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unlikelysaintdelele · 5 months

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I love remembering I have OCs for video games. The full game isn’t out yet, but the demo has me foaming at the mouth for more. So here are the girls and some brief descriptions~

They’ll develop more when the full game comes out.

The Unnamed: Samara

Romance: Ais, Kuras

She’s usually very patient and kind, but after finding out her blessing was actually a curse, her faith has been rattled. She’s snappy if pushed and a lil on edge. She felt very drawn to Kuras (something about him felt familiar) and Ais (the hive mind thing reminded her of the lies the temple told her about her curse, but it felt very different), distrustful of Leander (too charming), and doesn’t care too much about Vere (strong sense of danger). She finds Mhin amusing at best, rude at worst, and is only slightly taller than them. She likes baking, gardening, art, and languages (she liked being able to talk to everyone who visited the temple). She dislikes… bitter food and drinks ig.

She has rather average coloring and height, but she is by no means an average beauty. brown hair with deep waves and big brown eyes. I can’t out of my head that she has these soft pouty princess peach lips. I feel like kids would see her at the temple and think she’s a princess from a fairytale.

The Alchemist: Adrienne

Romance: Leander, Mhin

Tall, lithe, and long ass hair. Around four inches taller than Mhin, lol. She’s a bit reserved and may or may not trust a lil too easily. It’s a bit questionable because, despite being wary at first, Leander very easily won her over, there’s no way she’d get anywhere near Vere or Ais if she can help it. Mostly Vere. Being able to read Leander’s magic definitely helped. As for Mhin, their shared goal is what draws her to them, and she finds Mhin pretty. She really likes pretty clothing (and jewelry and shoes and faces) and history books. She dislikes ill-fitting or mismatched clothing, getting dirty, and not knowing.

Midnight black hair, it’s thick and well cared for. Since she’s a spellcaster, I wanted her to look magical as well, so I gave her violet eyes. I also imagine her tanned, around Vere and Elyon’s shade.

The Hound: Tori

Romance: Vere

Ngl, I liked Vere upon meeting him, but then I died when I followed him out the tavern so I noped out of that rq. I felt he deserved love nonetheless but the two other girls already have personalities that would avoid him at all costs. So Vere gets a big tiddie bimbo who is lowkey a muscle mommy. I say lowkey because she was kind of a runt when she was younger, always smaller than other kids her age, and she never quite grew out of that. She worked hard to earn her strength and takes pride in her scars. Anyways, Leander and Kuras’ charity doesn’t sit well with her and she just finds Mhin annoying. Ais is just funny to her and she’s a horndog for Vere. Suffocating between his thighs would be a good death. She likes fighting, money, and a certain red-haired demon.

She’s got a strawberry blonde hair situation that she keeps a little below chin length. Her eyes are green-blue, they look greener under direct lighting but are often mistaken for dark blue since she’s usually wearing a hood or in shadow. I like to imagine her with a bunch of freckles.

Side note: in my mind, Adrienne and Tori aren’t nearly as rattled by what happened in their backstories since they were raised to question and never fully trust what they first see. Adrienne because of her thorough education and Tori because she was literally raised by criminals. Samara was taught to trust, to not question, so her world was really turned upside down in her backstory. Tori is hurt but isn’t too surprised, more annoyed. Adrienne is… confused but powering through. She really looked up to her teacher, and would probably feel very broken up about it if she let herself, but she is too disciplined and determined to let herself get distracted by betrayal. Especially when she’s so close to a cure. Samara is just going a lil crazy but it’s good for her.

#touchstarved #vere touchstarved #mhin touchstarved #ais touchstarved #kuras touchstarved #leander touchstarved #this game won’t come out for a while #but it will be fun to look back at the first drafts of the girls #the unnamed #the alchemist #the hound

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bonewaryreblogs · 3 months

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Crossover Adaptation: Trolls!

Again.

Who's surprised?

So.

I decided to take the basic premise from the first Trolls movie (bergens eat trolls for happiness, they end up being allies) and fitting it with Monster Lore from Undertale (consumption of souls for magic power) and ended up with this mess :D

King Tobias has been struggling on the front lines of the human-monster conflict for a while now. His kingdom is on the border between human and monster territory but he hasn’t received the support he feels he deserves from the other human kingdoms. Tobias had only recently discovered that humans could use magic after consuming a mira (latin mirus =wonderful, marvelous, amazing, surprising, miraculous), a type of small, fairy-like monster that lives in a nearby mountain, also bordering human and monster territory. Having been abandoned as a “lost cause” by the rest of the monsters, all hope seems lost for the mira until Serif arrives. Deciding that the best way to keep the mira from being eaten was to convince the eaters that the mira were more useful alive than dead, Serif convinced a small group of mira to accompany him to King Tobias’ court and convince him to give it a try.

Serif shows off his own usefulness first, setting himself up as someone to not be messed with, before presenting his idea to king Tobias, who agreed to think about it over night before giving an answer. Serif and his mira companions are given a room and eventually bed down for the night. Serif doesn’t really sleep, noticing immediately when there is an intruder in their room in the middle of the night; obviously the human is there to kill/capture them but Serif gives them an out, saying that the castle sure gets their days started early. Immediately agreeing, the would-be assassin flees and Serif decides to head to the kitchen; none of them are getting any more sleep after that. Serif also uses this time to show off another reason having the mira alive is better than as a one-time consumable: dead monsters can’t make monster food.

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Potential Plot Points - Filler at Tobias’ Castle

A noblewoman tries to make a pass at Serif, which he declines as politely as possible (considering how forceful she was being). Pissed at being rejected, she accuses Serif of promiscuity, which he denies by saying he doesn’t swing that way. Confused by the term, Serif explains that he’s not interested in women (which isn’t too far from the truth of not being interested in either gender), saying that his boyfriend (Starling) back home is hotter than any human here anyways.

Serif meets Princess Chara, her handmaiden Frisk, and her bodyguard Kris. Kris and Frisk are siblings and grew up with Chara; their dad was the Queen’s bodyguard who died in the line of duty and their mother died due to complications during Frisk’s birth.

At some point, a human nobleman visits and gets into an argument with King Tobias. They decide to let their chosen champions battle it out and Tobias picks Serif. There’s no way for Tobias to lose; either Serif wins and Tobias wins the argument, or Tobias would get to watch Serif lose and get taken down a peg. Serif decides to use this to reiterate that he’s not someone to be taken lightly, hoping to scare his human allies.

“Hey, Tori; how good’s your healing magic?” “It’s one of my strong suits; why do you ask?” suspicious “Oh, no reason. Just something to keep in mind.”

Preemptively accused of cheating via magic, the other noble demands Serif be constrained but Serif offers the opposite; anything goes, including playing dirty, so long as they don’t bring anyone else into the fight. No hostage taking. The noble agrees, setting several of his guard against Serif; he wins handily but loses himself to battle lust and must be stopped by one of the mira, effectively ending the match. The mira go heal everyone but they don’t know how to set bones and Serif doesn’t really trust medieval medicine so he has to calm himself enough to do it himself, tending to those he just pummeled.

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Eventually, King Tobias takes Serif to another human kingdom as his bodyguard, trusting that Serif will do what’s best for the mira, which currently includes keeping Tobias safe. At the meeting, King Tobias asks for the authority to make peace with the monsters on behalf of the other human kingdoms. He is allowed to lead that charge but some of the more powerful kingdoms want to send a representative as well, if for no other reason than to observe. A message is sent to the monster royals, who agree to meet; at the mira’s mountain, not Tobias’ castle. Tobias agrees to the meeting arrangements and says he’ll provide to the mira whatever they need to set up a meeting place. The meeting happens and it is eventually decided that Tobias’ young daughter, Princess Chara, is to marry the monster Prince. Everyone is happy with this except Tobias, who is convinced that peace is mostly in his interest so he should be paying the most for it. He doesn’t like it but accepts his fate.

There are some monsters who don’t like this idea and make their thoughts known. Fearing an ambush, one large caravan is set up as a decoy to attract the dissenters while Serif leads a very small group (just him, the three kids, and a few mira) to take another route. This works perfectly, as the decoy is trashed but the Princess makes it to the monster capitol safe and sound, if a little worse for wear.

#this turned into something else entirely to encompass a few other story ideas I've had lying around #shifting sans #serif #undertale #alternate universe #au hopping #crossover

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multific · 3 years

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Yours All Along

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mention of smut, Angst and Heartbreak

Summary: After a heart-shattering break up, you and Chris are reunited at a mutual friend’s wedding.

A/N: Shout out to @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl for helping me finish this and for helping me with a title! Please, check out her blog she has some amazing series!

The day he decided he wanted to break up was one of the worst days of your life.

You knew the reason, a woman.

Although he didn’t say it, you knew. You saw the way he looked at his co-star, she was exactly his type.

At least he had the balls to break up with you instead of going behind your back and cheating on you.

But that didn’t ease the pain.

You felt like a burnt down house, for weeks you cried and blamed yourself for not being pretty enough, funny enough. All of your insecurities came back to haunt you and you were left alone, in the ashes.

What once was your happy place, now haunted you. The memories, the pictures. He threw away three years for a woman.

You were planning a future, wedding, house, children. But it looked like he had other plans.

You often thought about what would you do if he was to come back. You loved him. Even if he did you dirty, you loved him. But the fact that he could throw away so many years just for another woman, didn’t sit well with you.

What if you were to have children?

Would he leave them behind as well if another young blonde comes his way?

But there was no point in thinking about this. After all, he left, and you needed to move on as well.

And just as you were on your way to a new life, it happened, because of course it did, you saw him once again.

It was Tori’s wedding. Tori being both your and Chris’ friend it only made sense for both of you to be there. But for some reason you were still a bit taken aback. All you offered him is a kind smile as he sat a few tables to your left.

He looked good, you thought. Damn, and there you were in a forest green dress trying your best. But you also noticed that he was alone.

You took a sip from your glass, the wine made you cringe as it was too bitter.

***

Three hours into the wedding and the alcohol started working it’s magic. you danced wit a man who’s name you forgot, but who cares anyway?

You had fun and that’s all that mattered.

You didn’t even notice Chris’ eyes as they followed you. When you excused yourself to get some fresh air however, you did notice him heading your way.

And you just knew that he was heading your way.

And he certainly was. Even if you tried to hide behind a tree, he found you.

“Chris I don’t want to talk.”

“I noticed, you look beautiful. I won’t sugar coat it. I want you back. Leaving you was the biggest mistake of my life. I love you.”

“I love you too. But how can I be with someone who just leaves whenever a new woman looks their way? How could I trust you?”

He didn’t have an answer.

“Did you really just expected me to run back into your arms? I love you, yes. But I won’t go back to a man who just leaves whenever he sees a new shiny toy.”

“Let me prove it to you. One date is all I’m asking for. I will prove to you that I changed.”

“Oh you did. I believe you. The Chris I started dating with, wouldn’t throw away three years for a quick fuck.”

“I didn’t...I couldn’t do it. I was with her and I just...I couldn’t do it because it wasn’t you. I have wanted to speak to you ever since, but I’m ashamed.”

You let out a sigh as you looked back to the venue where people were dancing and eating.

“One date. Now let me get back, I still need to dance with Fred.” you said as you left him standing there.

Chris felt the fire in him light up once again. He wants to prove it to you, he loves you and leaving you was the biggest mistake of his life. As he watched you head back to the others, he was determined.

***

The next day he texted you. He invited you over to his home for lunch and to talk things out.

He wanted it to be private so his home was the best option.

Since you stayed in the apartment you two had together, he moved out. As you now know, he bought a house for himself. He sent you the address and judging by that, it was a rather fancy place.

As you arrived and got out of your car you took a look at the house.

The house was something you always wanted. Something you told him about. A house for the two of you for the future. And now here it was, just like you always imagined. It was perfect.

You knocked on the door and you immediately heard Dodger as he started to bark. You also heard Chris telling him to be quiet.

“Hi. Thank you for coming.” Chris said as he opened the door, letting Dodger rush out and say hi to you. You of course bent down to give him the well deserved pets.

The evening started off very normal. You had small talk as he served you some food. You felt the tension in the room, but you just waited. Waited for him to bring it up.

You looked out the window and saw that the rain started pouring, setting the mood.

“I was always yours. I loved you for so long and still do. We got together when we were young, you know that you are my first serious girlfriend. I-I guess I wanted to try out something new. Everyone expected us to be married by now and have children and I just...I got scared. The day I left I wasn’t thinking straight. And I regretted it the very moment I left your home. I went over to her place but...I couldn’t. All I could think about is how I betrayed you. I fucked up. I know I did. But I want no one else but you.”

“How can I know you won’t do this again? How can I know that you won’t leave again just to “try something new”. Tell me Chris.”

“You won’t. I’m asking you to trust me one last time. I know what I want, I want you. I want to wake up next to you, smell your shampoo and hold you. I want you for the rest of my life. I want you to be mine and so I can be yours again.”

You needed to breathe. You needed air. This was too much. Your heart was screaming at you one thing then your brain another.

Leave and never see him again or take him back and risk it all?

“I-I need to think.” you said as you stood up and walked to the front door.

“Y/N! Wait!” you didn’t even notice as the rain fell on your hair and skin. You didn’t even notice that you left your bag in the house. Chris grabbed your wrist and turned you around. “Please, I love you.”

His eyes were pleading, you couldn’t bare the pain in them. You lifted your hand and cupped his cheek as you looked into his eyes. You tried, but you couldn’t look away.

“I love you too.” you said as a reflex, meaning every word.

He closed the space between your lips and bodies as he kissed you feverishly.

“Let’s get you in and take a shower before we catch a cold.” he said but you didn’t hear him, all you wanted was to kiss him, hold him, feel him, like you used to.

***

The shower you took was very long, you barely remember what happened, but your body did. You were sore, lips swollen and your body tired, hair still a bit damp as you laid next to him on his bed, both of your turned to each other as he ran his hand up and down your back.

“I promise you, I will never leave you again.” he said as you looked at him, so out of breath, so tired and on the brick of sleep you offered him a smile.

You placed a kiss on his lips before he moved onto his back so you can lay on his chest and sleep. He pulled the blanket up your body and let you rest.

Although that day he made a mistake, he was yours all along.

