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kitmoas · 2 years

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in the devastatingly beautiful dream, found glistening love

Summary: A broken promise leaves you numb

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Dark SW!Wanda, Dark WestView Wanda, Dark Fic (Stockholm Syndrome, Mental Manipulation, Alludes to kidnapping, Hostage Vibes), Power Bottom Wanda, Milf Wanda, Mommy Kink, kinda intense choking, lots of magic use, numbing kink?, lactation kink, if you squint slight somno, double sided dildo/strap vibes (listen wanda made it so its special)

*As per usual, if I missed anything important let me know*

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

A/N: I do be out here not caring what time i put out these treats for Occult lol BUT say hi to our amazing SW mommy. Once again this is not edited so any mistakes pls just ignore lol

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Wanda’s jaw drops as she walks up the sidewalk to her house, the entire front yard has scattered decorations and half built characters all over and she can hear yelling from inside. She sighs as she struggles to keep her anger under wraps, work has been entirely too annoying and this was just another thing she knew that she would have to clean up. Her entire life was turning into messes that she just had to clean up; work, people, spills, stains. She was starting to lose patience, eyes flashing the dangerous crimson, as she slammed open the front door. There are fake spiderwebs all over, paper Mache thrown precariously all over, and she could hear pans clanging together in the kitchen.

Shaking her head she storms towards the kitchen, trying to ignore the glue her heel just got stuck on. She spots you with the boys, intensely stirring something in a pot and your tail mixing some rice krispies. “What the heck is going on here and why is my entire home a warzone?” The ginger tries her hardest to not raise her voice, never one to truly yell at her boys, but she just wanted to come home and relax.

The three of you whip your heads around, eyes wide as you stare blankly at her, before the boys panickily look at you. Slowly your tail puts down the bowl, quietly directly Billy to take over stirring the pot. You cross over to the witch, hands open and outstretched cautiously. “Wands, the boys and I were just decorating for Halloween. I know it looks crazy now, but I promise it won’t be by the end of the night and you won’t have to lift a single magical finger.” Scanning down her body, you can still see her tense muscles and the wisps of scarlet leaking from her ash dipped fingers.

Trying to find the best way to defuse the situation as easily as possible, you slowly kneel down. Glancing behind you to make sure the island is blocking you from the boys, you sit back on your knees letting your jaw go slack as you look up at her. Tightening up your form, not allowing your muscles to slack or your posture to bend, you let a small pout form on your lips.

She rolls her eyes down at you, flashes of ruby taking over the usual forest as she tilts her head down at you. Your tail whips out, wrapping around her leg as you soften your own eyes and scooch forward just a bit. Her ash dipped fingers twitch, something you take note of with an excited wiggle as you try your hardest to stay in position. A huff pushes past her lips before she shoves her thumb into your mouth, her eyebrow lifting as she watches you eagerly suck on it. Leaning so that your head is tilted back uncomfortably and she’s leering over you, “If you break that promise you’ll be in serious trouble, understand?” Shushing you as you try to mumble an answer, she shoves her thumb farther down your throat. “Don’t speak unless Mommy says you can. I will be relaxing in my office, and ordering dinner. If the yard isn’t cleaned up before dark, there will be issues. If the house isn’t spotless before bedtime, it won’t be the boys in trouble.”

Wanda rips her thumb out of her mouth before you can really answer, spinning away from you and exiting the room. You’re left tumbling forward as your tail tries to grasp at her, landing you face first. Scrambling to get up before the boys come over, you crack your neck knowing that the rest of the night will take a lot of attention and focus to keep all three of you on task.

Somehow the three of you actually get the entire front yard put together on time, and the boys are extremely excited about how it looks–their mother will be even more happy that powers weren’t used at all. Dinner was delivered and you dutifully brought the ginger hers, as the rest of you decided to snack on the food as you continued to finish up decorating inside.

Tommy was building the last of the different characters he wanted inside and Billy was hanging up some more signs. Everything was going according to plan as you were trying to put the finishing touches on the caramel apples when you heard a squeaking door, and your blood turned cold immediately. You see the boys snapping up, heads turning to see their mom standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. She doesn’t say a word, just points towards the stairs, and you see the twins hang their heads as they head to their room. Wanda pointedly clears her throat, tilting her head at you as she waves her hand. The entire rest of the house is cleaned up, and the remaining spooky prep finished. “You know where I want you. I’ll let the boys know you said goodnight.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------

Your knees were beginning to sting as you knelt, thighs wide, in front of the bed on the wooden floor. The ginger had been gone for a while, most likely reading a story to the boys, and it was stressing you out a bit. Your tail swaying a bit behind you, a nervous tick you had, but you nearly jump out of your skin when it hits something. A hand wrapping around your throat from behind makes you freeze, “I wouldn’t break position if I was you.”

Yanking your head back, you can feel the pain in your neck as you’re forced to look up at Wanda. Her eyes are burning bright red, almost like flames igniting. Digging her nails into your throat, she coos as you choke more. Letting go of your hair she waves her fingers in front of your face, her amused expression draining. “You made Mommy a promise, I wouldn’t have to lift a finger, correct?” Her grip turned painful, her upper lip wiggling as she glares at you. “But if I remember correctly, I lifted an entire hand.”

Strangled asinine words fall from your lips, as your tail whips around panickily. With a single scrunch of her nose you feel your clothes melt off you, the harsh rush of cold air from the fan above causing goosebumps to paint your skin. Her hands trails across your body, groping at your breasts teasingly. A breathy laugh fills the air as she watches your nipples harden, scratching at the sensitive swell.

You watch as she slowly circles you, reaching out to toy with your body randomly. Pulling on your tail, letting her boot rub against your exposed cunt, shoving her fingers into your mouth; every single action is planned and precise as she pulls you into a needy mess. “You know, I really wanted to come home tonight. Have a fun night with the boy maybe even take a family walk with Gunther to get rid of his energy, and then let you use me as you wanted. Mommy knows how much you like to feel all powerful, your brain thinking you’re so big. Instead I have to put you in your place, again.” Her eyes flash dangerously, as she stares you down.

Even with the way her voice chills your bones, the way her hands drag along your body has you dripping onto the floor. She’s always had such an easy time riling you up, maybe it was your ability to absorb her magic that gave you a connection on a whole different level. Her soft hand cups your chin, pulling you as far up as she can while still leaving you on your knees, her own lips stretched into a teasing smile as she lets them ghost along yours. Never fully touching, Wanda mocks you–pushing you to fall back onto your ass.

With a squint of her eyes, her beloved strap appears on your hips and the other side fills you instantaneously. It draws a throaty moan from you as you adjust to the feeling of fullness so quick. “Keep your eyes on Mommy, and maybe if you’re good you’ll get a reward.” Her gaze turns scarlet as she moves forward to straddle you, the ruby mist streaming steadily from her hands envelops your entire torso. It vibrates as it sinks into your muscles. The slow but constant thumping behind you is normal but as the witch is slowly moving down your strap the sound starts grating on her nerves.

A quick flick of her finger and your excited tail slings up to coil tightly around your throat. Sharp point laying on your pulse, and Wanda’s fingers hooked underneath it, she finally lets her body move. Riding the strap slowly at first, you start panicking when you realize you can’t feel anything. Watching with wide eyes you could see the ginger bouncing in your lap, and you know that the harness would be rubbing against your clit as per usual but it’s almost as if you lost all feeling in your body. You’re supposed to be feeling aroused, dripping for her, and mentally you know that her movement would be pushing you to the edge.

Tilting your head as far back as possible, her grip on your shoulder is like a hawk and the one on your tail is brutal as she shoves against your throat. Hearing her broken moans, gasping as she struggled to catch her breath, made your brain fuzzy. It was beyond frustrating not being able to feel anything, and truthfully it was starting to mess with your mind. Each time she whimpers your name, you can just feel the beginnings of arousal shooting down your spine and it clouding your brain before her magic swallows it up. A grumpy pout forms along your bottom lip and you try to use your best pleading eyes, but the witch just chuckles.

Blazing crimson eyes boring it yours, and her bottom lip captured between her teeth Wanda moves faster on top of you. “Oh detka, Mommy wishes you would just listen.” Her sentence is rushed, forehead leaning against your cheek now. “I just wanted to play with my pretty girl, but you just had to go and piss me off.” Her teeth nip at the thin skin along your jawline as she growls, the aggression coming through as it vibrates through your skull.

