#i shall be an owl again sometime

[catcze]

i love reading your works, they make excited to read again

but i was wondering, how do you think wriothesley would be in a royal au where we’re the noble and he’s our bodygaurd?? 👀

!!! THE WAY I LOVE THIS TROPE SO MUCHAKJSNDKJNASJDNAKSJ

Bodyguard! Wriothesley is quite possibly the best thing that's ever happened to you. He's relaxed— much less uptight and by-the-books as some of the bodyguard that have been with you in the past.

Bodyguard! Wriothesley doesn't try to limit your movements or the activities you do, only under the condition that he either comes with you or that you don't do anything outright life-endangering. You wanna dress up as a regular person and wander around the city? Sure. Just let him know, and he'll even procure the disguises the two of you will use. You want to go for a walk in the woods? As long as you both stick to the safer paths and don't stay out past dark, he doesn't see why not.

Bodyguard! Wriothesley cares for your sake. He lets you indulge in whatever hobbies you like— gardening, embroidering, horseback riding, sword-fighting. Whatever it may be, he accompanies you and just lets you have your fun. He even helps you out sometimes, such as sparring with you, or being the one to hold your books for you as you wander around the library.

Bodyguard! Wriothesley even helps you when it comes to your official duties as a noble. He can't help directly, of course, but he helps you organize your files, sort through the numerous documents on your desk, and even provides some useful input in the fields where he's got some experience. Not to mention, when he's your only company in that lonely lonely office for hours to come, he converses with you during the slower periods of time. He talks about anything under the sun— anything that he thinks you'll find interesting, or that might elicit a smile from you. Be it anecdotes from his own life, stories from his time before being a bodyguard, or even just interesting facts he's learned from a book he's found in the library. If he sees you needing a mental break, he's more than happy to provide.

Bodyguard! Wriothesley who accompanies you in your office in the late evenings, long after you've already dismissed him for the night. The moon could be high overhead, the owls hooting and the fireplace in your office crackling away, and this man will absolutely refuse to leave your side until you're finished. To your face, he tells you that it's out of duty. That a risk to your life could come even this late at night, and that so long as you are vigilant with your duties, so shall he. But a teeny tiny little part of his heart is doing it because he wants to make sure that you're alright, too. That while you burn the midnight oil, there is water in the pitcher by your desk, and fresh slices of fruit in the plate. He wants to make sure that your office is neither too cold nor too hot, and that if you choose to stay up late in the winters where the fireplace cannot keep up with the chill, he is there to offer his own coat is he sees you shivering.

Bodyguard! Wriothesley who has, as a result of you being so committed to your duties and your people, been faced with the dilemma of you falling asleep at your desk more than once. Each time, he's hesitant to wake you from your slumber. If anyone knows how hard you work and how badly you need each second of rest, it is the man who hardly ever leaves your side. So instead, he approaches your dozing form hesitantly, shaking your shoulder just slightly with a gentle touch until you rouse a little.

"Your grace," Wriothesley murmurs, keeping his voice low. "I believe it's time to call it a night."

You say nothing for a few seconds, processing what he's said, but you eventiually nod, letting the smallest of yawns escape you. Wriothesley tries to hide his smile.

Then a thought crosses his mind, and though he hesitates to even offer, he sees you starting to doze off again where you sit, and he can't imagine that to be any good for your back or your neck come morning.

"Would you like me to carry you back to your room, your grace?" He asks softly— so quietly, that if he wasn't this close, you don't think you would have heard it. But you do, in fact, hear him. And while you would normally be rather embarrassed to have your bodyguard carry you anywhere, your sleepiness overrules most thoughts of embarrassment and hesitation. In this state, the most important thing is getting back to your room and getting a proper rest, so you nod.

Wriothesley puts out the fireplace in record time, returning to your barely-awake form swiftly. He easily grabs the keys to your office off your desk and hooks the keyring onto his finger.

"Alright, I'm going to lift you up now, your grace," He murmurs, one hand hooked under your legs, the other circling around your back and cradling you against him securely. You barely stir when he lifts you up, doing little more than humming .

Expertly and making sure not to jostle you, Wriothesley maneuvers you out of the office, making sure to lock it securely behind him. As he begins walking in the direction of your chambers, he can feel you leaning more and more into his hold, your head resting right above his chest. No doubt you're already half-way to dreamland, which he finds incredibly endearing.

"You can sleep for now, your grace. I'll get you back safely." His voice is so soft, like the finest silk. Softer than any of the robes you have in your closet, than the sheets that lay on your bed. You wish you could fall into that softness and slumber for hours and hours.

You lean further into Wriothesley's firm chest, thinking nothing of the way his heart seems to hasten, or how he grows warm under your touch. Sleep creeps forward more and more with each passing second, wrapping you in it's warm tendrils.

Before you completely lose yourself to it though, you manage to whisper a quiet, "Thank you, Wriothesley."

And oh, if his heart doesn't melt right then and there. You asleep in his arms, looking more relaxed than he's ever seen you. Wriothesley adjusts his grip on you slightly, making sure that you're comfortable in his grasp. And if he slows his pace a bit, unwilling to have the walk to your chambers end so quickly, that's just for him to know.

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[flower-boi16]

Helluva Boss: A Show For "Mature" Audiences That Isn't Very Mature

Something that's very funny to me is how Helluva Boss is an adult show, meaning that its supposed to be mature, and more mature than a kids show. However, the show really isn't that mature when you really think about it; sure, it's supposed to be viewed for mature audiences, and It by no means is for kids at all but...HB is really just the superficial version of mature. The show constantly crams in gore, swears and sex jokes all the damn time as a way to just appear edgy. It's not mature as in "it has mature and deep messages and themes" its the superficial version of mature, the type of mature that's just "let's shove in a bunch of swears and sex jokes into this show so people can KNOW its for adults!".

The show feels like its trying so damn hard to be edgy and crams swears and sex jokes into its dialogue because its an "adult" show. 70% of the dialogue in this show is awful because of the amount times it feels the need to shove in swears and sex jokes into every single line the characters say. It feels like the show is just..trying to be edgy with no substance to it. The only really mature theme HB has is Stolas's sexual desires for Blitz...but now its just completely dropped as Stolitz is suppoused to be seen as a healthy reletionship for some reason.

A majority of the villains are very one-dimensional Saturday morning cartoon villains too. HB feels like a show that's just overly obsessed with being edgy so it can come across as "mature". And while you can technically say that HB is mature as the show isn't exactly for kids and is aimed towards adults, again, its only the superficial version of mature, the show isn't really that mature in terms of its actual writing.

But here's the REAL kicker here; the shows I primarily enjoy watching are kids shows on Disney Channel, and...well, lets take a look at the themes and messages of these shows aimed towards kids that I've seen, shall we?

Gravity Falls: Tells a story about growing up, and how, while growing up may seem hard, you don't have to grow up alone, and that even when you grow up, that doesn't mean you have to let go

Amphibia: Tells a story about three girls who are all heavily flawed people in a toxic friendship. Ends with a message about change and how while it may be hard, sometimes; things change, and you need to accept that.

The Owl House: Tells a story about a girl who was ostracized for her whole life who was able to make real connections with others and find a place where she truely belongs.

Ducktales: Has an old man rediscover the value of family after pushing away his loved ones after losing his niece

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur: Has an episode where the main message is that you should stand up for your community, and how you can make your voice be heard no matter what.

The Ghost and Molly Mcgee (SPOILERS FOR THE FINALE): Final episode has a beautiful and mature message about how you should spend your life to the fullest, take risks and not be afraid or play it safe, and has a character go and spend his life to the fullest when he becomes human again

These "kids shows" have more mature and thoughtful messages and themes as well as better writing than this "adult" show. Helluva Boss has me groaning and getting frustrated at all the bad writing and wasted potential in its second season. Meanwhile, Amphibia's second season almost gets me to cry not once, but twice. These shows have more compelling and nuanced characters than HB, they don't constantly try to coddle them and absolve them of their mistakes, rather for some of them, they make the characters actually grow as people, something HB has NOT done at all.

Helluva Boss is an adult show, yet these kids' shows not only have more nuanced characters than it, but they are also unironically more mature than HB despite being shows targeted towards a younger audience. Its extremely funny to me how Viv said that HB is "Bojack Horseman with demons" when HB is less mature than kids' shows that aired on the Disney Channel.

Helluva Boss isn't a mature show, it's just an overly edgy one.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Dear fellow Court of anons and other thristy comrades. I declare that I, once again, found gold.

We have here, a shy, reserved bottom owl who needs to be praised and called a good boy.

I shall let the juices flow.

Queenie, now's the turn to tell me. Anything more to know about the sexy owl before I once again be consumed by the inspo? Like suggested skin tone, more description u wanna change/keep?

LMAO NO FUCKING WAY? I THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD NOTICE THAT?

he has tanned skin, short silky smooth brown hair, big black eyed, pointy lips, button nose, and flat as a pancake both ways

Fun fact about owl finches mating:

"This is what all that male dancing and singing has been about, yet there are still some formalities involved. First, the cock bird will have to wait for the hen’s body language to invite him to mate. In many species, the hen will sit in a “mating position”, lifting and vibrating her tail. The male will then proceed to mount her and impregnate her with a “cloacal kiss”, in which the all purpose vents of the two birds will make brief contact. His wings will flap in order to push himself against her, and after a few seconds the whole thing will be over."

Sometimes, a cock bird will try and woo another male or female of another species

#Foolish the owl finch #queenie ocs #queenie writes #Mellsfern #yandere male #yandere x darling #yandere male x reader #male yandere #ocs #Yandere oc x reader #Yandere oc #Yandere harpy x reader #Yandere harpy

[slightlyslytherinthings]

Since when...

Warnings: Light Smut. Sebastian touching himself thinking of Y/N.

Description: Of course all aged up. There are two segments the first one is more an introduction and the secound one a light smut. Last year of the school. Sebastian being the narrator of this ff.

Please give me some feedback it is my first writing, I would love to know where I could improve. And maybe write a next part to it.