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tehesunnysbright · 3 years

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jatp tag game :) i did not proof read this so it’s kind of a mess...

i was tagged by @willexx and @julesdreambox so thanks for the tag 💕💕💕

favorite character: alex mercer... the only right answer ;) (julie is my second favorite though <3)

character you relate to the most: julie molina and ALEX MERCER

top 3 songs: 1. bright, 2. wake up, and 3. i can never decide but rn i’m going to sayyyyyyy ummmmm wow i’m super indecisive ummmmm stand tall but i seriously love them all and can never choose!

favorite episode: episode 6 or 7 i can never choose because both are too iconic!

most iconic lines: we’re all a little crazy, does anyone know the Heimlich cause julie’s choking, i wish i couldn’t see you, ripping off the bandaid, sunset swerve, julie and the fat ones, when she says deep dish is she like talking about pizza, t-shirt size beautiful, making me blush, you got this, wait were those holograms, put me back in coach, ok, don’t ghost me, demon, because i care about you alex, i still would have followed you, we were gonna be legends, your welcome, girls am i right? yeah! no❤️...

best moment: all of them ... ummm julie singing wake up, the speech before stand tall and when julie is in the alley, alex dancing with dirty candy, the locket scene, the chemistry scene, the part where julie finds out who emily is, i still could have followed you, willex meet cute, luke giving julie bright...the list goes on :)! also all the performances (honorable mention: i got the music bc i love that song and it never gets the hype it deserves)

moment that made you cry the most: ok so i know this is technically not in the show but the behind the band episode 3 i think (the one where they record). i cried a lot during bc i just love the show and the cast so much and they’re so inspiring and i just wanna sing and dance and act tooo!!!!! a show moment (i didn’t cry while watching the show don’t kill me ) that made me cry or almost cry would be bright during my many rewatches and also stand tall :)

moment that made you SQUEEEE the most: literally every willex scene ... like all of them ... also edge of great song guitar riff, the part where we find out alex is gay, stand tall, and alex with dirty candy!

favorite ship: ahhhhh i like so many ahhh i’m a multi shipper too so... favorite cannon ship would be willex and favorite non cannon ship would probably be flarrie or lalex or whatever their ship name is but i like all of the ships like reggie/nick is great and underrated goodie. also luke and reggie (i prefer luke to be reggies bi awakening and one sided crush though ) .... anddddd may i present carrie/reggie, ik that kinda comes out of nowhere but i think it would be sooooooooooo cute!

how/why you started the show: i saw a cover of flying solo on tiktok so then i thought why not start this show... then i watched the trailer and didn’t think i would like it (crazy ik especially since i watch the trailer for fun sometimes... 😳) anyways i ended up watching episode 1 and 2 then went to bed and the next day i continued.

why i love the show: the representation. madison reyes having the lead role is so big and important and special to me... especially as a young latina/hispanic girl. seeing her as julie has changed my life completely and madi is such an amazing role model and makes me want to sing and dance and follow my dreams. the story. grief/loss is one of the main themes of the show and it’s something i don’t have a ton of experience with on a large scale (of course i’ve lost things like friends,etc but a parent and life are huge things ) . it was nice to see this topic showcased in a real and authentic way. the friendships. on screen and off screen. i LOVE the friendship between the phantoms as well and with julie and i love julie’s friendship with flynn. it was really refreshing to see these relationships and such strong bonds in a tv show. the cast is super close and so amazing and cute and they are just so so so talented. the music. of course i love the music and musica elements of the show. the songs and performances are so amazing! the whole cast is so talented and make it look so easy ! i feel like i could pick up a guitar and be just as great as charlie and/or jeremy or wail on some drums and replicate the magic that owen creates (which just attests to the talents of the cast). DIRTY CANDY/DIRTY CANDI. savanah, tori and the other dirty candy(i) girls are so talented and the songs slap i don’t care what anyone says. wow and all eyes on me are bops... i’ll say that til the day i die haha also the dancing is so good like pls can i dance like sav!!!!

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ghost-in-the-hella · 4 years

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If you're still doing prompts, how about L: “Loving you is easy. Living with you takes some getting used to.” for Chasemarsh? Seems fitting for those two. ;)

I’m going to level with you here: I never thought I would write chasemarsh, ever. As someone who was bullied hard by girls a whole lot like Victoria when I was a teen, I’ve never super gotten her appeal. And since Victoria canonically bullies Kate to the point of (attempted or otherwise) suicide... Yeah, chasemarsh isn’t really my cup of tea to be honest. So I hope you don’t mind that I went a bit AU with this one and set it in a universe where they didn’t go to school together and therefore don’t have that bully/bullying victim dynamic.

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Victoria’s never been an easy person to live with. She knows this about herself. A lifetime of excessive familial wealth compounded by parental neglect has left her utterly incapable of being a good roommate. She tends to forget that people who do not keep her insomniac hours do not generally appreciate loud music after midnight. That if you’re sharing a DVR with someone else they think it rude if you delete their shows to make room for your own before they’ve had a chance to watch them. She forgets that dishes left scattered around the apartment will not migrate to the dishwasher by themselves and will, in fact, grow mold if left to their own devices for long enough. That dirty clothes, too, do not magically launder themselves when you do not have servants to take care of them for you. That roommates, for that matter, are not servants and do not appreciate being treated as such.

She’s lost more roommates than she can easily keep count of, honestly.

And so Victoria has gotten used to living alone. It’s not necessarily her preference - she can’t cook worth a damn, for one thing, and she gets lonely much too easily - but it has long been her lot.

Until she met Kate. Beautiful, sweet Kate, who’s never had a roommate flee the apartment in terror or in fury once in her life. Good, kind Kate who never raises her voice, never turns aside a person in need, never has a rude word to say about anyone. Lovely, sensitive Kate who opens up to strangers like they’re her oldest friends, who trusts so easily and so completely, whose smile could make the sun rise on command.

She’s exactly the kind of girl Victoria would have absolutely tortured in high school without knowing why she felt so compelled to ruin her life. But Victoria’s twenty-eight now; she’s a grown-ass woman with a masters degree who hasn’t lived under her parents’ roof in almost a decade and who has finally found a decent therapist, and so when she met this humble, gentle, adorable woman she asked her out for coffee like a normal human being instead of tearing her down like the closeted, self-loathing bully she used to be.

One coffee date turned into weekly coffee dates, which turned into twice weekly dinner dates, which turned into changing their NodFace statuses together, which turned into Kate packing up her ludicrously undersized apartment and her cat and moving into Victoria’s ludicrously oversized apartment with her.

It’s been almost five years since Victoria officially deemed herself incapable of cohabitation and gave up on attempting to share her living space (it’s not like she can’t afford rent on her own, after all, so why subject others to her awful living habits?). Living with Kate after living alone for so long is… It’s wonderful, honestly. Weird, definitely, but wonderful. Kate’s aged and one-eyed rescue cat, Nicodemus, has already claimed Victoria’s most comfortable recliner as his own property, clawing the suede to shit and coating it with a thick layer of white fur. He sleeps at Kate’s feet most nights, and the sound of his purring is almost as restful as Kate’s soft and even breathing. Kate makes tea at least twice a day - usually Irish breakfast in the morning and camomile or something fruity at night - so the kitchen always smells warm and welcoming. When Kate has time she cooks, and when she doesn’t they either have leftovers or Victoria orders in. Kate never forgets her turn to clean out Nico’s litter box, never forgets to put her dishes in the dishwasher, never neglects to put her laundry right in the hamper where it belongs.

Kate’s great to live with. The perfect girlfriend and the perfect roommate.

Victoria is… trying. So hard. She’s trying to remember to at least put her dishes in the sink or the washer instead of leaving them around the house until she runs out of clean dishes. She’s trying to make sure her laundry actually finds its way into the hamper, and she succeeds about eight times out of ten. She’s trying to remember to feed the cat when it’s her turn, to not delete Kate’s shows off the DVR, to not make too much noise when she wakes up in the middle of the night, to only take up one space in the driveway. She’s trying to clean up her own messes. She’s trying not to take advantage of Kate’s generosity.

Victoria is trying, but Victoria is failing. She realizes this when she returns from her morning jog and finds Kate curled up with Nico in “his” chair with her morning cup of tea and tears rolling down her cheeks. The coffee table is crowded with photography books, Victoria’s coffee cups from the last three (at least) days, and the Chinese takeout containers from last night that Victoria had sworn up and down she would put in the fridge. The smell of expired Chinese food nearly drowns out the earthy scent of Kate’s tea completely. Beneath that, Victoria can smell the litter box she was supposed to scoop out this morning before she left because it’s her turn and she forgot again. There are several places on the floor where it looks like Victoria melted into a puddle and left her clothes behind as they fell from her liquified body.

Kate looks up over the mess to Victoria, her sweet brow creased and her gentle eyes shimmering with tears.

“Katie…” Victoria’s eyes dart around the room, taking in the now obvious overwhelm. “I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up. I’ll fix it. I’m so sorry.”

Kate gestures helplessly at the disaster of a room around her. “Tori, I… This is horrible. I can’t relax like this. I’ll help, but I can’t do all of it. I’ve got work in an hour, and I can’t--”

Tears spring to Victoria’s eyes. Her head is spinning. She’s been here before too many times: a roommate cowering in horror of the trainwreck that is Victoria’s life, absolutely at her wit’s end with Victoria’s failings. “Katie, I swear, I’ll do better, I promise. Please don’t leave. I know I’m a mess, and this is all my fault, and you can’t take it anymore, but please don’t hate me. Please stay with me; I can’t lose you.”

“Hey,” Kate says tenderly, uncurling her hand from around Nico to beckon Victoria over. “Tori, sweetheart, I’m not leaving and I don’t hate you. I love you. Come here.”

Victoria wades through the mess and kneels by Kate’s side. Nico’s cool, wet nose sniffs at her forehead a couple of times before he loses interest and resumes sleeping on Kate’s lap, blissfully oblivious to Victoria’s heart breaking in her chest. She rests her head gratefully on the soothing warmth of Kate’s thigh, and Kate’s hand rests lightly in her hair, stroking it soothingly. “I’m sorry, Katie. I know I’m a nightmare to live with. I should have warned you before you moved in so you wouldn’t be stuck with me.” Tears weigh down Victoria’s eyelashes as her brain counts up her countless failings as a life partner and as a human being. “I don’t know why you love me,” she mumbles. “I’m a miserable person. I’m unloveable.”

“Victoria Chase,” Kate says softly but in a voice that brooks no argument. “You are not unloveable. Loving you is easy.” She glances around and giggles a bit despite her red-rimmed eyes. “Living with you takes some getting used to.” She brushes Victoria’s bangs out of her teary eyes gently enough that Victoria can actually believe that she is beloved. “But hey. We’ll both work on it. Together. Okay?”

“Okay,” Victoria sighs into the comfort of Kate’s skin, and she lets the tension drain from her shoulders. She isn’t perfect, and she never will be. But she’s becoming a better person every day. And if Kate is willing to stay with her through it, maybe she can become a better roommate, too.

#prompt fill #prompt fic #prompt ghost #ghost writes #fanfic #life is strange #victoria chase #kate marsh #chasemarsh #alternate universe where victoria didn't bully the crap out of kate

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old-mckmarl · 3 years

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—— isn’t that MARLENE MCKINNON? yeah that is them, sitting there at the GRYFFINDOR table with those other SEVENTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees a crackling fire, autumn leaves raked into a pile, pages torn from books, scrapped knees, a treasure map covered in notes, combat boots covered in mud which seems about right for that EIGHTEEN year old. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty ADVENTUROUS, AMICABLE, and IMPETUOUS. apparently they’re FOR THE LIGHT/CONTACTED BY DUMBLEDORE and HALFBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related…

You see here hanging upside down on a tree, she insults you, and you fall in love with her a little bit.

This hyper little Gryffindor was born to two Halfblood parents in Cardiff. She spent lots of time traveling with them as both of them worked in Ministry relations. Being the youngest of three wasn’t so bad to start...

As her parents took her on their travels, she experienced first hand the damages of the war and heard rumors about its spread. Marlene is immediately defensive and offensive when provoked. Despite her constant search for adventure she is deeply worried by the world around her. So when she began Hogwarts and became closest to two muggleborn girls, she felt she had no choice but to protect the people she loved.

Quite often, she fears change. Being the youngest, the one expected to just fall in line as the others did, fueled her rebellious side

Her sister, Gwendolyn, is five years her senior. As children, Marlene relied on Gwen for everything. She was her protector and guiding light. Marlene never had to ask her parents for a thing since Gwen was always ready to provide. With her brother Tristan being so close in age, just a year her senior, nothing much else felt different with him.

Both Gwen and Tris exemplified everything their parents wanted. Both were prefects and the heads of the seventh year. They would follow in line with their parent’s wishes. But most of all, when Marlene looked them - it was clear they understood. The world was dark, bad things happened. But Merlin, she just hated it. Being powerless was like not having the ability to move on her own, and she did not do well with restrictions. Why couldn’t she process it?

The siblings began to shift apart during their Hogwarts years and Marlene didn’t feel particularly close to her parents. After all with their mother, Gwendolyn, and Tristan all being in Ravenclaw - what business did she relate to as a hyper, little Gryffindor.

Of course, her family cared for her and tried to provide her with all guidance possible, but she could never understand how they just immediately expected her to be an adult- to just so quickly act as if she understood the situations she saw unfold on a daily basis.

Marlene, though much younger, was already giving professors a run for their money with what she could cause within just a day. She liked to test out the rules, see how far she could go to break them. Being caught could even be a reward sometimes. You might have found her stealing a broom and flying herself to the very top tower of the castle, just to prove she could do it.

She isn’t the kind of person who can stay in one place for long, she got that travel bug from her parents. And such as, she became very assertive. Don’t have an argument with her, she’s not good at arguing but will insist she is correct.

Activities come easily to her, her mind works well with games (and she does usually win, but can be a sore looser). She can tease and toss, and still make it look easy. Her nature is competitive, a little incorrigible and impetuous, but by nature she seeks adventure, blindly going where interest leads her that very moment.

Maturity is best served in small plates with Marlene. Her insights are usually only shared within her closest circle of friends and her emotions are usually her last concern. For her the best way to process is to first act and think later. This hasn’t always lead in her in the best direction.

That only became more true in the last few years. The things that made her feel powerless only made her lash out more, say harmful things to loved ones, act out of impulse, and come to regret it all just moments too late.

Her goal is to become an Auror, as she seems to excel most in Defensive Magic and Charms. However, it’s the pesky discipline that gets in her way. It isn’t as if she’s anti-authority, but she is anti-remembering to pay attention when it is important.

Marlene flirts with life. It’s just in her nature to test out limits, see the reactions she can get from people, and encourage them to follow her.

But when someone catches her attention, someone who radiates integrity and honesty, she is drawn to them. She surrounds herself with positivity and gives that back to her friends.

