#and i think. either she truly just didn’t know enough about magic to know how it worked

[hollowed-theory-hall]

What is your take on Riddle's possession of Ginny? I read a fic where she was held accountable for not immediately reporting the diary after she blacked out and started to suspect that something nefarious was going on. Stating that she 'wilfully' time and again put saving her own skin over the lives of her fellow students and teachers.

Thoughts??

Like, Tom definitely did possess her. Do I think Ginny took the best course of action in the situation? No. But I don't put as much fault on her for this as some things she does later in the books.

In CoS, Ginny is 11 years old, lonely & friendless, Tom is her only friend, she shares her secrets with him and then he turns and uses her secrets to blackmail her. Both what he forced her to do and what she told him.

Imagine how angry I was when the next time my diary was opened, it was Ginny who was writing to me, not you. She saw you with the diary, you see, and panicked. What if you found out how to work it, and I repeated all her secrets to you? What if, even worse, I told you who’d been strangling roosters?

(CoS, )

To an 11-year-old Ginny, this threat is terrifying. Terrifying enough to not tell anyone because she's scared of the consequences.

And she did try to get rid of the diary by flushing it down the toilet. So she tried to remove the source of the problem without notifying anyone. It just ended up not working out.

Ginny in CoS is mostly motivated by loneliness at first, and then fear. This threat Tom mentions in the above quote, I'm sure is one he made to Ginny. He probably explained exactly why she shouldn't tell anyone or throw the diary away. He probably told her she'd be expelled from Hogwarts if anyone found out.

While I'm not a Ginny fan, I don't judge 11-year-old Ginny too harshly. This is a terrible situation to be in. Because she feels like she doesn't have anyone to confide in besides the diary that causes all her problems. She is in a new school, her first time away from home, and new people all around, it can be terrifying, and I think it was for her.

And then you add Tom into the mix who's clever and knows how to manipulate a scared 11-year-old girl. Ginny didn't have much of a chance there. It's not like Harry told any adult about the strange talking diary (that being said Harry just doesn't trust adults).

Molly and Arthur Weasley aren't the perfect examples of supportive parents either, I don't think Ginny would've risked her parents' ire over her own problems. She probably thought (hoped) she could figure it out herself and not have to bother them. Because bothering them would've come with a punishment. I talked about how Arthur and Molly Weasley aren't great parents, and Ginny was probably scared of their punishment and her mother screaming at her like she does at Fred and George more than she feared what would happen to the other students.

“Ginny!” said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. “Haven’t I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain. Why didn’t you show the diary to me, or your mother? A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark Magic —”

(CoS, 304)

Like, Arthur says this, but he and Molly don't behave in a way that encourages their kids to confide in them. So, Ginny has a reason for her fears, it's not that they're unfounded.

And she won't tell her older brothers, because she doesn't want them to see her as a scared helpless little girl. She's scared of their opinion of her just as much. And I think she truly thought it wouldn't get too bad, that she could figure it out on her own. She was wrong.

Yes, her decision is selfish, it's dumb, it endangered so many students and people in general, and it doesn't paint her in a great light. But since she was 11 at the time, I'm more willing to give her the benefit of the doubt about it. Like, I'd be more lenient when punishing 11-year-old Ginny over the CoS ordeal. I think a stern talking-to was the bare minimum, so at least it won't happen again. She probably should have received some consequences, but I don't think I'd expel or even suspend her over it.

Like, I'd probably want to make sure she understood what her actions could have resulted in so she'd be more fearful of that potential scenario in the future rather than her own skin. And I think she did understand she herself was in just as much danger by the end of the book. Like, I think this situation wasn't one she should've been punished harshly for, but instead used as an opportunity for her to learn from the situation.

A punishment should've still been given though, and I don't recall it was. Because she did hurt students (through her neglect) and was incredibly lucky no one got really harmed. So, some punishment more than she got in the books was required, but not something too harsh is what I'm thinking.

#harry potter #hp #harry potter thoughts #hp thoughts #Ginny Weasley #chamber of secrets

[marypaol]

Unexpected Smile

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None that I’m mindful of :)

Summary: Reader likes Potions class, but dreads attending because of the Professor who teaches it. But that all ends when she is paired up with Draco to make a Potion.

Note: I don’t use Y/N, and this is kind of a long one. Long but worth it :)

Thing to Notice: I’m sorry if there isn’t enough talking between Reader and Draco, I just wanted to give the feel of Draco’s book personality. This is how I personally think he would react.

ALSO PLEASE SEND REQUESTS I’M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS.

Masterlist

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“I expect you to have this done by Friday. Class dismissed.”

Snape’s voice grumbled for the last time that day before the noise of his demands were replaced with chairs squeaking and bags closing. The girl herself got up, putting her ink and quill into the bag she carried before she left the classroom, wanting to leave the boring and brain frying class behind. She didn’t dislike Potions, she was quite fond of the class, rather if she didn’t have that particular Professor she would like the experience of mixing unordinary things in a cauldron much better. She couldn’t quite figure out what it was about the certain teacher at Hogwarts the made her dislike him, but she did know that his favor towards the Slytherins (coming from a Slytherin herself) wasn’t truly fair in her opinion. She of course didn’t speak of this, for Slytherins shouldn’t be compassionate according to her mother but in little moments like that she couldn’t help but do so.

It wasn’t until a certain day in Potions that she happened to take an excessive liking to the class along with the Professor; for this was a rare occurrence. It was for the reason of being in pairs for that lesson, her partner being someone that was known as the biggest snob in the history of snobs. He was so full of himself, making no such effort to make himself known as Malfoy’s son. But what was said about him didn’t effect her opinion on the boy, for she thought that since he tried so hard to give people the impression that his family was picture perfect he must have something more real beneath the surface. The surface which he tried to keep iced but ice melted is water every time. She personally thought there wasn’t a reason to not do that, since everyone had something they didn’t want everyone around them to know. Even her, for she didn’t want everyone to know how bad her anxiety got when it was about either schoolwork or just nothing. She couldn’t help her hands shaking and her lungs running out of air but no one could know that. No one will know that. So she would understand when someone wouldn’t want to open up to her, or someone else in general when it comes to what they are going through.

But at the moment when her and Draco’s name left Snape’s lips, and he reluctantly got up from his seat to join the usually empty seat beside her, she wanted nothing more than him to tell her every insecurity he ever had; past or present. Every problem on his mind about anything at all.

But of course it was foolish and silly to think that, for she knew that she was someone he wouldn’t ever think about talking to since they’ve never encountered before this moment.

So when the boy sat down beside her she smiled softly, giving him the gentlest welcome she could master, only to get a quiet snarl in response; she shrugged it off quickly though, despite the ever so soft sting in her chest.

After the what felt like year lasting instructions were spoken students started shuffling around, getting the best looking ingredients out of the supply that was there.

The girl was surprised when she saw that Draco had already gotten the things, separating the supplies accordingly into groups.

After a few seconds she wasn’t that surprised as she once, because she figured he got up when she wasn’t looking or did so before everyone else did to get first dibs; or just magic was simply the answer. Either way she didn’t mind as Draco handed her the feathers, signaling her to separate and chop them.

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“How do you know to do that?”

The voice was sharp and demanding, interrupting her current task at hand. She looked up at Draco, his face displaying curiosity and what looked like annoyance.

“To dice not chop.” He questioned, nodding to the diced mint leaves that were carefully cut on the cutting board in front of her. She found herself sinking down, a feeling of embarrassment settling in her chest as his eyes continued to linger on her.

“Well leaves are mostly diced when being put in a Potion; it helps the scent release and the effects to happen more quickly.” She explained, feeling her cheeks heat up as his eyes scanned her face, studying her like an open book he was taking notes on before a big exam. The silver eyes on her greatly impacted her, a fact she quickly noticed and wasn’t embarrassed to admit to herself.

He finally seemed to stop examining her, eyes showing a spark of interest.

“Oh.” He said shortly. “I will keep that in mind I suppose.”

If anyone else in the grounds of Hogwarts were to be told that by Draco Malfoy himself, they would be given the impression of mocking and annoyance, but she dug deeper and found appreciation and thanksgiving for the quick tip of the subject she knew he loved. She’s always noticed how Draco was good at Potions, always knowing reactions and understanding directions in the book easier than others. And that, right there, was one of the many reasons why she wanted to see the water surface and not the iced.

She made sure to smile soft, picking up the cutting board and scraping the diced leaves into the cauldron as he mixed counterclockwise slowly with the wooden spoon. What she did take notice of was not only did the liquid inside start to bubble and change color, but the normally straight-line formed lips stretched into a soft smile in exchange.

:)

#draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #stories #tom felton x reader #x reader #imagines

[skyward-floored]

I think I’m coming down with a cold again and possibly have a fever but I’m here to scream about the update some more anyway! (and analyze a bit but mostly scream). Dawn part 7 here we go!

(All images belong to @linkeduniverse <3)

First off I have to say this was my favorite panel I think, it’s so pretty. The faint glow! The colors! The cape over his shoulder! Amazing. This truly was Sky’s update, I loved every bit of focus he got. Jojo fed us well :D

So it looks like I was wrong about Sky reading everyone’s mail. He just immediately took off after the mailman instead (and spent all morning chasing him ha!),

Side note but I love the npc guy. He’s simple but still Zelda-y. the character design in this comic is just👌

Looks like the mailman has a list of who he’s supposed to deliver to, or at least that’s my guess. It could be a map maybe, but that probably wouldn’t do much good since he’s time traveling?? How does he do it. Don’t question the magic of the postman I guess.

*green hill zone music intensifies*

Shoutout to Sky’s face here, I make the same expression when I’m trying to chase after my nephew and stop him from eating crayons

This looks like a postcard no joke, I'd frame this and put it on my wall. Plus the way the trees were done in the background is really neat, there’s something just really pleasing about this panel. Also the return of Sky: Just Standing There

They’re all bein silly <3

...except for Four. Because I think him and Warriors both realize that Sky isn’t just telling them what he was doing all morning— he’s got something important to say, something they all actually need to know.

(Downfall duo laughing together I love them)

Also I agree with everyone saying Warriors is close to snapping— they’ve all had a pretty stressful 24 hours, but Warriors has been breaking up arguments and repeatedly checking on everyone while they’re struggling, and... I don’t think he’s had a break. Take a nap bud, please?

SKY TALKING TO FI MY BELOVED he's hoping there’s enough of her aware to help him dowse hhhhh. And then he’s so sad she didn’t seem to hear him waahhh 😭

It doesn’t look to me like she truly helped much, but maybe Fi gave just enough of a nudge for Sky to find the postman’s footprints? Even in her sleep? She is glowing just a bit there... Interesting to think about.

It’s confirmed that the postman uses the portals! And that the Shadow is alive and kicking! Uh-oh! (Also does anyone else think this one seems more... firey? Then the last one? Maybe it's just me).

And the chopped-off darknut head is still there too.... and I’ll bet you twenty rupees somebody is going to kick it when the Links go through the portal later. (My guess is Wild but I’d put my money on Legend or Wind too).

I’m also really curious where that portal leads... My guess is either Twilight’s Hyrule or Sky’s, based on what hints we’ve been getting, but I really don’t know. It’ll be fun to see!

*Wind rapidly thinking of at least three conspiracy theories*: SUS

Also an amazing expression from him I’m laughing so hard, he really said 3:<

Tag yourself I’m Four

Also Sky just chugging away at the stamina potion, poor guy XD he must be beat from all that running around, I hope he has some more time to sit before the Links get moving.

(And I mentioned this in another post, but Legend looks so alarmed at this information, as does Wild... it’s not going to be pretty when they cross paths with the Shadow again, that’s for sure)

I love when Time breaks out the dramatic language... makes me remember that this guy is going to be the Hero’s Shade someday (who’s speech is 99% dramatic things).

Now the Links just have to decide what to do next... will they stay another day at the inn for Twilight’s sake, or get moving right away? Is Four going to confront Twilight about the dark magic he uses to turn into Wolfie?

