#she’s a nasty witch and her karma will come

[chrollohearttags]

meg baby, I promise we’ll all look the other way if you decide to strangle that chimera ant built bitch. I promise we won’t say nothing.

#nicki got to be one of the nastiest bitches I’ve ever seen in my life #you ain’t had a fucking hit in 10 yrs good enough to act the way you do #it’s crazy it took her being so vile to meg for ppl to get it #it’s always ‘protect blk women’ w/her until it’s somebody she don’t like lmao #and her only beef with her is that she collabed with cardi #the only one who stuck by her side mind you so ofc she #she’s been terrible and I remember back in 2017 when ppl jumped me for ‘defending a Latina woman’ over her #the same bitch that co opted a hashtag meant for missing and murdered blk women for her own bullshit #while cardi was using her platform to speak up for breonna Taylor and police brutality? oh okay #she’s a nasty witch and her karma will come #rap beef aside #‘how you got 3 Grammys and can’t stay on beat?’ #how are you the supposed queen and been rapping since Jesus was in Jerusalem but have zero? #bringing up her dead mother..you deserve to rot #cherry chats 🍒 #I’m so happy cardi no longer feeds into her bullshit and lets her stupid ass talk to the wall #all the new girls are outshining her and I’m so glad they don’t have to grovel to her #the fact that these girls just came out and are her competition says more abt nicki than it does Meg cardi latto or anybody else #her peers should be missy kim queen latifah etc #and yet she’s linking up with 23 year olds and beefing with girls 20 years her junior #guess that predator spirit run in the family huh

[texasjen13]

I have done a reading also and I have also seen that there is a going to be court case between them and it’s gonna get nasty and get out there like Johnny Depp and Amber Heard both will be publicly humiliated due to this!

Also the brand deals they have had will sue them too due to the money lost as both have been paid and have been lazy in the promotions so will CAA especially with her as they made a bad investment in her!

🐟 is wanting to take him for every penny but due to her doing black magic she will end up bankrupt and deported from the USA for good due to all her illegal activities and fraudulent activities also.

She thought she could get away with it being manipulative and lies!

🐟 family are known as scammers in Lisbon as they are part of a dark magic cult she also had succabus energy as she is one evil entity as is her whole family!

Every time I attempt to read 🐟 energy it automatically makes me nauseous as this is a sign for dark magic and to stop it being immediately.

🐟 has also been told by other tarot readers to stop asking for readings on his true FS that he does know. She’s been trying to mold herself and copy FS energy and looks as the 🐟 looks completely opposite.

She’s even bought a bible to try and stop her karma it won’t help her one bit 😈

The racist has tried to take someone’s destiny and you know like me you can’t mess around with the divine as the karma will be bad.

She does lurk and sends in hateful anons to the tarot readers left as she’s delusional as she thinks she’s a high priestess!! More like in reverse! Which means witch or dark magic practitioner!

She may also try to put out his secrets out on social media but it will fail as she’s a known liar and will try to play victim but no one will believe her.

Also her truth about being an escort will come out also as mud will be slung from both parties but he will be the victor!

His family have been rejected and turn down by people in his community to help out with his mother’s theatre school with auction prizes. The reason being is due to having associating with and nazi and playing along with this charade!

Hence why they are auctioning off time with family members as they are desperate as I see the theatre group closing down due to insufficient funds!

All us readers predicted that a young woman would bring his towers down and make his life fall apart! We predicted this well before she came into the picture!

I’m sorry you get hateful asks but people with the gifts we have will always have hate sent our way due to jealousy. I will always have respect for my fellow intuitives💜

Thank you💙💙💙💙

[indramond]

Entitlement & Racism (Long Read)

The whole "Citi Bike Karen" incident has been on my mind a lot lately. It's made me think about my own noxious and traumatic encounters with people who were entitled. Entitled to think that they have more of a right to something or to be present some where than I do. Case in point...Halloween 2016.

I took my then 9 year old daughter to trick or treat downtown in a neighboring town. There was a bouncy house in the parking lot of a local church who was putting on a Halloween carnival. I took my daughter over there and noticed an older woman in the bounce house, holding a baby with a small boy blocking the entrance to it. The woman was either white or racially ambiguous. The two children, I assume were her grandchildren, were white. I politely said "excuse me" so my daughter could get into the bouncy house as the little boy was blocking the entry. The woman "oh he has to stand there because I'm watching him". I'm thinking to myself "okay but why does he have to stand in front of the entrance?" She could've had him move off to the see where she can still see him if he didn't/couldn't come inside. She saw that we were standing there and refused to make her grandson move so we could get in. I tried to get my daughter to just go around the little boy and she refused. I tried to encourage her to just go in, and she kept saying "I can't". Despite the fact she made no effort to try. Then I proceeded to kneel down to ask the little boy to step aside so my daughter could get in. I was also preparing my mouth to regulate his grandmother if she she decided to protest. Unfortunately my daughter thought I was being mean and proceeded to yell "Mommy, stop it you're being mean". Needless to say I became upset and embarrassed, I grabbed my daughter by the hand, and we left. Once we got home, I told my mother what happened and she proceeded to tell my daughter it wasn't her place to interfere with "grown folks business". Apparently she had acted that way with my mother before. So my mother took her trick or treating around the neighborhood because she was crying. After they got home, I grounded her for 3 days. Going back to the woman in the bouncy house, there was another little boy that had to politely ask the woman to move so he could get out. He kept saying "excuse me" twice but the second time he had to be more loud and assertive to get her to listen and move. I wish I had been like that during this situation.

