#anya in red!!! i'm dead!!!

[sissylittlefeather]

In honor of Halloween...

"Devil in Disguise"

I wrote a vampire fic but PLOT TWIST Elvis isn't the vampire.

YOU ARE!

Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI!!!! Kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), a little girl on girl action, threesome (MFF), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also vampire bites and blood drinking

A/N: this was a fun stretch for me. Please let me know what you think!

Inspired by these pics:

You've honestly forgotten how many years you've been a vampire. You know you were turned at the end of the American Civil War as a means of survival for your children, who are all dead now anyway. After your youngest passed, you moved to France. You followed the American soldiers here in 1944, since they had literally been your bread and butter since you were turned. Now, the war was over, but your job as a dancer at the Moulin Rouge was too good to leave and there was still a steady stream of young men, and even soldiers at times, to keep you well-fed and young(ish)-looking. You had been 33 when you were turned, so that was your permanent age, but when you were well-fed the men assumed you were younger and never bothered to ask if you weren't.

None of the other dancers knew what you were except for Anya, who was also like you and had been a refugee after the Russian revolution. While she was younger, she had become your closest friend in the years since you'd come to Paris.

She was the one who alerted you to the presence of one Elvis Presley in the spring of 1959. You'd seen him on television and knew he was in Germany with the Army, but you hadn't expected him to show up here.

"He's on furlough. The girls are fighting over who will get to be with him first." Anya whispers to you as you get dressed. Luckily you've learned to understand her thick accent. She knew you were always looking for a new challenge and she preferred rich, older gentlemen, so she wasn't interested in this boy, as she thought of him.

"Oh, Anya, I don't know. I'm exhausted and he's sure to be surrounded by photographers and fans. It'll be hard to get him alone."

"You're tired because..." she leans in and speaks softly, "you need to feed. And how fun would he be?"

"Maybe. I don't want to compel him, though. That's too easy."

"Then don't. Go out there and show these little girls how a woman works." She slaps your ass and gives you a wink before walking to line up for the opening dance.

******

After your dances are finished, you're sent to mingle with the men in the club and see if you can't score a few extra tips. You see the throng of people and assume that must be where he is. Swinging your hips as you walk, you move to a spot in his eye line, but far enough away to not draw the attention of the crowd. He's got dancers all around him and he must've kissed a half dozen of them already, but you recognize the look in his eye. It's the same look you have on most nights. He's hungry for a challenge, something new and exciting and not the same girls falling at his feet.

That's when his eyes meet yours. They lock for a good thirty second before his gaze moves down your body. He takes in your black and red bodice and fishnet hose, all the way down to the black heels on your feet and back up again to the feathers stuck in your hair. But you know what he wants, so you pull your eyes away from his magnetic stare and start to walk away, a look of disinterest on your face.

You move slowly across the room, talking and flirting with patrons as you do. Still, you can feel his eyes on you, tracking you like a predator with prey. Little does he know, he's the prey in this scenario and he's falling perfectly into your snare.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch him dismissing the girls around him and trying to shake the crowd that follows him, assuring them he'll be right back. But you know better. Once he's yours, he'll be yours for the night.

You keep making your way around the room until you feel a soft hand on your shoulder and a voice in your ear.

"You runnin' away from me, mama?" You turn to face him with a bored smile.

"Should I be?" The hunger in his eyes intensifies with your apathy towards him.

"I'm told I'm a pretty good time. You might not want to run away just yet." He's laying it on thick for you, smiling devilishly, with his lip curled just so. You have to admit, he is very good looking, and you smile in spite of yourself. He leans his head back a little, confident he's got you now.

"Come on, mama. Let's go somewhere we can talk."

That didn't take long. He's less of a challenge than you thought he'd be. Turns out his hunger is your best weapon.

"Follow me." You smile up at him through your lashes and make your way to the door that leads backstage. Once you're back there with a little privacy, you push him up against the wall and kiss him deeply, running your hands down his front to the top of his pants and then back up. At first, he's caught off guard, but it doesn't take him long to wrap his arms around you and pull your body in close to his. He has some skill with his tongue and you realize that you're hungrier than you thought you were. You feel your fangs start to extend, so you pull away quickly and grab his hand, practically dragging him to one of the rooms you use for this sort of thing. He doesn't complain about your speed, though.

When you get inside, you turn and lock the door behind you.

"Damn, baby. Somebody knows what she wants."

"You have no idea." You round on him, trying to keep your fangs hidden until the right moment. You don't want to scare him away too quickly. It takes everything inside you not to just pounce on him, but you take a deep breath and feel your fangs retract.

You push him backwards to the edge of the couch.

"Sit down."

"Yes ma'am." His eyes sparkle with the excitement of being told what to do. You can tell he's used to being in charge, but he's not opposed to letting you take control. You walk over to the record player and put on something jazzy and sensual. The more aroused he is, the more vitality you can derive from his blood. When you get back in front of him he reaches out and puts both hands on your hips.

"Nuh uh." You move his hands back to his lap. "Just look. Don't touch."

"Mmm." He grunts and bites his bottom lip as you begin to move in front of him. You sway your hips seductively and touch your body as you dance. Slowly, you reach behind you and unzip your bodice, letting it fall to the floor. The only thing you have on underneath is your fishnet hose and his mouth drops at the sight in front of him. He adjusts his pants and you know he's well on his way to where you need him. You slide the hose down and kick off your shoes until you're standing in front of him completely naked. He still hasn't closed his mouth or been able to make a sound. You straddle him on the couch and reach for his tie. His hands go to your breasts and again you stop him.

"Did I say you could touch?" He whimpers.

"Honey, please..."

"I will tell you when you can touch me." He whines and flexes his hands before he puts them back at his sides. You begin to undress him slowly, first his tie, then his jacket, and finally his shirt, running your fingers across his chest lightly. He barely even has hair there.

"I need to touch you. Please." He looks at you with puppy dog eyes and bucks his hips up into you. You feel his hardness pushing against his pants. Then, you stand up again and he moans.

"No, honey, I'm sorry..."

"Take off your pants." He does as he's told and frantically removes his pants and shoes and then sits back down on the couch. His cock bounces in his lap and you can't help but be a little impressed by the size of it.

"You want to touch me?"

"Yes, please, mama." He looks at you with his eyes wide, dick twitching. You walk toward him and he reaches out, first cautiously and then hungrily, his hands exploring your body feverishly. He pulls you down into his lap and kisses you passionately. He lays you on your back on the couch and kisses down your neck. You put your hand on the top of his head and gently push him down toward your center.

He smiles. He can do this part well and he knows it. When his mouth makes contact with your clit, you yelp a little because it feels so good. He really is talented with his tongue and it's obvious as he licks and laps at you. Then, he slides two of his long fingers inside you and starts to move them in and out. The sensation is almost overwhelming and you feel your orgasm building deep in your core. He knows he's almost got you there too, so he picks up the pace of his hand and tightens his tongue to a point as he licks over and around your clit. Finally, the waves crash over you, sending heat and electricity to your fingertips and back again. You shudder and pulse around his hand and he does that boyish grin again.

"How badly do you want to fuck me?" You ask as he makes his way back up your body.

"Honey, I don't think I've ever wanted anything more in my life." You push him up into a sitting position and straddle him again, slowly sinking onto his cock until you're stuffed to the hilt with him. He groans and leans his head back on the couch. You feel your fangs extend again with the pleasure and do your best to keep your mouth closed, but his neck is exposed and you're so hungry...

"Honey? You okay?" You realize that you've stopped moving and snap back to reality.

"Mhmm!" You go back to grinding on his lap, pushing him deeper and deeper. That was too close. You have to keep yourself under control better until he's lost in a post-sex drunken haze. Why is he getting to you like this? You need to not let yourself get this hungry.

"Fuck, mama. This feels so good. I'm getting close." You stop and stand up off of him. "What? Why?"

"Not yet." He breathes deeply and leans his head back on the couch again. You grab a robe off the back of the door.

"I'll be right back."

You step out into the hallway and almost run smack into Anya.

"Oh thank God. I need your help. I'm having a hard time controlling myself. Help me finish him off." Anya looks at you concerned.

"Okay. I will help you." This isn't the first time this has happened. You've helped her and she's helped you before. Balancing the desires and hunger as a vampire is a delicate business. Sometimes it takes two of you to keep each other in line.

You open the door again and step in with Anya. He sits up and attempts to cover himself with his hand.

You unzip Anya's bodice and let it fall to the floor, pulling her into a deep kiss, your breasts pressed up against each other. Elvis sits on the couch with his mouth open again, unsure of what to do next. When you both turn to him, he sits up straight and swallows hard. His cock bounces in his hand as he looks at you both there naked in front of him. You sit on either side of him on the couch. Anya's hand goes to his dick and you pull him into a kiss. You add your hand to hers and he groans, watching you both work with his eyes wide.

"Holy fuck." He whispers as you lean in and kiss each other again over him as you touch him. Together, you lay him down on the couch. Anya climbs onto his face and he goes to work. But when you slide his cock into you, you hear him moan audibly. You begin to bounce up and down on him quickly and he grabs your hips. He has a hard time deciding what to do with his hands as Anya sits on his face and you sit on his dick. He gets her to an orgasm pretty quickly, being as skilled as he is and she stands up off of him. He's surprised when you lean in and kiss him, even with Anya's desire on his lips. He thrusts into you from underneath and you feel another orgasm forming, your fangs starting to descend. She can tell you're struggling, so Anya leans in and kisses you hard.

"I think he's almost ready." She whispers with her thick accent. She grabs his hands and holds them above his head while you fuck him.

"'M gonna come, mama." He groans. You don't stop. Instead, you move faster, your own orgasm just a couple of thrusts away. You slam into each other faster and faster, harder and harder, all while Anya holds his hands. Finally, you scream and he cusses loudly.

"Yes, fuck, oh my god!" He pumps into you weakly as he shudders and fills you with warmth. You come too, hard, and your fangs come out one last time. You can no longer hide them and you lean forward to the soft supple skin of his neck.

"What?!" He begs, but doesn't fight back. You gently pierce him with your teeth and suck as the blood comes quickly. It's sweetened with the energy of his desire and his release and it fills you in a way you didn't think was possible.

As you finish, Anya releases his arms and you lick the tiny marks on his neck, knowing your saliva will heal it quickly.

"Did you just bite me?" He asks drunkenly.

"I did."

"I liked it."

"Most of you do, you just don't know it until it happens."

Anya kisses your forehead and grabs her things, wrapping the robe around herself and disappearing through the door.

He sits up and wraps his arms around you.

"Did you get younger?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

"Make me like you."

"Oh, no, honey, I would never."

"Why not? Please?" He looks at you with his round blue eyes and you see the pain there. You kiss his hair and hold him close to your chest.

"You don't really want this. I promise."

"What if I really do?"

"I'm not turning Elvis Presley into a vampire."

"Then I'll find someone who will." You look deeply into his sex-drunk eyes.

"We'll talk about this in the morning." You curl up next to him on the couch as sleep approaches both of you.

"I'm not changing my mind."

You drift off in his arms, thinking about what it would mean to release him into the world as a new vampire. Is that a responsibility you're willing to accept? Is it really what he wants? Can you be the vampire that makes the most famous man on the planet immortal?

You don't know. But tonight, you were the vampire that fucked and drank Elvis Presley. And who else can say that?

******

Hope that was a fun treat!

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Taglist:

@ccab @elvisfatass @elvisalltheway101 @aliypop @18lkpeters @dkayfixates @ashtag6887 @your-nanas-house @joshuntildawn13 @lookingforrainbows

Sorry if you didn't want a tag in this one! Either way, I hope some of you enjoy this little Halloween treat!

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BAC: SECOND VIEWING NOTES!

Yeah i went again on sunday and really wanted to cry after because it's over forever Q_Q i am inconsolable but for the fact that there may be a halloween party... but uhhhhhhh anyway here's what I noticed this time!!

(also here's the notes from my first time for reference [x])

Ad libs:

Final show energy & lots of ad libs! Which were apparently real unscripted ad libs!! A lot of them were just little things (so I can't recount most of them) but they were very very good. the blorbos became real people for a second there

When Rich is looking for Mountain Dew Red at the party, Jenna appears and says "I have Mountain Dew Blue?" and he explodes at her (possibly "Not now, Jenna!")

When Christine and Jeremy talk together at the party, they're sitting on beanbags; after they get scared off by the skeleton guy, they're laughing and crawling back to their seats - Christine, through laughter: "oh where's the beanbag...."

Changes (?)

VIMH: Rich: "The ladies are gonna get to know the real Richard Goranski... And the dudes." Then he stares into the distance for like 30 seconds (a very long time), making calculating gestures in the air (like the woman with math meme) before going "Oh. My god............... I am totally bi!"

Maybe wrong, but I swear there was a wind part added to the middle of Michael in the Bathroom??? I thought it might be a flute or digital flute..... but as a flautist I might be projecting.....

The Play: Multiple thin green lights flickered down on people as they got squipped, with a cute video game chime sound. But fairly certain this was always there and I just noticed it this time lmao

Smartphone Hour: Background acting on the little platform at the very back of the stage: a scooby-doo esque chase sequence where a firefighter rushes on from SR and disappears SL (implied Jake's house is SL); the fireman reappears with Jake in his arms and runs back SR to safety. Then Jake runs back across to get something from his house and the fireman is trying to stop him. Then Jake runs back out of the house holding a teddy bear he saved from the fire; the fireman is chasing him back out of the house. It was fucking hilarious 10/10 especially because I couldn't be sure if it was a new addition or if I just completely filtered it out last time like a basketball gorilla dslfjdslfk

Also on Jake: between the teddy bear and the Upgrade scene (also detailed by Dani) where he's talking about archery while holding a plush duck - unsure dramaturgically if it's supposed to be a real dead duck or a toy, but anyway.... Jake who likes stuffies??? IDK if I buy it but I don't know enough about Jake to NOT buy it and its also a very fun headcanon I think so it's going on the pile for me. he can collect plushies with jeremy as far as im concerned dsljfsdkfjs

Oh yeah Jeremy also had a big white duck plush on his bed. edit: this is actually a seagull plush! Its name is Katie and it belongs to stage crew member Anya!

