#verse: mal

[vividwrites]

[ catch ]

While Penny loved every part of being a teacher, she had to admit one of her favourites was decorating her classroom. She had always had a crafty side to her, and exploring the décor aisle at the teaching supplies store always pushed her over budget, but getting to see the looks on her students’ faces when they walked into class, in awe of a new theme of dancing pencils or rainbow-coloured book pages plastered across their classroom always made it worth it. 

So the day before the first day of spring, Penny stayed late after school, making the switch from icy alphabet letters and sparkly snowflakes to tissue paper flowers, pipe cleaner bees, and construction paper grass. It was a long process, and she knew most teachers kept the same decorations year-round, which she assumed was the reason why when her co-worker, Finn, had walked by her classroom on his way out of the school, he offered to help. She had originally turned him down, thanking him for the offer but not wanting him to have to stay late after work when he surely had better things he could be doing instead of handing her tape loops and letting her know if her paper plate butterflies were hanging straight. He insisted though, especially after pointing out the ladder she had propped by her desk, and she agreed to let him stay. 

Finn had joined her when she was only halfway through taking down the winter decorations, and when she had caught a glimpse of the clock when her bin of spring decorations was nearly empty, she was surprised to see that Finn’s help had her classroom finished in much less time than she’d expected. She felt a small wave of sadness wash over her, though she knew it was misplaced. She should be happy that her classroom was redecorated so quickly, that she could call it an earlier evening than originally planned, but that also meant the time she was spending with Finn was ending early too, and the disappointment in that was unexpected.

She always knew she liked Finn; he was probably her favourite coworker. He was incredibly kind to not only her, but everyone around him, and he was especially good with the students. She was sure it took an unbelievable amount of skill, patience, and passion to introduce six-year-olds to music for the first time, teaching them to clap along to beats or sing along to melodies, and Penny found that extremely admirable. She’d even come early one day to escort her students from Finn’s classroom and got to see him play the drums for them, watching their faces light up as they oohed and aahed, asking him if he was a rockstar. It was just recently that when they greeted each other as they passed in the hallway or made small talk as they filled their coffee cups in the teacher’s lounge during recess, that she started to get a little flutter in her stomach that would only pass when they parted ways. But feeling that way was unprofessional of her, and besides, he hadn’t shown any signs of reciprocation, so she tried her best to push that feeling away and bury it as deeply as possible. It didn’t mean she was doing a good job at it, but she was trying, at least.

Finn was finishing with his pile of decorations, attaching a flower to the grass Penny had placed earlier, and then a bee to the flower, a scene of his own design. When he had stepped aside to show it to Penny, she gave him a glowing smile. “That’s perfect! The kids are going to love it,” she bubbled. She turned towards the decoration bin, pulling out the only piece left, a string of green and pink streamers. “Last one, then we’re all finished.”

Penny placed the streamers onto the table before grabbing the ladder, which she conveniently hadn’t had to use yet. Finn was much taller than her and was able to reach the places where she’d earlier planned to put the tops of trees and birds nests that she would’ve never been able to reach on her own without a ladder. She opened the ladder and placed it firmly on the ground near the wall, rocking it back and forth to ensure its sturdiness. Finn followed her over, suggesting that he could put the streamers up for her so she wouldn’t have to use the ladder, but Penny explained her vision to him, how she wanted them strung close to the ceiling, and twisted together in an extravagant way. She could tell he was unsure about her using the ladder, noting that it seemed like it had been stored in the school’s janitor closet since the 80s, and Penny acknowledged that was a good point. While she found it extremely gentlemanly of him to offer to do it instead, they decided on a compromise, that Penny would do the first few feet to show Finn the way she wanted it to look, and he would finish the rest. 