As someone said on Reddit: "There are some people who feel entitled to control others and think the world evolves around them". The woman in my bouncy house encounter and the "Citi Bike Karen" woman are prime examples, and I do believe race played a factor in both scenarios. Given that the town my daughter and I were in is not very diverse and predominately white. I have been in other situations where I was made to feel uncomfortable, out of place, and unwelcome as the only black person in the group or class. I was made to feel that I had no right to be there because I was a black female. They may not have outright said that. However the microaggressions said it for them.

I made a vow after Halloween 2016 that I was no longer going to tolerate prejudice and passive aggressive behavior from others. I pick and choose my battles but will also let someone know when they're out of pocket. The Citi Bike woman should not have been rewarded $120k+ via GoFundMe for a problem that SHE caused which resulted in her nasty behavior and character being exposed. She will get her karma along with the nasty old witch from the bouncy house. Hopefully sooner than later but eventually they'll get it.

Peace & Love- E

[crsuniverse]

My ass tired n fed up dun on these god damn fucked up social platforms I'm tired of the schemes the scams n the ppl acting like certain pll famous n fake as hell tryna always get money cards wtf ever so I knw from here uno I knw the fucked up shit you n yur nasty skankin stankin succubus kitchen Wana be witch n yal both fly back to hell uv hurt me lied to me Ben part of the scamming yur damn self yes I do fucking knw everything now so take Yur back to hell to her daddy n whn u r true n coming at me n want this for real than uno exactly what to do n that grow a pair or a set don't knw if that's all fake or not too and get a damn backbone send here back to hell to her daddy n live yur life n be happy n healthy n in love n major abundance instead now u stuck n both goin dwn now I warned u not to hurt me ever again with yur fake ass promises n yur lies manipulation n schemes all plats are or will be gone n making sure if u Wana c or talk to me ul come to me nthe god damn clock is ticking comprenda what uv n yurs ha e done is cost major karma reap what u let tue little kitchen which put spells n curses to rid of an Earth angel n yur the one true love n now u can suck her nasty stinking ass n keep yur fucking palaligamy infested relationships n keep trying to kill me n jealous of me for what bitch u got the infection n stank lmao karma a bitch n got u both so send her back to her daddy inhell n find yur true great divine m trust n believe in the true way life works or u dixna x by the great divine or oh I forgot u sold yur soul to her daddy so just go with her since she yur choice cause this Earth angel will not be nobody option but the only mother trucking option or face the great divine himself for denying the greatest gift of all sent especially for u better have yur succubus look that one up n help u with that dumbasses really u can't n now will nvr touch this nor be n the presence of here angic face damn u get with a loser n u go d from bna king dwn to a a real fucking joke so if u aren't coming in emperor king like energy with a true heart don't come at all cause I will clean house n use u n her both to clean up the mess u n her have made fucked with the wrong one Babycakes I begged n begged u to stop this n a yr later it's all ike ground hog day same shit different scan different day u forget I've heard every one so not more u can take from me ever again n almost died to omg wtf is seriously wrong with u me I c mine was divine true love n u fucked that all yo so now I'm the dark angel better whatchasbacks cause she is 1st I forwarned u there no games here u may like to play but better learn how 1st cause u c who the winner is hellllll yeeeahhhh

[collabwithmyself]

OKAY I FINALLY HAVE AN OUTLINE FOR MY DEMON/PREACHER AU. I really only have an EXTREMELY rough outline for the trilogy and you can definitely tell I crafted it around the wrightworth but here we go

⚠ themes of religious abuse

- The Feys are witches who are well versed in demonology and live in the mountains above the main town the story is set in, everyone just kind of minds their own business because you don't wanna mess with witches

- The von Karmas are highly religious and essentially have a stranglehold on the town and have taught them all to fear the supernatural

- Larry accidentally summons Phoenix, a demon, as a kid and Miles protects Phoenix from persecution long enough to ask Gregory for help, who seeks out Misty to send Phoenix back home

- Manfred murders Gregory for consorting with demons and witches and undermining his teachings, and makes it out to look as though a demon had done it, which makes Miles think it was his fault for bringing a demon into their home

- Miles is adopted by Manfred and raised to help spread his teachings and keep the town under his control

- Manfred is slowly turning public opinion against witches in the hopes of chasing them off, and Miles and Franziska are taught to hate witches and demons

- At some point Phoenix is summoned by Dahlia as a means of protection, and he becomes infatuated with her

- Mia frees Phoenix from Dahlia and seals her powers, but Phoenix doesn't want to go back to Hell because he's curious about what he's missed and the mortal realm is a LOT nicer than what he's used to

- Phoenix gets taught how to take on a human guise and slips away from Mia while on a trip to the village at the base of the mountain to find Miles

- He winds up attending one of the sermons and sees just how bad Miles has gotten, and resolves to break von Karma's control over him and the rest of the village

- Mia doesn't like going back to the mountains but often visits Maya and Pearl there, and when she brings Phoenix along Phoenix immediately gets attached to them

- Maya wants to go down and see the village but it's not safe since she's a witch and people are a lot less cool with witches than they used to be

- Maya convinces Phoenix to sneak to the village with her since he's been there before and can cover for her, but Miles catches her doing magic

- It almost goes VERY badly but Phoenix reveals himself to Miles and demands he let Maya go

- Miles does so and instantly starts struggling with his morality and prejudices and has to hide what happened from von Karma

- Phoenix starts paying more visits to Miles and getting him to come out of his shell and take risks and appreciate the supernatural instead of condemning it, along with just enjoying the simple pleasures of life he's always denied himself

- von Karma eventually catches on and puts Miles on public trial for consorting with demons and witches, accusing him of endangering the town and turning against God

- Phoenix and Maya defend him as well as they can without revealing themselves, but when Manfred attempts to claim Miles summoned the demon that killed his father, Phoenix reveals himself to call bullshit. No demons were ever summoned in that home, and Miles was framed.

