#everyone's favorite witchy woman!!!

[iheartchv]

Hiiiiii 💙💙💙 I love your COD match ups and I was wondering if I could have one too??

I’m 5’1”/155cm, very curvy but also surprisingly strong for a woman. Natural blonde with blue eyes but my hair is a different color like every few months (it’s blue right now! 🤭). I pretty much only wear makeup when I go out; the rest of the time it’s only mascara and brows. I like to wear superhero or witchy t shirts, leggings or jeans and combat boots, or in the winter I love my silly cozy sweaters.

I’m an INFJ, Ennegram Type 9. I am very definitely an introvert that prefers to spend time alone at home or in the woods with my dogs. I devour books, mostly fantasy/romance/mystery, I love playing cozy games or adventure games, and I write like a fiend. I’m a practicing witch.

I take a long time to bond and trust people, but when I am close with people I’m very hyper, affectionate, bubbly, sweet and loving. I still do best one on one or in very small groups. I’m AuDHD with high anxiety so I definitely feel way more comfortable with people who either are similar or understand how to help me through meltdowns.

I’m a professional dog trainer and have several Border collies who I spend most of my time and energy on; they are my heart and soul. We do EVERYTHING together 💙 my favorite part of my day is being outside with them.

My hyperfixations currently are Nightwing & Red Hood, COD, dogs and witchy things 🥰

Thank you so much in advance, you are such a cool person and I love your writing!!

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish 🧼

I think Soap would be your match

Total opposites yet can't stand to be apart for long periods of time

//I'm running out of scenarios, bear with me >3>

You're out shopping in town

Ofc your fur babies have to go with you

They were pretty well behaved and everyone loved seeing your dogs

"You've got some loyal body guards" they'd say

Some of the older ladies gossip about you needing to find yourself a man

But you thought you had all you needed: just you and your dogs

Little did you know that running into Soap would lead you down a path you never thought you'd take

Soap was sitting on a bench, watching people pass by, just sitting alone with his thoughts

You passed by and a piece of paper fell out of your back pocket

He saw the paper and figured it was yours

Could've been important

"Hey, miss"

You turned around to see if there was someone talking to you

"Yes?"

"You dropped this"

You were met with the most beautiful blue eyes you've seen

"Oh, uhm, thanks. It was just my grocery list"

A small smile crossed yoir lips

"Oh... do you want it anyway? I can throw it away for you, if you want. I just thought maybe there was something important on it"

"Sure, that'd be fine if you threw it away"

"Yes, ma'am"

He crumbled the paper in his hand and threw it in a nearby trash bin

Soap noticed you had your hands full, your dog's leashes and bags of groceries in hand

"You've got a handful. I could help you with that"

You didn't want to feel like a burden to this stranger, who made your heart feel strangely warm and fuzzy

"Are you sure, you don't mind?"

"Nah, not fir a beautiful lady like yourself"

You felt your heart start to pound

Your cheeks started to turn pink at his flirty compliment

"Okay"

He took the bags from your arms and then smiled at you

"Lead the way, I'll follow"

As you both walked to your house Soap and you introduced yourselves

He commented on your dogs, how they seemed so well trained

When you told him you were a trained dog trainer he smirked

"Ah, that's why"

He liked dogs

He was a dog person

When you made it to your front step, you opened the door to let your dogs inside, and then turned to collect your bags from Soap

He handed them to you

"You got them?" He asked, making sure you could close your dog with your arms full

"Yeah, I got them. Thanks"

"You're welcome."

A ring coming from his cell phone signaled him to go

"I've gotta go. Will I see you around?"

"Yeah, most likely"

"Alright. You take care of yourself."

You gave a nod with a soft smile

"You too."

🤍

You two became friends, close friends

So close, anyone would've thought you both were a couple

Soap would joke and tease saying they were, which made you blush and get flustered

He would only laugh and reply "I'm just joshin' with ya"

Any time he had, Soap would drop by to visit you

(Before meeting you again, he went back to the trash bin and got the crumbled piece of paper before going home that afternoon... to keep it because it had your handwriting on it)

Months went by, and everytime you went into town your eyes scanned the stores, streets, and faces of people to find Soap

Yeah, he told you he was in the military

You kinda figured he was most likely to be far away somewhere in some country or countries

You just hoped that he make it back safe

In the short amount of time, you had come to enjoy being around him

Plus your collies loved him

And he loved them, as well, as if they were his own

It warmed your heart to see him playing with your dogs outside, petting them, giving them scratches

Right now, you felt your heart tighten and your eyes water a bit

You missed him so much

You hoped every day and night that Soap would be always protected and return

One day, you saw him and you never felt more happy to see anyone

Your dogs reflected your happiness, their tails wagging

"Johnny!"

He saw you running to him, your dogs running faster then you and leading you, it seemed like

He let out a 'oof!' and a soft chuckle as you wrapped your arms around him in a hug

He hugged you back, loving the feel of you in his arms

His heart felt so warm and fuzzy holding you like this

"I'm glad you're safe and sound"

"Me, too, bonnie. Me, too...."

❤

After a while, Soap asked you out on a date

It went pretty well

He stole a kiss from you

He thought you looked cute blushing and flustered

After many more dates, he wanted to be official with you

"I want you to be my girlfriend... I understand if you say no, but... I just want you to know that I love you, I care about you. I want you, you're all I want, sweetheart"

You accept after thinking your feelings over and through

You've made him the happiest man on earth right now

Soap will do whatever it takes to make you happy, as happy as you've made him

#//thank you ;;v;;~♡; yw hope you like your match ^v^/~♡ #ask #request #cod matchup #call of duty matchup #matchup #match up #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod #call of duty #cod soap #call of duty soap #johnny soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap cod #soap mw2 #iheartchv

[forthegothicheroine]

Best Fragrantica reviews of (some of) my favorite perfumes, Part II

First installment here

Maison Martin Margiela By the Fireplace

Careful not to be worn by this perfume instead of being you the wearer. Not that it is oh so powerful, but it may be too bold of a statement piece for, ahem, some. Wearing BTF when you don't look the part and don't give it sense will have you smelling borderline unhealthy. Like your organs inside have worn off and darkened (and burned out, I guess). Truly as weird as it sounds. The raw thing smells very exciting. I love it ashy. I don't see myself daring any soon, however. And I don't find that it worked for the men I know either, as they have (and I cringe to say) whiter auras and don't fit the "handling cognac by the fire" thing. So I've yet to see it really work, which I'm sure will be great. It's a lovely perfume.

Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab Bewitched

This is the smell of a witch's brew. She made a special tea for you to drink. You pass out. When you awaken you find yourself in her garden full of poisonous berries, patchouli, weeds, clary sage, and flowers whose petals have been plucked. This is an herbal scent, like walking inside a shop selling only herbs. It's medicinal and like a tea. Not always easy to take in...The smell of sage and musk give it a unisex/masculine quality. I would say that it's more of a guy's type of cologne than a woman's. I would wear it for Halloween with a witch costume or as Morticia Addams. It's really a very engaging scent but it's linear and simple. It's a little green tea and berry. It's got a bite but it's witchy and dark, but not a strong cologne either. For a niche indie frag, not bad.

TokyoMilk Gin & Rosewater

I was in a boutique that carries the Tokyo Milk Curiosite & Bon Bon lines, and I was entranced by this. Florals are not usually my thing, by the way, because I get monster headaches from most of them. Suddenly the salesgirl is RIGHT NEXT TO ME leaning in conspiratorially and says in an awed tone that 'Blake Lively LOVES this one'. OMFG, Blake Lively, you say??!? Like for serious, the real Blake Lively?? OMFG, do you have like, more in the back?!? I'm totally going to buy every bottle you can shove in my basket because BLAKE LIVELY would hang out with me if we ran into each other and then my life could end. Um, not. I almost DIDN'T buy it because of the salesgirls then going into a tizzy about how amazing Blake is. I could not care less, although I'm sure Lively is nice enough. But it did smell cool, so home with me it came, along with the matching lotion.

Serge Lutens La Fille de Berlin

It’s an overwhelming fragrance that smells like the bottom of my grandma’s small square leather purse when we went to mass (her old dried up lipstick💄 the powder compact, the newspaper, the pack of strawberry-ish scented kleenex, the peppermints). It’s vintage, it’s a bit suffocating and I have it printed in my memory 4 ever.

Juliette Has a Gun Magnolia Bliss

Anastasia Steele, no longer a virgin. In her Audi A3, the smell of her new car, first edition books and a new life... That's what comes into mind with this perfume. The night Christian took her for the first time on his helicopter. I can imagine this is exactly what she smelled like that night. With Ellie Goulding's Love me like you do playing in the background. 

Maison Francis Kurkdjian Baccarat Rouge 540

I’m too embarrassed and ashamed to wear this in public just in case a fragrantica influencer comes out of a bush and starts pointing & laughing at me in front of everyone

Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille

what all the hot daddies in every lana del rey song smell like

Jo Malone Velvet Rose & Oud

If your family was religious, traditionally Asian, or both, you'll know this scent. This is the scent of a temple. This is the scent of an altar. Personally I can never wear this because smelling this brings back so many memories of burning incenses, visiting funerals, and saying prayers and wishes. My bottle is literally sitting on an altar.

Perfumer's Workshop Tea Rose

Speaking of the devil. This scent is the one with the Prada's shoes.

4160 Tuesdays Doe in the Snow

This is borne on a Christmas Eve, under the moonlight, a baby fawn just out of it's mother's womb. The moon is full light casting blue shadows snow lightly falling delicate flakes each one unique on the nose of the new born... Pure fresh Christmas morning air stillness not a sound blanketed with drifts of snow that is Doe In The Snow... pure white innocence...velvet petals so delicate under the driven snow...I have seen this in a dream... Another love... I get it...

#perfume

[purplekoop]

Things I Love #2: WATCH OJAMAJO DOREMI.

Okay so. context.

A while back, way earlier this year if memory serves correctly, my friend Dyna (y'know from the streams) found a peculiar song in the girl idol band rhythm game they like. Upon investigating, they learned that was an official cover of the theme song for a 1999 magical girl anime with a very niche cult following here in the states. They looked into it further, watched a video explaining why the show is so great, saw it for themselves, and after becoming thoroughly obsessed, convinced me somehow to watch the entire 200+ episode run with them.

And it. was.

Worth it.

I say it without an ATOM of hyperbole that this is genuinely one of the best shows I've ever seen. Like. Seriously, no bits no laughs no nothing, this silly little pastel-colored show is utterly phenomenal in more ways that I can do it justice. It's genuinely that good. It's hilarious, it's intense, and it made me cry and intensely hilarious number of times. It's legitimately a show that makes me happier to be alive when I think about it.

And one of the main cast members looks like this for the majority of the show.

...Okay maybe it deserves a little more context.

So, okay, plot summary:

Doremi (the pink one) is a silly, short-tempered, and chronically unlucky grade schooler who kind of sucks at... most things, to be frank. And one thing she sucks at that actually bothers her is her inability to muster up the courage to one day confess to a boy she likes. Logically, the only way she'd be able to confess is if she had magic, so she's also obsessed with witches, and one day becoming a witch herself. (Good news for her incoming.)

One day, she goes to a mysterious old house, and finds an equally mysterious woman inside with a cat. Just kind of, y'know, as a hunch. She accuses the woman of being a witch, which causes her to spontaneously turn into the green creature seen above.

This is Majo Rika, a genuine article but short-tempered witch, and the cat is secretly her fairy companion Lala. When a witch's identity is found out by a human, they get cursed into being a silly little creature known as a Witch Frog, and the only way to turn back into their original form is for the human who found them out to become a witch themself, and then use their magic to turn the witch frog back to normal. This, very conveniently, means Doremi now has to become a Witch Apprentice, learn magic, pass the apprentice exams, and eventually earn the honor of becoming a full witch herself.

Along the way, some of Doremi's friends get caught up in the secret, including her childhood friend Hazuki, the soft-spoken sweetheart (and my favorite of the apprentices but quite not my favorite character outright), and the new transfer student Aiko, the cool-headed tomboy who rocks the blue. Together, they all train to be witch apprentices, learning under Majo Rika, and working at her house, which is turned into a magical crafts shop, the Maho Dou. A few more witch apprentices join them along the way, but aside from them they have to keep their witchy business a secret from everyone else.

Now that we've established the basics, I think I'll continue the tradition of posting the show's theme song in each of these. Doremi has a 4-ish season run, with each season getting its own OP in standard anime fare, but I think the first and most iconic opening, Ojamajo Carnival, should suffice:

Oh yeah, might help to explain what "Ojamajo" means. It's a pun that roughly means "bothersome witch", since "Majo" is "Witch" and "Ojama" means "bothersome" or "annoying." So the title would more directly be "Bothersome Witch Doremi" but literally everyone prefers "Ojamajo" so. yeah.

Anyways, theme song shows a lot about the show that's great.

For one is the art style, which I'd say is "pleasant" in the most intensely delightful sense of the word. The designs themselves are all nice, soft, and delightful, with hardly a sharp corner in sight and a real sense of childlike whimsy permeating through it all. The general color palette and style of the show also just has a nostalgic fuzziness, even after the show's technical quality improves over its 4 year run. And the animation I adored as soon as episode 1, with characters frequently deforming to goofy faces and round nub hands right out of Animal Crossing. Hey, I don't blame them, I wouldn't wanna draw full hands for over 200 episodes either.

Another thing is the soundtrack. I don't know what terms to describe its genre, but beyond just the bombastic opening, with its cheery violin, twangy guitar, and overall exuberant joy, the soundtrack for each episode is also full of bangers. There's upbeat jazz to stir up excitement for energetic scenes, pleasant standard background tracks, and even some unexpectedly tense tracks for some dramatic scenes. This is also a show that will make you cry, and that includes even just from the ending themes. Here's season 1's:

That plays during an episode and I become a sopping mess without fail. Gets me every time.