So many questions... but in the meantime I will gladly continue to reread this amazing update, I really loved this one :D

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe analysis #lu sky #and a bunch of other guys I don't feel like taggig #update spoilers #rambles from the floor

[liquid-luck-00]

Marks of Magic

Day 9 Witch of Maribat Spooktober 2023

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Language and cursing is used

1600 Words

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Mari didn’t have a clue where she was going to land but she didn’t care. And if her suspicions are correct, she isn’t about to be interrupted, by one of the few people she would rather slap across the face, than talk to. Her coat was warm enough, but she summoned a scarf that she wrapped around her neck, covering her up to her nose. She didn’t know why she actually left, just that something, or someone (the kwamii), wanted her to be somewhere.

She walked through Gotham’s streets and of course she would notice them.

Street kids darted through the alleys and it hurt her heart. There was a reason why she helped Prince Ali often, she loved making the kids smile, she loved them since they reminded her of him. So she went into a dinner and ordered a giant pot of chicken soup, with chopped vegetables. Lugged it back to where she saw one of the braver kids, who was the look out as Jay pointed out to her so long ago.

“Go get the others.” She smiled at him but he just watched her suspiciously. She sighed and set the huge container on a sturdy looking box. "It’s only a little thing but…" She scooped out a serving and handed it to him. "I want to help if I can."

The boy tentatively took the cup of soup, but asked her, probably because of her accent she assumes. "Why do you care, you aren’t from around here?"

"A friend of mine was from here and he…" She doesn’t know how to say it. "He got out, he talked about it a lot, so if I can help in some small way."

"They already know." The boy said and just as he did several children walked out of the shadows. She started handing out cups and the smiles and rosy cheeks that the soup warmed made her smile.

The soup should have run out a long time ago but every child received seconds even thirds in some cases.

She kept pouring Mullo’s magic into it, multiplying its contents, and added a bit of heat to it as well, making sure they were all full.

"Miss?" A little girl, she was tiny and couldn’t be more than 6, tugged at her jacket. "Are you a witch?"

"No, I’m not." She lightly brushed the hair from the girls face.

"But that doesn’t make sense. You have to be."

"And why would that be?" She asked in return, not truly expecting the girls response.

"The soup hasn’t finished and it’s still hot."

Mari blinked. She hadn’t thought it through, sure it was a spur of the moment thing, but she didn’t expect them to notice. But she should have expected it, Jay was always more observant of the world around him them than she was. Maybe it was a street kid thing. They had to constantly be on the lookout, constantly on edge, and no child should have to be in that situation.

She smiled and then whispered to the child. "Yeah, I’m a witch."

The little girl’s eyes went wide before she squealed in joy. "What magic…" She stopped mid sentence and paled.

Mari couldn’t hear the children anymore the little girl beside her seems to be the last one. The others left her behind.

"What do you think you’re up to?" A voice to her left, blocking her into the alley, demanded.

She turned towards the voice slowly, pushing the little girl behind her. "I was only trying to help…"

But she was interrupted. "Bullshit. What are you’re really doing?"

The person stepped into the light. Red Hood, from what she recalled, while she was updating herself on the rogues, stepped forward a gun trained on her. She might be able to get away, but she can’t risk the girl.

She slowly pulled the scarf off behind her, placing it around the little girl, bleeding some of her luck into the cloth.

"Run!" She pulled the little girl onto her back charging at the rogue, who acted almost immediately. So she feigned a right, but at the last second dove to her left springing off the wall.

"Shit!" She heard him collide either with the other wall or the ground she couldn’t tell, but didn’t look back. So she ran as far as she could. Sure she noticed that Red Hood seemed to have a soft spot for kids but she didn’t want to chance it.

She stopped when she found a good place to hide the little girl. She tugged the scarf around the child to warm her a bit better. "Hide. And when you think it’s safe go and find the others. You’ll be okay."

"But what about you? He’s a rogue and… "

"Don’t forget." She tapped the child’s nose. "I’m a witch."

She heard heavy footfalls from somewhere above her. And started to run again. She just has to disappear, and what better way that from up high, so she ascended the first fire escape she found. Then a thought occurred to her.

Maybe… just maybe.

•••

All the kids were running off somewhere and he didn’t like it. Something felt weird and it didn’t sit well with him. So he followed behind a few of them until he spotted them.

A group of kids, there were maybe twenty to thirty kids were in an alley and a woman was with them. She seemed friendly enough but he knows no one is nice without a reason, especially towards street kids; even more so in Gotham.

He moved closer, the woman seemed oblivious he was there, and Mary, he recognized came up to her.

"Miss?" Mary tugged at the woman’s jacket. "Are you a witch?"

"No, I’m not." The woman brushed the hair from Mary’s face.

"But that doesn’t make sense. You have to be."

"And why would that be?"

"The soup hasn’t finished and it’s still hot."

The woman smiled and then whispered, Jason was barely able to hear. "Yeah, I’m a witch."

Jason then took action, it didn’t matter how nice she seemed, she just became a danger to these kids.

"What do you think you’re up to?" He stepped forward and most of the kids scurried away. He pulled out a gun and trained it on her.

The woman turned towards him slowly, pushing Mary behind her. "I was only trying to help…"

But he didn’t let her finish. "Bullshit. What are you’re really doing?" He stepped into the light his gun still trained on her. She seemed to freeze.

Good. She should be scared, for what she was going to do.

"Run!" She shouted as she pulled Mary onto her back charging at him. She ran to his left side, and he tried to get Mary away from her, but she dove to his right springing off the wall.

"Shit!" He crashed into the wall, since he over stepped, without having the extra weight and momentum to spin back.

She was gone, but he had to get the kid back safe. He took to the roof tops to get a better vantage point and that was when he saw her duck into another alley. He was going to jump down, but she had climbed up. He could still see Mary clinging to the woman, but they still ran.

The woman, he has to admit must be agile and in good shape. She has kept the same distance between them and doesn’t slow even when jumping between the roof tops. She’s done this before, and that makes this so much worse.

Then she turned, stopping in the middle of a roof. He looked around and noticed all the warehouses, so they were alone. He pulled out both guns, when the air around her rippled. Mary was gone.

"Where’s the girl?!" He barked, at the unknown woman.

"Safe." She smiled, cocky.

Was she going to go back to where she stashed her.

"You’re not as bad as they say." She hummed.

"And what do they say?" He retorted.

"That you’re bloodthirsty, and will tear anyone to shreds."

"And what if they are right?"

She shrugged, stepping forward. "But you care about the kids. And I know that anyone who does at least has some of their humanity."

"At least you can die, with that idea of me." He cocked the gun still in his hand.

"Before you do, I have a favor."

"And why would I do anything for you?"

She grinned, and for a second he remembered Marinette and her ludicrous ideas that always succeeded, but always started with a similar grin. "I want you to help me kill the stupid fucking clown."

"That’s a bit broad isn’t it?" He hasn’t made it known, his personal grudge against the Joker, so why choose him. It couldn’t be just because of his reputation or even this little test she pulled. No there was something else.

"Fine, Joker, narrow enough for you?" She quirked a brow and he lowered his gun slightly.

"What, you have a personal vendetta against him? You, ain’t from Gotham, Pixie."

"I’m not but a good friend of mine was, and Joker killed him in front of me. So yeah it’s personal." She didn’t back down from him, in fact she stepped forward, stopping just in front of him, extending a hand to him.

"You have to be a witch." He holstered his guns, not shaking her hand just yet.

"Yeah I’m a W.I.T.C.H." Her eyes sparked, reminding him of his old friend. "A Woman In Total Control of Herself."

That grin was back on her face, but with that Jason couldn’t help but trust her.

"Fine I’m in."

Next

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[kitmoas]

Build a Cage with Your Bones

Summary: Sometimes losing control is the only way to get what you truly want

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: about 2.3k

Warnings: Dark Fic (allusions to murder and being chased by military/police, slight stalking vibes), strapon use (Wanda receiving), Power-Bottom Wanda, Mommy kink, Lactation kink, slight magic use, lil bit of Somno, if you squinnnnt there's Corruption kink

*As Usual if I miss anything important let me know!*

A/N: HIiii welcome to the first fic of my Occult Celebration! This is one of the shorter, kinda tame fics for the month sooo hopefully you guys like it!! AND for @maximotts Wanda lives :|

***Minors DNI*** ***18+ Only***

Main Master List // Kitmoas | Occult

The way she stretched around your strap was mesmerizing but you were terrified that you weren’t doing it right. This wasn’t the way you ever thought you would lose your virginity, but how could you say no to such an intoxicating person. Cold metal brushing against your cheek derails your train of thought, making you blink mindlessly as you try to focus on the brunette laid out under you. She shoves two fingers into your mouth, the faint taste of metallic spreads across your tastebuds. “You’re thinking entirely too much, pretty girl.” Letting a line of drool fall onto your almost completely shredded shirt as she wipes her hand on your cheek. She looks entirely too composed with her legs spread as you work between them. 

Your eyes trail up her body, getting stuck momentarily on the way her breasts bounce with each awkward thrust. Gulping, your tongue slips out to swipe along your bottom lip as you try to focus. Finally meeting her gaze a whine tumbles out of your mouth, pathetic and shrill, as you try to awkwardly nuzzle into the hand still caressing your face. “Mommy..” The word is involuntary, and it’s already hanging in the air by the time your eyes widen in terror. You just barely met this lady a few days ago and she’s letting you have sex with her, and you probably just ruined it by letting your emotions run free. 

Olive darkened to a deep jade almost instantly, the guttural moan that tumbles from her mouth at the whimpered title made you clench around nothing. Her leg wraps around your hip, toppling you forward until you are hovering over her. “Be a good girl for Mommy and help her feel good” Her hand twists around, fingers gripping your jaw to keep you focused on her face. Even as sirens and sounds of the city behind you go off, even as you flinch with each sound, Wanda demands your attention. 

What you didn’t know was she had been watching you, stumbling through life for weeks now. Miserable and pitiful were the only words she could truly describe you as, yearning for a sense of control and achievement. Your job gave you nothing and you had no family in your life, so what better way to give it to you than getting something in return. Watching your focus struggle, the beginnings of her warm fog settling over your mind is intoxicating to the brunette. She wants to see it more, no she needs to break you more. 

It was woefully easy to get close to you, which surprised the older woman as most were wary as of late. The news spreading entirely too quickly now-a-days truly would be her downfall, but she couldn’t move on from you until she got what she wanted. While the need to ruin you, and your body, for anyone that would ever dare come after her was motivation enough for the witch she knew that wasn’t what you needed at the time. Her need for control, desire to reshape a person had to wait if she wanted complete docility from you. That’s how you ended up in one of the many abandoned homes, war all around you, but none of that mattered to either of you as you rutted into the woman laid out underneath you. 

“Focus for Mommy, detka. Nothing else matters right now.” She speaks in shaky whispers, broken up with grunts and gasps, as she guides you through each movement. Her hand is pulling at your wrist, urging you to lean heavily on one elbow. Directing your now free hand down her body, she squeezes her breast with your hand, hips jumping as your rough palm rubs just right against her pebbled nipple. 

Your fuzzy brain works overtime to learn quickly, taking each movement and reaction from her as notes. Running a shaky thumb over her nipple, you try to ignore all the cuts and bruises along her torso. The urge to kiss them is strong and maybe that’s just because you can’t imagine someone wanting to hurt someone like her, but now isn’t the time. This wasn’t love nor was it the affectionate experience you were expecting, and you couldn’t treat it like it was. 

The older woman releases her death grip on your jaw, cooing as she rubs along the now bright red tender skin. She lets her nails scratch at your pulse point, chuckling as your hips stutter and rubs against the soft spot inside her. “You’re doing so g-good. Don’t stop baby, you’re gonna make Mommy cum for you.” Her fist closes around your throat, almost too tightly, as stars explode in your cloudy vision. 

Letting go of her breast, you have to lean on both hands to stay hovering above the brunette. When she wraps her other leg around your hips, pulling your lower body flush against her so you can just barely rut into her, you can’t help the garbled blubbering. “Leas mommy, wanna make y’cum.” The heavy fog in your mind settles quick, dense and unwavering as each clumsy push of your hips draws a deep moan from the green eyed beauty. 