While Finn stood at the base of the ladder, Penny climbed to the top, taking the streamers and tape he handed her. She explained how she was making the twist and Finn nodded along in understanding, so Penny ripped off a piece of tape to secure the strand to the wall. When she reached out to place the tape, the ladder creaked, jerking forward, causing Penny to lose her balance as she perched at the top. She reached out to grab onto something in a panic, causing the ladder to rock and Penny to lose her footing, her heart skipping a beat as she fell from the ladder with a yelp. She was only in the air for a second, and the next she was in Finn’s arms, breathing heavily as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to secure herself. 

“Oh my God,” she let out, turning to meet eyes with her hero. Her heart skipped another beat, for a very different reason this time. “Oh my God.” She tried to regulate her breathing while simultaneously trying to tear her eyes away from Finn’s perfect brown ones, but was only able to break her gaze away when he gently let her down from his arms and onto her feet. 

“Thank you so much. I’m so lucky you were standing there. Oh my God, thank you,” she repeated, smoothing out her dress from the fall. She tried to avoid looking directly at him, at least for the moment, not only out of embarrassment, but also because she worried that if she caught sight of his eyes again she’d get lost in them forever. “Maybe I just don’t do streamers this year. Or ever.”

[amytz24souls]

This is so funny , I'm sure maxime and René would get along great , gwen ...well idk maybe not lmao

[rv3rblog]

spanish nicknames 2 use when writing hispanic/spanish speaking characters

this is coming as someone who’s mexican, there might b other names other cultures use im not rlly sure. also these aren’t like ALL of them btw. these r ones i used on exs/have read.

gender neutral:

mi amor (my love)

mi vida (my life)

mi corazón (my heart)

corazoncito

mi luz (my light)

mi sol (my sun)

mi luna (my moon)

estrella/estrellita (star/little star)

bebé (baby)

amorcito (lover - not to b confused w “amanté” which means mistress (aka the other man/women) do not trust google !)

mi cielo (my sky)

mi alma (my soul)

fem.

ma/mami/mamas (i cnt think of an actual translation for this? it’s jus smth that’s used) (but like literal translation it means “mom/mommy”) (ok so turns out it is used as “baby/honey/sweetheart/sweetie”)

conejita ( (little) bunny but fem.)

gatita (kitty but make it fem.)

chiquita (shorty is like.. the literal translation for this)

masc.

papi/papa (again cnt rlly think abt how to translate this into a pet name but the literal translation means “daddy”) (again, turns out it is used as “baby/honey/sweetheart/sweetie”)

chiquito (again, means shorty but affectionate)

gatito (kitty but make it masc.)

conejito (same here. (little) bunny but make it masc.)

some phrases i like using/writing/reading

“eres mi vida” (literal translation “you’re my life” but i think of it in a more “you mean everything to me” way.)

“mi corazón es tuyo” (means “my heart is yours” it’s jus extremely cheesy it makes me giggle)

“todo es para ti” (means “everything (i) do is for you” makes me giggle 2)

“me vuelves loco mi amor” (so silly “you drive me crazy” like awe shucks.)

“cuanto te quiero”/“te amo con todo mi corazón” (1. “how much i love you” 2. “i love you with all my heart”. there’s a diff between “quiero” and “amo” btw. generally depends on the context and WHO the person is speaking to.)

“eres mi sol, mi luna y las estrellas. eres mi cielo” (so cute. means “you’re my sun, my moon and all the stars. you’re the entire sky to me.” ok but fr? “mi cielo” is hard to translate.)

“deme que eres mía/mío” (cheesy and possessive !! “tell me you’re mine.”)

like i said b4 these aren’t all of them but the ones i think r the most popular! enjoy and happy writing/writing. lmk if uve got any questions or need help translating :p always down to help !!

[dear-lacey]

(Their respective credits to the girl who made the edit)

Oh my god, it actually happened 4 times...

They need to stop making characters from different dimensions fall in love with each other...