- Phoenix outs Manfred as Gregory's true killer, and the town is outraged. Karmic justice is soon brought about, leaving Miles completely lost as to what he should do with his life and looking to Phoenix for answers

- Miles winds up taking a sabbatical to figure out on his own what his faith means to him, and Phoenix is distraught by being abandoned

- Phoenix holes up with the Feys because he is NOT safe with Franziska desperately attempting to reassert control over the village

- Maya gets in trouble again though, due to a clash between Morgan, current head of the Feys, and Franziska, and Phoenix has to go rescue Maya, sort out the mess with Morgan, and give Franziska a good talking to about her own prejudices

- I really think Phoenix and Franziska should properly talk about their trauma from Miles apparently dying, and von Karma's effects on his children

- Franziska is called away to deal with a demon summoning, and Phoenix and Maya go with her, only for Maya and Franziska to both get incapacitated. Some demons are in fact wicked, and the demon summoned, de Killer, is a nasty one with a wretched reputation

- Edgeworth shows back up again and Phoenix is fucking pissed but needs help finding who summoned de Killer, while Maya and Franziska have to work together to overpower the demon and escape his clutches

- Phoenix and Miles manage to find and subdue Engarde, and while Maya and Franziska couldn't stop de Killer from escaping back to Hell, they're safe and sound

- Miles has a lengthy discussion with the others about why he left, and specifically talks with Franziska about redefining their faith and what it means to aid others

- Bounty hunter Godot shows up. No one is happy about this. He was previously attacked by Dahlia and separated from Mia, and mistakenly believes Phoenix is still Dahlia's puppet

- Miles and Maya are pretty quick to jump to Phoenix's defense, though Franziska still has her misgivings about him

- Godot starts trying to seek out Dahlia, who's been imprisoned in the mountains, and when he kills her, her powers are unsealed and she becomes a terrifyingly powerful poltergeist

- She does still have a lingering connection to Phoenix that makes him physically ill and threatens to tear him apart if he doesn't listen to her, and the best way to protect him is for him not to have a physical form - as in, possessing someone

- Miles volunteers himself as a temporary vessel for Phoenix, and the two work together with Maya, Franziska, and Godot to send Dahlia to Hell where she belongs

Mia is alive, she's just off doing her own thing. She comes back and it's like. Pizza fire gif. Her ex boyfriend who she thought died is holding the body of Dahlia, that stupid preacher she butted heads with once is currently being possessed by Phoenix, her sister is making out with the other preacher, everything is on fire,

#demonix au #collab rambles

[babymetaldoll]

Act one (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Requested: Yes. Hello hello @meowiemari​ 

Summary: Spencer's girlfriend is a sweetheart, but he discovers a new side of her when she gets the lead on a play, and she portraits an unsub.

Category: Hardcore fluff 💜 (you know that's how we roll here)

Warnings: Maybe a little cursing here and there, but that's it.

Word count: 3,7K

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Spencer's girlfriend was a sweetheart. (Y/N) was the kind of girl who you thought might actually be a Disney princess in a different universe. She was adorable. Garcia was crazy for her, Morgan adored her, JJ thought of her as a little sister, and Prentiss always tried (and failed) to make (Y/N) curse once each time she saw her. They loved her.

And, of course, Spencer loved his girlfriend. He couldn't deny it. He didn't even try to do it. He knew he was young. He was just 25, after all. But he already knew she was the love of her life. Derek would always tease him about it, joking about how he was ready to propose to her, even after just six months of dating.

Spencer would laugh, but deep down, he knew Derek was right. (Y/N) was just perfect for him. She was the sweetest girl everywhere she went. That's why everybody was in shock when over dinner in Penelope's, she announced to the team she might play a serial killer in a play she was putting on with her drama group.

- "Oh, honey"- Penelope smiled and caressed her hand on the table- "There's no way you can actually pull that off."

- "What? Why?"- (Y/N) asked, confused, as the whole team nodded in agreement with Garcia's words.

- "You are too sweet to portray a killer nurse!"- Prentiss added

- "Well, I am not going actually to do it. I have to learn my lines and all, but I'm the substitute for the part."

- "Substitute?"- Spencer frowned, in shock- "What do you mean? You are amazing!"

- "Yeah, well, apparently not as amazing as Rachel Cooper. She got the lead role, again."- (Y/N) smiled and took a sip of her wine- "But, anyway, if anything happens, it's on, and I'll play a mass murderer nurse."

- "You are too sweet for that role, baby face"- Derek smiled at his friend and shook his head- "But you'd make an amazing job."

- "Thank you, Morgan. It's a little upsetting, 'cos I know I could do great. But well, I guess Rachel Cooper is gonna do an amazing job, and everybody's gonna be happy. It's really a team effort after all, and we are all there to have fun."

