hint of sadness makes them run away, literally and figuratively. They retreat so far inwardly that they feel numb. In fact, their way of dealing with sadness make look to some like not dealing with it at all.

Still, there’s a deep well of emotion simmering at their core. If they’re able to so much as even touch it, the healing will begin. They should infuse their sadness with simple acts of creation, such as writing a poem, taking a dance class, or learning a new language.

If an Aquarius can fight through their impulse to turn themselves off completely, even the slightest expression of emotion can do the trick.

PISCES - THE DRAMATIC SELF-CRITIC

When a Pisces is sad, they combine it with every terrible thing that’s ever happened to them until they're inconsolable. Struggling perpetually with guilt, they blame themselves for their sadness and anxiously do all the wrong things as a result. For Pisces, it’s not one moment of sadness. It’s all the sadness that has ever existed.

Before they lose their minds over-thinking their emotions, they should find a way to lose themselves in something beautiful. Ever the most spiritual of signs, it doesn’t take a lot to affect them. They should watch their favorite movie, redesign their bedroom, or devote themselves to a meaningful project.

Pisces is easily permeated by the world. If they can focus their attention on the most delightful aspects of it, they’ll slip into happiness again before they know it.

[alternislatronemhq]

see the application for elizabeth nott below.

OOC

name — kate age — 26 pronouns — she/her timezone — est

IC Overview

name — elizabeth agnes nott (nee rosier) faceclaim — phoebe tonkin age — 28 gender — cis-female sexuality — hetersexual patronus — fox {following the felines, the fox slinks into fifth place. Foxes are cunning, resourceful and fiercely intelligent – remind you of anything? That’s right – we wouldn’t be surprised if some members of Slytherin house find themselves with a fox Patronus. Foxes are also highly adaptable and can live in many diverse habitats around the world. If deep down you’re channelling the fox, you’ll likely have resilience in spades.} boggart — a prison cell — elizabeth would do anything to get her husband freed, but her greatest fear is that she’ll get herself imprisoned and leave her daughter without either parent.

IC In Depth

personality traits —

+ resourceful — elizabeth has a gift for making something out of nothing. she knows how to spin every situation and set of circumstances to her benefit, which has been an invaluable skill in the wake of her master’s demise. she never gives up, and will use anything and anyone at her disposal to get what she’s after.

+ charismatic — elizabeth has a gift for drawing the attention and affection of a crowd. she has a way of carrying herself with confidence and ease that makes people stop and listen. she is also a physical beauty, which she uses to her advantage when she needs to. the way she carries herself as she speaks means that people stop and listen to what she has to say, and she finds it easy to bend others to her way of seeing things.

- cruel — elizabeth doesn’t shy away from the darker parts of serving the dark lord. she’s not squeamish in the face of torture or murder, and is a talented enough witch that she’s able to use her magic to get what she needs from those who are unwilling to comply. she’s not off her rocker like bellatrix, but she knows how to turn off her more feminine sensibilities when she needs to get the job done.

- demanding — elizabeth has high demands for the people in her life. she sets the bar of expectations high and if someone doesn’t meet it, they suffer her displeasure. in her current role of leading the remaining loyal death eaters, elizabeth takes her leadership seriously and is nearly as demanding as her master would be if he were the one leading things.

character biography —

elizabeth was the firstborn of the rosier family, but only by a few minutes. her twin brother evan followed soon after, and it didn’t matter that she appeared first, because evan was the heir. still, elizabeth wasn’t tossed away, but treasured by her parents just as much as evan. while he was raised to learn how to continue the rosier legacy by keeping the family name, elizabeth was raised to think of how to further that legacy by taking another’s. she and evan were the best of friends as children — constant playmates in their free time and classmates in the strict regimen of lessons that the rosiers expected their children to learn.

but where evan was always the more sensitive and compassionate of the two, elizabeth was as hardened as her parents wanted their heirs to be. the dark lord was beginning to make a name for himself, and the rosiers planned for their children to be on the right side of things. they both fulfilled their parents’ expectations by being sorted into slytherin, but while elizabeth kept her friendships within the superior house, evan branched out, though at least he didn’t make friends with any mudbloods (though blood traitors weren’t much better, and everyone knew that the McKinnons and Boneses weren’t the right kind of pureblood). elizabeth gathered a tight group of friends around her, establishing herself as their leader early on and using that to her advantage throughout her time in hogwarts. elizabeth excelled at her academics, but it was the social game that she really thrived in, and the connections she made as a child have been the ones that have sustained her throughout the disgrace that was to follow.