[this-wrecker-this-crafter]

Descendants ABO Headcanons (Part 1)

Mal - alpha Wild mulberry, wet paint, charred wood

Evie - beta Crushed rose petals, chalk, apple

Carlos - omega Cotton, freshly fallen snow, ozone

Jay - beta Walnut wood, allspice, mud

Lonnie - alpha Jasmine tea, steel, fire

Jane - beta Vanilla bean, peach blossom, chamomile

Doug - beta Oakmoss, pencil shavings

Ben - omega Warm lavender honey, wet fur, vanilla musk

Uma - alpha Brine, apricot, driftwood

Gil - alpha Toasted marshmallow, hay, gunpowder

Harry - omega Petrichor, licorice, a sharp metallic tang that's either steel or blood

[stardustedstories]

Hi, I'm at work, so this is going to be less in-depth than I'd like, and I'll probably expand on it later, because I have THOUGHTS. Under a cut for the latest miraculous special spoilers.

One of the other things that's SUPER fucked up about not telling Adrien about everything? The fact that when he finds out, he's also going to have to come to terms with the fact that he Cataclysmed his dad. And not only that, but one of the few people he thought he could trust with ANYTHING, he CAN'T anymore, and he's going to have no one he can turn to about that. This lie is going to fuck him up SO badly in so many different ways. You thought his depression was bad before? When this comes back to bite everyone in the ass, he is going to be DEVASTATED. Not only will he have to grieve his father all over again in a different way, he'll have to deal with everything else, too, on his own. Because how do you trust ANYONE after that?

[taintedlxve]

Young Mal

[mictlanreina]

@therelentless liked for a starter

"So. What do you do in the shadows, señor vampiro?"

[smileflowcr]

Jugar el papel de chico bueno no le queda, se nota por la frialdad que asesinaba a sus presas cuando el wendigo dejaba la cabaña para visitar a los príncipes o esa estúpida hada que deja parte de su glitter sobre las ropas. Adamas es posesivo desde que tiene memoria, disfrutando de corromper a jóvenes príncipes cuyos ojos brillaron, en algún punto, repletos de sueños por descubrir el mundo y que encontraron un trágico final en la boca del dragón. Kristall sigue vivo y por ende, su obsesión por él lo llevó a fingir ser un dragón perdido y abandonado por sus familiares con tal de encontrar refugio en los brazos que alguna vez lo sujetaron, pero que lamentablemente ahora parecían rodear otra cintura. "Bienvenido, te eché de menos." dice con una voz clara y una radiante sonrisa en su rostro, dando saltitos hasta quedar frente a su príncipe de cristal. "¿Qué hiciste hoy? Yo limpié parte de la casa y salí a cazar, este lugar es aburrido sin ti."

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked: ❝ Hey. ❞ Blitz doesn't feel the pavement beneath his knees when he slides to a stop, or the force at his back when he drapes himself over Stolas, still kneeling, palms slamming to the other side of him, determined to provide cover no matter what. His eyes close for a second until the dust settles, and when they open again, his expression is proud. It's protective and fierce and completely determined, and he wastes no time getting an arm around Stolas' middle to get them both the fuck out of dodge.

❝ Like I said - never again. I'm never leaving you alone again. ❞

unprompted // always accepting

He should have known that Andrealphus had been manipulating all of this behind the scenes; he'd always been hungry for power, and Stolas' divorce to Stella had set back his own ambitions. But if he could vacate Stolas' seat, then maybe he could convince Paimon that he was the logical next step to take the throne, instead of Octavia. And failing that, he would try to get his niece on his side, so that he was the real power, the one making the decisions.

Andrealphus wasn't like Stella; his schemes were subtler; he kept his hand close to the vest until it was far too late to do much to stop him. Despite not being much older Stella herself, he had had some input on their marriage, for one thing. And now he had managed to turn most of the Goetia family against Stolas.

When the prince had stood up to him this time, refused to allow him to influence Octavia, to get her under his thumb as well, the peacock had made a case that he was a traitor to the Goetia, to all that they stood for, and that he should be excommunicated, something that hadn't happened in eons. But when everything had gone wrong, Stolas had ended up on his own, trying to keep his daughter safe when almost everyone he knew seemed to be against him.