A sudden tsunami of arousal hits you, the feeling in your lower belly just barely registering in your brain. Eyes rolling back into your head, a pitiful moan tears its way up your throat. Even though the sensation is light, you can feel the way you’re dripping onto the sheets and clenching around the toy inside you. The heat disappears along your numb torso but your throat is flushed, and the weird staggered feeling is overloading your foggy brain.

Tugging your tail tighter around your neck, Wanda chuckles as she watches your eyelids flutter. “You sound so pretty when you’re choking, princess.” Her hips stutter when her clit rubs roughly against the harness around your hips. “H-how’s it feel knowing you’re going to get off just from your pretty tail wrapped around your neck?”

Excitement floods your brain at the knowledge that you would actually be allowed to cum today, something you thought would be off the table for days. The way your hips involuntarily jump not only pulls your mock collar tighter around your throat, but shoves the strap farther into Wanda. Throwing her balance off slightly, she hugs you close as she momentarily almost loses control. The feeling of your strap bottoming out so aggressively made her eyes roll back and choke on her breathing.

The carefully controlled mist flickers, her magic struggling to stay consistent as the older woman trembles above you. She had been monitoring how much feeling you could have, only allowing enough to tease you but in that moment as she struggled to not fall over the edge your arousal hit you full force. It felt like a hurricane, exploding inside of you, and suddenly you could feel the way the small dildo inside of you rubbed against the soft spot and the harness grazed your throbbing clit. Pulsing and hard, each time even a little pressure was added a whimper tore through your lips. It was almost too much, the amount of pleasure that hit you overwhelming your body and mind.

Already foggy brain felt like it was drowning and you could barely see, it shoves you over the edge. You can feel it all across your body, fire blazing as your orgasm erupts. Unable to stop yourself, you slip back and Wanda’s hand instinctively protectively slipping back is the only thing that saves you from slamming your head into the wood floor. “Mo-Mommy too much t’much no…no ‘lease no more.”

Your begging goes ignored as your body shakes beneath Wanda, who’s hand is painfully pressing into your throat. Your tail is almost limp around your throat as it tries to not hurt you, but the pressure as the witch uses you to chase her own high. Thrashing about you can feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness at the lack of air, but she’s demanding you cum with her and your body lives to listen to her.

Vision blurring, black slowly taking over until all you can see is the ginger’s head thrown back through hooded eyes. The ringing in your ears and the rushing of crimson mist in your brain is the last thing you remember before your second orgasm slams into you. It drags a searing burn through you, and your body can’t keep up as you fall into unconsciousness.

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It’s warmth and slow rocking that you wake up to, throat in pain. Struggling to open your eyes, fist coming up to rub at them. You finally see Wanda above you, cradling you, with a soft smile and your favorite forest green staring back at you. “There’s Mommy’s lil beasty.”

When you try to speak your entire body flinches at the sharp raw ache resonating from your neck. The witch above you shushes you, running her ash tipped fingers along your cheek. “No speaking little one, you did very good for me. I have something that will help your throat.” She’s pulling down her tank top, exposing her full breasts. They are already leaking a little bit, something that makes Wanda cringe internally.

Guiding your head to her chest, a sharp breath scraps through her teeth when you bite down on the first nipple. You quickly go limp in her hold, the warm liquid filling your stomach and luring you back to your sleepy state. The scarlet witch smiles, singing a lullaby softly as she watches you fight against exhaustion. She knows she doesn’t need to say anything, sparkling ruby glitter in her milk will solve everything.

Along your body it’s almost like your skin glistens with her signature color, a mark forever on you, as your eyelids flutter closed. She knows that Halloween would be the easiest day for someone to recognize you after your demand to go trick or treating in your natural state, not a single ounce of magical disguise. It made her nervous, no matter how much she tried to control her entire world she knew it wasn’t logical if she didn’t want to affect her boys too much. It meant that would leave you vulnerable to someone from your own multiverse finding you, but with scarlet shimmering and glowing all throughout your being she just had to trust that her magic and love would win above all else.

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nebulousfishgills · 5 months

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One spoiler with no context for Emily's future endeavors? That edit you sent me got me thinking about her again :)

Hmm... okay, let's see.

Emily has chronic mommy issues and that doesn't exactly stop at Florence Mulder, at least out of canon.

(These are the edits in question btw, they're not perfect but I discovered ibisPaint's magic wand/image manipulator tool and I had to experiment by giving Emily her Hellfire shirt)

Also I think I've decided that I'm gonna get rid of some asks in my ask box, not for a lack of a desire to answer them... but because it's been so long I've lost most of the ask games they were asking about and I wouldn't know which one goes with which... so apologies in advance if some of those go unanswered but my brain said no and I've paid the price... 0/10 will probably do it again by mistake.

#i'm really sorry abt the loss of asks but it's gonna be impossible to answer most of those and it keeps bugging me so...#but have some emily edits as a peace offering #fishgills speaks #fishgills ocs #stranger things oc #beloved mutuals #oc asks #my inbox is open

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thetenamongstthesethrees · 11 months

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Here's my semi-finished drawing of my main character! Ima delete this post and repost it with a quote once this is done, but basically im taking SVTFOE's idea on the whole "a wand that changes form depending on the user" thing and i wanted to know, based on appearance, what do yall think her wand might look like?? Personally my idea was to design it a bit off of Eclipsas design and wing it from there but i wanna know yalls opinion. Also, the wand does kinda take form from the users personality and backstory, so while im not gonna say much abt her backstory so i can have the joy of keeping it secret(or at least i wouldn't say it in a public thread...) I am gonna give a bit for yall to go off of:

•Color Scheme is Magenta/Purple/Indigo + Black + (maybe) White + (rarely) pink + (rarely) ocean blue/aqua

•Is meant to be the goddess of night/goddess of all magic and witchcraft (still in indecisive mode)

•Is based off of me so absolutely has S/A trauma, abandonment issues, Daddy/Mommy issues, attachment issues, Anxiety, Depression, and more!

•likes flowers, the water, {"dark"} magic, stars, space, the night

•Got a villian arc where she became a corrupted ruler(to say the least), and mass murderer, died 2-3 times, and got "reborn"/revived at LEAST 4-6 times

•Believes theyre a martyr, is in fact, a pathetic loser who pushes herself away from anyone

•Hates herself and starts the story grieving the death of her lover, and then the mid-beginning is spent mourning her sibling and end-beginning was spent reuniting and moving on with loved ones

•Can be unintentionally manipulative (picked it up from her mother), Compassionate, Creative, Curious, GREAT at acting(had to do it her whole life), Ambitious, Pessimisticly Realistic, Persistent, Stubborn, Intelligent/"Gifted", Thoughtful, Messy, Perseverant, Emotionally Distant, Ignorant(?), Quiet, Eccentric(??), Cold, Overworking, Insomniac/Sleep Deprived, Indecisive, Impulsive(sometimes, not most of the time tho), Overthinker, Amoral(..at least, during her lil villian arc), (mostly) Cynical, Cunning, Miserable, Ambivert, Impressionable(at least in the beginning), Witty, Outspoken(this only happens later on tho), Unpredictably Predictale(in the beginning and middle), Authoritarian(villian arc), "Obidient", Progressive(?), Reserved, (at times) Hypocritical (mostly in beginning, villian arc and beg-end), Self-Aware, Depressed, Anxious, Determined, Devoted, 'Elegant'

I cant really remember anything much out of this to say, so do with this what u will. Anything is helpful, especially specific combinations for the wand design/sketches with lil notes beside it, but its also fine without!!! Also sorry if this is wayy too much to ask for, but it'd help alot!

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exxa1812 · 1 year

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Voldication: A Vacation with the Riddles and Malfoys:)

Notes:

I used to play this with my friends when we were younger. Do NOT take this seriously. We had and probably still have mental issues. Have fun reading this. Sorry for the loss of braincells.Btw my first language isn't english. Sorry for any mistakes

Oma: german word for grandma [Om•ma]

Bussle: german word for a van for 7 people. not a bus! [Bus•sle]

Summary: Lord Voldemort needs a break from killing muggles. So he decides to take his family on a vacation to Italy. There is a lot of family fun and fluff and a Pool.

Chapter 1 : Oma ist KEINE Alkoholikerin (Oma is NOT an alcoholic)

I'm Delphi Riddle. My parents are Lord "Voldi" Voldemort and Bellatrix LeSTRANGE. This is the story of my family who went to Italy for summer vacation and things got a little bit out of hand when I was five years old.

Day 1.

The journey from London, England to Bucine, Italy was horrible. The bussle was packed with my dad, my mom, Narcissa, Lucius, Draco and me.

We could've apparated but DAD insisted on the whole experience. So we had to drive 4000 hours to Italy in a really crowded bussle without air conditioning.