elizabeth always knew that she would marry for duty, not for love. but somehow she seemed to catch the eye of one of the most eligible bachelors on her parents’ preferred list of suitors, stephen nott. He wasn’t the firstborn, but his family was wealthy enough that it didn’t matter that stephen was only a second son — he was set to inherit just as much as theodore, and the nott name was just as respected as the rosiers. it made perfect sense, and the fact that elizabeth felt butterflies when he smiled at her was just an added bonus.

stephen was amused at the fact that elizabeth treated their relationship like a business transaction, but her mind was exactly one of the things he had been so drawn to, so he didn’t really mind. it wasn’t until after they were gone from hogwarts and married that elizabeth finally let herself consider what it might be like to love the man she had yoked her life to, and to her surprise, love didn’t make her weak. if anything, it made her stronger.

stephen was serving the dark lord even before he left hogwarts, following in the footsteps of his father and brother, and it wasn’t long before elizabeth’s sharp eye and keen mind caught the attention of his master. they were thrilled with the privilege that it was to be sought after by the dark lord, and elizabeth gladly took the mark that her husband already bore. they threw themselves into fighting for his cause, both proving themselves to be loyal soldiers as well as masterful minds. it wasn’t long before they were both welcomed into voldemort’s inner circle as his most prized strategist (elizabeth) and his most skilled duellist (stephen).

they were both so focused on serving their master that producing an heir just wasn’t a concern for them, until one day elizabeth discovered that she was pregnant. of course, they were both ecstatic, longing to have children to fill the nursery, but there was a bit of loss to it, for being pregnant meant that for a time, elizabeth would need to take a backseat from her death eater duties. she was fully committed to returning after giving birth, but unfortunately, she was only a couple months into her pregnancy when the dark lord fell, condemning her husband to prison.

elizabeth escaped, partially because of the sympathy people felt when considering the growing bump and partially because she was so skilled at talking her way out of things. she would have been happy to go to azkaban for her master, of course, but she would serve everyone better from outside of the prison walls, and now she had someone else to think about.

for the first time in her life, elizabeth’s thoughts weren’t totally consumed by her own interests. she hadn’t met this child yet, but already elizabeth felt like a mother, and her primary concern became caring for the life that was growing within her.

when she gave birth to a daughter months later, she allowed herself one moment of disappointment that it wasn’t the male heir that they had hoped for, but her heart had been captured by the writhing little figure even before she made her appearance. the baby was named elizabeth after her mother (as elizabeth and stephen had discussed ages ago), nicknamed liza. liza became elizabeth’s first priority, and anyone who was lucky enough to see mother and daughter interact were privileged to see a side of elizabeth that nothing else would ever bring out.

these last five years have been a trying time for elizabeth. she’s delighted in watching liza grow, but that delight is tainted with the sorrow of knowing everything that stephen is missing. she thinks about him constantly, wondering how he’s doing in azkaban. they exchange letters as often as they are able, and the few times she’s been able to visit he seems saner than the rest of their kin, but elizabeth knows what the dementors do to a person, and she worries that even if she does get him back, he won’t be the same man as the one who left.

elizabeth is determined to bring back her master, and she’s gathered a tight group of death eaters around her in the hopes of finding out a way to do this. suspecting that even some of those she’s closest to in life (narcissa, lucius, evan) are not as loyal as they might appear, she’s only recruited those she can really trust, which means that their work has been kept secret so far, and she hopes to keep it that way for as long as possible. she’s getting closer to finding where her master is in hiding and discovering a way to bring him back to full strength, but she needs more time.