- "See?"- Penelope pointed at her- "You are too sweet to portrait a serial killer."

Spencer held (Y/N)'s hand on their walk back to her place and kissed it several times. She blushed and smiled at him as they talked of anything and everything.

- "Please don't hate me, but I'm kind of glad you didn't get the part."- Spencer confessed when they were about to reach (Y/N)'s door.

- "Why?"- she didn't get what he was talking about, especially considering she was dying to get that role in that play.

- "Because the guys are right, you are too sweet to play a mass murderer."

- "That's the idea of acting, Spencer, portraying someone you are not, and making your best to fit the role and convince the audience."

(Y/N) whispered and sighed as they walked the last couple of steps in silence.

Reid felt he had ruined it.

- "I'm sorry, buttercup. I know you'd do a great job. I was just trying to cheer you up."

- "I know, honey. It's ok."- (Y/N) whispered and cut him a small smile. She knew he was sincere.

- "I'll call you tomorrow."- Spencer said as they said their goodbyes on her apartment's door.

- "I had a great time tonight."- she answered and felt his lips on her for a second. She sighed and leaned over to kiss him again as soon as Spencer moved from her. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him for a moment.

- "I'm sorry you didn't get the part, (Y/N)."- Spencer murmured and looked into her eyes in adoration.

- "It's ok, Spencer."

- "You'd make an adorable killer nurse."- and she giggled as she felt his lips against hers. It was his favorite sound in the world, and it made Spencer feel butterflies in his whole body each time she laughed like that. So sweetly and bubbly.

- "You are just saying that 'cos you love me,"- she whispered and kissed him again. Spencer chuckled and thought he could love her even if she actually were a murderer.

During the next couple of weeks, (Y/N) divided her time after work between Spencer and rehearsals with her drama club. And each time she was at the theater, she was happy. She had a fantastic group of friends to have fun with. Except for Rachel Cooper. She was the exception of the whole gang. Actually, no one really liked her much. She had a nasty attitude toward everybody in the club. She acted like life was still the same as it was in high school. She thought she was one of the popular girls, and no one could mess with her.

No one but karma, apparently.

- "(Y/N)!! (Y/N)!! Where the hell are you?!"- everybody in the place could hear Rachel yelling backstage, looking for (Y/N).

- "I'm here! What is it?"- the girl waved and continued painting part of the background of the play.

- "I need you to sew my dress!"- Rachel commanded and literally threw her outfit on (Y/N)'s face.

- "You were supposed to have it done already! The premier is tomorrow!"

(Y/N) sighed and smiled at Rachel. Of all the people in the club, (Y/N) was the only one who didn't hate her. If anything, (Y/N) was the only one who was still somehow friendly with her. Why? 'Cos she couldn't' help it. She was just too nice for her own good.

- "Give me ten minutes, Rachel. You'll have it ready for the rehearsal"- (Y/N) answered and smiled- "Just let me wash my hands. I don't want this to be all covered with paint."

- "You better don't!"- Rachel mumbled and walked away.

- "How on earth can you be so nice with that bitch?!"- Tina turned to (Y/N) and raised an eyebrow- "Each time I hear her talk, I have to make a major effort not to break her fake nose against a wall"

- "Come on!"- (Y/N) frowned and shook her head- "She is just nervous. She is the lead. You know that can get to you when you are performing."

- "She was born being the lead. The lead witch of the meanest coven I've ever seen"- Tina added and shook her head- "Honey, you are too sweet with her, and people like her eat nice girls like you for breakfast.·

- "I'm not gonna change who I am just 'cos she is mean. And she hasn't done anything to me."

- "(Y/N)!"- Rachel yelled- "That dress is not going to sew itself!"- Tina looked at (Y/N) right into the eyes, and the girl just smiled.

- "She is just nervous. Don't be mean."

But Rachel wasn't friendly. Not with (Y/N), and not with anyone in the whole club. For twenty-two years old, she could be very juvenile. (Y/N) could understand her, though. She didn't know why, but she couldn't be mad at Rachel. If anything, she felt sorry for her. (Y/N) was sure it had to be a burden to be like that, and she bet Rachel didn't know better.

- "Hello?"- (Y/N) walked into Rachel's dressing room and picked up the phone, excited to read Spencer's name on the screen.

- "Hello princess, how are you?"

- "Hello honey, I miss you so much."- (Y/N) replied and nearly sighed just by hearing Spencer's voice at the other side of the line.

- "I miss you too, Bunny. I'm calling from the airport with good news, though. We are on our way back home."

- "Really? You caught the bad guy?!"- the way (Y/N) asked about the case made her sound younger and more naive than she was. Spencer smiled and blushed, imagining her shiny eyes and her excited face. Rachel cleared the throat and handed (Y/N) the dress and the sewing kit.

- "Yes, we'll be back home tonight, so do you wanna grab a late dinner with me?"

- "Of course! I'm in rehearsal right now, wanna meet at my place? I'll ask for some take-out from your favorite Korean place."

- "Sounds like a plan. See you later, princess."

- "I love you, Spencer."

- "I love you too."- Rachel rolled her eyes as (Y/N) placed her phone back in her pocket and started sewing her dress.

- "So, you have a boyfriend?"- the way Rachel asked that question made it sound like it was something shocking and improbable to happen.