It doesn’t take much more for the older woman to fall over the edge, your sloppy and frenzied thrusts breaking the gate open. You can feel the wetness leaking from her, the sound of the strap as it thrusts lazily fills the air. Panting and whimpers dance together as the two of you try to collect yourselves. The hand around your throat is still tight, the rings digging painfully into the sensitive skin and veins. 

It’s a loud siren, fairly close, that prompts her to move. Pushing at you, she’s forcing you to move and you can see how she flinches when the strap slips out. You want to console her, the fuzzy feeling in your brain making it impossible for you to keep up with her panicked rushed actions. All you know is that when you fell out of her, you seemingly hurt her and you didn’t like how that settled in your gut. 

Wanda ignores your sniffles, hushing the pitiful mewling as you try to soothe any pain you may have caused. She’s pulling you up, causing you to stumble behind her as she drags you up a set of stairs and into a small closet. “You want your reward, pet?” Your mindless nod is enough that she shoves you down, straddling your hips as she follows you. She’s reaching between her legs, dragging the tip of the strap through her folds before slowly sliding down it. Her bottom lip is between her teeth, her forest eyes fluttering as she tries to watch your reaction to her. 

Your hands are tight against your sides, shaking from how aggressive your fists are formed, the lack of confidence apparent. Blushing furiously under the amused gaze of Wanda, you just try to watch her as she bounces slowly in your lap. Trying to commit your reward to your memory, you wiggle slightly under her as your want to touch her grows more prominent the longer she teasingly rides you. Easily able to overlook your own desire and needs, no matter how you leak onto the flimsy blanket laid out beneath the two of you. 

Her hands tangle in your hair, gripping tightly and her rings rub against your scalp. She’s panting as she pushes herself closer to the edge, grinding down swiftly to try and speed everything up so the two of you wouldn’t get caught. “It’s s-so cute that you think Mommy riding your pretty cock is your reward.” Her crude words make you flush even more, but it’s one of her hands directing your chin down so you’re closer to her breast that makes you go bright red. Her body slows its movements, grinding purposefully, as she guides your face closer. “Go ahead angel, I know you want to and you’ve been such a good girl for me. Letting me use you and making me cum so hard. Open up.” Her voice is tauntingly sweet and you know she’s talking down to you, but it just makes you whine.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times before she bumps you, forcing your lips around her nipple. You don’t need to be told twice, not willing to let this opportunity pass you, letting your tongue run over the hardened bud. Latching on mindlessly as your head moves with the way Wanda’s body bounces, your mind seems to float away from you. What you weren’t expecting was a liquid running down your throat, a sweet treat that you can tell you’re already addicted to. 

Looking up through your lashes in confusion, you can’t see the older woman’s red eyes with her head thrown back. She tries to not use her magic often, only when the authorities start getting too close to her for her personal liking but the brunette had a feeling that you would benefit from a drink. She never truly wanted these powers, only her brother found enjoyment in them, but she knew that her’s were different. The chaos that lives under her skin was dangerous, and while she wouldn’t unleash it in the deadly crimson mist Wanda wasn’t afraid to let that restless energy find other ways to manifest. Each moment of carnage brings only a flash of peace for the brunette, the tranquility rapidly becoming addictive and the primal urge evermore. 

Ultimately the witch was too powerful for this city, but everything she ever needed was here. Her brother was here, you were here, and if that meant hiding her powers then so be it. If that meant only using her powers in dire situations, then that’s what Wanda would do. Setting up rules and boundaries allowed her to have her fun as circumstances warranted, but only as long as she actually followed them. 

Breaking that rule to give you something to latch onto, something that would sink you further into devotion to her was a risk she was willing to take. The feeling of you drinking from her was overwhelming and she could feel traces of her magic dribbling into you. A spell that would keep your brain muddled and fuzzy but only play on your deepest desires. It was entirely too heady and she knew she wouldn’t last long as you feverishly switched to the neglected nipple, latching on naturally as she let her rings tangle in your hair. 

The moans tumbling from the brunette’s lips made you whimper, a pathetic barely there sound muffled against the swell of her breast. The fog in your brain and the heaviness of your eyelids begin to catch up with you, struggling to stay attached to Wanda as she chases her high. You don’t even register your body heaving with the brunette’s harsh movements.

Eyes fluttering closed, you aren’t sure when you dip into the dark depths of sleep but you know that even in your dreams you could hear the high pitched whimper that the other woman tries to muffle as she bites on her arm. Using your body even as your slack jaw and limp neck flops backwards, the fingers weaved into your locks the only thing keeping your head from slamming into the chipped plywood behind you. Tremors rippling through her entire body as she struggles to breath, sitting on your lap as her full weight leans against you. She can feel your soaked legs beneath her, an uncharastic blush rising up her cheeks as she realizes just how much she came. 

Trembling as she leans heavily against you, the new witch tries to calm her racing heart down. Finally pulling away from you she sighs heavily, shaking her head angrily at herself. You were never meant to be important to her, she couldn’t put what she and Pietro had at risk but she knew that she couldn’t truly harm you. You weren’t necessarily different from all the other victims, but you were better. Something about you was drawing her in and she knew that she couldn’t just leave you. The way you made her feel, even through your subtle feelings and thoughts, was something that she could never forget. 

The sounds of banging and yelling could be heard downstairs, loud and surprisingly it doesn’t wake you up. Wanda stands slowly, wincing as the strap slips out of her. She almost leaves without you, almost creates a portal directly away from you and leaves you there filled with magic that will corrupt you from the inside out. She could find another girl, another innocent little thing that would look at her like she was the entire world. There were always others, Wanda could always find a pretty hole to sedate her needs; for play and blood. 

The brunette can’t even take a full step before she’s turning back to you, wrapping you up in her magic as she lets clothing appear on the both of you. A soft smile as she sees you all wrapped up in her maroon sweatshirt, the hood falling over your eyes slightly. A heavy exhale leaves her lips as she straightens her back, squaring her shoulders as she makes up her mind. She prays that her brother will understand, but she knows it’ll just be a bit of a fight. In a whisper of scarlet mist, the two of you disappear just as the police break down the door to the room–just a soaked sheet left on the ground.

#kitmoas writes #kitmoas | occult #marvel fanfiction #marvel wlw #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #dark wanda maximoff x reader #dark wanda maximoff #dark wanda x reader #dark wanda #wanda x you #wanda x reader #lesbian #lgbtq fanfiction #lgbt #lgbtq #sapphic #dark fanfiction #kinktober #kinktober 2022

[ctinalk]

Season two isn’t (fully) real, it’s a peaceful, fragile existence

The more I rewatch the show and read different theories, the more convinced I get that S2 is some sort of elaborate dream sequence or a distraction or memory alteration attempt (Neil’s chaotic angsty ineffable husbands fanfic?). But not all of it.

(This gets kind of rambly so if you want my true hook, scroll down to the Michael Sheen Staged gif.)

Let me make this perfectly clear on the outset: I don’t think all of it is a dream, and I certainly don’t think the final 15/kiss is or is going to be discounted (and not only because there would be literal riots in the street, because there absolutely would be, but also I’m putting trust in Neil and the team wholeheartedly). I think that could actually be the domino that brings them out of it. I read somewhere recently something along the lines of “something loved can never be truly forgotten” and I think that fits my theory perfectly. I’m also making no claims (yet) as to what I think is real and what I think is “enhanced”.

Also I apparently am either too far deep or cannot work the tumblr search function with any modicum of usefulness, so please link me to the posts I’m alluding to if you think it’s the right one. I will edit them in and sincerely apologize to the brilliant minds that exist outside the confines of the search function.

Now, On with the show:

You can be in charge of the biscuits

Maggie and Nina: Look, I get that recasts happen, they change the actor playing the character because of scheduling conflicts, etc. But to cast the actor/actress that is immediately recognizable from a prior interaction (whether with the characters or the audience) is not something you see. FFS Maggie DIED in S1, and Nina was pivotal (maybe too strong a word, but enough to be memorable surely) to the storyline. It’s like someone said “Hey, they’ll work, bring em in, no I don’t care that they were in S1. It’ll be a test of how well our facade is working. If they (A&C) notice, then the gig is up and we’ll know it.”

Also why in the world is the owner of a coffee shop offering Eccles cakes to calm down, when camomile tea is right there? (Resists the urge to go off on a tangent on how Eccles cakes were used to celebrate the “Eccles wakes” at the feast of St. Mary (yes that Mary) and how that ties into the second coming plot.) Do Eccles cakes count as biscuits? Ugh another thought for another day I suppose.

It has come to my attention during writing that Shax is the same actress as Madame Tracy. I have less of an affront to this knowledge since I’m 2 months deep and countless rewatches in and only just noticed. But I’m going to pop it in this header anyway. Are you really trying to tell me that a show that apparently has demon entrances happening precisely on the 6s really didn’t think these choices out very deliberately? (Edit 3: https://www.tumblr.com/noneorother/735823422626709504/the-secret-timeline-inside-of-good-omens-season-2 JFC why can I never find the blogs when I want to insert them? It was a breakdown about how all of the demon entrances happen at a 00:00 that ends in a 6.)

Yours very faithfully, Maggie

Text to mail disconnect: There’s been a theory pop up (at the time one writing this at least (edit 2: https://www.tumblr.com/azariah-z-fell/743434274903048192/it-is-extra-weird-because-it-is-on-the-record) that Maggie actually texted Aziraphale her request to talk, and it was magically translated into a physical form, and the spelling error (that so many people are shouting DEMON at) was just an autocorrect typo. But, surely Maggie would know he doesn’t text if she knew him for several years at least. We’ve never seen either of our boys text, only call. Seems like someone doesn’t know how phones work, but wanted to get the message received? See also: currency, below.

You ever think, what’s the point?

Numerous people have pointed out the same obvious background people. There are theories about the guy in the Hawaiian shirt being the second coming or something similar. I wonder if it’s some sort of play on a badly executed attempt to make Wickber Street seem “normal” in an alternate reality, an elaborate distraction, but they have to keep using the same character models because their imagination is just slightly better than Shadwells’ (Oh gfdi how did I miss Mrs. sandwich right there). I’m not saying we haven’t done a “oh oops silly me I forgot something” but that isn’t usually done in the middle of a sidewalk. When Aziraphale is initially talking to Jim with the blanket, there’s a guy just chugging his arms outside the window, not walking. Another one in E3 when Shax show up outside the shop, a guy in an orange sweatshirt passes in the background, then passes again, and not close enough in time/area to just be the continuation of the walk. Especially in the early episodes, there are veritable conveyer belts of people, straight lines, no trying to pass, etc. I’m trying to look at the background in S1 and while there are still tons of people, the background is… livelier. People passing, shoving past, actually going places.

“I’m looking at the statue of Gabriel.” “Oh, good job?”

Aziraphale basically learns fuck-all when he makes the trip to Edinburgh. Granted, I do believe most of that was to make the Bentley “our car”, but so many things are out of character. The no drink, the over-the-top “investigation” (as awkward as he is, Aziraphale knows how to act more normally than that with humans), the background on the drive up there…

All the others were taken (random collective thoughts)

Somehow ALL the businesses on the street are different from Season 1?

A normal person would have moved out of the rain instead of just lolling there letting raid splatter their glasses, yeah? (As a person with glasses I can confirm).

“We have all the hosts of hell searching for him” cue Crowley looking around like then why the fuck are there still demons around me?

The cross disappearing from the Gabriel statue between shots.

“I’m a bit out of miracles” and “that’s not how miracles work” from the guy who got written up for too many frivolous miracles.

I have here a sixpence and a farthing There’s always money in the banana stand

The lack of (accurate?) paid transactions seems like whoever is pulling the strings has no concept of earthly money and how it’s supposed to work, just that it exists. Crowley and Aziraphale talk bluntly about poverty and know that money is needed and used in current society (“Give her the money, Angel”, Rome, Globe Theatre, 1941 magic shop, etc.). Could be a “let’s not get lost in the trivialities” thing but it does strike me as odd. Caveat: Aziraphale forgiving the rent doesn’t quite fit, but cost of the record is obscenely low.

But this does give me hope about the 3rd 1941 flashback, because they were using money accurately there, which hopefully means the flashbacks and memories aren’t being altered, just “present day”.