plot ideas

family matters — wow, so much to be explored here. first of all, there’s her relationship with evan. he’s her twin. there are few people in the world that elizabeth loves, and evan is one of them. but she suspects he’s not as eager as he might seem to return to the old days, and that worries her. has evan given into his softer sensibilities? and then there’s narcissa and lucius. they’re cozied up a little too close to the very people that their master would seek to eradicate. surely they’ve given up hope. elizabeth loves them, but she’s not sure if that love is enough to make her stick her own neck out in order to protect them. and then there’s alice, a cousin just like narcissa, whose mother-in-law was the one to defeat elizabeth’s master. it’s assumed that they don’t have much of a relationship — what is it like when these women encounter one another in the world?

leading the charge — elizabeth is leading the acting death eaters, so of course she’s at the heart of a lot of chaos and drama possibilities. I’ll be eager to explore what it looks like, how comfortable she’s gotten with leadership. will she really be ready to hand the reins over to her master after five years of being the head honcho?

mother above all — before anything else, elizabeth is a mother. she thinks that she’s doing what’s best for her daughter in trying to get stephen back, but what if she somehow realized that fighting for the dark lord was not the best way to protect liza? if she’s torn between her loyalty to her master and her loyalty to her daughter, what would elizabeth choose? even I don’t know.

[alltidvinter]

5, 8, 9, 11, 19, 34, 41 :)

5. What’s your least favourite Beatle song?

Revolution 9. It’s not even a song: it's a provocation (not even a particularly groundbreaking one), crafted to elicit a specific reaction from a single, specific listener. Metaphorically speaking, it’s the equivalent of John taking a giant dump on Paul’s doorsteps. I could do without it. 

8. Who do you think is the best looking in the band?

Oh, boy. They all have their moments but ‘67-68 Paul is something else entirely. 

9. What Beatle do you have the most in common with and why?

Paul, hands down. I’m quite the people charmer; I’m melodically inclined; I’m careful; I’m professional; I love being in the countryside; my tastes can be a little bit campy and whacky. I’m somewhat sly, but fundamentally, I feel good when people are happy. I’m also extremely resilient.

I do also see myself in Joh’s indolence and sensitivity. And in his love of cats!

11. Favourite album?

Rubber Soul! As I've said in a previous ask, not necessarily because of the songs, more so of the mood. The lads are happy, tight, secure in their own talent, perfectly balanced between experimentalism and cozy vibes. I just love it. I also have a huge soft spot for whacky-but-wholesome, psychedelic-but-sweet Magical Mystery Tour.

19. What makes The Beatles unique to you?

Oh, I love this question. To me, when we listen to The Beatles, we’re actually listening to the never-dying echo of one of the greatest love stories of the history of mankind. Not only I honestly think that John and Paul were in love with each other (at least on some level, probably more than one); I believe that the four of them were all, in some way, enamored with one another. We’re listening to the elated surprise of found love, the sheer joy of shared love, the burning anger of rejected love, the excruciating pain of lost love. 

Love is what makes The Beatles unique.  

34. Who’s your favourite Beatle wife?

That's gotta be Linda. She was an amazing artist in her own right and a passionate activist. Her vocals in Paul’s song are so distinctive and oddly charming. I love her “country-punk” (is that a thing?) aesthetic. She fuckin’ rode bareback with no bra on! She appeared to have a great sense of humor and a very pleasant personality: however, there was something mysterious, well-guarded and fierce about her. Like she could’ve easily cut you, if you would have messed with her and with her family. Together, the McCartneys were truly a force to be reckoned with. They sported matching mullets, ferchrissake (and yet, somehow, John and Yoko are the ultimate ride-or-die couple? I have to laugh).

On a different note, kudos to Maureen for banging not one but TWO Beatles.

41. If you could ask The Beatles one question, what would it be?

Any kind of question, no matter how cheeky? And are they bound to respond truthfully? If so, get yer butt ready for some McLennon, Paulie.

If not, I would ask them about what elements would they want us to keep in mind, whenever we listen/discuss/write/read about them. What was really important. Does that make any sense? 

[nightcourtstarlight]

Elriel Ice Skating

Heyy, I wrote this fic for @rosehallshadowsinger Secret Santa! I’m so happy she put this together and I hope you all enjoy! Also, shout out to my Secret Santa @kalerider  ,your blog is super cool!!! 

