I know it’s controversial, but I truly believe that if we get Hilda’s dad in s3, it’s going to be the Bellkeeper. MK showed that Hilda is interested in having a dad/learning about her bio dad, and it doesn’t really make sense within the context and vibe of the show to introduce a whole new character for that purpose.
Also, the Bellkeeper is literally the only other character in the show we’ve seen with naturally blue hair as I would assume the witches dye theirs. Also, he looks to have an anti-authority streak (not unlike Hilda), likes cucumber sandwiches, and likely knows Jo in some manner, going off of that scene where he sees Hilda reunite with her. I mean, there looks to be recognition when he sees Jo, so.
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Snippet for my hand's at risk, I fold (Ocean eleven, twelve, thirteen AU)
If Regulus was told 3 months ago that he was going to be in the middle of this mess he would have laughed. It wouldn’t have been that short in disbelief laugh - no, it would have been a belly laugh that came from the pit of his stomach. He just never expected to currently be sitting in a cell in a basement of this casino.
This was not part of the plan. The perfect plan they constructed with every possibility except this one.
3 months earlier
Barty felt the sun prickling his skin, he looked up shielding his eyes. He glanced around and took in the desert. It was hot, almost unbearable but he was finally out of that hell hole. It had taken almost three years of good behavior and cooperation for them to finally let him out on parole.
“Crouch, you know that parole is a privilege, and that privilege could be revoked if you get into any mess outside.”
Barty snorted, leaning back crossing his arms. “Of course, I do. I told you John, I am fully intended to be a model citizen and not get into more shit. I wanna get an honest job, and probably have a family soon.”
And he fully intended for that to be true. Get an honest job, maybe a family - that’s if the love of his life was waiting for him. It has been three years without any contact, but he also understood that they were as wanted as he was. God did he miss the feeling of his lips against his lover. He kicked the sand and began his journey to the nearest gas station, pulling out the carton of Marlboro reds and grabbing his last remaining cigarette, putting it between his lips and lighting up as he flicked the prison behind him.
It was good to be out.
The Last Vegas strip was busy with tourists and performances.
People were flooding in and out from different casinos, restaurants and gift shops. Many tourists chattering excitedly as they watched a street performance. Barty raises a brow, pushing his sunglasses up and crossing his arms looking at the performance amused. It was a show straight out of the circus, you could say - the two dancers moved around each other in ease, showing the different tricks and how flexible their bodies are. It was like an artist was painting and the two strokes fell perfectly together. A beautiful painting.
His eyes fell on the performer with the curls, who was glancing at his audience with an almost seductive smile and walking over to the men that were gullible enough to fall for the seductive palms. It was almost amusing how they did not seem to notice the ease that one of the performers' hands fell on the pockets of the tourists taking their possessions while they seemed to be claimed by the dry siren.
Barty cleared his throat, stepping forward. “Sir, you are falling for such an act that you have yet to notice that they just stole from you.”
“What?!” The man exclaimed, grabbing one of the performers' wrist and exposing the wallet. “You little fucking shit.”
Barty smirked a bit. “Sir, don’t you worry.” stepping forward, and avoiding the glare from the curly head performer. “I’m a cop, I’ll take care of them.”
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so i do wildlife endocrinology with a bunch of other similar nerds and experts and we actually have a board theorising how witcher mutations work when we’re bored and everyone now and then everyone goes “OKAY FUCK IT ITS MAGIC WE ARE DONE” and the rest of us tell them to shut the fuck up and continue our argument
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the extent that i would be at emo night at sneaky dees every single weekend is crazy. you would think i was canadian.
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the youtube "stop drawing like this" community doesn't want you to know this but you can shade however you want forever btw. it doesn't have to make sense in fact you should actively be pissing people off with how inaccurate your light source is
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love characters who are like "this is how the world works. this is how it has to be (because if i'm wrong i have to face what i've done // if i'm wrong i have to face whats been done to me) "
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imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.
frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.
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