- "Yes, Spencer and I have been dating for over half a year already,"- (Y/N) answered proudly

- "Spencer, uh?"- Rachel repeated his name and looked at (Y/N), raising an eyebrow- "And what does he do?"

- "He works at the FBI"- the girl answered with a big proud smile- "He is a profiler at the BAU."

- "What does that mean? Does he makes good money?"

(Y/N) chuckled and shook her head. She didn't even know if Spencer made good money or not at his job. But she knew the most important thing about it: that he loved what he did for a living and that he was happy going to work every day, 'cos he had the chance to save people's lives.

- "He analyzes the behavior of mass murderers and catches serial killers."- (Y/N) explained with pride in her voice- "He has been out of town for two weeks, and he just called to tell me he is coming back home."

- "Does he travel often?"- Rachel asked and raised an eyebrow staring at (Y/N), who smiled and nodded, sewing her dress.

- "Yes, he and the team have to work across the country."

- "So, how do you deal with all the cheating?"

- "What?"- (Y/N) frowned and looked at Rachel for a moment, confused and shocked by her words.

- "Oh, come ok, honey. If he travels so much, it's only obvious he must have some flings now and then. After all, he is a man."

- "You don't know Spencer. He is not like that"- (Y/N) answered and returned to her job. Rachel stood up and sighed.

- "Oh honey, I know men, and they are all the same. They can't keep it in their pants."

And after those poisonous words, Rachel chuckled and walked out of the room.

(Y/N) tried not to think about what she had just heard. Instead, she continued sewing and repeated to herself Rachel had no idea what she was talking about. It was clear someone had broken her heart, and now Rachel couldn't trust anyone. Maybe she didn't want anyone to trust anyone anymore. Whatever was the reason, (Y/N) felt it didn't mean Rachel was a bad person, only someone who had gone through some bad situation that had gotten the best of her.

(Y/N) made a mental note to invite her for ice cream or some tea after the play and talk. Maybe what Rachel needed was a friend.

- "Help!! Help me!"- someone yelling took (Y/N) from her thoughts and made her jump from her spot and run outside.

- "Help me! Please!!"

- "What happened?"- (Y/N) and the rest of the drama club found Rachel on the floor, crying in pain.

- "I was trying on the shoes for the play, and I think I sprained my ankle!"- Rachel yelled and hit the floor- "Call a fucking medic!"

- "Fucking call a medic yourself!"- Tina answered and turned around- "You have a fucking cellphone in your hand. Probably you fell 'cos you were too busy taking selfies to look where you were going."

- "I'll help you. Just stay still."- (Y/N) whispered and kneeled next to Rachel- "Let me get you some ice."

- "Hurry up!!"- Rachel grunted, crying. Tina rolled her eyes and turned around to go back to what she was doing.

- "That bitch doesn't deserve your help."

- "I need your help!"- (Y/N) nearly tackled Spencer as soon as he showed up at her door later that night.

- "Hello to you too, princess"- he answered and kissed her lips, chuckling.

- "Sorry, hi, how are you? How was your flight?"- she asked all the questions at once as she held his hand and crawled him into her apartment.

- "I'm so happy to see you!"- he said and smiled, keeping his eyes on her. (Y/N) walked around, searching for something.

- "Here!"- and when she found it, she handed it to Spencer and smiled- "I need your help!"

- "What is it, bunny?"

- "Remember the play I'm in? That I'm the substitute for the lead role?"

- "Yes, I remember."

- "The play is tomorrow, and two hours ago, Rachel Cooper sprained her ankle doing wardrobe fitting. And now I am going to be the mass murdered nurse killing it in the play!"- (Y/N) smiled and hugged Spencer.

- "Oh! But I feel so bad Rachel is hurt. I sent her chocolates and flowers. I hope that cheer her up a little bit."

- "Wait, wait, wait! Are you telling me my girlfriend is going to be the lead in the play?"- Spencer asked her, surprised. (Y/N) just nodded frenetically, and he hugged her again.

- "Buttercup! This is great!"

- "But I need your help with my lines! Please help me, Obi-Wan."

- "I'm guessing those are not your line."- Spencer joked, and (Y/N) giggled.

- " I only had one whole rehearsal today, and that's it. I need to work on my lines with someone for tomorrow."

Spencer stared at her excited and happy smile, and it didn't matter that he was exhausted from the travel and the last two weeks of work. He couldn't say no to that smile.

- "Of course I'll help you!"- (Y/N) clapped and jumped on her stop.

- "Thank you so much!"

- "But please tell me you got me tickets for tomorrow."

- "For you and the rest of the team, if they want to go."- (Y/N) replied and kissed her boyfriend's lips- "Thank you, Spencer. You are the best."

The next evening, Spencer dragged the whole team along with him to see (Y/N)'s play. He had never been more excited about going to the theater before. He had bought (Y/N) flowers, and he made sure to have the best seats in the whole place.

- "Ok, pretty boy,"- Morgan chuckled as he noticed Spencer kept fidgeting his fingers nonstop- "Why are you so nervous? It's just a play for fun."

- "I don't know. I just want (Y/N) to enjoy her time and be proud of what she does."

- "I'm sure she will"- Penelope smiled at Reid and tapped on his arm- "I'm just scared she is too sweet to portrait an unsub."

- "Yeah, me too!"- JJ whispered and shook her head.

- "But the kid is a good actress, and she is going to be great,"- Derek added and turned to Spencer- "You've seen her acting before. Is she good?"

- "Yes, very."