Word Count: 2,735

Pure sugary fluff 

@julesherondalex

It felt good to be back out on the ice, Elain thought. Freeing. Being able to glide effortlessly over the ice like a swan on a lake. She couldn’t even begin to try to remember the last time she and her sisters went ice skating. It had to have been when they were girls, way back when their mother was alive and healthy enough to teach them. Elain smiled to herself as the ringing sound of her sisters laughing with their mates reached her ears. And now as fresh snowflakes fell around her, catching on her grey winter coat and absolutely marvelous new gloves, everything was perfect.

Or, well, it would be if she could coax Azriel into actually skating with her. Her sisters had already abandoned her to skate with their mates. No matter though, she thought. The only person I want to skate with is standing at the edge of the ring, with elegant shadows curling around his form.         

Elain skated over to Az and placed a delicate hand on his leather-clad forearm. It was time, she thought, to put on the charm. The corded muscle flexed under her fingers as she looked up at him. His lips pinched together in a firm, resistant line, but Elain pressed on and said: “Will you come skate with me?”

For a moment her heart stuttered at the intense look Az gave her. She began to worry that he would say no and began to retract her hand and tentatively step back. But he caught her fingers in his and gave a single nod of his head, a small smile blooming on his lips. She took that as all the answer she needed and pulled him with her onto the ice.

 Azriel, in all the years he had lived in Velaris, had never once been ice skating at the ring erected at the center of the rainbow in the winter. But now, he felt his chest tighten as Elain pulled him on the ice as they followed the rest of their family members.

Yesterday morning, when Mor has suggested the Inner Circle go ice skating, Elain had been the first one to agree. He was surprised when she had then turned to him and asked if he would come along.

Immediately he threw out a vague perhaps, followed by murmurings of skating not being his strong suit. But in reality, as was blatantly clear now as he stumbled his way onto the slick surface of the ring, he was a horrible skater plain and simple. Elain beamed at him, cheeks rosy and snowflakes catching in her dark lashes. He could hardly breathe at the sight.

She looked like a vision in her warm looking coat and hat. So cozy and inviting. The hat, she had knitted herself. After a few lessons with Nuala of course. Azriel bit into his cheek as he finally noticed the gloves she was wearing. Black with embroidered roses and peonies around the hem. He had gifted them to her on the winter solstice last week.

Azriel’s chest swelled with pride at the fact that she liked them enough to wear them in public. He hated to admit how much time he’d put into searching for the perfect gift. Everyone would likely give her seeds or gardening tools, so he wanted to be at least a little different. In addition to the gloves, he had gotten her a few blueberry scented candles. Her favorite.

Elain has always been great at giving him the perfect gifts, so Azriel felt it was time he returned the favor. In the past, he had been held back by the question that constantly pestered his thoughts. Are we even friends? It felt silly to think that, but what if Elain only thought of him as a mere acquaintance! What if giving her a gift would seem more creepy then endearing.  But he had shoved thoughts aside as he purchased the gloves and placed them in a white gift bag.

On The Solstice he was more than pleased for Elain to pass him a delicately wrapped gift that contained an oddly shaped vest. When he inquired as to what it was, she replied that you set it by the fire to warm it up, and then put it on. The heat will warm his back muscles and wings since they can’t fit in most tubs. He marveled at the way that Elain always knew exactly what to get him. That she even paid that much attention to him at all.

But even more than that, the card that came with the gift had melted his heart the most. In the card was written a single sentence in the most delicate script.

“To my closest, most trusted friend, Azriel.”

Yours, 

-Elain

That simple card had washed any doubt as to what he was to the seer away. But it had opened doors to other things he was trying to keep at bay. Everyday it grew harder for him to resist tucking a curl behind the gardener's ear or smoothing the wrinkles from her brow as she thought.

Calderon, he cursed himself. He shouldn't be thinking that about Elain. Their friendship was tentative still at best, and he should be more than content with that. But… in the dead of night… when the shadows wouldn't stop their whisperings of Elain and he let his mind wander, If he was being honest, he harbored the forbidden hope that perhaps, she considered him more than friends.