We’re real people

One of the overarching themes in Season 2 (and S1 now I think of it) is “stop interfering in the lives of other people”. Maggie and Nina, Job, Elspeth, the entire dance party, Warlock, the book of prophecy. It would be a shame if someone were to make sure I failed to be messing about in their own lives.

I had brothers, you don’t scare me

Something happened just before Maggie told them to “Come in here and say that to my face.” Another demonic turn potential here, but also kind of like someone’s saying “FFS get on with the plot”.

The book of love has music in it

This post https://www.tumblr.com/noneorother/731977308306636800/all-the-music-you-didnt-hear-the-good-omens (finally, one I can find!) popped up, and there’s another one that purports to have noticed that there’s music lines missing from the opening sequence (edit 1: Found it!: https://www.tumblr.com/dadesu/726651737165938688/anyone-noticed-the-missing-half-bar-in-good-omens ). Possibly Clueing us in that there’s something that’s missing elsewhere (I mean obviously, that’s the whole point of this season, is it not?).

So where do we go from here?

As much as I’d love to say “Alright so the kiss breaks the spell whoever was put over them because of ✨the power of love✨, the ruse will be revealed, and they’re not talking because they don’t have to”

I don’t know, my thoughts are just the overarching patterns I’ve noticed over many, many rewatches and probably reading a few too many magic trick theories and/or fanfics. I don’t intentionally make my theory posts open-ended, but in the end that’s the fun of it. Nothing has to be mutually exclusive (yes I’m referencing my “Is Crowley already the new Supreme Archangel” post, I think I’m allowed that much). I’m happy to be proven wrong, and probably will be.

Lots of things are wrong right now

But I will leave you with one parting thought: Crowley knows. He knows there’s furniture missing. (That’s why he keeps just tossing things everywhere, because he know it doesn’t matter.)

And he. Does not. Care. For it.

How many theories that I myself hate can I dig into?

I’m a demon, I lied:

#good omens season 2 #good omens #good omens theories #crowley #aziraphale

[bots-and-cons]

Hey, i saw your "Scarlet Witch!Reader" and it gives me an idea.

Imagine she heard the discussions from the Autobots (She's on Team Prime after all) about her chaos magic powers could lead to destructions and that she will turn mad with power (which is completely the opposite, she's stable enough as she can be and kind and generous) and they should "keep an eye of her" in case she'll go crazy and what how do we stop her (aka in need to keep on lock her up) which affects her more and made her feel more outcast from them as much she's outcast from society which depressed her more. One day, in a terrible battle between them and the Decepticons, she "sacrifice" to save them (either she did sacrifice herself but miraculously survived but find herself alone after battle because everyone believe she died with it or secretly gets away from them in complete isolation from everyone, both humans and Autobots, living in a cottage in a forest or something, helping saving her world in her own way)

How Team Prime will react of her "death" and their guilts ? Because Some bot *cough*Ratchet*cough* was immediately rather skeptical and unsure about her (but grew soft sport for her soon) which discusses his concerns to the Bots before her "death" (Can't honestly blame him because of Megatron but NOT EVERYONE end like him Ratchet 😒)

(P.S, you can add IF Team Prime's reactions IF they EVER heard that she's alive and learning WHY she left somewhere FAR away from them. would they want to reach her again or....?)

So the HCs you mentioned don't really play into this, but if anyone is interested they can be found here. I did HCs since those are always easier and I wanted to write this. You can also interpret this as a prequel to this post. This is a bit of a ramble tbh and I didn’t do all the bots, just some

•You know your powers can scare people sometimes, they sometimes even scare you, but you thought the autobots were different

•They never truly hated you or anything, but they were skeptical of your powers and how much control you had over them

•When you accidentally hit Bulk with a rock that you were aiming at a vehicon, it all started to go downhill

•Sometimes you would do things with more strength than you needed to, and broke something, but a lot of the bots interpreted that as you doing it on purpose

•You thought they wouldn’t shun you or want to imprison you, but apparently you had been wrong

•They were just like everyone else, thinking your powers would drive you to madness or make you evil somehow

•You tried to ignore the whispers at the base, the conversations that stopped when you entered the room, the way Ratchet kept an eye on you every time you were around the kids and the way Arcee kept glaring at you

•These things didn’t help any, because they just made you angry and when you got irritated, you had less control

•It ended up being a vicious cycle, that you couldn’t seem to get out of

•It was getting to be too much, you wanted to get away from the autobots, away from anyone who would treat you with prejudice because of your powers

•You’re a kind and caring person, but somehow your strength seemed to be the deciding factor in how others treated you, instead of your personality

•You decided you wanted to leave, but you didn’t know how you’d be able to

•The autobots kept a pretty keen eye on you all the time, so you would have to do something drastic

•You didn’t know what that was going to be until you got the chance to do it

•You were fighting with the autobots against the decepticons, and you saw your chance

•You could fake your death and get away, you wouldn’t be chained down again, by anyone

•When you disappeared from the battlefield, the autobots assumed you had been taken or that they just couldn’t find your body

•Of course there was no body to find, but they didn’t know that

•When Optimus brought the news back to the base that you were gone, Ratchet sort of scoffed

•The type of “I told you so” scoff, that he used pretty often

•There was a lot of conversation at the base afterwards about if you were really dead and even if you weren’t maybe it was better you were gone

•Arcee was probably the most outspoken about her feelings about it being good that you weren’t at the base anymore

•She got a few surprised looks, but no one disagreed with her

•Bee and Smokescreen sort of fell victim to their seniors’ bias but neither of them hated you or anything

•Optimus was left with a lot of guilt after your “death”, even though he wanted to protect others from you, he wanted to protect you too

•He knew you weren’t a bad person, but he had seen what too much power can do to someone

•Maybe they were all too quick to judge, but they couldn’t do anything about it now, you were gone

•Arcee was always primarily worried about the trouble trio around you, because she had seen you literally rip vehicons apart when you needed to

•She was worried that if one of the kids angered you, you might hurt them

•Ratchet kept his “I told you so” attitude for a while after your “death”, but he eventually came to feel very guilty about how he had treated you during your last months with the team

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #optimus prime #ratchet #arcee #bumblebee #smokescreen #bulkhead #tfp headcanons #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

[darkside-skyguy]

Okay so I saw Wish last night and I have some thoughts. Spoilers below!

The movie wasn’t bad. It wasn’t particularly good either though. It had all the elements that should have made a great Disney movie but it fell flat. And I think it all stems from the way the movie is so non-specific.

First, the world building. King Magnifico built a kingdom where everyone would be safe in exchange for giving him their wishes because…….. something bad happened to his family when he was young? And it prompted him to learn all the magic in the world and become the most powerful sorcerer so that he could…..NOT grant everyone’s wishes? We weren’t given enough background on the kingdom and the way it functions to have any kind of emotional impact in the end. Why does everyone agree to give up their wish? It seems like a raw deal. And also why does everyone only get ONE wish their whole life?? And if the wish is the best part of the person and they give it up, shouldn’t everyone over 18 be like Simon? Boring and sleepy and wish less? But this does not appear to be the case. It’s all too vague and muddled to make much sense.

(On a contrary note, I actually thought Chris Pine as Magnifico was the best part of the movie. You could tell he was having a lot of fun with it, even though the character was so shallow! I’m happy about a return to traditional Disney villains, even if this one wasn’t the best example of it.)

Okay, then there’s the music. It was bad. It was like a pop rip off of Lin Manuel Miranda but with terrible lyrics. (“When it comes to the universe we’re all shareholders”?? SHAREHOLDERS?) None of the music seemed to take inspiration from its vague Mediterranean setting and even the big I Want song was bland. In This Wish Asha sings “I wish for more for us than this.” Okay? So uninspiring! In all other Disney movies you know exactly what the mc wants and why they want it. Ariel wants to be humans because she feels trapped and misunderstood under the sea. Belle wants an adventure because she feels she does not fit in in her small village and she longs for her life to resemble the fantastical stories she reads. Mirabel wants magic so she can fix the cracks in her family. I could go on. Asha wants everyone to get their wishes granted because her grandpa is 100 and hasn’t gotten his wish granted. Very noble. But his wish kinda stinks—he wants to inspire people but we’re never told why or in what way. We never find out what Asha wishes for before she learns about Magnifico. She’s just a cookie cutter heroine with a mix of likeable qualities—loves her friends and family, adorkable, passionate—that all add up to a lot of nothing. She could be any one of us watching, I guess, but the thing that truly makes characters complex and relatable is specificity. And Asha is as vague as they come.

Then there are the other characters. None of them are developed enough. Her friends are the seven dwarves basically, but none of them grow past their one-word personalities (bashful, grumpy, sneezy, etc.) except maybe Simon, but even that isn’t really explored. There are too many of them and none of them are distinct. The goat is whatever. The star is adorable (though I’ve seen the concept art for the star boy storyline and I’m so upset we didn’t get that movie! But that’s a whole other post). The queen could have been interesting, but we never got any backstory on her. How and when did she fall in love with magnifico? What were her plans for their kingdom and do her hopes and wishes mirror what the kingdom has become? Asha’s mom and grandpa were just kind of there. And…. That’s it’s really. No one and nothing stands out.

The end was non specific as well. The people are inspired by the whole “we’re all stars” thing but they weren’t even there for the song the woodland creatures sing to Asha so how come all of a sudden they are so into this idea and it saves them when it never came up for them before? It should have been an emotional gut punch moment but it just felt rote and predictable. I didn’t feel any sense of triumph for any of the characters. There was no real magic behind it. Asha is given a magic wand and the king becomes a magic mirror and that’s it, the end. Overall it was very disappointing and I found myself bored in a lot of places.

I’ve read a lot of critic reviews and the one thing that I disagree with is the references to other movies. They didn’t bother me like they seem to be bothering others. Some of them were silly and over the top but like whatever. Even though they didn’t bother me they added absolutely nothing to the movie or my experience watching it 🤷🏻‍♀️

#non Star Wars #Disney #disney wish #wish #wish movie #chris pine #asha wish #king magnifico #spoilers #disney analysis

[darkbluekies]

Hedwig w a fuckboy reader?

Monopoly boy

female!yandere OC x male!reader

Summary: Hedwig can't get enough of you. She lives in a imagination of you being hers, despite your reputation. One day she has had enough of sharing you and decides to make you hers only in a way she knows best.

Warnings: mentions of nsfw themes, yandere, manipulation, a little angst?, not feeling enough, somewhat of a nice fuckboy, isolation

word count: 1.9k

Hedwig sighs and pulls her white shirt back over her head. She knows she shouldn’t feel so giddy. You do this to every girl who lends you an eye. But still, she can’t help but feel special. You gave her some of your precious time. You could have given it to someone else and ignored her, but you didn’t. You wasted your time on her and her only. How can she not feel honored?

Despite what your reputation says, you’re a gentle lover and cares for the girls you pull into your claws. That’s just what makes Hedwig come back, begging for more. 

“What are you doing?” you ask in confusion from behind her. 

“Hm?” Hedwig asks and turns her head to see you lying naked in the bed. 

“You always crave for cuddles afterwards. Why are you already leaving? Is something wrong?”

Hedwig stops and looks down at her hands, thinking. Yeah, why is she already leaving? Her heart sinks. She’s so scared of driving you away that she would give up cuddles to keep you. Her biggest fear is annoying you until the point that you won’t be with her anymore. It’s only for short moments, but in these minutes she can pretend that you are hers. 

“Oh … sorry”, she says and crawls back under the warm covers. 

Her heart flutters when you wrap your arms around her and let her rest her head on your bare chest. She breathes in your scent and nuzzles into you as far as she can. She wants to be one with you. She wants you to be hers in a way she can’t understand nor explain. 

“You can stay the night”, you say simply with your eyes closed. 

“I can?” Hedwig asks in shock. “Really?”

You shrug. “I mean, it’s past midnight and I’d be an asshole to send you home now. Just stay until sunrise and then sneak out.”

Hedwig nods carefully with a smile creeping up on her face. 

“Just don’t tell anyone that you’ve spent the night here”, you continue. 

“Why?” Hedwig whispers, smile gone as quick as it appeared. 

“I don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea.”

“Oh … okay.”