Patronus: Unicorn Wand: Mahogany with Dragon Heartstring, 11 inches

Smells Like:

Vanilla, pine cones, and coffee

Looks like:

Perfectly messy dirty blonde hair, thick boots, large sweaters and overalls, blue eyes that glint like crystals, freckles that just deepen in the summer, a permanently messy room covered with picture frames, scraped knees, a wand that sparks in tandem with feelings, thus a slightly singed right sleeve, candy hidden in corners, loving hugs at anytime, quick feet running silently down a dark hall,

Sounds Like:

Storms; Fleetwood Mac, Fire and Rain; Birdy, Trouble’s Lament; Tori Amos, 32 Flavors; Ani DiFranco, Daughter; Pearl Jam, Volcano Girls; Veruca Salt, Crazy on You; Heart...

Life and Relationships at a Glance:

She’ll fight for you, whether you let her or not...she has to do it. She just has to

Family:

Owen McKinnon, Sioned Mckinnon, Gwendolyn McKinnon, Tristan McKinnon

Speaks:

A little rural town in Wales that borders Cardiff,

Almost like she’s singing warmly,

English mainly, thinks she speaks more Welsh than she does

Facts:

If it is dangerous, she will probably try to do it.

She says more or less what’s she’s thinking when she’s thinking it. She doesn’t often leave room for other’s thoughts and usually neglects to consider her own or anyone’s feelings in a particular situation. She has no filter

She never liked to be told she couldn’t do something and will do it just to annoy you

She can DRINK

Despite speaking to her emotions being incredibly difficult, it seems her heart is on her sleeve at all times...she just doesn’t know it’s there.

People seem to reveal themselves to her. Whatever their most genuine persona is, Marlene brings that out of people for better or worse

She’s probably flirted with you and you probably liked it.

Plots and Connection Ideas Coming Soon..

#dawn:intro #bio #marlene

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Showtime (SpicyHoneyMustard, stand alone, lemon)

Summary: Edge and Red are bodyguards for the Queen's Judge, Rus, and they more than happy to watch over him.

In every way possible.

Notes: Forgive me for my sins!!😭😭😭I got this idea into my head and it refused to be banished.

Naughty, naughty boys, read the tags before you dive in!

Tags: SpicyHoneyMustard, Fontcest, Fellcest, Sibling Incest, Threesome, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior. LEMONY GOODNESS!!

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Edge had always hated meetings and while they’d never said as much, he was certain that the others did as well.

Endless, trite negotiations where Humans and Monsters both spent hours dancing around the subjects they truly wished to discuss, speaking through clenched teeth as they struggled to find a common ground to agree upon.

Coming from a world where agreements came either briskly or at the expense of spilled dust, for Edge it was something of an adjustment.

Edge stood stiffly by the door, hands clasped in front of him as he watched the Human Leaders who were meeting with the Queen and her Judge. The Humans had politely requested a private meeting of only them and as the head of Security, Edge just as politely told them in so many words that he’d sooner gift-wrap his own soul for them to dust at their leisure. No Humans were ever going to be alone with the Queen on his watch and as for Rus…

Humans were often tetchy about Rus once they learned his purpose; their Judge, the one who could weigh the souls of Monsters and Humans alike. If mere magic discomfited them, then knowing someone could see the heaviness of their ugliest sins could send them into a blustering rage. Even some Monsters found it unsettling at times and it was Edge’s duty to keep Rus safe, an ofttimes thankless task that he’d taken on before they’d even met.

These days, Rus’s safety was no duty, but a necessity for Edge’s peace of mind. Nothing was going to hurt him, not Humans, not Monster, no one. It was a promise he swore to himself daily.

The conference room for this particular meeting was at the Embassy and as a concession to meeting on less than neutral soil, Edge readily agreed to be the only security in the room. It did not mean he was the only one watching and there was no reason for these Humans to know that Red could be here between one blink and the next. Besides, there were only ten of the Humans, all sweating and nervous in their uncomfortably fitting suits, trying to decide if the offered coffee and pastries were safe to consume. Hardly cause for concern.

Edge wondered with dry amusement if they’d be more willing to choose a muffin if they knew all of it was fresh that morning from the local Tim Horton's.

The stiff conversation held little interest to him and instead, Edge measured their body language, reading their intent. Humans worried so fearfully about being Judged and yet had no idea how much they revealed with a single tapping pencil or the stuttering bounce of a leg beneath the table. They were nervous, unsettled, but not truly afraid and it was enough for Edge to relax, as much as he was able this close to unfamiliar Humans. Nerves were to be expected and much easier to predict than fear.

After a few wary glances, the Humans no longer paid him any mind and that was fine by Edge. He didn’t miss the slight flicker of pale lights in his direction, just as quickly flicking away, nor the slight smile that curved Rus’s mouth. His expression was one of dutiful interest, paying close attention to the rather unpleasant Human who was asking for concessions that they weren’t about to make. The glance that flicked Edge’s way again for the briefest of seconds and then away said that the negotiations weren’t holding his attention as they should.

Edge shifted the weight of his gaze entirely to Rus, calmly watching him so that the next glance he snuck was met with a stare his own. Rus’s sockets widening then quickly returning to the Humans and none of them would have any idea what the faint, flustered orange rising in his cheek bones meant.

Edge knew, very well, indeed.

‘easy, boss,’ drawled through the earpiece in his auditory canal, ‘don’t wanna make a bad impression on all these humies, do ya.’

There was no way to reply to his brother without being overheard and Edge only stood, his gloved hands clasped in front of him, his expression one of bland neutrality.

‘can’t blame ya for drooling, though, he cleans up too fucking nice.’

He did. Rus rarely wore the formal robes of his office, only at the Queen’s request and still reluctantly. Silken, creamy ivory with the delta symbol delicately embroidered on his chest, discreetly hugging the lithe line of his body as they covered his slim, lovely bones from the high collar to where the hem brushed the floor, showing only peeks of the tips of his shoes. It made him look coolly resplendent, untouchable and yet—

‘‘course, that only makes ya want to dirty ‘im up, don’t it.’

Stop, Edge did not, could not say. He shifted his stance, widening it as discreetly as he could. Not at all enough for any bastards watching through the room cameras, who only chuckled, darkly pleased.

‘yeah, ya like that idea, dontcha. think he’d look real good on that table. pull those robes up and show off those pretty bones. bet he don’t have much on under it and ya always look good between his legs, ya know. draggin’ all those sweet sounds outta him, making him cry and moan while your fuckin’ that tight little cunt until he’s begging to cum.’

Control, that was all, he’d spent years working on his control. But his brother’s husky voice was cruelly relentless, worming its way from his hearing and settling into his warming thoughts.

‘course, our sweet thing always has a lot to say when ya give ‘im head, don’t he. don’t always make sense but it do make for a hellava show.’ Edge could hear a soft clacking sound, a fingertip tapping consideringly against teeth. ‘can’t decide what i’d rather see right now. you eating him out or you ramming him until he screams. both’re worth the price of admission.’

A ticklish trickle of sweat fell from Edge’s brow bone and he plucked out a handkerchief, wiping it away discreetly. The Queen noticed, glancing at him with faint concern. He only shook his head ever so slightly and she returned her attention to the Humans, her tight smile a fair indication of how well their negotiations were not going.

‘guess i’ll hafta to let ya choose, don’t think i can. whatcha think, bro, how ya gonna wreck that pussy today?’ Through the earpiece, Edge could hear a chair creaking, a familiar scuffing sound of Red propping his boots up on the desktop despite frequent admonishments to keep his filthy feet on the floor. ‘oh, i got a plan now. ya fuck him good, fuck him up, wear him out for me. think after you’re done i’ll give our boy a good tongue-lashing. see if we can get him to pass out again, yeah?’ There was the faint, obscene sound of his brother licking his teeth. ‘he always tastes better with a little sauce on the side.’

The queen abruptly standing startled Edge so much he actually twitched, only barely catching himself from flinching. She towered over the Humans, who gaped at her as she said coolly. “Gentleman, I believe we’re finished for the day.”

None of them seemed ready to question her commanding authority, all of them standing, blustering and scrambling for briefcases and paperwork. When they were ready, Edge stepped silently aside, opening the door and gesturing curtly to the rest of the security team. They would lead the Humans out of the Embassy and if they found Edge’s appearance to be unsettling, a pack of fierce Dogs didn’t seem to instill any additional confidence.

He closed the door and the moment it shut, the Queen sagged, pulling off her crown to toss it uncaringly to the tabletop and her head falling into her hands. “Why must they be so aggravating!” she burst out, all the frustration that she refused to show the Humans overflowing, spilling out into the air between them.

“hey, it’ll be okay, tori,” Rus soothed, even as Edge struggled not to show his distaste at the familiarity in that nickname. He moved to stand behind her, rubbing her stiff shoulders until she began to relax, some of her tension flowing away. “we’ll work through it. look, why don’t you head out for the day? go on home, get a glass of wine, spend some time with that kid of yours and we’ll give it another shot tomorrow, yeah?”

A heavy sigh and the Queen nodded, twisting her head to smile up at him, “You’re right, of course. You always know what to say.”

“of course i do,” Rus said loftily, “i’m your advisor, so listen to my sound advice. hit the bricks, head home.”

She laughed, tiredly amused, "I should have chosen the corn muffin with my coffee, then I could have been all ears."

Edge chose that moment to interrupt, offering quietly, “The Humans have left the building.”

“Thank you, Edge,” the Queen nodded and stood. “I believe I will go home.”

“Your car will be brought around in ten minutes,” Edge told her. She nodded again, her smile less personal than the one she offered Rus but no less sincere.

The second she was gone, Rus slumped back in his own chair. Gone was the posed, coolly competent Judge, regal and distant, and left behind was only Rus, his knees sprawled as far apart as his robes allowed, long arms dangling on either side of the chair almost to the floor.

“well, that was a waste of an afternoon,” Rus sighed out. Staring up glumly at the ceiling, he didn’t noticed Edge discreetly twisting the lock on the door. “why do they have to make everything so diffi—hey!”

Rus flailed in his arms as Edge scooped him easily up, carrying his light weight over to sit him on the table. For once, the position made Rus slightly shorter than him and there was nothing in those pale eye lights but startled confusion. It seemed his formal decorum was not completely abandoned yet.

“what are you do-oooing!” It rose into a high-pitched yelp as Edge pushed him to lay back before roughly yanked those robes up to his femurs without a care for the delicacy of the material. Red was correct, there was nothing beneath them but bones, glossy and slim, begging for a rough hand to slide over them until the delicate joints glowed brightly with desire.

“I’m giving you a way to be productive,” Edge murmured. He bit the fingertip of one of his gloves, pulling it off and spitting it to the floor, already forgotten as he ran his bared hand up Rus’s silken femur to thumb at the place where the joint met his pelvis. Rus arched into the touch, husking out a moan as Edge kept up the journey, fondling his pubic symphysis with deliberate intent.

A flood of bright magic filled Rus’s pelvic cradle, his pussy snapping into place. Even as he squirmed and moaned, Rus’s hands fluttered shyly down as if to cover it from Edge’s avid gaze, his cheek bones flushing brilliantly. “do i even want to ask what’s gotten into you?”

“should be more worried about what’s gettin’ into you.” Came from behind them. Edge did not look; he could picture his brother’s lasciviously eager grin as easily as a photograph. Rus’s blush only deepened, honey-golden and lovely. “c’mon, bro, hurry it up. i’ve been waiting all day for a show and i’m gonna play judge and jury for once and say he’s ready to give one.”

It was easy to simply ignore that careless command. Trailing a single fingertip along the soft, tempting folds found Rus already slippery, easily taking that finger inside. Another finger joined the first and if Red was hoping for a show, the way Rus arched, crying out as his femurs slid even further apart in generous offering already made for a lovely performance. Already he was debauched, his teeth parting to allow those lovely cries to escape, sweat beading prettily on his skull and his robes crumpled and bunched up around his waist.

“Beautiful,” Edge murmured, and despite the heat bulging at his own crotch, he would have been content to simply watch this. The slippery slide of his pale cracked phalanges into the golden petal softness of Rus’s pussy was delicious enough, no matter what his brother thought of it. A demonstration that fingers were quite nice things on their own.

“please!” Rus suddenly burst out, panting as he scrambled to grab at Edge’s wrist, stilling his thrusting fingers. He gulped loudly, his pleading look darting from Edge to someplace behind him where surely Red was watching them with scarlet-bright intensity. “oh, please, want you, need you, please!”

That decided him and Edge ignored the tremor in his hand as he pulled his fingers free with a wet, obscene sound and went for his belt. His fingers were still too slick and he cursed as he fumbled at his zipper, the tiny tab stubbornly refusing to be lowered.

Smaller hands settled over his own, the fingers as cracked and damaged as his own, and arms wrapping around him from behind. “hang on, i got you, bro.”

Edge sighed in relief as Red nimbly opened his pants, reaching inside to take hold of his cock, drawing him out. He gave the shaft a brisk, unnecessary stroke. Edge was already achingly hard, crimson wetness beading at the tip and spread by Red’s careless touch. A light push at the small of his back urged him to step forward and Edge did, bracing his hands on the table as he settled in between Rus’s spread femurs.

They both groaned at the first touch of his cockhead against Rus’s slit as Red lined Edge up, pressing him firmly to Rus’s entrance.

“there ya go,” Red crooned, even as he stepped back, eye lights glittering as he took in the scene before him, the two of them hovering at the cusp of being joined, “c’mon now, give him what he wants.”

It was a command Edge was more than willing to obey. This time.

Rus threw his head back at the first slow thrust, hands scrabbling desperately at Edge’s shoulders as broken cries welled from his throat, thoroughly lost to the sensation of being penetrated, and that was where Edge’s patience broke.

With a low growl, he thrust deep inside, hips snapping forward, and he could only be dimly grateful for the room’s soundproofing as Rus choked on a scream. The gloriously tight heat of his cunt rippled and clenched around him as if trying to suck him in even deeper. Edge groaned deeply, rolling his hips in a desperate rhythm, slamming their bodies together even as Rus clawed at his scapulas, blunted fingertips scratching chalkily as bone met bone.

Red clambered up on the table, sneakers squeaking against mahogany as he knelt at Rus’s head. He managed to lift Rus’s thrashing skull into his lap, then took hold of his wrists, forcing his hands down to the tabletop. Freeing Edge from his hold only let him thrust deeper, both hands gripping Rus’s iliac crests as he drove into him with aching force, glorying in the hot clench of the pseudoflesh around him.

“that’s it, baby,” Red crooned out, barely audible over the clatter of bones against each other. “fuck yes, you’re beautiful. take it, take him, you gorgeous bastard.”

“oh, oh, i…i need…” Rus stammered out, “oh, oh, please, ohhh!” He strained against Red’s hold, unable to break his unyielding grip even as he shuddered and whined, caught between them, struggling uselessly against Edge’s weight as he tried to arch up even as orgasm struck him with the force of a velvet-wrapped blow. His eye lights blew wide, flooding with deep orange before his sockets scrunched closed and he came with a warbling cry, writhing and whimpering in a gorgeous display of desperate pleasure.