But no... It wasn’t possible. She was mated and had a million reasons not to look at him in that same light. Though he had let go, and truly let go, of his love for Mor, Azriel wasn't completely sure where the seer and her mate stood. She deserved a good male like Vanserra anyway. Not someone broken and hardened by the cruelty of life.

She was doing so much better since the war. It had been a long hard road but he had gladly walked it with her. And he would do it all over again if it meant he could see that first smile bloom on her face like a fresh rose after the rain.

And now he felt a small smile bloom on his own face despite his shaking legs as Elain pulled them to the center of the ring out of the way of traffic. He kept his wings tucked in tight so he wouldn't throw off his precarious balance. Naturally, she was a talented skater. She had skated with Nesta and Feyre when they were girls, before the money had run out and robbed them of their skates.

Now it seemed the skill hadn’t entirely left her. While Feyre also seemed pretty steady as she leaned into Rhys, and Nesta clung heavily onto Cassian, Elain skated circles about all of them.

“I’m a bit surprised spymaster,” Elain crooed.

“At,” Az groundout, a bit harsher then he meant to. He cursed himself at the tone and vowed to speak like an actual gentleman next time.

“I expected the agile, all-seeing, shadow singer to be a bit more graceful on the ice,” Elain grinned wickedly at him as she slowly began turning them in a circle. Az’s cheeks warmed at that as he tightened his grip on her hands.

“I...ahem…I would be, if I had my boots. These skates aren’t practical for my practices. I’m not used to-“

“Don’t let him fool you with that whole skates aren’t as good as my boots story Ellie,” Cassian suddenly piped up from beside Azriel. Az whirled on him almost fast enough to make him topple, but Elain steadied him with a hand on his shoulder. He nodded his thanks to Elain before turning to scowl at Cass.

“What’s he talking about?” Elain asked warily. Oh this should be interesting, she thought. The way Azriel’s face turned from a delightful rosy bronze color to beet red no doubt meant there was a story behind that comment.  

“Az never told you about his complete lack of skating ability? He has the legs of a newborn doe when it comes to ice skating. He’s been like that since we were children,”

Elain bit back a giggle as Azriel’s lip curled in a barely restrained snarl towards his smug brother. He was in no mood to deal with Cassian’s meddling today. It took enough effort just to keep from slipping on the ice. Cassian only offered a goofy grin in return.

“Don’t worry Az. I’m sure Ellie would be more than happy to teach you how to skate,” and with that, Cassian skated off to catch up with Nesta who now glided around the ring with Amren.

Elain’s cheeks were hot enough to melt the snowflakes collecting on them at Cassian’s last comment. She’d be delighted to finally be able to teach Az something for once. Even if it was something so small as how to ice skate.

Azriel finally turned back to Elain and met her eye. He pinched his lips together in a poor attempt resist what he knew Elain was about to ask. A question of hope and mischief.

“Mother don’t say it,” he mumbled.

“I can teach you how to skate!” Elain chirped.

“That’s really not necessary El,” Azriel ducked his head to get away from her hopeful face. He knew without a doubt that if he gazed at her for even a second longer his resolve would melt like the snowflakes on her rosy cheeks. But all of that didn't matter as two gloved fingers came to rest against his chin and tilted his face back to face hers.

A small smile graced Elain’s lips as she said “I know, but I’d like to,” That left Azriel speechless. Elain continued “You’re friendship is the greatest gift I’ve ever received,” and then she added a bit sheepishly “A blessing really. But it’s time I returned the favor,”

For a brief moment, Azriel was hit with the fact that Elain knew nothing of how much her words, that simple honest sentence, released a tightness in his chest he been harboring since he first offered his quiet friendship to her. No one had ever, in his 500 years of living said his presence was a blessing. She had no idea that it wasn't him that saved her from the darkness, but she that saved him, with her light and charm.

And right now, Azriel would do-agree to, just about anything she asked. Elain had him completely captured in her spell. So he nodded yes, checking to make sure his mouth wasn't gaping open like a trout, and pulled Elain a little bit closer to him.

Elain beamed up at Azriel, heart doing backflips at the way he had pulled her closer. “Ok,” she started. “Your balance seems to be the main problem. You need to relax. If your legs are always tense then moving becomes difficult because your limbs don't want to move,” Elain scooted back a bit to get a better look at him. Az wobbled without her support but managed to stay upright. “Lower your center of gravity a bit.”