More details I saw this time

General

Christine actor was actually amazing she has this giggly honk voice she uses when being like obnoxiously loud and silly and idk how to describe it but such intense LOUD SILLYGIRL ENERGY. A little different than the chris im used to and it was fun to see another version of her!!

Maybe I'm insane but I think Christine also pronounced Jeremy kinda like 2 syllables (Jare - me). This extremely slight difference somehow led to me perceiving her singing "Is he worth it? Germyyyyyyy!" IDK Sorry Jaclyn if you are reading this ldksfjdlsk

Lots of times when Jeremy is talking about becoming cool he does little hip gyrations (think Rich at the urinal i guess but more subtle)

Jeremy does this thing where he holds his hand bent stiff with his fingers all together and taps hard on his right temple to express some kind of frustration with the SQUIP- e.g. when he's trying to get the SQUIP to turn on after the first day; during the end of the Halloween party, etc. Actually it very much has the same conceptual energy as "C'c'c'come on....." now that I think about it

Michael blows a cloud of smoke during a few of his entrances (MTS and maybe Halloween - or that was Dustin maybe)

He also uses a vape pen I think? When he says 'we gotta get stoned in my basement'

Preshow montage

Before the show, there's a montage of screenshots from the teens' lives on the back wall --- that is, their selfies and their text convos. Pretty sure the texts were that gossip submitted by fans? I only remember two:

"i heard that guy who wears hoodies all the time only listens to weezer" <- (I only noticed this one 'cause it KILLED ME honestly I feel like Jeremy would love Weezer and Michael would hate it sdjkfljdsf ) edit: this text was submitted by @/thesquirrelqueer!

I don't remember who was on which side, but Brooke or Chloe sending Chloe or Brooke a big comforting text after her breakup and making plans to go get ice cream I think?

MTS

"Dad haven't you ever heard of privacy?" He says this while putting on his belt after the opening.

Jeremy's actually gesturing towards his locker for like the entire conversation between Brooke, Chloe, Jenna; when they notice him finally it kinda looks like he's just pointing at them and that's part of why they think he's weird I think?

M: "Humanity has stopped evolving!" Jeremy then takes like 20 seconds of looking confused before going (approximately) "is that supposed to be good...?"

"Christiiiiiine Canigula!" Each Christine section he eventually (around 3rd time) starts using this fanboy totally-losing-his-mind-over-this voice which is REALLY hard to describe but i'll try: like lower & less articulate, like how it sounds when you raise your soft palate (?), and going up at the end kind of laugh-like like he's really excited. (For a bmc reference maybe sounds a little like will roland's tone in i even got some blood flowing / with no computer screen around). Anyway i'm not gonna lie it did make him sound really lame jsdlkfjdsf

"Why can't someone just help me out?" As Jeremy sings this bridge it's all dark except for a light on him. Students line up chairs behind him and sit down. At this line, two guys walk forwards on either side and touch his shoulders (looking kind of solemn / sympathetic) , and guide him back to sit in the chair in the middle. Then the lights come up on everyone and more group choreo wheeee

Post-ILPR MTS reprise

Christine: "Sorry, Jeremy, did you say something?" -> after this scene, she runs off giggling loudly, apparently glad to not be interrupted and VERY visibly excited about Jake asking her out

Jeremy sings "I don't wanna be special / Don't even want to survive...." (Instead of usual "Don't even need to survive.") Not sure if it was intentional but it happened at both shows I saw and made me sad both times noooooo........... guy...........

Squip song

Rich actually rubs his hands all over Jeremy's face (in addition to his arms)

"Top secret can't even look it up on the internet type shit": Rich looks to the side and mimes a rectangle (computer screen) then mimes typing where the keyboard would be

2PG

"I don't want that to be my future! Sad, and alone, and ... " - The music cuts out at "sad" instead of at the beginning of this line.

On their relationship in general, I think Michael irritates Jeremy more than fanon typically has it lol. Very excitable Michael who kinda lacks volume control (in several scenes - including VIMH even after Jeremy tells him to be quieter). Constructive interference of autism etc etc

(Again fun to see this!! as a jeremy stan i am definitely guilty of making michael a godlike perfect friend to jeremy and like.. no... they don't actually mesh that well even just in the script!! Often times Jeremy doesn't understand or care about the things Michael says. So yeah absorbing this into my headcanons now thank you)

Also back wall was this like vaporwave looking low-poly 2 person first person shooter game footage (think wolfenstein but with a very different aesthetic - purple and blue, and i think with some objects depicted in mesh).

BMC P1

When Jeremy's spasming on the ground (last time I thought he looked mostly in pain - this time he was vibrating a bit more like he lost muscle control) - local build-a-bear employee Jared Kleinman (JARED KLEINMAN...) and some other people start filming him.

Jared keeps filming him through the scene until SQUIP: "All they see is you having an animated conversation... with yourself." Jeremy turns and notices him; Jared doesn't stop filming but just waves at him nonchalantly (in a mocking way like hey buddy welcome back to reality)

Jared also has a BaB apron and BaB backpack on (or a bear sticking out of his backpack i dont remember). Pretty sure he also had a bear with him in another scene, probably Halloween?

"Lookin pretty sexy, brooke" -- says it in like a low Elvisy voice (like will connolly)

BMC P2

"Everything about you is going to be wonderful" -- Jeremy rolls up his cardigan sleeves so they're just below the elbow. (One of them slipped back down and he put it up again but I didnt think it was intentional lol). I was surprised how much instantly cooler that made him look but maybe that's just because my older brother wears his sleeves like that ljdsfkdsfklsfdlk

......also note that MICHAEL usually wears his sleeves rolled up like that in this production.... inch resting.....

MTS reprise

When the lights first come up, Jeremy is snoring with his head hanging off the side of the bed. He stops breathing for a second, then jerks awake.

GTIKBI

Chris: "I know you and Jake used to date...." Chloe and Brooke simultaneously go "Oh my god, no!!!" --- Chloe to Christine (mockingly), meanwhile Brooke is unrelatedly browsing her phone and says it in distress because she (implied) has just seen that Eminem died. As convo continues, Brooke sits next to another student (Leo Collins?) and shows them the article. (She still says 'yeah jake is so gross' to Chloe, just sounding upset)

Upgrade

I ALREADY SAID THIS BUT JEREMY AND BROOKE WERE SO CUTE TOGETHER JLKSDFLDFSJ. I decided to only watch them during this song (/ _ \) Based on their acting when they walked near the stage stairs, they had climbed to the back of the bleachers and were walking precariously on the outside of the railing - specifically, they went over the stair railings - first Brooke and she teeters a bit and jokingly pretends like she's gonna fall off; Jeremy goes under the rail, comes up on the other side and does a gesture like *tada!*. Then they sit down together and are talking and its just really cute. making me ship puppy love over here jdsifojdslkfdjsflk

Halloween

Michael was at the dance in costume - during a certain point (I think right before Rich starts losing it) Michael gets lost out of the group choreo, seems to be stressed out and runs off stage (presumably to the bathroom)

One of the guys is dressed up like Guy Fieri and it's really good. Like I remember last time I even had a moment where I realized I was interpreting this actor as playing The Real Guy Fieri At Jake's Halloween Party. Also in MITB he uses his hat (which is a combo of visor and fake hair) to knock on the door.

DYWH

Chloe: "...rock this baby fast asleep" then, laughing: "Goo goo ga ga!!" and she kinda topples onto him. The actress said she got this from the West End production!

When Jeremy says "I can't stand up." It was kind of implied it's because he has an erection not because his legs are frozen; right before this line he stands up then sits down and puts a pillow in his lap. Either way though ig it was still the SQUIP stopping him (S: "you're welcome.")

GTIKBI reprise

as Dani pointed out, Christine was sitting kinda numbly on the beanbag with headphones on; she takes them off when Jeremy starts talking to her.

Voices in my Head

Jeremy's wearing an X-Men shirt!

Re: expensive headphones - Michael's rubbing Rich's shoulders (???) when he says "I'm sure someone would be lucky to have you" (and then of course he still says but not meeeee while sending him flying)

"Throw you a rope home slice if you need some dope advice" Jake fist bumps with Jeremy (or equivalent gesture i dont remember)

Stagedorks kiss: after C says yes, they walk to the center of the stage. Jeremy rushes forwards and puts his hands on her cheeks (i think?) to pull her into a kiss. They separate, beat, then Christine goes forwards again and they have a long slow kiss while the ensemble keeps dancing and singing around them.

Not intentional i dont think but Patrick the Jeremy actor was crying a bit at the end /( T_ T \ )

OK YEAH i might add more to this if I remember and/or edit it back into the first post...... but hope that was fun to read????

#also so unrelated but i won the bac 50/50 raffle money this time and im SO stoked i am going to go buy the novel and maybe a better cardigan #bac bmc #bac #bmc #be more chill #jeremy heere #michael mell #christine canigula

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dooku: jedi lost: part 4: liveblog part 3

ok. new post now that that banger scene is done

IT'S GHOULISH BUT THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT SO GREAT

i love sy so much and i love the mantero funeral moon concept and i love that obviously sifo and dooku remain friends FOREVER AHEM

(and yeah @charmwasjess you are 100% correct that being sucked out into orbit around coruscant is BASICALLY the same thing.)

OK. WOW. GORA YOU ARE SO ANNOYING.

SHE'S THE BEST BET IF IT'S TEARS THEY'RE AFTER????????

ahhh, this has gotta be rough for jenza. because the protestors are right, the ruling family sucks ass. or at least gora sucks, and anya was complicit, and jenza has no grasp of the scale of serenno's suffering. but that doesn't make her a bad mother, and it doesn't change that this is her funeral.

star wars really is all about weaponizing the word "father" huh? ANYWAYS GO OFF DOOKU LET'S GOOO

fuck count gora 2kforever :)

(dooku kills him later right???? as he should anyways)

NOOO DOOKU'S DADDY ISSUES AHH D:

ughhh he is Such A Good Boy and i am LIVID about canon. LIVID. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

and NOW i am livid at lene. LET DOOKU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY YOU COWARD. THE RIGHT THING IS TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY AND MAKE AMENDS BECAUSE TAKING ACCOUNTABILITY IS NECESSARY TO MAKING AMENDS AND AARRRGHHH--

sorry i just. [clenches fist] sowing distrust of the jedi into dooku is possibly the Worst decision made by any of the jedi (excluding dooku and anakin because they decided not to be jedi). like. are we certain she's not a secret sith? is she palpatine's secret daughter? i am just. flabbergasted by these terrible parenting choices.

AND. WHERE EVEN IS YODA IN ALL THIS. obviously he can't magically know things he's not told, but where is he in the first place????? PAR 👏 ENT 👏 ING 👏

screaming crying throwing up LENE STOP DOING THIS. PLEASE. the council is conservative sometimes but "don't fuck with dark side artifacts" is a reasonable precaution! AND YES KEEP THEM AWAY FROM THE BABY PADAWANS!!!! GAHHH

i'm not fucking kidding is she a sith lord. is she. you don't understand i'm dead ass about to pin the entirety of dooku's fall on this.

(yes yes dooku needs to take responsibility for his own actions and lene isn't responsible for all the atrocities of tyrannus. but she was a strain on dooku's relation with the jedi and his master, she encouraged fucking around with the dark, and she wouldn't even let him admit his mistakes to the council. this is comparable to chancellor "have you ever heard the tragedy of darth plagueis the wise" palpatine. this is TERRIBLE parenting and i am SCREAMING.)

i... also don't love this. WHAT THE HELL MAN??????? RED FLAGS RED FLAGS RED FLAGS

IN CONCLUSION: WHAT THE FUCK LENE

#star wars #dooku #lene kostana #sifo dyas #dooku jedi lost #djl liveblog

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Kid Crush

Pairing - Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Synopsis - You and Leona didn't get along much as kids despite growing up together.

Genre - fluff, childhood friends

Notes - imagine Damian and Anya from spy x family except they're meaner and also lions

"You give that back!"

You pounced at the smug lion-eared boy in front of you, who dodged away easily. He held your bracelet above his head, the beads clinking together.

"Come take it from me," Leona giggled, showing his little fangs that had just barely grown in. You made fun of him for it since yours had come in four months ago and were, according to you, sharper and deadlier. "Unless you're too much of a scaredy lion."

"I'm not a scaredy lion!" You gritted your teeth at his taunt and swiped at him. He always jumped back at the last second, staying just barely out of reach. He grinned and stuck his tongue out at you, pulling his eye for emphasis.

"So you're just weak, huh, Y/N?" Leona laughed, his eyes squinting in smug pleasure as you glared daggers at him.

"I'm gonna kill you!" you poised to pounce again before you heard Mrs. Kingscholar's voice calling from the other room.

You vaguely heard something about snacks, but that wasn't what was important. Leona had let his guard down for a split second and you took advantage. You saw the smugness in his eyes turn to panic as you knocked his legs out from under him with one sweep of your leg before leaping onto the toppled lion.

You pushed his chest down, his back hitting the floor with a heavy thud, or at least it would have if he was bigger. You looked down at him proudly, mimicking the same smug grin he wore earlier.

"Pinned ya."

Leona growled at the surprise attack but refused to go down without a fight. As you reached for the bead bracelet in his hands, he yanked his arm away and flailed his legs around to kick you. You grunted and tried to pin him with enough force to keep him in the ground, but he swung you around in your momentary imbalance.

The two of you rolled around the floor, swatting at each other with no real pattern or finesse to your movements. You managed to gain the upper hand in the struggle and grabbed his hands, pushing his back to the ground again.

"Pinned ya again."

Leona pouted and struggled in your grip but without the use of his hands, all he could do was kick uselessly at your legs. Eventually, he gave up, resigning to his fate of humiliation.

He sighed and opened the first that clenched your bracelet so tightly. Upon seeing his surrender, your eyes lit up and you grabbed the bracelet eagerly, as if afraid he would change his mind. You rolled off of the sulking lion boy and tugged the beads around your wrist.

You stood up and put your hands on your hips proudly. When you looked down at Leona, you were expecting him to maybe scowl at you or stick his tongue out, but he didn't.

When you looked at him, he was looking away, rubbing his neck sheepishly with a blush on his face.