The other big thing is arguably the show's biggest strength: its cast. While I won't go in-depth on the main cast, both for the sake of spoilers and because people have done that better than me already, I will give the show its due respect for its more broad cast. As the intro implies, the girls' entire class are notable side characters. While a good number of episodes focus on magical trials and hijinks, the majority of the show actually has the girls encounter a problem their classmates are facing, and then secretly use magic to help solve that problem. It's a formula that not only keeps things fresh with making different side characters the spotlight of an episode, but also rewards following along as the show progresses. Even the most obscure background classmates (save for I think ONE exception) will be the focus of an episode, and remember how Doremi and the gang helped them out. You can even see characters from past episodes in almost every group shot, and get to go "oh hey it's that kid!" in a really satisfying way. It really helps add to the childhood feel of the show, since... yeah, back then, your classmates were the stars of each day's adventures, and even if you weren't close friends you still knew their names would hang out every day. The teachers are also great characters in their own rights, again hearkening back to elementary days where teachers really were there for you. The cast isn't limited to the classroom though. The girls' families often factor into their more personal episode plots as well. And the magical side of things has its own small recurring cast. Witches actually reside in, another dimension known as the Witch World, a pastel-colored world with a striking visual appeal of its own right, and is also home to a cast of additional witch characters that get introduced over the course of the show.

Of course, the only important one is the underhanded saleswitch who barges into the Maho Dou with a smile and a song:

Dela.

Yeah no she's the best character and nothing's changing that.

Not kidding about her song by the way:

Literally every single time she appears, she sings a unique (shorter) version of this song to announce her arrival. It's fantastic.

So yeah, that's the basics of what makes this show great, but like... again, this show is insane, and there is SO much more I could say but won't, I'd rather people just experience it for themselves.

Which... brings us to how you experience this show yourself.

I should explain first that Doremi didn't take off in the west. Unlike her home country, which still has a dedicated fanbase who remembers the show fondly, English-speaking countries were stuck with...

*dramatic lightning crash*

the 4kids dub.

The dub, otherwise known as Magical DoReMi, is widely considered to be a downgrade from the original by fans. Look up the opening compared to the original and you'll see what I mean. Though the quality is one thing, the real way 4kids screwed the show over was by greatly limiting its airtime due to it being "another boring girl show", kneecapping its potential popularity severely. They only ever dubbed the first season, and the second half of that was limited to an online-only release if I remember right.

Now, while the show itself was a relatively failure over here, apparently toy sales didn't do too bad actually. And I know that specifically, because when I told my partner I was watching Doremi, they went "Wait WHAT" and proceeded to show me pictures of their childhood Doremi toys. Apparently they even came with a bonus DVD, though only for one episode. My friend Seven also had Doremi toys and a bonus DVD of that one episode too, so uh... small world, huh?

But yeah, with this in mind, it shouldn't be surprising that Doremi has such a limited english-speaking fanbase, and thus should be even less surprising that there is no official way to watch the show here. There is no newer dub of the whole show, and no official subtitles. I managed to watch the show thanks to the efforts of fanmade subs, and though there's some unfortunate dated language early on, it's otherwise an extremely commendable effort that I can't thank enough for making it possible. As for how to access this subbed version... I mean come on, if you're reading this, you're an adult on the internet, you can figure out how. I know pity for corporations is comically low on this site but if you need help feeling better about it, remember that there is no way to officially watch the show as an english speaker. If they do make official subs and stream the show somewhere, I'll let you know, but that seems extremely unlikely.

As for what you watch then, Doremi has 4 main seasons of roughly 50 episodes each, and then one weird bonus season. Each season after the first one has a subtitle: season 2 is Ojamajo Doremi Sharp, 3 is Motto, and 4 is Dokkan. There's also Naisho, a shorter set of about 17 episodes that takes place during the same time as Motto, but was made years after the main show originally ended. I watched episodes of Naisho sprinkled in with my watchthrough of Motto, but there's also merit to watching it in release order, at least the final episode. There are also two episode-length "movies" that take place about midway through a couple seasons: one for Sharp, and one for Motto. Finally, made for the 20th anniversary back in 2020, there's the feature-length film "Looking for Ojamajo Doremi", which was the final thing of the show I watched, and just finished tonight actually. It's not directly in the same "canon" as the show itself, but I highly recommend it as a great finale to a watchthrough of the show as a whole.

It's a long ride, but it's worth it. I genuinely wouldn't skip any episodes, as again, even minor characters are worth remembering for later. It's not a show with "filler", because what you're there for is a simple and relaxing slice of life style show that takes it easy to appreciate the mundane joys of just being nice and helping others. Plus, it makes the absolutely fantastic gut punch of a finale all the more worth it.

I really can't say enough about this show. It's genuinely better than I can put into words. If you have the time (and a soul) then please, PLEAAAASE consider giving it a watch, I swear it's worth it.

So that's this Things I Love. Not sure what the next one will be actually. These won't all be shows, so maybe expect a game next? Could also be a show that I'm due to finish a watch or rewatch of too, like a certain other show where a weird girl stumbles into a witch and her creature companion, and then learns to be a witch herself. We'll see though. In the meantime, uhhh... Rabbids? I think I was talking about Rabbids for some reason.

#things I love #koop's things i love #ojamajo doremi #doremi #Youtube

[katrantsasoiaf]

As someone whose Admittedly Impossible Dream Fancast for Alys was like... Eva Green, but specifically with hair and costumes roughly styled after her all-too-brief performance as Morgan in Starz's Camelot (the show itself had SO MANY flaws, but damn if I didn't completely obsess over her in that role for the one season it lasted!), THANK YOU for being so refreshingly reasonable about Gayle Rankin's casting! I don't think I've ever watched anything with, but I've heard she's a good actress and she's great with eerie, witchy roles, and personally, I think that's all that should matter.

Honestly, my only complaint is that I would have LOVED for Alys' actress to have a bigger, more visible age difference with Ewan. Not just for the obvious "Aemond likes MILFs"/"Alys is more experienced and tops him" jokes, as amusing (and inspiring if, like me, you like that sort of thing in your ships... ;)) as those can be, but also because it would have just been so nice to see a 40+ actress play a seductive, powerful character hooking up with a cool, younger male fan favorite many people (me included, lol) find hot. I get that Alys is supposed to look youthful, but depending on context, "youthful" can mean anything from "so babyfaced they keep getting mistaken for a teen well into their 30s" to "they have such an energy and such a lively, charming personality that people keep forgetting their actual age" after all...

Then again, I, too, would have also loved for older!Rhaenyra and Helaena to be played by fat people, thus putting on screen two fat female characters whose problems don't revolve around them hating their bodies, other people hating their bodies, or whether their bodies are or can be considered attractive. Still, Emma and Phia are both doing amazing jobs, and as well-cast as everyone's been until now, I don't doubt it'll be the same with Gayle and I'll be able to enjoy her performance... while waiting for industry conventions to slooowly change!

i also watched starz's camelot and had very mixed feelings about the show overall, but i adored eva green as morgan pendragon so much. so she was always who i imagined as alys when i read fire and blood. and i understood why many people felt the same way about katie mcgrath after watching her also as morgana in bbc's merlin. alys rivers just has really big morgan le fey energy, right down to her son.

i have never seen gayle rankin in anything. but she is supposedly a good actress who has played roles with witchy vibes. an pictures and edits of her with black hair as selling me on her casting more and more. i am sure she will do wonderful in the role. my biggest issue was those posts comparing pictures of gayle rankin and a fancast for alys, which was clearly posing gayle as unattractive and dumpy compared to the more conventionally attractive actress. which is just gross. it was gross when they did it to emma, and it sucks that the same cycle is repeating with gayle. they both deserved better.

i am terrified for the actress cast as nettles.

in regards to the rest of the casting, i agree with you entirely. milly, emma, and phia are great, i love both of them and none of this is a reflection of my feelings about them as actors. but rhaenyra and helaena are the only targaryen women who are explicitly described as bigger than a pencil. grrm specified that rhaenyra was "pudgy" as a girl and "stout" as a woman due to her multiple pregnancies, but she is still considered desirable. helaena is similarly described as "plump", but is adored. their canonical descriptions being ignored by both the showrunners and fans is disappointing, but not surprising.

i have strong feelings about some of the casting, but i still found it to be one of the shows greatest strengths. and i have no doubt that these newest additions will continue to elevate the show (the only one i actually recognize was freddie fox as gwayne hightower, he was the king of sweden in hulu's the great and i am excited for him).

#hotd #house of the dragon #asoiaf #alys rivers #rhaenyra targaryen #helaena targaryen

[kokomatdoroshi]

literally just a list of my favorite webdramas and short-run tv dramas bc this is my house

My Fuxxxxx Romance (2020)

messy not-really love triangle where four people become friends in a bar. two of them start screwing around while the guy prefers open relationships and the girl's friend is hella toxic and in love/obsessed with her so she starts sleeping with the guy to prove he's shitty. the 2nd guy is there to be the foil/naiive one that's new to this whole world tbh. it's just a really great drama where there isn't a single character you're meant to like or cheer for. they're all sucky people in their own way lol. anyway, it was literally made around and to promote Park Won's album of the same name.

Please Find Her (2017)

it's CUTE, it's an ad for Itaewon, you learn some Korean at the end of every episode lol. about a mixed Dutch man named Jan who flies to SK to find the girl he fell in love with. the plot's a little all over the place, but it's an ad. and it's cute >:( Lee Hyun Jae is the love of my life. Hayoung and Hyungwon are there

You Raise Me Up (2021)

a man is going THRU IT with his life and self confidence and anxiety and everything genuinely sucks for him. his urologist and old gf (Hani) brags about him being this super amazing and jealousy-worthy first love bc her current boyfriend sucks. lots of emotional vulnerability and growth. i love it sm

The Witch's Diner (2021)

honestly this one's just fun! i love every single main actor, i love the dark witchy aesthetic. each ep follows a different main subject who needs their lives fixed in some way. but ofc if you make a deal with the devil/a witch, it's not gonna go exactly how you expected. idk i love this one, it's got my mother Song Ji Hyo in it

Little Mom Scandal (2008) and Little Mom Scandal Season 2 (2008)

a very old one that i watch yeeears ago but it still holds a special place in my heart. super real, less fairy-tale idealistic romance, as most 2000s dramas were. it's about an 18-year-old teen mom and her struggles with raising a baby, being a wife, and trying to live her life. the friendships in this one are what stuck out the most tbh. they're the primary focus, despite the title/attention grabber.

Birthcare Center (2020)

this one's about a successful career woman who suddenly finds herself pregnant. she spends the time after giving birth in a birthcare center, common places for moms to get help when starting out. she's self concious about being much older than the other women but makes a bunch of friends in the other mothers who have stories and struggles of their own and she actually has a healthy relationship with her husband. we love to see it. uh, found family :( <3

The Killer's Shopping List (2022)

about a guy who has an incredible memory and is locally praised for stopping a dangerous robbery when he was a kid but struggles to pass his civil service exam. he's determined to make it while working at his mom's convenience store. but a murder happens at the apartment building he frequently delivers to and they're huge suspects bc the delivery bag at the victim's house. so he, the market workers, and his cop gf (Seolhyun) try to solve the serial murders themselves. it has good queer rep imo, not gimmicky but not so subtle it might as well not be there.

Our D-Day (2023)

big tw for suicide mention, attempts, and ideation. tw for abuse, as well

it's still airing! one week left. but it's about a suicidal 30-year-old and his friends all trying to navigate their lives. he literally spends the entire drama so far trying to figure out how to end things and you slowly learn why throughout. it's pretty dark right from the beginning tbh but they balance it with humor that might not be everyone's taste. tbh it just feels real to me, so that part doesn't personally bother me. i do know why it would affect someone else, though. definitely not for people sensitive to the subject matter.

#nobody asked for this but i have a lot of feelings abt short dramas so take them #kdramas #kdrama #my fuxxxxx romance #please find her #you raise me up #the witchs diner #little mom scandal #birthcare center #the killers shopping list #our d-day

[transqueeneli]

Talking OCs Part 1

A week or so ago, I posted the above image on Twitter/X to get a single response from a friend for question number two, and that was it. I was disappointed, and after time had passed, I decided I would break the game's rules. I don't talk about OCs to anyone; very few have made it to the public, and even then, there is little out there.

Here on Tumblr, where I don't have to worry about character limits, I will answer all I can over the next week, about two to three questions at a time. Since question two was responded to on Twitter/X, I'll move the answer to Tumblr for consistency and expand on it slightly since character limits are removed. I hope everyone enjoys it.

1.My Oldest OC

Keto/Minori Tsurugi, age sixteen, and genderfluid. They were initially to be the main character for a multi-part fanfiction that would span itself through various fictional worlds, starting with Sailor Moon. In the beginning, they were in my head a bit of a combination of Ranma Saotome, Yusuke Urameshi, and Inuyasha. Sure, you can tell my taste in anime back then. Typical male protagonist with that one girl who can keep him in line.

Circumstances, however, would come, and they would be gifted with the magical powers of a magical girl. Which means a magical transition, in this instance, into a girl. Throughout the first story, they would discover more of themselves, with the help of the senshi, as they shift from their original and feminine forms, even in civilian form. They would take and use the name Minori, the name of an ancestor of Keto's, whenever they were in "girl" mode, so to speak.

This character has been around since 2006-2007 in my head, which, in some quiet times, I think about and has evolved over the last decade plus. Back then, in a way, they would have been a self-insert, as I was still searching for myself back then. Maybe I'll finally write out that fan fiction and give them the proper time they deserve.

2. Newest OC.

Varrath, Demon Lord in title and position. Even though she is a demoness, she values truth. As such, she cannot lie when asked anything straightforward, nor anyone within range of her. She is strong, fearless, and tends to fall for any woman with a strong will. She believes in polyamory and has multiple wives. She will always respect a person's decisions, wrong or not, as long as they believe what they choose is right.

She is directly tied to the lands she rules, her power strong enough, making it so anyone who wanders into the lands she rules will eventually become their true self, physically at least, if they choose to accept themselves mentally. That is a whole different thing. This also means some who are complete monsters will become such. She will protect those who remain sentient, granting them a place to live, feeling they are her responsibility. Even if they hate her.

3.Favorite OC

Marianna, a witch who appears to be 24, however, is over 200 years old. She had been booted from her old coven after utilizing body-swapping, transformation magic for personal gain, and more hedonistic pursuits. At some point, she came to the conclusion that she wanted to pursue love, life, and fun. To this end, she spends most of her time around other humans, seeking to help those wanting love, punishing those who hurt others with her own brand of witchy justice.