Hedwig clenches her jaw. If you think that she’s going to keep her mouth shut, you’re delusional. You should know better. Hedwig will do everything to make sure the other girls know that she’s your number one pick. Hedwig’s willing to do everything for you, whatever you want, as long as you’re happy. She’s addicted to the sounds you make when she works her magic and the way you thank her when you reach your end. The more she hears, the less she wants others to have you like this as well. No one else loves you the way she does. The other girls only want you to feel good for a few minutes, but Hedwig … she wants you. Not only your body. She wants to travel with you, have late night talks with you … be with you.

She closes her eyes and cuddles up in your arms with a smile. Sooner or later you’ll realize that Hedwig is the only one who truly cares about you … or she’ll have to take matters into her own hands to make you hers. 

You notice that people are whispering and glancing at you when you pass by in the corridors the following morning. You try to ignore them, but your curiosity and fear grow with every syllable they utter. Every step you take feels wrong.

“What is everyone talking about?” you ask your friend once you come into the classroom. 

“How you let the rich girl stay the night”, your friend chuckles and tilts his head. “Everyone’s talking about how she’s paid you to sleep with her and that she’ll have a monopoly over you now. Money always wins. People are either jealous or surprised that you’re settling down.”

“What?!”

“I mean, I can’t blame you, if I got a chance to sleep with Hedwig I’d take it. I can only imagine how good she looks under all those preppy clothes.”

You frown and give your friend a glare as if all of this is his fault. Before he has the time to ask you why you’re killing him with your eyes, you storm up to find Hedwig. How dare she break your trust? You push past people in the corridor until you find her and her friends on their way to you. Hedwig blinks as you stop her and her friends frown. 

“I need to talk to you”, you hiss. 

“Now?” Hedwig asks worriedly. “Class is starting. We can’t be late.”

"Why did you tell everyone even though I asked you not to?"

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It must have slipped out, I'm so sorry, Y/N. Let me make it up to you. Tonight."

You clench your jaw. Hedwig’s sweet hazel, doe eyes make you sigh and nod. You hate to admit it, but you do have a small soft spot for her. She's one of your favorite girls after all. 

“Come, Y/N”, Hedwig says and takes your hand. “Let’s go to class.”

You pull your hand out of her grip. Hedwig whines quietly, but you don’t react. You’ve made sure to tell her that you’re not ready for a relationship and if you continue to feed her attention, she’ll grow attached to you and it’ll be much harder to get rid of her in the future. Unfortunately, you’re not aware that she’s already obsessed and already have a plan in motion to keep you by her side.

After school, you pull Hedwig to your car, too caught up in your hormones to care about the fact that she’s told the entire school about her stay at your house. You drag her into the backseat before wrapping your arms around her and latching your lips onto her neck. She shivers under your touch.

“Y/N”, she breathes, tangling her fingers into your hair. “You should really stop … s-stop being with those other girls. They … they don’t deserve you. You’re too good for them.”

You pull back and look at her, suddenly remembering what she did earlier. The look in her hazel eyes are desperate, but not in the way you think they are. She wants you to listen to what she’s saying! She feels like she’ll start crying in frustration.

“Baby, I’ve told you”, you sigh and take her jaw in your hand. “I’m not ready for a relationship. But you’re right, I am too good … to be hidden away. Since I’m so good, it’d only be right of me to share myself with everyone. I’d be selfish otherwise.”

“No!” Hedwig bursts out and cups your cheeks. “Y/N, please!”

You sigh and remove her hands from your face, holding them between yours. Tears have started to run down her cheeks. 

“I’m saying this to you because I care about you”, you say and meet her desperate eyes. “If you feel like your feelings for me get in the way of hooking up, maybe we should stop? I can still help you with things every now and then, but I don’t want you to continue sleeping with me if it makes you suffer.”

Hedwig hates how nice you are. If you weren’t so damn nice she would have an easier time forgetting about you and moving on … but you’re so sweet. She can’t leave … she’s made up her mind. From today, you’re going to be only hers.

“No”, she sniffles. “It won’t. I’ll keep my feelings to myself. I don’t want this to end.”

“Okay, if you say so.” You rub her shoulders. “Do you want to keep going or should I drive you home?”

Hedwig smiles slightly. “I can keep going.”

You nod and take her trembling frame in your arms again. 

After that afternoon in the car, things have changed. The girls you usually hook up with have excuses every time you call them and they ignore you in the corridors, just like you normally do to them. In the beginning, you thought that they were mad at you for ghosting them, but now you can’t figure it out. A list that originally consisted of ten girls has been lowered down to one and one only. Hedwig.

“Are you and Hedwig a thing now or what?” your friend chuckles. “She’s the only girl you’re with nowadays. What’s the thing that caught your interest in her? Her money? Wait, isn’t she training horse riding? That can’t the only thing she rides, I understand now-”

“Shut the fuck up!” you groan and hide your face in your hands with a loud sigh. “I don’t understand … what have I done? All the girls I usually have don’t want anything to do with me anymore. Hedwig’s the only one I have left! That’s why!”

A familiar face struts into the classroom. You feel a pair of arms around your shoulders and a pair of soft lips against your cheek. 

“Hi, love”, Hedwig smiles. “Why do you look so sad? How can I help you?”

You want to yell at her to get out of your face, but you can’t seem to open your mouth. Hedwig’s the only one you have left. You can’t scare her away, you can’t be lonely! Instead, you turn to her and wrap your arms around her waist, hiding your face into her stomach. You can feel how she pets your hair. Involuntarily, you relax.

“Should we go get some fresh air?” Hedwig asks gently. “Maybe you need something to eat? I have some chocolate in my purse.”

She picks up a chocolate bar out of her designer bag and breaks off a piece. Hedwig gives you one piece and your friend one. Embarrassed, you take the candy in your mouth. It melts softly on your tongue. The sweet little thing somehow helps and you wonder why you haven’t seen how wonderful Hedwig is before. 

“My good boy”, Hedwig murmurs and runs her hand through your hair. “How are you feeling now?”

“A … a bit better … thank you, Hedwig”, you whisper with burning cheeks. 

“You’re very welcome.”

She holds your face in her hands and makes you look up at her. You watch how her face breaks out into a smile. She is cute, always has been. The other girls you’ve been with have always had a different side to them when they’re alone with you. They’ve been greedy with your body, but Hedwig has always been sweet and gentle. Maybe that’s why you’ve been nicer to her as well?

“How about you come over to my house this afternoon and we can watch some movies?” Hedwig asks, caressing your cheeks with her thumbs. “If you’re not feeling well, some comedies and cuddles will cheer you up.”

You give a small nod and Hedwig kisses your lips before running out of the classroom to get her stuff. Her warmth still lingers on your skin.

If only you knew that the reason why your girls haven’t responded to your calls is because of Hedwig both bribing and threatening them to stay away from you so she can have you all to yourself … then maybe you would understand it all, but now you’re head so dull and foggy that you can’t come up with a single reasonable thought. Hedwig has succeeded and there’s nothing you can do about it. She has a monopoly over you and doesn’t plan to let you go anytime soon.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere fics #yandere stories #yandere oc x you #yandere female #hedwig oc #possesive yandere #tw yandere #male reader

[diminuel]

Destiel Hanahaki: both of them have it but Cas’s angel powers keep them from growing in his vessel and one of the big issues Cas had as a human all alone was his flowers starting to grow, and it’s another reason he kept stealing Grace even tho it was killing him, the flowers would also without the Grace so might as well right?

And Cas knows Dean has developed it, probably around season 6, so clearly it’s about Lisa. Cas tells Dean about Dean’s affliction when Dean asks him to erase Lisa’s memories but Dean insists (and Dean knows his flowers aren’t for her, they started once he began missing Cas who was being all weird and distant and then the betrayal and then the lake…). Cas heals Dean’s lungs consistently, he’s asked Dean if he wants Castiel to fully remove them like the surgery would, roots and feelings and all, but Dean the stubborn, loving man that Cas knows he is refuses the full procedure, only asks that the symptoms be treated.

(It’s one of the reasons Dean goes so off the rails when Cas dies or disappears, the longer Cas is away the more the flowers strangle his lungs, because contrary to the usual movement of the disease, where being around the object of one’s unrequited love usually speeds up the process, Dean’s flowers are more content when Cas is around and this makes Cas REALLY not suspect they are for him, Dean truly is one of a kind.

Jack watched in curious horror as he watches the roots only he can see slowly strangle Dean as he waters the flowers with bitterness, alcohol, and a broken heart. Sam tries asking Jack to heal his brother, who he watches cough up orchids and extinct flowers, and ancient plants that predate flowers, but there’s nothing the Nephil can do. Billie sent Dean back into the world of the living with a pruning just before Cas’s return, who didn’t see how bad Dean got away from him in such short amount of time. )

When Cas goes to the Empty, he heals Dean one last time, hoping Dean will one day either go find Lisa or have the surgery to finally heal himself, not knowing he’s only delayed Dean’s death by a few months, not by a rusty nail in a barn, but a broken heart and a jungle in his chest.

(Over the years there have been “allies” and enemies and even a desperate Sam that have tried covert, magical, and usually effective ways removing the roots and feelings fully. Crowley, Rowena, Ketch, and even Naomi and Amara have tried demon, witch, MoL, medical, and angelic treatments to either save this idiot against his consent or to sever his connection to Cas, but these treatments, powerful and usually 100% affective, don’t work to their bafflement)

No MCD (at least none that is permanent) allowed on this blog! X3

Hanahaki is a trope that completely passed me by. I vaguely know what it is but I haven't read a fic about it yet.

In any case!! I don't know if Cas would think that Dean's still mourning Lisa that many years on? Also, what would happen to Lisa in this circumstance? Wouldn't Cas have seen that she doesn't have the flowers? (Or doesn't it have to be mutual? Like some sort of soulmate thing?)

But I don't know enough to really contribute ideas to this scenario, apart from the "NO MCD! *Rowena voice* Fix it!" *lol*

#Anon #Diminuel replies #Destiel

[skye-huntress]

I’m in Love with the Villainess Reaction

Episode 11

Okay, but why was Rai so late? Surely they’ve been doing this morning routine long enough she shouldn’t have overslept. There’s never an explanation of this, so I wonder if Rae is actually late or if Manaria gets there that much earlier.

“You know, this might be a good opportunity for you to get over Miss Claire.” Blasphemer! Heretic! What kind of best friend are you, Misha? Sure, you two have barely spent any time together since Rae spends all day with Claire and all night doing other nonsense, and she has all these secrets lately, and where was I going with this?

No, no, don’t “put up with it”, fight back! Even if she is trying to provoke you, that doesn’t mean a response isn’t warranted. Just be smart about it so you don’t fall into a trap.

In the game, Manaria was the protagonist’s ally in love specifically. It’s only in Rae’s twisted view that she could be considered in enemy in the first place. Now, this Manaria is behaving differently, but keep in mind that Rae long abandoned the role of “protagonist”. How can Manaria fill her expected role, if Rae has given up on love?

So long as Claire is happy, right? Nothing else matters, not even your own feelings, or your own happiness.

Oh yeah, those two, Pipi and Loretta, still exist. By this point, the novels had already completely forgotten them. The manga is still keeping them around so far.

So the Scales weigh the offerings based on how difficult they are to obtain. The Flower of Flora is the offering known to be the heaviest so it stands to reason it would be “difficult” to obtain, unless you’re an incredibly OP magic user like Manaria.

I was wondering if it would be brought up, since they’re sprinkling information a little at a time instead of one big info dump. Rae doesn’t like “Poesie Amour” as a love story and I kind of agree with her to an extent. Why let the scales decide for you rather than take the initiative yourself?

I wouldn’t be surprised if Manaria knew the pot was already empty. If nothing else, she could easily check the current volume with a bit of subtle wind magic.

Huh, wonder what those two are up to. They’re either running towards Rae, or away from Manaria.

Wow, Claire, I’m surprised you noticed anything about Rae at all, given you’ve only had eyes for Manaria who is intentionally monopolising your time.

Manaria just called Claire out and it went right over her head.