🖤🤍💚

Starting a new year and also the last year at hogwarts felt great, knowing that less than 365 days are apart until I can start a career, maybe traveling for awhile or just staying with my dearest twin Anne and with my lovely friends Ominis and Y/N. I wonder how their summer break went?

Speaking of I just seeing them standing at the great hall, "Hey Ominis! Y/N!". "There you are Sebastian, good to hear you again. Hopefully with less trouble than the last years", said Ominis, being cocky as ever. "Hey Sebastian good to see you again, totally missed you on my adventures.", as Y/N greeted me she put her arms around me to hug me thight for a moment.

Even after I spoke the death curse against my own uncle, and Ominis being mad at me, which was understandable, Y/N could manage to make him speak to me again. Not only him, she also convinced Anne to send me owls, she might even want to see me soon again. Y/N was really a true friend, after all I put her through and even after cursing that damned cruciatus curse to get out of the scriptorium, she still kept up with me and my problems. I should give it to her back somehow. Pleading of liking having friends in my debt, I'm surely forever in her debt.

Speaking of feeling her hug I noticed something different, it felt more softer and wasn't she usually bit closer? Merlin. It is her wider chest, which puts us apart, she definitely didn't had them the last two years, what was she drinking- STOP IT! I shouldn't think so inappropriate about her like that. I love her, as a friend, maybe even like a sister or even like a brother since she acts sometimes like one, maybe it was our influence, tho.

But still I shan't think of her like that, even if she truly grew more mature. Who am I to ask her out? She would be definitely better off with someone like Ominis. I must admit the thought of it feels off. Even if both of them deserved to be happy.

I gently got off of her hug, "We should go to the table, shall we?" She smiled at me with a wide grin as she went forward to the end of the slytherin table. Ominis and I followed her, he placed himself next to her and I sat towards her. Unfortunately Imelda Reyes joined us, placed her gossiping ass right next to me. Merlin help me to survive her annoying being. I always wondered how Y/N can be so friendly with her, but thinking of it since she also has no problem with my sorry ass, it might be even a greater superpower to keep up with difficult people than the thing with ancient magic itself.

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As the three of us sat outside, waiting for the transfiguration class to begin, a sudden dark cloud rain above us. I actually enjoyed the water drops running down my face, but I noticed the couple of Ominis and Y/n moving fast under the stone roof right before the classroom. "Sebastian please join us under the roof before you're getting a cold, my dear." her softly well sounding voice filled with concern rang through my ears and I followed them, like she was a siren calling a sailor of his boat.

"Are you getting cold? Your clothes are soaking wet.", she asked. "Don't worry, I just know the right spell to dry myself up." I used the hot air charm on myself. "That is a nice spell, do you mind drying my clothes too?"

Even tho she wasn't staying long in the rain, her blouse got a bucket or two full water on her and I could see her skin through it- damn it. Feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks and some other part, I also cast that spell towards her and maybe a bit to much than it needed to be. But it even made it worse, since her blouse got more pressed against her, which defined her gorgeous body even more. Merlin. Would she ever think like that of me too?

The class started and we sat- of course she had to sit next to me. It made it somehow worse, I think Ominis could start to tell that I was all over for her.

"Professor Weasley?", I raised my hand. "Ah yes, Mr. Sallow.", as she answered. I asked, "May you excuse me? I need to go to the toilet right now." - "Mr. Sallow the class just started.", she sighed. "But before an accident happeneds you're dismissed."

I stand up slowly hiding something with my cloak as much possible, I needed to go out of here, these thoughts of her wet skin... these silky fabric touching her nice silhouette, where I deeply wished she would want me to touch her- Merlin, since when had I developed such a desire for her?

I went of to a toilet stall, as fast as I shut the door and locked it. I began to unbotton my trousers and grab my little devil, starting to rubbing it. I pictured every inch of Y/n, her lips oh her sweet shaped lips.. imaging her to bite them because she would see something at me she also desired for so long. Her doe eyes which innocently hide her true nature of being a freak in the sheets.. I bet she isn't innocent at all. And Merlin these breast, what I would give to just get another glimpse. I moved my hand faster as I got more and more scenarios of her, like her blouse get lose and I could see her shoulders, she definitely would get aroused and start moaning if I could kiss them until she get bruises, enough bruises so that anyone knows she enjoys me, only me. I pressed my right hand against the door, thinking of how she would loved being pinned at it while her legs would perfect wrap around me, she would scream my name while I thrust my devil inside of her warm, wet witchhood until she can't walk or even say a word anymore. I would love to see her face while she comes, knowing that I could do that to her- "Merlin, Fuck. Y/N!"

I groaned her name a bit too loudly for a public toilet as I came in my hand. I have luck that no one was around. I cleaned myself in exhaustion and walked back to class. Y/N grin at me, when I rejoined the class.

Merlin, stop smiling at me like that again.

#hogwarts legacy #slytherin #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow jealous #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow smut

[loserdiaz]

wip wednesday

tagged by: @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl @messyhairdiaz @prettyboybuckley @spotsandsocks @buddierights @comaboybuck

this is from my therapy fic <33

“Nothing leaves the safe space of this room, by the way. Nothing you can say will shock me or make me think less of you. We’re here for a common purpose, after all." "Which is—?" Buck asks. "Well, that's something you will have to figure out together." Avery tilts her head. "Why don't we start, shall we? Face each other, please. We’re going to begin by reintroducing your energies.” Buck and Eddie remain unmoving. "Ten minutes, let's go." "Guys, come on." Avery chuckles. “Sometimes we become so wrapped up in a routine, we forget to look each other in the eye. When was the last time you had even ten seconds of solid eye contact?” "We look at each other all the time, this is stupid." Buck mumbles, a frown etched on his face and his lips pursed in discontent. "Eddie, come on, do we really need to do this?" There's a beat of silence and then— Fuck it, Eddie thinks. "I think— I think we do." His chest expands on a measured breath; then he lets it out and arranges his big body to face Buck. “Ten minutes?” “Ten is an arbitrary starting point,” Avery says. “There are no time limits or rules within this space. If something feels right, we’ll continue with it.” "Shouldn't we talk about why we're here or something first? I just—" "Just do it, Buck." Eddie's heart hammers in his throat as he faces Buck, their knees bumping as Buck sighs and follows to copy his position. Eddie lifts his gaze to meet Buck's, catastrophic blues locking into warm and hopeful browns. Avery hums in approval, but Eddie barely hears the sound. He barely registers anything other than Buck, Buck, Buck. He has to focus on keeping his breathing even in the path of those damn blue eyes— steady and lost at the same time, a combination that Eddie isn't sure he was expecting. But it's easy. It's easy to sit there and look at Buck and lose himself in the ocean of his gaze. He's always looking at Buck, after all. He looked at Buck when he needed someone to hold on to as a bullet ripped its way through him. He looked at Buck when he gave the man his heart, when he gave him Christopher, and asked him to be gentle. He was looking at Buck when a lightning strike almost took him away from him. He was looking at Buck when the man lay unconscious on a hospital bed and Eddie didn't know if he'd look him in the eyes ever again. He's always looking at Buck, Eddie thinks, like this big magnetic pull that pulls him in. Except— Buck only makes it five seconds in, and then he's looking down at his lap. “What happened?” Eddie asks, trying to not let the hurt and pain show in his voice. (He fails) "Seriously, Buck? You can't even look at me now? And you still say that we're fine?" He rasps out, disbelief and anger and hurt mixing and pooling in his stomach and twisting around his heart. “I don’t know.” "You don't know? What's—?" Eddie shakes his head. "Since when you can't even look at me?"

tagging (no pressure): @cowboy-buddie @elvensorceress @the-likesofus @hippolotamus @fatedbuddie @bekkachaos @dickley-buddie @loveyourownsmiilee @swiftiebuckleys @bigfootsmom @lesbianmaygrant @honestlydarkprincess @alyxmastershipper and anyone else who wants to do it!

#wip wednesday #therapy fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #my wips #my writing

[shanksxbuggy]

PLSOLSPLSSS share more of ur shuggy headcanons the last one was so good that it has been my lil entertainment in the head cuz i cant write for shitttt

Ask and you shall receive c: I didn’t know if my headcanons would be very interesting, so I’m glad to hear you enjoy it.

I started this out thinking hmm do I even have any more headcanons, but now I’ve written all this…

Sometimes I imagine them as cis, but sometimes I like to headcanon them as trans. Shanks as a transman, Buggy as nonbinary or trans or genderfluid or like a drag queen. However they are, they’re hanging with Ivankov and the rest of queer community because they just fit there.

Buggy used to be insecure about his hair and hid it under a beanie. He used to want a more ‘normal’ hair color like the other crewmembers.

Shanks is the better liar when he wants to be. He doesn’t lie as often, but he’s better at controlling and hiding his emotions.

Buggy first became interested in the circus by seeing street performers as a kid, and somehow felt the circus lights calling out to him. His heart longs for the stage, to be at the center of attention before a huge crowd. But he also hates being made fun of and isn’t very good at dealing with criticism. He became inspired to include circus techniques and magician’s tricks in his fighting style, light and airy and impossible to predict.

Buggy didn’t come up with being called the clown, the Marines did. He just begrudgingly went with it.

Shanks is a lot more touchy-feely. He likes casually having an arm around Buggy, having their thighs touching, resting his head on his shoulder. Buggy is generally fine with it in front of people he knows, but he’s not one for overly public displays of affection. He has a reputation to uphold.

After Buggy got his powers, whenever he used to get annoyed or mad at Shanks, he’d detach his body and float away where Shanks couldn’t reach him.

Buggy knows sign language, because it’s useful for subtle communication and even better when you’re someone who can detach their hands.

Shanks used to show his affection by teasing Buggy a lot, who’d take it the wrong way and thought Shanks was just being an ass for no reason to Buggy. It’s classic pigtail-pulling behavior.

Buggy was real upset about not being able to swim anymore, so Shanks promised to take Buggy out into the water whenever he felt like it, so he could experience the seas without fear of drowning.

One of Shanks’ favorite foods is lobster, which is hard for him to eat unless someone cracks open the shell for him. Buggy is always the one who unshells it for him.