#my writing #original character

[gxrlcinema]

🔥 - i need my heart broken, so let's go. you already know some things about me, but i'll try to tell you some new stuff! i'm twenty-one, and i have blue eyes, and light brown hair (got them blonde highlights, but i could honestly cut them out rn and be completely natural). i'm in a master's program for teaching, but i am actually about to apply for some state jobs with a museum near my state's capital! (i'm typing this instead of working on my resume, but we're not going to talk about that). that being said, idk if i'm gonna finish the program any time soon. i'd only have about a year left, but if i get the museum job, i'd be looking at something different.

i love the holidays, and i'm not particular about what happens during the season as long as i'm with family/friends. i do love snow, though. i really wish it would snow. can't remember the last time it snowed in december here.

let's see... my favorite color is still yellow, i'm the eldest of five kids, and i currently work as a substitute teacher. my crystal collection has only grown, but i feel like i have far more rose quartz than i need. idk, if you need more, just let me know!! but my brain is fried cuz i legit never stop working/writing, and this is just about all i've got so far.

also, i don't have any particular gender preference! use that intuition, baby :-)

I ship you with... Wanda Maximoff!

Wanda has heard all about the sub that's in Billy and Tommy's class while their teacher's out with the flu. The cool one, with the yellow shirts and the crystals on her desk that makes class actually not boring. You're Billy and Tommy's favorite teacher, even though you're only temporary.

When Wanda finally gets to meet you, she has a feeling you'll be less temporary than they expected.

She loves snow. Snow was one of the few good things they had growing up in Sokovia, so she is an expert at building snowmen. On one particular snowy day the two of you and the boys get in the ultimate snowball fight, one that ends with you being tackled by Billy and Tommy and surrendering by waving a fistful of white snow. It's all okay though, because Wanda makes everyone hot chocolate afterwards.

As a massive fan of American sitcoms, Wanda loves the holidays. She mixes in her family's Hannukkah and Christmas traditions with her own special blend of crazy American holiday cheer. Her house always has the most lights of any on the street, which means you have to help her put them up. It's worth it to see her eyes sparkle when y'all do get them up though.

She's also really great about incorporating your holiday traditions in to her usual chaos. (Seriously, the woman bakes an impossible amount of cookies).

She thinks your crystals are silly and ineffective at magic, but she indulges you in them anyways. Sometimes she does actually enchant them for you, so they'll do something.

(You think they do something anyways, because every time you look at them, you're reminded of your witchy partner's magical antics).

#aurora 🧠 #ip8nights #🔥 shamash ships

[azuisreading]

Ritual Income by B.L. Brown

Every witch has her Way. Milla is a witch who wants to hide. Grieving the loss of her mentor, she retreats to St. Augustine where her only goals are to run her antique store and tend her demesne into obscurity. But C.R.O.W. has other plans for the formerly wicked witch. As if being saddled with a new apprentice and trying to get rid of the Aural Insurance Adjuster sent to observe her isn’t enough to deal with, a pack of multi-level marketing huns sets their sights on Milla, intent on burning her store to the ground. When a threat to the demesne, and the witches and mortals under Milla’s care, raises its ugly head it is up to her to decide: Is living out her days as a nothing witch in a nowhere demesne what she truly wants, or is the formerly wicked witch ready to rejoin the witchy world of C.R.O.W.?

Review

Thanks to BookSirens I was able to be part of B.L. Brown’s ARC team and, honestly, it has been a while since I had this much fun so I’m writing this review due to that experience.

I love witches, and magic, and things going from bad to worse so quickly that not even the characters can follow what’s happening (I figured the last one here, heheh). I liked Milla from the first second (and won’t lie, Darkly too), all gothic, sarcastic, and generally dark in comparison to everyone else. Not all the characters that start being that way continue being that way at the end of the story, so this detail was really a breeze.

My favorite character, though, is Diego. For a lot of implications. It was surprising, and fluttering, for me as a native Spanish speaker to find Spanish in an English book due to a character. And not only that, to find my country specifically in lenses not particularly black in perspective. I have found my country before in media, movies and series mostly, but we were always depicted as the bad people. Diego… Diego gave me a respite, and felt almost moved to tears by all his details and everything that could tie him to me (not a lot, but even that little things are A LOT in comparison with what I found out there).

The story is complex and rich. It tries to confuse you, but I personally believe it only tries to confuse Milla, because when I received the correct information I knew where everything was going, what was happening, and who was the culprit. Kind of. I’m not the type to follow up on all the evidence, I just prefer to enjoy the ride and let the story unfold itself and find myself surprised with whatever outcome, but really! There was a detail SO evident in there that uuuuugh, Horned God damnit! It was frustrating! But, uh, we are frustrating. It’s normal. It made the characters more human. It made it easier to feel them close. I felt them close.

(I didn’t remember what we were forgetting either until the Epilogue, hahahah I’m so sorry, darling.)

(That ray of sunshine was so bright in comparison to Milla that it hurt my eyes every time it appeared, ugh. It should have been a hint.)

Four out of five stars because I unfortunately have a sharp eye, noticing everything even when I don’t want to. There were some missing commas and little details that made me stop here and there on my ride to write down a note, but they didn’t block or diminish my joy. It was a delight, and I hope to be able to be part of future installments of this series. Wanting to know more about Milla, Darkly, Diego! Even Julie, and maybe Morgen. Whatever happens in that universe filled with that kind of magic.

Phrases that I liked so much that I marked them while reading

«To Oliver - for telling me to shut up and write the damn thing. I wrote the damn thing.» — Dedication.

«She took another small sip, let the sharp tang roll over her tongue, and swallowed her annoyance. “What.” Okay, so maybe she wasn’t so good at swallowing her annoyance.» — One.

«“Excuse me?” The woman’s eyebrows arched, which was a feat. Milla honestly did not think eyebrows drawn with Crayola could arch with such disdain. “You’re excused?”» — One.

«Milla prodded the torn seam and tried counting backward from ten. She made it to seven which, truth be told, was an achievement.» — One.

«She was no doubt crafting a rude post of her experience for Yap! Reviews, which was fine. Milla didn’t need in-person sales to survive, the store was mostly a way to fill her days and keep her mind from wandering. Not that it was working very well.» — One.

«Diego had spotted the collar on one of the many occult boards he trolled. Milla didn’t know how he selected the gold from the veritable sea of pyrite that was online browsing, but he always knew which pieces to bid on, their essence speaking to him through the computer. Or something.» — One.

«“I feel like I owe you a drink,” he mumbled, staring into the middle distance. “Only if I don’t owe you anymore chit-chat.” “Chit-chat.” “Small talk. It’s a skill all Southern women are supposed to possess. I suck at it.” “Do you?” “Absolutely.” “You’re certain?” “No,” Milla deadpanned. “I’m Czechian.”» — Four.

«“Soup and salad at a bar-b-que restaurant? I hear they revoke your Southern Charm for that.” “I don’t eat meat,” Milla replied. Darkly straightened in his chair, coughing into a fist. “Sorry, I didnae ken—” “How would you?” She cut him off, not wanting to have this conversation. Not wanting to care that he was embarrassed for bringing a vegetarian to a restaurant known for its poorly smoked meats. “I never told you.” “I could have asked,” he retorted. Milla braced herself for a snide remark inferring it was her fault he didn’t know. His sunglasses were still on, so she couldn’t see his eyes, bus his mouth frowned and he squirmed under her scrutiny. “I should have asked, I’m sorry.” “You’re sorry?” “Aye.” He scratched at his collarbone.» — Seventeen.

«Altogether a disgusting experience. Zero out of five stars. Would not recommend.» — Twenty One.

«“Now that almost feels too obvious.” “Thank you,” Milla deadpanned, “for the opinion absolutely nobody asked for.” “Only here to help.”» — Thirty Two.

«Milla shot him a narrow-eyed glare, silently willing him to kindly shut-the-fuck-up.» — Thirty Three.

#ritual income #witch of the demesne #b.l. brown #book blog #booklover #review #book review #reading

[thefoxvampire]

(next this is one  of new different options oc's the witch named sinstress "frankenfoxs's enemy" is today is #witch ) 

(this is monsters and  Mythical Creatures #4) 

Name: Sinstress --------------------------------------------------------

Nickname(s):  madam, Bitchy Witch (by Dr. stitchly), ghostly psycho witchy woman (by frankenfox) ,monster (by vanna) 

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- age: 47 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Occupation: she take over the fox kids network from frank's career, and yet one night to need a newest fox fur coat. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Birthday: january 1st 

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Biography (with back story): the witch is a demonest banshee the named of darkside of Foxsylvania  the monstrosity inhuman person "sinstress" , the one who to battle to frankenfox and vanna's engagment wedding in the 90's after the to cast spell on someone on the world of toonsville and the channel of fox kids network, she a have a son "count Draculfox jr." marreid to her ex husband for thousand years and she first final boss from the 90's 

begining: once upon of time for century years  about Foxsylvania ,there once was a father was a evil warlock who married to scary banshee as a wife , yet for grew up not to mention they're have four freakyest daughters are the witches ghosts of elements for being raise of death and hardcore  but one mysterious evil daughter a non disney villain of FOX "sinstress" is a actually with her almost beauty to permanent scary of uglyness including her anger with flames.

she lives her own  domain from the mountain, she use a ingredient to pour the one drop of the of love potion to the cauldron  and need crush to married the first count , a  vampire fox with ages  who live who's only home "count Draculfox "senior" and then she got married to him and so she lost her dead ex-husband into ashes ,she have her son, "count draculfox "jr", well? she was staying single psycho widow herself. 1986: if she met  frank's dad "dr. stitchly" who  in the middle of the downtown alley as he is holding some grocery bags that he bought from the grocery store just before feed the cats, sinstress was ask him holding that disgusting thing that are good for your eyes which was false advertising. Those cats that you save are lucky that I almost want them as my fur coat. stitchly almost know is for called sinstress "ghost from the Irish folklore who usually screaming, crying and shrieking"  suddenly sinstress uncovered her wart face and she kisses him on the cheek if stitchly leaving before his wife foxietta done with him got a divorce because of her.

1992: in few new years later already begining the 90's after frankenfox in the fox kids bumpers last year ago, but one saturday morning to inspired of snow white and seven dwarfs like a story or disney after valentine's day over sinstress will ask the talking crystal ball to see her future for halloween this year and like "who is a gothyest and the  fairest from Foxsylvania of them all" suddenly , its was a pretty and friendly ghoulfriend of frankenfox "vanna" is the perfect host of fox kids net work , and rages she taking over the and cast the spell all of the world including toonsville , soon until she failed been kicked out from the fox kids studios then it was too late for halloween night vanna is finally now everyone's favorite host and sinstress shout again.  1993: and so halloween over to vanna's perils , frankenfox's gone missing to the danger island when if nurse  Dominique crys with others , she unleash her ex boyfriend "Giran funar" but thanks to stitchly's own business rival "Dr. Heninrich Gatorfox" created vanna's ex boyfriend into himself she name him "gatorfox" who finally want to married to vanna right back to  Foxsylvania, before let her minions to find frankenfox must die into her newest fur coat. but one summer day: sinstress shocking because frankenfox ,metallifox, thrillfox, foxtrot and foxanne , all the five foxes are still alive for rescue princess vanna who want to stay away from gatorfox to begin battle but then suddenly frank is now goes out of his way and use the  brain test switch gizmo with tnt on it to gatorfox before catching vanna, he pull the lever to the ultimate explosion gatorfox's head blow out by him, and sinstress get out Heninrich Heninrich's evil mansion's on fire before the channel of foxkids network saved even toonsville as soon frank and vanna are finally got married next month of the end of july.

in 1994: later in that day back to her cave , her plains already ruined last year, overall it was  her birthday and is new year in 1994 start tomorrow before a girl was bornlater on in march  just after that for two years anniversary of rank and vanna first met for ever  valentine's day, , suddenly who visit her , her son "count draculfox" who despise her "im supried" , anyways she knows is about frankenfox who was 10 when draculfox was a little years older than frank "but age 13", but she need his help to get rid of frankenfox , oh speaking of  new mascot already in fox kids network named fox fox on TV. sinstress who want it this one instead frank is still not a friggin feral animal at all, still he a toon called "anthromorph without four legs", and so her son "draculfox" who decided to suck frank's blood and capture fox fox before it happen at midnight to of  frank's vampire form almost.

and so after fox fox been rescued by moxy  when meanwhile frank called vanna " a long lost frighting princess  Foxsylvania" are sing the dangerous game in few hours later only the clock with strikes at midnight, she knows the frankenfox and his vampire trans formtion himself came with moxy and fox fox as be the trio, at the end to brawl with vampire fox fights her son attacking frank  and moxy and fox fox starts to run with thier cross bows, frank and dracufox are rumble  each other aorund stitchly's old castle  and than moxy shoot the sharpped stick from the cross bow to dracufox's heart to his death, sinstress's screams and then she transform into the giant ghostly angyest banshee with her hair into fire and attacking frankenfox to double rumble to fight for attack him, just then fox fox brings the magic spellbook of anti-christ  to get rid of sinstress for witch hunting her and save frank with moxy, for rise up sinstress is gone forever defeated by fox fox and moxy in the ring and the curse and evil spell is broken , the whole world of fox and toonsville still saved the day, before frank listen to draculfox's story sinstress's mind in his childhood and end of his story with his death, before stitchly  who worry about frank this time. but until her sisters in the future in 2020's.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- favoirite bands: any evil  90's  music including 

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favorite movies: the witches (1990) and hocus pocus  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

LIKES: her most beautyest and  fairest mood of Foxsylvania ,needed a extreme fur coat for the fashion, making a magic spell of evil, taking over fox kids netowrk and toonsville and her son "draculfox" and all of the man to man

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DISLIKES: her dumpest sisters, vanna von valenstine is only friendly , beautiful goth fairest of Foxsylvania, her enemy "frankenfox"  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

FUN FACTS:

she was an evil fairest of  Foxsylvania but the friendlyest vampire ghoul "vanna" is perfectly the fairest in the channel of fox kids for hosting, she was jealous of her. basically she was surrounding by idiots like her sisters for years of past they were children. she was wants is a fur of foxes into a new coat to hunting frank just before fox fox. she loves her son "draculfox" when she sing  to him in the lullabies when draculfox was a baby vampire fox. she use to be and use her evil ghoulish and spooky magic of the ring. she a frankenfox's final boss who take over toonsville of FOX,

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Personality: vain, sassy, the wickeness, selfish and naughty and rage, wicked Lusty, Confident and Passionate ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fighting Style:

evil magic ring of doom angryest banshee transform with screaming her red evil magic of hell and her red magic spooky spell her son "count draculfox" attack her minions fire balls  her fire whip 

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Quote:

"magic crystal ball on the table who is a gothyest and the  fairest from Foxsylvania of them all"

"Oh, Draculfox, my darling son, give your mama a kissy kissy ~* "Aww, you are sweet, helpful, kind-hearted but creepy little man. You are such a way with helpless and innocent little animals that their life been saved by you."