When we FINALLY arrived I was sweating like a monkey in a shed. The house was nice and big. I even had my own room. There was this beautiful garden with lots of different flowers and plants. And behind the house there was a pool.

Since it was already late, we decided to eat dinner consisting of grapes and raisins because we didn't buy any food and because my dad is an idiot who forbid magic for the whole vacation.

So we just ate what was left for our trip. The wasn't much so everybody got a grape and 2 raisins except Draco he only got 1 raisin. After dinner I went to bed. It was already past my bedtime while the grown ups stayed up late which was really unfair.

Day 2.

When I woke up the next morning I already had the feeling that this was going to be a horrible day. This feeling turned out to be true when I found Oma sitting on a chair at the house bar with a glass of a weird clear liquid in her hand. Her wand was holding up her hair.

I always loved her hair. It was mid length and gray but in a certain light it looked lilaclightblue. I didn't know what she was doing here. Or how she got here. Suddenly I heard a lout gasp and a even louder and high pitched "MOMMY!!!" I turned around to see my dad standing in his with yellowish night gown in the door frame mouth hanging wide open and eyes comically large.

He was stuttering out a lot of questions like "What are you doing here, Mommy?" or "Really, Vodka?! It's only 9am." But Oma ignored him and yelled:"Have you lost your mind? How could you do this to me. To our family name. You stopped killing muggles for a vacation in Italy. You are a disgrace to this entire family." " I-I-I j-just thought it w-would be a good i-i-dea."

"You just thought! Well clearly you didn't. And for your information. I'm not drinking Vodka. It's water. I'm not an alcoholic."

Yeah, that's right. Oma is NOT an alcoholic. Just like uncle Lucius isn't one either. My dad just stared at her and said again "What are you doing here?"

"I'm part of this family and this is a family vacation. So of course I'm here. Somebody has to make sure you haven't gone completely insane. And I also wanted to see my granddaughter again." Oma answered slightly annoyed but smiled at me. Well, I think she did. You never know with her.

"Where are the others? Is the rest of the lazy folk still asleep?" Oma complained and took a big swing of her water.

"Bella is up. The rest, I don't know." Dad said unsure. "What are the plans for today, daddy?" I asked. Dad seemed to think before he answered: "Today is our first day here, so I thought we chill here a little bit and do some watersports."

"Yay!!! I love watersports. Especially waterball!!!" I said excitedly, while jumping up and down. "Of course that's your great plan for today. To do absolutely nothing. You are so lazy." Oma said with a very disappointed look on her face, while she poured herself another glass of water.

"It's not lazy. We just want to spent some family quality time. And we don't have to do a lot because it is vacation." Dad tried to defend. "Yeah, yeah, what ever" Oma said dismissively.

Then mom came. She was as equally shocked as dad when she saw oma. "Oma, what are you doing here?" Mom said with a forced smile. "And are drinking Vodka? We said no alcohol around Delphi" she added with a disapproving tone.

"Like I already explained to my lovely son. I'm here because this is a family vacation. And I'm family. It's water that I'm drinking, not Vodka. I don't drink."

Mom groaned really loud and dad walked quickly over to the bar to pour himself a glass of a brown yellowish liquid. I assumed it was apple juice. Dad emptied the glass and looked like he wanted to die.

Then Narcissa and Draco came in. Narcissa was pleasantly surprised when she saw Oma. Draco didn't seem to notice her presence. He was busy staring at his phone. "Lovely seeing you here, Oma." Narcissa said. For some reason Narcissa was the only adult who got along with oma. Oma always criticized dad. She didn't like mom because Oma is her mother-in-law. I don't know about Lucius. Oma never talks about him. I don't think I've ever seen them in one room.

But Oma didn't respond to her. She just stared at Draco, who still didn't notice her. "What is that?! Is that one of those muggle phones?! Why do you have this?!" Oma shrieked and started to completely freak out. She screamed things like "Stupid muggles." And "Stupid technology." To my surprise she didn't go for Draco. She went for dad. "And you allow this. That your nephew owns this muggle trash. Unbelievable!"

"Mommy, please. I didn't know he had it." Dad exclaimed quietly. "Boy, why do you own such horrible device, that is contaminated with muggles." Dad asked Draco in a strict voice. For the first time Draco lifted his head and saw Oma. His eyes went wide and his skin even paler as usual. "I uh need this for uh school."

He stuttered out. "I use it to uh submit my school assignments because uh owls don't fly to Italy. You know owl policy and stuff." He then explained a little bit unsure. "Oh, I didn't know Hogwarts uses now muggle trash. But I mean it is for school so I guess it is fine." Oma said understanding.

"I'm hungry." I said because I couldn't stand the fact that the attention wasn't on me. I mean I'm the main character after all. "Well Lucius went shopping for food. He actually should be here by now." Narcissa said.

"I had a long journey and I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Oma said with a yawn and left. But not before she took two bottles of her favourite brand of water. Five minutes after Oma left. Lucius came back from shopping and we all got to the dining area to eat breakfast.

The rest of the day was not that eventful. We stayed at the house and chilled. We all played some watersports. I didn't see Oma for the rest of the day. Mom said it's because she is tired and has a male cat (Hangover). Whatever a male cat has to do with this.

At the end of the day we had a beautiful dinner in the garden. Dad made pizza, which wasn't even that bad. Then I went to my room because I had to go to bed.

#harry/draco #harry potter #dumbass #fuck dumbledore #oma #oma ist keine Alkoholikerin #Lucius malfoy in a wig #grapes #character death #enemies to lovers #italy #i dont deserve to live

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thebluestbluewords · 2 years

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First Night Plans

(Mentions of murder, core four doing some wildly ineffective plotting, vague mentions of food issues)

“I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here today.” Mal says, grinning at her team. Her head is still throbbing a bit, but it’s much easier to focus now that they’re in the red-draped tomb of the boy’s room. Much better than the dining hall at least, and all of the curtains and shit will act as pretty good sound dampening barrier so they can plan without needing to worry about nosy royal brats in the hall.

Jay groans. “Because you’re an egotistical maniac who won’t let us suffer in peace?”

He’s not wrong, but it’s not exactly the vibe that Mal is going for here. Victorious young villains united towards a common goal, sure. Loyal pack gathered together to plan their next big heist, also more of what she was thinking.

Whatever. If Jay is too preoccupied with his own self-inflicted suffering to pay attention to her, that’s his loss. “Aw, you say the sweetest things!” Mal says, baring her teeth in his direction. She doesn’t do it too hard though, because Jay is flopped out on his back over the same bed that Carlos is sitting on, and their little tech genius is breaking into a tablet, which is useful enough that she doesn’t want to interrupt. “No, dipshit. For the first time in our lives, our parents can’t touch us!”

Beside her, Evie makes a little gasping noise. Joy, or fear, or something like that.

“No curfew, no evil summonings whenever her royal horniness wants me, no more playing their games!” Mal exclaims, waving a hand. “Sure, we need to get the wand for them, but we’re the children of the worst villains there are, you think that’s going to stop us? We have at least a week of freedom before I figure out this spellbook, and we can finally take advantage of it without our parents bothering us!”

Jay lifts his head slightly. “Yeah?” he says. “You got a plan for doing that?”

Mal scoffs. Of course she has a plan. She is Mal of the Isle, and her crew is going to be the ones to bring down the barrier once and for all, and go down in history as the best isle crew ever to come off of the rock. “I’ve been plotting, and I think it’s going to take us a little while to get our hands on the wand.” Mal says, voice syrupy sweet with false regrets. “My dear old mommy dearest is going to have to wait.”

Evie clicks her tongue. “And you’re going to let her?” she asks incredulously.

“It’s a valuable lesson in patience.” Mal says. Her mother can damn well learn to wait, after all the time she’s spent keeping Mal hidden away from the Auradon authorities. “After all, that’s what separates villains from mere criminals. It’s all in the…” Mal pauses, breathes in slowly, and imagines fire running through her veins. “Execution.” Mal finishes, spreading her arms wide, just like her mother does when she’s done delivering an especially melodramatic speech.

Her crew, because they’re a bunch of assholes, don’t even laugh. Jay sort of rolls his eyes, which is not the reaction that Mal’s best attempt at over-the-top villainous drama is supposed to get. Making fun of her mother is supposed to be fun now that there’s a magical barrier and a gazillion tons of water between them and any parental consequences. A cackle of agreement would be ideal, or a sort of adoring applause.

Whatever. They can work on it.