Shanks is a morning person, Buggy is more of a night owl who consumes multiple cups of coffee to function.

Shanks doesn’t like sleeping by himself so he shares sleeping quarters with the crew. After Elegia, he started getting nightmares more frequently. Sleeping with a room full of people he can trust helps put him at ease.

When Shanks can’t sleep, he’ll drink a lot of alcohol until he just knocks himself out.

Same as Luffy, Buggy also has the special ability to turn people into allies, just in a slightly different way.

All the Red-Haired Pirates already know about Buggy because of Shanks’ tendency to ramble while he’s drunk. At first they expected Buggy to be this exotic beauty, they were shocked when they found out the love of Shanks’ life was a literal clown. But then again, Shanks always had…questionable tastes, so they should have expected it.

Shanks really loves Buggy’s red lipstick. He especially loves it when Buggy leaves red lipstick marks on his clothes and skin. Buggy does it as a way of staking his claim.

Despite his good looks, Shanks is bad at posing for photos. He’s not the type to try and utilize his looks, so he’s more awkward in photos than in real life. Buggy is the one who knows how to work the camera and loves showing off in front of it.

Shanks definitely isn’t the type to whine or complain about pointless things…except he will with Buggy, just as a way to get his attention or be pampered. Shanks turns into a big, immature baby around Buggy, but it’s because he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Shanks likes summer islands, Buggy prefers winter islands (his nose gets sunburned easily lol)

They used to swap clothes a lot when they were kids. As adults they don’t do it that much anymore, but when they do, usually it’s Buggy stealing Shanks’ things.

Shanks wears the same damn outfit all the time unless someone forces him into something else (usually it’s Buggy who does). Shanks also sleeps naked or just in his underwear most of the time.

Buggy trains Uta in the circus trade and teaches her tricks so she can include them in her performances. The Buggy Pirates and Uta do collaborations on the stage. It’s like an idol concert meets Cirque du Soleil and the result is mind-blowing. Shanks is not talented enough in that area to be an entertainer, but he is their biggest fan.

#one piece headcanons #shuggy #shanks x buggy #buggy x shanks #ask #anon

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Joseph's Girl - Joseph Quinn (One-shot)

Author's Note: This was a request by @0-kxylx-0 to make a second part to the first One-Shot called Death Traps for Joseph Quinn and I have delivered it! I hope it's as good as the first one! Most of it was written late at night!

If someone had told her that she'd become not only a night owl but she'd become friends with people she had only seen through a screen she would undoubtedly be asking if you were drunk. But her life had actually transformed into something…adventurous. Okay, so let's recap her life before, shall we? Y/N Y/L/N, a young woman who used to work a tedious 9-5 office job being so under-appreciation -probably by sexist coworkers and bosses - and during one fateful night of drunken confessions with a friend lands her a job working for Jimmy Fallon on The Tonight Show?! What? Like, not only did that happen but on top of that Y/N had the most unexpected encounter of her life. So, what would you say if you were running late, looking a hot mess, and thinking the world had it out for you on your first day at your dream job? Well, get stuck in an elevator with your celebrity crush while having a panic attack because you're a claustrophobic person only to be comforted by the sweetest angel that wrapped his hands around your heart that you were stuck in. That's right, Y/N would not have thought it real if she hadn't experienced it firsthand because frankly, that is her. Her life, her day, and her dream come true, But even after such a climatic start to her day, the hours were not yet over, and as the young woman downed another cup of lukewarm coffee that probably was the camera man's if she was being honest her body finally felt the ache and need for collapse after such an emotional and grueling sort of events Y/N just wanted to go home. But what she really wanted was for her to go home…well not alone if she could help it. But hey, a fangirl could dream, right? Even if her dream was looking more like a wet dream on legs right about now as his tall frame unfolded itself from the set chairs and shook her boss's hand as they walked off from the bright flashy lights in her direction.

She hummed lightly whenever the pair arrived in her vicinity and she held out a brand new steaming hot cup - in a mug this time - in Jimmy's direction who gratefully took it and sipped at the hot liquid. Running a late-night show was definitely a tiring job and Y/N always admired those who put their minds to it like Jimmy even if she could never fathom where they got that sort of energy. Guess he was just a night person although tonight he seemed a little more tired than usual. Upon meeting up with the girl the two males stopped whatever they were bantering about just to be polite and greet her which she gave a soft but tired smile in return for the simple gesture even when her eyes strayed a little bit longer in Joseph's direction.

"Thanks for coming by on short notice Joseph. It was so great to meet you in person man! I look forward to catching up again soon." Jimmy clapped the man on the shoulder before excusing himself to go talk to his producer who was standing off to the side with some clipboard.

"He's a good guy." both Joseph and Y/N who were staring at Jimmy's retreating back finally returned their attention to one another and he was graced with that pretty little smile of hers.

The young woman had managed sometimes after they had arrived to put herself back together properly and seemed a lot calmer right now if not exhausted altogether. A short pause of silence between them started to feel as if there was nothing left to do but say farewell and be on each other's way but unbestowed to the both of them they did not want to simply say goodbye and leave without the chance of making either an impression or getting the other's numbers. The problem was, the intern assistant girl was not one who was very forward and she had kept everything she could to not fangirl over her crush who stood just a mere foot away from her looking casual with hands in his pockets even when his big puppy eyes seemed to stare deeply into her soul.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she questioned shaking her head. "Are you gauging whether I am sane enough to go into the elevator on my own?" she questioned in a joking manner that caused her companion to laugh and glance away.

"No, I was just looking because you're beautiful." the compliment made the girl flush a bit in surprise unsure of how to answer so she defaulted on humor to cover it up.

"Yeah, now that I'm put together and look like a normal assistant walking around here aye?" she rolled her eyes playfully before watching as Joseph chuckled and scratched at the back of his head as he tried to match her wit.

"You were beautiful before, don't sell yourself short love." he chided before his smile grew a little bit. "And yes, perhaps I was waiting around to see if you were going to brave the lifts again or if you needed me to hold your hand through it just in case."

"Joseph Quinn are you flirting with me?" she dug deep for whatever boldness she could find and blamed it on a long night and sleep deprivation but damn did those red cheeks and shy smile of embarrassment makes her insides flutter with butterflies.

"Depends, is it working?" he asked hopefully as his tongue pressed to his front teeth with a playful glint in his dark eyes.

Oh god, THE Joseph Quinn himself was flirting with HER? Did she die and go to heaven? A subtly pinch to her arm made her wince which she covered up with a little giggle. As far as she had followed on social media, the actor didn't have a girlfriend and people speculated that he could be in fact gay from the many videos and fan-edited clips of interviews he had done with Jamie Campbell Bower - which by the way, the girl was so on that train! - so it came almost as a surprise that he was openly flirting with her. A good kind of surprise though.

"Perhaps…." she replied coyly

"So, you wouldn't be opposed if perhaps you'd be up for a late night dinner?" A brow raised hopefully as he raised a hand to scratch at his stubble. "I know this great joint down the street that makes excellent burgers and milkshakes."

She laughed a little bit knowing exactly what he was talking about and nodded. "I think I can be persuaded to go there. I was feeling a bit peckish myself so burger and shakes sound absolutely divine right now." her laugh was more genuine this time as she pointed over her shoulder. "I'll go grab my stuff and meet you at the elevators." she said turning to leave with parting words. "I might need to cash in that favor of holding your hand for the ride though after last time." and the chuckle he sent her made her swoon as she hurried away to gather her things

~

He had insisted on driving her over to the diner and the car had been nothing but laughter and chatter between the two. They hadn't realized how much they actually had in common despite the fact that Y/N was 5 years younger than Joseph. They got along swell and when they eventually pulled up and went inside the 24/7 diner for a table they were like two peas in a pod. The pair were the only ones inside the diner asides from one trucker sitting alone enjoying a coffee by himself across the way so they were not worried about being spotted and could talk freely. After their food was ordered Y/N turned to find Joseph watching her with this little smile on his face that made her scrunch her nose playfully.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked in amusement.

"I dunno, guess I'm just wondering how perfect you are." the comment made a deep blush creep up her neck to her face.

"I-I'm not perfect Joseph. You already saw me at one of my bad times; not worst mind you but still." she replied embarrassed.

"Nonesense! Everyone is afraid of something; just because your claustrophobic doesn't make you a bad person. I rather like you as a person Y/N…" his smile softened as those big brown eyes gazed at her. "You're very sweet, great taste in music, and have a humorous wit. If I'm being honest I'd probably going to be asking for your number after dinner." he laughed which she joined in.

"And I'd probably be giving it to you. You're actually probably the first celebrity that I've met that's like super cool. Granted, you are the only one that I met but that's beside the point." she joked. "So, let's just say I'm flattered."

"You should be, you're great!" Joseph grinned over the table at her before turning his attention to the waitress as she returned with food and milkshakes for them.

The pair dove right in chatting away between bites and when the bill came Joseph snatched it quickly before she had a chance to see it much to her distaste but he quickly paid and left a nice tip before he was dragging her from the booth and out of the diner with their left over milkshakes in hand. At first Y/N thought perhaps their night was over but instead of dragging her to the car to drive her back he kept on walking down the street down on the sidewalk with her hand firmly grasped in his. Ah, what a romantic she thought. She didn't mind it though as they walked

"So, you mentioned loving my character in Stranger Things; you're one of the Eddie girls huh?" Joseph commented as he walked looking up at the dark sky dotted with pretty stars.

"Oh yeah, totally an Eddie's girl. I love the way you portrayed him. Oddly enough you know something? He's not far off from someone else I know." she commented bumping shoulders with him causing him to smile down at her.

"And for the record….I think I'm more of a Joseph's girl than I am an Eddie's girl. Don't get me wrong I love Eddie but…" she trailed off and looked down at their moving feet shyly. "I think his actor holds a little bit more of a special place in my heart."

"Yeah?" there was a sense of awe behind his tone as he looked down at her making her look back up at him and into those deep brown eyes that seemed to glitter with the starlight that dotted the skies as cheesy as it sounded.