- "You are not a reliable source"- Prentiss argued and opened a bag of jelly beans- "You are having sex with her. You are not objective."

Spencer wanted to argue with Emily, but he couldn't even make a sound. He felt so embarrassed and mortified with Prentiss's comment, and he couldn't even talk about the subject.

The lights went out, and the audience started clapping. Spencer's stomach tightened as he held his breath. He was more nervous than (Y/N) was, and she was the one walking into the stage that very same second.

An hour had passed, and Spencer Walter Reid couldn't move. He was glued to his seat, and his eyes could barely even blink. He was hypnotized by the beauty of the woman on that stage. A woman who looked so much like his girlfriend but acted entirely differently.

Was it wrong to feel so attracted by someone who was portraying a mass murderer? Was it considered cheating being drawn in such a profound way to someone who was nothing like his girlfriend, even when it was actually his girlfriend?

Spencer couldn't move. He could barely register what was going on around him and how Penelope giggled when she noticed (Y/N) hypnotized Reid in a way that only a man under a spell could be.

And that spell was lust.

When the play was over, Spencer stood up and clapped until his hands hurt. (Y/N) looked at him and smiled sweetly, thinking she couldn't believe what had just happened. She was the lead role on a play, and she nailed it. She had killed it. Literally, 'cos she had killed pretty much the whole cast during the show. She had been someone completely different than she was in real life, and she loved it. It had been fun, and she felt proud of her job.

- "Munchkin!!"- Penelope yelled as soon as she saw (Y/N) walking to them backstage- "You were amazing!!"

- "Thank you so much, Penelope!!"- (Y/N) chuckled and hugged her friend- "I'm so happy you are all here!"

- "You are the only unsub we are looking for tonight, pretty girl!"- Derek hugged her too, and his words made her laugh

- "You are definitely some actress! I couldn't believe that was really you!"

(Y/N) knew she was blushing as Emily complimented her acting. The girl nodded and hugged JJ, to then look behind her friend to find one shy Spencer Reid staring at her in deep love and adoration.

- "Hi. I think I saw you clapping in the audience,"- (Y/N) joked and walked over to Spencer. He opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came from his lips, 'cos his eyes were on (Y/N)'s clothing.

She was still wearing the nurse outfit from the play. And though it wasn't necessarily sexy (not in the sexy nurse costume you usually see), it did things to him. Things Spencer had to suppress to act like a human being of his friends were there too.

- "You were incredible"- that was all Reid could mumble as he hugged his girlfriend and gave her the flowers he had gotten for her.

- "Thank you, honey"- (Y/N) hugged him and noticed how his arms held her tighter and closer. She knew Spencer wasn't very comfortable being physical with her around his friends, especially around Derek, 'cos he would tease them until Garcia smacked him.

But that night, Spencer didn't really care. In fact, he couldn't help it. He needed to feel her, to touch her, to kiss her. And so he did. He kissed (Y/N) slowly at first, his lips recognizing hers and enjoying her softness. But within seconds, his kiss got hungrier and more passionate. It was a kiss that he had been imagining for the last hour and a half, watching her acting. And he didn't know how to control that passion anymore.

- "Woo, kid! Slow down!"- Derek chuckled and started joking, but Spencer didn't even pay attention to him. His hands held (Y/N) closer, cupping her face against him, making her moan softly.

- "Ok, ok, please stop! This is disturbing!!"- Garcia complained, but they didn't break the kiss either- "Ok, we'll wait outside, come on, Derek!"

- "Kid, what's..."- But Morgan couldn't continue making fun of Spencer, 'cos Penelope literally dragged him outside, along with Emily and JJ, who were laughing.

(Y/N) giggled, but Spencer didn't break the kiss. His tongue played between her lips slowly, and his hands moved slowly down her back until they reached her waist.

- "I have the feeling you really like me on this play,"- (Y/N) whispered, as her lips rubbed her boyfriend's as she spoke. He chuckled and nodded, deepening the kiss again.

- "Very much."

- "Is it the outfit?"- (Y/N) asked and rested her forehead against Spencer's. He sighed and looked at her for a second.

- "If I have to be honest, I think it was the whole thing,"- he confessed, blushing. For someone who had shamelessly made out with his girlfriend in the middle of a room filled with strangers, he was suddenly timid.

- "You were so different, and... please don't get me wrong. I love you, and I love who you are. But the way you acted... how you played the role of a mean girl..."

- "Did that turn you on?"- (Y/N) whispered, feeling her cheeks turning all shades of pink. Spencer chuckled and bit his lips. He couldn't even speak, so he just nodded and looked at his girlfriend.

- "Do you wanna know something that might make you happy?"

- "What?"- even when they were incredibly close, and no one could hear what they were talking about, (Y/N) leaned in and whispered in his ear.

- "Rachel Cooper's outfit didn't fit me, so I had to buy this one. Which means, I'm gonna take this nurse back home with me, in case you wanna play with her later"- Spencer wide opened his eyes and looked at her, gulping.

- "Really?"

- "Yes, Doctor Reid. Now I suggest you be good and behave in front of your friends. We'll talk about this when we are back in my place. Ok?"- Spencer's words got caught in his throat when he heard (Y/N) giving him commands. All he managed to do was to nod, and her lips sealed the deal with a hot sloppy kiss.

Who could have imagined two nice kids were going to find out they were both pretty dirty at the very same time?

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A Witch and A Hick

'Meet cute nasty.'