Edge leaned down to cover his pleading mouth with his own, managing a degree of tenderness even now with Rus’s sweet cunt pulsing and spasming around him, still thrusting erratically as he groaned through his teeth, gloriously engulfed by the orgasm rippling up his spine.

It took a while for Edge to return to his senses, gulping in deep gasps of air that were thick with the rich tang of their sex. The clammy feel of his own sweat beneath his clothing was uncomfortably acute, but there was no attention to spare for that now. Not with Rus clinging to him, his own breathing closer to sobs as he buried his face into the front of Edge’s once pristine shirt, smearing it with sweat and tears, all the fluids sex brought with it staining it.

Edge couldn’t have possibly cared less. He rested the bulk of his weight on one trembling arm, wrapping the other around Rus and pulling him close to murmur gentle reassurance against the side of his skull.

His need for closeness after sex was endlessly endearing and Edge always indulged it, wishing for Rus to always be so, greedily unashamed to cuddle in close and steal kisses and soft touches even as he shivered with pleasurable little aftershocks.

A cleared throat had them both looking up at Red, who waggled his fingers in a mocking wave. “thanks, you two, good to be remembered.”

Edge scowled even as Rus made a sound of distress, reaching out for Red who took that feebly groping hand in his own, twining their fingers together. As always, their Rus acting as a conduit between them, tying them together past the bond of brotherhood. Their Rus.

Theirs.

“love you,” Rus slurred out. “love you both.” Red pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles with the uncommon tenderness that belonged to Rus alone. Then he let go, crawling over to the side of the table.

“love you, too, honey, but ya ain’t done yet.” Red gave Edge’s shoulder a rough shove and he went without protest, grimacing as he withdrew and even as he tried to be gentle, Rus let out a little noise of discomfort, knees drawing up slightly as he winced. Edge staggered back, nearly falling into one of the chairs, legs akimbo and his trousers sagging as he took in the view.

Rus, his once immaculate robes stained and rumpled where they were rucked up around his pelvis, cloth and bone contrasting against the dark wood of the table. He lay bared and trembling, his bent legs dangling, femurs still spread to show his lovely cunt painted with thick crimson fluid, marked by Edge’s release. A gorgeous, glorious ruin, beautifully tempting and Edge's magic gave a hopeful throb at his crotch, gamely willing.

Edge pushed it sternly down. After all, he’d had his turn.

His brother hopped back down to the floor and the height of the table nearly put Rus’s pelvis at a level with his mouth. His hands settling on Rus’s knees made him lift his skull, watching blearily as Red ran his thumbs up the insides of Rus’s femurs, smearing those heavy spatters of crimson.

Red gave Rus a wink as he ran his tongue lightly over his jagged teeth, the shade a deeper scarlet and no less eager.

“had my show, now it’s time for dinner,” Red leered.

“wha—ahh!!” Confusion jolted into disbelief as Rus’s skull fell back on the table with a painful sounding thunk. He convulsed, choking out a wail as Red buried his face between his femurs, wet, sloppy sounds spilling into the air to tangle with Rus’s newly desperate cries.

Edge only propped his chin on a hand to watch avidly. It was his turn for a show, and he planned to enjoy it.

-finis-

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zmediaoutlet · 4 years

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in support of Black Lives Matter, @scgemini donated $50, and requested ‘Jensen/Jeff sneaking around on set with peeping tom Jared.’ Thank you for donating!

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“Okay, everybody, we’re going to call that lunch. Crew, back at 1:30; cast at 2:00.”

Jared wasn’t even in the scene, but he relaxes. It’s boring in his trailer when he’s waiting to shoot coverage and, anyway, this is a fun crew. Greg the sound guy high-fives Jared as he heads for craft services and Tori the script supervisor invites him for beers later at their new favorite bar. “I’m so there,” Jared says. “In fact, I’m so there I’m actually already there, and I’m waiting for you to show!”

Tori grins at him, rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

Most everyone’s cleared out of the set already. There’s a little huddle going on near the screens as they work out something about--Jared doesn’t know, editing or whatever--but other than that, the cast and crew pretty much evaporate when lunch gets called. Means it’s pretty quiet, on the stages. Means there’s privacy, if anyone needs it.

Jensen was gone about one minute after the cut was called. Time enough to smile at people, shake the hand of the extra they’d brought in for the scene. Enough to be polite and not suspicious, and--well, who’d be suspicious? Jensen’s perfect. Jared’s oversensitive, maybe. With what he knows.

He’s still wearing Sam’s costume, from shooting a few scenes ago, and they’re going to pick up a Dean and Sam scene after lunch. The sneakers are soft, comfortable, nearly silent as he walks through the stages, getting further and further in. Darker, back here, with only the ambient lights high up in the ceiling illuminating things, and he sticks his hands in his pockets, tries to chill out. He doesn’t even know if what he’s looking for is going to be there. No need to get excited, before it’s time.

He passes the interior set for Bobby’s house, all tumbled props and fake dust. A motel shell, currently half-stripped for another new insane design. Furthest back is a bar set, this new roadhouse location they’re bringing in for next episode, and he hears--a laugh, and stops in his tracks, and has to take a deep breath.

It was an accident, the first time. He really didn’t know what he was walking into. It had been that episode with the shadow demons, when John Winchester met up with his sons again, and afterward they’d all gone drinking and Jeff bought everybody rounds--was charming, and funny, and awesome. Jared liked him a lot; Jensen liked him even more. They’d gone back to Jeff’s rental house for a few more drinks, after the bar, and Jared had gone to the bathroom and then he’d spent some time talking shit at Hank and Mike playing that basketball game on the Playstation, and then he’d realized Jeff and Jensen were MIA, and he’d looked in the kitchen and in the den, and he’d turned into the hall down to the bedrooms and he’d--

They’re here. Another laugh--Jensen says, “Shut up,” quiet but not quiet enough that it doesn’t carry, and Jeff says, a little louder, “Maybe you should make me,” and Jared bites the inside of his cheek. Every time. This happens every time there’s been a John Winchester scene, and he doesn’t know how he’s getting this lucky.

The roadhouse set has a big frame--wooden walls, a bar. He’s careful as he comes up to the side, listens careful. Jeff says, “Oh, that’s right,” dirty and nasty-low like Jeff’s voice can get, and Jensen makes a--sound, something Jared’s gotten to recognize. That’s Jensen turned on beyond belief, wanting something. Jared bites his lip, eases closer. Lines up, against the very edge of the set, and peeks around, and sees:

Oh, fuck. Jeff’s in street wear, with his coverage finished for the day; Jensen’s still in Dean’s hospital clothes, and Jeff has him crowded up against the edge of a pool table, his hands under the thin white shirt, his mouth up against the back of Jensen’s ear. They’re in profile to where Jared’s watching and the lights are dim, but Jared can still see how Jensen’s eyes slide shut and how he tips his hips back against Jeff’s crotch, how Jeff’s hand moves under the shirt and Jensen huffs out a low fuck.

“You said to be quiet,” Jeff says, low and teasing, and Jensen flails a hand back and grabs his hip, says, “Oh, fuck you,” and Jeff grins and kisses his shoulder. Soft, almost sweet, and Jared presses his temple against the set wall, hot and sick inside. God, they look good together. Comfortable, knowing each other’s bodies, and even that first time when Jeff had Jensen pressed against the wall in that hallway, practically eating his mouth, it looked--right. Like that was how it should be.

Jeff’s hand slides down Jensen’s stomach, palms at his dick through the thin hospital pants. “You ready?” he says, soft, and Jensen nods, fast. He’s so much cooler than Jared is--always calm, in control--except like this, with Jeff, and it just makes Jared’s dick throb, every time. Jared watches while Jeff undoes the drawstring on the pants, while he pushes them down along with the white boxers, and Jensen’s dick spills out, heavy and thick, dragging against the wood rail. Jeff gathers it up in a big hand, squeezes, and Jensen groans, loud enough that he covers his mouth with his own hand. “That’s right,” Jeff says, grinning big again, but then he’s probing at Jensen’s ass with his other hand, not asking, and Jensen props his hands on the pool table, his shoulders high and his head dropping, the line of his back curving down to where Jeff’s fingers are inside him.

It’s Jeff who groans, though, unexpected. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says, and Jensen smiles, eyes closed, tipping up his hips. “When did you manage that?”

“That break for the blown light,” Jensen says, and it’s quiet but it’s cocky. “Knew you’d want to take lunch. Was I right?”

Jeff kisses the back of his neck, his shoulder, says, “So right,” sounding almost dumb, and he’s fumbling his jeans open, drawing out his dick and pumping it, dark in the space between them, before Jared finally puts together--Jensen lubed himself up. On set. In costume, in a break between scenes. Jared feels his face go bright red, the heat searing up in his cheeks and throat, and he has to get a hand on his crotch, squeezing through his jeans, because--because that meant that when Jared was playing a quick match of Soul Calibur in his trailer, in the trailer next door Jensen was spreading his legs, getting his fingers wet, pushing--in---

A groan, two--Jeff, lining up, shoving inside. It’s fast, and Jensen’s rocked up against the table with the force. “God,” Jeff says, and gets his hands around Jensen’s bare hips. “You’re perfect.”

“So I’ve heard,” Jensen says, and braces his hands better, backs up, makes the angle better. His mouth opens, his back arching. “Ah--Jeff, come on--”

Jeff obeys. They always fuck hard, after all the teasing--no slow corkscrewing thrusts, no pausing. Every time Jared’s seen, the same. Jensen likes it, shoves back into it, wants it deep, fast, and his dick’s heavy and slapping against his thigh now, his shoulderblades popped out from how he’s bracing against the table, giving as good as he’s getting against the force of Jeff’s hips. Jeff holds him tight, rams him strong and good and steady, and Jared--he’s fucked a girlfriend in the ass, a few times, but they’ve always been doing him a favor and he’s given up on it because they clearly didn’t love it, and so--he has an idea of what it’s like, but he’s never had that. Never someone like Jensen, who clearly loves it, hard and flushed, throwing his head back at how good it feels, wanting it bad enough that he’s lubing himself up on a break and fucking at work--

“Jesus,” Jeff spits, “for fuck’s sake, Jen, I’m--” and shit, he’s close already--Jensen groans, goes down to his elbows on the table, and Jeff grips him tighter, shoves into him even harder, faster, chasing it, and Jared watches Jensen’s face the whole time and sees the tight turned-on ripple of pleasure when Jeff shoves up into him and groans, flexing, dumping inside him. Fuck’s sake is right--Jeff shoves in again, reflex, and Jensen’s mouth falls open, like it’s the hottest thing that’s happened to him in years.

Jeff folds over for a few seconds, forehead against Jensen’s back. “Lord in heaven,” he mumbles, and Jensen laughs breathlessly. Jeff pulls out slow, makes Jensen shudder--says, quiet, “Creamed you up, sweetheart,” and Jensen’s face spasms, and Jeff smiles like he knows--and then he spins Jensen around by the hips, kisses him on the mouth, and sinks down to his knees. Jared can see just enough above the corner of the pool table to see Jeff suck Jensen’s dick down at the same time that he burrows three fingers right into his open wet ass--and Jensen shoves his knuckles into his mouth, half-shouts fuck around them anyway, and it’s not long then, a handful of seconds with Jeff clearly working magic and Jensen caught between his mouth and his hand, before Jensen grips Jeff’s shoulder and goes stiff and comes nearly silently, aside from his heaving breath.

Jeff swallows. Jared breathes shaky, against wood. He never saw that before. Jeff swallows, and keeps rocking his fingers into Jensen’s ass even when he pulls back and let his dick fall wet and heavy from his mouth. “How was that, sweetheart?” he says, smiling and smug, and Jensen shakes his head, laughs, soft and shaky. His shoulders gleam with sweat in the dim light.

Jared’s hard enough that he feels like he’s going to pierce a hole through Sam’s jeans. He’s got to get out of here, got to find a quiet place to jerk off with this new image fresh and hot behind his eyes. Jeff finally drags his fingers out, pats Jensen’s ass. “That’s a wrap, champ,” he says, hearty as a little league coach. He stands up, does up his jeans, and when he looks up from that his head turns, and he looks Jared directly in the eye.

#fffb #jensen/jeff #j3 #j2 non-au #my writing

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Prologue of Written In The Stars (Harry Potter xFem!Oc)

A/N: Suprise! This is totally self-indulgent so if any of you read it that’s a win (but do let me know if you like it) this is only the prologue but I still don’t know the title of the whole series so yeah... be ready for a long, long, ride.

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Chapter One

Stories tend to be told like they were made for the people in them.

It's our job to understand a simple thing: that's not how life works. The world is much more complicated, it's years of history piled into little actions that collide in one end, people are born so others can change the world, this is why we can't live without the other.

This story is about a girl with remarkable power, a baby that grew for war, and a bond far more stronger than any magic.

And it all started with two kids on a train.

But first, a little bit of background story:

Emily Sultens was the daughter of a Magizoologist and an Auror, both in their late forties when they had her, but always loving and caring, they gave her the best of the best. Emily grew up surrounded by all kinds of magical creatures and spooky stories from Dad's work. It was easy to say that Emily couldn't wait to have her own adventure, and when she got the letter from Hogwarts in 1971, she was ready to prove her value.

Matt Dumbledore, on the other hand, was the only son of Aberforth Dumbledore. His mother, a humble witch who lived in a small village, died at the moment of birth. His uncle, the famous Albus Dumbledore found him and took care of him for most of his life, Matt lived in Hogsmeade during his childhood prior Hogwarts with his father, but Aberforth never addressed him as his son for reasons that only him and his brother knew.

Matt grew up in a quiet, dusty home, He inherited his uncle's traits, a clever mind and infinite patience to get the things he so desperately wanted. Matt wouldn't allow anyone to compare him to his family members, he was his own person, and he'd create his own path.

The Daily Prophet watched his every move, being the only heir of a long-lasting family known for their incredible talent, and the rumors surrounding his birth (many believed he was actually Albus' son) Matt grew up with thousands of rules he was ready to break.

On September first, 1971 Matt and Emily met, and after a few years of friendship, they fell in love and had a kid: Mel Dumbledore.

Emily had spent the whole night watching over her daughter, she knew something was wrong when Matt didn't arrive.

When Dumbledore appeared on the doorstep holding Mel... well, she just knew. She was prepared for it, after all being an Auror, especially on times like this, wasn't easy. What she hadn't expected to hear was that only one survivor had been found: Harry.

Remus came to her as soon as he heard, both with a sense of betrayal since it was no one but their friend Sirius the one who told the Dark Lord where his friends were. She held Mel tight against her chest, the only logical thought being 'She's alive, she's with me' until Dumbledore appeared again the next morning.