“So. Plan time.” Mal says, and slams her hands down on the table. It’s sort of bullshit that the boy’s get to have a real table in their room, and she and Evie have to make do with a little pink and white sewing table instead of this study thing, but whatever. Life isn’t fair, as her mother would say. Get over it or get even. “We need to know where the wand is. That’s the first step no matter what we’re doing. Once we know where it is, and how difficult it’s going to be for us to get our hands on, we can decide if we want to grab it now, follow our parent’s plan, and stage our own coup once they’re out and distracted by destroying Auradon, or go our own way. My mother might be happy enough to have the wand that she’ll just give up and let us live for a while no matter what we do.”

“Really, Mal?” Evie asks. “She’ll let us live, just like that?”

Mal flips her hair back over her shoulder and looks at one of the paintings on the wall. They aren’t near the water, so why are there so many pictures of boats around? “It’s not… out of the question,” she says haughtily. “She may keep us alive to torture for a while instead of outright slaughter.”

Evie sighs. “It’s not very likely that they’ll just forget about us once they’re out,” she says. “We need a real plan to get that wand, and the sooner we can do it the better.”

“Agreed.” Jay says. He doesn’t even lift his head this time.

Mal takes a deep breath. She is not going to snap at her crew. She needs them all in one piece, and if she shouts and strangles them, they won’t be very much help with their ultimate goal here. “No. I know,” she says, very calmly and rationally if she does say so herself. “I’m saying, it’s an option here. We could decide to have our own plan.”

Jay pushes up on his elbows enough to get his head free to nod. “If we grab it now we could break them free right away and not have to go to class tomorrow.”

Hm. “Point,” Mal says. “But—“

“Mal—“ Evie interrupts at the same time. “We can’t go in without any plan!”

Deep breaths. They’re all annoyed from a long day. Patience is the key to good villainy. Hasty plans make wasted potential. “I don’t want to spend any more time here than we have to,” Mal says. “The food is cool, but we all met those prissy royals today, right?”

Even Carlos glances up at that one. “Yeah, we met them and you immediately got in a pissing match with one of them,” he says. “The sooner we’re out of here the better.”

“They’re a bit insufferable,” Evie admits. “Especially the princes.”

Well then. If Evie’s willing to admit to it, maybe it’s not just Mal being a bitch, and the students here really are insufferable little jerks. “Exactly,” Mal agrees. “But it’s not like we’re actually going to be able to get the wand tonight, so don’t worry, we’ll all get to suffer through some princess classes. We just need to scope out the area, to make sure there’s no surprises coming our way for when we do want to make our move.”

“Really.” Evie says flatly, hands on her hips and nearly glaring at Mal.

“And maybe,” Mal says slowly, watching Evie’s face. “I also want to cause a little bit of trouble. For purely personal reasons. And we need to go to classes to make sure we’re doing things right.”

“We need to sneak out and scope the area,” Carlos says, glancing up. “So we can understand the castle. For important sneaking purposes.”

#my fic #descendants #evie grimhilde #mal bertha #jay son of jafar #carlos de vil #this is still the same d1 fic I’m slowly working on #just writing bits whenever I have a moment uk #so it’ll be done…….by the time I’m 30 #this IS in the same universe as the other one

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 4 years

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Do you have any HCs for Merula?

So. So many. Long post ahead. Very long post. With many thoughts. Many, many thoughts about the best witch at Hogwarts. Proceed with caution.

Let’s start with her childhood. Her early childhood. Her parents were probably akin to the Malfoys. They taught her bad life lessons, but I do not believe they were abusive. I think they genuinely loved her. I also notice how callous she is about Voldemort - being one of the few characters to actually speak his name, at all of eleven years old. My belief is that Merula’s parents were involved less because they cared about blood supremacy and more because they were attracted to the power and freedoms they thought they could have as Death Eaters. To practice dark magic, to be feared and respected by the community.

Merula seems to have absorbed all of that in full. She seems to view the world as a division between the strong and the weak, not the good and the evil. Law of the jungle, kill or be killed. The Death Eater ideology. Merula may spout Pure-blood bigotry, but I guarantee you she doesn’t actually give a damn about blood status. It’s just an easy short-cut to dominate people in social situations, which is something she clings to. Because she’s weak, and she knows it. But she’s been taught to respect power and to embody it. Merula is trying to fake it until she makes it. I also think she doesn’t have any respect for Voldemort at all, thinks of him as a failure - he was supposedly killed by a baby, after all.

But Merula is also highly insecure about her own talents, even if she always defaults to overselling them. After her parents went to Azkaban, she must have been spiraling. Looking for something or someone to latch onto. A purpose. Her aunt is supposedly watching her but that clearly isn’t the case. She cuts her own hair. She dresses herself - half her clothes don’t fit and she wears more make-up than some of the seventh years. Merula may not have known it, but I think all she wanted was to be loved, and she wasn’t get that from her aunt, or anyone. So she defaulted. Defaulted to trying to gain power. And oh look, what’s that in the Daily Prophet? This Jacob character, and his quest to open the Cursed Vaults? This was her opportunity. Her chance to prove herself. Unlike Jacob and Voldemort, those pathetic failures, Merula could make a name for herself. She will be the best witch at Hogwarts. If she has to cram that down everyone’s throats, she will be.

There was only one problem. Jacob had a sibling. From jump, they had the advantage over her, not that she would ever admit it. Merula must have calculated that Jacob’s Sibling would know more about the Vaults than her. For all she knew, Jacob left them a road map. Not only that, on her first day of trying to assert herself against Rowan, Jacob’s Sibling interrupted and was not scared of her, at all. They had already won over Rowan, and they did not hesitate to tell Snape what Merula was doing. I believe from the moment, Merula feared them, envied them, and though she would never admit it to herself, admired them. It only got worse when they escaped the Devil’s Snare, and stood up to her while she was bullying the one person who her intimidation scheme had actually worked on, Ben Copper.

Lots of people hate Merula for the Devil’s Snare scheme, but what did we expect? She was raised by two Death Eaters, and she’s seen them kill Aurors before. Of course her Plan A was to kill Jacob’s Sibling. Of course she wanted to ruin Jacob’s reputation. She’s trying to emulate her mother, I bet you anything. I bet you anything that she’s wearing her mother’s makeup. Perhaps even her old clothes. That being said, I also think Merula has very conflicted feelings about her mother. Because her parents failed - they were taken to Azkaban. I’m willing to bet that Merula hasn’t spoken to them since. But she wants to. She keeps trying to write them letters, and crosses everything out. Maybe she’s waiting for them to send a letter first. Hoping that they will, even if she won’t admit it. Feeling hurt that they haven’t. There’s always visitation, but who’s going to take her on a trip to Azkaban? Are children even allowed to visit there? Even if they are, she has no one to take her. Speaking of that, let’s talk about Dementors.

What does Merula hear when Dementors are nearby? Actually, we could talk about all of her magical signatures. My head-canon for her wand is Holly and Dragon Heartstring. Yes, I do think she has the same wand wood as Harry James Potter. It tends to lean to people who are “impetuous” and prone to anger. I think Merula’s Boggart would likely be something to do with Jacob’s Sibling, at least in the early days. They were the one standing in the way of her goals. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they were involved with her Erised vision as well, perhaps something to do with them and her parents. Post Portrait Vault, we know what Merula’s Boggart would be. And we know what she would hear when Dementors are close. But prior to the Portrait Vault? She definitely hears the arrest of her parents, and the trial...she was, after all, present for it. Come to think of it...what if she was there as a witness? Not willingly, of course. Too young to understand what was going on, bullied into giving testimony about that auror that her parents killed...Merula’s Worst Memory, perhaps? Well, at least until the Portrait Vault, anyway.

Tulip Karasu. Oh my, Tulip Karasu. She, like Merula’s parents, is one of a few people who would ultimately challenge her worldview. Merula loves her parents and misses them, despite their “failure” embodying everything that she tries to reject. Along comes Tulip - someone brilliant. A loner like Merula. They’re two shady little oddballs and they gravitate to each other. The admiration is mutual, and unlike with Jacob’s Sibling, Merula doesn’t feel as much reluctance to enjoy Tulip’s company. But she still doesn’t let all her walls down. She won’t admit Tulip is her friend, even if they’ve become best mates. I think both of these two characters changed each other, a bit. That a little of Tulip rubbed off on Merula, and vice-versa. When the betrayal happened, like so many other traumatic events in Merula’s life, it set her back. She regressed. Bonds make a person weak. People, associates, are only good for one thing - using them to further your own ends. This is what Merula learned. This is what Tulip unfortunately taught her. That being said, I don’t think it meant nothing to her when Tulip become friends with MC. Followed by Barnaby. This is where her envy of Jacob’s Sibling would probably reach a boiling point. Where she (almost justifiably) might feel as though they were taking everything from her. However horrible Merula might have behaved, no one wants to hear they are terrible in all of the ways their rival is great.