"Your cheeks look all red and ugly," you said without batting an eye. Leona scoffed and scrunched his nose up.

"I'm just tired, okay?" he yelled defensively. "You wore me out with all your wrestling."

"Okay," you accepted his excuse easily and started to walk away with an innocent smile. Before you could take a step though, Leona leapt up an interrupted you.

"Wait!"

You turned around, cocking your head to the side like a puppy. Leona looked you dead in the eye with a determined expression.

"Why do you even like that bracelet so much anyway?"

At the mention of it, you absentmindedly fiddled with the beads, rotating it on your wrist. You thought about the question before giving the best answer a six-year-old could.

"I don't know."

Leona fumed with impatience at your simple answer.

"That's stupid!" he teased, his face scrunched up in a pout. You rolled your eyes and turned away, but not before you heard him mutter something else. "I could make you one better than that."

You spun back around, an excited look in your eyes. Leona nearly jumped back from your sudden enthusiasm.

"You're gonna make me a new bracelet?" you exclaimed, bouncing up and down on your toes. The princeling recoiled and continued to shift his gaze from you to his shoes.

"I mean, I guess," he mumbled, sniffling into his sleeve. "But only if you really want me to."

Leona's eyes widened as you bounced towards him, trapping him in a hug this time instead of to the floor. You cuddled into his neck happily while his arms hovered awkwardly in the air behind you. He hesitantly brought his hands to your back and hugged you back, barely even noticing the contented smile that crept onto his lips.

"You're the best!" You pulled away to grab Leona's hands and jump up and down excitedly. You dragged him towards the kitchen where his mother had called from, never letting go of his hand. "Now let's go get snacks!"

Leona watched with heart eyes as you dragged him away by the hand, giggling all the way. He made a mental note to make a bracelet from his pony bead collection. After all, it had to be perfect. Only the best for you.

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[my-dark-lord]

Hi! I wanted to ask, is there a way to read more about your ocs in hellaverse? I just kinda like other people ocs very much lol

Hey! I'm so sorry this is running so late, Nonny, I meant to reply sooner than this but I tend to get distracted super easily. I've got the ADHD pretty bad and in my past life I was the goldfish that made scientists think they all had five second memories.

At any rate, I have quite a few Hellaverse OCs! A lot of fankids and then quite a few surrounding Ozzie or Valentino. I've been working more with the ones that deal with Val, lately, which are mostly Darío, Ostello, and Anya!

The main OCs I have are Ostello, Anya, Darío, Ozzie's Parents (Abstemiounessa and Valore), Archangel Uriel, Leviathan, Magpie, Vick, and then a few others that I don't do much with. I also have fankids but that may be for another time.

I literally just reworked Ostello's bio and took it from 364 words to 1,101 words and updated a lot of information that had become wrong as I wrote him. Anya recently got upgraded from OC that I didn't really do anything with to OC that I'm using a lot more.

They're all on my RP blog, @e-m-p-error, though a lot of them need a little reworking. For now, I can share Ostello and Anya's info here! I've been working on them most recently. Ostello is Valentino's ex-husband and Anya is his Personal Assistant!

It's under a cut for length. Ostello's info is LONG. All art by me.

Anya

Human Name: Anya Kazlow

Name In Hell: Anya

Nicknames: Annie Baby, Yaya

Faceclaim: My/Friend’s Art

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 30 (When He Died); 37 Years Dead

Birthday: April 30th, 1956 (Taurus)

Deathday: December 5th, 1986

Height: 6'8"

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual Bimantic, Ambigamous

Species: Gorgon Sinner

Snake Color: Red and White

Eye Color: Pale red sclera, bright green irises

Occupation: Valentino’s Personal Assistant

Headcanon Masterlist

When Anya was alive, she worked in a veterinarian’s office that saw a lot of exotic pets owned by bad people. There were all kinds of things that she had to overlook in her line of work, including humans that had bullet wounds or other such injuries. She doubled as a nurse when she had to, and learned how to take care of human and animal injuries alike. Always having been nurturing and gentle, she was well-loved by the Russian mafia in her town in Belarus and ended up getting married to a lower-ranking member after tending to him for one summer.

She was shot on their wedding day when a rival cell infiltrated the wedding and killed as many of the people there as they could. She died holding her lover’s hand, and vowing revenge. This never came to fruition.

Meeting Valentino not long after she fell, Anya was hired on to be his PA after she ended up gentling him through an injury that he obtained in a turf war. She happened to be there at the time, and he decided having a medically minded personal assistant would be a good idea. She sold her soul to him, and being an important member of his team, she was given the golden tooth that Angel Dust and Val both had. She is in love with Valentino, but he only sees her as a friend. She’s mostly okay with this because it’s worth it just to be near him. It is her job to handle most things that Vox doesn’t handle for him. This can be anything from cast lists to work schedules to bartending if he needs someone to cover a shift. If Val needs it done, she’ll do it.

Her snakes are Frog Eating Rat Snakes, and because of this, they have bacteria in their mouths. If she bites you, it is an immediate, violent, and disgusting case of leprosy that can kill in minutes. She has only ever bitten three people, and she usually doesn’t, but she will absolutely do it if it is necessary.

Anya is very nosy and always likes to be up on the latest gossip and whatever juicy things are going on around Val. She will pry into his business while she takes care of him while he’s drunk so she is abreast of the latest drama.

Ostello 

Human Name: Oscar Lawrence

Name In Hell: Ostello

Nicknames: Tello, Baby (Valentino Exclusive), Broadway (@strangeandun-muse-ual’s Vox Exclusive)

Faceclaim: My Art/Al Pacino

Original Universe: Mainverse

Birthday: January 21st, 1899

Human Deathday: May 3rd, 1944

Demon Deathday: February 9th, 1980 (Assassinated by Val with a Holy spear)

Age: 45 (When He Died As A Human); 36 Years Dead (When Killed By Val); 80 Years Dead (In Heaven)

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Homosexual Homoromantic Ambigamous

Species: Badger Sinner

Height: 6'8"

Relation: Valentino’s Ex-Husband (Widowed)

Occupation: Overlord, Pop-Jazz Singer, Arms Dealer

Headcanon Masterlist

When he was alive, his name was Oscar Lawrence. Oscar was the son of Ruth and Samuel Lawrence, their only child. Marty was his father’s best friend, his right-hand man in the fire department, and his wife’s affair partner. Oscar knew about the affair for approximately a year before his father died on Christmas day when he was ten years old. A year after his father’s death, Marty was his stepfather, and while he never held any express animosity toward him, he never called Marty his father. His mother and Marty had two kids together who were twelve and fourteen years younger than he was, and he was never particularly close to his half-siblings.

At seventeen, he had dropped out of school and gone to work in a club in Omaha. He was discovered singing one of the numbers from a nightly show while cleaning by his boss, who loved his sound and gave him his own attempt at playing a show one Saturday night. For starters, he did a few covers of things that he had heard and ended the night on a song he’d written himself. His lyrics were filled with a longing he became known for, a desire for something he could never have. It became something that was so Oscar Lawrence to long, to pine so genuinely and openly that it was impossible to separate from him. So much of his music was about barely scraping his fingertips against the thing he longed for, and nobody could ever quite get out of him what it was.

When he was twenty, he met Olivia, his wife-to-be. She fell for him, hard and fast, and he never felt much. But it was a suspicious thing for a man his age not to have a wife, and he liked Olivia enough to live with her. Oscar was rarely home, out touring and recording a lot, but at twenty-one their daughter, Gertrude “Gertie” Rose Lawrence was born. He rarely saw her, and when he was home, he was usually sad and drunk. Gertie doesn’t remember much of her dad, but his biggest sin with her was neglect. He never rose his hand against her or her mother, and he was never particularly cruel.

However, he did cheat on his wife. Often while he was on tour, he could sleep with any woman that wanted him in ways he found impossible to do with his wife at home. Like many singers of his time, he also had a stage presence on the silver screen. Much like he found many temporary replacements for his wife, he found a semi-permanent replacement for his daughter as a mentor to Shirley Temple.

If there was something as Oscar Lawrence as pure, unadulterated longing, it was a desire to run from what he did have with that same desperation.

His biggest sin in life was that he was gay in a time when that was very highly frowned upon, and it was a well-kept secret. Nobody knew about it, and he never once acted on it while he was alive.

When he died in 1944, it was a slow, painful, and disorienting death alone in a hospital half a country away from his family. His wife and daughter flew out to see him just in time to say goodbye, and he couldn’t recall who they were. He died of acute liver failure that had progressed under the radar of his manager who had been busy working him through the holidays.

Olivia sued the company for negligence that led to her husband’s death, and she and Gertie continued to never want for anything but the man whom they owed their cushy lives to. Neither could say they knew him before he died, and after they would know him even less.

Oscar sort of expected to fall into Hell, and when he did, he was unsurprised. For a few months, he just tooled around, feeling out his new abilities and appearance as a badger. He discovered early on that he had pyrokinesis and it was something of a novelty for a while.

One night while walking the streets and experimenting with it in the lonely hours of the morning, he gave a fireball too much juice and shot an Overlord on her way back from a big deal. He didn’t expect it, and it led to a huge fight between the two of them in which Ostello accidentally became the victor. It was a hard fight and when her gun was knocked from her hands, he managed to grab it in the ensuing wrestling for it. Unbeknownst to him, it was loaded with holy bullets, and ended in her demise.

Her attendants, who had scattered during the fight, came to him to tell him that he was now in charge of her territory as long as nobody else took it, and he took the responsibility fairly seriously. This didn’t stop him from pursuing a musical career on top of the weapons dealing, of course, but it was somethingi that he did want to do to the best of his ability.

Ostello, as he eventually renamed himself, became a rather beloved fixture of the Pentagram. He was hard to upset and treated his workers with dignity and respect. They were paid well, especially those who gathered holy metals during the Extermination, and he never went so far as to treat any of them cruelly.

He worked with Alastor to produce radio shows and sang live several times for him. When Vox eventually came around, Ostello left Alastor’s employ to work under a label that Vox owned. He performed for him there, with concerts and other such things, until the day he was killed. His music is still fairly popular and played in several Voxtech buildings.

In 1972, he met Valentino, and in two months married the moth. He was a devoted husband who wanted nothing more than to make his wife happy, and he spent the next eight years absolutely enamored by him. However, Valentino had never really been in love with him, and in 1980 used a holy spearhead pilfered from Ostello’s own armory to kill him.

Due to his love for Valentino driving him to be a much, much happier and better person, when he died he was reincarnated in Heaven. He dislikes Heaven very much because he misses Valentino and was reunited with Olivia. He does not know that Gertie is in Hell. He has been watching Valentino in Hell for years and is abreast with the latest things going on in his life at all times.

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel OCs #Hazbin Hotel Original Characters #Hellaverse OCs #Demon OC #Angel OC

[lavalamp-juice]

This is an alternate ending of chapter 62 in the Spy x Family manga. So Spoilers! (But not that much really)

Synopsis-Loid Forger wakes up from a nightmare crying...in front of Yor and Anya.

All sfw and pure fluff :)

Words- 760ish

After Loid has passed out Yor placed a freshly washed blanket over him, just like she used to with Yuri. She sat down in the chair next to him and began to read. After awhile Loid tossed and turned in his sleep. Yor glanced at him, she had gotten distracted by the book she was reading. 

"Maybe I should wake him? Hopefully that wouldn't be butting in- although -" 

Before she could finish her thought Loid jolted up in a panic. He could smell gun power?

Very dazed he looked around "What the? Where am I? ... oh right "Loid's" house" 

He hadn't realized but he had tears in his eyes. Real tears. Of course he has "cried" as an act in many of his missions, but Agent Twilight hadn't cried real tears in years. He used to be a real softie, but things changed in training he learned to push those feelings deep inside. 

When he awoke he looked around again, there was Anya and Yor staring at him startled. He wondered why for a second when he put his hands to his face. He felt the tears streaming down his face and looked at his hand.

"What was he dreaming about?!" Yor thought, she had never seen him like this.

Anya was able to read a little of his mind. Dreams are pretty hard to read, especially when a person is groggy from waking up. All she could really decipher was that it was a very bad dream, it felt real, and that papa was sad. 

The room was very quiet. 

Loid turned bright red, and was mad with himself, spy's don't show their true emotions.

"Loid are-are you okay?"

"Is Papa sad?" 

In the past Twilight had visited the memories from his old, dead life he abandoned. He had come to terms with what had happened. Well so he thought. As a pyciatist he knew it didn't exactly work like that. The remembrance of loss could cause the body to panic even if the mind isn't. Loid knew he was okay, he was safe, in the security of his own home and family. Scratch that. Fake family. But if it was a pretend made up family, why did it feel so so very real?

"I'm alright thank you. Please excuse me" Loid got up and rushed toward his room, bright red he felt so dejected.

"When did I even pass out like that?! Crying like a baby in front of your wife and daughter." He thought. 

Yor got up from the chair and stretched out her hand. 

"Loid wait! It's okay, I promise." 

Loid turned around swiftly he had a flustered, embarrassed face, bright red as he stared into Yor's garnet red eyes. 

Yor slowly walking towards him "Oh I'm sorry, if you want to go to your room that's perfectly fine...but I just wanted to assure you. It-it's okay."

Loid wiped away tears from his eyes, they just came streaming down. As smart as he was he didn't know why. He thought he was smarter than this. 

"DAMN IT TWILIGHT pull yourself together" that head of his was loud.

The lines between who his true self was were getting blurrier and blurrier.

" I'm not Loid and I'm not *name has been redacted* I am Twilight." He thought to himself.

 Anya stared at both of them. Yor walked closer to him. She wasn't exactly sure what to do, but this felt right. She looked him in the eyes, those crystal blue eyes staring back at her. She stretched out her arms and hugged him. Loid didn't know how to react at first his arms floating around her torso. But eventually, melted into it. They hadn't been that close before, sober at least. He left himself indulge for just a moment. If he truly wasn't Loid Forger, why did it feel so good. 

"I'm sorry, I'm better than this" he whispered with a shaken voice.

"Please, don't apologize it's alright. I promise" she said softly

Anya slowly got up and went to Mama and Papa.