And of course, he had a plan. One that involved Emily and her daughter moving miles away from their current home. Emily accepted, she could only think of the thousands of memories she had of Matt in that house, and the ones that would never come.

Harry had an aunt, who was married and had a kid the same age as him, all she had to do was to move next door to keep an eye on the boy, make sure no Deatheaters would appear since things were still dense in the wizarding world. She had to make sure Harry would live to turn eleven.

Why she accepted, she didn't know. Maybe part of her thought it was cruel to pull apart the babies. Even if they were too little to remember, they shared a bond. Harry was her best friends' son. She couldn't turn her back on him, she would never.

So Emily packed her bags and that same afternoon she moved over to Privet Drive Nº5.

The young woman gave up on magic, she kept her wand safely hidden in her bedroom and raised her daughter in the muggle world, away from all the things that could hurt her. She knew that at some point Mel would find out, on her eleventh birthday to be precise, but it was all just too complicated. How would she tell the little girl that her father died in the hands of a murderer? How could she tell her that the boy living next to them was a legend from where they came from? No, she'd wait. Then, once Mel had her letter, she would explain everything.

"Was that everything, Mily?" Remus asked, putting the last box in the living room.

"Yes," Emily covered Mel's little body with a blanket, she then poured two glasses of firewhiskey and gave one to Remus.

"To the Potters," She raised her glass.

"To Mel... and Matt," Remus added.

She stopped for a moment, remembering the news article she read that morning.

"To the boy who lived."

Both of them finished their drinks in a matter of seconds.

What now?

Six years later after that quiet morning when Petunia had found Harry at her doorstep, things hadn't changed much on Privet Drive. Same bushes, same houses, same people. Time had gone by though, even if you didn't see at plain sight.

Mel was now seven years old, and she was a curious kid. She enjoyed playing in her room or her backyard, always keeping herself busy. Her mom never allowed her to leave the house unless it was for school, so whenever Mel wanted to feel accompanied, she always peeked through the neighbors' fence.

And every time without a fail, she would see him.

A scrawny, black-haired boy with damaged glasses. Always doing chores.

She was tiny, so when the boy got closer to the fence she wasn't able to see him anymore. So Mel went back to her house, grabbed a small stool, put it in front of the fence.

She stood on her tiptoes... and fell to the other side.

"Ouch!" The boy quickly squirmed away and looked at her, frowning, "W-What are you doing?"

"Ugh," The girl rubbed the back of her head and pouted, "Nothing! I... I live next door and I heard noises, so I wanted to see what you were doing"

She looked up to the boy, the first thing she noticed was his bright, green eyes hidden behind dirty old glasses, his hair seemed to be disheveled even though that day wasn't so windy and his smile was tiny but had a mocking undertone.

He also had a scar on his forehead.

"Are you alright?"

"What'd you think? I hit my head..." She groaned.

"You shouldn't spy on people"

"I wasn't spying! I just... I always see you out here," She shrugged, "I got curious, that's all"

"I know you," He replied, "you go to my school and get in trouble a lot, like me"

"It's not my fault," She grumbled, "Should we introduce ourselves? My mum always does it when we meet new people... I'm Mel, I'm seven and I've lived here since I was a baby"

"Nice to meet you," The boy hesitatingly reached for her hand, "Uhm, I'm Harry and I'm also seven, I've lived with my Aunt and Uncle since I was a baby"

"Oh, they aren't your parents?" She asked with genuine surprise.

"No," Harry shook his head, clearly displeased, "my parents... died when I was little"

"I'm sorry," Mel felt her cheeks sting from embarrassment, she let go of his hand, "I didn't know"

"That's alright," He scratched the back of his head, "What about your parents?"

"Just my mum. My dad... he's gone."

"We're not so different then," Harry smiled politely.

"I guess not"

They sat against the fence, one next to the other.

"Dudley is your cousin then? Not your brother?"

"We're not that similar are we?" He made a funny disgusted face.

"Not at all," Mel grinned.

"Why are you always inside your house?"

"My mum says it's safer, and I don't have tons of friends, my classmates think I'm weird cause I always have odd accidents"

"Me too!" Harry's eyes widened, "It happens whenever I'm upset about something"

"It's the same with me!"

The children stared at each other in amazement. They knew there was something between them, far beyond the mutual understanding.

Suddenly, a voice pulled them out of their thoughts.

"Boy, have you finished with those bushes?!" Screamed Harry's uncle.

"Mel, time for lunch!" Announced her mom from the kitchen.

Both of them stood up quickly and said in unison:

"I have to go!"

The girl started to walk away, to circle the fence. Harry waited until she was on the other side. Mel peeked through one of the cracks between the wood so she could see him one last time.

"See you Harry, I hope we can be friends"

"See you," He smiled, "I do too"

"BOY!" Harry jumped, rushing over to the back door of his house.

Mel went into the kitchen, excited to tell her mother all about Harry.

"Careful, it's hot," Her mother put a plate of soup in front of her, sitting beside her.

"I met our neighbor today," Mel said cheerfully, "his name is Harry"

"Oh," Her mom raised her eyebrows, "did you? How?"

"Uh, I talked to him through the fence," She lied, "He's nice and we decided to be friends now!"

"Oh," Repeated her mom, wasn't she happy for her? "that's nice, love..."

She got up from and walked over to the sink, feeling her heart beating harshly against her chest.

So Mel had finally met Harry, she was hoping it would happen soon, considering how much time did the kids spend in their houses, but now that it was happening, she felt scared. Why? Maybe cause time was running out, and she still wasn't ready to tell the truth.

Yet, a distant memory made its way back, the day she'd met her best friends:

Emily walked nervously through the hall, looking for an empty compartment where to sit. Suddenly, laughter erupted from one of them: four boys where inside, but only one of them caught her eye.

Matt Dumbledore, she knew that he was about to start Hogwarts just like her, (she heard her father talking about it the night before) and knew that wherever this kid decided to be, she'd be there as well, the mischief was certified.

"I know you!" Was the first thing the little girl said once she opened the door to the compartment, "You're Albus Dumbledore's son!"

The boys looked at her in surprise, staying deadly silent.

"Ah," The boy blushed lightly, "he's not my father, he's my uncle... uh, nice to meet you?"

The girl giggle, a bit embarrassed as well but too excited to actually worry about it.

"Sorry, it's just that I knew you'd be here and I was excited to meet you, your family is a legend!" She looked around to the rest of the boys, "Oh, right. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Emily Sultens, and you are..?"

One of the kids raised his hand, amused by the outburst of the girl. He had messy, black hair and a funny smile.

"I'm James Potter, nice to meet you," The boy shook her hand and then moved the trunk from the seat in front of him so she could join them.

"I'm Remus," Said the boy next to the window, he had dark circles under his eyes and small, thin scars covering his face.

"Sirius," The last boy sitting in front of her talked. He had pretty eyes and the darkest hair she'd ever seen.

"And I'm Matt," He leaned in to shake her hand, "but I guess you knew that already..."

"Yes," She replied smiling, "the newspapers mention you all the time"

She eyed him up carefully, he had clear blue eyes and light brown hair. She liked his smile a lot.

"Of course you know him!" James exclaimed, "he's the son of the coolest wizard that's ever existed! Aberforth Dumbledore: the guy that turns people into goats..."

"Actually," Remus spoke up, "that title belongs to Merlin. Uhm, the one about the greatest wizard, not the goats"

"Yes!" Sirius threw a fist in the air, "you'll be the smart one of our group"

The boy hugged Remus so fast he accidentally dropped the books he had on his lap. Matt picked them up and put them on top of a trunk.

"Thanks," Remus grunted, pushing Sirius away.

"No problem," He smiled.

Emily and the boys kept talking for a while, after a few minutes a little girl with bright, red hair and a quiet boy with funny clothes joined them. James had an argument with the small kid, and the redhaired girl joined the fight.

"Let's go, Severus" Said the girl, standing up and walking away in outrage.

"Oh sorry, we didn't mean to hurt your ego, I'm sure you're used to be treated like royalty" Emily huffed.

The boys laughed, but the girl glared at her, clearly upset.

"Look who says it, Miss pretentious," She turned around and grabbed Severus by the arm, pulling him away from their compartment.

"See you, Snivellus!" Replied Sirius between laughs.

'Four years' She thought, 'only four years left.'

"Mum, are you okay?" The little girl asked, worried about her mother's strange behavior.

"Yes," She took a deep breath before turning around, smiling like nothing had happened, "I'm just a bit sleepy, that's all. Eat now, before it gets cold"

Mel nodded and complied, eating in silence.

Emily knew it was only a matter of time before she found out. And Harry... well, as closer the better.

Next Chapter —>

#hp fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #twoidiots writing #harry potter xoc #Harry Potter #harry potter x y/n #WITT fic

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻 repost, don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

FULL NAME …. ASSIRE VAR ANAHID NICKNAME …. none, she prides herself in being called by her full name tbh ALIAS(S) …. goes by Eviva of Loc Muinne in the timeline/verse where she is believed to have been murdered and actively trying to hide her identity - using her youngest sister’s name as a means of paying her respects plus referring to the place of her ‘death’ as her birthplace GENDER …. cis woman SIZE …. 5′7″ AGE …. 83 years old in 1267 ZODIAC …. cancer SPOKEN LANGUAGES …. nilfgaardian (native speaker), common (accented), elder speech, ofieri (very specific vocabulary pertaining to scientific/arcane texts, conversational level basic at best but reading comprehension reasonable).

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

HAIR COLOR …. dirty blonde/light brown EYE COLOR …. grey SKIN TONE …. very pale, sallow complexion BODY TYPE …. narrow shoulders and hips, small-boned, very slim VOICE …. ‘unexpectedly pleasant and melodious’ as per her canon DOMINANT HAND …. right POSTURE …. tense, guarded, apprehensive although eventually develops elegance and an almost regal poise SCARS …. multiple stab wounds over her left abdomen and chest (post Loc Muinne), multiple small scars and burns over her hands and lower arms (alchemy/magic related) TATTOOS …. none in canon (she does in modern but i need to think about these more) BIRTHMARKS …. no distinguishing ones MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S) …. the fact that she is in fact not noticeable at all. definitely voted most likely to be overlooked and she is very pleased about this fact tbh

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝.

PLACE OF BIRTH …. vicovaro, province of nilfgaard HOMETOWN …. grew up in vicovaro, moved to the imperial city, capital of nilfgaard once she took up service at the academy SIBLINGS …. three sisters, jovanna, cecilia, and eviva. assire is the third youngest. PARENTS …. both deceased, haven’t decided on names yet

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

OCCUPATION …. mage CURRENT RESIDENCE(S) …. verse/ timeline dependent. either remains at her residence in the imperial city or ends up in the northern kingdoms with no fixed abode, although i think i’d like to see her find a safe place to settle down eventually. CLOSE FRIENDS …. HER CAT MERLIN, fringilla vigo (canonically), friendly with triss merigold and sheala de tancarville (also canonically even though she trolls sheala during meetings they are described at getting on well), yennefer of vengerberg (shared verse with @lastwished ) cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach (great-nephew canonically - very close familiar bond in her shared verse with @cealach), has a tentative working relationship with tissaia de vries (shared verse with @rectoress) RELATIONSHIP STATUS …. cat lady single (canonically), in a committed long-term relationship with Jonathan Reid (shared verse with @throatkissed) FINANCIAL STATUS …. extremely limited by imperial decree based on the status of mages in nilfgaard - necessities and a small allowance are provided by the employer in her case the state, not permitted to accumulate funds beyond a set amount, makes ends meet by providing scholarly and magical services once in the north. comes from an upper middle class family DRIVER’S LICENSE …. n/a in canon, does not drive in modern CRIMINAL RECORD …. HAHAHA grand treason and conspiracy against the empire of nilfgaard VICES …. covets/envies the good fortunes and privileges of others, sly & manipulative at times, fear-driven, withdrawn, a low key hoarder, also is a messy house a vice if so then that

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION …. grey ace, panromantic, she is VALID ok PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE …. she will adapt tbh but she prefers a dominant role, she has fought so hard for autonomy she isn’t giving that up for no one and nothing PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE …. dominant i’m not joking. LIBIDO …. sex is not something she’s wired to be overly interested in but if she does go there for the sake of either sheer curiosity and/or a significant emotional connection she’s gonna be in control because anything else is just too overwhelming. once again she is SO VALID TURN ONS …. intelligence, courage, integrity, honesty, respect TURN OFFS …. being objectified or devalued in any way, dishonesty, cruelty LOVE LANGUAGE …. acts of service and just being present! expressing herself verbally can be difficult but she will listen with a real intensity and be completely present in a quiet, understated way. physical touch is major as it’s something she is very uncomfortable with generally so her initiating touch is a Big Deal (tm) and pretty much reserved for those closest to her eg partners and family members. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES …. fiercely loyal and highly protective

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬.

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG …. imma do 3: ‘Crucify’ and ‘Almost Rosey’ by Tori Amos, ‘Apres Moi’ by Regina Spektor HOBBIES TO PASS TIME …. tinkering, collecting (read: low key hoarding obscure things), reading, looking after her plants (with mixed results as she overwaters them) MENTAL ILLNESSES …. PTSD, Generalised Anxiety Disorder LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED …. left PHOBIAS …. not a phobia as such but she has severe, repetitive intrusive thoughts about being publicly executed SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL …. quite high believe it or not!!!! she does make herself small and she does struggle with being around people but this is honestly more a survival mechanism than low self esteem. she knows her worth tbh, she knows she’s a highly accomplished mage, she knows that she’s fiendishly intelligent but she also knows it’s in her best interest to make sure others don’t realise just how powerful/capable she is. high anxiety/fear =/= low self esteem tbh (this is very canon-centric, modern is a lot more complicated)

TAGGED BY : stolen from @skadhis TAGGING : steal it fam this is a fun meme

#assire #headcanon #also i hope those of youse who i've tagged don't mind the tag #always makes me anxious tagging ppl in stuff like this even ppl i talk with ooc #but i feel that the dynamics i've listed are of such integral importance to assire and how i write her #i couldn't not tag

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bugheadfamily · 6 years

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🎶Boys and girls of every age

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These some fics of Halloween.🎶

Hey Buggies, the song & dance is over (literally), but the fics are still here! Below you’ll find a list of both supernatural/spooky seasonal type fics & Halloween specific ones (marked with a 🎃). After the trick-or-treating is over (but before the candy hangover sets in) get your Halloween fic fix here below the cut!

🎃 10.31.17 by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency | T

On that night, when the veil is at its thinnest, he finds his way home.

body talks by @justcourbeau | NR

Instead of late morning light being his wake up call, Jughead was woken by the horrendous chirp of an alarm clock going off, and, really, that should have been the first sign that something was wrong.