While all of this is happening, I think Merula continued to try and flex. To prove herself. I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried out for Quidditch every year to honor her parents, and either didn’t make the team outright, or was disqualified for trying to sabotage other participants. All the while, she continues to show-boat and flex. I bet her favorite Quidditch team is the Falmouth Falcons, who are famous for being violent and playing dirty. (Look them up, they’re exactly her kind of people.) Speaking of that, ever wonder what her relationship was like with Felix? Or Snape? We know that Felix defends her and calls MC a bully if you trick him for the Common Room break-in during Year 2. Anyone with half a brain knows that’s not what’s happening, and I’m sure Felix does too. He knows what Merula gets up to. But he lies and defends her, however much she might drive him crazy, because she is still his charge. Because Slytherins take care of their own. I’d imagine the same thing is true with Snape. He cannot stand Merula, but he will still try to look out for her or clean up her messes when he can, because she’s one of the snakes. Remember when he said “I genuinely wish you weren’t lying.” He doesn’t want to punish Merula. Not like he does MC. Merula is clearly the obnoxious little sister of Slytherin house.

Along comes Year 4. Along comes Patricia Rakepick. Strap in everybody, it’s time to get to heart of Merula’s problems. Mainly her mommy issues. Because Rakepick is, or at least appears to be, everything that Merula wishes she could be. This is someone she can emulate, like she did her mother. Someone she can idolize without any of that confused anger that she has toward MC - who, at the same time, she is growing fond of, whether she admits it to herself or not. Rakepick essentially represents everything that her parents used to be, and could have been, had they not “failed.” Merula herself draws the comparison. This isn’t lost on Rakepick, and she makes use of it. There’s no way that Rakepick’s comparison to the Curse-Breaking apprentice team of Year 5 being like a “family” wasn’t done for Merula’s benefit. Merula hears that, and she feels accepted. She feels loved. Like she’s part of a family again. It’s dysfunctional and weird, but that’s all she knows. She doesn’t just want to emulate Rakepick and learn to be powerful like her...she wants to earn Rakepick’s approval, to make her proud. To “win” the love of a mother figure. I believe Tulip’s suspicion, Tulip’s ability to see what was really going on, unfortunately only pushed Merula further away from her and closer to her new “family.”

Speaking of pushing people away, it’s about time we talked about Ismelda Murk. About the friendship that was formed out of mutual convenience, rather than actual chemistry. By the end of Year 3, these two loners don’t have anyone else. But they don’t click the way that Merula did with Tulip. Ismelda doesn’t have the talents or the passion that Merula admired in Tulip, and Ismelda has far less patience for Merula’s show-boating. But they were all each other had, at least at first. Then Merula completely dropped Ismelda in favor of her new “family” because she was feeling emotional fulfillment and didn’t “need” Ismelda anymore. Most of this would be unconscious, but that would be the motivator. Considering that Ismelda started hanging out with Beatrice in Year 6, and Merula is rarely involved, I think it’s safe to say the two of them never recovered from that distance.

Meanwhile, Merula is having the time of her life with her new family. With her annoying but mostly harmless older brother Bill. With her long-time rival turned sort-of friend now acting as a sibling figure. A sibling figure...who she has romantic tension with. (Hey, I did say that it was dysfunctional. That’s almost certainly on purpose.) And then there’s her amazing, badass new mom. Everything is shaping up for Merula. She’s going to be the Best Witch at Hogwarts, the greatest Curse-Breaker the world has ever known. All she has to do is emulate. Try to be just like the amazing Patricia Rakepick. Our poor child truly believed all this. Then the Portrait Vault happened. Look, we need to face that however fun the dynamic might have been, however “cool” mentor-Rakepick was...it was never a truly good thing. It wouldn’t be, even if she wasn’t a villain. Rakepick was never cut out to look after children, beyond grooming them into being lawless explorers like her. And honestly? She was completely open about that. But that’s just what Merula wanted. It’s what she thought she needed. She wouldn’t gravitate to someone like Flitwick, or McGonagall. No, she’d want someone like her parents. Someone powerful, who doesn’t play by the rules. Someone cool. Like Rakepick, or Jacob. (We’ll get to that.)

So imagine how much it completely shattered her world when Rakepick did what she did. The Cruciatus Curse is one thing. It’s unspeakable. But I guarantee you the real damage was done with Rakepick’s words. “Merula thinks she’s my favorite? Is she anyone’s?” I promise you those words cut through Merula like a knife - because there was a lot of truth to them. Every time that MC or one of their peers told Merula how horrible she was. Every time someone chose MC over her. All of that insecurity upended with just a few simple words. But it’s so much worse than that. This is worse than Tulip’s betrayal, not just on the scale, not just because it happened a second time...but because this is a mother figure, something Merula desperately wanted and needed. For the second time in her life, she’s losing that...and being made to feel responsible for it. After all, shouldn’t she have “known better” than to let her walls down? Didn’t she know better than to show weakness? Vulnerability? Rakepick is reinforcing all the wrong lessons with this betrayal. She is setting Merula back countless steps. Anyone would regress after this and Merula was in such a fragile state of development. She was making baby steps to being a better person. But then all of good that came out of this weird family unit was washed away. Merula had the rug pulled out from under her once again, and there’s nothing she hates and fears more than being in that position.

Why do you think she becomes so desperate to have revenge when all is said and done? What else does Merula have at this point? What else can she latch onto, what else can she default to? Just like when she lost her parents, and was spiraling...she needed something. A purpose. So she wouldn’t go mad. So she wouldn’t have to properly confront all of his trauma. Make no mistake, Merula is not in touch with how she’s really feeling right now. She’s displacing it, putting it in a box and sticking with what she knows. Anger. Domination. Power. These are the only ways that she knows how to navigate the world. If you can’t do that, you fail, and it’s your own fault. That’s what she believes, and after what Rakepick put her through, why wouldn’t she? Merula doesn’t want revenge. She feels like she needs it. Rakepick “defeated” her, and that sits in her heart, tied to the betrayal. She thinks if she can kill Rakepick, she can put all this behind her. But of course she can’t, of course that’s not how it works. Even if Merula was powerful enough to finish off Rakepick, and even if she wasn’t investigated for it, it wouldn’t make her happy. She would just feel empty. And I think she knows that too, on some level. But she can’t admit it to herself. She’s regressed, and the lack of self-awareness is almost heart-breaking. She’s latched onto Jacob in the same way that she did Rakepick. Rejected any affection with Jacob’s Sibling as well, probably because she associates them with Rakepick, emotionally. That positive bond was part of the whole “apprentice” team, that Rakepick founded. What’s more, she’s learned her lesson about being vulnerable with people. What if the next person to betray Merula, is MC? After what happened, how does she know that they won’t be? Better not to risk it.

You might notice two phrases that I’ve been using a lot. “She would never admit it to herself.” and “She defaulted to-” Because that’s kind of Merula’s whole deal. She has a pathological aversion to looking vulnerable, which she’s unable to reconcile with the reality that we can’t always avoid that. She’s in denial. She also associates cruelty with strength. She associates empathy and kindness with being “weak.” This is why she tries so hard to be a bully. She’s trying to be dominant. It’s what she defaults to, as I’ve said. But she’s only human. Let’s be honest, she’s not cold-hearted or emotionless. She isn’t sadistic. She ‘s a wounded child, who has shown time and again that she has feelings - she definitely felt something for characters like Tulip, Rakepick, and MC. But to admit that is to admit vulnerability. To apologize for anything she’s done, however sorry she might actually be, to admit she’s wrong -about anything - is to admit vulnerability Merula just can’t do that. Everything she’s ever learned...from her parents. From Tulip. From Rakepick.

#Merula Snyde #HPHM Analysis #Tulip Karasu #Patricia Rakepick #HPHM Jacob's Sibling #Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #HPHM Headcanons #HPHM Merula

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chilly-me-softly · 3 years

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Yay you're back to writing, what are your thoughts on the euros so far? So far I've only had Keeping Up With The Tottenham Hotspur show but that got boring pretty quickly, I didnt even get excited to see nuno on his first day because it's the exact same team that got jose sacked, no new players just yet another manager expected to wave his magic wand and resolve the clubs issues. I've got so into the euros I didnt read it was Sonnys birthday either... cont

This is my first time without exams on my shoulders so I decided to fully enjoy the euros. Last world cup I wasn't into football like I am now and it was a completely different experience.