And then Andrealphus had shown up, had caught him off-guard, and hit him with something that kept him from accessing his powers. He could still feel them, but it was like they were locked behind a wall, as though he couldn't reach them. But even with that obstacle, there was no way he was going to let the bastard get away with this, not when he'd threatened the only people Stolas cared about.

Stolas thought he'd managed to get a message to Blitz, using the connection they now shared: a way for them to communicate in emergencies, especially if they couldn't access their phones. He was very glad Blitz had insisted upon using the spell he'd developed; he just hoped he'd gotten through before whatever Andrealphus had shot him with took hold. It was hard to tell much of anything with his magic as inaccessible as it felt, which meant he was going to have to fight a different way.

He'd held out as long as he could, doing what Blitz had taught him, taunting his former brother-in-law, trying to get him to slip up and make a mistake. But Andrealphus was not Striker, and all he'd done was manage to make him mad.

While the marquis had seemed content to play with his food, when Stolas struck a nerve, ice-blue eyes narrowed, and a spear of ice shot towards Stolas, who managed to twist enough out of the way that it only grazed him, leaving a trail of black blood in its wake. There wasn't even anything for him to take cover behind, not with where Andrealphus had herded him.

He was going to have to make his stand here in the drive, mostly powerless, on his own. But just as Andrealphus started to approach once more, as Stolas was about to get to his feet, he heard the voice he'd both been hoping for and dreading. Because it meant that Blitz was here…., but it also meant that he was here. That just meant that he was going to fight even harder, that he couldn't give up, not that he'd been inclined to, not anymore.

Blitz throws himself in front of Stolas, using himself to protect the prince, and he can feel his heart leap into his throat at the idea of him getting hurt. But he was here, and Stolas would not let anything to happen to him.

Stolas feels Blitz's arm around him, and he practically clings to him, looking around for Andrealphus.

"I wasn't sure I got through," he admitted, but then his eyes widen, pupils pinpricks in crimson depths, displaying just how serious this situation is. "We have to get out of here; Andrealphus--"

But before he can finish that statement, the Goetia in question seems to glide slowly down the drive of the palace, leaving shards of ice in his wake.

"Do you really think you're going to get out of here?" the peacock sneers, tail feathers fanning out behind him, even as ice begins to gather around him.

And Stolas laughs at him, even from his position on the ground, Blitz's arm still around him. "I've never been afraid of you, Andrealphus…., but clearly you can't actually face me, without trying to make me powerless." His words, though directed at Andrealphus, are carefully chosen to let Blitz know what's happening, why he wasn't fighting the way Blitz knew he could.

[theaccursedninth]

“what else have you been hiding?” (villain meme but she's genuinely interested in his interests)

The former Dark Elf paused. He leaned forward, mouth meeting the center of his interlocked fingers. His eyes, always so dark, looked her up and down, wondering how much of his recent life he ought to share. She knew him near well enough by now...but there was a difference between a soldier's duty, a survivor's grief-stricken gut-reaction and the boiling bloodlust he'd acquired since regenerating (in his defense, it usually followed blinding rage.)

How far was too far for a fellow ancient being?

"Vigil," he said finally, using the nickname he'd grown fond of. "There are some questions you're better off not asking."

[sarastuss]

BATTLE BEHIND, : BUT THE VICTORY IS NOT COMPLETE. for the reward was that some escaped with their lives, whilst some were left to be burned. ( a harsh truth to swallow still, is it not? ) BUT EVEN SO, now that golden hues settle upon him, it feels like enough. ... she has seen more battles than she can count, she can find the strength to be the guiding light, even amongst great grief. forge ahead. the valley of imladris provided a safe haven ; though there was a limit amount of time that would last. DARKNESS WOULD SEEK THEM OUT, THIS TRUTH THEY WERE ALL AWARE OF. ... but whatever time that was left, would be used to build a safe realm, a home, &. prepare to defend it when time came. the ever wandering divine myth had promised to give her aid, &. even for all the centauries she has lived, she had yet to break a promise made. ... THIS PROMISE ANGELIC TUNE HAD SPOKEN OUTLOUD TO HIM, whenever he had made the resolve to stay here, to aid to build this into a secure realm ; she was knelt down beside him as he sits upon a rock, somewhere a hint more secure from the crowds, tending to the cut upon his cheek. they still waited for galadriel to wake up once more, anticipation within chests of all who had survived.