Cooper's Monsters by @cooperandjonesinc | M

In the darkened halls of an abandoned mental hospital Dr. Hal Cooper has been making monsters.Betty, oblivious to her father’s machinations, comes across a horrifying creature. Together can they stop the doctor and free the others?

Curl of Ash by @darknessaroundus | T

Jughead attempts to save a strangers life in Queens one night. Nothing is what it appears to be.

Darkside by @exmachina187, @itsmarscosta | E

Jughead has had centuries to reflect on his life, but none of it had meaning until she came along.

🎃 Dirty Devil by @thesecretfandom | E

Betty and Jughead are celebrating Halloween, but their costumes seem to be interfering with their fun.

Dust & Desire by @darknessaroundus | T

They have a rhythm to their days, the result of having very little company but each other for years now. When Betty wakes from the nap, they eat mac and cheese before they go hunting. A Vampire Slayer AU.

erase & rewind by @sopaloma | M

When a powerful storm hits Riverdale, five students are hit by lightning as they leave school. The result of that storm will change their lives forever, in ways they never could have imagined. A Misfits AU.

🎃 go home people (the party's not over) by Anonymous | T

“It was your dad’s idea,” Betty chirped. “He told my mom that if people were going to stare at us she may as well make it worth her while.” Jughead bit back a sigh. “And she said ‘like what, throw a party’? And he said ‘sure, Alice, the perfect holiday is coming up’.”

🎃 Hollowed Hearts by @kmlefev | T

Betty and Jughead have a pumpkin carving contest.

🎃 Howling by @lovedinapastlife | T

Jughead's working a shift at the Blossom haunted house when he spots a familiar blonde ponytail and decides to try and give her a scare. He ends up smashed in the face, real blood added to his costume. Horrified, Betty tries to make it up to him. She's nervous to finish the house by herself, so Jughead offers to let her work on a few scenes and scares with him until Archie comes back from his break. There's nothing quite like method acting with a childhood crush and best friend when hearts are pounding and limbs are entangled in a ravenous display. Something's building inside of them, a low, penetrating howl.

🎃 I Don't Have a Lot of Friends by @typing123 | M

Joker Jughead and Harley Betty meet at a Halloween Party. It's definitely a treat.

Interview with the Coopers by @typing123 | E

What a perfect little family they make

🎃 It's A Great Pumpkin, Jughead Jones by @alisoncollis | NR

Jughead and Betty go to a pumpkin patch.

i will hang on the hook of your splendour by @jughead-jones/@stark | G

“We have to go up to Woodland House tomorrow,” Betty said, hopping out of the back of the van the night before, dressed in something that she called summer sleepwear and Jughead deemed to be sweet torture. “There has to be a clue there about these abductions.”Mystery Inc AU

🎃 Let the Right One In by @yavannie | T

When Jellybean talks Jughead into going to a Halloween-themed birthday party in Greendale, she does such a good job on his make-up that not even his best friend can tell it's him.

🎃 love is kinda crazy (with a spooky little girl like you) by @whaticameherefor | G

Jughead always thought that falling in love would feel like a punch to the gut. It didn’t, of course. It was more like a punch to the face. Right in the nose, to be exact.

🎃 Magic in the Air by @it-happened-one-starry-night | M

A tale from Riverdale. Betty and Jughead learn something interesting about the earlier inhabitants of their tiny town. Later, they attend a Halloween party together at the Blossom Mansion.

🎃 Movie Night on Elm Street by @bettsc | NR

Jughead Jones finds himself at the Cooper household on Halloween night, and it's not just the scary movies that are giving him goosebumps.

🎃 No Guts No Glory by @thesecretfandom | E

Jughead may have taken their pumpkin carving competition a bit too far, and now it's Betty's job to get the both of them cleaned up.

🎃 Nobody Knows You Now by @bettsc | M

They moved like this for what seemed like hours; neither one relenting to the other; both losing themselves in the intertwining of two souls.

🎃 october 2017 by @elizabethbettscooper | G

“Jug, you’re home!” she glanced up, grinning at him. He nudged off his shoes and started towards her.

“So it seems.” he said, smirking and dropped onto the floor beside her. “What’s up, Betts?”

“Do you have plans tomorrow? I want to go to the pumpkin patch.”

“The… pumpkin patch.” Jughead raised an eyebrow and put his arm across the sofa seat, leaning in to look at Betty’s planner.

🎃 Over the Wall by @typing123 | T

The Over the Garden Wall AU nobody asked for.

Palm Readings and You [AO3] by @soylent-greene | G

Fall AU - In a world where Jason never died and Riverdale never fell into chaos, Jughead and Betty come across a palm-reading who will change their perspectives on life and bring them closer than they ever were before, or ever wanted to be.

🎃 Pumpkin Spice (and all things nice) by @itsindiansummer13 | G

Jughead, Betty, and Halloween through the years.

Seek Forbidden Things by @maeve-of-winter | T

Kevin Keller has gone missing from Riverdale, and it's up to Betty and the rest of the gang to bring him back.

🎃 Self control by @bettyscooperr | NR

Jughead just really hates Halloween

Spirits, Are You There? by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency | T

An abandoned asylum, plus a ouija board, plus Cheryl Blossom? The perfect potion.

strange days by @sopaloma

His sister is missing, his dad is talking to Christmas lights and Betty Cooper needs his help. November 1983 is a strange time for Jughead Jones. A Stranger Things AU.

🎃 The Cooper House by @satelliteinasupernova | T

“Let’s go to a haunted house, Jughead,” Jellybean had said. “It’ll be fun,” she said.

Except, now he was turned around somewhere in a dark hallway; alone. With no source of light nearby, he could barely make out his surroundings. Tentatively, he reached out to use the wall to guide him, taking one step at a time. The surface of the wall was uneven and with each step he felt another notch as his hand moved across one panel of wood to the next. The floor creaked softly under his feet. Here in the dark, it was unnervingly quiet. The only other sound he could hear was of the wind passing through the trees outside the house.

“Hey, JB?” he called out. “Where the hell did you go?”

🎃 The First Halloween Since by @typing123 | G

Single Mom Betty doesn't think she can face Halloween this year. She just wants a quiet night in with her daughter. Jughead's not so sure.

🎃 The Mouse by @typing123 | G

A hungry Jughead is lured into the woods on Halloween by a hungry vampire.

🎃 The One That I Want by @dreamersshouldknowbetter | T

Betty and Jughead meet at a Halloween party where they accidentally form two halves of a couples costume

the strange death of Elizabeth Cooper by @wolfofansbach | T

Betty Cooper, after a long struggle with illness, has passed away. Except--she hasn't, because against all rhyme and reason, she awakens on the coroner's slab, hale and healthy. The illness is gone, and she couldn't be in better condition, to the weeping relief of her friends and family, not least of all her longtime boyfriend, Jughead Jones. No real explanation is forthcoming, but what does it really matter, when Betty is alive? And he can discount the occasional oddity in her behavior. She's been through a lot, after all. Except, as the days go by and the strange happenings pile on, Jughead begins to suspect that whatever it is that crawled out of the grave that day isn't really Betty Cooper.

🎃 the unexpected perks of being a pumpkin by @thetaoofbetty | M

Jughead Jones has a damn good Halloween.

🎃 Things that Go Bump in the Night by @createandconstruct | T

Are sometimes things that also squeal...

Time Honoured Tradition by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency | T

When Cheryl dares Betty to spend some time in the abandoned house across the street she gets a little more than she bargained for.

What Happened on Elm Street by @tory-b | M

When Jughead Jones moves to Riverdale with his family, he uncovers a few mysteries this simple small town has been trying to cover up--specifically the murder that occurred in his house during the late 1950s that was never properly solved. Unable to keep his curiosity away, he teams up with neighbor and fellow mystery lover Betty Cooper to uncover the truth.

🎃 what we pretend to be by @sylwrites | G

It's his little sister's first Halloween, but his parents don't have money for a costume or the time to take her trick-or-treating. The answer to both of these problems comes in the form of his best friend's neighbour.

🎃 What's Your Favourite Scary Movie? by @gellsbellshead | T

Betty Cooper doesn't do scary movies. However maybe she could be persuaded by some cuddling from her boyfriend Jughead. This is a continuation of the fic "Movie Night"

🎃 when things go bump and grind at night by @rainystripe | M

Betty dresses up and Jughead is her slave.

🎃 won't you tell me what you're thinking of? by @flwrpotts | G

Betty enlists Jughead, Reggie, and Archie to help her set up for the annual Riverdale middle school Halloween dance.

Still haven’t satisfied your itch for Halloween fics? Check out our fanfic tag on @buggiebreak! Our Halloween event, Vice and Virtues, is going on and you can find fics posted exclusively to Tumblr there!

#bughead #betty x jughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead fanfic #bughead fic rec #riverdale #betty cooper #jughead jones #halloween #fanfic #fic rec #masterlist #*admin

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kurtty-drabbles · 5 years

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Misfit au (the start)

N/A: I´d say redemption for characters is good if is earned, not every evil character should or can be the good guy, but, if DC can make Harley the good guy...why not the others?

@djinmer4 @sailorstar9 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

The weather is humid and is giving the impression of noir, as someone is running from prison, which, ironic, is the perfect feeling for this night to a certain group. The government of the US is sending their top agents to retrieve the fugitive, dead or alive, sadly for them, the fugitives are still missing.

"Miss Weller" the captain is talking with his boss "the Suicide Squad is still unknown" the captain speak uneasily as the general and the other men are searching in the dark for something that may be already out of the state, only God can know what those freaks can do.

"Captain Smith, retrieve your men right now, at this point, find them will be impossible, let´s clean our steps" is a silent order with many implications and the Captain understand what his real command is as the man shoot the scientists and their assists.

"The operation is cancelled" the Captain explained as many scientists are shoot "there´s no register of Suicide Squad"

Meanwhile, the fugitives are in the sewer, much to their dismay, the old cliche of comic books ended up saving their lives. Columbina, Blink, Ice Woman, Polaris, War Path and Croc Man are walking in the sewer and watching rats and crocodiles(an Urban Legend, but, this is New Gotham) alike without caring.

"So" Columbina speaks breaking the silence "we went to magical electroshock that should have killed us, but, manage to take the chip in our minds, without giving any sequela, and we´re here...in the sewer, full of dirty water" Columbina speaks as she has a hard time to believe in anything that just happened, well, in a sense, Columbina needs to believe in order to keep her sanity.

Polaris, being the one with any source of light, as the sewer was never designed to have light, even in New Gotham " No, what impressed me is the someone design this" she points the sewer " to be bigger enough to any person or meta-human to walk freely, but, they refuse to put lights"

"Sometimes, we got to wonder," Columbine said "how self-aware is New Gotham truly is"

Tori only sighs and complains about taxes. "Seriously, I do my taxes for that?!"

Blink intervene "we´re under the Suicide Squad, no one pays taxes, ironically, this has to be the only advantage the government ever give to us"

Warpath watches the two women complain about taxes and government, as Kitty is finding amazing how they went through electroshock and their hair doesn´t even look messy. And Dr Croc really wants a beer.

"What" the Apache man speaks gaining the attention of the others " we will do now? Return for our old lives? Do we have this option?"

Kitty said nothing, neither did Polaris, as the green haired woman only speaks one line "I´m looking at a door, in the fucking sewer, and I can only say, only in New Gotham"

The silence rules of the group and the future is uncertain, Warpath is musing about the experience and the uncertainty of everything makes too real, freedom was a vague dream, and now, she´s offering many, many possibilities.

Freedom is at their hands and they still smell like they just get out of a sewer, well, they really did. And now, Polaris and the others are planning on what to do, New Gotham is dark now, and the sounds of sirens can be heard, is for them or for someone else?

People wearing hoods show up, speaking in a dialect that is akin to Chinese, Kitty deduces as she used to study languages before...Suicide Squad and the hood figures show weapons and are ready to fight.

Collective all they speak one thing. "Only in New Gotham" and quickly they all begin to fight with the hood figures, who, of course, know all the martial arts and magic one can think of, in the end, Suicide Squad wins over the hood figures as Columbina used her hammer to finishes the last enemy.

No blood or guts was meet, instead, only sand is left on the floor. "So, sand people are real?" Columbina asked and before she could receive an answer they are transported to a mansion.

Tori only sighs as she points out they are still in New Gotham, of course, in the Magical part. "When you´re rich why stay in the non-magical part of New Gotham? I hate rich people" Tori aka Ice Woman complains and War Path wonders what´s real anymore.

"Ah, finally, the Suicide Squad arrives" a new voice jolts them and they take a step back as Ra Al Ghoul is drinking wine and looking at them as a good host, everyone knows who Ra Al Ghoul is. Never make an enemy of this man. "Oh, please, don´t be afraid, if I´d want you dead you would be dead already"

"Thanks, that really breaks the ice," Kitty said and Tori resents that line. "But, why are we here?"

"I´ll explain, but, first, Lorna Dane Lesher, I owe you the biggest apology I can give " this surprise everyone, including Lorna herself, as no one expected this. Deep down, they are all thinking if Columbina is right and maybe the dirty water and the electroshock are a bad combination.

"Judge by all your confusing faces, I better explain myself, Lorna, your father, Erik Lesher was a good friend of mine, Magneto, the master of Magnetism, and when you went to live with your family by your mother´s side, Magneto asked me to keep an eye on you, you see," Ra paused for a moment and continues "he had many enemies and he wanted you, his only daughter, to be saved and have a normal life, I did the best I could, but, I was a fool to not think the government wouldn´t use someone with your abilities and for that I apologise" Ra finishes his speech and Lorna has no idea what to say. Lorna looks at Kitty and asked her, with her green eyes pleading and only that, to do something.

"Look," Kitty said "we went through hell, maybe you had seen many versions of hell" Ra agree he did, Kitty is not surprised "but, offer sand people to kill and apologies will do shit to our situation, we had no life, and nothing to grab on reality...I can´t speak by the others, but, I want revenge or justice, whatever appropriate word is need here, against the monsters who used me as a weapon, I want to kill them, and I´d not think you want to help us"

"But, Miss Pryde...I´d want to help" Ra speaks offering a smile "You all want to murder, and I can sympathise with revenge, but, I can give more than a shiny weapon, well, no one here needs a weapon, I can give you a cover"

Lorna now speaks, still shocked(in more ways than another) about the revelation and is gazing at Ra Al Ghoul "how can you help us?"

"And what this will cost us?" Kitty adds as no one would give big favour for free, especially someone like Ra Al Ghoul.

"I can give you the perfect cover, now, for the price...I just want everyone´s discretion" he offers in a velvet tone and the others take a minute to consider the option.