I was ready to watch every game with my fantasy euro team all settle and then the Christian accident kind of put me off. I know he's okay but every time anyone goes down my heart skips a beat and I'm still find a way to cope with it honestly.

But all in all it was amazing! Luckily we'll have the olimpics now or it would be hard to wait for the prem to start.

And that final... my worst nightmare. Italy vs England is like asking who you like the most mommy or daddy - you know the answer but deep down you also know that saying it out loud will disappoint someone😅

As for spurs I've a different approach to everything. I stay as far away as I can from rumors till they tweet something official so I don't get my hopes up. What will be will be. Luckily we have a busy summer this year so it's easier kind of putting them apart for a while and reapproch when all will start again. Having faith is hard with this situation I get it and it's okay to take some time off but at the end of the day I think we'll find ourselves watching every game like always because it's inevitable. Having matches non stop for a month is fantastic, a good distraction but club football is club football.

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I long for the day Killing Eve is in the news for something other than ‘mother daughter relationship cringe comments’ that sets fans off or the lack of taking responsibility the KE team has in terms of lack of diversity in the writers room and behind the camera & Eve’s development onscreen. Like I can’t wait for when articles are written for when HOPEFULLY the team and writers stop making dumb excuses we don’t wanna hear & write s4 well without plot holes & have poc & poc lgbt to help write Eve

To be sure, this has been the most turbulent off-season for Killing Eve we’ve ever seen . Between what was in my less-than-humble opinion, a seriously lackluster season where Eve was zeroed out in terms of character development, and some really weird directing and writing decisions, (someone puh-leeze explain to me WTF was going on in “Still Got It” with all the weird time jumps), and a parade of useless new characters like Geraldine, Paul and Jaime. The influx of all the new faces meant less time for the regular cast. It’s amazing to think of it, but the scene at Paul’s house where Carolyn confronts Konstantin and Eve and Villanelle enter and watch the proceedings was the first time in three seasons where all four of the major players met at the same time. I agree totally when you say, “Like I can’t wait for when articles are written for when HOPEFULLY the team and writers stop making dumb excuses we don’t wanna hear & write s4 well without plot holes & have poc & poc lgbt to help write Eve.” We know the writers have no problem writing for Villanelle, though honestly I wasn’t impressed by her kills or choice of clothes this season. I know some fans loved the Grinch outfit, but it was and remains a total eyesore for me.

Bringing in Asian, Black, Latino or other writers who are not White is not a magic wand that will guarantee success, but right now they aren’t even trying to do anything with Eve as Suzanne Heathcote only had eyes for Villanelle. Okay, Jodie just won an Emmy and everybody loves her (or did before they found out she was dating a Republican, plus he was a dude to make it worse) so they wanted to showcase their rising star. Heathcote could have done any number of things with Villanelle. Maybe a flashback to how she was chosen by The Twelve and trained to be an assassin. Or how she hooked up with Anna and ended up lopping off her husband’s dick. But instead we got Oksana going home to meet the mother Anna claimed was dead and an assortment of other weirdos.

The result? Everything turns into a turd sandwich, which is appropriate considering how much time was spent on Villanelle literally throwing shit, and she kills mama, blows up the house killing others who certainly didn’t deserve it, but she gives a little kid money to go see Elton John. Hurray! This is supposed to be award-bait? This domestic drama, unresolved mommy issues bullshit? O.K., Suzanne. Best of luck to ya.

I want Eve back. I love Villanelle too, but it is a serious miscalculation to make her the center of the show because when all is said and done, Villanelle is not a complicated character. It’s Eve who is complicated and she got little face time and no exploration into how she has changed since the events in Rome.

Race has never been an issue on Killing Eve. We simply accept a Korean woman from Connecticut has been living in England for years, yet still doesn’t know the emergency number in the European union is 112? Season 3 is what happens when lazy writing turns into not even bothering to conceal a contemptuous disinterest in understand how the main character, which is still Eve Polastri, thinks and feels. Don’t think for one minute Sandra Oh isn’t keenly aware of it. Now she has to get in a room with Sally Woodward-Gentle and say, “You know that shit you guys did last season? Don’t do it again, or I walk.” Whatever it takes, because if Season 4 is as messy as Season 3 was, it won’t just be Sandra who needs to step away, but her and everyone else who recalls how good Killing Eve used to be, but is only a dimming memory now.

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lizzienaut · 4 years

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*breathes in deeply* Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, Hedwig, Hagrid, Sirius, Filch, Cedric, McGonagall, Lupin, Mad Eye, Lily, Trelawney, Oillvander, Cho, and Petunia- *collapses and wheezes* *caramelldansen plays faintly in the background*

wOAH THAS A LOT OMGTHANK YOU FOR THE ASK ITS GONNA BE UNDER THE CUT EE

Harry Potter: Tell us about a scar on your body

okaY so i have a really tiny scar like right beside my left eyei got it in like fourth grade when my class was walking to swim lessonsim a clumsy dumbass so i trIPPED ON THE SIDEWALK AND FELL FACE FIRST INTO ITthe metal part where like,, the arms of my glasses connected to my frame DUG INTO MY TEMPLE AND CUT IT INTO SMITHEREENS i bled all over my teacher and you bet your ass i scream-sobbed 😎

Ron Weasley: Something you’re afraid of?

im afraid that at any moment everyone that im close with is gonna suddenly be like “haha pranked” and tell me theyve always hated me and then leavei haveabandonment issues whoopsiesbut for reaL my deepest fear is that people only like me out of pity and that once they get bored of me they’ll justdump mei dunno a lot of people have left me without an explanation and it just likereally hurts dude sometimes it makes me think there’s something wrong with me

that got really sad

im also really scared of the dark and loud noises!! ajkfsdf

Fred Weasley: Can you do any magic tricks? What is the best one you can do? If you can’t do any, what’s the best one you’ve seen?

MY FAVORITE SHOW WHEN I WAS YOUNGER WAS MAGIC’S BIGGEST SECRETS FINALLY REVEALEDthe masked magician looks DOPE AS HELLaltho the narrator and his obsession with women kindaweirds me out thinking back on it BUTi always liked watching him cut people in halF :O

George Weasley: What is the best prank you’ve ever played on someone?

OH OHwhen i was in fifth grade the charlie charlie challenge was big popular still and my group of friends at the time wanted to do it so i set it up and they asked a question and nothing happenedand so they asked anotherand i really subtly blew on the pencil and it moved and everyone collectively screamed and it was the funniest shit ever i am a prank master(tm) bow before me mortal

Neville Longbottom: Tell us an embarrassing story.

okay so like i gush about my friends a lot rightand i gush about iven a lot right i refuse to tag you because this still really embarrasses me and it happened like forever agoso i would talk about him a lot to my super close irl friend ~*~m~*~and ONE DAYWHILE ALL THREE OF US WERE IN A CALLTHIS FOOL DeCIDES TO SUDDENLY TELL HIM EVERY fUCKING THING IVE EVER SAID ABOUT HIM aND I LITERALLY LIKEMUTED MYSELF AND THREW MY EARBUDS ACROSS THE ROOMoh my GOD you have absolutely no idea how red and frantic i was i was gonna slaughter her AND THEN TODAY ONE OF MY OTHER FRIENDS stARTED TELLING HIM SHIT IVE SAID AND I JUSTPLEASE NOi cant even describe the feeling of pure unadulterated dread that courses through my veins every time someone’s like “oh haha by the way ___ cass said...”I DONT KNOW WHY IT EMBARRASSES ME SO MUCH BUT IT DOES HHH

oh but wait yall are here for tickles arent you so ill throw in a quick mini bonus storyone time during drama my whole class was sitting around each other in a circle and i was sitting beside one of my friends, who i was annoying the shit out of becos im a huge brat, and i dropped something and i bent to pick it up and she suddenly slammed her hand under my arm and started brutally murdering me in front of everyone and didnt stop until i like shrieked out an apology not like shriek but quiet scream beg sdjgskfg

Hedwig: If you went to Hogwarts, what kind of pet would you bring? (ex: cat, owl, rat, frog)

KITTY KITTY KITTY KITTY KITTY KITTY KITTY KITTY KI

Rubeus Hagrid: What is your favorite mystical creature?

mermaiDS!! mermaids are babes!! i wanna be a mermaid!! OR A SELKIE selkies are so pretty maN

Sirius Black: Have you ever been accused of doing something you didn’t do?

yeaH all the TIMEand when nobody believes im innocent its just so upsETTING AH

Argus Filch: What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?

ive actually!! never had a job before oopsBUT UHive been out on the job with my dad before delivering food and god damn people can be such assholes to fast food workers lmao

Cedric Diggory: Have you ever had a near death experience?