"And how pathetic you are by holding that disgusting thing that are good for your eyes which was false advertising. Those cats that you save are lucky that I almost want them as my fur coat." "Oh, where are my manners? I am just very vain and beautiful Witch on the outside who used to be extremely scary and ugly on the inside as a wiccan demon banshee, but im a Witch. For my name is Sinstress. At your service."

"Well, most of the time, all banshees are like that while they're in that folklore but me, I am different than them, like I said, I am just the evil wiccan demon banshee who also screech the living daylights out of the people souls than any other average ghosts."

"Me? To you? Why, heavens no, I would never screech anybody who is already ugly and creepy like me like I used to on the inside."

"You're not supposed to kiss me at all for I am a married hunchback creature who is already in love with someone else!" "curse you Frankenfox!!!! *she turn into a angryest  Banshee and screaming" 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Voice Claim: Meryl Streep: Death Becomes Her | Bruce Willis and Meryl Streep Can’t Believe What They Are Seeing - YouTube

singing claim: just her: INTO THE WOODS- LAST MIDNIGHT- LYRICS - YouTube ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Theme Songs: Devil woman - cliff richard  Devil Woman by Cliff Richard (Lyrics) - YouTube

Examples:  please do not report this one , she only nonbinary for call her like that  try it so she pissing you off very harsh you can that so she'll respecting you or not  you must becareful with oriana with your comment no rp  remember no under 18 allowed until you meet her you like  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(next up #5 later on) 

#90's cartoons #frankenfox #foxkids #the toon bumpers trio #vannavonvalenstein #helloween2023

[atendersun-archived]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. / Accepting

Even though is obviously aware that she possesses knowledge of the fact he regresses whenever his emotions become dysregulated, he doesn't hold any ambition to have it extent itself further than that. He has and never will held any desire to engage in a dynamic that includes a caregiver, and instead prefers to keep it as private of an affair as he can during his healing journey. At most, he will happily engage in discussions of favorite childhood television shows and toys whenever he needs a sense of nostalgia to relax him. Or he will even be happy to introduce her to modern day forms of media that he particularly enjoys watching to decompress from hard days that she can then watch with her younger siblings as a means of doing the same thing. Mostly they are just episodes of Bluey, which he thinks everyone everywhere would benefit from watching even just an episode or two.

He definitely bombards her with inquiries about witchy related things. Or even just things he thinks to be witchy related due to the fact that he is very uneducated in that area. His most recent of them being on what it means to open up the third eye and how to even begin doing such a thing. A video that had showed up on his Tiktok fyp was that of a person showing that an open third eye can create a magnetic field that can attract objects to it. Feeling like he repels people, his hope is that he can revert that by opening up his third eye and making himself into a magnet. Good luck to her on educating him in simplified terms. He's curious, but ignorant and delayed nonetheless.

If his sixteen year old self had ever been asked what he made of the concept of borderline personality disorder, he would not have been able to wrap his head around it enough to give anything beyond wanting to simply learn more through information that had no real world implications to pair it with. In no way would he have guessed he would someday carry such a diagnosis. What has spared him some weight in regards to the heaviness it drags with it is the fact that he has friends such as Josie to turn to with questions he has on the subject. One major one being on the concept of splitting. He really doesn’t grasp it as well as he would like, so he is careful to ask her to explain what exactly it means for her when she experiences it personally. In doing so, he at least is kind and considerate in his attempts to then suggest emotional regulation techniques he has learned from videos about bpd and even autism as well. Having both has definitely made him feel a little bit like an expert on specific topics associated with them.

It is said with love when I say he is probably the least sexy and dirty minded of all her crushes. For being someone who acclimated to a sexually charged environment (a brothel) at such an early age by self appointing himself the title of mother/maid of such an establishment, who even had a hypersexual phase themselves once, and even is an avid researcher of topics pertaining to things such as the p*rn industry, mediation based sexual positions, and even just all things regarding having a positive outlook on physical intimacy as it is, he still manages to remain very limited in his actual exploration any kinds of acts thereof. He’s 100% playfully bitten her on the cheek of her buttocks for pestering him in some way, but has then later crinkled his nose when pressed with the inquiry on whether or not he’d ever eat someone out.

With that, though, being that she is a woman, and has undoubtedly faced sexualization from society at even perhaps a young age, he has definitely come forward to ask her for her opinions on things like slut shaming. Even without the woes of sex based trauma being there to impact his confidence, he has always worried about opinions other people could form in regards to him being a more submissive leaning individual. It especially can be noticed most in how he worries over things as irrelevant as a “body count” and trying to keep his body as closely connected to a virginal status as he can even at twenty five. He has most certainly gone to her to ask what she thinks about the ramifications that go along with being called mean spirited titles such as whore. Or obviously on how to not let something like that dig its way under the skin as a destruction of personhood. Never would he ever consider calling anyone a hurtful label for engaging in acts between two consenting adults, no matter the frequency they are doing so, so it is to be learned on how to direct that over to himself for whenever he chooses to be physically intimate with other people again.

 There are a plethora of things she has learned about him by him presenting the information to her younger siblings first. A goal he has set for himself is to really be the adult role model that he would have really appreciated when he was growing up instead of going for those that were often emotionally and intellectually immature simply because they were the first ones to pay him any mind as a teenager trying to be grown. And because he knew in himself what he really needed at those times was a mother who could love and protect him, so he’s had little qualms about letting his feminine divine and maternal spirit flourish in circumstances in which he can help children learn how to process their emotions in safe, age appropriate ways. Sometimes, though, he also may just be relying on the process of telling children stories about his childhood to break the ice and seem relatable. Maybe telling them he didn't successfully potty train until he was past the age of four, and by the time he did finally age out of them he celebrated the moment in daycare by pulling his pants down for everyone to witness with their own eyes his “big boy underwear” all because another child wrongfully proclaimed him to have been wearing a diaper. All it really taught anyone was that he has had a tendency to be petty from a very young age.

Although he isn’t fond of explaining why he asks it, he definitely makes it a point to frequently present her with the question of whether or not she feelings loved by him. Usually to go along with it are small pieces of stationary paper he had found through Etsy that provide the recipient with boxes they write in suggestions and grievances on that he nudges her to fill out with complete honesty. That way if there are reasons in which she doesn’t feel that way, he can put genuine effort into improving for both of their sakes.

He also has cards of his own that he can fill out for whenever he is upset, so that way too it really eases a lot of minds on what to do when he is particularly more weepy than his usual emotionally sensitive and hyperaware self is traditionally prone to being. And it also significantly reduces the chance of that sadness melting into a full blown fit by being consoled in a way he doesn’t want or like in that moment. On each and every one of them is to never call them his “tantrum cards” or anything of the sorts, because he finds the use of that word being tied to meltdowns, shutdowns, or any example of emotional dysregulation available to be very hurtful towards any neurodivergent individual trying to be understood. He also feels it wrongfully portrays their completely valid responses to stimuli as being watered down to simply being considered attention seeking behaviors rather than really being implicative of their needs being ignored, invalidated, or over extended. Mostly, though, the ones given to Josie will just have hand drawn emoticons on them to depict his mood. Next to them is usually some kind of swear word to accompany them as well, but they will always contain a to do list on what to do if he is regressing, angry, or caused himself to spiral from guilt. And in the event something came on too quickly for him to assess it enough to give a layout on how to respond best, he even just has ones that say he needs a nap, and that he will better able to communicate out any persisting problem after having one. 

#shatterher #hisheadcanons

[tipsycad147]

Witch Names: How to Find YOUR Magical New Identity in the Craft

When many of us begin walking the path of witchcraft, we feel we must let go of our old beliefs about ourselves. We seek to embrace the path fully, which also makes us want to claim our own personal power. AND claim new witch names for ourselves. Keep in mind, this doesn’t mean we are leaving our identities behind…it just means we are willing to step onto our new path with a new outlook on life. Here’s how to find magical witch names inspired by nature, deities, historical witch names, and the cosmos.

First, What Does it Mean to Claim a Witch Name?

It does seem a little strange to claim a new name when coming to the craft. But don’t worry! We aren’t a cult looking to erase your true identity or change anything about you that you don’t want to change. Instead, claiming a new witch name gives you a spiritual identity. It gives you a name to claim when you’re journeying to the other realms. And some traditional covens will ask you for your witch name to use while you’re engaged in ritual or celebrating sabbats and esbats. This used to be a way to hide a witch’s true identity when witches were hunted and executed in the past.

What’s IN A Name?

What’s in a name? Why do humans name one another at all? Names are a way to differentiate you from the next person. They give you an identity, a sense of self. Interestingly, did you know the surname (last name) wasn’t introduced until Medieval Times in order for the government/church to account for everyone’s taxes? As society progressed and as we moved out of tribal situations into villages, towns, and cities, government sought to keep track of us. Before we had names like “Robert Johnson”, we were called by first name only and possibly by what tribe or location in which we lived. For example, Bjorn Son of Bjorn of the Alemanii.

On another note, names are sacred and powerful. Did you ever hear the fairy tale Rumpelstiltskin? A mischievous little goblin fell to a woman’s power once she learned his true name. This is also why a lot of our ancestors named their sons and daughters with the same first names. They believed if the Devil knew their true name, he could take their souls. So they gave their sons the same first name, but used their middle names inside the family. This is why you’ll see so many Marys, Marthas, Johns, etc. all in the same family line. Then over time it just became a tradition to name each other after other family members.

How to Find YOUR Witch Name Via Inspiration

How long your witch name is in length is up to you. Some witches opt for two names: a first and a last. While others claim one name only. You can even have a first, middle and last name, similar to most names in the U.S. nowadays. Any combination of the categories of witch names below will work perfectly. Again, it’s what calls to you.

Witch Names Inspired by Nature

Witches are nature lovers. Our entire religion and way of life centers around Mother Earth: the trees, flowers, herbs, roots, rivers, gardens, deserts, creeks, animals, and insects. So why not take your witch name’s inspiration from some of your favorite features of nature? Here are some ideas:

Herbs as Witch Names

Herbs and witches go together like milk and cookies. If you’re a witch and you haven’t worked with herbs, don’t worry. You will. Witches were the original healers and knew how to use herbs to heal most ailments. They used herbs as food, medicine, and as a way to connect with the spirit world. Why not choose an herb you’re drawn to to incorporate into your witchy name? There’s some examples in the table below OR use your idea.

Basil, Thyme, Mandrake, Echinacea, Monkshood, Rosemary, Vervain, Cayenne, Mugwort, Burdock, Chamomile, Angelica, Bearberry, Wormwood, Cocoa, Lavender, Agrimony, Elecampane, Wolfsbane, Chicory. Coriander, Bella Donna, Yarrow, Henbane, Verbena, Damiana, Calendula, Calamint, Laurel, Hyssop Rue, Lovage, Nettle, Mullein, Nasturtium, Patchouli, Pennyroya, lCohosh, Sage, Saffron.

Flowers as Witchy Names

If you love flowers as much as I do, you might feel inspired by your favorite flower. Flowers come in all colors, shapes and sizes and are found in nearly every eco-system worldwide. Here’s just a few enchanting flower names for witches:

Rose, Hydrangea, Passiflora, Orchid, Dahlia, Hibiscus, Violet, Gardenia, Sunflower, Poppy, Foxglove, Apple, blossom, Lily, Lotus, Peony, Plumeria, Daisy, Moonflower, Azalea, Marigold, Magnolia, Dandelion, Carnation, Aster, Delphinium, Alyssum, Linaria, Lupin, Jasmine, Snowdrop, Silene, Snapdragon, Sun drop, Sweet pea, Tiger lily.

Animal Names

Maybe there’s an animal you’ve always been drawn to. You’ve had wolves around you your entire life…or you lived on a horse farm and always had a connection with horses. Dragonflies come and sit on you frequently. Whatever your animal spirit guide is, perhaps you take your witchy name from them and combine it with other categories. I.E. Lavender Spider Moon, Rowan Dancing Hare, Ebony Stag Moon, Fox Blood Moon, etc.

Eagle, Fox, Stag, Butterfly, Boar, Hawk, Hare, Owl, Dolphin, Badger, Falcon, Wolf, Bear, Orca, Spider, Raven, Mare, Bee, Snake, Bat, Crow, Doe, Dragonfly, Mustang, Moth, Elephant, Tiger, Lion, Panda, Ant, Frog, Lizard, Cat, Hound, Black Widow, Beetle, Shark, Monkey, Sloth, Giraffe.

Crystals and Stones for Witchy Names

Maybe you love crystals and working with stones in your witchcraft practice. In that case, consider using the name of a crystal as part of your new spiritual name. Examples might be Amber Crystal Fox, Rosemary Amethyst, Turquoise Moon, Bear Bloodstone, etc.

Amethyst Goldstone Moldavite Selenite Sapphire,  Angelite, Carnelian, Diamond, Moonstone, Morganite, Amazonite, Serpentine, Turquoise, Opal, Amber, Citrine, Bloodstone, Obsidian, Onyx, Pearl, Lapis lazuli, Calcite, Tourmaline, Ruby, Morganite. Lepidolite, Agate, Azurite, Peridot, Coral.

Mythical Creature Names

If you’re anything like me, growing up I had an obsession with mythical, otherworldly creatures. My favorites were of the fae variety. But I also love dragons, werewolves, and centaurs. If you feel particularly connected with a mythical being, add their energy to your witchy name. Examples: Scarlet Selkie Moon, Dark Dybbuk, Undine Rainbow, Lapis Phantom, Citrine Dragon Heart.

Phoenix, Undine, Elf / Elven, Werewolf, Minotaur, Dragon, Selkie, Banshee, Shapeshifter, Phantom, Griffin, Merrow, Sprite, Unicorn, Ghost, Pixie, Salamander, Rusalka, Domovoi, Siren, Kraken, Dybbuk, Vampire, Pegasus, Valkyrie, Fairy, Chimera, Sphinx, Imp, Gnome, Ghoul, Zombie. Kelpie, Nixie, Redcap.

Tree Names

Many witches find themselves hanging out under the trees…sometimes even IN the trees. As a child, my favorite thing to do was play in the woods. I felt at home there. So when I chose my first witchy name, it included one of my kindred trees – the oak. Examples of combinations with tree names: Circe Scarlet Cherry, Hecate Hawthorn, Aurora Ivory Aspen, Sycamore Warrior, Yarrow Yellow Ash, etc.