"Well, when the devil makes an offer and we have no other option and we just defeat sand people, why not?" Kitty said shrugging comically. Lorna has still no concrete idea of what to think right now, her father passed away and still surprises her even in the grave.

3 years later, one of the popular shows is "You´re wrong" is the most popular Talk show in the history of TV, only losing to "sketch TV" a show that introduces the news how people like and the fans and haters often point out many of the greatest or worst moments of the program, often using each moment to prove journalism is dead or is doing alright.

Few realize that Sketch TV is not a channel of journalism, is a comedy show, lead by Kitty Pryde, Tori Drake and Lorna Dane, Clarice Fong, James Jonathan Proudstar and Eric “Croc” James

"Ryder, careful" Vera speaks drinking her cup of coffee "you can be overshadowed by this Sketch TV"

"Vera, they are a comedy show," Ryder said a bit amused, but, as he´s looking at some of the old sketches, Kitty giving details about how a person can steal a diamond, something clicked in his mind "but life is a comedy" and he is off to investigate and prepare his next news.

#Misfit au #eric is doc croc and he may be DC original here #kitty pryde #lorna dane #she´s the only daughter of magento #Ra Al Ghoul is Magneto´s bff #Tori Drake #Blink #Warpath #Villains working in a comedy show #life is a comedy #this idea was in my mind for a very long time #Kurt Ryder is a good detective

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bitchronan · 6 years

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Sun-Struck

Millicent/Ginny

Non-magical, college, texting AU

Warning for language & alcohol use

ao3

Tuesday, 11:04

Pansy to what was our group chat name again: Millie.. what was that?

Millicent: what was what?

Pansy: you just walked into a tree?

Millicent: I literally did not

Pansy: idk how else to say this .. yes you did

Blaise: hate to agree w/ pansy but I also bore witness

Millicent: ur all dirty fucking liars

Tracey: Ginny weasley just walked past

Tracey: don’t worry millie I don’t think she saw

Theo: wait what????

Theo: ginny weasley!!!?????

Millicent has left the group

Pansy to dynamo titties: don’t think ur getting off this lightly

Millicent: why couldn’t I have better mates

Daphne: fuck right off we’re amazing

Astoria: heard you’ve got wet knickers for weasley female

Millicent: I’m blocking you all fr

Millicent @itsmilliebitches

for sale: shitty friend group, will poke their giant noses in ur business and leave their dirty socks on yr floor (DRACO), starting bid: $0.06 and a piece of gum

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Wednesday, 09:43

Pansy created the group weaslette recon

Pansy added Millicent to the group

Pansy added Draco to the group

Pansy added Daphne to the group

Pansy added Blaise to the group

Pansy added Astoria to the group

Draco to weaslette recon: oooo exclusive members only club

Pansy: this is serious shit

Pansy: no fucking around

Blaise: except for millie

Blaise: ba dum tss

Daphne: please never say that again

Pansy: you have all been chosen for your unique talents

Pansy: Millie obviously u have no talents ur just here bc ur the one w the mega crush

Pansy: Daph ur weird friends w potter we can use that

Millie: oh thanks

Daphne: weird friends …

Pansy: Draco ur just super nosy

Pansy: Tori u and Ronald are still ‘friends’ right?

Pansy: and blaise u just have weirdly good stalker talents

Blaise: right so why are you here?

Pansy: im the brains obviously

Astoria: obviously..

Wednesday, 12:17

Astoria to ronnie 🌸: what are you up to??

Ron to tori 🌟: just laundry you?

Astoria: you know

Astoria: I have laundry to do too

Ron: 😊

Blaise to draconis: you know I think the binoculars are a bit of a give away

Draco to blaze: it’s part of the look blaise

Draco: I’m committed to the aesthetic

Blaise: god ur gay

draco @dracodormiens

need new friends who can truly appreciate the effort I put into being the only one w/ taste or sense of style.. or a skincare routine

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Wednesday, 13:54

Draco to weaslette recon: this is what I have learnt thus far about weasley the smallest:

Draco: she literally does not own any shoes other than sneakers

Draco: which, quite frankly, is a crime

Draco: she’s a lot taller than you think she is

Draco: I would say around 5’7

Draco: bearing in mind millie that you are actually the shortest person alive

Draco: that could present issues

Draco: also she’s friends with loony lovegood which doesn’t speak highly of her taste

Astoria: okay I actually learnt something useful so I’ll go now

Draco: ‘useful’?? okay Sherlock do your worst

Astoria: Ron said she plays football Monday, Tuesday and Fridays and some weekends

Astoria: she’s on the varsity team

Astoria: she works at that coffee shop by the science building

Astoria: she loves animals and volunteers at a rescue shelter when she has the time

Astoria: he also said she’s the most annoying person alive, has no sense of personal space and always takes his shit

Astoria: seeing as he’s her brother I think this is a bit of a biased assessment

Pansy: Astoria thank you for your good work

Pansy: draco I’m doubting your usefulness to this mission

Draco: guess I’ll just die then

Wednesday: 16:02

Daphne to cilliment: ginnys at the library

Daphne: surrounded by admirers

Millicent to dangly: can u blame them

Daphne: god ur wet

Millicent: 🖕🏼

Millicent @itsmilliebitches

Some people are actually like the sun and everyone is just drawn to them ☀️

reply / retweet/ like

Wednesday, 19:16

Ron to grotty sibling #6: Astoria was asking a lot about you earlier

Ginny to roonil: I wouldn’t find your girlfriend asking about your family odd apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Blaise zabini were following me around w a pair of binoculars

Ginny: btw I bagsie letting mum down in favour of my social life this week

Ron: fuck no I already have plans

Ron: also, not my girlfriend

Ginny: not if I text her first you don’t

Ginny to birthgiver: mom I can’t come to dinner this weekend I have important plans

Ron to Mom: Can’t make dinner this weekend but Ginny will be there she has nothing on xx

Molly to Family: Any more of my ungrateful children want to stand me up this weekend?

Fred: now you mention it….

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Thursday, 11:07

Theo to what was our group chat name again: why have we not spoken for like three days

Theo: wtf is going on??

Blaise: definitely not bc we have a new secret gc w/out you

Theo: hahaha I would rip your throat out

Pansy: :/

Theo to bbbbbbbBLAISE: who is in this secret group chat

Theo: ANSWER ME

Blaise to the-no: if I told you it wouldn’t be secret

Theo: you’d better sleep with one eye open fucker

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Luna Lovegood to Millicent Bulstrode: there’s a party at phi delta alpha on Saturday

Luna Lovegood: I thought you might want to come since you clearly have a massive crush on Ginny

Luna Lovegood: She’ll be there, in case that wasn’t obvious

Luna Lovegood – Add Friend / Message

Millicent to main group chat with everyone not secret cooler group chat: what are we all doing on Saturday

Millicent: rhetorical question we’re going to a party at pda

Draco: still the best fraternity name ever

Thursday, 14:12

Daphne to ditties (dynamo titties): anyone (millie) wanna go get coffee specifically at that place by the science building for no particular reason

Tracey: I’m down

Daphne: don’t remember inviting you but okay I guess

Millicent: how do you know she’s working today

Daphne: Penelope Clearwater from my business class is a manager there

Daphne: she showed me the rota

Millicent: on what grounds??

Millicent: Hey penny can I see the staff rota for the coffee shop you manage for vague and unspecified reasons

Daphne: pretty much yeah

Daphne: slytherin

Tracey to ditties (dynamo titties): okay what’s everyone want?

Tracey: millie ur ordering for everyone

Tracey: millie??

Daphne: I think shes literally lovestruck

Daphne: I want an oat milk latte w vanilla syrup

Daphne: oh look there’s potter we should go sit w him and his pals

Daphne: the sister of my friend’s best mate is my crush and all that

Tracey: as the spice girls so wisely said

Tracey: if you wanna be my love you gotta get with my friends

Daphne: zigazig ah

Tracey: pray be upstanding for the mighty spice girls

Millicent: fuck off im actually about to crap myself

Daphne to potter: oi potter who are your pals?

Harry to daphne g: daphne, fancy seeing you here

Daphne: we have ulterior motives

Harry: should I be worried?

Daphne: ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies

Daphne to ditties (dynamo titties): millie whats that on your cup??

Millie: ??? what do u mean

Tracey: there’s something drawn on your cup

Tracey: it looks kind of like a sun

Daphne: why does she look like shes about to pass out?

Luna Lovegood invited you to the event shindig / Saturday, 21:00

Going / Maybe / Can’t go

Saturday, 19:38

Millicent to skkkkrrrr: okay I need help of the wardrobe variety big time

Pansy: omw

Millicent: id rather not look like a bdsm stripper but thanks for the offer

Pansy: don’t speak to me or my 47000 pairs of similar but slightly varied fishnets ever again

Daphne: just wear like

Daphne: clothes

Millicent: thank fuck for that idea

Millicent: fuck u all theo will help me

Pansy: if you want to look like a stressed librarian be my guest

Millicent to main group chat with everyone not secret cooler group chat: everyone but pansy and daphne I need help with my outfit

Draco: fishnets not on the menu then?

Pansy: I resent the implication

Theo: how about a nice sweater?

Pansy: im not saying anything

Astoria: theo it’s a party not a meeting of grammar lovers worldwide

Blaise: you’re all hopeless I must truly do everything myself

Millicent renamed the group blaise + fake friends

Blaise: I approve this message

Saturday, 22:17

Millicent to blaise + fake friends: hey

Millicent: crazy idea

Millicent: what if we /didn’t/ go

Draco: we’re here so a little late to chicken out

Millicent: who’s gonna fucking stop me

Tracey: literally all six of us

Blaise: right who wants a drink?

Pansy: I want 5 please

Pansy: oh tori there’s ur boyfriend

Astoria: are u sure u know what a boyfriend is pans

Pansy: bite me greengrass miniature

Astoria: 🙄

Draco: if you’ll all excuse me I’m going to go get blackout drunk

Theo: who said you don’t have hobbies

Daphne: come on millie I’ll hold your hand whilst you pine over weasley from afar

Saturday, 23:45

Harry to daphne g: I have ur friend

Daphne to potter: is this a hostage situation?? Bc I don’t really want her back

Harry: she just did three shots of tequila then downed an unidentified drink george gave her

Daphne: definitely don’t want her back then

Harry: I think she’s gonna hurl

Daphne: oh don’t worry millie doesn’t vomit she just ruins her life through questionable decisions

Harry: ever thought that perhaps that is worse?

Daphne: but infinitely more entertaining

Harry: daph

Daphne: fine im coming

Daphne: where are you?

Harry: kitchen

Daphne to potter: where are you???

Harry to daphne g: she got away, im in pursuit

Daphne: what do you mean got away??

Harry: gave me the slip, did a runner, kicked me in the shin and took off running

Daphne: I hope it bruises

Daphne: youre a terrible babysitter

Daphne to weaslette recon: anyone seen millie?

Astoria: yea she’s with me

Daphne: is she plastered?

Astoria: she seems fine??

Astoria: we’re playing foosball w ron and ginny

Astoria: hmmm

Daphne: what??!!

Astoria: she just took her shirt off

Daphne: must’ve been slow acting

Sunday, 00:03

Draco to blaise + fake friends: are my eyes decieveing me or is millie making out w girl weasley w no top on in the middle of the living room

Blaise: unless this is a shared hallucination in which case I will be gracefully committing suicide tomorrow then yes

Tracey: dw im filming the whole thing

Daphne: maybe we should stop them before they fully have sex in front of everyone

Astoria: or millie suggests body shots

Millicent: BODDY SHPTS!!!

Astoria: oh shit

Sunday, 08:39

Daphne to millie before you ask yes you did take your top off and suck vodka out of weaslettes navel last night: not to be dramatic but I think an angry dragon has taken up residence in my head

Draco: if any of you are truly my friends you will bring me 7 mcdonalds hash browns and 5 advil

Draco: and a coffee

Pansy: already omw to mcdonalds

Pansy: anyone else want anything?

Blaise: you could see if they’ve got millie’s dignity laying around

Pansy: doubtful

Pansy: recon in draco’s room in 15

Pansy: those of you who are alive

Daphne to cilliment: [Attachment: 1 image]

Daphne: a hashbrown or 9 to wash away the shame

Millicent to dangly: I’m literally dropping out and going home

Daphne: you kicked harry in the shin

Millicent: he probably deserved it

Sunday, 08:55

Ron to tori 🌟: so my sister and ur mate have got further than we have

Astoria to ronnie🌸: I can’t think what you mean

Ron: what are you doing today?

Astoria: trying not to die

Astoria: trying to stop Millie from killing herself

Astoria: the usual

Ron: I don’t think you need to worry about that

Ron: [Attachment: 1 image]

Astoria: omfg!!!!!!!!

Astoria renamed the group ginny weasley loooooooves millie

Astoria to ginny weasley loooooooves millie: [Attachment: 1 image]

Astoria: @Millie

Blaise: omg

Draco: maybe weaslette has taste after all

Tracey: :’) it’s a proud day for all of us

Pansy: if you’d worn fishnets she’d have called you mind-blowingly fuckable instead of just hot

Pansy: just stating the facts

Ginny Weasley – Add Friend / Message

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Ginny Weasley to Millicent Bulstrode: so.. I know more of your bellybutton than I do of you

Ginny Weasley: but what I do know I like

Sunday, 09:27

Astoria to ronnie 🌸: so where are we going tomorrow?

Ron to tori 🌟: tomorrow?

Astoria: on our first date

Wednesday, 13:48

Ginny to birthgiver: about Saturday

Molly to Ginny: You’re not getting out of it this week. I haven’t seen you in almost 3 weeks now.

Ginny: actually I was going to ask if I could bring my girlfriend

#hp #hpfic #millicent bulstrode #ginny weasley #millicent x ginny #ginny x millicent #*fic #mine

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padawanlost · 6 years

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The links to your ‘legendary’ anakin playlist never work on mobile. Is it on Spotify or somewhere else?

Hey, youcan open on mobile because it’s a side page (https://padawanlost.tumblr.com/anakinskywalkerplaylist).You won’t find anywhere else, I was playing on creating a playlist on youtubefor easier access but I didn’t have the time yet :( But, if it help, copied thelist here so it should work on mobile now.