YEAH MANY TIMESmy favorite time was almost getting hit by a double decker bus

Minerva McGonagall: What is your favorite spell?

tiggle spell

Remus Lupin: If you transform into any one animal or creature, which one would it be?

K I T T Y

Mad Eye Moody: Who is the bravest person you know?

my mama!! shes gone through so much and shes so strong an i justi love my mommy im sorry 😔

Lily Potter: What color eyes do you have?

blue!! :D

Professor Trelawney: Have you ever dreamt something was going to happen and then it happened?

OOOi had a dream that some guy that i had a crush on in like seventh grade was gonna break up with his girlfriend and it happened a few days later and i was like

😎😎😎

Mr. Ollivander: What would your wand look like?

pretty and pink next question

Cho Chang: If you were on the Quidditch team, what position would you play?

probably chaserim not quick or attentive enough to be a seeker and being a keeper would be p harD BeCOS AGAIN IM NOT FASTmaybe i could disrupt everyone else as a beater butchaser it is :o

Aunt Petunia: What is your favorite flower?

roses!! roses are so pretty i love them so much

#long answers ahhh #THANK YOU ILY #liz peeps™

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doctorofmagic · 5 years

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Can I ask for an analysis of Stephen Strange and Peter Parker’s relationship in the comics?

Greetings and thanks for asking!

Of course! You may ask me anything, I’ll try my best in order to offer the proper answer =]

Well, shall we begin?

The first Spider-man/Doctor Strange team-up happened back in 1965, in Amazing Spider-Man Annual #2.

An evil sorcerer called Xandu hypnotized two strong, random men during a bar fight in order to get the other half of the Wand of Watoomb, which was obviously in the Sanctum Sanctorum.

The men knocked out Stephen and stole the wand, but Spider-man noticed them and took them for burglars. They fought but their strength was incredible - partly due to the spell. Even so, Spider is able to throw a track on them, following the men afterwards until Xandu, whom lived in another dimension.

Meanwhile, Stephen wakes up and, using the Eye of Agamotto, reaches the evil sorcerer’s lair. Spider-man manages to retrieve the wand, but can’t escape the dimension. Then, in astral form, Stephen plants a thought on his mind, suggesting that Spider could use electric wires on those men.

Finally, Spider-man meets Stephen and together they defeat Xandu. Once again using the Eye of Agamotto, he drains the power from the wand to make it harmless and they both return to their dimension. Spider-man and Stephen become friends, though Peter is still incredulous about what happened.

They’ve shared other adventures together, but their relationship is very limited to professionalism among heroes. Spider’s farewells are very funny since Stephen blesses him with some magical entity and he always replies with some silly line such as: “May your cloack of levitation never get lost in the laundry”.

That pretty much sums up their relationship until 2000s when they were part of the same team: the New Avengers v1 and v2 by Brian Michael Bendis. The heroes barely have room to develop their dynamics since the team is huuuuge (Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Iron Fist, Ronin, Echo, Doctor Strange, Spider-Woman, Spider-Man and so on). But you can always read some Peter’s joke about magic or Stephen’s clothes (he finds them fancy).

The best that I can recall from a close, caring conversation between them happened just last year in Doctor Strange #390. Stephen had a terrible year and suffered like a dog (sorry Bats). So Peter tries to cheer him up.

Stephen was working (illegally) as a vet and quited being a sorcerer after Loki stole his place and after all he went through in Damnation arc. But Peter knew Stephen was a true hero even so.

It was very touching considering Peter is always joking about everything and they’re not much close in comics.

Maybe I’m just guessing, but if you’re looking for a dad/son relationship like the MCU fandom likes to portray, I have something to recommend.

For “Peter as a son”, you can check New Avengers v.4 (2010), where he LITERALLY call Steve and Tony his daddy and mommy.

For “Dad Stephen”, I can recommend one of my favorite runs in the whole world: What If - Magik Became Sorcerer Supreme (2018). The narrative follows Illyana if she never joined the New Mutants after escaping Limbo. Stephen adopts her as an apprentice and I dare say as a daughter and it’s just the cutest thing I’ve ever read, I love this issue with all my heart and soul.

That’s pretty much all I can recall. Thank you for dropping an ask!

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance?#ask #doctor strange #stephen strange #peter parker #spider-man #steve rogers #captain america #tony stark #iron man #illyana rasputin #magik #that issue when peter made stony canon oh yes #marvel comics

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micky-ann · 6 years

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there is a VERY disappointing lack of my ot3 in the svtfoe tag.so ive decided to take matters into my own hands

making next gen kids seems to be the Hot Button Topic in this fandom so here some concepts for stomco kids that ive had in my head for a while

more about them under the cut!

Luis- the oldest child and only son of the trio. He’s biologically the son of tom and marco (havent really worked out the logistics yet. might have been magic bullshit or just tom being an Actual Demon who does not follow human concepts of biology.). Luis is a kind-hearted and gentle soul, he takes more after marco as far as personality goes. Hes a bit of a worry-wart like his Papa Marco and his shy personality holds him back from reaching his full potential. he does have small bursts of anger (i use the term small usely. better grab a fire extinguisher folks) but it takes quite a bit to get him to lose his temper. the quickest way to get him angry is to mess with his little sisters, especially lucy who hes very protective of. He has a lot of self esteem issues from being picked on a lot growing up for how he looks. its hard to make friends on Mewni when youre sporting horns, a tail, and some killer fangs. As the first born son, and since Mewni is a matriarchy not a patriarchy, hes been dubbed heir to his fathers thrown in the underworld. although he is recognized as a royal prince of Mewni. luis does have cheek marks, but the only appear when he’s using magic.

Celest- Biologically the daughter of Star and Marco, Celest is the shining sun of the kingdom. She’s the pride of the royal family and heir to the butterfly throne. She takes her role as future queen very seriously and is a bit of an overachiever. Shes a book worm who spends a lot of her time in the castle library, studying spells and magic before she even got the family wand. She can sometimes let her studies take over other aspects of her life and often chided by her parents (mainly her mother) to go out and have fun. she does enjoy going on adventures and is a very curious young girl, and an absolute social butterfly. so while she has no trouble making friends and having fun, she simply believes her time could be better spent being productive. That being said she has a hard time saying no when her siblings want to drag her along on another life threatening adventure. While she fully embraces her title as a princess, it also takes quite the toll on her mentally. She puts an enormous amount of pressure on herself to be the perfect princess, and shes developed a pretty bad complex about it. she puts all her self worth into her duty to her kingdom, and its doing more damage to her psyche than she lets herself realize.

Lucy- The youngest child of the bunch and the biological daughter of tom and star. Lucy is a sweet and fun loving little girl, who takes after her mother largely with her sense of adventure. She loves to pull pranks around the castle and is constantly seeking out mischief to get into. Shes a bit of a menace but ultimately shes just looking for a good time. Being the youngest child, she has no kingdom to inherit and therefore is pretty unsure about her role in the world. Both her sister and her brother spend their lives preparing for one day taking a throne to a kingdom, while she feels left int he background. being a very positive child she tries not to let it get to her, but its always there in the back of her mind and it only becomes a bigger issue for her as time goes on and the time for her siblings to take the throne grows nearer. Despite her more, monstrous appearance, she is pretty confident in how she looks and doesnt have much low self esteem in that department. She got picked on a little bit, but not nearly as bad as her brother did. The only reason for this is because people knew that if the dared mess with lucy, they’d have the wrath of Luis to look forward to. Any comments she does get she just lets them roll off her back. She knows shes a cutie pie, her papa, mommy, and daddy tell her every day how pretty she is. She doesnt need the approval of some stranger to know this. She has a hard time controlling her demonic powers, along with the magic of the butterfly family, this kid is essentially a walking nuke. theres been a looootttta accidents around the castle cuz princess lucy sneezed and blew a ranbow fire bomb threw the wall.

whew that was a lot. anyway i love these kids theyre the best.