Azriel then bent his knees and squated lower to the ground. “Better, now take a deep breath and relax. Stay loose,” Elain hummed as she took both of his hands and began pulling him around the ring.

Snowflakes fell around them as they glided at a slow and steady pace around the ring. Warm lanterns surrounded the ring, casting everything in a honeyed glow. Snowflakes began to collect in Azriel’s dark locks as they spun around the circle. Elains breath caught in her throat at the sight of the lights spinning behind them and the way Azriel’s eyes held such wonder. She couldn't ever recall seeing that look on his face.

At this point, Elain couldn’t deny the fact that Azriel held a special place in her heart. A spot above mere friendship. Alas, he was in love with another, and had told her as much on the rare occasion. Though it was worth noting that he had not mentioned the kind blond haired Mor in a long time. It didn't matter though. How could she compare to someone as outgoing and caring as Mor.

She had first realized that what she felt for the shadow singer was more than platonic last spring. They were sitting in her garden by the rose bush when she had noticed something. Azriel’s wings were stretched out to their fullest extent as he sunned them in the afternoon light. The sun made them glow with a burnt orange hue. She wasn't thinking as she reached out a tentative hand and grazed it over the glowing membrane. In a flash,?? Azriel had his wings tucked in tight. Their eyes locked as he gave her a roguish grin.

“Look but don't touch, they are sensitive,” he said with a wink and flipped over onto his back in a stretch.

Ever since Elain had wondered, sensitive in what ways? But it wasn't proper for her to ponder such things, especially about a dear friend like Azriel. It was best, she decided, to not rock the boat. Telling Az about her feelings was too much of a risk.

Pure joy painted Elain’s face and sent Azriel’s mind spinning. At the way her hands gripped his and that little dimple appeared on her right cheek. At the way their family was laughing and grinning around them. He wished he could stay in this moment with Elain forever. But after a second, the smile on her face slowly faded, as if the snowflakes fluttering around were turning into fat raindrops. Azriel couldn’t bear the sight of her happiness receding like waves on the beach as she got lost in her own dark thoughts...

Without thinking, Azriel slowly straitened until he was once again towering above her. He kept his stance wide and centered, but made sure not to let his limbs lock up. The distance closed between them as Azriel pulled Elain closer. She gasped at the sudden tug and her momentum sent them spinning once again.

“Az I-”

But the words faded from her lips, smothered by Azriels own as he pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. Elain went tight and loose all at once at the contact. For a moment she just stood there, miraculously pressed against Azriel’s firm chest, stunned. Azriels soft lips began to retreat just as her senses finally kicked in and she recaptured them with her own.

The world spun around them as Elain tentatively brought up a hand to cup his face just as Az wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her impossibly closer. And for one short moment in this fracture universe, everything felt perfect.

That is, until Elain’s feet slipped out from under her and sent both her and Azriel sprawling across the ice. Luckily, Azriel made a nice cushion as she landed on top of him. He released a strangled oof at the weight of her, but in an instant, he was sitting up and placing a frantic land on Elain’s face turning it this way and that. Never mind the fact that she was now basically sitting in his lap. How improper it all was!

“Are you ok? I’m so sorry El. I shouldn't hav-”

But Elain cut him off by placing a tender kiss to his lips. He relaxed under her instantly and brought that arm back around her waist. A small smile broke over her lips before she was pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t ever be sorry for that,” she whispered. Her breath clouded in front of her and mingled with his as she beheld those hazel eyes. “Honestly Azriel, I was hoping you would do that, but I was scared you still loved-”

“Mor,” Azriel finished for her.

At Elain’s bashful nod Azriel said “I haven't felt that way about Mor in a long time, and I- I haven't felt for her what I feel for you...ever,”

Elain had no words for what she felt at hearing Azriel’s reply. So she showed him, by pressing her lips to his once more as they sat sprawled out in the middle of the rainbow skating rink, with golden and white snowflakes falling around them.

[acuppellarp]

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Meme Monday Tuesday: Disney Animated Movies Edition

Note: everything was inspired by quotes from movies on this list.