Rowan, Cherry, Hawthorn, Aspen, Sycamore, Ash, Hickory, Buckthorn, Beech, Camphor, Alder, Oak, Hemlock, Mangrove, Banyan, Willow, Mahogany, Cedar, Pine, Maple, Birch, Yew, Juniper, Spruce, Fir, Acacia, Mimosa, Jacaranda, Nemu, Balsam, Nutmeg, Walnut, Apple, Neroli, Tamarack.

Landscape and Elemental Names

Any place in nature that inspires you and becomes your power place. A power place is where we feel the most alive, and where our magick flows naturally from the inside out. Combine your power place name with historical witch names or crystals, animals, etc. Examples: Stormy Owl Eyes, Misty Moor, River Red Rock, Loki Dark Forest, Crystal Ocean, Amethyst Flame, Cerridwen Fields, Sunny Seashore, etc.

River, Ocean, Rain forest, Swamp, Breeze / Breezy, Forest, Seashore, Tundra, Bog, Mist / Misty, Savannah, Volcano, Moor, Fire, Storm / Stormy, Meadow, Isle / Island, Dune. Flame, Rock / Rocky, Field, Desert, Hill, Wave, Fog / Foggy,  Ember, Ash, Cinder, Sylph, Smoke, Vine, Hedge, Seafoam, Riptide, Seashell, Kelp, Lake, Creek, Oasis, Springs, Lava, Sandstone, Seaglass, Sand (Sandy), Root.

Historical Witch and Mystic Names

Some witches engage in spirit work and in particular with witches, wizards, alchemists, and magicians from the past. We call these our Mighty Dead, our ancestors in the craft. If one of these historical witches or mages adopts you as their student, you’re lucky indeed. Examples of historical witch name combinations: Heidr Snowy Owl, Giles Son of Pan, Albruna Sturgeon Moon, Aleister Algiz, Sybil Snow Moon.

Jezebel, Moll (Dyer), Cleopatra, Boudicca, Elizabeth (Bathory / of York), Eve, Bridget, Grigori, Heidr, Giles (Corey), Bathsheba, Biddy, Marie (Laveau), Hildegard, Martha (Corey), Besse, Aleister, Delphi, Albruna, Ragnar (Lodbrok), Isobel, Agrippa, Hypatia, Morgan, Rollo, Knight, Scribe, Mage, Wise Man, Witch.

Cosmic Names

Astrology plays a large part of modern witchcraft. In addition, some witches feel they are star seeds or have lived past lives in other solar systems and universes. Or maybe you’ve just connected to the moon or sun deeply. Here’s more examples of witch names using the cosmos: Opal Moon, Andromeda Onyx, Draco Blaze, Dragon Jasper Sun, Ursa Mystic Monarch, Athena Aqua Rigel, Passiflora Moon.

Astra, Moon, Andromeda, Supernova, Draco, Spiral, Mars, Black Matter, Celestial, Angel, Luna, Sun, Orion, Comet, Halo, Arcturus, Terra, Lyra, Star, Nysa, Ursa, Neptune, Vega, Stardust, Rigel, Venus, Saturn, Nebula, Cosmo, Bellatrix.

Deity Witch Names

If you came to the craft by way of a god or goddess calling to you, you might find it beneficial and elevating to take on the name of your deity. Again, combining deity names with crystals, elementals, mythical figures, cosmic names, and more makes for an enchanted witch’s name. Examples using deities: Hathor Blue Moon, Lugh of the Golden Moors, Skadi Supernova, Braggi Sharp Blade, Loki Emerald Serpent, Sunna Snowy Peak, etc.

Aurora, Hathor, Pan, Cliodhna (Cleena), Braggi, Hera, Achilles, Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Athena, Hestia, Helios, Artio, Loki, Aphrodite, Juno,  Hermes,  Morrigan,   Morrigan, Skadi, Artemis, Lugh, Anubis,  Sunna, Freya, Isis,   Cernunnos, Bastet, Hecate, Aengus Mani, Mimir, Sigyn, Idunn, Nerthus Lakshmi, Ganesh, Cybele, Diana, Vulcan.

More Name Combination Examples

Herb Name + Deity Name = Athena Agrimony Tree Name + Color + Cosmic = Rowan Red Moon Deity + Color + Animal = Cernunnos Grey Hawk Historical + Descriptor + Elemental = Isobel Healing River Cosmic + Color + Tree = Sunny Scarlet Oak Mythical + Animal + Elemental = Phoenix Wolf Fire Color + Mythical = Ivory Sphinx Witch Tool + Color + Animal = Athame Scarlet Ash

OR go completely unique and combine your ancestors names with place names. Have you built a family tree? Or have a special relationship with a loved one who has passed away? Claim one of their first names or surnames and combine it with your power place name like this:

MacGregor Moor

Nile Namibia

Rosa Nazas

Alexander Thames

Bjorn WildWood

Martha TallMountain

OR go ancestral name plus one or two of the categories provided above. Examples:

Ragana RedFox

Maxwell Firefly

Freya GreenMoss

Holly HeartField

What if you still can’t figure it out?

I’ve been a practicing witch for 22 years and truly a witch my entire life (36 years). And over the years I’ve claimed quite a few names, but none ever felt like they stuck. Most were used as online aliases or pennames. Some for old YouTube channels that are no longer. And so I just gave up on having a legitimate witch name. Until recently, when one of my gods literally whispered a name to me. And I knew it was my time to finally have my witchy name.

The point is, if you don’t have a witchy name immediately, don’t worry about it. It will likely come in time. Ask the universe, your guides, ancestors or gods to grant you a new spiritual name. You’ll use this name in ritual, while in meditation, and during shamanic journeys to represent yourself in the Otherworld. It gives you true power to claim your own name, PLUS provides you with protection.

https://otherworldlyoracle.com/witch-names/

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Midnight kiss

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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Masterlist

Summary: It's New Year's Eve and all you wanted was to kiss your crush at midnight. Things don't go as intended, but you were far from complaining. [Requested]

Warnings: smut (18+ only!), top!reader, bottom!Natasha, fluff

Pronouns: not used || Word count: 1.880

And here is the last story of our Christmas Special!!!! I hope you all enjoy it!!!

And most importantly: Happy New Year, everyone!!! I imagine everyone is already in 2022 by now but for those who are not, see you on the other side!!!

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The tradition of kissing someone when the clock strikes midnight on New Year's Eve has always been your favorite tradition. But that was only until you fell in love.

Natasha Romanoff is without a doubt the most attractive and sweetest person you have ever met. You never planned to fall in love with her, however, after all, she is your mentor.

You did anyway.

"Hey, Wands!" You greet the redhead amiably, a huge smile on your face that she reciprocates with ease after taking her eyes from the surrounding party and bringing them to you. "Who are you kissing at midnight?"

"What do you mean who I'm kissing, Y/n?" She comments amidst a giggle, grabbing a drink from one of the passing waiters around. "Vision."

"Any chance I can convince you to kiss me instead?" You ask charmingly, wiggling your eyebrows, and the woman looks at you playfully.

"Even though the offer is very hard to refuse, I'm obviously kissing my boyfriend on New Year's Eve." She replies amused, and when you huff heavily, she laughs. "But what's up with the despair?"

"Yelena is kissing Kate and I just heard Carol asking Maria." You reply, pointing at the people discreetly throughout the ballroom of the Avengers complex. Wanda frowns. "Why don't you ask Nat?"

"I can't ask Nat!" You reply exasperated, and the redhead smiles provocatively. "Oh yeah, it would compromise your top-secret major crush." She jokes, and you roll your eyes, your cheeks heating up.

"I don't know why you don't talk to her, actually, everyone knows already." She comments casually and you turn to her with wide eyes. "Did you tell people?"

"Of course not, you idiot!" The redhead defends herself, patting your shoulder, "I didn't even need to, you're even more clumsy around her. I wouldn't be surprised if she already knew too."

"That's even worse," you grumble, finishing your drink in a single gulp, "if she knows and hasn't said anything about it, it's because she doesn't want anything to do with me."

"Don't be silly, Y/n, Nat loves you," Wanda replies truthfully, but you shake your head. "Not like that."

"You won't know if you don't ask." The redhead replies in a sing-song voice, her arms crossed, and you laugh through your nose. "I don't mind living in ignorance." You say cowardly, and Wanda rolls her eyes amused. "Nat is not an option."

"How about one of the guys then?" She suggests, but you scoff, looking at her with an incredulous frown. "I'm not kissing a guy on New Year's Eve, Wanda, it's bad luck."

Wanda laughs at her antics, shaking her head before saying, "then I don't know what to do to help you, my friend."

"Well, I do." You retort easily, waggling your eyebrows again, and Wanda rolls her eyes, an amused little smile on her lips as she pushes you away slightly, "Get out."

"Thanks, witchy." You say next, and the redhead smiles lovingly before you walk away.

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Your friend's words echo through your mind for every moment after the party. And noticing that it is almost midnight already, you take a deep breath to gather your courage.

"Hey, Nat, how are you enjoying the party?" you ask casually, your heart about to burst out of your mouth.

"It's nice," she replies, her eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to the guests around the party, "nobody's done anything stupid yet so I'm waiting."

You chuckle softly, earning an amused smirk from the redhead next to you in response.

"So," you begin awkwardly, drawing her eyes back to yours, "do you know who you're kissing at midnight yet? It's almost time." You ask hopefully, but earn a snort from the woman. "No one, this tradition is stupid."

"Yeah, totally." You agree amid a forced laugh, averting your gaze from hers, and Nat frowns. "Why?"

"Nothing, I was just talking about it with Wanda earlier." You explain, pointing to the other redhead in the room, who is chatting animatedly with Vision and Steve, and the furrow between Nat's eyebrows only widens. "She asked you?"

"No, no, she's kissing Vision, of course." You reply and watch Nat's expression relax considerably. Not knowing what to take away from that reaction, you sigh.

"Well, I'm gonna go get something to eat now." You say next, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly. "I hope someone does something stupid soon."

"Me too." She replies with an amused smile.

As you turn away from Nat, you walk toward the exit of the party.

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"Of course you'd be holed up here even on the holiday."

The amused voice sounds just as you open a new document to design improvements to your outfit, and you smile. "Work never stops."

"Yeah, but you should." Wanda retorts as she closes the door, and you shrug as you stand up. "Running away from a certain redhead?"

"Of course, the last thing I wanted was to see you." You reply playfully, and when she rolls her eyes in amusement, you laugh softly.

"I tried to ask her, but she didn't want to, and I thought staying there at midnight would be awkward, so..." You explain, slurring the last word as you shrug, and Wanda nods slowly.

"Well, it's not midnight anymore, but you still deserve a New Year's kiss." She says, walking over to you. You frown in confusion, but the next moment she is leaning over and giving you a kiss on the cheek, and you laugh softly.

"I'm not a guy, so no bad luck for you." She says amusedly as she pulls away and you smile genuinely at the redhead. "Thanks, Wands, you're a great friend."

"You have no idea." She retorts with a knowing tone, a little wink sent in your direction. Before you can ask what she means by that, however, she turns around.

"Happy new year, nerd." She says as she reaches for the door and you laugh softly, sitting back down in your armchair. "Happy new year, witchy."

It doesn't take long for another interruption to occur.

"Hey," this time you look up suddenly, your voice giving you the chills she always does, "Wanda told me you were here. She also told me... a few other things." Nat says awkwardly, her eyes scanning yours for answers, and you scoff, but you're not angry. "Of course she did."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks next and you smile small, shrugging. "You didn't seem very keen to kiss anyone when I came to talk to you."

"I saw you talking to the other girls all night, I thought you'd already asked someone." She says next and you frown. "I wanted to kiss you."

"You did?" You ask, not being able to disguise your surprise, and Nat smiles as she nods. You give a low chuckle. "Too bad it's not midnight anymore then."

"We can pretend it is." She hits back at the same instant, an amused expression on her face. "5." She begins, and you give a small chuckle before joining her.

"4."

Nat steps forward and you feel your heart beating violently inside your chest.

"3."

You close the distance between you with a single step, her eyes locked on yours.

"2."

Her hands on your shoulders, yours on her waist.

"1."

Your lips meet in the next moment and you both sigh at the sensation.

The kiss is shy and slow as you get to know each other. But it doesn't take long for what you feel for each other to consume you completely, you deepening the kiss as he does so.

As you start to take a few steps with Nat, she squeezes your shoulders before moving her hands up to the back of your neck, keeping your face glued to hers as the kiss doesn't stop.

The redhead moans softly as her back meets the wall of the lab, and a wave of goose bumps ripple through your entire body. Realizing what is about to happen, however, you pull your face away from hers.

"Are you sure about this?" You ask breathlessly, losing yourself in the redhead's dilated pupils. Nat smirk, breathing as uncompromised as yours. "Just touch me once."

The next moment she kisses you again, giving you no room for a retort. Not that you had anything more to add anyway.

You slide your hands to Nat's ass, squeezing the flesh as you press it against you, and the redhead sighs against your mouth.

As your hand circles her hips toward the front of her, the redhead descends her kisses to your neck, sucking and nibbling at your skin and making you see stars already.

Sliding your hand into Nat's pants, you both sigh heavily; she from the feel of your fingers on her most sensitive part, you from the wetness caused entirely by your touch.

You begin with slow movements, exploring and getting to know this whole new side of the woman you have so longed to know.

With each right movement, Nat groans against your skin, her fingers holding you to keep you as close as possible and to maintain her own stability.

When your fingers find her entrance, you feel Nat hold her breath. But when you push your fingers inside her, the redhead lets him escape all at once, a loud moan accompanying the movement.

You work your fingers masterfully, one of them stimulating her bundle of nerves while two others pump in and out of her in an increasing rhythm.

The surrounding air is filled with gasps, moans, and the sounds of skin meeting skin.

With her eyes squeezed shut, Nat rests her head against the wall, and, completely mesmerized by her beauty, you move forward, connecting your lips to hers in a rough kiss.

As she matches him as best she can, Nat slides her hands into your shirt, scratching your back with her icy fingers somehow burning your skin.

It doesn't take long for her to reach her high after that, amid moans of your name and breathless pleas for you not to stop. You hold her firmly against the wall as he comes, her walls squeezing against your fingers meets her body trembling against yours.

When she reaches the edge, she brings a trembling hand to your wrist, asking you to back off, and you reluctantly obey.

You make a trail of kisses down her neck as Nat tries to catch her gasping breath.

When she does, however, she pushes you away slightly. You frown in mild apprehension, but soon her hand finds yours, her fingers intertwining with yours.