#micky doodles #svtfoe #starco #tomstar #tomco #stomco #tomstarco #star vs the forces of evil #star butterfly #tom lucitor #marco diaz #starco child #tomstar child #tomco child #my tag for this is gonna beeee #stomco au

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juice-squid · 6 years

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Just some background

Hey yalls here’s some character backgrounds on my two main AUs of only my characters. Its gonna be a long post so skip if ya don’t wanna see

AKA Skye vs the forces of double dimensions. Basically Star and Tom divorced but had Alexa. Then Star married Marco and had Skye. Skye later convinced her parents to allow her to spend a year in Earth to avoid the ridicule of their subjects since she couldn’t use magic. There she met Quinton and it all turned to shit

Skye:

a precious nervous bean that has a lot of problemos with self esteem

blames herself for mostly everything

unlike star when she went to Earth, Skye tried to hide that she was from Mewni

magic? I don’t know her

loves her friends and big sis

tries dark magic

don’t do dark magic guys

or you’ll turn into a psycho tyrant that kills your loving parents

top 10 anime betrayals

her cheekmarks were inspired by Marco’s cheekmarks and his mole

Quinton:

is a cutie and loves cute things

supports his friends when they need it

a ball of sunshine

acts like a dork to hide his problems

wants to become a fashion designer

contolling parents

rich™

depressed™

ded™

lowkey based of K-pop guys

Alexa:

the angsty teen

e d g y

animu and k-dramas 24/7

anger issues

“alexa play despacito”

protective big sis

has mommy issues

feels neglected

negotiates with everyone

read the fine print bitch you owe me

Bill Cipher but a edgy tomstar vers

bi Felicia

And there’s this AU which I haven’t named yet... but it’s pretty much just a sad romance story

Carter:

tries to act cool but is an actual dork

pining™

whipped

subtle about his crush

but still pretty obvious

really possessive

“Brook is my best friend. Get your own.”

couldn’t give two shits about anyone else

book worm

probably a potterhead at one point

loves to cuddle but doesn’t admit it

Brooklyn:

woke

seems oblivious

actually knows your deepest darkest secrets

probably keeps a journal with them somewhere

loves thrifting

good at cooking and art

doesn’t need a wand

she’s a witch like her momma

super blunt

like to a point where you’ll probably start crying if you want the full truth

can kill you but just too lazy

is a prodigy but doesn’t care

very charismatic

has the potential to be an art ho

her cheekmarks are lotus flowers

#lmao what did i do #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #svtfoe child #starco child #tomstar child #tomkie child #janstar child #skye butterfly diaz #quinton yoo #alexa lucitor #skye vs the forces of double dimensions #carter lucitor #brooklyn ordonia butterfly #digital art #squid draws

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candywrappcr · 6 years

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* pops up from out of nowhere with all my pockets stuffed with food and said food spilling everywhere * listen ……… i’m not cool enough to introduce myself and i’m not gonna bore you to death ( yet ) . to sum it up , i’m NORA but you can also call me a twenty-one year old idiotic nerd . because that is what i am . i should be studying right now , but writing this introduction for my smoll boy of sin is way more fun right now . so get ready for BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR .

BACKSTORY

to clarify, his dad is an ass and deserves what is coming for him in the fourth book of the series. smiley face.

ok so the crouch family is part of the sacred twenty-eight, but other than the most of the families on that list, they don’t really care about blood status or think that purebloods are better than non-purebloods. the crouch family is just simply known for thinking they are better than EVERYONE.

so, his childhood was basically all about his father expecting him to be the best and barty not living up to the standards. as he didn’t display signs of magic at a young age, he was a late bloomer, his father lost interest in him and went back to concentrating on the only thing he loved, his work.

his other had lost his father’s attention years ago and focused on her son completely, home-schooling him and educating him in a warm and nurturing environment. but, as he grew up and his father grew even more distant, never being home, yet expecting perfection to a degree where not even a single hair can be displaced on his mother’s head or where they had to appear as the perfect family to everyone around them, his mother’s mental health crumbled, disappeared and she fell into a deep depression. barty blames his father for his mother’s state.

from that moment he was pretty much raised by his house elf winky until he went off to hogwarts. at first, he didn’t even want to go, he didn’t want to leave his mother alone and he didn’t want to disappoint his father by not being sorted into slytherin.

eventually, he went to hogwarts, was sorted into slytherin and started to roll with the wrong crowd almost immediately. other than that he pretty much had a normal time at hogwarts? just your basic kinda hermoine style nerd doing his best at excelling in every class, preferring the library to any kind of social event and just, getting by.

he hates going back home during the breaks tho, so he will stay in hogwarts for most of christmas, except christmas eve and christmas day where he is ordered back home for the official christmas ceremony & most of summer break where he stays at his aunt’s place with his mother.

PERSONALITY

there is really two sides of one coin when it comes to barty’s personality. on the one hand, there is the gullible, vehement boy, striving to get attention and recognition, someone who is easily manipulated. then, there is the man he is about to become, apathetic and sadistic, too dexterous for his own good, because he will never get a chance to use that mind for anything morally right.

those two parts of his personalities, the boy he had been for the last sixteen years and the man he is about to become are currently fighting for the dominant place in his character, hence he is terribly unstable, something that is only further amplified by the situation at hogwarts.

he can put on a mask to hide his true emotions as easily as he can put on his slytherin tie each morning, which might be one of the reasons he has extreme trust issues. promises are not real and everything is a lie.

there are three people on this planet that he cares about right now. his mother, his house elf winky and himself.

HEADCANONS

he used to be sad about the fact that he couldn’t spend time with his father, but as he grows up, he slowly begins to despise bartemius crouch sr. instead.

for him, the death eaters aren’t about hating on muggleborns and half-bloods. he is completely indifferent when it comes to bloodstatus, he simply dislikes everyone. the reason why he joined the death eaters however is the community, he got accepted and the attention that he craved. he got the father figure he always needed, and the rebellion against his father and everything his father stands for.

barty is a magic nerd. he mastered the hardest potions, is currently working on perfecting non-verbal magic –– last time he tried he turned the sofa in the slytherin common into a living, breathing, human-craving beast instead of turning it blue –– and is one of the best duelists. the only thing he can’t do is perform the patronus spell as he does not have one single happy memory. he also never had a problem using another wand for magic that wasn’t his own, frequently stealing his father’s wand to break the rules and perform a simple spell outside of school. just to annoy his father.

he is currently planning on taking his o.w.l.s in ancient runes, arithmancy, astronomy, care of magical creatures, charms, defense against the dark arts, divination, herbology, history of magic, muggle studies, potions, transfiguartion. as i said, nerd.

he feels strongly for the house elves and their rights, due to being basically raised by one. he does not tolerate anyone treating house elves bad and will get very aggressive.

barty can’t fly. he loves it, but basically ends up like neville in the first movie every time he even comes close to a broom. so, he will just cheer the quidditch teams from the stands.

he has an unyielding 14 inch alder wood wand with a dragon heartstring core. alder wood is a great wood for people who are not dogmatic, but are easily influenced and prefer to be dependent. it’s also great for non-verbal spells. dragon heartstring is however is a very powerful material, for witches and wizards who perform great spells. it also can learn new spells quickly, perfect for this nerd and is easily lured to the dark side.

his amortentia potion scent is a mix of the rose bourbon whiskey his mother keeps hidden in a small compartment in the sitting room, a compartment he knows how to get in to since he was fourteen, the peaches from his aunt’s garden, the scent of old library books and summer rain. this might change, as he has yet to fall in love.

his boggart is himself, worthless and weak. think that time in rick and morty where jerry was imagined as a slug. it’s the reflection of himself that he sees every time he looks in the mirror and the thing he hates the most.

freckles. so MANY FRECKLES. his hair is never messy but his clothes always look like he took hours to steam each crinkle out of his pants before class. also he’s at 1,9m and towering over everyone. generally just looks like a really preppy leech. bc he is long and boyish-thin. haha. get it. also watch druck i beg of you.

CONNECTIONS

ok how about someone who is in the deatheater movement and ends up being basically an older brother and mentor for barty? that would be rad. just a head’s up, barty would probably end up workshipping his mentor as he has daddy issues.

someone preferably from year seven who he has a crush on? like it’s obviously never going to work out and his crush is nothing serious, but there would be something about her that reminds him of his mother –– in a non-creepy way i swear –– that would cause him to crush on her? also he might have mommy issues too. just issues.

#sixthyearsquad. because just because.

roommates? yes please?

someone he meets and ends up being like fuck i care about you? what’s happening? might be romantic or not, but dude needs an emotional anchor.

also he needs friends. he has none right now.

but also enemies? because enemies are fun and so angsty. maybe someone he used to be friends of but now “ can’t ” because they are possibly muggleborn or an order member?

now, if you read through all this above, here is a cute vine of a puppy and you can either like this post and i will message you or you can message me directly after reading this because you want to plot with this trashbag.

#000 / ooc . ⏤⏤ ❨ goodbye mission control ; thanks for trying . ❩#epoch.intro

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