📱 The Texts

[ TEXT ]  You're no cream puff yourself, dearie.

[ TEXT ]  Three is a crowd, they say, so I'll drop back another day.

[ TEXT ]  It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change.

[ TEXT ]  I don't need you to shelter and protect me.

[ TEXT ]  You should have chosen your friends more carefully.

[ TEXT ]  Well, there's the usual things. Flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep.

[ TEXT ]  What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?

[ TEXT ]  All right, that's it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family!

[ TEXT ]  We can't find ______. So you stay here and stall for time, and I'll be right back.

[ TEXT ]  You know, you wreck everything you touch.

[ TEXT ]  Just a little tip for the future, I am always right. Even when I'm wrong, I'm right.

[ TEXT ]  That meat lover's pizza is NOT loving me back at all!

[ TEXT ]  You know you love me.

[ WRONG # ]  Guess I was thinking about ______ again. I can't help it. 

🗨️The Starters

“A lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as the nose on your face.“

“ If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all.”

“Oh, boy, oh, boy, a piñata!“

“I'm so hungry I could eat a a whole elephant.“

“Aloha, auf Wiedersehen, bon soir, sayonara, and all those good bye things, baby.“

“What did you do to make ______ so mad?” 

“After you, my little croissant.“

“No, really. On a scale of one to ten, you are an eleven.“

“Life's not a spectator sport. If watchin' is all you're gonna do, then you're gonna watch your life go by without ya.“

“I'm a raging epidemic of romance.” 

“Are you saying this because it's the right thing, or because *you* really wanna go?“

“Yeah, they're real, quit staring!” 

“By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive.”

“If there's something you want to tell me, just tell me! Is there something you want to tell me?“

🎬 The Scenarios

It's a very old story, one that goes back almost 2,000 years: a legend about a sorcerer who had an apprentice. Your character learns a lesson.

You see, Willie's singing was a miracle, and people aren't used to miracles. Something miraculous happens to your character.

A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. A dream your character’s had that they wish would come true.

Sounds like someone's sick. How lovely. I do hope it's serious. Something dreadful. Your character is not feeling well.

Darling, forever is a long, long time, and time has a way of changing things. A moment your character's life changed.

What does a girl know about swords, anyway? Your character teaches someone a lesson.

Got your hand caught in the cookie jar, didn't ya? Your character gets caught doing something they shouldn’t.

It would've been better if we never met.  A break-up.

No matter where I go, you will always be my mother. Your character and a family member share a moment.

Look, I'm sorry for tossing you out the window earlier. Your character apologizes to someone.

I don't speak "bear". A misunderstanding.

It serves me right for wishing on stars. Your character makes a wish.

The cold never bothered me anyway. A cozy moment while it snows outside.

❓ The IC/OOC Questions

Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all? Who’s the most attractive girl at ACup? What makes them so attractive to you?

You've got to be mad to breathe fire, but I'm not mad at anybody. What’s something an ACup girl did recently that made you mad?

We'll go for a jolly ride! If you had to take a road trip with up to 4 other ACup girls, who would you choose, and where would you go? 

Now, think of the happiest things. It's the same as having wings. What would be the happy thoughts you’d use if you had to fly?

Those children are bound to fall in love with each other! Who in ACup do you think would make a great couple, but they don’t know it yet?

The bare necessities of life will come to you. What are the things and people you couldn’t live without?

It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it. What are your favorite things about yourself?

You wanna kiss the girl. If you could kiss anyone at ACup, who would it be? 

At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love.  Tell us about your crush. You don’t need to say their name if you don’t want to.

Oh, I swim pretty girl... Pr-Pretty *good*, pretty good. Sw... Good. Swim good. What’s your flirting style? Are you good at it?

I could get used to a view like this. Yep, I'm used to it. Guys I want a castle. What’s your dream home like? Where is it and who lives with you?

Artistic talent runs through my family. In fact, it practically stampedes. What’s your greatest talent? Do you know who you get it from?

I'm bad, and that's good! I will never be good, and that's not bad! What’s something bad about yourself that you’ve come to like with time?

On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain? If you were sick and/or injured, who from ACup would you want to be there to take care of you? And to take you to the hospital?