Yor let go, but still had an arm wrapped around Loid. Yor raised Anya with the other arm close to Loid. 

"You're a good papa" Anya said encouraging-ly 

The tears were starting to slow down. 

Loid looked at Anya and smiled, "Thank you peanut"

" and a good husband"

Loid took a sharp breath, and his ears got red.

 "thank you Yor"

 Little by little they were more of a family than any of them had ever had. They stayed there in the moment. The 3 embracing each other. Wanting to stay forever.

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#lava posts #sxf loid #sxf yor #sxf #tw crying #spyxfamily #spyfamily #spy x family #spy family manga #sxf manga spoilers #spy family manga spoilers #spy family #sxf fanfic #fanfic #tw ptsd #maybe? #idk #loid forger #loid x yor #hehe #sxf chapter 62 #had a fun time writing this :3 #enjoy~ #sorry about spacing issues #my phone is glitching out while i type this and i fr don't have the patience 4 that #<3 #any critique is welcome! (just be nice plznwgsjsbsg)

[sanctifie]

hi hi !! took a lil break from rp but now i'm back and looking for 1x1 partners who want to worldbuild and get way too invested in plots w/ me <3 i write all pairings but i do prefer playing m 90% of the time , also a sucker for mumus i'm ngl . plots / faces i'm digging atm are under the cut so pls pls hmu if you're interested !! 21+ only pls

* plots !

— ㅤdark academia / murder mystery mumu in the style of the secret history — ㅤpost - apocalyptic things — ㅤmumu set in a dystopian cyberpunk universe ?? inspired by 2077 , blade runner , etc . — ㅤanything under the horror genre … a slasher plot inspired by scream, cults, killers, psychopaths in love, etc etc etc — ㅤhollywood / celebrity plots ( i would die for a messy y2k celebrity mumu set in the 2000s ) — ㅤurban fantasy in the style of the raven cycle, six of crows, etc — ㅤsupernatural things ( vampires, werewolves, etc ) also a mumu inspired by acotar pls pls pls — ㅤsuburban gothic aesthetics … small dead - end town, a series of disappearances no one can solve, sharp objects vibes — ㅤcrime plots !! a heist mumu ?? — ㅤgenerally i just love angst, slow burn n enemies to lovers. thank u

* faces !

anyone from nct ( esp yangyang, jaemin, haechan, hendery, johnny, jaehyun, jeno ), red velvet ( esp seulgi ), twice ( esp momo, sana, tzuyu ) & blackpink aaron taylor-johnson / cha eunwoo / choi beomgyu / choi soobin / choi yeonjun ( pls i'll play him 1000 times ) / dev patel / evan mock / hwang hyunjin / jake gyllenhaal / jeff satur / kim mingyu / kim sunwoo / lee juyeon / mads mikkelsen / oscar isaac / pedro pascal / rahul kohli / riz ahmed / robert pattinson / song kang / steven yeun / thomas doherty / vernon chwe / yamazaki kento ana de armas / anya taylor-joy / davika hoorne / hande erçel / huh yunjin / hunter schafer / hwang yeji / im jinah / kim chaewon / kim chungha / kim doyeon / kim minjung ( winter ) / laura harrier / lee jieun / logan browning / mia goth / minnie yontararak / miyawaki sakura / savannah smith / shen xiaoting / shin ryujin / song yuqi / yandeh sallah / yoo jimin ( karina ) / zendaya / zion moreno

#1x1 #indie rp #1x1 rp #discord rp #discord 1x1 #if my tags don't work i'm ending it

[brckentales]

hey there! this is a new multimuse rp blog, that features characters from dc & marvel (with more to come later!) . crossover friendly & headcanon based. i'll have a detailed muse list soon, but feel free to pm me or interact to set up RPs in the meantime! the writer is 18+, and i ask anyone who follows to be an adult as well, as this blog will feature mature themes, including heavy adult content, so please bare that in mind. i'm also completely open to writing on discord, if that's your preference!

also, this pinned post and everything else is mostly temporary. i'll be working on making everything look nicer as i go along!

under the cute, i’ll include a few things, including my muse list, some muses / characters i’m looking for to write opposite with, and a few other details for rp!

my messages are always open, feel free to dm!

WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR

i'm open to most kinda plots and pairings, open to any themes and ideas, we can discuss whatever tbh. i don't have any real limits here.

WHO I PLAY

there’s a more detailed muse list below, but honestly? i can play most any male character tbh, whatever fits the plot or pairing we go for! i can do canons, crossovers, or ocs —— it's all a yes from me! feel free to suggest someone who might not be on the list.

MUSE LIST

again, i’m pretty flexible and can write some characters outside of this, whether canon or oc, so feel free to suggest anything, this is more just for inspiration, tbh.

DC

Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, Robin, Signal, Batman Beyond, Green Lantern / Kyle, The Flash / Barry, The Flash / Wally, Impulse, Green Arrow / Oliver Queen, Green Arrow / Connor Hawke, Arsenal, Aquaman, Aqualad / Kaldurah'm, Superboy / Conner, Superman / Jon, Cyborg, Booster Gold, Hawk, Hawkman, Deathstroke, Deadshot, Black Adam, Vandal Savage, Scarecrow, Flashpoint Batman / Thomas Wayne, Bane, Reverse-Flash, Black Manta, Ocean Master, Lobo, Swamp Thing, Jimmy Olsen, Joker

MARVEL

Daredevil, Punisher, Hawkeye, Spider-Man / Peter Parker, Spider-Man / Miles Morales, Spider-Man 2099 / Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man Noir, Cyclops, Wolverine, Magneto, Archangel, Green Goblin / Norman, Green Goblin / Harry, Doctor Doom, Human Torch, Deadpool, Bullseye, Iron Fist, Luke Cage, Winter Soldier, Nick Fury, Havok, Kingpin

MISC

Ben Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Zuko, Mako

WHO I’M LOOKING FOR

now here's the main gist of of what i'm looking for! if you can play any of the following characters, i would absolutely love it!

DC

Cheshire / Jade Nguyen, Artemis Crock (from Young Justice), Yara Flor, Lois Lane, Donna Troy, Wonder Woman, Talia al Ghul, Black Canary / Dinah Lance, Zatanna, Ravager / Rose Wilson, Huntress / Helena Bertinelli, Jessica Cruz / Green Lantern, Poison Ivy, Star Sapphire / Carol Ferris, Punchline, Supergirl, Spoiler, Lian Harper, Catwoman, Batgirl, Dawn Granger (Titans TV), Starfire, Lilith Clay, Hawkgirl, Lady Shiva, Mera, some Arrowverse girls (Iris West, Sara Lance, Thea Queen, Laurel Lance)

MARVEL

Elektra Natchios, Psylocke, Jean Grey, Emma Frost, Rogue, Kate Bishop, Lorna Dane, Susan Storm, Sersi, Felicia Hardy, Wanda, Laura Kinney, Black Widow, Carol Danvers (MCU), Mary Jane Watson, Hope van Dyne (MCU)

OVERWATCH

Ashe or Kiriko

FINAL FANTASY 7

Tifa Lockhart, Aerith Gainsborough, Jessie Rasberry

RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Abigail Roberts, Sadie Adler, Mary-Beth Gaskill

STAR WARS

Leia or Rey

GAME OF THRONES

Daenerys Targaryen, Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell

AVATAR

Azula, Suki

DISNEY / NICK SITCOMS

Teddy Duncan (Good Luck, Charlie), Alex Russo (Wizards), Carly Shay (iCarly), Tori / Trina / Jade (Victorious), Sharpay Evans / Gabriella Montez (High School Musical)

TOTAL DRAMA

Heather, Gwen, Courtney

MISC

Starlight / Annie January (The Boys), Gwen Tennyson (Ben 10 Alien Force or older), Daphne Blake, Kim Possible, Colette (Ratatouille), Cinderella (Disney), Betty Cooper (Riverdale), Ellie Williams (TLOU2)

CELEBRITIES

Margot Robbie, Megan Fox, Gemma Chan, Madison Beer, Anne Hathaway, Anya Chalotra, Victoria Pedretti, Jessica Chastain, Emeraude Taubia, Jenna Dewan, Candice Patton, Sydney Sweeney, Alice Eve, Caity Lotz, Kim Kardashian, Kylie Jenner, Olivia Wilde, Selena Gomez, Vanessa Hudgens, Taylor Swift, Dua Lipa, Conor Leslie, Minka Kelly, Alejandra Guilmant, Kennedy Walsh, Olivia Rodrigo, Hailey Bieber, Doja Cat, Hailee Steinfeld, Dakota Johnson, Corinna Kopf, Florence Pugh, Lili Reinhart, Ariana Grande, Scarlet Johansson, Bridget Mendler

[scarlet--wiccan]

Feel free to completely ignore this if you don't know or just don't feel like answering did Magneto start going by his birth name again Max Eisenhardt in recent comics? I wonder why I haven't kept up with comics since a long time ago and I remember the Red Skull calling him Max once and everyone else just calls him Erik or Magnus or Erik Magnus or Magneto or Mags or you get the point. Never Max. I'm not against Max I know it's seems to be from Al Ewing's work and we trust him and all that I just don't know about this development and am curious if there's a in-text development or explanation of sorts or if it just happened and it was never given much thought to it in panel.

Yes, in X-Men Red, by Al Ewing, Magneto departed from the Quiet Council of Krakoa and built a new home for himself on Mars/Arakko. This was originally supposed to be his retirement, but ensuing events prompted Magneto to join Storm on Arakko's ruling body, the Great Ring. In order to prove themselves to the Arakki people, Storm and Magneto actually removed themselves from the Krakoan resurrection system-- which means that if they die, the Five can't bring them back.

So, of course, Magneto died. He was killed by Uranos during the Judgement Day event. Sorry if this is a spoiler, but Magneto is permanently dead... for now.

During his time on Arakko, Magneto did begin introducing himself as Max. I think this happened for a few different reasons. After the events of Trial, Magneto was reflecting on his family, particularly Magda and Anya; after the events of Inferno, he had decided to step away from the Krakoan project and seemed to feel as if his life's work had come to an end. In that context, I think it made sense for Magneto to return to his "true" name and be his most vulnerable self while trying to process and release all of his grief.

It also set him up to die. Allowing Magneto the space to have this full-circle moment with his name and spell all this time reflecting on his past made his death and final acts of heroism that much more impactful. I can't know for sure, but I have to assume that was part of Ewing's intent.

I will be very curious to see how Magneto will be referred to posthumously, and I'm very curious to see if and when he'll return.

#magneto #max eisenhardt

[piracytheorist]

Macabre Theme and Variations (6/15)

Fandom: Spy x Family Word count: 6.8k for this chapter | 22.5k so far | 65k in total Rating: T Warnings: Non-permanent character deaths, graphic violence

Summary: Twilight wakes up. He works on his mission. He dies. He comes back and does it all over again. Each time a little different. (Inspired by the film Happy Death Day)

AO3 Read from the beginning: Tumblr | AO3

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of suicide, very vague mentions of domestic abuse, and slightly graphic death

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Chapter 6: Scherzando

scherzando = in a playful manner

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Borf!

Loid wakes with a gasp. He jumps up, trips over the bed covers, stands back up, runs to the door past Bond and blasts Anya's door open. He watches, his chest tight.

It feels like an eternity until he spots Anya's torso rise and fall with her breathing.

A breath heavy as lead leaves his lungs and he stumbles further into her room. He collapses on his knees next to her bed as a trembling hand reaches to softly rest on her belly.

She's sleeping with her mouth open, spit drooling down its corner. She mumbles something quiet in her sleep and her hand absent-mindedly pats the huge penguin plush next to her.

He realizes his other arm is wrapped tight around his chest, as he suddenly feels someone's gaze on him. He turns his eyes to the door and sees Yor looking at him.

“Loid?” she whispers. “What happened?”

He blinks a few times. He retrieves his hand and sits down, his back against Anya's bed. “Just a nightmare. I'm okay now.”

She hesitates for a few seconds, but then steps inside, getting down on one knee.

He's still breathing fast. The voice telling him to get it under control has grown lower.

“Would you like me to stay?” she asks.

He blinks rapidly, unable to turn his eyes to her. He finally closes them, nodding as he swallows hard.

He feels her quietly sit next to him. He leans a little forward himself, bringing his knees closer to his chest as he focuses on the breathing sounds. Anya's is slow and deep with a small hint of a snore, and Yor's is still heavy from sleep, but quiet and comforting.

They're safe. Anya is still here, and Yor isn't breaking down.

He is still in one piece, physically and emotionally... well, almost, for that last one.

He opens his eyes, looking back at Anya.

Pink. Pink hair. Not red. Eyes moving under her eyelids as she dreams.

He turns to Yor.

A cautious but soft smile on her lips. No devastation.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

Her smile spreads, but his stomach feels heavier.

A different kind of despair sets in him as he assesses the situation – and himself.

She places a soft hand on his knee and he has to fight himself, more than Twilight would consider acceptable, to not lean towards her.

So this is what routine feels like. When he doesn't have to worry about protecting the peace, about new missions, about staying vigilant for new and unpredictable dangers.

In that routine he's noticing all the soft looks and caring gestures.

In the security of a day without unknown threats, he realizes how those looks and gestures are growing on him.

When he knows the worst thing to happen this morning is the school bus taking five times to start up, he finds himself wanting to stay here and hold Yor's hand in his.

In it he'd find the understanding his brain is refusing to ignore for the sake of his work.

The understanding of the reason behind what he did at the end of the previous day.

His first thought, the very instinct that led him to pick up a gun and shoot himself was not to reset the day. It was the outmost positive outcome, of course, but resetting was only in the back of his mind right then.

Maybe his subconscious had driven his actions after having figured everything out.

First, that if he didn't die, the day wouldn't reset, and all those children would stay gravely injured and dead. So he should do it.

Second, the uncalculated risk, that there was no guarantee that the day would reset if he died by any other means than the bomb or any other action by the killer himself. So he should take a moment to think before acting.

And third, the realization that he had completely shut down at the sight of an unmoving Anya covered in blood.

And for that, the reassurance that he can reset the day by himself in case something goes wrong isn't enough to placate the spy instinct screaming at him.