"Come on," she calls out amidst a gentle smile, and you frown as she begins to lead you to the entrance of the room, "this isn't where I expected our first time to be." She explains sweetly and you give a husky little laugh.

Nat continues to pull you in then. And, smiling, you would go anywhere she wanted to take you.

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Yelena Belova x Reader : Whole New World

Summary: She’s a bit of a tough nut to crack.

Warning: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,868

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You remember meeting Yelena like it was yesterday, when in fact it had been about three months ago. 

She’d come into the compound alongside Kate, a brunette archer. Both women stood in between Clint and Natasha, your teammates, and were introduced to you and the rest of your team as new recruits. 

With the original six deciding to retire from the Avengers, there were spots to fill. Yourself, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, and Peter Parker had filled four spots. Then Clint and Natasha brought in Kate and Yelena. 

You and the rest of your team were bonding in the common room, eating snacks and playing video games, when they came in. None of you had paid a lick of attention to any of them until Clint let out a loud whistle, drawing your attention away from the tv and straight to the blonde woman.

Her calculating eyes were the first thing you took notice of. There was an almost unimpressed look in those green orbs, like she expected more from the people she was told would be the new Avengers.

Kate looked excited and was quick to come over and introduced herself. Her outgoing but partly nerdy and shy personality drew everyone to her. While you had greeted her, your focus remained on the blonde.

“Uh, hey. I’m Y/n.”

Her eyes flick down to your outstretched hand, then back up.

“I’m Yelena.”

That’s all she said. 

Natasha and Clint picked up from there with instructions and warnings, the same things they’d told you all before about upcoming training and such. Not too long after that they left you all to your own devices, Clint heading home and Natasha heading to her private wing.

The video games continued as all of you made an effort to get to know your new teammates. Kate was hilarious, increasingly nerdy as the night went on but only in the best way possible. 

Yelena was blunt, possessing a bit of a dry and largely sarcastic humor. You noticed early on that she showed a persona to you and the team which made it difficult for you all to get to know and trust her. 

On top of that, she didn’t do much reaching out. For the most part all of you wanted to each other to feel a part of a team, welcomed and trusted. Yelena kept to herself and didn’t come off as approachable, so you and your teammates hadn’t been as eager to seek her out.

Until you noticed something, Yelena wasn’t happy. You’d seen her happy, while training or spending time with her sister. When Natasha wasn’t around or the redhead widow was busy, Yelena didn’t hold the same light.

It really plagued your mind, how to get her to pill back a few layers, how to get her to become even a tad bit more around you and the team. It was so heavily on your mind that it kept you up one night. 

Despite trying not to think about it you’d tossed and turned all night, finally giving up around two in the morning. 

You know for a fact everyone else is asleep, save for maybe Wanda who is probably doing witchy stuff that you are not interested in. So instead of going to bug one of them, you head down the hall, past the common room, and into the kitchen.

The only sources of light come from under the cabinets where strips of LEDs are. 

Padding across the tiled floor, you pull the fridge and freezer open, eyes scanning the inside for something to snack on. Then a small smile shoots across your face at the sight of your favorite ice cream.

In no time you’re leaned against the island, scooping spoonfuls of ice cream into your mouth as you hum happily.

It’s then that the source of your sleepless night comes into the kitchen. 

Yelena pauses in the kitchen doorway, green eyes trailing over your form, stopping on the carton of ice cream, then moving back up to your eyes.

When you give her a small smile, there’s still remnants of chocolate on your lips and you don’t know it but it almost makes the blonde smile back,

“Midnight snack?” You ask casually, as if small talk was just something you and Yelena did.

She shakes her head,“ no.” Is all she says before she pulls the refrigerator open and grabs a bottle of water.

Licking your lips, you lean away from the counter to pull the drawer open, producing another spoon and offering it to the blonde.“ A little sugar always helps me sleep.” You reason, giving yet another smile.

She narrows her eyes, slowly lowering the water bottle from her lips. Her eyes drop down to the carton. A moment of hesitation passes and you’re surprised when she takes a step closer, reaching forward to grab the spoon. 

See as she’s keeping her distance, you happily slide the carton closer to her, and you wait. 

Ever so slowly, she dips her spoon in, bringing a small amount of ice cream up to her lips. Your eyes remain on her, full of curiosity and expectancy. 

“Oh my god,” she mumbles while covering her mouth with her hand,“ it’s so cold.” Her voice holds a tone of slight amazement. She adds,“ that’s incredible.” Then she eagerly dips her spoon back in, a much bigger scoop of ice cream on it when she pulls it out.

A smile lights across your face at the sight of her enjoying it.“ I know right. It’s my favorite and also the only flavor that everyone else won’t eat.” You get another scoop, eating it before continuing.“ The mint makes it seem even colder than it is.” Which is one of the things you love so much about this flavor.

The two of you are there for a bit, devouring the creamy dessert with inconsequential commentary between bites. 

Usually you wouldn’t have eaten the whole carton at once, but the look on Yelena’s face and her pure enjoyment of it was enough to make you ignore it this one time.

When it gets to the end you both split the last little bit, eating it and sucking the spoons clean, simultaneously letting out content sighs. The sound and timing makes you laugh, a snort falling from your lips before you can cover your mouth.

Yelena raises an eyebrow at you, the corner of her lips quirking up amusedly as you dissolve into a fit of giggles.“ I think you’ve gotten sleepy.” She remarks.

“I think so.” You manage through your laughter. 

The little smile she was sporting slips away when you finally open your eyes. She takes the carton and throws it away, then turns to the sink to wash the spoons, purposely moving slow.

Clearing your throat, you head for the door. Before you leave, you turn to look at her, another soft smile on your lips,“ goodnight Yelena.” 

“Goodnight Y/n.” She quietly returns the word.

You didn’t notice it then, but that moment meant more to Yelena than any of the other attempts you’d made in the past. She can’t exactly understand why but that was the first crack you’d made in the wall she built up.

Over the course of the next few days Yelena subtly seeks you out. More moments are stolen in the middle of the night, time which you use to introduce her to the little things that you’ve found make life a bit happier for you.

Two nights in particular you simply took her stargazing. 

The first night she was a little restless about the whole thing, claiming that she always saw the stars so there wasn’t really anything different about “stargazing”. Her rambling cut short however, with a simple touch of your hand. 

That touch, your touch, was everything she didn’t realize she was missing. She felt silly, her stomach getting all fluttery over a simple, inconsequential touch. She’d felt it before from her family, it seems Natasha was always giving her a reassuring or comforting touch, a simple hand on hers or on her shoulder. Her father hugged her all the time and her mother wasn’t against pressing soft kisses on her temple.

Your touch was different, it wasn’t because you cared for her as a sister or child, it’s a completely different care. Perhaps in the same way Kate cares about her. For a brief moment Yelena found herself wanting more than a friendly care but she quickly pushed the thought away.

The second night Yelena became emboldened. She’d been craving your touch since the last night you stargazed so she was eager to receive it again, on a bit of a bigger scale than before. 

When you’d set yourselves up on the roof with a blanket and the calming tune of Lo-Fi playing, the blonde scooted closer. You’d been unsure of what she was doing, until her shoulder bumped against yours.

Still with slight uncertainty, you raised your arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. 

Her body practically melted against yours, her side pressing against yours as she welcomed your touch.

It quickly became clear to her and you how much she loves your touch. Which is why, alongside all the little things you kept showing and doing with her, you started giving her more physical attention. 

The touches were small, similar to the ones she received from her family. But it meant so much to her. The way you effortlessly took her hand and held it, the way your fingers seemed to brush her cheek without a thought, the way your arm would rest around her shoulders with care.

Until she wants more of course. 

It took a lot for her to admit that she wanted your touch more than she already got it. With the way she’d started to feel towards you she worried you’d reject her ask.

A soft knock sounds at your door, even though FRIDAY already announced who it is. 

Throwing the blanket off your body, you go to open the door. A tired smile splits across your face at the sight of the blonde.

“Hey LeLe, what’s up?” You ask, covering your mouth as you yawn.

With her heart fluttering at the nickname, she drops her gaze from yours.“ I um, I couldn’t sleep.” She says, looking back up at you.

The little tilt of your head, mixed with your messy hair and slightly bleary eyes is the cutest thing she’s ever seen.

“You wanna get some ice cream?” You suggest, referring to all your late night snacking.“ I don’t think we have anymore mint chocolate chip but Peter keeps a carton of Superman and Wanda always has strawberry.”

The woman shakes her head, fingers picking at the hem of her shirt, a habit you noticed she has when she’s nervous.“ No, I was thinking-” doubt causes her to pause, but your reassuring smile makes her keep going,“ I heard that being held might help me sleep.”

Her words take you by surprise, the rise of your eyebrows making that clear. But her tone, and the fact that it’s her, makes you forget that surprise.

“Okay.” 

Eyebrows shooting into her hairline, Yelena watches as you take her hand in yours. Gently you pull her towards your bed, moving slowly in case she changes her mind. 

Laying down in your usual spot, you tug on her hand again.“ Come on then, you won’t get cuddles standing up all night.”

“I-I didn’t say anything about being cuddled.” She stammers, but moves to lay beside you nonetheless. 

You’re uncertain how she wants to be held until she moves to lay on her side. You follow suit, laying on your side, then carefully slipping your arms around her waist. 

When you scoot closer to her she does the same to you, her back flush with your front. You feel when she shivers ever so gently so you know she feels your heart hammering in your chest.

All this time spent together, getting to know the incredible woman that is Yelena Belova, you developed strong feelings for her. Every time she allowed you to touch her, to just be near her, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You felt special. 

You were the one she allowed to get close to her. You were the one she sought out when she wanted to talk or watch the stars. It’s you that got the privilege of being with Yelena Belova, even if it’s not how you expected to be with her.

That night led to many more. Yelena would come to your room in search of cuddles and you happily gave them to her. Both of you reveled in the feeling of being so close to the other.

Whenever you were busy with Avengers stuff she found herself missing you, missing the company you provided. So much so that she tried to find it in the team. 

She’d started to spend time with her other teammates. Peter was immediately excited to get to know her, she and Kate already considered themselves friends, and the Maximoff twins were happy to build a bond with the woman.

Nonetheless, they weren’t you. Even while she would sit in the room surrounded by her team, video games or movies for entertainment and snacks all over the place, she still longed for your touch, to hear your voice as you cracked some corny joke.

She was. . she is, deeply in love with you and completely terrified of what would happen if you found out. She can’t imagine losing you over something like this. 

The longer she went without telling you about her feelings, the harder it became to say something. 

The opposite was true for you though. It was killing you not to say anything. You didn’t know how much longer you could go, being able to hold her as if she was yours without knowing if she felt even a microscopic ounce of love for you the way you felt tons for her.

So you decided not to wait any longer. Except timing was the problem.

The day you decided to tell her, she was busy beyond belief. She was gone when you woke up, paying a visit to her parents. When she got back she was pulled into training with Natasha. Then the team decided they wanted to hang out.

By the time she was free, you could tell how tired she was. She didn’t hesitate to go into her room, the door closing behind her and seemingly shutting you out.

You crawled into bed dejectedly, a sigh heaving from your lips as you threw the cover over your head. Only for elation to shoot through you at the sound of a knock on the door.

Tossing the covers aside, you bolt out of bed, snatching the door open in a matter of seconds.

“Cuddles?” Yelena asks, a tired look on her face and a soft look in her eyes.

You’re speechless for a moment, bathing in the happiness she gives you, then you nod.

Both of you go to your bed, assuming your usual positions of Yelena being the little spoon to your big one. 

When her cold feet slip around yours a shiver runs up your body, despite this being a regular occurrence.

Silence settles and neither of you have made an attempt to sleep. 

“LeLe?” You ask quietly so as not to break the calm in the room.

“Yes Y/nn?” Her voice is just as quiet.

Suddenly your lips are dry, you run your tongue along them and squeeze her a little.“ Um, I- I’ve been meaning to talk to you all day about uh, well, I wanted to tell you that-”

“Spit it out Y/ln.” 

“I have feelings for you.” You blurt out.

Another beat of silence passes and you worry that you’ve completely screwed up.

Then she hums, cuddling further into you.“ That’s nice.” 

“Um, what?” 

“That’s nice,” she repeats, then turning in your arms,“ I thought I was going to have to confess first.” 

“Oh.” You nod in understanding. Then you realize what she said.“ Wait you-”

Yelena’s laugh cuts you off. Her smile is breathtaking and her little snort is adorable. But your face still heats up as she laughs. 

Groaning, you turn to bury your head in the pillow.

“Your face was priceless.” She says as her fingers raise to brush along your cheek. 

You freeze. 

This is a first.

Yelena had never initiated anything physical. She’d hinted at wanting it, gotten a little closer so you could, but it’d always been on your part that the two of you connected.

Turning your head, you press your cheek into her hand. The action sobers her up, green eyes boring into yours. 

“Falling for you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done.” She admits with a smile, letting out a yawn before she presses closer to you, resting her forehead against your chest. 

“Well I’m right here to catch you.”

Even though she laughs at you once again, you can’t find it in yourself to be even remotely irritated or embarrassed. You’d spend forever making her laugh, making her happy. No matter what it takes.

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Taglist: @owloftheshadows @natasha-danvers @blackxwidowsxwife @yumusak-yastik @b-5by5 @fayhar @lostandsearching @iliketozoneout​ @alotofpockets @caspianalexander @yeeterthekeeper @ecruzsalaz

#yelena belova #yelena belova fic #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x y/n #yelena belova x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader

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What is everyone's groupchat/text chat name? Like how Hal is Ring Ring Motherfucker etc etc

Tbh the list grows every day, but here’s what I have as of right now (as a side note—in the early chat posts all the batkids had just their usual vigilante names, so some of the ones I’m about to list might not be in a post yet):

Roy/Arsenal -> Arse/Arse ~ It just fits him so well it had to be used twice

Harley Quinn -> Aunty Harls ~ Bruce does not approve.

Bruce/Batman -> B/Batman ~ He refuses to participate

Barbara/Oracle-> Barbie/Know-it-All ~ She’s the mastermind behind all this and makes sure that Bruce keeps all the contact names.

Clark/Superman -> Smallville/Big Blue ~ His names were chosen by Lois and Dick.

Damian/Robin -> Demon/Blood Son ~ Jason voted to call him lollipop guild, Damian violently refused.