Hi! I'm back kinda? I'm just here to post this lil self insert story of me and Lester Sinclair from House of Wax. He doesn't get enough love and I wanna kiss him so much.

I may change the title, is Lester a Hick????? He can be if you don't think to hard about it. Idk how many chapters this'll be bc its just me writing lol. This also got up to almost 2k words so 😳😳

Also @darling-disastrous here it is uwu

The vans brakes squeal as the girl presses down on them, Elizabeth Mayfield bounced back from the vans push. Her hair covers her face, It's filled with leaves, crystals and hair wraps on single strands. 

"Oh shut it Chariot." She grumbles and smacks the steering wheel, putting the van in park as she looks around her surroundings. 

Parked in a gas station parking lot, barely anybody around and the moon is high and bright, 

"Good night for a reading huh?" She turns to ask the dog in the back of the van. Who raises his head from the mattress in the back, the mutt puts his head back down. Turning on the roof light as she walks, 

"Move over, Mac." She grabs the cards from her bag. Pushing past the hanging crystals and dreamcatchers, she sits next to the dog. 

She hums and closes her eyes as she shuffles the cards. Letting her mind empty itself, her breathing is in sync with the dogs. Setting the cards in a pile of four, she draws the first card. It tells her what's at hand, seven of cups. She raises a brow, 

"Love?" She looks at her dog who sniffs her wrist covered in homemade bracelets, she smiles. Her face heating up, 

"Love." 

The second card speaks of the past and how it's changed her, six of cups reversed. 

"Try to be easy going, I was and I am." She puts the card back in the stack and pulls the 3rd, this will offer her food for thought. 

The high priestess shows, 

"Act more on feelings than facts. Is what I'm doing not enough?" She gestures to her van, hinting at her traveling lifestyle. 

"Is this what you're referencing to?" She lifts the seven of cups and places the two cards down together. Shaking her head she lifts the final card, which tells her a course of action she can take. The chariot arrives in her hand. 

"Again, is what I'm doing not enough?" She says out loud, 

"I named the van after this card. Come on give me a break." She says to no one but Mac listens. 

"Should we go further?" She pets the mutt who leans into her hand, 

"Maybe somewhere, where nobody will bother us." She mumbles and lays on the mattress, 

"Maybe I can be a forest witch," she mumbles and closes her eyes, letting sleep take over. 

Lester spits on the ground, he looks up at the bright moon as it shines through the woods. The music plays gently in the background, 

He hums along with the tune of 'season of the witch.' And pats his thighs to the rhythm, 

"Purdy night ain't it, Jonesy?" He asks the dog that sits on the back of the truck with him. She licks his face and he laughs. 

The sun peeks through the back doors, waking the girl in the van. She hums and sits up, Mac is standing in front of her ready to go. 

"Good idea." She says and takes him out to use the bathroom. When she puts Mac back in the van she tries to figure out where she is exactly. 

She knows she's landed herself in Louisiana, but most of the state looks the same. So she heads in the gas station, In the traffic mirror hanging above the entrance she gets a glimpse of herself. 

Elizabeth wears a long black slitted skirt, both sides are cut and her legs show when she walks. Her tank is wrinkled and her shawl is tempted to fall from her shoulders, she fixes it quickly and holds her side bag close. 

"Can I help you?" The cashier, an older woman asks and Elizabeth blinks. Back in reality, she nods. 

"Actually yes, two things. Where am I?" She asks and the woman points to the pamphlets nearby, 

"Smallwood. Okay, and uh can I use your bathroom?" 

"Gotta buy something first." The woman huffs and Elizabeth quickly searches for some travel food and drinks, 

Her only source of income is tarot reading strangers and selling the jewelry she makes. Not a lot but enough if you make the prices almost criminal. 

Grabbing some powdered donuts, quickly she pays for them and runs to the bathroom. Quickly she fixes herself up, putting on dark eyeliner only to smudge it and swiping on dark lip gloss. She smiles at her dark makeup, it simply makes her happy. Stepping out the bathroom quietly, in hopes of not gaining any attention she tries to leave silently. 

But her eyes catch a drink, staring at the energy drink from the fridge. She looks up at the cashier who's glaring at her. 

In a flash Elizabeth quickly snatches the drink and runs from the building, Mac barks from in the van and the woman hollers. 

"Get back here you freak!" The cashier screams and Elizabeth laughs as she runs. The needed adrenaline pumping through her, slamming the van open she gets in. 

Grabbing her keys, the van sputters and spits. 

"Come on, Chariot! Come on!" Elizabeth yells as she turns the key, the van rumbles as the cashier starts to run towards it. 

"Lets go!" Elizabeth yells as the van roars to life, slamming on the gas Mac is pushed back on the mattress and quickly the van escapes the parking lot with the screaming of its tires. 

Elizabeth doesn't slow the van until she reaches a wooded area, trees tower over the colorful van as it fails to blend in. But they're miles from the gas station and coming down from the high speed. 

"Cheers." Elizabeth raises the energy drink and Mac licks it, she laughs and opens it. 

The drink sprays all over the girls face immediately upon opening. She spits out the blueberry flavor and Mac licks her face all over, laughing she pushes the dog back. 

"I get it! That was well deserved karma!" She yells yells the universe,

Suddenly the van spits and sputters. 

"Oh no." She whispers and the engine cuts itself off. 