You're not her father! You cannot care for her like that! She doesn't even deserve the likes of you!

It was so easy, too. To pick up a gun and take his own life. He was painfully trained into avoiding any damage to himself unless he was compromised beyond salvation.

Here he is now, compromised in an entirely unexpected way. No wonder it was that easy.

He looks at Anya, and within his meltdown suddenly a thought clicks.

Is that the same with his killer? If he's received similar training, what despairing situation would lead him into such a suicidal revenge mission?

Could the loss of a child be it?

You're not her father...

After he comforts Yor's worries about him, he pretends to go to bed, but instead picks up his transmission device and communicates with his headquarters. He asks them for information on any former spy of his caliber who happened to grow attached to a child, particularly one that later died.

The cover identities of other spies are none of his business unless it's a joint mission, but now he can't help wondering how often WISE orders its spies to create identities that require them to build a family.

Did his killer also have to blend in as a family man?

And if yes... what would prevent Twilight from going down the same path, if something happened?

He frowns as he puts his equipment away. His goal is to ensure nothing happens in the first place.

He works out as he waits for the time Anya and Yor would wake up, and then starts preparing breakfast for them. At 06:45 exact he stands outside Anya's door, waiting. When he hears movement he immediately slips inside.

“Papa?” she says, rubbing the last of sleep from her eyes. “What's going on?”

He kneels down in front of her. “Anya, would you like to skip school today?”

Her eyes widen. “But—but the play is today!”

“You'll go to the play. And you'll do great.” A smile blooms on his face, and he can barely believe how wide and how genuine it is.

“But what would you say to an outing day?”

“An ooting!”

“I can tell the school you're not feeling well. They'll believe me, because I'm a doctor. I'll tell them that you'll probably be okay by this evening for the play.”

“I won't get any Tonitruses?”

He shakes his head, and her smile widens in an almost comical way.

I'll have to fabricate blood test results to explain her absence. I'll “suspect” she has a bug, so she'll need to stay off school and go get tested, which will show it's nothing contagious, so once she feels better she'll be clear for the play. Evidence that won't be necessary if they don't remember it tomorrow to ask me about it.

But if I actually manage to not die today, I'll need to cover up my bases.

Anya's smile drops suddenly, her face freezing.

His own smile fades in worry. “What is it?” he asks.

“Uh—Are you okay, Papa? Why are you taking me off school?”

“I've been pressuring you too much lately with homework. I think you deserve a day off.”

“And will you be okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“With—with the work, I mean! Do you not work today?”

“It's a day off for me too.”

She blinks at him, confusion starting to mix with relief.

“It's alright, you don't have to worry about anything.”

You really don't. Today is your day.

Just in time, he hears Yor's door open.

Now, then. Do I just tell Yor I'm letting Anya play hooky, or come up with an excuse? I don't like lying to her...

Anya runs out into the hall, shouting, “Mama! Papa will let me play hooky today!”

No! I mean, yes, but...

Teeth clenched and a blush on his face, he steps out too to face a confused Yor.

“Is that alright?” she asks. “Isn't today important?”

“I'll still go to the play! But this morning I'm resting and having fun!”

Yor keeps looking at him, understanding seeping into her features. “She won't get into trouble, right?”

He shakes his head. “I'll have everything sorted. She deserves a break and some fun.”

“Well then,” she says, leaning down to Anya, “one day won't hurt. I hope it's fun!”

As they eat breakfast he can't help trying to put meanings behind the way Yor smiles at the two of them.

Does she think that he felt so upset by his “nightmare”, that he was desperate for some fun time with his daughter, enough to decide a day off school was an acceptable sacrifice?

And how does that influence her impression of him?

And why does it matter to him? If today is reset anyway...

“Papa! Anya wants ice cream today!”

“Finish your breakfast, first, and I'll let you have anything you want.”

She giggles, starting to list all the candy she'll eat today.

Yor's eyes widen in surprise. She most definitely doesn't peg him as someone who'd allow his child to eat only candy for the entire day.

He calls Eden to inform them of Anya's absence as she and Yor get dressed. Yor leaves first, since Anya takes her sweet time filling her backpack with things and toys she definitely won't need on their outing and will forget about.

He hears the school bus at the stop outside their building, picking up the students from their neighborhood.

One, two, three, four, five. And start!

Anya joins him in the window to look at the bus, and he nearly screams at her to take cover.

The routine may be starting to grow on him in such a comforting way that his instructors would be seething, but there's still that spy instinct to maintain the cover and the lie as much as possible, even if no-one remembers that tomorrow.

He looks at her, and she's got her typical wide-eyed shocked look on her face.

He suppresses a sigh. Maybe today he'll get the chance to understand her a little better.

First stop, an ice cream shop. Anya gets two scoops of chocolate, with sprinkled peanuts, of course.

“Isn't that too little?” He had expected her to get a much bigger one.

She gives him a sly smile. “It's only Anya's first ice cream for today.”

Of course it is. He sighs with a smile back.

Next stop, the park. At first he's content with watching Anya and Bond play, but a little later he finds himself joining them. They throw the frisbee for Bond, then when that's done, Anya climbs on Bond's back and she rides him as Loid pretends to chase them, and then they switch roles, with Anya and Bond pretending to chase him.

With every giggle and laugh from her, the images of yesterday start fading, feeling like a faraway nightmare. One he may never forget, but can at least dismiss as not real.

They're lying down on a picnic blanket and Anya raises her feet, pretending to walk on the sky.

He looks at her and his chest feels full. The happiness this child is glowing with, the innocence with which she acted like she was hunted down by an evil boss, the simple way an ice cream with peanuts sprinkled on top can make her smile so wide... this is what he's been fighting for.

But for the first time, he starts thinking it’s because it’s Anya that he wants to keep making her smile like that.

Next stop, a toy shop. Anya runs around shouting, and for the first time since he adopted her, Loid couldn't care less about how everyone is looking at her. She is loud. But children are loud.

She walks to him and grabs his hand, dragging him to an exhibit of a model train.

“Can we build a train station at home?” she asks.

“Sure, we can. How long do you want the train tracks to be?”

He still holds her hand. By now she's gotten better at not wandering too far away, and he's prepared to protect her from anyone who might want to take her. He doesn't need to keep holding her hand; yet he does, grasping on the sense of comfort it's giving him.

His shoulders slouch forward as his mind wanders off to his killer. If he's experienced the loss of a child, could he have changed his plan last time in order to target Anya instead, after seeing how proud Loid must have looked during the play?

Anya grows a little serious. “Papa,” she starts. “Why are you doing this today?”

“Aren't you having fun?” he asks, genuinely.

“I am! It's so fun! But...”

He squeezes her hand a little. “You don't have to worry. I just thought you could relax a little on your big day.”

Her smile comes back at the thought of the play.

“Now, should we get this train?”

Next stop, another ice cream. That's definitely spoiling her. He can't find it in himself to care.

They sit on a bench facing the river. Anya's legs swing to and fro as she takes careful bites of her cone so that her ice cream won't spill on her hands. She's not very successful. Bond is sitting on the ground next to her, looking at her with big, pleading eyes. Anya turns to look at Loid, who shakes his head at her. While the strawberry ice cream would probably be safe, Anya had asked for chocolate sprinkles, immediately making her treat incompatible with the dog's stomach.

“Papa,” she says, lowering her cone. “Is this a dream?”

“What? No, why do you ask?”

“It's a really good day, and I don't want to forget it.”

Oh.

He could tell her anything right now. He could soothe her worries with lies, and it wouldn't matter.

And it's maybe because it doesn't matter that some truth comes out of him.

“Well, if it is a dream, it's still a good one, right? You may wake up and not remember it, but it was still fun while it lasted.”

She looks at him, perplexed.

“Good things always come to an end at some point. Things always change, and every small thing can lead you down a different path. But what matters is that you're feeling happy during the good times.”

“Papa... are you ever going to give Anya away?”

He stiffens. At this point, I wish I'll never have to.

He gives her a soft pat on the head. “I will leave at some point. It can't be helped. I just...” The force of his honesty nearly brings tears to his eyes. “I just hope that will be in a long, long time from now. When we're old, very old. You may have kids of your own then. You'll watch them grow and... You will know, then.”

That your one hope will be that you won't see them die earlier than you.

Not like yesterday, with me...

The unshed tears in her eyes finally break his defenses. She leans her head on his side and wraps her free arm around his back. He slowly and gently returns the gesture, closing his eyes before his own tears starts running.

She's hugging him; in a different way than she hugs Yor, probably used to how reserved he is when it comes to physical touch. When was the last time he actually allowed himself to feel the comfort of a hug, to really let it touch his soul?

For most people, what they hope isn't necessarily what they're likely to get. For a spy like him, the chances of those hopes becoming true are significantly smaller.

He wasn't supposed to hope for anything personal. And even though right now his most powerful wish is for Anya to be happy and safe no matter what, he knows that part of that wish includes him being a reason for her happiness and safety. Not just as a protector of peace, but as her father as well.

Can't hope be a motivating factor? If he hopes to stay as her father... can't that motivate him to change, so he can deserve her as his daughter? As his family?

Anya pulls away a little, sniffling, and offers him her half-eaten cone. “Don't cry, Papa. Do you want my ice cream?”

He contemplates shaking his head, but he decides to take her up on the offer, make her feel that she's helping.

Of course, she has helped him, more than she could ever realize, but that's not something that's easy to tell her. Maybe accepting the ice cream will make it clear in her mind that she is helpful to him. “Are you sure? You seemed to like it a lot.”

“Yup.”

He takes it, carefully biting at the cone. “Thank you.”

“I like you that way,” Anya says.

“What way?”

“Like you are today. I wish you were like that every day.”

“What do you mean? Because I let you skip school?” He opens his mouth to get a lick of the ice cream.

“No. You smile today.”

He freezes, mouth still open, tongue slightly out. He retracts it slowly as his shoulders hunch forward. “I haven't been the most pleasant company, have I?”

“It's okay, Papa. Anya is happy to be here.”

He can't help asking himself what exactly it is that makes her so happy. With how he's been treating her, it's a wonder she hasn't grown into hating his guts. But then, kids at that age have a hard time separating their feelings from their logic. She's too young to realize the bare minimum he provides as a father is not worth all the affection she's been giving him.

Let alone the fact that it's Loid Forger she cares for. She doesn't even know the real him.

Yet, he was the one who took her out of the orphanage. He knows he hasn't been a model father, but he doesn't doubt himself enough to think that he's been worse than that place. Maybe that's why she cares for him. Does she see him as her hero, and therefore cannot see his flaws for what they are?

“Remember the first day, when I adopted you?”

Her wide smile is enough of an answer. It should be obvious that she'd never forget that day.

“I told you to pretend you've always been my daughter. I told you to lie to others. Didn't you ever wonder why I asked you to do that?”

Anya looks lost. She doesn't seem to have an actual answer.

That was out of left field. She most likely repeated your lie because it helped her pretend that you had indeed always been her father, that she had always had you, instead of moving between different families and orphanages for as long as her young mind would remember. It was her way to fake it till she made it.

He sighs, telling himself to stop making assumptions already. Anya's unpredictable enough that probably none of those assumptions stand true. “I'm not angry or anything. I just wonder why you agreed to it immediately and never asked for a reason.”

She doesn't say anything, and he doesn't pressure her.

“Can we go home? I'm tired now,” she says.

He offers to carry her on the way back; she says no when she sees that his one hand will be occupied with Bond's leash while the other with the shopping bag from the toy shop, but he insists.

She falls asleep within minutes of resting her head on his shoulder. She drools on his suit jacket, and once again he can't bring himself to care.

He spots a fellow spy coming his way. The man tips his head just so, then turns at the pedestrian lines next to them.

“Awoo,” he says, dropping a crumpled up chocolate bar wrapper on the ground before he crosses the street.

Cipher W.

Loid pretends to tsk at him, as he maneuvers Bond's leash into his other hand and leans down to pick up the wrapper.

“Vandals,” he says to a woman next to him who was just about to pick it up herself. He reaches first and grabs it.

This was risky, but calculated. The next trash can is far enough away that no-one will notice Loid not throwing the wrapper in it.

What they didn't calculate was the possibility of him looking suspicious by insisting on picking it up when he's holding a sleeping child, a dog's leash and a big shopping bag instead of allowing the woman, both of whose hands were free, to do it after she'd offered. But that's on him; he can't blame HQ for their chosen way of communication.

If this day resets, it won’t matter, but still.

Back home he puts Anya in bed, and as he watches her sleep peacefully he realizes that today has given him a new need for stopping the time loop.

He now wishes Anya could actually remember this day.

He sighs, going to his bedroom to study the delivered report.

Three suspects.

Agent Pulsar, specialty: negotiations. Infiltrated an elementary school as a teacher. MIA following a deadly terrorist bombing at the school he worked at. Presumed dead. A rank.

Agent Dubhe, specialty: foreign languages. MIA following her last blood test that showed she was pregnant. No info on child or its father. Presumed dangerous. S rank.

Agent Pollux, specialty: disguises. Married a woman with a child to extract information from her brother. Was compromised and committed suicide. Confirmed dead. SS+ rank.

Twilight looks at the last part again, making sure he deciphered it correctly.

For it to be Pulsar, he'd have to have an affinity for the dramatic to go out the same way that killed the child – or children – he cared about and that WISE considers the possible cause of his death. An A rank is both too high and not high enough for such dramatics, and too low to defeat Twilight multiple times.

Dubhe is an unlikely suspect. If something happened to her child, she's ranked high enough to find out that WISE knew nothing about her or her child's whereabouts and is therefore not guilty. Even if her child died because of an enemy organization and she went down a revenge spree, she'd first target the guilty party before moving to WISE, and they would have heard something about it.

Pollux seems the most likely fit, despite the lack of mention of a deceased child. After all, the parts 'specialty: disguises' and 'SS+ rank' don't seem to fit well with the 'confirmed dead' part.

However, Twilight is perplexed by the thought that he doesn't recognize the code name. An SS+ rank that he hasn't heard of before? Those are scarce enough for most WISE spies – especially a fellow SS+ rank like him – to at least hear about at some point.

He looks at the clock; it's twenty past one in the afternoon, and it's only then he realizes he completely forgot his scheduled meeting with Franky.