Cassandra/Black Bat -> Caassssssss/Silent but Cuddly ~ Her original Vigilante nickname was Snëki snäkē, but the new one is more fitting.

Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy -> CLIMATE CHANGE IS REAL ~ She picked this, but Harley will probably give her a new one soon.

Selina/Catwoman -> Crazy Cat Lady/Kitty kitty ~ I’m probably gonna change hers soon but idk what to yet.

Dick/Nightwing -> Dickhead/The Good, the bad, and the booty ~ His vigilante name was v recently changed from Flippy Boi.

Constantine -> Gutter Mage ~ He has canonically been called this, also his recent increase in appearances is due to me reading a lot of the old hellblazer comics (they can be a bit problematic at points but some are surprisingly relevant to current events in the US)

Diana/Wonder Woman -> Prince(ss)/Jason’s favorite ~ She’s a proud aunt who adores Jason.

Jason/Red Hood -> Jaybird/Pew pew ~ He likes to mock Bruce by saying ‘I am Pew pew’ in a Batman voice.

Kon/Superboy -> Konkonkon/Token Punk ~ When Constantine saw Token Punk he asked Kon about it and they ended up bonding over punk music.

J’onn/Martian Manhunter -> TBD/Lean Green Fighting Machine ~ I don’t often think of him interacting with everyone as a civilian so he might not get a civvie name.

Barry/Flash -> TBD/Lightning McQueen ~ I’ll probably have a civilian name for him soon, just hasn’t come up yet.

Killer Croc -> Monch and Cronch ~ Don’t ask me why/How Waylon has a phone.

Oliver/Green Arrow -> Olly Olly Oxen Free/The Other Green One ~ He was a little bitter about his civilian name but Babs won’t let him change it (she is the keeper of names).

Duke/Signal -> Pretty Pretty Shiny Shiny/The Duke ~ Apollo might change his name soon. Ik they haven’t interacted in comics (at least not that I know of) but I like to imagine Andrew (Apollo) is to Duke as Diana is to Jason.

Steph/Batgirl -> Stephers/Pörple people eater ~ I always forget that I was reading her batgirl arc when I first added her so I made her batgirl instead of spoiler, Ik this lines up better but i do prefer the traditional spoiler Costume.

Riddler -> Riddle Me this, Why am I Here?? ~ He doesn’t understand why he is in their contact list.

Hal/Green Lantern -> TBD/Ring Ring Motherfucker ~ He hasn't entered civilian conversation yet, but maybe soon.

Dinah/Black Canary -> TBD/Scream Queen ~ Right now her civilian contact is Scream Queen, but I'm gonna switch that around and use something else for her civilian name

Billy/Captain Marvel -> TBD/Sparky Sparky Boom Man ~ Billy still thinks no one knows who he is. He is wrong.

Damian's Bestest Friend/Superboy 2.9 ~ The first one was just to annoy Damian. The other was supposed to be Superboy 2.0 but he messed up and now Barbara won't let him take it back.

Wally/Kid Flash -> Walls/The Real Speedy ~ Roy does not find this amusing.

Tim/Red Robin -> Timber/Yum ~ Now if Tim ever passes out they yell Timber, he is not amused.

Zatanna -> Witchy Woman ~ She's the only reason John joined the group chat. She's also the only reason why he no longer has a flip phone. He now has a Blackberry Curve.

Right now that's all of them. I am going to add Boston Brand, no clue how or why he'll have a phone, I just like him and want him to be along for the ride. His name will probably be something like "I GOTTA PHONE" or "Ghosts Have Rights Too". I'm definitely gonna add others (Midnighter and Apollo, my favs) just don't know who or when yet. But if there's anyone you rlly wanna see just lmk and I'll see what I can do :)

#batfam #batfamily #justice league #DC #dc comics #detective comics #jason todd #batman #red hood #dick grayson #tim drake #mypost #red robin #incorrect batfamily quotes #bruce wayne #so many ppl #not everyone is getting tagged #constantine #hellblazer #zatanna #duke thomas #the signal #stephanie brown #spoiler #barbara gordon #batgirl #barbra gordon #cassandra cain #ask #black bat

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 10

A/N: I can’t believe I’m already on part 10 for this series and to be honest it’s fun to write. And in all seriousness, the tumblr mobile app needs to allow you to put a read more link. But anyways love you all and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! Mwah! 🖤🖤🖤

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, some violence, and blood

“Im sorry, did you just say Madripoor?” You blinked at Zemo, dreading the destination ahead of you.

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam questioned, looking between you and Zemo.

“Imagine Mos Eisley from Tatooine but without the aliens and blasters.” You tried to make an analogy. “In other words, a shithole. And to be honest, I’d rather be in Mos Eisley.”

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky explained to Sam.

“It’s kept its lawless ways.” Zemo added before turning to James. “But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”

You had a feeling Zemo would suggest all of you going in with different identities, and being the only woman in the group, you already had a wild guess you weren’t going to be ecstatic about yours. You looked to Bucky with a frown on your lips. You knew what Zemo had meant towards him, and you didn’t know how it would affect him to transition back into the person he tried so hard to deviate from. Bucky saw the sympathetic smile you gave him, and he returned it with a look that reassured you that he would be fine.

“Y/n.” Zemo now spoke to you, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “I’m sure you are aware of the conditions.”

“Zemo if you...” Bucky trailed off as he glared at him, silently warning him to watch what he says next.

Sam and Bucky kept their eyes on Zemo, waiting to hear what his suggested persona for you was and ready to beat his ass if he dared to suggest something that would be demeaning to you.

“No way in the pits of Tartarus. I am not going in as an escort.” You voiced with a clenched jaw. “And if it’s eye candy you need, you have Sam.”

Sam gave you a surprised look from your comment, flattered to have you recommend him to be the designated eye candy before going back to the topic at hand. “Hell no Zemo. You’re not having y/n pretend to be an escort.”

“I’m afraid Sam is already going as someone.” Zemo sat back with his hands folded in his lap. “And don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on having you go as an escort, it isn’t befitting of a baron like me. Plus, I figured it would be uncomfortable for you, so I was going to suggest you act as my fiancé, if you are willing of course.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, pondering on the subject. You were a bit relieved in all honesty. But to pretend to be Zemo’s fiancé and be in close and almost physical proximities with him?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to y/n.” Sam uttered to you.

“I’ll do it.” You confirmed.

“Are you sure?” Zemo asked you again, making sure you were comfortable with acting the part.

“I thought Zemo might step out of line with this one, but we don’t want you to do something that will make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure. I’ve had to do things I wasn’t comfortable with plenty of times in the past.”

Once you had all landed, Zemo decided to stop by a place so that you all may get dressed. You had already packed a dress and a pair of heels with you just in case for situations like these, since this wasn’t the first time you had to dress up for a mission. The dress you wore was a black, burned velvet silk slip-like dress with the velvet print being dark red roses. The dress wasn’t too tight to be constricting of movement and fit perfectly around around your curves. If the situation should arise that you needed to defend yourself, you needed the freedom to be able to move. Going down, the fabric flared slightly at your hips, brushing barely against the floor with your heels on. The skirt was slightly sheer from the bottom of your thighs and down with the floral velvet print, and had a slit going up your right thigh, perfect for kicking and concealing your dagger. The top torso portion of the front of your dress was a spaghetti strap cowl neckline that stopped just above the curve of your breasts, allowing for just a bit of cleavage. Your back was left bare, stopping at your mid back with thin straps that came across in a pattern. Your dress almost had a Grecian/witchy look from the way it draped over your chest and hips. It wasn’t too formal or too scandalous, it was elegant and classy, and showed just the right amount of skin where it wouldn’t be too revealing.

Even though you completely loathed and detested heels of any kinds, your heels were fairly simple, made of black velvet with straps that came across your ankles and toes. You dreaded heaving to wear them but at the same time you’d stick out like a sore thumb if you wore your docs with these. Perhaps you should’ve brought your nicer sandals, but it was too late now. You kept on your mother’s necklace and wore a set of amethyst drop earrings, throwing on a silver cuff bracelet on each wrist. Your hair was let loose to conceal your short sword that you hid on your back underneath your dress, the hilt resting right between your shoulder blades. You prayed that having your hair down would cover the scars and the sword you had on your back. But you were mostly focused about the scars, you failed to mention them to the guys about it since it was something that was hard for you to share. The only makeup you had on was some eyeshadow and mascara to darken your eyes, very little blush, and a lip tint.

The last thing to do was to put on some perfume, so you spritzed on your favorite oil based one that you had from Olympus on your pulse points. The scent was filled with incense-like scents like dragon’s blood, sage, crushed red roses, sandalwood, ghostly white musk, absinthe, almonds, and heady gardenia. It wasn’t as harsh as the common alcohol based ones, this one was more earthy and ancient, and every time you wore it, the scent lingered and heads turned. You gave yourself a once over when you were done, taking in a deep breath before heading out to join the others.

You became nervous as you saw them gathered together, talking amongst themselves as they haven’t noticed you yet. You rarely ever wore dresses these days, especially of the kind you were wearing now which left you feeling bare and exposed even though the dress wasn’t at all much revealing. So as you approached them, you couldn’t help picking at your fingers in anxiety.

The men turned at the sound of your heels clicking against the ground, and when they laid their eyes on you, they couldn’t help but gawk with their mouths parted open, as if they had seen the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. You chewed on the inside of your cheeks as you saw how they stared at you.

“Wow.” Sam was the first to say something. “You look like a million bucks.”

“What? Never seen a woman in a dress before?”

“No, I’ve just never seen you in a dress before.” Sam answered. “You’re always dressed like some hippie/librarian, with your bands shirts, sweaters, plaid pants and jackets.”

“Haha vary funny.”

“Also since when did you have muscles?” Sam noticed as he poked your bare arm. “And since when did you have a tattoo?” He observed the mark you had on your upper right arm, right below your shoulder. It was the mark that was given to you to signify your Olympian status and what you represented. It was about the color that henna left behind after you wiped the paste off your skin, the color of ginger and bronze. The center of your mark was a lightning bolt, which represented a child of Zeus. Below that was your symbol, the torch and the triple moons.

“Since when did you start asking so many questions? But yeah, I’ve always had muscles Sam, I was trained in combat since I was, you could say 9 years old in human years. Also, technically everyone has them, it’s what allows us to move and lift things. And that.” You pointed to your tattoo. “Is my goddess mark, not a tattoo. Every Olympian god has one and they each have their personal symbol that represents them.”

“Wait, so you’ve been trained since you were a kid?” Bucky looked at you to clarify what he heard as they all started to head out.

“Technically, everyone on Olympus starts training that young. Then, when they become of age, a tournament is held to display their skills, following a ceremony after, to celebrate their victory.” You explained as you walked beside them.

The four of you were currently walking on the bridge that led to Madripoor. You could see the city’s skyline out in the distance, the cyberpunk like buildings lighting up the night sky.

“Do you need my coat?” You heard Zemo say beside you, making you look at him.

“Sorry?”

“Do you need my coat?” He repeated himself, referring to how your arms were bare against the cool night. “I wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

You stared at him, stunned from the kind gesture as you tried to form words to say. “Oh uh.....I appreciate the gesture, but I’m fine actually. I’m not that cold.” Though you didn’t want to admit it, you actually would’ve liked to try on his coat, because in all honesty it was a damn nice coat.

“We have to fix this.” You heard Sam say with irritation visible in his voice. “I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing.” Zemo mentioned as he pulled out his phone to show Sam. “The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam observed the photo.

“You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam sniffed the air as you did the same.

“Smells rancid.” You scrunched your nose at the smell.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.” Zemo instructed as a black car pulled up in front of you. “High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.”

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” Sam remarked as he opened the door for the back seat.

“Y/n. A moment please, if you will.” Zemo uttered to you.

You stopped in your tracks, seeing Bucky and Sam stand on either side of the car doors, looking between the two of you and especially Zemo, with caution. You nodded your head at them, signaling you were fine and that they can get seated. And though they sat themselves inside the car, that didn’t stop them from keeping their eyes glued to Zemo to make sure he didn’t pull anything stupid.

“What’s the issue?” You turned to Zemo, giving him your attention.

“Since you will be portraying my fiancé, there’s a certain key element you will be needing to complete the image.” You watched as he pulled out a ring from his coat pocket, displaying it in front of you. “If I may?”

You stared at Zemo blankly before nodding your head and holding out your left hand for him. You knew this was only for a show, but you couldn’t help but stiffen as he delicately held your hand with his gloved one before slipping the ring onto your ring finger.

“There.” Hi smiled softly at you, his hand still holding yours. “Now you look the part.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, leaving behind a trail of warmth as he gazed down at you. Zemo swore he could have gotten lost in the violet swirls and gold flecks of your eyes forever, which now sparkled against Madripoor’s lit up skyline, the neon city and the places he’s visited not even coming close to the beauty he held before him.

You tried not to blush under his gaze as you gave him a polite smile before slipping your hand out of his. “I should probably change my eyes huh.” You remembered, changing your eyes to a normal color known to earth. “Should I hide the scar?” You asked him, referring to the one on your face.

“I think you should leave it. It suits you, and besides, you never know who might recognize you without it.”

Nodding your head at him, you headed to the car and settling in beside Bucky as Zemo followed, getting in the passenger seat in front of you. In the car ride there, you glanced down at the ring Zemo slipped on your finger, it was definitely a beautiful elegant ring, with a rose gold band and a pear cut garnet in the center that had diamonds that accented the bottom. Once you arrived in the city, you walked through the neon lit streets beside Zemo while Sam and Bucky followed behind. You loosened up your body as you went, swaying your hips slightly as you tried your best not to walk like a bodyguard and look threatening as everyone’s eyes followed the four of you strolling through the streets.

“Here we are.” Zemo announced, stopping in front of a bar before speaking to Bucky in Russian. “Ready to comply… Winter Soldier?”

As you went in, Zemo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck and startling you as he spoke in a hushed tone. “I want to apologize in advance, forgive me.”

You looked at him with furrowed brows to question what he meant until you felt his gloved hand slide across your back before resting on your waist, pulling you closer to his side. You noticed how his hand fumbled after brushing across your sword as he gave you a questioning look. What was that on your back? Did you really conceal a full on sword on your back underneath your dress? On your way to the bar table you saw people stare as you went through, some of them gawking in surprise at Bucky, or the winter soldier as he was now portraying, while the slimy men in the area roamed their eyes over your body hungrily. Zemo noticed your uneasiness from the way your muscles tensed, though your face didn’t show a sign of it, and glared at the men who dared to lay their eyes on you, only pulling you closer to him to prove that you were with him while Bucky and Sam noticed this as well and positioned themselves where you were blocked from the view of your peers, allowing you to breathe a little better as you approached the bar.