A smile curled her lips as she nodded. "Totally."

He laughed a bit and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to draw her close to his side as they walked along the path to a park. "Joseph's girl…I like the sound of that." he mused as he pressed a light kiss to her temple and the sweet gesture made her flush.

"Whoa now tiger." she joked "What ever happened to asking for my number first?" she teased looking up at him to see his face twist into a playful smirk

"I think we're getting the girl's number went before dinner but we did dinner first so…." his lips puckered lightly in thoughtfulness and Y/N couldn't help it as she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek with a warm smile.

"It's okay, what's the fun in doing things in order hmm?"

"Spontanous. I like it!" Joseph laughed as he suddenly picked the girl up by her waist and spun her around much to her delighted squeal of surprise.

"Since we're doing things out of order tonight love, would you be up for a movie at my place tonight?" a brow raised in question making her look at him in surprise.

"You have a place nearby?"

"Course I do." he chortled but she didn't care because who could say no to that sweet face?

"Yes, I'd love to but only if I choose the movie!" she pointed a playful finger in his direction and he grabbed her hand to pull it closer to his mouth to place a tender kiss on her knuckles.

"As the lady wishes!"

And that my friends, is just how one chance encounter could land you in a whole lot of trouble and fun. So take it from Y/N, take a chance because you never know just where you'll go if you simply speak up folks!

#Joseph Quinn #Joseph Quinn one-shot #joseph Quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn imagine #titlemewickedwonderland

[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

Transpassing

Summary: You're a cradle witch, and there hasn't been one of your kind in centuries. But even the most powerful creatures must know the rules of the universe.

Pairing: Morpheus x Witch!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and abortion. I wrote this as a prequel of must be the season of the witch, but it can be read regardless.

English is not my first language, if you see any mistake, let me know!

Word count: 3092

Craydon, USA, 1698

The forest was strangely quiet that evening. You could hear nor crickets, bats, owls or any other animals, only the cold wind rocking the leaves of the tall trees of Mudwood. The moon shone bright like a silver coin on the dark, cloudless sky, lighting the path to your cottage. 

Odd. Odd evening. Something was in the way, you could sense it. The air was different, somehow; thicker, heavier, with a suffocating sweetness, like snake venom. 

You sighed, crossing your arms with a slight frown. Great day for Sonja to go to town and leave you all alone. You remembered her orders; "there's someone coming to make a request. If I don't get home till then, you must offer your aid". It wasn't the first time you took over a client, but never without her supervision. Not that you were insecure or anything, just… That damn sensation that something was off was getting on your nerves. Shivers have been afflicting your spine for the last hour and, for a brief moment, you wished for Sonja to come back sooner.

Steps agitated the grass, moist with the night dew. You raised your head quickly, seeing the small figure of a girl that looked no older than eighteen coming to your cottage. Must be the one Sonja told me about, you thought, letting your arms loose and trying to look more welcoming. She seemed distressed; dark shadows under her weary dark eyes that avoided yours, arms tightly holding her own body. With a better look on her face under the pale light of the candles, you recognized her. Nancy Plath. Daughter of the magistrate, the youngest of her sisters. She was fifteen, if you remembered correctly; it was rare for such a young girl to look for yours and Sonja's services. That could only mean one thing. 

"I greet you, Nancy Plath. Come inside" you opened the wooden door behind you, letting her through. If she seemed surprised you knew her name, she had not shown. 

She gave you the basket she held, probably containing the required by Sonja as payment. It was often hard for the both of you to travel far to buy provisions, so sometimes you demanded groceries as a token of gratitude. 

"Would you like some tea? Biscuits? Please, have a seat. I don't bite."

She looked at you with an uneasy stare, but sat on the stiff sofa, accepting a cup of tea.

"What’s in this?" She asked timidly, raising her eyes slightly.

"Just plain lavender. For your nerves" you replied with a chuckle. You were used to the mistrust of the locals, even if they were in desperate need of your services. When she seemed embarrassed, you assured her it was all right. "You won't be the first nor the last to be suspicious. And, truth be told, you're not wrong. One can never be too careful."

She nodded, sipping the tea, still seeming uneasy. You waited patiently until she felt safe enough to share the reason for her visit, not rushing her in any way. Clearly, it was something very serious and possibly traumatic. In any case, you weren't in a hurry.

"All I say here shall never be heard by others, right?" She finally inquired after a few minutes, still avoiding your gaze.

You smiled assuredly, nodding.

"Of course not. Your troubles are your own. It concerns no other." You studied her with anticipation.

She sighed, covering her face in her hands, surrendering to violent sobs that made her entire body tremble. Your heart ached a bit, and you couldn't avoid feeling sorry for her. 

"Allow me to help you, Nancy. What can I do to ease your pain?" 

"Are you… are you acquainted with Jonathan Gray?"

You sighed. The Gray lad again, of course. He aimed high this time though, the daughter of the magistrate? What a scandal that would be.

"Many girls that come here have been bringing him up, lately. You seem to be the youngest one yet. Do you wish to tell me what happened?" Even if I already know the answer to that question, you completed mentally. 

"My father threw a dinner party a few months ago, to celebrate my engagement with Peter Marcher. Jonathan Gray is one of his closest friends so, naturally, he was invited. My father and him happened to become close with the share of some values in common, so he started to frequent my house a lot more."

She stopped to gather her breath, cleaning her tears with a brisk wipe of her hand.

"One night, last month, my father invited him to stay for the night, since it was already rather late. He came to my chambers in the middle of the night, and… he forced himself onto me. Since then, I haven't got my blood. I'm ruined!" She covered her face again, her voice raising a few tones. "If it was only the… the act, that could be handled. But a child! He ruined me completely. I cannot have this baby, so one of the maids told me about you. I'll pay as much as you require. And the nightmares…” She grasped her head with both hands. “I'm begging you, just help me."

You instinctively held one of her hands, caressing her with tenderness and bringing her comfort. That poor child. Anger boiled in your chest, as an ocean in your veins. Something ought to be done about the Gray lad. You would take care of it. 

"Fear not, my sister. You shall not be ruined. We will take care of that. As for Jonathan Gray, he will not be a problem for much longer."

Your tone went darker as you mentioned the lad, turning your back to Nancy as you started to gather some herbs to make her a tea to get rid of her problem. 

"Do you have someone you trust to brew these herbs for you? I can deliver you the finished tea, but you would have to come here again to fetch it."

"I can handle it. Coming here once was already difficult. Just tell me what to do."

"Very well." You put the herbs on a glass pot, sealing it tightly. As you gave her the instructions to the tea, she already seemed more hopeful, nodding attentively. 

After thanking you profusely, she turned to leave, but stopped on her tracks, avoiding facing you. 

"What… What will you do to him? To Jonathan?"

You couldn't help but smile darkly, raising your chin with a dangerous look.

"Do not concern yourself with this matter anymore. All shall be dealt with. Blessed be, sister. Go home safe and in peace." You wished, stepping forward to shut the door, alone once more. A wicked little smile decorated your lips. You knew exactly what to do, even though it was one of the deeds that had been strictly forbidden by Sonja.

You would enter the domains of his dreams and make the nasty man pay for his doings.

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You felt your body light as a feather as you laid on the bed, closing your eyes and concentrating. 

"In regna somniorum intrao, Jonathan Gray, somnia tua mea sunt." You repeated the Latin words for in the dream domain I enter, Jonathan Gray, your dreams are mine until you felt your conscience disconnected from your body, a dim image floating on the back of your brain. 

You opened your eyes. The smell of wet dirt filled your nostrils, the warm sunlight bathing your skin. You breathed the clean air of the field, listening to the birds chirping happily. Again, rage made your blood boil. That poor girl was getting nightmares every night, and this foul creature was getting the sweetest of dreams. How was that fair?

You turned around to see Jonathan Gray laying down under a tree, no worries at all, staring at the horizon with a pensive look. You came closer, catching his attention with a seductive smile on your face, stopping right in front of him.

"Well, hello there. What is a pretty thing like you doing all alone here? These are dangerous fields, you know" he cooed, a foul, maleficent smile deforming his already unpleasant features. 

You swallowed your own disgust, smiling wider.

"I've always bathed in this lake, so you're invading my safe place. But… if you wish so…" you began to untie your vestments, walking towards the water. "You may join me."

His eyes widened and, with a large smile, he started to get undressed. 

Once both of you were completely bare, you pulled him by the hand to the warm waters of the dark lake, enjoying how already seduced and under your spell he was. It was perfect. How easy it would be to make sure Jonathan Gray never hurt anyone else. 

"What is your name, my beauty?" He inquired, his hands traveling through your torso.

"You may call me that, in fact. My beauty."

"It certainly suits you." He moaned lightly when you licked his earlobe, biting it. "I simply must have you".

You chuckle slightly, holding his shoulders, your nails scratching the light skin.

"Yes? What would you do to make this happen?"

"Anything. Everything. Whatever you wish, my lady, it shall be yours. I'm your man"

"Indeed you are. Alright then, Jonathan. There is something I want. Would you grant me that wish?

You leaned in to lick his earlobe again, but this time, a snake tongue came out of your lips, the hissing noise startling him.

"My lady?" He inquired, pushing you lightly to look at your face, gasping at the sight of your now crimson eyes and sharp teeth.

"Die, Jonathan Gray" you commanded, and his body was pulled underwater even before he could scream, his lungs filling with the now iced water of the lake.

You didn't have time to rejoice in your doing, though. Everything turned black, the cold void swallowing you whole. You gasped as you looked around, trying to control your nerves.

"You dare to enter my realm uninvited?" A voice echoed through your ears, so loud you frowned a bit, holding your head. The energy and power of the being that addressed you made you instantly be aware of your terrible mistake. "You dare to use the Dreaming to your own affairs?"

As a whiplash jolted your body backwards, you felt yourself fall abruptly in your bed, gasping for air. What the hell was that? What happened?

You were not alone. There was a presence in your cottage, something that made your blood freeze in your veins. You raised your head, sitting back on the bed quickly once you realized a tall, dark haired man stared at you a few feet away. There was a raven on his shoulder, and it cawed, paying attention to you.