He forgot?

He sighs, rubbing at his forehead. So much for an SS+ rank.

He sends a message to WISE for more info on Pollux and leaves his room.

Anya is standing next to her door, a bright look on her face.

“You're up. Did you sleep well?”

“Can we build the train tracks?” she asks back with a smile.

He sits down with her, joining her in setting up the tracks. Anya has them go around the coffee table, then move out into the hall and reach just at the entrance of her room, then come back.

That's a long railway. Did he underestimate how much it cost?

It takes a lot of warnings from Loid to Bond to not step on the tracks, but he finds an odd comfort in watching Anya put the pieces together and setting right the ones she fails to connect correctly.

He sits down on the floor, elbow resting on his knee and chin resting on his hand as he watches her play. She sets the train on, looking at it with wide eyes and an O-shaped mouth. After the train makes two full loops she places her feet on the sides of the rail, like they're a tunnel the train goes through, she experiments with how many taps from her fingers it can take before it derails – not too many, apparently – and ends up pretending to be a monster attacking it and the rails, even dragging Bond in her play.

It would be so easy to stay here and just watch her. Did Pulsar watch his students play like that? Did Dubhe buy such toys for her child – assuming she had a safe pregnancy and delivery?

And Pollux? Had he grown attached to the family he'd infiltrated, enough to put his mission on hold to simply watch his stepchild play?

Was this how he was compromised?

“Papa, I'm hungry!” Anya exclaims suddenly.

He smiles, not having moved from his spot. “What would you like to eat?”

Her first answer is, of course, more sweets, but she agrees on hamburger steak after Loid points out that Yor will need an actual meal after her hard day at work.

Once Yor comes back and they have lunch, he excuses himself to work.

His real work.

The Handler looks unusually thoughtful when he enters the safe house. She looks up from a file to him. “What brought this up, Agent Twilight?”

“An unexpected suspicion. What do you have on Pollux?”

She closes the file, her hand holding it noticeably hard. “He was confirmed dead seven years ago. I need to know your reasons behind digging up information about him.”

“Well, for starters, the fact that he was part of WISE when I joined, one of the highest ranked members to be exact, yet I've never heard about him.”

“His matters were none of your concern back then. And there was no reason to grant him posthumous fame.”

“Why him in particular?”

Her hand holding the file tightens. “Because it would be more of a cautionary tale than anything else. That's why I need to know why you want to know about him.”

“Why, Handler. Are you scared I might go down the same path?”

“Is there any guarantee you won't?”

There's a sudden darkness in her eyes, and it almost sends a shiver down his spine. She was strong enough to overcome the loss of a child, after all. Stronger than Pollux... and him.

“I think Pollux is alive and is trying to kill me,” he says.

“Impossible. He was confirmed dead beyond doubt.”

“Do you really believe that? Don't you doubt for a second that an SS+ rank spy with specialty in disguises couldn't trick you?”

“Why would he stand idle for seven years?”

“Because he was waiting for his perfect target, the one to give him the most dramatic show of revenge. Me.” He sighs. “If it even is him. That's why I need to know more. If it is him, I need to know how he works.”

The Handler closes her eyes for a moment, then drops the file on her desk and leans forward on her chair, resting her chin on her fists. “If Pollux is really alive and after you, then I hate to say it, but your best option is to run and hope he won't catch you.”

He pauses. “What?”

“There's another reason why we don't tell our agents about him... and it's because there's barely any records on him left. All we have is anecdotes from what we remember of him. And all suggest he was unstoppable.”

He takes the file, flipping through it as he hears the Handler speak.

“Pollux was commissioned with infiltrating an elite extremist group. He took the name Casey Feint and decided to approach the group through a high-ranked member's sister, Diana Dittmar. She was a young widow, with a son who was eight years old at the time, called Derek. Against our advice, he married her three months later, and about a year after that she took the boy and ran away from him, with the help of her brother's group. The last communication we had with Pollux was a few weeks later, where he reported that his identity had been compromised. Two days later he was found dead in his apartment, having committed suicide by hanging.”

Twilight looks back at her. “That's all this file contains. Why isn't there anything more about him or his past missions?” There were only sketches of him, too; most were quite detailed, but no sign of actual pictures of him.

“Because he destroyed it.”

“What? All of it? How?”

She gives him a look. “Wouldn't you be able to do the same for your records, if you wanted to erase any information we had on you?”

“And you're telling me you didn't think this was suspicious?”

“It was part of the protocol following the discovery of the best agent WISE had at the time.”

“And Diana... she ran away because she discovered him?”

Her eyes point to another file on the desk. He picks it up, reading through police investigation records. Particularly, interviews of Diana and the boy.

The Handler shares a summary of the interviews as he reads through. “A few months into the marriage, Pollux had turned gradually more controlling and paranoid, to the point of abuse. Diana thought she could handle it, and that he was understandably scared of Westalian spies, but after confiding to her brother he convinced her to leave him, helping her run away. Pollux chased her down and found her, revealing his true identity to her. We never got his side of the story, so we have no idea why he did that. After she rejected him, he reported the compromise of his identity, destroyed all records we had of him, then returned to his family apartment and hanged himself.”

“Or that's what he made you think.”

“Are you absolutely certain that it's him?”

He isn't. But if it's Pollux, then Twilight's knowledge of his identity might prove for an effective element of surprise, even if it's small.

“No,” he admits. “Any ideas why he would reveal himself to Diana?”

“Our best possible guess is that he hoped to win her back with honesty. He must have been desperate.”

He's suddenly struck by another uncomfortable similarity to his case; a brother-in-law working for an enemy of WISE. What could possess him to believe Yor would trust him over Yuri, if all the truths came out?

Well, at least he can use his case to probe for any weaknesses. The only problem is, how does he use to his advantage the weaknesses of a man on a suicide mission?

In the transcript, Diana's sentences are short, with big pauses between most. A stutter here, a murmur there, and all Twilight can feel is a sense of terror on her side. At this point Pollux had already been declared dead and she had been informed of that, but even then she seemed to still fear him and his memory. The kid didn't share anything at first. The only records of interviews with him start two years after Pollux's reported death.

“It's quite obvious that living with him was a mentally scarring time for them,” the Handler offers.

And all that because he got too attached to that family? So attached that his feelings blinded him to what was best for them?

“Did he realize that?” he wonders out loud. “Did he see that they saw him as a monster, and lose all will to live?”

“It's a possibility.”

“But he had enough wits about him to destroy all records about him. And if he's been lurking for seven years, waiting for the perfect target and opportunity...”

Choosing Twilight when the latter has assumed the role of a family man. Taking Desmond down with him in order to mess up WISE's plans, potentially leading the two countries back at war.

He suppresses a shiver. How far would things have to go for Twilight to embark on a suicide mission that may eventually cause a war, when it's the prevention of it that's been driving him all this time?

“You think he might have blamed WISE for how he ended up?” Enough to not only turn against them, but also against their very reason for existing.

“If he's still alive and has been planning this all along... he might have. Even the strongest can crack in this line of work.”

“Where are Diana and her son now?”

“They're reported to live in a small town on the northern coast of Ostania. She's still unmarried.”

No surprises there. Losing a spouse only to remarry someone who ended up abusing her would understandably ruin her perception of marriage.

And how would Yor feel, if she found out?

“They haven't reported anything suspicious? Someone getting too close to them for comfort?”

“I can ask for an investigation. But it will take a couple days.”

Time he doesn't have.

Which means he's on his own.

“It won't be necessary, but thank you,” he says, then looks at the file in his hand. “Pollux, huh? And where's Castor?”

The Handler snorts a laugh. “Part of the destroyed files would probably explain why he chose that code name. There's no records of any WISE agent named Castor, either by real or code name.”

That gives him an idea. He wonders how quick Franky can be.

He places the file back on the desk. “Thank you for the briefing today.” He puts his hat back on, tips it at her, and takes his leave.

This evening he allows Anya to wear her prince costume before they leave the house. She's absolutely glowing with pride and happiness on their way to Eden, and he's pleasantly surprised to find out that he doesn't mind the curious smiles from the people who notice them.

This time he's the one to take Anya backstage. He goes in himself, realizing he needs a cleanse of yesterday's images. Today the dressing rooms are only full of happy children. Bumbling, jumpy, excited, living children.

Before he turns to leave, he leans down to whisper to Anya.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What, Papa?”

“I know Damian knows his lines very well, but if he happens to forget one when you have a scene together, don't hesitate to help him.”

Anya had helped Damian every single time, apart from the dreaded third day, which was entirely Twilight's fault. He knows she'll do it even if he doesn't ask her to.

By now he knows he's doing it only because he wants to.

As he walks into the theater hall he gives a slight nod at the by now too familiar usher. Once again she brushes invisible dust off her vest.

Everything in position.

He's already forgotten about that worry by the time he sits down next to Yor.

Bell rings, lights go down, curtain opens, and he doesn't even bother checking the Desmonds' box seats now.

Instead, he catches himself smiling genuinely when Anya makes her heroic entrance, waving her wooden sword around.

He doesn't mind it anymore.

For the first time he's fully engrossed in the play. He still finds it a little silly, but he can't help being overtaken by the children's excitement over it. It may be the fifth time he watches it, but knowing exactly how it goes gives him the chance to simply enjoy it as much as the children do.

Damian notices his parents and freezes. Anya gives Loid a knowing look, then dramatically steps in front of the boy.

“Oh, Sec—Princess, tell me again about that curse!”

Loid breathes out a laugh. Maybe he'd hoped Anya wouldn't have almost called Damian by her chosen nickname for him if she'd been warned about it.

His smile is wide when the play ends and applause erupts.

One single “Whoo!” escapes him, and he almost blushes as he notices Yor giving him a surprised smile. She then turns forward and whoos at Anya as well.

Anya is once again glowing, and his heart feels unfamiliarly light. He accepts it.

The audience takes their leave and at the correct time, the usher “drops” the coffee cups so that the coffee will stain his clothes instead.

Suddenly, there's enough hope in him that he'll make it through today that he starts worrying how he'll get those coffee stains out of his clothes. Yor had said this suit looked good on him when she'd first seen him in it some time ago.

Yor offers to go get Anya as he excuses himself to the bathroom.

Instead of taking that exact way, however, he stays just by the foyer, the path to the designated fire exit clear.

After studying the building's blueprints, and with yesterday's knowledge from the side that the killer came from, there's just three possible ways from which he can appear.

He spots the familiar blue cravat just in time his ordered announcement comes from the intercom.

“Castor Coughlan is requested at the entrance gate. Repeat, Castor Coughlan is requested at the entrance gate.”

The man freezes in his tracks. He looks at Twilight, one single second of shock and hesitation on his face.

I got you, you bastard.

That second is enough for Twilight to turn and run.

Franky works miracles. There wouldn't be that many people registered with the first name Castor in Westalian birth certificates since the start of this century, and Franky would only need look for those that seemed to mysteriously disappear. And even though it was an informant against a formerly SS+ rank spy, Franky found him.

Twilight had suspected that someone with such an audacious personality would do something as brazen as to hide his real name in his code name. Castor, the strong but ultimately mortal warrior, turning into Pollux, his immortal twin brother.

It's this audacity that has followed him through all his years as a spy, it seems; even now.

His eyes dart backwards as Pollux follows after him, fury written all over his face.

Damn, for a man packed with explosives, he's fast.

Twilight pushes the fire exit open and runs out into the almost empty yard.

He gives a tiny whistle and turns around, listening carefully as the snipers prepare their rifles.

He focuses on the door, waiting for it to open and for Pollux to walk right into his trap.

Come at me, come at me...

Too many long moments pass, and the door isn't opening.

It's too late when he hears the whoosh of a silencer. He manages to move enough that the last two bullets miss him, but too slow to avoid the first two cracking his skull open.

He drops on all four, blood dripping from his head down on his sleeves and onto the ground.

More silenced shots are heard, and he can only listen as the snipers are taken down one by one.

Damn it, Twilight. You had to make such a show for it.

Following the announcement using his real name, Pollux must have suspected there was a trap set for him outside. So of course he chose to take cover and shoot him from afar instead.

Twilight coughs weakly. His vision is swimming, but his hearing is still sharp enough to hear the footsteps approaching the door from inside. They don't sound like the loafers Pollux was wearing. They sound like heels. Familiar ones. He manages to raise his head just enough to look at the door.

It bursts open, revealing a breathless Yor. She gasps at the sight of him, then her eyes go straight for the position of the first sniper, then the second...

She's gotten the wrong idea, he realizes as he sees her hand twitch into a claw-like shape and her eyes turn dark. She seems to prepare herself to jump.

He cuts her off with a breathy, “Yor.”

She looks back at him, eyes softening again. She runs to him, hands trembling as she reaches for him. “Loid! Who did this to you?!” She looks back up, immediately spotting the hiding places of two more snipers.

How...?

She tenses again and he says, “Wait. Don't. S—Stay.” His arms collapse but Yor reaches out and holds him in her lap before he drops to the ground.

“Loid?” she says in a tearful voice.

“Stay with me—please...”

“Loid...” Her lips start trembling with quiet sobs.

“I'll... be okay...”

Her sobs are not quiet anymore. He feels her tears drop on the collar of his shirt.

“I... I made the... suit you liked... dirty...”

She fades away from his vision.

BANG!

~

A/N: I know that Anya immediately repeated Loid's lies about their family because she was excited to play spy alongside him. But in my view, I think there’s one more reason, and it’s that part of her truly wanted to act like this was the case because it helped ease her traumas from the lab and from being moved between orphanages and foster families. When Twilight thinks about that, it makes Anya have a self realization too, as deep as her young mind allows, and it makes her tired and seeking comfort.

For clarification, the “BANG” sound at the end of every chapter is the sound of Bond banging his feet on Loid’s door. It indicates the day being reset, as it’s the very first sound Loid hears upon waking up.

#Spy x Family #sxf ff #sxf fanfic #piracytheorist writes #mtav

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, November 25th

PRINCIPAL: Buffy? BUFFY: Hey. PRINCIPAL: Hey. I—thought that you were, um— DAWN: Sick? She was. Oh, vomiting and oozing from various places and— PRINCIPAL: Yeah, I remember, so please don't go on. DAWN: Oh, but now, it's amazing. The doctor gave her some cream. BUFFY: (overlapping with Dawn) Pills. (Principal looks back and forth between them) And a cream. And I'm all better.