“Hello, gentlemen.” The bartender greeted you all. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed.” Zemo answered for him. “We have business to do with Selby.”

“The usual?”

Sam nodded his head.

“And for the lady?”

“Um Something fruity.” You answered with a flirtatious smile, silently hoping they had something like that on the menu and that you hadn’t blown their cover by ordering the wrong drink.

The bartender handed you what looked to be a pineapple martini and you internally thanked the gods for your sheer bit of luck, taking the drink and thanking the bartender with another smile. You watched as he went to work on Sam’s drink, pulling out of a jar what definitely was a snake. You gulped, your stomach feeling nauseous as you saw the bartender cut open the dead snake, taking out its guts and throwing it in the shot glass. You were mortified to say the least, snakes were one of your symbols and you had owned plenty of the gentle little creatures. You shot Sam a sympathetic look once you saw his expression.

“Cheers.” Zemo held up his glass while Sam stared at his before gathering the courage to drink it all in one go. If Sam wasn’t going to throw up, you were going to do it for him.

While your eyes were trained on Sam’s expression, you felt someone breathe over your neck before feeling a clammy hand graze across your ass.

“Hey baby-“

Your eyes widened before you grabbed the wrist of the man behind you in one quick motion, twisting his arm to an unnatural position as you yanked it away from your body, causing the sleazy looking individual let out a yelp of pain. You would’ve crushed his wrist like crumpled paper if Zemo hadn’t put a cautionary hand on your arm as he whispered to you. “Careful now.”

You let go of the man’s wrist before shoving him aside like a pile of garbage. If their identity wasn’t at risk of being revealed, Zemo, Sam, and Bucky would have gone over there and beat the guy up after you were done with him.

“I got word from high. You ain’t welcome here.” You watched from behind Zemo as a bearded man approached him.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo gestured towards Bucky.

“New haircut?”

“Or bring Selby for a chat.”

The man glanced between Zemo and Bucky before leaving.

“A power broker? Really?” Sam turned to Zemo.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” You asked.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

Another man was approaching in your direction, most likely to kick you all out or worse, and after following your gaze, Zemo turned to Bucky, speaking to him in Russian just as the man laid a hand on his shoulder. “Winter Soldier. Attack.”

You stood back, watching as Bucky grabbed the dude’s arm and twisted it back. You refrained yourself from intervening as Bucky took down the men that fought against him.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo commented to you and Sam.

Bucky slammed one of the men down on the counter. And as you heard the clicking of guns being loaded, your defensive mode nearly kicked in as you almost reached for your sword before Zemo stopped you.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Zemo whispered to you both before turning to Bucky and speaking in Russian again. “Well done soldier.”

You let your arm drop back down to your side, not a single change in your expression as you eyed everyone around you.

“Selby will see you now.” The bartender spoke up after getting off the phone.

Zemo gave him a thanks, nodding you over and holding out his hand for you to take as you went to his side again, Bucky and Sam following after you. You went through a back door, going down a dark corridor with Zemo’s hand on your back as he guided you through.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” You heard a woman’s voice speak, turning your head to see an older woman in a suit with short white hair lounging back on the coach with her security around her.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo sat down on the couch before waving you over when he saw you standing near Sam. “Come sit schatzi.”

You straightened up, plastering a smile on your face as you went over to him. Selby’s eyes followed you curiously as you placed your hand in his, your eyes rapidly moving in nervousness for what area would be the most appropriate area to sit. Were you......were you supposed to sit on his lap? Is that how couples work? No, that would be inappropriate. Before things got awkward, you quickly plopped down on the empty spot next to him, crossing over your leg in a way so that it draped over his, leaving your thigh completely exposed from the slit in your dress, save for the dagger that still remained hidden. Sam and Bucky widened their eyes at what you just did, while Zemo stiffened at this sudden movement from you as you also draped one arm around his shoulders, bringing yourself closer to him. Were you even doing this right?

“A lot has changed since you were here last.” Selby observed the two of you before her eyes landed on your ring. “Who’s this pretty little thing?”

“This.” Zemo looked at you with a loving look, throwing an arm around your waist to draw circles on your bare back, while his other hand rested on your thigh, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on your skin as you felt shivers go down your spine. “Is my fiancé. Gorgeous isn’t she?”

How long has it been since you were this close and personal to someone? The last you could remember, women still wore corsets and people still rode carriages. You felt your body heat up from being this close to him, and from the way he stroked your back. How was a mortal man able to leave you feeling like this? If he was able to send shivers down your spine with the mere touch on your back with his gloved hand, you wondered how it would feel to have his bare hands on you, just skin to skin. And if you were being honest, you never really were a fan of cologne but his smelled of a deeper earthy tones with hints of musk, and you were surprised and almost ashamed to say you liked how he smelled. You returned the same loving look to Zemo, trying to make it as believable as possible as you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head before placing a kiss on his jaw close to his ear. Sam and Bucky couldn’t believe their eyes at the scene before them, the same you who preferred to be a hermit and didn’t go on dates because it involved human interaction, was cuddling up to none other than Helmut Zemo himself. Zemo’s breath faltered a bit from from your touch as he swallowed the lump in his throat, struggling not to break character. Being this close to you, he was able to get a whiff of your perfume and my goodness, Zemo felt as if he could drown in your scent, you smelled like the heavens, not overbearingly sweet, but dark and luxurious and even seductive. Is this what vampires and sirens smelled like when they lured people to their deaths? You raised a brow at Zemo, your heightened senses were picking up on his breathing patterns and heartbeat. Was he getting nervous?

“Extremely.” Selby commented, smirking at the two of you before roaming her eyes over your body. You could feel her taking you in but you kept your eyes trained on the side of Zemo’s face. “Where did you pick this one up? She looks like a fighter.”

“As they say, why not get a woman who can do both. She was part of the Sokovian armed forces, I met her through there.”

“By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?” Selby added after finally taking her eyes off you.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby turned to Sam with a flirtatious grin, using her hand in a claw like manner as she let out a purr. “What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum.” Zemo got up off the couch, going over to Bucky and holding his chin between his fingers. “And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or… condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?”

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me. But.....” She turned you with a sly smile which made your insides turn. “Throw her in with the package and you have yourself a deal.”

Zemo, Sam, and Bucky turned to look at you with dread upon hearing her words. This wasn’t at all part of the plan.

“No, no no. That wasn’t the deal.” Zemo stepped over to where you sat, blocking you from her. “She’s not for sale.”

“Why not?” Selby raised her brow at Zemo. “I’m pretty sure a man like you could pick up someone else to be your plaything or fiancé or whatever. I like this one in particular.” She turned to you again.

“That’s not-“ Zemo started before he was cut off by Sam’s cellphone vibrating.

You breath was caught in your throat and it felt as if the room had dropped in temperature. You could feel the tension floating around the air as everyone’s eyes were trained on Sam now, making you sit up straight and uncross your legs so that they were planted firmly on the ground. Your hand rested on your thigh just above where the hilt of your dagger was as your eyes darted around the room, watching each and every person like a hawk about to swoop down on its prey. You had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

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I have a prompt for you if you can. Not sure if you watch Legacies, there’s an episode where Lizzie makes a wish to a Jinn that Hope is never born. In this alternate universe, Lizzie won the Merge, Klaus flipped his switch 2 years ago in grief and started a war with the humans leading to Triad publicly hunting all supernaturals. Enemy #1 is Klaus and his vampire wife Caroline Mikaelson. I’d like to see a Klaroline fic of this AU please.

Prompt part 2. I have some personal thoughts on this alternative universe but itS totally up to you if you go with them or if you come up with your own. No Hope means no Hayley, means no Elijah dying. So why was Klaus grieving? No Hope means back in TVD S4 the witches had no way of luring him to NO so he stayed in MF eventually wearing Caroline down into a relationship. Josie and Lizzie were like his daughters and when they merged he and Caroline both flipped the switch in grief of Josie.

 Tears Will Never Dry (angsty)

“I failed them.” Her voice was so small and defeated. Curled up as she was in the armchair, Caroline looked blankly out the window. Though she had a perfect view of Bonnie talking through some witchy herbs with a despondent Lizzie out in the courtyard, her eyes didn’t seem to register. It was like she wasn’t even there.

Klaus, who once proudly professed he had no heart, felt something break inside him for he knew nothing could truly comfort her. He had failed her. So he offered what little he could, what he held onto when she was so far away. “You love them so completely, you could never fail them,” he vowed, and he’d never meant something so much. It took all his strength not to pull her into his arms, to close the distance she wrapped around herself so tightly. “You will help Lizzie through this, and—” The lump in his throat made it hard to speak, not that he could bring himself to say the name she cried in her sleep. “—you loved her to the end.”

Tears trickled down her crumpled face. “It’s not supposed to happen that way,” she croaked. “Mom and Dad loved me to the end, too. Their ends. Now, I have to live with her being gone. Forever.”

It used to be a promise between them, sweet and tempting; on her tongue, the word sounded sour. Helpless and desperate, Klaus kneeled  at her feet. He pressed his mouth to her knee, hands wrapped around her legs like a lifeline. “Tell me what I can do. Please, sweetheart. Let me help.”

Blinking down at him, she let her fingers card through his hair. Her smile was sad, apologetic. “It just hurts so much.”

And he knew it was too late.

The club was a dangerous idea. They were meant to be in hiding, and it defied sense to flaunt their return to New Orleans in a favorite haunt. But the girls were having fun, and Klaus was loathe to break up the party with sense.

He was tucked into the quietest corner of the VIP lounge, high above the din. Lizzie and Caroline, meanwhile, danced in the crush of the crowd, the pounding beat far too much for even a vampire’s ears. They laughed as they bumped into each other, and a smile curled his lips. It was good to be home.

Their little family was still grieving Josie’s loss after two years, each in their own way. Caroline preferred enjoying the lighter side of life, aided by a lack of human sensibilities. Lizzie alternated between reveling in her magic and loathing it for the too dear cost, just as she hated her mother for flipping the switch and loved having her as more of a friend. Klaus...

Klaus was just trying to keep the game interesting.

“Careful, friend,” Marcel warned, offering him a fresh drink as he dropped into the next chair. “Your humanity is showing.”

“She’s not paying me any mind, we can speak freely.” He turned to his old friend, a son that was lost and found, then lost and found again. How he wished he could grant such a miracle to Caroline. “Tell me about Triad.”

Clenching his glass, Marcel looked grim. “My nightwalkers keep disappearing, and even the ones with the GIft,” he murmured with laden meaning, since vampires had learned to hoard the secret of lapis lazuli and the safety it provided, “have mentioned being followed. Davina hasn’t risen far in the ranks of the organization yet, but she thinks a big move is in the works.”

He grit his teeth. “And?”

“The ‘vampire wife’ is whispered around the place. Often.”

It was a fight to loosen the tension in his body, but a necessary one. He raised a toast to Caroline, who tried to coax him out to the dance floor. He shook his head, charming enough so as not to rouse her suspicion. “I assume a kidnapping then.”

“At the least,” Marcel agreed. “Whether they want information from her or to use her against you, torture is to be expected. The switch might be a benefit to her if it comes to that—”

"It won't." His tone was final, even as he held his smirk. The ladies were too busy laughing off those bold men trying to dance with them to read him from afar. "She's been through enough."

Noticeably quiet, Marcel just sipped his drink.

“What, Marcellus?” Klaus bit out.

With a measured glance toward him, he shrugged. “The switch... She’s not really going through anything, and she hasn’t for years now. And thinking you’ve flipped yours, too? You’ve created a comfortable little world for her to avoid the pain, maintaining it to keep her safe without her knowing. What happens when the illusion shatters?”

He gave a careless flip of his hand. “She can’t turn it off twice.”

“If you say so.”

It wasn’t a new argument to Klaus, not when Stefan, Bonnie, Elijah — even Rebekah — had implored him to rethink his grand strategy for Caroline to party away the worst of her pain. At the very least, he could be honest about his own, relatively intact humanity. Instead, he let her enjoy the lighter side of life without tempting a worse outcome should she feel the need to punish him for trying to fix her. After all, she’d done much the same when her mother died.

The subterfuge was messy but necessary, especially with credible threats against her in this war the humans insist upon waging. His ear was attuned to the array of heartbeats throughout the club, the loud music not enough to dull his hybrid senses. Vampires had a slow, dull throb when compared to the hearty pound of a werewolf, not that they’d find themselves in the Abattoir without some pressing business that was sure to involve him. Same with the witches, and only Lizzie’s let out the fast-paced thrum of both full blood and magic.

Humans, though, they seemed to be threading in from the edges of the crowd — and aiming for the blondes at the center. Feeling the world slow around him, Klaus launched himself down from the balcony, mindless to the vampires hurrying to get everyone out of his way. None of them caught the true danger, however, until the strobe light caught on the wooden stakes being pulled from jackets.

Klaus managed to snap three necks before they got close, but Caroline was too busy blocking access to Lizzie to notice the woman stretching a strong arm toward her. Feeling like he was underwater, he watched as Lizzie’s fear overwhelmed her, and the hand grasped around her mother’s wrist glowed red. Pain seemed to lance through Caroline, and she lost her focus to fend off the attack she still hadn’t seen coming.

The familiar scent of her blood filled the air, and all Klaus could see was red.

Later, he would confirm that the scratch down Caroline’s back healed perfectly, that she’d survived the bold offensive he hadn’t stopped. Even later than that, he would acknowledge his plan had been far from perfect, without even the veneer of success to defend it when her humanity was eventually restored.

But in the moment, the thought of losing her to his own carelessness was too much. Clearly, holding onto his humanity wasn’t working the way he’d envisioned; in fact, his rage at the sight of a stake piercing her skin felt like a liability. He processed this in the span of a second, and by the time the human’s bloody head hit the dance floor, his decision had been made.

The world already saw him as a ruthless monster. He might as well give it to them, and he’d make them bleed for daring to harm her. He didn’t need his humanity for that.

With his fangs bared and blood dripping from his hand, he certainly looked the part. When Caroline met his eyes, however, something must have alerted her to the change. Having torn the stake from her back and moved Lizzie to the safe space between them, her head tilted to the side as she appraised him with a new appreciation. She gave a sharp grin of joy and arousal, her tongue slipping from beneath her fangs to wet the corner of her lips. “It’s about time.”

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