Ah, I think I know why Pepi and Loretta are so freaked out. Even if they haven’t spent much time with Manaria, I’m sure there are plenty of rumours and stories circulating among nobles of both Kingdoms. The funny thing is, Rae should know all those details herself, but any information from the game that didn’t seem useful to her goals has probably been forgotten by now.

Despite her behaviour, Manaria has a point. Romantic love isn’t so selfless, if Rae is truly in love with Claire, then that means she wants to be the one that makes Claire happy, and to have the love returned. Yet, Rae hasn’t tried to form a relationship with Claire, if anything she has kept a certain distance between them. So as Manaria says, either her feelings aren’t nearly as strong as she claims, or she’s a coward.

Claire, you seem nervous for some reason, I wonder who for.

The scary thing about multi-casters, combining multiple elements into even more powerful attacks. Unfortunately that doesn’t just apply to Rae.

Rod, of course she was holding back against you! You’re far too weak to have lasted long in a duel if she had.

Rae started aggressive and busted out all her best, most powerful spells, but as OP as she is, Manaria is several magnitudes above her level.

We’ve seen the attacks Rae could wield with two elements, now we see what happens when you combine all four. They made it look even more brutal than in the manga. Since Dominator turns the target’s own magic against them, it stands to reason the more powerful they are the more damage it does, so it’s incredibly effective against Rae with an Exceptional Aptitude for two elements

It was excessive, but there’s a purpose behind Manaria’s brutality. It makes it all the more clearly that Rae could never have beaten her in a magic duel. Cocytus is Rae’s most powerful attack, and there isn’t much she can do to get stronger on her own.

Claire obviously cares about Rae, it’s just too bad she doesn’t make that clearer. Maybe then, Rae would have had the courage to do things properly.

And now Rae’s spirit has been crushed. This next part is not going to be fun.

ED is a little early this time. We have another four and half minutes of episode left.

It seems seeing Rae hurt has made a bit protective of her, and she’s not even hiding it. Unfortunately Rae is no longer in a state of mind to recognise or appreciate it.

Hey, Claire, remember that whole “love is blind” thing? Seriously, you’re the only person in the whole school who seems clueless about what’s going on.

“I am not some thing to be won!” says the girl who was just defending “Poesie Amour” a little while ago, you know, a story that is all about two men competing over a girl. Look, I get she is angry, and say she has every right to be. I’m just pointing out the hypocrisy.

Claire, I’d advise you against pushing her any further the state she is in… and you just threatened to fire her… and she called your bluff.

Well, as bad as this looks, the arc isn’t over yet. That said, those two idiots aren’t going to figure things out on their own.

#i’m in love with the villainess #i'm in love with the villainess

[idecidedtowriteig]

Sweet Nothings

Gar Logan x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff (tiny bit of angst)

I do not write NSFW

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His eyes were a dazzling honey brown, that you could just stare into for hours on end. His smile was ravishingly alluring, to you so at least, but you could see the others agree when they looked at him just the same– not much so as in love– but more so in delight. He cheered everyone up, and you were totally head over heels for him, not that you would admit it anyway– only in the deepest depths of your heart. Or so you thought– but Rachel had accidentally read your mind once– of how much you truly loved and appreciated Gar, so much so that they secretly shipped you and Gar together. 

It was hard for Rachel to not confess what they knew to you and squeal in glee about how cute you and Gar would be together. However, all Rachel had to do– was sit back, relax and wait for the magic of fate to happen (or so help her, Trigon). Fate decided to play its cards for once, and give Rachel, Y/n, and Gar the thing they had all been hoping for…

First it came with a handwritten note…

This had been after Y/n had a hard enough day that they broke down crying in front of everyone. Everything just seemed to go wrong that day, Red Hood and Crane (or the Craniac and Y/n liked to call him) attacked. Just everything seemed to fall apart– and no matter what Y/n did, they thought it was never good enough. But Gar thought it was enough. Dick thought it was enough, Rachel, Donna, Kori, and the others did too. The Titans’ all had each other's back. 

Dick did try to give some words of encouragement– but not without a bit of awkwardness- since it was hard for him to express his emotions himself. Kori gave a great pep talk, Blackfire had tried her best to cheer you up- in her own rigid stiff way– shared about how she conquered her enemies. Rachel talked some, trying to comfort you, but not really knowing how to do that best. Gar felt bad, and didn’t know what to do exactly, either…. So, he decided to leave you a note… 

“Dear Y/n,

I think you did great today, and so does the rest of the team.

 You are one of the sweetest people on this team, and it really 

hurt to see you cry today. I know the Titan's work can be hard,

 it also gets to my mind sometimes. The Jason thing does too, and it hurts how he just left us like that… 

But I want you to know, we’ve all got your back! 

P.S. Also, meet me in the Kitchen later (I'll text you when) I have a surprise!”

-BB (Gar) :)

—

9:00 PM

Beast Boy: I have the surprise ready! :) 

Y/n: I’m on my way :)

—-

Y/n soon entered the kitchen looking around, when they saw a paper sack labeled, "Gotham's Custard & Ice Creamery”' in bold pink and blue letters. They let out a big smile, as Gar grinned happily, “Rachel told me this was your favorite place! And I was trying to find a way to cheer you up…” He blushes a little bit, eyes meeting yours, but then looking bashfully off to the side. 

You beamed in disbelief, “Gar…” you said, smiling and opening the sack to see your favorite ice cream flavor. You smile, “You didn’t have to!” You say hugging him on instinct. Gar smiles delightedly, hugging back, “Well, I knew you just had a hard day….” He laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. 

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you….” He mumbles– but not incoherently to you. 

Then it came with a little trinket of your favorite animal….

You heard a soft knock on your door, soon opening it to see Gar holding a little trinket of your favorite animal. You smiled, wondering for a second why he brought it here, but happy to see him explain– or ramble about why. 

Gar beams happily, “So I saw this at an antique shop I passed by! And isn’t it the cutest thing? It was only 5 dollars and I thought it might make your day better. Plus I know it's your favorite animal, I couldn’t resist.” He laughs sheepishly, handing you the small trinket. 

You stared at it happily and hugged him, “Man, I’m really going to have to start buying you stuff too.” You tease. 

Gar smiles, “On the house?” He laughs. 

At last, it came with a beautiful red rose…

Gar smiles, holding out a rose, “Look at this! It almost matches the color of your– lips… Not to be weird or anything!– Anyway, it just looks… pretty like you…” He grins, handing the rose to you– you noticed he had cut off the thorns beforehand.  Gar smiles, “I uh– also have something to ask you. I’m sorry if this makes everything weird….” He laughs nervously. 

His face soon turns a light shade of pink as he gulps, then asks you confidently, “Y/n… will you go on a date with me? I mean, would you uhh… possibly?” You smiled at his cute antics and cupped his face gently with your hand, “Of course, Gar! You mean the world to me!” 

Rachel totally wasn’t watching you from the window and fangirling….. Totally not… 

#gar logan #rachel roth #titans #gar logan x reader #gar x reader #fanfiction #fluff #titans x reader #dick grayson #kori anders #blackfire #beast boy #beast boy x reader #dc titans #dc titans fanfiction #titans fluff #tv: titans #jason todd #damian wayne #bruce wayne #nightwing #robin #raven #fluff x reader #fluff fluff fluff #gar #garfield logan #koriand'r #komand'r #teen titans

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 1014

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

AN2: Sorry it's been so long. Feel free to kick my butt ❤

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Ten

The vibration of the plane reverberated throughout her head. They say a long flight was good for thinking and although their time in the sky wasn’t the longest, she had ever spent up here. It had given her too much time to think.

 

In times like these Gabby liked to keep busy. Insanely busy. Too busy to think about the pain and the grief and the why. Too busy to blame herself for everything but instead she was stuck in a giant tin can with a body lying next to her.

 

She would have done it. She would have taken him out but in the moment when Gunner was in front of her. All she could think about was Sebastian and how he would beg her not too. It wasn’t a lack of commitment, and it certainly wasn’t a lack of hatred.

 

When it came to hatred and anger, people were either fire or ice. It was either over extremely fast or agonizingly slow.

 

Gabby was ice.

 

If she could have her time over. She would have taken everything from him, including his clothes and left him to the jungle and all the dangers that lived there.

 

Maybe that was the reason she froze.

 

She still hadn’t cried, and she didn’t feel like she was going too. She had too much to do. Although her To-Do list was long, she had wished the flight to Canada was longer. There was something about being still that felt right in the moment.

 

When they got to the cabin and fished the money over the boarder. Gabby wanted to crawl up in a ball and crawl under the covers. She wasn’t going to move for a fortnight. She called it exhaustion because she refused to call in grief

 

She wasn’t ready for that yet.

 

She reached over and held Will’s leg before leaning in closer to him

“Do we need to find transport when we landed?”

“Should be three vans waiting for us. Don’t worry”

“Still have to figure out how to get it over the boarder without too much attention”.

“Disguises” he joked

“Glasses and fake moustache?”

“Mullet wigs”

“Listen, if anyone is wearing ‘The Tina Tuner’ it’s me”

“I was thinking the ‘Jon Bon Jovi’ myself”

“Nice choice”

“Gabs, if you wanted to leave the rest to us. No one won’t think anything of it. You’ve done enough”.

“You trying to get rid of me, William?”

“Taking care of you”

“I’m with you guys till the job is done or until the wheels fall off”  she smiled sadly “I’m stronger then I look”

“No doubt about it”

He watched her think for a few seconds. Watching the clogs spinning before squeezed his leg

“I’ve changed my mind”

“Oh yeah?”

“I don’t want the ‘Tina Turner’. I want the ‘Jem’”

“Reeeealllyyy”

“I really wanted those pink pumps when I was a kid”

“We’ll just need to find a pink ‘Tina Turner’. Easy fixed”

“Who’s ‘Jem’?”

They both turned and stared a Benny shocked. He wasn’t that much younger than them but Gabby felt older in a split second

“Truly outrageous” Will shook his head before Gabby’s’ laughter flooded the plane, even over the noise of landing.

 

#

 

It wasn’t like they had forgotten about the dead body bleeding out in the cargo area. Gunner had been right there the whole time but with the money was gone and nothing was left but his body on the floor.

 He was kinda hard to ignore

“Wish I had something to tie him to Rojas or at least something drug related”

“I’m sure there some drug residue somewhere on this thing” Pope told her magically appearing beside her “Who knows where Gunner got this thing from. Plus he’ll be on some watch list now the cops are after him”

“Just would be nice to tie this thing up in a big bow that’s all and get the heat off you”

“We’re almost there”

 “Baby?” Frankie questioned walking into the back of the plane “Was this you?”

“Was what, me?”

He handed her a leather organizer jam packed with papers. She stared at it confused as she went through it all. It was invoices and hand written budgets. Contracts, bank statements and job advertisements for chefs and wait staff.

“Is that a blueprint?” Pope asked gently taking it from the stack

“Seb made us a paper trail incase we get into trouble”

“He was always thorough” Frankie said quietly

She zipped the organizer up “Who’s in the first van?”

“We are” Frankie smiled at her “You’re the only one who knows the address”

“Head to the Saint Louis Moonstone Ski resort in Ontario and I’ll lead you the rest of the way”

Pope walked off the plane first leaving Frankie and Gabby alone. She didn’t realize but she hugged the organizer as she stared down at Gunner.

She had seen dead bodies before but it was the first time she had wanted to kick a dead body. She wanted to kick the crap out of it, she didn’t know why. Gunner was well beyond feeling anything. Maybe the kicking was for her benefit.

The heavy feeling on her chest, the one she had since talking in broken Spanish to the police. The weight she had felt, it was only getting heavier.