"Who are you? I demand you tell me your name!" You tried to look less scared and more frightening than you really were, but your voice betrayed you, crackling slightly. 

The raven haired man stepped closer, looking, if possible, even more pale and menacing with your question, his eyes glowing in the dark. You realized he had blown all your candles. 

"I have an arrangement with your kind, witch" he spit the title as he would do with a curse. His voice was deep, raspy, and you felt as if you'd heard it before, somehow. "The Dreaming is never to be used as a tool for your services, nor should you enter without a proper invitation of its ruler."

A long time ago, Sonja had told you about The Endless, anthropomorphic beings that ruled the domains responsible for the pillars of mankind. She said you were unlikely to ever encounter one of them someday, but they existed, so the witches owed them proper respect. 

Big mistake, Y/n. Huge. You've angered the Dream Lord, one of the most powerful of the Endless.

"I understand my infraction, my lord. However, it didn't seem fair that a creature such as Jonathan Gray should have such lovely dreams while six girls from the village suffer with memories and nightmares caused by him." You tried to humble yourself a bit, but failed miserably, your tone getting slightly arrogant.

The Endless' eyes glowed even more, his voice feeling like daggers in your skin. You tried to control your breathing, the waves of power flowing through your chest, tingling your spine.

"Know your place, or I shall remind it to you" he commanded, chin lifting menacingly. "Are you suggesting how I should rule my own realm?

You hesitated, wanting badly to say yes, but aware of the possible consequences to your audacity. 

"Lord Morpheus." A calm voice echoed through the cottage, and you saw Sonja cross the gateway, putting a large basket on the table and curtsying with elegance to the king of dreams. "Forgive my protégée. She's young and reckless, and only one of them I’m able to correct. As you know, a cradle witch might be a handful in early years." 

"A cradle witch, you say?" He inquired, lifting one of his eyebrows, the most significant facial expression you've seen him display until that moment. "The first in many centuries."

"Indeed. So you understand how crucial she is to my kind, and how erratic they can be. I apologize profoundly for her misdemeanor, and I assure you that will not happen again."

You felt idiotic, as she was talking about a child throwing a tantrum. As if you weren't even there. You felt your temper begin to rise again and, before you could control yourself, you rambled once more.

"Jonathan Gray's been deflowering and violating women for the past months with no punishment, and you expect me to stand still and not defend my sisters in any way I can? Typical of a man, teaming up with your equals, Endless or not…"

You couldn't finish what you were saying, for a hard slap pushed you straight to the floor, blood flowing through your lips. You widen your eyes to Sonja, covering your mouth with your hand. She'd never hit you before.

"Silence, stupid child. Show Lord Morpheus some respect!" She hissed with fury, shocking you. That was the first time she'd ever been hostile. 

A low hiss caught your attention, and your familiar, a black venomous snake called Kyrax, crawled up your body, resting on your neck, a silent warning to Sonja and anyone who dared to hurt you.

"It's okay, Kyrax. I'm fine" you assured, getting up with your legs trembling and shame making your cheeks flushed.

"I admire your passion." an unknown voice made you raise your ashamed gaze, staring at the raven. It spoke! It was a she! Her tone was kinder than anyone's there, and she seemed less likely to scold you and understand your side of the story. "However, there are rules that must be followed, Y/n."

You nodded once, raising your eyes only to her.

"I understand…"

"Jessamy."

"Jessamy. I understand, what I did wasn't right. And I apologize profoundly for it. Nevertheless, there's a young girl in pain and having terrible nightmares for the deeds of others, and I promised to help her. That 's all I want."

"I'll trust you to control your disciple in the future, McTavish." Lord Morpheus addressed to Sonja, nodding once to you. "And I hear your plea. Learn to be more humble on your requests, Y/L/N. I do not wish to come back to delegate you a punishment. As I said before, know your place."

You bit your tongue with so much strength so you wouldn't answer impolitely that you just curtsied with your head low, smiling to Jessamy only, receiving a soft caw in return. For a moment, however, you allowed yourself to take a proper look at the Endless face, parting your lips slightly with how beautiful he was. Now that you were staring at him without fear or your nerves striking in, he seemed to have a light of his own, the eyes that had the glow of a thousand stars, the dark, messy hair, the black attire, the albescent, almost marmoreal-like skin, the heart-shaped pink lips. Ethereal. 

You realized you were staring for too long and lowered your eyes, a bold smirk in your lips. He seemed to fathom your cheekiness, but no expression ever showed. He simply nodded to you, but you could swear on your life you saw one of the corners of his lips slightly rise.

"Until we meet again, Y/L/N." He said in his deep voice and, before you could reply, he disappeared in a cloud of sand.

You turned to face Sonja, who still looked hopelessly mad.

"In my defense, she was fifteen, Sonja." Kyrax was still curled around your neck, eying Sonja with distrust. "Nancy Plath. You know her. She's a sweet girl."

"You were reckless, arrogant, selfish and childish. I'm very disappointed, Y/n."

"Wow, so many adjectives…"

"Hush now, girl! Do you have any idea of the danger we were in? One must never catch the attention of the Endless, have I not told you this many times?"

"You told me once, I must have forgotten." You replied with sarcasm, leaving the other witch paler with rage. "Sonja, I love you. You took care of me all those years, and I'm grateful. Truly."

You stepped in her direction with a menacing expression and a malicious little smirk.

"But touch me again and it will be the last time you'll have hands. Are we understood?"

Sonja raised her chin in an attempt of looking less preoccupied, but she was just a contract witch. You were a cradle one, much more powerful than she would ever be. You could wipe her from existence with a snap of your pretty fingers.

You turned around, going to your room, feeling very important with your threat.

"You should go out and harvest some chamomile, juniper, thyme… even some belladonna, if you must." She cooed in a condescending tone.

You faced her again, annoyed.

"Whatever for?"

"The nightmares you're about to have. The king of dreams and ruler of nightmares is rarely merciful." She smiled with irony.

You clenched your jaw, raising your chin with arrogance before leaving for your room. You wondered if she was right, though. For precaution, you made some spells for a nice night of sleep and drank some of the last remains of the lavender tea, laying down with expectations.

You didn't know about nightmares, but part of you were eager to see the dream lord again.

#morpheus #lord morpheus #sandman #dream #dream of the endless fic #netflix sandman #netflix the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless #the sandman netflix #morpheus headcanons #dream headcanons #morpheus dream #morpheus x y/n #the sandman x you #the sandman imagine #the sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #morpheus x you #dream x you #the sandman fic #the sandman oneshot #morpheus fanfiction #the endless #sandman netflix #tom sturridge #jessamy

[vacantgodling]

sometimes summaries are great but other times a good passage that encapsulates the style, the prose, and major themes of the work is a good hook into if you should get invested into a work or not.

so, i’ve created a wip sampler, like an appetizer tray, in an effort to spark intrigue among my many wips. this goes hand in hand with my wip master list and as i write more for each, prose will appear here to give you a taste!

PARAMOUR (The Fall of Galeré Book I)

“Shall I invite you to a dance?” The stranger asked, sliding behind him. They were taller than Hyacinthus, their shoulders broad yet dwarfed by his own. Familiar black gloves crept like vines up Hyacinthus’s waist, featherlight and not truly grasping but the tease that they could was there. Hyacinthus was thankful that most by now seemed to have lost interest in trying to speak with him, leaving him to focus on what he truly came here for.

Hyacinthus wasn’t sure he cared who saw them at this point.

“The less we are seen the better.” Hyacinthus still said on principle, and he pressed back into the figure, his voice low like the rumble of the tide. “The drawing room in the South Wing I have instructed to be purposefully unoccupied. We rendezvous there.”

“Then consider this adieu,” The stranger breathed against his neck. “Until we soon meet again.”

CAGE

“Fuck. Off.” Cassidy growled so deep in the back of his throat that not only did he startle himself. but the glassy look in Hanzo’s eyes shattered. Suddenly he was staring into an abyss of deep brown-black eyes, near doe-like if it weren’t for their severe slant. His ears and nose were still red, red, red. And so was the blood beginning to form on the front of his too thin coat, which is what finally spurred Cassidy to take matters into his own hands.

“I ain’t havin’ yer goddamn blood on my hands Shimada. So you can shut tha fuck up with that self-sacrificin’ bullshit.”

DONUT WIP

It flashed by the mirror so quickly; but I remember seeing so vividly. In the mirror behind us, when I chanced a peek again, instead of our reflection I saw the looming walls of a darkened hallway. An exit sign leered over a steep drop of stairs, providing the only light source other than the lone sconces above each individual door. It wasn’t a hallway I recognized—nothing about it was familiar, and none of the doors looked distinct enough to tell me where it was, or why I should be seeing it. But if I continued to peer into that mirror, I saw a cream colored cat padding towards the exit sign. With each door it passed, the light above each door flickered off, until the only light left was the light of the exit sign. But the cat was wrong; everything was wrong. It’s tail was crooked and bent unnaturally to one side, and somehow I knew it was watching me.

When it finally reached those far off stairs, it stopped. It sat down on its haunches, its back facing me, but then its head slowly began to turn. All the way around. Until it was 180 degrees, like an owl, staring straight at me. Despite the distance, I could make out every detail of its swirling red and black eyes. The cat’s mouth began to move in a way too reminiscent of human speech, but its razor sharp teeth made it a horrifying image. Its voice slithered in my head, deep like the bowels of the Earth.

“Not now, Julissa. But soon.”

NOI, ALONE

“Do you… Know what happened?”

“I don’t.” Noi’s answer was the blunt edge of a knife, and they felt bad that they’d responded so quickly. The small shimmer of hope they saw in Juvia’s eyes fell. “I don’t think anyone knows, actually.” Noi continued, and Juvia just nodded. “I looked over the coroner’s report as many times as I could—”

“You’ve seen the coroner’s report?” Noi glanced up at Juvia and found the woman to be a bit abashed at her sudden outburst. Before she could get it out, Noi held up a hand. “No need to apologize. They haven’t released it to the public, yet.” Noi left out how they’d snuck into the police station to steal it, but Juvia could read through the lines, they were sure. “I can send it to you, if you’d like, but it doesn’t clear up much, I’m afraid.”