@elr0nds you don't have to come with me.

FINGERTIPS HOVER ABOVE THE WOUND, : THE BLESSING OF THE VALAR SUCH A COMFORTING WARMTH. the faintest golden glow emits from her fingertips, it was no fatal wound, so it did not require much of her strength to heal it. but adamant had she been to share her strength regardless. no matter what it would have taken. ... HIS WORDS REACH HER, a reassurance that she has a choice. &. to this, a hum escapes past her lips, as gaze moves from the wound to meet with his. ❝ i know. ❞ is her response, spoken gently. with a duty upon her shoulders, &. a force so dark awake, no longer hiding. ❝ but i want to. ❞ even if it was to only give whatever she could, she would do just that. THERE WOULD BE TIMES WHEN DUTY TAKES HER AWAY, such is her fate ; but just as she was needed elsewhere, she was needed here too.

[aboutnavi]

When I read the books of the Grishaverse years ago I wrote a post here on tumblr and I must have deleted or something because I can't find it so I'm writing it again.

It's so heartwarming to me that every male/main-love interest in the Grishaverse essentially gives up something that are very dear or important to them to their respectively female-love interests by the end of each book. As in:

By the end of S&B, Mal gave up his life for Alina. Quite literally something dear/important to him, I would say. The child literally looked his love in the eyes and said If it's my life you need, kill me them. It's yours.

By the end of SoC, Kaz gives Inej two very important things: First, her freedom. He is essentially letting her go even before knowing she would make the conscious decision of not giving up on Ketterdam and Kaz. I will have you without your armor, Kaz Brekker, or I won't have you at all, remember? Kaz loves Inej and still he loves her enough to not hold her in a city she clearly despises. He buys her freedom and a ticket to be as far away from Ketterdam and essentially him as possible.* Also, he gives her - literally in the last scene of Crooked Kingdom - the gift of physical touch and that says a lot on its own.

The icing on the cake: By the end of Rule of Wolves Nikolai makes the grand gesture of giving Zoya his kingdom, ending a dynasty for her. The Lantsov founded Rakva and yet he looked Zoya in the eyes, KNEELED TO THE GROUND and said If I one day become King it's because I marry you, and not the other way around. Yep, Yep, long live the Dragon Queen, Nikolai Lantsov.

Leigh Bardugo made many mistakes. The main male love interests were not one of them.

*Kaz eventually realizes Inej is not giving up on him or Ketterdam but my point still stands.

[storiedhistories]

Listen, if you are any sort of teenager or young adult with powers and you need an adult in your life, J.anet V.an D.yne will adopt you and/or be your mentor.

[stardustedstories]

I'm thinking about narrative parallels and paying off character arcs and development again.

Lotor should have been the Black Paladin. He's able to use the black bayard, which doesn't just happen, and it would have been such a good parallel to his father. Because Zarkon was the first Black Paladin, who ended up forming the Galra Empire, becoming the thing that everyone was fighting against for so long. And Lotor was around during that time; he saw first-hand what his father's reign was like! And he wanted to end it. Not so HE could take over and become the new Emperor, but to bring peace. Because that was genuinely what he wanted.

And the idea of seeing this half-Galra, half-Altean man, the son of Zarkon, as one of the people spearheading that change, of working so hard towards peace that the Black Lion accepted him, chose him to be her pilot? It could have been so good.

I have so much more I could say, really, and maybe I'll sit down and write a huge thing about Lotor's entire arc at some point, but I wanted to finally actually write this down and say it.

[where-your-eyes-dont-go]

Felix motherfucking Trench in The Silt Verses? Giving a standout performance as a spineless cynical politician? Perfect casting choice.