12 Stones - World So Cold

30 Seconds to Mars - Dangerous Night

30 Seconds To Mars - Hurricane 2.0

4th Point - Sick of It All

Adele - Hello

Adele - River Lea

Adele - Rolling In The Deep

Adele - Set Fire to the Rain

Adele - Skyfall

Adele - Someone Like You

Adele - When we were young

Aida - Written in the Stars

Alanis Morissette - Uninvited

Amaral - Sin ti no soy nada

Anya Marina - All the same to me

Anya Marina - Move You

Archive - The False Foundation

Arkells - Knocking At The Door

Avicii - Hey Brother

Avril Lavigne - I’m With You

Backstage Cast - Shot Me Down

Banners - Start a Riot

Bastille - Sleepsong

Bastille - The Draw

Bastille - Things We Lost in the Fire

Beth Crowle - Red

Björk - Hunter

Black Sabbath - War Pigs

Blink 182 - I Miss You

Bon Jovi- Santa Fe

brandi carlile - the story

Breaking Benjamin - Close To Heaven

Breaking Benjamin - Dear Agony

Brian Tyler - Lokasenna

Broods - Conscious

Carrie Underwood - I Just Can’t Live A Lie

Celldweller - Frozen

Celine Dion - My heart will go on

Celtic Woman - Amazing Grace

Chevelle - Red

Chihiro Onitsuka - This Silence is Mine

Christina Aguilera - Hurt

Clean Bandit - Rockabye

Clean Bandit - Stronger

Christina Aguilera - Say Something

Coldplay - Atlas

Coldplay - a rush of blood to the head

Coldplay - Clocks

Coldplay - Fix You

Coldplay - Magic

Coldplay - Paradise

Coldplay - The Scientist

Coldplay - Yellow

Damien Dawn - Silent Scream

Daniel Knox - What Have They Done to You Now

Dar William - A God Descended

Dar Williams - The Ocean

Daughter - Human

Dean Martin .Ain’t That A Kick In The Head

Death Cab For Cutie - Black Sun

Depeche Mode - Wrong

Devour The Day - Good Man

Dido - Thank You

Dizzee Rascal- Bonkers

Drea - Justified

Ed Sheeran - Perfect

Ed Sheeran - supermarket flowers

Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros - Home

Elvis Presley - I Can’t Help Falling Love

Elvis Presley - The Wonder of You

Emily Hearn - Volcano

Evanescence - Bring Me To Life

Evanescence - my immortal

Fall Out Boy - Bishops Knife Trick

Fall Out Boy - Centuries

Fall Out Boy - Champion

Fall Out Boy - Just One Yesterday

Fall Out Boy - Heaven’s Gate

Fall Out Boy - The Mighty Fall

Fink - Keep Falling

Five Finger Death Punch - Bad Company

Five Finger Death Punch - Battle Born

Five Finger Death Punch - Coming Down

Five Finger Death Punch - Remember Everything

Five Finger Death Punch - Wrong Side Of Heaven

Fleurie - Hurts Like Hell

Fleurie - Soldier

Flobots - Journey After (War Fatigues)

Florence and the Machine - Only if For A Night

Florence and the Machine - Rabbit Heart (Rise It UP)

Florence and the Machine - Seven Devils

Flyleaf - Fire, Fire

Foxes - Devil Side

Fun - Some nights

Gabrielle Aplin - Salvation

Gang Of Youths - Achilles Come Down

Generdyn Music - Let It Burn (feat RUTH)

Glen Hansard And Marketa Irglova - Falling Slowly

Grandson - Blood // Water

Grayscale - Forever Yours

Green Day - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia

Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends

Hamilton - Dear Theodosia

Halsey - Angel on Fire

Halsey - Colors

Halsey - Control

Halsey - Devil in me

Halsey - Gasoline

Halsey - Ghost

Halsey - Haunting

Halsey - Hold me down

Halsey - Young God

Heavy Young Heathens - Being Evil Has a Price

HIM - Beyond Redemption

HIM - For You

HIM - Join me in death

HIM - The Sacrament

house of heroes - out my way

Hozier - Arsonist’s Lullabye

Icon For Hire - Up In Flames

Ingrid Michaelson - The Way I Am

Imagine Dragons - Battle Cry

Imagine Dragons - Believer

Imagine Dragons - Demons

Imagine Dragons - I Bet My Life

Imagine Dragons - Thief

InnerWish - Needles In My Mind

Isabelle Boulay- Parle Moi

James Young - Infinity

Jaymes Young - I’ll Be Good

John Rzeznik - I’m Still Here

Johnny Cash - Hurt

jónsi - tornado

Joshua Radin - Let Our Sun Shine Down

Joshua Radin - They Bring Me to You

Juanes - Fotografia

K.Flay - Run For Your Life

Kamelot - Insomnia

Kansas - Carry On My Wayward Son

Kelly Clarkson - Dark Side

kendrick lamar - DNA

Kendrick Lamar - PRIDE

Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful

Lauren Aquilina - King

LemON - Napraw

Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah

Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit

Linkin Park - Burn It Down

Linkin Park - Castle of Glass

Linkin Park - Crawling

Linkin Park - Fallout

Linkin Park - Heavy

Linkin Park - In the end

Linkin Park - Iridescent

Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest

Linkin Park - New Divide

Linkin Park - Numb

Linkin Park - One More Light

Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong

Linkin Park - The Catalyst

Linkin Park - Until It’s Gone

Linkin Park - Valentine’s Day

Linkin Park - Waiting For The End

Linkin Park - What I’ve Done

Lord Huron - the Night we Met

Lorde - Liability

Lorde - Yellow Flicker Beat

Loreena McKennitt - Dante’s Prayer

LP - Muddy Waters

Macklemore ft. Kesha - Good Old Days

Major Lazer - Be together

Manchester Orchestra - Simple Math

Marilyn Manson - Fated, Faithful, Fatal

Marina and the Diamonds - Fear and Loathing

Maroon 5 - Payphone

Maroon 5 - She W

ill Be LovedMaroon 5 - Sugar

Metallica - Unforgiven

Michael Patrick Kelly - ID

Michael Schulte - You Let Me Walk Alone

MIIA - Dynasty

Mikky Ekko - Time

Milk & bones - Natalie

Mumford and Sons - Broken Crown

Muse - Madness

Muse - Resistance

New Order - As It Is When It Was

NF - Let You Down

NF - Paralyzed

Nickelback - How You Remind Me

Nickelback - PhotographNickelback - Savin’ Me

Nikka Costa - Push & Pull

Nina- we are the wild ones

nothing more - go to war

O.A.R. - Peace

Of monsters and men - Organs

Of monsters and men - sinking man

Oh Child - The Lion

One Ok Rock - Taking of

Paramore - Decode

Paramore - The Only Exception

Patrick Swayze - She’s Like the Wind

Peter Gabriel - Heroes

Peter Gabriel - My Body Is A Cage

Phillip Phillips - Gone, Gone, Gone

Phillip Phillips - Midnight Sun

Pink Floyd - Learning to fly

Placebo - Running up that hill

Portishead - Wandering Star

Radical Face - The Gilded Hand

Radiohead - creep

Rag'n'Bone Man - Human

REM - Losing my religion

Red - Fight Inside

Red - Shadows

ride - paralysed

ride - ox4

Rihanna ft SZA- Consideration

Rise Against - Hero Of War

Roberta Flack - The First Time Ever I Saw your Face

Rod Stewart - Blondes Have More Fun

Rod Stewart - I don’t wanna talk about it

Ruelle - Bad Dream

Ruelle - Deep End

Ruelle - I Get To Love You

Ruelle - Monsters

Ruelle - Storm

Ruelle - The Other Side

Ruelle - Walk Through the Fire

Ruelle - War of Hearts

Sam Smith - lay me down

Sam Smith - Writing’s On The Wall

Santana - Into The Night

Seal - Kiss From A RoseSerg

e Lama - Je suis malade

Shinedown - Call Me

Sia - Alive

Simple Plan - astronaut

Simple Plan - Untitled

simple plan - welcome to my life

Skillet - Monster

Sleeping at Last - Already gone

Sleeping at Last - Neptune

Slipknot - Snuff

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

Sofi Tukker - Best Friend

Starset - My Demons

Sum41 - Pieces

Svrcina - Burning Heart

Svrcina - Lover Fighter

SYML - The War

SYML - Where’s My Love

SZA - All the stars

Tame Impala - I’m a man

Tamer - Beautiful Crime

Taylor Swift - All too Well

Taylor Swift - I know places

Taylor Swift - King Of My Heart

Taylor Swift - Red

Taylor Swift - This Love

The All-American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret

The All-American Rejects - Move Along

The Beach Boys - God Only Knows

The Civil Wars - Devil’s Backbone

The Commodores - Easy

The Cure - treasure

The Dear Hunter - writing on the wall

The Editors - Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors

The Fray - How To Save A Life

The Fray - Over My Head

The Heights - Talk to an Angel

The Jonas Brothers - Burnin’ Up

The Jonas Brothers - Hold On

The Jonas Brothers - Paranoid

The Killers - The Rising Tide

The Kongos - (War) Come With Me Now

The Lumineers.- Ho hey

The Mountain Goats - Cry for Judas

The Neighbourhood - Afraid The Neigh

bourhood - Sweater Weather

The Neighbourhood - Wire

The Oh Hellos - The Truth is a Cave’

The Wanted - Demons

The Weeknd - Die For You

The Weeknd - Pray For Me

The Who - Behind Blue Eyes

ThouShaltNot - Trial By Fire

Three Days Grace - Tell Me Why

Throw Me Off The Bridge - From The Top

Throw Me Off The Bridge - Way Out

Tom McRea - You cut her hair

Tori Amos - Crucify

Tracy Chapman - Fast Car

Train - Drops of Jupiter

Twinbed - trouble im in

Welshly Arms - Legendary

Wicked - Defying Gravity

Winters Island - Ares

Within Temptation - A demon’s fate

Within Temptation - Destroyed

Within Temptation - Hand of Sorrow

woodkid - iron

woodkid - run boy run

Yellowcard - Only One

Zendaya & Zac Efron - Rewrite the stars

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Sans and Toriel, no 1 from the first list? And if it's not too much, Blaster Sans and Toriel, no 3 from the second/angst list? ^^;

Not too much at all! Hope you enjoy these.

“how much did you drink?”

Sans had just finished reading to his brother for the night when he got the text. It was an odd one, to say the least. One that had him staring at his phone for a while. It was from Tori, but it wasn’t really words she sent him. More like a mix of letters that, if one squinted and tilted their head slightly, they might be able to make “I need you” out of it. That or “Icky needle yogurt” but that made no sense at all.

When he sent a text back and got an even more confusing mess in return, he decided to just pay her a visit. He just took a shortcut to her most used room, the kitchen. Looking around, it was easy to see she wasn’t there, though, and the dirty dish by the sink hinted that something really was off. As he called out and looked for her, he found her sitting on the sofa. An empty bottle of wine by her feet and her cellphone in her paws.

Ah, that explains things… Though this was very out of character for her. Frisk was off with Asgore and Undyne camping so if she chose a time to get drunk, now would be it. But, still, usually the most she drinks is to the point of tipsy if that. Generally, she settles on one glass, which, for a monster her size, really isn’t much.

“hey, tori, got your message…,” he walked closer and she smiled at him. “how much did you drink?”

“Sssans! Jusss n'time. I’s gooonna send Leeeesa a message,” Toriel smile hinted the text she had typed out was not meant to be a friendly one by any means. “SHHHE thinks she caaan kick ME out of myyy own school, WELL, I’ll shhhow her!”

“oh. uh, may i see before you send it?” Sans asked, holding his hand out for the phone. Tori gave it to him and he saw an equally incoherent message, save for the curse words which she seemed to get completely correct even as inebriated as she was right now with her larger than most others’ paws. He was actually impressed at this feat of drunken skill.

“huh, you know what… i’m going to hang on to this,” Toriel started to interrupt him, reaching for the phone but he moved back. “and we will wait for morning. it’s not like she will see it now, and you might want to say more when you wake up.”

“Fiiiine,” Tori huffed and picked up the wine bottle, looking for more.

“until then…,” Sans said while quickly deleting that text before it could be sent, “why don’t i get you some water and then we should go sleep for a bit. i don’t know about you, but i’m tired.”

“Aaaalllllright,” Tori sighed in agreement.

He got her a glass of water then ushered her off to bed before flopping down and the sofa once he knew she was in her room. The next morning he woke up to find Tori sitting nearby, holding her head from the hangover he figured she had. As he started to sit up, he had been covered with a throw. Even though he doesn’t get cold and being covered shouldn’t matter, he couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling.

“morning, tori,” he said quietly and she patted his leg.

“Mmm…” Was the best she could do at first. It took a moment before she finally tried to speak again, “Thank you, Sans,… sorry about calling or whatever I did last night.”

“don’t mention it,” he replied while fishing her cell from his pocket to give it back to her. She gave him as best of a smile as she could and he leaned against her. Putting an arm around him, she hummed in the contentment of having him there. They sat in silence and… enjoying being near each other.

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

Toriel held her sleeping skeleton, resting her chin on his misshapen skull. This last change did not go over so well for him. He was hurt and scared as he wasn’t even expecting to change forms at this time. It also didn’t help that there was a storm outside kept him from fleeing into the woods. The loud thunder and pouring rain only made matters worse for him.

He never did well with any change, but with the added stress, on top of everything else he normally goes through… words were said she never thought she’d hear from him. They cut deep, and even now, she could still hear them as if he was still saying them.

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

She used the back of her paw to wipe away tears as she tried to get a hold of herself. They were words spoken is stress and she shouldn’t be dwelling on them. Besides, she cared about him, but she couldn’t let him change alone. Yes, he might hurt her, but that was a risk she was willing to take for his sake. He would willingly put himself in harm’s way for her, she knew it deep down that he would. She just wished he wouldn’t worry so much when she wants to do the same.

Stroking a paw down his back, she felt the vibration of his magic as he began to purr to her. Soon, he will wake, and it will be apologies and her telling him that it was alright and that she is fine. But… she wasn’t.

Maybe this time she will let him know that his words when he was in pain sometimes hurt her. That she loves him, no matter what, and only wants to help him. That she really does care about him, and will not forsake him for her own wellbeing. Pain, fear, and stress can cause words one never means to exit them, and those words were all born of those feelings. Still, she hoped for him to understand how she felt about him.

For him to understand she cared, that she…

Sans stirred in her arms and she held him close as his sockets warily opened. “tori?” he asked, his voice hoarse and worn.

“I’m here, my dear friend…,” She should call him ‘my love’ or 'my sweet’ to make sure he understood her feelings. But then, he might not really feel the same back. If he felt she was getting too close, he would pull away for sure… she didn’t want him to face this all alone.

“i’m sorry tori, i… i didn’t hurt you, did i?”

She paused at that question, feeling still the emotional pain his words clawed into her. Closing her eyes, she held him close as he turned her head to rest her cheek on his skull, “No, sweet friend… I’m fine.”

#undertale #Gaster Blaster AU #sans #toriel #soriel #gaster blaster sans #myfic

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