“Please.” Juvia’s voice once again fell to a whisper. “I have a burner email you can send it to. Even if it doesn’t help much I…”

“Still want to know. I understand.” Noi’s fingers flew across their keyboard. “What’s your email?”

JENNA THE REAPER

Jenna continued to stare straight ahead, but the way she pulled at the hem of her gray skirt didn’t go unnoticed. “Don’t know too much about it myself. Mother says Reapers hate witches.”

“Huh. I don’t see how they’re too different.”

“Whenever I asked Mother before she got very… closed up. I stopped asking.” Well, that settled it then. If Kashmira didn’t tell Jenna, who she usually indulged in anything her curious heart desired, she either truly didn’t know… or Jenna wouldn’t like the answer— which is what Carlos suspected to be the real reason. It had to be, and Jenna didn’t tell him. Or couldn’t. She kept fidgeting in her seat— and usually Jenna was unnervingly still.

Whatever Reapers were… he hoped they never ran into them. But surely, they wouldn’t have an interest in a sleepy town like this… right?

VAMPIRES DON’T TAKE ROADTRIPS

I was lost in thought when a person appeared in my field of vision — the middle of the road — and I slammed on the brakes in a nick of time. Barely. It jolted Olice from her haze and I laid the horn on thick. I leaned my head out of the window.

“Hey! Watch it asshole!” I shouted. The person was a man, tall, broad, nearly cleared the car on foot alone. I couldn’t see his eyes, which were obscured by a wide brimmed hat, but I could see the wavy white hair that tumbled down his back like some untamed beast. In the middle of traffic he stood still as a statue, even when I laid on the horn again, he didn’t budge. The taxi in front of us jolted forward. “Hey fuck you kid!” The taxi driver leaned out of his window. “Ain’t nowhere to fucking go!”

“Dude, I’m not honking at you! I’m honking at this fucker who—“ I cut myself off; when I went to point the man was no longer there, seeming to have vanished into thin air. “—Where the fuck…?” I whipped my head left, right. The man that I nearly crashed into was nowhere to be seen.

#wip sampler #ren writing #writeblr #wip intro

[jomiddlemarch]

The shapes a bright container can contain!

V. “I really don’t know what to say,” Hermione said, undercutting herself in a way he would not point out. Not now, anyway. He might be more worried that he’d gotten the bedroom dead wrong and not dead to rights except for the curve of her lips, the brightness in her dark eyes.

“It’s adequate, then?” Draco replied. “You have everything you need?”

“You’ve gone so far beyond need it’s almost funny. It’s what I would have said I wanted most, if I allowed myself to want something the most, when it came to my bedroom,” she said.

Again, he exercised the utmost self-restraint and refrained from commenting on how heart-breaking her remark was and how devastating it was to hear her talk about wanting and the bedroom in the context of permission. 

“We can alter the pillows and the mattress if they’re too soft,” he said. The bed was wide and downy, piled with pillows, dressed with soft white linen and thick cashmere blankets and a quilted silk coverlet the color of a wood-violet. “It should be warm enough without the bed-curtains, but they’re cozy in the winter and I imagined sometimes, you might want a retreat—”

“This whole place is a retreat,” she said. “And cozy isn’t exactly the word I would have chosen for silk-embroidered velvet hangings, but it’s beautiful. Very beautiful.”

Like you, he did not say. 

“What would you have chosen?”

“Sumptuous, I think. And the view is glorious and the bathtub is divine,” she said. “Shall I go on?”

“You don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything here, except be comfortable and satisfied. You’re to do just as you please,” he said.

“I’m not sure I’m very good at that,” she said. He laughed.

“I know you’re not. I plan to nudge you in the right direction,” he said. 

“Nudge?”

“I’m Slytherin. I’m meant to be subtle. If the situation calls for it, I imagine I’ll give you a shove, metaphorically speaking,” he said. “You’re so unused to it, you may need something less nuanced. More obvious.”

“I can’t help feeling insulted. You make me sound like a hippogriff,” she said.

“I should say it’s the Gryffindor in you. And the fact that you’ve spent most of your life looking to be useful or pleasing to other people, willing to sacrifice your own needs and desires at the flick of an owl’s wing,” he said.

“Muggles say ‘at the drop of a hat,’” she remarked.

“Wizards don’t drop hats. Leviosa, right? I believe you’re well acquainted with that spell,” he replied.

“Merlin, I was a pompous little bossy-boots, wasn’t I?” she said with a wry smile. She’d relaxed with the repartee after tensing up approaching the bed. There’d been no two ways about it—he was taking her on a tour of the house, he had to show her the bedroom because not showing it would be equally as odd, perhaps even more so. At least that’s what he told himself, while studiously avoiding considering how it would feel if she asked questions about the bed linens and he had to make explicit the fact that he’d chosen them all. They both knew but it was easier if they didn’t have to talk about it.

“Only terribly clever and I think nervous,” he said. “Quite frankly, speaking as a parent, I’m not sure how you managed. It was hard enough for Scorpius and he was born into this world and I started teaching at Hogwarts his second year, but we already had the house nearby. You were left to your own devices—”

“I wasn’t the only Muggleborn,” she said.

“But you fell in with a Pureblood and the savior of the Wizarding World,” Draco replied.

“I didn’t fit in before I got to Hogwarts. The only difference was the magic,” Hermione said.

“And the fact that a bloody maniacal monster wanted to take over the world and eradicate you and everyone like you,” he said.

“So, as I said, the only difference was the magic,” she repeated. He laughed, because he had to and she wanted him to, and then they were quiet for a moment, letting dust motes glitter in the sunlight.

“You don’t have to do that, make light of things. You don’t have to talk to me about them, but if you do, you don’t have to joke about it,” he said. She gave him an inquisitive look, one he remembered being sharper, but seeing it at all cheered him. “You don’t need to protect me. I’m an adult—”

“It doesn’t help to be treated as a child, being looked after,” she said.

“I won’t. I don’t see you that way. But you’re not responsible for me, you don’t owe me anything beyond the general civility you’d give anyone else,” he said.

“I won’t stay here if you’re going to lie to me,” she said, startling him. “Of course, I’m responsible for more than I’d give a stranger. We don’t live in the past but it’s still part of us, haven’t you been making that point? You asked me, begged me to let you look after me, because of who we’ve been to each other, so we’re not polite strangers. We’re standing in my bedroom and you picked out everything in it. You probably made the bed by hand. I don’t know exactly what we are, but there’s no general civility about it.”

“You’re right. I only meant, you don’t have to use humor to deflect, to make me comfortable,” he said.

She chuckled, very softly, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“No one else has seen it that way,” she said.

“No one else noticed you used humor as a way to keep them at a distance?” he said.

“No one else thought I was funny,” she said.

#dramione #hermione x draco #draco x hermione #fluff #comfort fic #still on the house tour #romance #hogwarts professors #widower!Draco #trip down memory lane

[spotsandsocks]

Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @prince-buck-diaz and @buddierights thank you and I loved your snippets here’s mine and lets not pretend I’m aiming for seven shall we …

Author!Buck has a bit of an anxiety problem. Someone give him a hug. Also I have been fiddling with this all day so you might as well have the fruits of my labour - can’t promise it won’t change again!

It’s not exactly the first time he’s felt like this, he’s fully aware of what he needs to do help but he can’t exactly exercise right now which is his usual go to when the anxiety and self doubt get this bad. He’d tried listening to a podcast and when that hadn’t distracted him he’d moved onto a word game on his phone, which also hadn’t worked so now he’s pacing.

Despite his efforts the feeling is getting worse, he tries adding his breathing techniques but his stomach continues to do it’s nauseating flips.

Casting a slightly desperate look towards the door Buck wonders if Maddie will be back soon, she’s good at calming him down, has been ever since he was a kid. It's stupid getting worked up like this, you’d think his recent successes would have made his anxiety better but if anything he just worries more. He worries that people will suddenly see through him, realise he’s got no talent, that everyone will hate his next book or his new characters. That he’ll be blasted on-line for the way he ends the story. Mostly he worries that everything he’s worked so hard for will suddenly vanish overnight because he makes a stupid mistake one day and then he’ll really be the failure his parents always thought he was.

His feet stop, eyes close. Three deep breaths calm him a little; he’s being ridiculous he knows he is but it’s hard not to feel how he feels. Buck still finds this change in his fortunes surreal, sometimes he just can’t believe that Bobby's suggestion that he move to writing children’s books instead of the spy thrillers he’d been trying to perfect had worked out so well.

Tagging @alyxmastershipper @rogerzsteven @fiona-fififi @shortsighted-owl @cowboy-buddie @thekristen999 @panbuckley @elvensorceress @hippolotamus @monsterrae1 @heartbeatdiaz @littlebitofdiaz @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @the-likesofus @bekkachaos @ronordmann @megsvstheworld @jobairdxx @spaceprincessem @like-the-rest-of-la and anyone else where wants to share a variable number of sentences

#author!buck #buddie wip #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #buddie fic #sentences on a Sunday #you get however many you get #911 fic #911fic #911 on fox #buddie

[spaceprincessem]

wip wednesday

thank you @shortsighted-owl for the tag! i’m sneaking in here before the day is over with some more of the buddie support group fic au (angst again because well hehehe)

He has this recurring dream about Shannon sometimes. 

The hospital walls are bare and cold and the hallway never ending as he walks down the faded teal tiled floor. There’s only one door, a blank slate of metal that’s a little grating on the eyes in the bright light. His heart is in his throat as he slides his hand along the handle, slowly pushing it open like something will jump out at him. Nothing ever does because he knows everything behind this door will never move of its own free will ever again. The yellow floral printed shirt always catches his attention first. A thrift store find that made Shannon smile (Eddie this is why you go to the rich neighborhood thrift shops) as she twirled around in it while wearing Eddie’s sweatpants back in their apartment in Texas. She was three months pregnant then. As soon as he was out of the hospital the plastic bag filled with her ruined, blood stained shirt in hand, he threw it in the first dumpster he found. He couldn’t bear to look at it for a moment longer. Maybe that’s why it still haunts his fucking nightmares.