“I should have never gotten you involved” Frankie told her softly “This would have never have happened”

“Frankie” she chuckled sadly “You should have never stolen a plane and flown it over the Congo but you did. Life is full of should haves, would haves and could haves. It’s the ones you choice to focus on that matter”

“Gab”

“Losing Seb. It sucks” she laughed again because the words were too small for what she was feeling, it was comical “I would have never forgiven myself if I didn’t go when you needed me. If I lost you. If Rojas finds you. THAT. I would not survive”

“I love you too”

“I’m driving”

“Yes, dear” he laughed

He followed her off the plane and they both never looked back

#frankie morales #romanticism #santiago garcia #triple frontier #will miller #benny miller #netflix #santiago garcia x oc #ben miller #pedro pascal #charlie hunnam #oscar isaac #garrett hedlund

[bohemian-nights]

I’d like to in advance apologize for ranting it just seems to me that you may be one of the few people who actually like Nettles 😊. So I’m not gonna lie I was expecting more from the trailer(s). I mean I knew I wasn’t gonna get to see Nettles (I genuinely am obsessed with the idea of her being the only non-Valyrian dragonrider, I’m equally obsessed with stories in general when people (especially women) live in a society that usually counts them out or that they’re very low in the food chain in to becoming powerful + gaining agency and respect, and it heals my inner black girl when I see black women in fantasy) (anything to be honest because it seems as though we’re always done wrong either by narrative or fandom) (I’m also not opposed to her being a “witch” because if done properly it could be done in an interesting thing and tie into the magic that was used in the beginning to tie dragons to people) (though knowing this fandom they’d probably start coming up with their special “takes” about how she tricked/ r/ped Daemon into being with her 🙄 and will block you if you point out that’s the same thing they praise Alys Rivers for allegedly doing (I say allegedly because that’s awful and truly horrific and I hope neither Nettles or Alys are shown doing this) (speaking of Nettles and Daemon….🫠 lol I don’t really like Daemon (I’m 50/50 on book!Daemon mostly because I don’t get to know what he’s thinking which created a disconnect and I don’t like show!Daemon at all. He did a lot for a little in my opinion, and because I don’t know his thought process he just kinda comes off as a bit of a c*nt just to be one because it makes him “edgy” and a “bad boy” and while I don’t find Matt Smith unattractive he’s not exactly what I consider to be such a panty dropper that I can like Daemon) the age gap and power dynamic also raised both my eye brows but at the end of the day it’s fantasy, so different rules apply, and most importantly despite the discourse over certain (platonic, romantic, or sexual) aspects of their relationship it’s very clear that the two cared/loved one another) (anyway 🤞🏾 we’ll get her next season) but it seemed as though for the Team Green and Team Black trailers they just showed the same scenes in different order. And while there’s a lot more dragon action going on, it doesn’t feel like dialogue from different scenes forming a compelling trailer it feels as though multiple characters are just narrating I don’t know maybe I’m reaching. And personally I’m neither Team Green or Team Black but I still liked Team Green’s trailer more especially when Aegon (looking completely unhinged) said “to war then.” I don’t know I just remember thinking “he looks crazy as shit” lol. In general I’m kinda 50/50 with HOTD. I watched the first season because I like fantasy shows and at that point I had just finished up GOT and was getting started on the books. So having no prior knowledge to how it was gonna go it was entertaining enough. Then I read Fire and Blood (which interestingly enough I didn’t know was a history book….🫠) and was really invested in how they were going to adapt the actual Dance and I feel like I’m just getting into the ASOIAF fandom (steered clear of it back in the day because it seemed too unhinged) but it seems completely unhinged, misogynistic, racist, and really odd when it comes to the subject of blood purity.

Aww thank you and I don’t mind the ranting.

The Nettles fandom is extremely small, and I'm off in my little corner of said fandom because I think I’m the only Nettles fan who genuinely loves Daemon(which is fun).

He is a lot though and their relationship is somewhat problematic, but yeah you have to keep in mind that this is all just fantasy. And you can’t forget that Daemon does care for her and he is the one who saves her. The good ultimately outweighs the bad in their relationship.

That being said, Nettles is a fantastic character in her own right and deserves all of her props. And yeah it’s nice to see a Black girl in the medieval fantasy genre, but irregardless of race, she falls into my favorite category of characters for women.

Been through a lot, people doubt them, and yet they still overcome and get their happily ever after, sign me up 🙌🏽

As far as the witch thing goes, it could be interesting, but I find it cliché and ultimately demeaning and limiting. Not only because of the situation with Daemon(turning her into some Jezebel is a no-go), but it also takes away from her claiming of Sheepstealer. Instead of her wit she has to have used magic because there is no way someone like her could claim a dragon.

That would ruin the essence of a character that is supposed to show that it’s not our blood or some supernatural superpower that makes us, it’s us.

Honestly, I don’t think that the show will go this way with her character since they’ve already faced backlash for what they did with Laena, Rhaena, and Baela back in season 1. Playing into another trope with a Black-ish woman(voodoo mama Jezebel) will only make them look all the more like the racist jackasses they are.

Now for the trailer and upcoming season, It doesn’t spark any excitement within me. The show as a whole is just kinda meh(and the lack of Nettles isn’t helping).

HOTD is a far cry from the early days of GOT(which followed much more closely to the books). There is the issue that the show is based on historical text, but not everything in that was a lie like the show is trying to claim.

I don’t like the blatant whitewashing being done and then claiming they’re championing diversity and female empowerment while treating all their Black, particularly the Black-ish female characters, like shit.

Lastly there is the fandom. While racism and misogynoir are not limited to the HOTD fandom these fans really do act batshit insane.

I can’t take anybody who claims that a Black character should be cut because there are already enough Black people on the show then starts crying when they get called out for their racism and claiming they are being wrongly accused seriously.

And of course, we can’t forget the ones trying to save Nettles from the evil white man—while completely ignoring the one who tries to turn her into a hate crime statistic for the sake of the sisterhood…

(That is all I can say without being metaphorically stoned for not pushing Nettles under the bus for a racist white woman who tried to kill her so I'll leave it there, feminism am I right).

As I have said before, if I wasn’t already here I’d take one look at this hellhole, and a running I’d go, but alas. I am unfortunately invested in this circus so here I am 🤷🏽‍♀️

#bnasks #bnask #nettles #house of the dragon #anti hotd #yes I’m still bitching about this but until Nettles is on my screen I will continue to bitch about things🤷🏽‍♀️ #dettles #daemon targaryen x nettles

[rachey899]

Storm

So it's been a hot minute! I am still writing!

This is a short from a novel I am currently writing but wanted to flesh out some characters and play with setting, plus this scene had been dancing in my head for weeks and needed to happen now!

The story is about a gang of pirates who steal an important crystal from a Fae village. Skye is sent to stow away on the ship to retrieve the crystal and return home. She is given a crystal fragment to aid her that holds enough glamour to disguise her as a human for thirty days, given she doesn't use magic, or it will drain faster.

However, she didn't account for the possibility of actually liking the crew or falling for their handsome Captain Blaine. Things take a turn when a storm approaches and Skye is forced to either reveal her true form and save the ship or let the crew and the crystal perish at sea.

Approx. 3200 words

A Sword and Skye short story

A Pirate Fairy romance

I stood beside him as he grasped the helm of the Sea Raven, the wind rifled through his dark wavy hair and when he caught my eyes with his deep brown ones he smiled. A warm look that seeped right through me. I fingered the crystal fragment that hung on a chain and rested just below my throat, it didn’t pulse strongly as it had done before, it was weak, I was running out of time.

Sensing my apprehension his expression quickly changed from boyish joy to concern, and that hurt my heart even more.

“What’s with the long face? We’re free thanks to you, cheer up Skye.” Blaine wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into his chest, my head fit perfectly under his chin, I fit perfectly to him, but it wouldn’t stay this way.

“Nothing Blaine, I’m okay just…” I let out a breath, enjoying his encompassing presence. “We are ten days from Crestwind Harbour and I’m not looking forward to the goodbye.”

It was a half truth, I would be saying goodbye to him, my journey ended when we would hit the shore and I would take the large quartz crystal back to my village where it belonged, where I belonged. Though it didn’t really feel like I belonged there anymore, I felt so very comfortable right where I was now, right here with Blaine.

“You know you don’t have to say goodbye right?” He turned me in his arms placing a finger under my chin to tilt my head up to look at him, I wouldn’t cry.

“I know we promised to get you somewhere safe, but we ARE safe, you’d be safe here with us, there’s nothing stopping you.”

Oh, but there was so much stopping me, once he knew who I truly was, he’d drop me like a hot rock, not to mention I HAD to go back home. My village was depending on me to return the crystal that these pirates, my friends, had stolen.

“A pirate’s life is not for me.” I whispered, a small smirk quirking at the corner of my mouth as I played on the words the crew had sung numerous times over the last couple of weeks.

“Respectfully, I disagree.” He quirked an eyebrow and smirked, lowering his face to mine so that our noses were touching, I breathed in the miniscule space left between us.

“There’s nothing respectful about you.” I countered, my smile broadening, teasing.

“Is that so?” He teased back, his hand gliding down my back to my waist before travelling further down and giving my rear a playful pinch. “I suppose my reputation proceeds me.”

Gently I placed my hands on his chest and created a space between our bodies, looking up through the lashes of my eyes, I stood on tip toes to give his nose a kiss.

“Promise me you’ll think about it?” He whispered before leaning down further to plant a kiss to my lips. I kissed him back wondering if it may be the last time I ever get to do that before reluctantly breaking away and stepping back.

“I promise.”

I turned back around then with my back to his chest, soaking in his warmth as his arms raised to take the helm and steer the ship north-east towards our destination. His large hands found mine and he guided them to the wheel, gently applying pressure this way and that, he was showing me how to sail a ship.

I smiled, basking in the joy that he got from sailing, the wind billowing around us, the smell of salt and wood, it did feel like freedom, no wonder he loved this so much. Though I said a pirate’s life was not for me, I didn’t believe that, for once I felt comfortable right where I was and this way of life was so tempting and so exciting, maybe in another life, a life where I was human, this could have been me.

 “CAPTAIN! STORMS BREWIN FROM THE WEST!”

Blain turned in the direction that Malakai had indicated and indeed it was getting quite dark behind us, the clouds overhead were moving in a north-easterly direction and moving fast, the storm would reach us before long.

I peeked over my shoulder to gauge Blaine’s expression, and it had become one of stone and focus, the same way he’d looked at me when I had first been discovered stowed away in the scullery all those weeks ago. Calculating and focused.

“Jasper, take Skye below deck.” He passed me off to Jasper, the older greying man who had found me in his scullery, the cook who strived so hard to make sure the men were well fed and healthy.

“All hands lads! We’re heading due East, there’s a chance the storm could miss us!” Blaine began barking orders, getting the main sail up, his plan was to skirt the edge of the storm, avoiding the eye, there was no time for us to get out of the way before it was on top of us.

I followed Jasper below deck, I made my way to the captain’s quarters where I could see through the window to watch the oncoming storm as energy pulsed in my bones. I wanted to help, I COULD help, this was my affinity after-all, the pulse and energy of a storm coursed through me, I could control it, I could steer it away from us, weaken it.

I could only do all of those things if I revealed that I was in fact not human, a dangerous idea to play with.

I grit my teeth as a particularly aggressive wave rushed up to meet the bow of the ship obscuring my view momentarily, it was gaining on us quickly. Lightening crackled though the violet sky and I could no longer stand silently and watch, the wind changed direction and I could see the eye, there was no outrunning this thing.

I climbed the stairs sloppily cursing the weight of my human body as it flung me into the wooden walls of the ship, there would be a bruise there tomorrow. I pushed the hatch open and stumbled onto the deck. Instantly drenched, the deck was flooded and getting pummeled with rain and wave.

Blaine was barking orders over the roar of the wind and the crew were scrambling about pulling tightly on rigging and pulleys, trying in vain to keep the ship steady and on course. I weaved through them all and headed for the mast, my plan wasn’t a great one but if I could get to the bird’s nest at the top, I could use my last remaining magic to steer the storm away just long enough for us to be clear of it.

No one would see me as I reverted to my Fae form and perhaps, I could hide on the ship unseen until we reached Crestwind Harbour. I tightened the belt around my loosely fitting blouse and grabbed the rigging, pulling myself upwards, this would be much easier if I could just fly up there.

I’d made it halfway up, my plan going well until we were hit with a rogue wave, pushing the ship almost all the way over onto its side, I held on for dear life as gravity pulled my legs from the rope ladder, and I white knuckled the slick rope to prevent me from being thrown into the angry sea that my feet were just brushing.