~~Bring on the Night~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Being Known by Kean (abreathofsnowandashes) (Buffy/Angel, T)

The Chosen Princess and the Shadow Knight by KairosImprimatur (Buffy/Angel, not rated)

Not Like Before by buffytargaryen (Buffy/Angel, G)

The Red Gate by bluestarsandclouds (Buffy/Angel, G)

Side Mission by Taaroko (Buffy/Angel, T)

Overexcited by AmorousGreen (Buffy/Angel, E)

Angelus's Mercy: Part Two by MCorey1317 (Buffy/Angel, E)

My Rebel Is the Centerfold by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

My Rebel Is the Centerfold by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Foregiveness Doesn't Come Easy, Chapter 7 by slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, not rated)

Prolonging The Inevitable, Chapter 83 by Lotzofcanary (Scoobies, CSI crossover, M)

With Arms Wide Open, Chapter 15 by jaybird023 (Buffy/Giles, E)

The Windows of Babylon, Chapter 10 by 42_Noodles (Xander, Hellsing and Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler crossover, E)

When Ethan Rayne made Rambo, Chapter 7 by USKiwi (Scoobies, not rated)

Going Home (to a place we’ve never been before), Chapter 14 by curiouswombat (Dawn, Silmarillion crossover, T)

Fuel’s Aflame, Chapter 14 by wickedrum (Buffy/Spike, not rated)

Moments that Make You: The Hero and The Princess, Chapter 94 by myheadsgonenumb (Cordelia/Doyle, T)

Can't Salvage This, Chapter 3 by fatalfae (Buffy/Angel, M)

Dawn Rising, Chapter 21 by Luna_delCielo (Buffy/Finrod Felagund, Silmarillion crossover, T)

"The Sky's Gonna Open", Chapter 6 by lindseymcdonaldseyelashes (Lindsey/OC, E)

Buffyverse Flashfic, Chapter 9 by NotASlayer (Buffy/Anya, T)

Caged, Chapter 3 by Susan19 (Buffy/Faith, T)

New York, Chapter 20 by drsquidlove (Giles/Xander, M)

Cruel, Cruel Summer, Chapter 2 by Michaelt (Scoobies, not rated)

Breathe Again, Chapter 14 by Califi62 (Angel/Cordelia, M)

One Day You'll Know, Chapter 6 by HaleKent (Buffy/Spike, M)

New Blood, Chapter 10 by danu40k (Xander, Naruto crossover, T)

The More the World is Changing, the More it Stays the Same, Chapter 2 by the_widow_twankey (Angel/Spike, M)

Never Let Me Down Again, Chapters 1-2 by BuildMeUpButtercup_x (Buffy/Angel, M)

Transformed By Love, Chapter 1 by Buffyworldbuilder (Ensemble, Vampire Diaries and The Originals crossover, T)

Crash and Burn, Chapters 20-21 by NautiBitz (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Dead End Plots, Chapter 21 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Buffy 2.0, Chapter 16 by BlueZeroZeroOne (Buffy, FR18)

Embracing The Darkness, Chapter 5 by BlueZeroZeroOne (Buffy, FR21)

Transformed By Love, Chapter 1 by Buffyworldbuilder (Ensemble, The Originals crossover, FR15)

Cherry On Top, Chapter 2 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Sims 4: The last rooms in my now completed sims 4 Sunnydale build! by mrsnikki88

Artwork: Buffy and Spike by isevery0nehereverystoned (worksafe)

Artwork: Buffy and Dean Winchester by gleafer (Supernatural crossover, worksafe)

Artwork: Giles and Spike with Aziraphale and Crowley by fish3s (Good Omens crossover, worksafe)

Artwork: Eddie from The Fresman (plus other characters played by Pedro Pascal) by questionable-squirtle (worksafe)

Gifset: Buffy and Angel by muldery (worksafe)

Animation: Xander being roomies with Spike by pzyii (TW for suicide mention, worksafe)

Fanvid: Buffy/Angel by bluestarsandclouds

Cartoon: Angel and Spike seeing the Tardis at W&H by Paul Gadzikowski's The Hero of Three Faces (worksafe)

Fanvid: buffy summers | something to sing about by Snow Spirit

Fanvid: Buffy Summers | Rise by xxLowkeyTrashxx

Fanvid: Buffy: The Lucid Dream Acid Trip Fiasco - Part II: The Drugs Like Me by MyLoveableCrayon

Fanvid: Buffy and Angel - Maybe If I Tell Myself Enough - by JD productions

Fanvid: Spike | William The Bloody (BTVS) by The Rustry Lion

Music: Buffy The Vampire Slayer - Drag Mix by Craque

Music: BUFFY – The Vampire Slayer Drum Cover by Settled to Dust

Video: Las aventuras d estos pequeñines está comenzando by Alberto Ramírez Clar (Scoobies Funko pops animation, in Spanish)

Video: btvs talks to their younger selves by Kitties 'n Horror

[Reviews & Recaps]

The Gift by Girl4Music

Season 5 [of BtVS] has a lot of bangers by Girl4Music

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Video: Watching Buffy with the kids by Gambrilliant

Podcast: Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Out of mind, out of sight by Bite Me: A Buffy Podcast

[Recs]

Fanvid: BTVS - Anya - Diamond Mind by Charmax recced by Priceless

[Fandom Discussions]

Angel's tendency to assume he knows best for everyone he cares about by all-seeing-ifer

Buffy becoming almost completely soulless by Aphony Cree

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[Drusilla and Buffy not being intellectual enough for Spike and other diverging opinions] by venusmelody

There are like three categories with Buffy the Vampire Slayer by all-hail-the-water-god

Everything Spike did was always for love [anti-Angel] by jenny-from-the-box

What if Spike and Harmony are so unusual for vampires because Drusilla was insane by unseentravler

BuffyTVS/Marvel Fic Idea by widderwise

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[doyouknowwhoyouare13]

Nyx reads Crooked Kingdom! (part 1)

We all know how this goes now, NO PRESSURE TO READ!!!!

Started: 2/5

Finished:

SPOILERS BELOW!!!

Chapter 1, Retvenko

New character

please don't be like Joost

oh the clash

pink, red, and orange?

disgusting

WAIT

I DON'T THINK HE IS NEW

HOLD ON

HOLY SHIT HE ISN'T A NEW CHARACTER

HE'S ANYA'S DAD? MAYBE NOT DAD BUT SHE WAS STAYING WITH HIM

AHHHH

wait is he old or like the crows age

that's so fair Retvenko

I need a nickname for you

hmmm

Retty

no that's just rude

hmmmmm

Maybe I shouldn't

what if you end up like Joost

giving you a nickname is like attaching myself to you

I don't think that's a good idea

I like the way he talks

HE'S FUNNY

just like me

How do people drink coffee/tea without sugar? 😦

there ain't no way

HE WAS RIGHT THERE WAS SOMETHING

me no like this

DON'T BE LIKE JOOST ISTG

chapter 2

WYLAN

OMG I ALWAYS COMPLAINED ABOUT HIM NOT GETTING A CHAPTER

WOOHOO!!!

oh he's...sad

omg it really didn't fade away??

that's smart of the owners though

BECAUSE KAZ IS HILARIOUS AND LIKES TO SEE JESPY BOY SUFFER

MATT 💀

I love Nina sm

ew

what.

AHHH WESPER!!

Van Eck fucking sucks

KAZ THAT'S AWFUL

uh oh

Chapter 3

MATTYYYYY

oh how I have missed you you burlish squid

I'm sorry Kaz pretending he cares is absolutely fucking hilarious

you were so Matty boy

AHHH I LOVE THEM

JESPER AND KAZ ARE SO FUNNY

MATT 💀

omg Matt is dead?!?!?! 😦

joking it's just Muzzen anyways

HIS FATHER???

Chapter 4

INEJ MY WIFE

ah shit I forgot she was kidnapped

I would actually die I hate the dark

I like this guy

NO

THEY ARE COMING

STOPPPP

SO SMART

OH NO

NO WAY

lawd that was scary

oh my god Inej 😭

breaking my heart wtf

#★nyx reads crooked kingdom!

[blackbutlerbitch23]

💖Now that I have some followers who cannot escape my feed and are forced to listen to me, I will rank my top 5 ships from Black Bulter from Worst to Best and explain why I placed them there. BTW my opinion is 100% correct, AND no, I do not take criticism. Buckle up your seat belts because this will be a long ride, and no, we're not gonna stop; you should have gone to the bathroom before we left. Now sit back, relax and HAVE FUN, EVERYONE!!!! 💖

5. Vincent & Madam Red

Aesthetically this couple is fantastic. Betrayal, drama, jealousy, and forbidden love. There's a reason why blue and red are often paired together. PRIME COLOURS, BABY. That's what the kids call colour theory 😎. ANWAY, this is the Angelica Schuyler (work, work) and Alexander Hamilton (lol, you defiantly threw away your shot) ship of the Black Butler community. Even the name Angelina looks and sounds similar to Angelica. They are a bisexual dream of "may I have a side of step on me" 👞👡. They would have been that couple. Yet, I gotta rate them at number five because even though they would be slaying it together (literally and figuratively *very clever jack the ripper and watchdog joke*🔪), it does reduce the intelligent and independent Madam Red into an "uwu notice me sempai" girl. She gets turned from girl boss (affectionate) into girl boss (unaffectionate). Like GURL, I know he is bad, but you are a Miranda in a world full of Nates. The Devil wears Prada because he has taste👠. He's not worth trying to stab an eye-patched child over.

7/10 - if I was Angelina, I would have poured red wine over Rachel's wedding dress because I'm petty like that👰🍷.

4. Mey-Rin & Ronald Knox

I KNOW WHAT YOU ALL ARE THINKING🧠. That's right, I'm telepathic AF. Call me Anya 2.0. "Didn't they only interact once?" Yes, and your point? I could sense the chemistry and potential oozing like a warhead from that singular interaction. When Mey-Rin said that was the first time she ever got hit on, I was shocked and appalled because that girl is a hot warrior queen 👑like some Victorian Hippolyta. If I was shot by Mey-Rin, I would thank her because that meant she noticed little ol' me. Ronald (lol nerd) may *technically* be a dead sociopathic playboy, but underneath all that, he is also a clumsy idiot with some pretty snazzy fighting skills like a certain maid ;)). They both rock the sexy geeky🤓 look, AND Mey-Rin deserves to be swept away by a man who understands the struggle of trying to impress your superior (and failing horribly) while cleaning out blood stains🩸. They are number four because I vaguely get some The Mister by E.L James vibes, which makes me break out in a cold sweat 😷🤢if I think about it for too long. Plus, they did only interact once. God, imagine having Grell as a mother-in-law.

7.5/10 - Call me captain because Imma go down with the ship like the Campania that brought these virgins together⚓.

3. Ciel & Sieglinde

Bubala, I want to get this out of the way before we proceed. I'm no Humbert Humbert. Miss me with that ❌Lolita❌ shit (although it's a fantastic book, shout out to my lad Nabokov). When I ship kids, it's in an "it would be cute in the future" way. I don't expect a thirteen-year-old and ten-year-old actually to date. Kapeesh? Anyway, this is also not a reflection of Elizabeth as a character. We can all agree that their relationship was doomed the minute Lizzy discovered that OCiel wasn't RCiel and proceeded to have one of the worst reactions possible™. She tried to kill Sebastian, ran away from home, and let a TEENAGER get arrested because she got Parent Trapped. Girl, you even knew he was innocent but go off sis🙄💅. You know, ✨everyday rich girl things✨. Sieglinde, our little green witch, adores Ciel for who is truly is, not the broken-down actor carrying around his brother's ghost. Our scientist saw OCeil at his lowest point and still came to respect him. She also was tricked by him but didn't try to get him arrested, so...🙄💅. I'm more of an On the grind 💪 appreciator than a girl boss, manipulate gaslight type. Gotta love a spider leg, girl.

Unlike Elizabeth, who has dealt with tragedy from a distance (and don't get me wrong, she hasn't had an easy ride. It's just more psychological/self-inflicted), Ciel and Sieglinde, these two pipsqueaks have been through hell and back but came out stronger. In short, they can relate to each other's pain more than others their age. Plus, she's super adorable and a genius who can keep up (and outsmart) Ciel and is unafraid to be herself. They might not win in a leg race, but they will destroy you on a chessboard♟️. The best girl in town deserves the worst boy in London 😈.

8/10- Don't witches 🧙‍♀️ love the devil or whatever? Hocus Pocus girl and contract boy can fangirl over the same demon together. Fandom goals

2. Diedrich & Vincent

Ah, Hello again, Vincent. You have shown up on this list more than the actual Manga. Anyway, WHEN I SAW THE PANEL, THE ONE WITH "THE DAYS SPENT WITH YOU ARE BURNED INTO A MEMORY," I WANTED TO CRY. OMFG. I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖. They look so sweet together there🥺. I'm a bitch for dark English academia shit because I am basic AF. Like, don't come at me. I know dark academia has a somewhat problematic history, but Imma keep shoving it down my throat like how Diedrich shoves down those sandwiches😏. The relationship between Vincent and Diedrich is so angsty that I need some rain boots because it's pouring tears out here. Even years after Vincent dies, Diedrich remains loyal to him and tries to save his child (in his "I hate you but I serectly love you" way).

Now I can hear you exclaim, "well, Vincent basically enslaved German boy as his brother-servent thing," but let me tell you, if he wanted out, he could have just stayed in Germany, but that Guten Tag man kept visiting that fine British ass until the day that fine Britsh ass was burnt to a crisp. Vincent was hot until the day he died🔥. Diedrich even keeps a picture of their time together and thinks of it fondly, despite Vicent treating him like a lapdog. THIS MAN DIDN'T EVEN GET MARRIED!!!! WAS IT BECAUSE HE WAS TOO BUSY WITH VINCENT🤔🤔🤔???? Probably not, but for my sake, I will say yes. If Lana Del Ray's music was a couple, it would be this one. They are at number two because as much I love them, there is one ship I adore a bit more. Plus, Vincent has so many side pieces that I don't trust him to stay in a monogamous relationship.