He spots the shirt and the rest is the endless loop of being stuck in a room with his dead wife’s blank eyes staring up at him almost accusingly. And as he’s about to bolt for the door it melts into the wall and he’s left to bang his fist in the plaster as Shannon’s voice, harsh and otherworldly, whispers; You cursed me Eddie Diaz.

He doesn’t have that dream much anymore. Not since he’s started seeing Frank, but when he does it takes all of his will power not to wake up screaming. 

“What made this one different from the last?” Frank asks, peering up at him with a steady gaze that settles just the smallest bit of nerves in Eddie’s chest.

“I’ve told you about this dream before,” Eddie starts. He needs to swallow a few times, his mouth dry, before he gives up and takes a sip of room temperature water from the glass Frank gave him nearly twenty minutes ago. It tastes like dust and the smell of potpourri. “But, this time Shannon wasn’t the only one in the room.”

“Who else was on the table?” 

Eddie suspects Frank might have a good guess to that answer, but he waits for Eddie to find his words, or maybe his bravery, to speak.

The name hurts on the way out as he whispers, “Buck.”

it’s late but i shall tag @outtoshatter @ajunerose and anyone else that wants to participate!

#buddie #911 fox

[roughtimeminicomics]

Transformiam Guardians of the Multiverse

[This is very much a GAG Au, but the ideas and stories (and MAYBE designs) are things I really do want to explore in future stories and concepts so bare with me here.]

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In the earliest days of the 13 Original Primes, they discovered… the Multiverse, and all the variants and variables that it brought. And thus the Transformers multiverse has been powering along. 

But what no one knows is that they discovered more than just ONE multiverse… they found thousands, millions, billions… countless more. They discovered the Omniverse. And thanks to their great power, they foresaw all the dangers, the troubles, and the evil that would spout from them. Including threats to their respective multiverses… and even the Omniverse itself. 

So they decided to create a group of Cybertronians to guard every multiverse, taking root in an almost unaltered timeline, now only altered with the addition of a sleeping Cybertronian. 

These guardians would take multiple forms. Titans, Primes, Maximals, Predacons, Autobots, Decepticons, almost every variant of Cybertronian would become some form of Guardian. But all would have only one main priority… the protection of their Multiverses.

Let’s meet a few shall we? —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Name: Titanous Collectious. Multiverse Stationed: The Owl House Class: Titan Alt Mode: Owl House Titan Weapon(s): Cybertronian-Titan Speech Hybrid Glyphs, Great Sword Personality: Collected, Calm, Wise, Understanding, Blunt Current Location: Near the Boiling Isles, hidden under a massive island.

Name: Frogbite Multiverse Stationed: Amphibia Class: Decepticon Alt Mode:King Darius’s Battle Mech (But colorful!) Weapon(s): Arm Cannons, Battle Ax, hand made Calamity Cannon Personality: Snarky, Creative, Easily Tempered, Hyper Current Location: In the first of the temples used to power the Calamity Gems.

Name: Zillion Multiverse Stationed: Star Wars Class: Maximal Alt Mode: The Zillo Beast Weapon(s): Shock Cannon, Elastic Arms, Eye Beams, Energy Shields Personality: Serious, Scary, Cold, Caring Current Location: Under the waves of Kamino.

Name: Butcher Multiverse Stationed: The Pirates of the Caribbean Class: Autobot Alt Mode: British Navy warship Weapon(s): Gatling Gun, Energon Cutlass, Trident Personality: Silly, Out of it sometimes, Witty, Intelligent, Cunning Current Location: Hidden in the Bermuda Triangle.

Name: Victor Prime Multiverse Stationed: MARVEL Class: Prime Alt Mode: The Quinjet Weapon(s): Bow and Arrow, Hand Blasters Personality: Tired, Calm, Understanding, Witty, Intelligent Current Location: Under the old Stark Tower.

Once again, this just for funzies. BUUUUT I may use this idea or at least the characters in the future.

#star wars #marvel #owl house #amphibia #pirates of the caribbean #crossover #transformers #the 13 original primes #au #au concept #au concepts

[moongurl95]

Chapter 7 – Welcome to Hogsmeade

“Accio!”

Beatrice summoned a flying Field Page towards her as she walked through the West of Hogsmeade, and while she would have preferred to try casting non-verbally again just to avoid the curious glances of some of the village’s residents, she’d rather not accidentally summon a wandering owl straight to her face. Additionally, there was also the matter of distance and weight to consider when using this particular ‘Force spell’— she was actually hoping to work on the ability to throw heavier objects around as a means of defense when push goes to shove— but there was the matter of her current wand starting to prove uncooperative when casting even the simpler spells.

She wrinkled her nose as she looked down at her Field Guide, seems like the remaining pages of the 55 it indicated was going to have to wait until she had all the time to spend in exploring the magical village. The tiny beads that decorated her small drawstring bag jangled as she tucked it away in her robes, along with her Field Guide, as Beatrice now made way for the last stop in her list.

“Try to dodge away from trouble, if you ever find yourself in one.”

Andrew’s whispered words on her way to Hogsmeade, now rang as a warning in her mind as she stopped just outside of Ollivanders’, the quaint shop’s windows reflecting back an image of her— robes that looked a tad too big, and her mousy brown hair framing eyes that only ever made her Nana look at her forlornly, if not sometimes just a bit accusatory— She grasped the door’s handle to keep herself from falling further into self-deprecation, welcomed by a bell’s lively jingle to signal her entry.

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“Merlin’s. Blooming. Beard. Not again.”

Gerbold Ollivander muttered to himself as he took stock of his raw wand materials from his shop’s backroom, his suppliers were definitely finding it harder to travel in-between hamlets these days, but these wands won’t make or repair themselves, would they? Gathering several of the wand boxes in his arms, he then heard the telltale chime announcing a customer, “I’ll be right with—” Planning to pop out and quickly declare he’d just take a moment to organize the boxes he held, Ollivander stopped short as he took a good look at the student that peered back at him curiously. Not just any student, but the new fifth-year Professor Matilda Weasley had owled him about earlier this morning, “Ah! It’s you! Um, just a moment, please.” He quickly dropped the wand boxes in his backroom for later, choosing to focus first on the curious case in front of him as he stepped out.

“Hello sir. I’m looking for—”

“For a new wand, yes. It’s about time.” Brushing at the countertop, he tried to remember the details Matilda had provided him regarding a certain Beatrice Hayes and the otherwise mysterious circumstances relating to her admittance at Hogwarts at a later age.

“Yes, I— about time?” The new student that stared back owlishly at him did strike a familiar pair of eyes, he just couldn’t quite put his finger on who… He remembered the detail of her being a Muggle-born though, it usually helped in providing a couple wood wand choices he’d deemed compatible to match with its new owner.

“Well, you’re our new fifth-year student, are you not? Oh, what am I saying? Of course you are. Gerbold Ollivander’s the name! But, of course, you’ll have heard of the Ollivanders. I’m sure. Finest wandmakers in the world. It’s a pleasure to meet you, truly.” He offered both hands to greet the curious, young witch, knowing that blood status wasn’t everything and that he was determined to find a match to the spark of magic he’d felt from Beatrice’s grasp, “Now, come with me. Let’s find you the perfect wand, shall we?”

He surmised she might need something to match her obvious eagerness for wielding magic, and he might have had the perfect wand in mind, “Hmmmmm. No, no, no, not you— Ah, yes— yes. Powerful core, ten and a half inches— you might do.” Hovering his hand over the box he knew held a Sycamore wand, he then offered it to Beatrice, “Here, give this one a try.”

Watching her pull out a gold-rimmed wand, he then interjected upon seeing Beatrice only hold onto it awkwardly as she smiled in a way of expecting something to fall into place.

“Go ahead, give it a swish!”

And while the measly spark that followed perturbed Ollivander, he thought this merely a fluke as the Phoenix core the wand held had already spent a while in his shop since it could find its chosen owner.

“Hm, how odd though… Once more. Come on, really swish it.”

By the time the wand flew out of Beatrice’s hand and proceeded to errantly leave sparks of magic in his shop, did he finally relent that this was a Phoenix yet to be tamed by its rightful owner.

“Oh, dear. Well this isn’t a good match at all, is it?” He awkwardly laughed as he gingerly placed the box back in its shelf, assuring Beatrice, “We’ll find you something. Not to worry.” Surmising he needed to look for something directly relating to this mysterious student, he remembered about the dragon attack he’d caught in whispers from the townsfolks regarding a Minister’s supposed death yesterday on a trip to Hogwarts. Although Ollivander had yet to receive an owl from his old friend, Eleazar, to know more about the incident’s details, Professor Weasley had hinted on the rather interesting arrival of this new student in his presence. Surely a perilous journey like that would be enough to last a lifetime, so perhaps…

“Hmm— no, not you… Ah, perhaps— yes— a rare wood. 13 ¾ inches, dragon heartstring.” Mr. Ollivander looked at the box he’d pulled before glancing at the new student in front of him, seemingly deciding it would be a more compatible match than the first, “Let’s give this one a try.”

And although Beatrice now seemed hesitant to pull out the bulkier wand from its box, she still gave a decisive nod towards Ollivander before swishing, “Ah!— Oh! Oh, my— Oh goodness. Looks like it’s back to the shelf for you.” Despite the shop owner’s surprised exclamations, Ollivander noticed that the Fir wand had only flew out Beatrice’s hands with minimal errant sparks of magic. He now at least had the wand’s core right this time.

“Though this is proving to be trickier than I had anticipated. How perplexing.” He’d thought back to how Beatrice had quite the grip during their handshake— someone ready for a duel in the face of danger— he’d deduced, and Ollivander knew of only one wand he had produced with a dragon heartstring, “Where are you? Perhaps you— Ah. There you are.”

He summoned a rather dusty box in the upper shelves, “Yes, I think you might be the one. Here, take it.” While not as fancifully decorated than the previous two, Ollivander highly-prized the Aspen wood for its stylish resemblance to ivory, “What do you think?”