“SKYE!” Blaine’s voice bellowed out around the storm, shit, I had been hoping he wouldn’t spot me, I closed my eyes as the ship righted itself to a stand and my feet found rope once again. I didn’t look down; I kept my eyes upwards and kept going.

“SKYE!”

Keep going, keep going.

I heaved myself onto the circular platform on the top and raised my arms, not wasting a second more.

Immediately my body felt calm as it was flooded with power, I could no longer tell whether or not the energy was coming from my crystal fragment or from the core of the storm, but I used it.

My body began to glow softly until it reached my fingertips and sharp sparks of power bursts from me, gliding along the wind and amongst the clouds, I giggled with the storm, enjoying the way the waves moved with our synchronized energy. Speaking to the storm as though we were old childhood friends, I understood the storm and the joy that it revered in when its energy manifested in a peak of power.

I then gently reminded the storm that a ship was sailing below them, the storm felt guilt briefly before it assured me that the ship was merely in its way, and it was up to fate as to whether or not the crew on board would survive. I pushed gently and reminded the storm of my own origin and what was being held within the ship.

We came to an agreement and the wind changed direction again, this time away from the Sea Raven and the many souls aboard.

I fell out of the storms consciousness and sank to the wet platform below me, the wind died down, the clouds began to dissipate, and I whispered a thank-you, smiling up at the sky as the last of my power was drained from me. Looking at the sky above I could ignore the fact that the world was growing larger around me, that was until an earthquake caused by a giant’s boot slammed down a mere few inches from my body.

“SKYE!” Blaine’s voice had always been loud and powerful, commanding, but this was something else, I clasped my hands over my ears and rolled away from him, I hoped I may be able to hide under the nearby rope before he spotted me, but I was running out of my quota of luck today.

Getting to my feet my wings buzzed to life, but they were damp and heavy, I began to sprint toward the rope narrowly avoiding another footstep crashing behind me.

“What the-“

I ducked under the rope, breathing heavily and not daring to peek upwards, I’d been spotted, I’d been seen by Blaine himself.

I cursed my stupidity for not finding a more secure and hidden location, but I held no regrets about what I’d done. The storm had been powerful and unforgiving, it would have claimed them had I not intervened.

I clenched my eyes shut as a large and powerful hand extended toward me at an alarming speed. A tear spilling down my cheek as the giant appendages wrapped around my body pinning my arms down. Though, thankfully leaving my wings to hang over his knuckles and buzz uselessly against his thick fingers.

The wind swept past me quickly and I imagine I was being brought up to his face, but I couldn’t bring myself to look, I didn’t want to see him this way.

“Skye?” His voice was lower now, it didn’t rattle my bones but still reverberated the air around me.

I finally opened my eyes and was greeted with the stern and confused face of a man I had been falling in love with. Water beaded down his sun kissed skin, tanned from spending more than half his life at sea, his brown eyes larger than I had ever seen them before, I now noticed had small flecks of a vibrant green through them.

His hair hung wet about his face, dripping and slightly curled at the ends, my eyes then flicked to his lips, two plump cushions wet with sea water that my own lips used to fit so perfectly and now almost spanned the length of my whole body.

“Answer me Skye, what did you do?” His voice now a low growl, I must have missed what he said before, too overwhelmed with our vast differences now and grieving the loss of my friend, now that my true identity was revealed.

“I-I moved it away… t-the storm…” My response was weak, and I cursed my quivering body for making me appear even more pathetic than I felt in that moment.

“Did you bring on the storm?” His eyes were sharp and piercing and my heart fluttered against the tight grip of his fingers.

“W-what!?” I shrieked, he couldn’t possibly think I brought the storm here, that I intended it to kill them, did he truly think I would do something like that, especially since we had become so close?

“Did you conjure the storm?”

I was speechless, now that he’d seen me for who I really am, everything else was washed away, any trust I had gained was gone, my body deflated at the idea, and I tried desperately to convince him otherwise.

“No, Blaine, I swear, I-I moved it away.”

“Here yar captain.” Malakai had climbed up behind Blaine and handed him a small wooden cage, my eyes bugged, he wouldn’t.

Malakai avoided my gaze as he handed off the circular cage to his captain, his expression void of emotion and wrinkled with the lingering nervousness that the close call of the storm brought.

With one hand Blaine pulled out a set of keys from his pants pocket and opened the cage, his other hand then began to move me toward the opening, my legs kicked at his fingers, but he didn’t slow.

“Blaine please! You know me! D-don’t lock me up…” I’d started strong but my voice faded as I was dumped inside, the door closed shut and locked immediately, ignoring anything more I had to say. I curled in on myself and whimpered pitifully, my heart lay in pieces, my body weak and drained of any magic to defend myself and the tears came as freely as the storm had.

The journey to the Captains Quarters was a blur, I ignored the gasps of the crew I’d once called friends, Blaine didn’t say another word as he placed the cage on his desk and then left the room. Presumably to clean up the deck, check for damages and re-set the course that the ship had drifted from.

During that time, I felt my body grow numb with hurt, and finally succumbed to sleep.

When I woke it was dark within the cabin save for the warm glow from an oil lantern on Blaine’s desk, looking around, it didn’t take me long to find Blaine’s own unconscious form resting on his desk. His head gently laying on its side over crossed arms that were littered with scars, healed from fights long past.

I could almost imagine that nothing had changed, looking at him there, so peaceful in his sleep with his now dry wavy hair gently sweeping his closed eyes. I wanted to reach out and brush his hair from his face gently before pressing a kiss to his forehead and silently wishing him a blissful night sleep, but everything had changed.

Gripping the bars with my hands I wondered how best to play this out, to ensure my own safety, to convince him that I was still me, that I hadn’t meant to deceive him, and that I would need to return home with the crystal they had stolen. Nothing came to mind that would end well for me, so I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I was strong regardless of the cage I was kept in or that my body was drained of magic.

“Blaine!” I yelled, my arms were shaking but I willed them to still, I hadn’t played damsel in distress this entire time, I wasn’t about to succumb to that now.

His eyes blinked briefly, lifting his head off the sturdy oak desk his eyes zeroed in on me, narrowing in distrust.

“Your awake.” He stated, voice scratchy from sleep.

“We need to talk.” I said sternly, his glower deepened, and I almost lost my nerve again but took another deep breath and steadied myself.

“Let’s start with the real reason you stowed away on my ship.” He countered, I had been prepared to answer questions, and I was going to be truthful with him this time, he deserved that much, even if it cost me my life.

I explained all the events that had led me to where I was standing right now, why the village had sent a scavenger to sneak onto the dreaded Sea Raven, why the crystal was so important to us and why it needed to be returned. I explained about the glamour in the crystal fragment that I wore, and how the magic within it had been drained in my attempt to save the ship.

I hadn’t meant to grow attached to the crew or to Blaine, I hadn’t wanted to lie about any of it, now more than anything I wanted to make things right for everyone.

“I wanted to tell you Blaine, but I was in too deep, and I didn’t know how to dig myself out.”

“Why should I believe anything you say, you’ve been lying to us since day one.” He growled, he didn’t seem as angry anymore though, only hurt seemed to be swimming in his eyes now.

“You have no reason to, I just want to do the right thing, I care about the crew, I know they need the money you’ll get from the crystal, but I also know my village depends on this crystal to protect us. Without it we are vulnerable…” Exactly like how I was feeling right now, but I continued.

“And I care about you.” I said softly, my eyes met his and he looked away. “When you asked me to stay, I wanted to, I made a promise to you, but I also made a promise to my people, and they are depending on me. I don’t know what to do Blaine.”

He closed his eyes, head still turned away from me and he took a deep breath as if giving himself the strength to speak.

“I can’t return that crystal.” He said finally after what felt like a lifetime of silence. “But we can return you home.”

I let out a sigh of relief, that was more mercy than I had been expecting, I decided to push my dwindling luck a little further.

“What if we trade you something more valuable?” His interest peaked then, and he lowered his face closer to my cage, causing me to take a few steps backwards.

“Like what?” He challenged.

“We have lived on that island for centuries, collected treasures from kings and queens, lost fortunes that wash up or have been gifted to us, a treasure more valuable than any crystal could provide for you.” I smiled then as his eyes lit up with intrigue, contemplating.

“I’ll think about it.” He said, almost teasing me with the words I had said to him only a few hours before everything had gone wrong.

He hesitated only briefly before opening the door to the cage and allowing me to step out onto the desk. He held a hand before me, his index finger extended toward me, a peace offering, a deal.

“Promise?” I said, my hand grasping the tip of his finger as he gently shook my hand.

 His soft smile was all I needed to know that things could be healed between us, perhaps I really could make things right, the crew would get the money they needed, and my village would get our crystal returned.

There was a teasing smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he solidified our deal.

“Promise.”

#gt #gianttiny #giant/tiny #g/t #giant #tiny #gtfluff #sizedifference #Pirate #Fairy #Fae #Pirate/fairy #someangst #Sword and Skye #Skye #Blaine #Skye and Blaine

[writerfae]

Hi! So, I came up with an idea. I have no clue how it would work with the lore, but I wrote a little something for it!

Corrupted/ Feral/ Monster Aiden au (working name)

The idea is that somehow Aiden's seer powers get currupted, become too strong, and they transform him/ drive him a little crazy. This, of course, creates delicious angst when the others see him!

Here's what I wrote! I hope you like it!

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The boy was slender, wrappet in shadows like children in a blanket. He looked more like a sketch then a real person, like his body was mearly drawn, but he was there nonetheless.

Black antlers reched up from his head, up and up to the skies. Set atop them was a single, peaceful crow.

He had a cape, long, beautiful, warm. Except maybe it wasn't a cape at all. It was impossible to tell, for it moved, black feathers falling from it every second like coal that pretends to be snow.

His eyes glowed bright and gold, the only color on his shadowy figure. If you looked closely they seemed just a hair too big, making him look as innocent as a doe in one moment, and as threatening as a vicious owl in the next.

From his expression it seemed as though he was not comprehending anything and at the same time, maybe comprehending too mutch.

Oh I greatly approve of this au idea! I love what you wrote for it, it gave me chills to imagine Aiden losing himself like that. And I agree that the angst in this would be wonderful.

I think it can fit into the lore, too.

As you know, it’s possible for magic and its users to get corrupted. It happened with the Alderking.

If a person gets more magic than meant for them, it might do some damage, like causing an imbalance between light and shadow.

While a Seer’s ability is a more tuned down kind of magic, the remains of an older time, it is still made out of the same elemental forces, light and shadow and so these powers and their bearer can still fall victim to corruption/darkness.

Another thing is that their own power can be too much for a person. Especially if it only unlocks later in life and is stronger than expected.

It can make a person more prone to losing their balance. That’s why it is so important to be able to control your powers if you have any.

An example for that is Runa, the Alderking’s daughter. She inherited her father’s magic and even though hers wasn’t as strong as his, it was still strong enough that it needed to be controlled, but Runa never learned that.

Her magic and her father’s blood haunted her all her life until one day she lost her mind over it. Unlike her father she didn’t fall for darkness, she became mad instead.

She was fine one day, completely gone the other, a loving mother most of the times, yet she once tried to kill her son in an hysterical state.

Something that worsened her condition was her father’s dagger. This is another thing, too, certain artifacts can promote corruption.

Like this dagger. Or the Alderking’s sword. Since both of those objects came in touch with great corruption.

So what I’m trying to tell you with this whole info dump (sorry for that xD) Aiden could very well be corrupted or go insane.

He has a great power but hasn’t trained it yet. He suddenly gained a might he didn’t know about and didn’t truly use the whole time but now he has to.

He has the Alderking’s sword, that didn’t just came in touch with corruption, but also functions as an amplifier.

Which means if his power gets unlocked the sword could technically make his power stronger, too strong for him to handle.

Aiden is a mentally strong person, but so was the Alderking. So who says he couldn’t lose his imbalance as well?

And how exactly that imbalance/corruption would look like, who knows? There’s a lot of possibilities there. Forest demons weren’t always forest demons either. It’s a fantasy world after all. So you can run wild with your imagination!

#not me giving you insider information #I don’t think I ever talked about this before #you also didn’t ask for any of this but I wanted to give you a good ground to build on. hope it worked 🙈