8.5/10 - I wish I knew WHY Vincent chose Rachel over these icons. Like girl, we have no beef, but I need to understand how you collared Vincent🐕‍🦺.

1. Sebastian & Agni

HAHAHA, YOU MUST OF ALL KNOWN MY (DE)MAN WOULD HAVE TO BE A PART OF MY NUMBER ONE PAIR!!!! Oooooh, the scene where Sebastian said that Agni was the first person to ever call him a friend👌👌👌. Sebastian's first friend. Think about that. The AMOUNT OF ADMIRATION they had for one another. This is Sebastian "lol, humans are bugs I like to burn with my magnifying glass" Michaelis, who respects nothing but himself (and cats). Yet, he believed Agni to be an "exemplary butler" who lived up to his ~asethics~ and Agni, the literal right hand of Kali, reached out (no pun instead) to a DEMON and saw something worth appreciating. 

Sebastian even listened to his advice over Ciel's. His master and meal ticket. The guy he signed the bloody contract with. That's like if your lawyer turned to the opposition and said, "they make a fair point, and I agree my client is in the wrong." Like WHAT???? Seb values Agni's advice. A human. In Yana's own words, a species he views as nothing more than a cluster of pests. At best, they're amusing, like how a kid keeps an ant farm. Yet, Agni is different. Here the grasshopper has become the master🙇.

Their potential stepdad AUs were just up my ally. FOUND FAMILY ADMIRES UNITE! But I gotta admit, as much I love Soma, I would give him up for adoption if he was my kid. I can't deal with that level of extra. At the very least, he would go to theatre camp for the entire summer and boarding school, as is tradition for most rich British families. See, I'm not totally heartless😘! Talking about heartlessness, don't even get me started on Agni's death scene because I will ugly cry. When Sebastian dirtied himself with Agni's blood, even tho we all know that prissy bitch is more protective over his clothes than a runway model😔✊. That was the most upset we had ever seen him (outside of almost losing his son Ciel), and he seemed at least happy Agni died in peace. I doubt Sebastian can genuinely mourn, but now at least, he has double reason to hate Undertaker. 

In Conclusion, I just think they are neat.

9.5/10- YASS KING, WHISPER YOUR DEMON SHIT WHILE HE PRAYS TO KALI!!! However, I can't give this a perfect score because one half is dead, and I do not support necrophilia💀. I hope we get Ciel and Sebastian explaining to Soma that they did not kill his daddy and, in fact, were planning a family vacay🏖️. I swear to god, if they have Soma work with RCiel, Imma flip my lid like a fucking kettle. Overall, they would have been couple goals💏.

#LONG POST BITCHES #Black butler ships #🛳️🛳️🛳️ #kuroshitsuji #black butler #text post #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #mey rin #agni #agniseb #vincent phantomhive #madam red

[cursed-saphire-hart]

Your wish is my command! :)

Maxx: (As It's known Maxx is half vampire, which means just like Matt he can turn into a bat.)

I headcannon Maxx as more of a fruit bat, just from the way he acts and how docile Maxx is. Though because he is a vampire he needs the supplement "Red" to survive or just to make sure his blood sugar doesn't drop. Though these type of bats still eat flesh(Bugs & Mice) so yes sometimes Maxx will be caught eating the usual annoying house fly or spider. Once Amanda found Maxx eating a whole mouse he found outside when he was little.

Usually during spooky month is when Maxx and Matt go out in their bat forms. Maxx teaches anxiety how to hunt Mice and maybe the occasional human to drink blood from. Maxx honestly finds this activity fun and a Great bonding experience. Also during this month Maxx likes to go tricker treating and loves to go all put on his Vampire costume, both his parents find it very sweet that he finds fun in his Vampire qualities.

Along with Maxx being a Vampire, comes the creepy bits. He can smell people's blood, not only that but the type of blood they have. scents(When he first told Malcom this it freaked him the hell out, as out of nowhere Maxx went "Your blood type is O-, i can tell feom the smell." and Malcom just stared at him in horror and confusion. ). Maxx's favorite blood type is B- .

Ethan:

Nothing really creepy out him, except for his radioactive powers maybe.

He likes to go invisible on Holloween to pank his friends and random trick or treaters.

Ethan practiced witchcraft.

His mother showed him her Ouija board from when she was a teen and he was hooked. He lovesd the practice of black, it's been a weird interest of his to be able to curse and bless. To be able to contact the dead was something so cool to him. He once tried to summon something out of a pentagram once, but was quickly stopped by Roxxi and told his interest was going a little far and was never aloud to do it again.

Theo:

When he gets put of controll in his monster form he can become very reckless, though he never remembers what he does when he gets like that.

He once at a cat in his monster form. He never told anyone, especially Ethan. He didn't even know of it was a cat he just knows after one freak out he was coughing up animal hair for a week.

He can grow his limbs back, so can Tom. If one of their limbs gets hurt or damaged they can quickly grow it back or heal it. This also can happen in their human form...

He can also regulate his size from 10 c.m to 10Ft.

Tobi:

Man's father turned into a zombie. He got all them tendencies.

Yes, Tobi has bitten people before, he's even taken a couple chunks of flesh out of em' this typically only happens when something triggers his zombie part such as starvation which can happen with his body if he doesn't eat every 2-3 hours.

Unbeknownst to him his body can and will digest human flesh and bone. Gross...Along with this comes the ability to move his appendages when removed for a short period of time as he isn't fully zombie. When tord got his arm cut off after "The End" he was able to move it around for a short white before the arm started to lose contact with the brain like any arm would do when cut off form the body. Tobi experienced this once as well when he's older(this is a different headcannon) his finger gets cut off in a mechanical accident and he was able to move it around and detach it from the machine and get it suede back on.

Extra:

Anyas Halloween form or monster thing would be a werewolf, tell me I'm wrong >:^.

Susan would be a mummy.

Amanda would be a skeleton or part skeleton.

Roxix would be a Witch.

The extras are very correct, the only thing wrong is that Maxx does get blood from a hospital.

It's less about blood sugar and more that his body can't make the plasma that exists in healthy blood, on top of being born weak. So he would get blood transfusions to make up for it, but he freaks out about needles, so he will drink straight from the bag.

Creepy crawlies also freak him out, he's fine with spiders, he just can't touch them.

Also Amanda would have more of a Bride of Dracula situation XD

#eddsworld #ew next gen

[owlhousefansblog]

Anya was in the 8th grade when the mission ended and everything was a disaster. After it was found out that Damian's father was killed, the eastern and western parts blamed each other for his death, the east not wanting to admit it. Loid was always away from home and Yor took care of Anya most of the time. Things weren't better at school either, everyone was consoling Damian and Anya felt guilty for that and bad for Damian, but why should she? he was just the son of their target, right?

His father was found dead in his office, he had apparently been poisoned, so the murder had ended much easier than Loid thought.

One day when Anya came home from school she overheard Loid talking to Yor about their whole fake family.

I don't know how we're going to tell Anya, she's such a sweet and innocent child and she's made so much progress at the Academy, it would be a shame if we withdraw now *said Yor with tears in her eyes*

I know...but we both know we can't go on like this, she will understand *said Loid regretfully* tomorrow we will withdraw her from school

Anya knew that the end of their family would be near, so Anya had planned that tomorrow would be the last most beautiful day of her life, who knows when she will be able to go to a good school again or at least to a school..

That day in the morning she had done her best to tell them that good parents are maybe that and to be softened and at school Anya tried to behave nicely with everyone even with Damian who seemed a bit strange to her but he didn't put much of it seems

After hours she was walking in the hallways of those schools remembering all the beautiful moments she spent there, of Backy who was now long gone home, from the canteen where she first learned what a taco means and damn! it was better than penuts!

This is the corner where I hit the second son the first time! *anya said to herself proud of herself*

huh, are you still proud of this? pathetic*a voice came from behind her*

*Anya turned around and took a deep breath*

I'm so so so sorry Damian! *Anya had complained*

shhh* Damian reacted immediately when he heard footsteps in the hallway and put his hand over her mouth*

if this idiot gives us a goal, it's done with us! * Damian had said to himself while still holding his hand over her mouth *

how dare he?! *Anya said to herself*

ew! did you just lick my hand?! *Damian startled like a spring and removed his hand from her mouth* what's wrong with you?! *said Damian red-cheeked*

you wouldn't let me go so Anya acted *Anya said turning her back and walking on*

wha- HOW DARE YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON AN IMPERIAL SCHOOL STUDENT?!*damian was indignant and started after her*

hey! don't ignore me! *screams Damian after her*

Anya had stopped in the hallway at the window with that photo from class 1 with them and their parents, Anya was sitting there staring quietly.

what's wrong with you weirdo? you act weird all this day and it's annoying! *is there a problem with her grades? these months she started to study quite well...*

I know...I'm sorry for your dad and you ..* said Anya slowly, still staring at the photo*

what are you talking about? my family it's amazing! and I don't need your mercy *damian bursts in*

it's not marcy I just wondering...you work so hard this years to become the best and don't tarnish your family's name and make your father proud but...when this day came he is not still alive anymore and I'm sorry for that, for the fact that this chance was taken away from you..

I - you - *sighs* I guess life it's not fair sometimes...*said Damian looking at the photo too*

Hey! is someone here?!

come on in that class! *said Damian slowly and they both ran into an empty classroom*

Damian and Anya had hid in some benches when Anya was struck by a voice and then froze

he is going to close the school! and the class with us in it! * Anya said to herself and started to get up but Damian had signaled her not to, she hadn't listened but when she got up the door was already locked with the key *

He just locked us in here! simply! at least he knows who I AM! *Damian shakes, pounding on the door with his fists* I have to get out of here! *I can't miss my father's funeral!"

what are you doing?! HELP ME YOU IDIOT! *shouts Damian to Anya*

for what? everyone left hours ago! *Anya said sitting perched on a bench staring at the ceiling*

ughh this usles girl! *thinks Damian*

hey damian

what? wait- you just call me by my name? *said surprised with a slightly blushing smile*

can we make pece? *asked Anya still staring at the ceiling*

I don't think short legs *said Damian with a grin, standing at the end of the stairs between the rows*

listen here you totally JERK, this years I try to make you my friend ! but you were always to blind! *anya said nervously going down the stairs and now they were face to face with Anya climbing a step so that she could stand face to face with him*

as if I need your peace you short legs* said Damian stepping close to her*

she looks so damn cute when she's nervous

you-*Anya starts hearing voices suddenly they were so loud and deafening Anya felt her face bleed, she blacked out

End of part 1

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12. What is your favorite piece of Judaica?

Hmm, I know this might not be considered "Judaica", but my copy of "Ma Nishtana in 300 languages". I started a tradition in my family years ago that every Seder we say Ma Nishtana in as many languages as we can before people get pissed off and want us to move on already so we can eat XD

I especially love that the book includes "dead" languages and endangered languages, and the author really put in a ton of time in documenting these languages and getting Ma Nishtana translated into them. I feel like this truly embodies the spirit of Seder. We start by saying H'e Lachma Anya, which is in Aramaic, a tradition that began as a way for Jews to signal that all are welcome to join in, even if they don't speak Hebrew. And now my family flips through "Ma Nishtana in 300 languages" and I think we really accomplish that goal.

16. Do you have any Jewish superstitions?

Oooh so many. I'm autistic, bipolar, and have OCD, so obsessions and irrational beliefs are very much....something I deal with. Sometimes it's hard to separate what beliefs are my genuine spiritual beliefs and what are my delusions or obsessions acting up. But anyway, here are some of mine:

-Ayin Hara: I am verrryyy superstitious when it comes to Ayin Hara. I get very anxious when people talk too positively about something, or joke about bad things or death happening to someone or something I care about. I get very upset and yell at them to say "Bli Ayin Hara" and spit.

-Spirits: This is one that's very hard for me to separate from actual delusions, but I really do believe in spirits, good or bad. Sometimes I can "feel" that a house or place is particularly prone to spirits, and sometimes I talk to them. In Judaism, spirits aren't necessarily a bad thing, just a part of life.

-Birds: This one isn't necessarily Jewish, but it's very tied to my Jewish identity and beliefs. Basically, my mom's side of the family has the belief that loved ones come back in the form of birds. I really love birds, and have a pet bird myself, and sometimes it really does seem that that cardinal that was perched outside our window was my Granny. Also, reincarnation and soul-cycling is very much something that comes up in Jewish culture and traditions. Of course there's the obvious "Righteous people get reincarnated as fish".

-Spiders: My dad's side of the family claims lineage from the Davidic Dynasty, and it's said that a spider once saved King David's life. So, that's why, I and my family try very hard to not kill spiders, and to try and protect them, because if it wasn't for them, we wouldn't be here.

-Charms and amulets: I make jewelry, continuing a very long Jewish tradition, and as such I also make charms and amulets for myself. Some of mine include:

*A scrap of leftover fabric from the fabric that was used to make my family's synagogue's Torah Scroll "jacket". I rolled up this fabric and secured it with wire, and wear it on a necklace. It's said that the leftover fabric from the Torah Scroll "jacket"'s fabric provides protection for those who carry it, just as the Torah Scroll's "jacket" protects it from the elements.

*A Magen David with blue beads, since blue protects from Ayin Hara.

*A khamsa made with metal

*A snake made with copper wire for healing

*Coral beads

*A wire charm shaped like a doorway and wrapped with red thread, to evoke how the Jews painted their doorways with lamb blood in Egypt to protect our houses from the Angel of Death.

-There are just a ton more, I'm a very spiritual person, but y'know, let's get on to the other questions XD

26.  Do you have any family or local Havdalah traditions?

-All the kids in my family (when we're all at home) that are over the age of Bar/Bat Mitzvah read additional passages with my parents.

-I'm sure a lot of families have this, but raising the Havdalah candle (if you're the one holding it) as high as you want your future spouse to be

35. What (activity, text, practice, etc.) makes you feel connected to Jewishness and the Jewish community?

Oh goodness, so many things. I think just existing as a proud Jew and being one with myself and my identity sums it about up.

Thanks for the ask!

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