Watching with bated breath as Beatrice held the wand in her hand, she had only just raised it when the tip glowed a blinding white, surrounding the enclosed shop in a gust of warm air that made Ollivander himself gasp in giddy wonder, “Extraordinary. Another wand, another beginning of a bright and magical future!” It also wasn’t every day that he’d get to witness such a curious show of compatibility between a wand and its found owner, “Now, how did that feel?”

“Good— different. I sensed a sort of surge of some kind.” Ollivander noted the unsure tone in Beatrice answer and made to assuage her, “A match. Your connection seemed particularly powerful. The right wand will learn from you just as you learn from it.”

“I’m eager to try it out.”

“I would imagine so. A wand with a dragon heartstring core is capable of dazzling magic. And the bond between you and your wand should only grow stronger. Do not be surprised at your new wand’s ability to perceive your intentions— particularly in a moment of need.”

“That sounds wonderful, Mr. Ollivander. Speaking of which, I think it’s only right I return my second-hand wand back in your care, sir.”

“Oh?” How intriguing, Ollivander had thought as he motioned for Beatrice to place the second-hand wand in the now empty box that previously contained her new wand. Though upon further inspection, he couldn’t help exclaim, “A Yew wand! Proven to be quite the fierce protector of others in its care. Had Professor Fig told you whom its previous owner was?” Ollivander asked off-handedly as he now held the wand closely to study it.

“I’m afraid not, sir. He only told me it was lent from Ollivanders’. I— was hoping you’d know? It has served me well during my introduction to Magic under Professor Fig’s mentorship…”

Curious, indeed. Ollivander now looked towards the young girl, thinking on how to gently break her the news of the original wand owner’s possible fate, “Judging from the Unicorn hair core this wand contains, it came from a time when I was still apprenticing in this very shop under my father. I’m afraid I’d have to further look into it, if you’re keen to know more?”

“Oh. I don’t mean to leave any more work than you already have, sir. I’ll just have to notify Professor Fig that I’ve already returned the wand you’ve lent me.” Ollivander could only watch Beatrice smile with a hint of disappointment at not having her curiosity sated.

“Of course, I’ll let you get to it. Do come and see me again if ever I can be of further assistance.”

He silently watched as the door signaled Beatrice’s exit, disappointment or not, he still had to confirm with Eleazar how in Merlin’s name he came into possession of their dear missing friend’s wand.

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“Well, that’s everything. Better go and find Sebastian.” Beatrice thought to herself as she headed towards the town circle, still in a bit of a daze from the ordeal she’d experienced at the infamous wandmaker’s shop. Walking slowly, she palmed her new wand’s rough wooden surface— so unlike her previous one with its smooth wand handle and darker glean— this one gave off an ivory sheen from its crooked sides, evoking a bittersweet remembrance from her before Beatrice frowned at remembering the ancient whispers she seemingly heard upon taking hold of a wand that supposedly chose her as its owner.

She doubted Mr. Ollivander saw the glow that surrounded her for a moment back at the shop, but the steady built of power she was feeling earlier in the day also thankfully dissipated along with the surge of energy she’d felt. Right now, she felt practically weightless.

Spying a flying page that was most likely part of her Field Guide gliding down a discreet set of wooden stairs off the side of the busy streets of Hogsmeade, Beatrice had only just pointed her wand in its direction when it immediately went flying straight back at her! She only had seconds to shield herself with the hardbound as the page slotted itself right in. This only made her stare in disbelief at the wand she held before choosing to gingerly pocket it.

Beatrice was still shaking her head in wonder, sure of the fact she hadn’t even thought of the non-verbal summoning charm yet when her wand took its own initiative… She was still in the process of wrapping her head around what she’d just witnessed when she took note that Sebastian wasn’t anywhere near the town circle he said they’d meet. Though it didn’t take her too long in deciding to wait around, as a delightful collection of sweet scents drafted her way. Enticed, she let her feet lead the way towards a shop called Honeydukes, a quick Revelio confirmed that this establishment was the source of the sweet scents as Beatrice spied the colorful produce displayed. A grin slowly spread on her face as she proceeded inside, after all, it didn’t hurt to purchase something of a more guilty pleasure.

next chapter ⤜⤏

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #hl mc #hl oc #beatrice hayes #hogwarts legacy characters #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian x mc x ominis #ominis x oc #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy fanfic #writing in progress

[roohuh]

A Brother Incarcerated

Professor Sharp x MC

Part two of Piercing Eyes

Summary: Rosie writes to her brother in Azkaban.

Warnings: hopeless situation

Dearest John,

I was told you can not receive letters in Azakaban, however I am hoping against hope that they reach you. I was told you killed Chris then they whisked you away, but I just can not believe it. You would never do that, if anyone would speak with me I would tell them that. The two of you were closer than just brothers by law. I am relentlessly sending owls as of late. Eventually someone will help us and we will get you home. I miss you. With you and Chris gone, Penny and I are all alone. It is hard, but we are keeping the place in tip top shape awaiting your return.

With Love Your Big sister Rosie

Dearest John,

I am once again writing in desperate hopes these letters reach you. I am starved for adult interaction. So far as to talk to the strangest man I have ever met outside of J. Pippins. He had the most piercing eyes, I must say he made me feel quite uneasy but there seemed to be a tenderness to him, it was hard to explain. Penny misses you. She has grown to be quite the little babbler with new words popping up every day. Just the other day I heard her say kitty while chasing down the poor cat. Everything farm wise is going well besides Logan being pushy. That man will not back down in life or business; he propositioned that we wed and join the two businesses into one. Could you imagine the shock on his face when I turned him down? Such an arrogant man. I would keep the farm just the way Chis left it.

With Love your Big Sister Rosie

Dearest John,

I miss you everyday that goes by; I worry dreadfully for you. I hope there is some ray of sunshine in your world which brings you some sort of solace. If you lose hope do not worry I will keep it up for the both of us. I have reached someone at the ministry and have been permitted to write someone higher up an owl, to plead our case. I am almost finished drafting the letter, I will send it tonight. Penny is growing and the farm is well. I think I have made a sort of friend in the fellow with the piercing eyes as he has begun buying fluxweed from me. He is very polite and kind, never haggling with me as others will. He has this seriousness about him that I can not help but giggle at. I enjoy his company but miss you. We will bring you home.

With Love your Big Sister Rosie

My Dearest John,

I have made an most exciting discovery. Perry Pippin has informed me that my new friend, Mr. Sharp, used to work for the ministry. He is coming by the farm sometime in the next few days to pick up some supplies and I am going to ask him if he will help out with the case! I will not let him say no and shall keep you updated of course. I can not write much today as Penny is being entirely too quiet for anything good to come of it so I must be done now but all my love to you

Your Big Sister Rosie

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I hope you enjoy the new series! I am going to let Obliviate simmer for a while then go back edit and finish. In the mean time this is what I am going to be working on! Love anyone who reads!! ❤️❤️❤️

#hogwarts legacy #fanfic #harry potter hogwarts game #professor sharp #professor sharp x reader

[evolutionsvoid]

The Flatwoods Phantom is a nocturnal creature, floating through the darkened forest once the sun sets. While its other brethren are used to an aquatic lifestyle, this species has chosen a more terrestrial life. Despite this, they still hold many of the same behaviors, including movement. Though they are not submerged in water, a gas-filled mantle allows them to float through the air, still allowing them to "swim" like they used to. The undulation of its fins and the movements of its webbed tentacles help propel it through the air and keep it properly balanced. When speed is required, they lay their bodies parallel to the ground and use blasts of gas to shoot themselves through the forest. However, when startled or cornered, they go for intimidation, reorienting themselves to "stand tall." With their bodies pointed straight up and their chambers filled with gas, they can appear rather large and terrifying. Add to that the flashing of bioluminescent patterns, and it gives the impression of a tall cloaked figure. If this is not enough to scare away predators, they expel their gas in thick clouds (similar to the shooting of ink in other cephalopods). This gas is known for its horrid smell and irritating nature. People have described it as "blinding" and "stinging" as it gets into the eyes, nose and mouth. Combined with its foul odor, it tends to induce nausea and vomiting, giving the phantom plenty of time to escape. It comes out at night to feed, going after insects and small animals. They tend to keep their coloration dark, hiding in the night until they are close to prey. Once the time is right, their webbed tendrils open wide and trap the prey within. A tight grip and sharp beak makes short work of those caught in the shroud. When food hides in tighter spaces, they use two feeding tentacles to reach in and pull them out. Sharp hooks on the end are good for spearing, and if the prey remains locked in place, a quick blast of gas can force them to vacate. These same feeding tentacles are also used for grooming and anchoring if the weather gets rough. When the sun begins to rise, they retreat into hollow trees, their squishy bodies collapsing to let them slip into small holes and openings. There they shall wait until the night returns. Due to them occupying these empty trees, it is advised not to probe these cavities in fear of agitating a phantom (or any other resident). If threatened in this way, they will blast out more of their noxious gas, driving the intruders away.         ----------------------------------------------------------

“Flatwoods Phantom (Squid)”

I swear, sometimes I just got to do everything around here. People get to gabbing about the Flatwoods monster and what it is, and all that comes out is foolishness! It's an alien! A reptilian! A robot! An owl! Bah! Rubbish and nonsense! Has anyone bothered to truly use their brains? No, of course not, so it comes down to the expert to once again to clear things up! Obviously we are dealing with a nocturnal terrestrial squid who has filled their mantle cavity with a gas to help it float, the same gas they can expel to ward off foes! The rest is simple coloration and patterns to scare predators! There! See? Simple explanation to everything! At this rate you folks are going to be saying that the Fresno nightcrawlers aren't giant inchworms that use their highly arched backs to create a tall silhouette for intimidation! Har!

All jokes aside, I was originally going to put this in the ol' fantasy world, but I am not quite sure on adding alien-inspired beasts. I know it is a silly reason, but something just feels off about it. Not sure. May change my mind in the future.

#flatwoods monster #squid #cephalopod #monster #creature #art #drawing #alien