"No! Baby please!" She hollers and slams on the steering wheel, 

"Is this my karma?" She whispers and leans into her sticky seat, 

"I regret nothing." She says and sips her drink, Mac pants next to her. He breathes a disgusting smell. 

The two sit as the girl finishes her drink, she cringes as the sticky feeling on her face. 

"I can handle a lot of things," she starts, looking at Mac and then the bones she collects all scattered in the van. 

"But I can't handle a facial." She laughs and gets out of the van, Mac jumps out with her and sniffs the new ground. Elizabeth grabs the water from the back she runs it over her face, washing away the substance. Once the feeling of soda was gone Elizabeth checks her face in the side mirror. 

Her eyeliner was running, she shrugs. 

"Tell me, Mac. How do I look?" She turns, expecting her dog. 

"Mac?" She says and looks around, the dog stands in the distance. His head raised as he sniffs the area, Elizabeth cups her mouth and yells. 

"Hey, Get back here!" Mac looks at her and quickly sprints away towards the scent. 

Elizabeth groans and quickly runs after the speeding dog. But he's quickly lost in the weeds of Louisiana. 

"Mac!" She calls out and hears no response, but a rotting smell hits her. She doesn't flinch, after willingly tearing through dead animals for a good bone. She's numb to the smell. 

And now she knows where that damn dog is headed. 

Stomping her way through the thickets, she tries to keep calm her fingers absent-mindedly fidgeting with her silver coin necklace. 

"Well hey there buddy, where you come from?" Elizabeth hears a voice say and she follows it. 

"Alright load up!" Lester says and opens the passenger door of the truck, Jonesy quickly hopes in the truck and sits down. Ready to ride. In the back is another deer carcass, along with a vulture he accidentally hit. Lester taps his hands against the wheel as the music plays, Johnny Cash sings Ring of Fire on the radio, the chorus sings and Lester joins. 

"And it burns, burns burns! The ring of fire!" Lester sings off key and Jonesey howls with him. 

"If I could, I'd be in a band, Jonesy." The dog licks Lester's face and he laughs, 

"Ah you're right, my ugly mug don't belong on no stage. I'm happy right here." He kisses the dogs head and she barks.  

Lester drives down the bumpy pathway that leads him to the roadkill pit, he always checks to see if any strays show. His heart is soft for animals without a home, he likes to gain their trust. Make them feel safe while also being independent. 

"Think we'll find anything?" Lester asks and backs the truck up to face the pit. As the two leave the truck, Lester hears movement from the hole. Turning towards it he smiles when he sees a collared dog sniffing around the carcasses. 

"Well hey there buddy, where you come from?" 

The dog looks up, his mouth full of the meat. 

"Oh come on you don't wanna be eating that old meat." Lester pats his thighs, 

"I got some good eatin at my place if you wanna come with." Lester smiles and the dog stumbles his way through the pile, Jonesey sniffs the mutts face and licks it clean, the new dog pounces and the two quickly engage in play. 

"Well ain't that sweet, already made a friend huh, Jonesy?" 

Lester says, he lets the two play and opens the back of his truck. Tossing out the carcasses, he then opens the passenger door. 

"Alright you two, let's get going!" Lester pats the door and Jonesy was quick to jump in. 

The new dog stood in place and sat, 

"Oh come on boy, don't be shy." Lester whistles, 

"HEY!" Lester looks up, above the cliff he heard the voice. 

"THAT'S MY DOG!" The person yells and Lester sees the stranger, the said dog barks at the voice. 

A girl wearing dark flowy clothes, her face covered in runny makeup. 

"Hey, watch out!" Lester calls out and suddenly the girl fell off the cliff. 

#my writing #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #canon x oc #oc x canon #self ship #self insert

[nobodyfamousposts]

BURN THE WITCH 3 (Miraculous Karma)

Lila Rossi had lived her life by the golden rule: You could get people to do anything if they thought you had gold. Honestly, anyone would be blinded by a glimmer if you made it seem it was worth something.

And Lila was very well versed in the allure of pyrite. As well as what people would be stupid enough to do for it. “All that glitters is gold”, after all. A little shine here. A sparkle there. With a few choice words, she could have anyone convinced she was gold.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Even when things were found out eventually, it never came back on her. They tended to make excuses for her so much that she didn’t have to bother coming up with lies half the time. Then by the time anything did start to fall apart, she was already moved on. A fresh start with no one the wiser.

Consequences were for other people. And this situation with Witch Hunter was no different. Annoying as it may be.

She just had to bide her time until Ladybug showed up to deal with the akuma like she always did. Lila could stay hidden until then. And even in the worst case, Hawk Moth considered her his ally and she still too valuable to risk. If Rose did catch her, he wouldn’t allow her to go through with harming her.

And if he did decide to try and cut her as a loss, she had suspicions and reasonable evidence as to his true identity to implicate him.

Lila had been in this game for years, after all.

Even now, despite where she was, she still had an edge. That was Lila’s true skill. She was crafty and clever and fully capable of turning any circumstances to her advantage.

While she cursed Marinette for shoving her in the supply room, even that ended up being more to her own benefit. It seemed that the supply closet carried within it a number of useful items. Cleaning supplies. A cart. Towels. And it seemed a couple of the staff had been using it to store their personal belongings, bags, and work clothes.

Clearly she needed it more than they did right now.

Within minutes, Lila had donned a disguise. The janitor’s uniform was big on her, though it allowed room underneath for extra padding to make her look more filled out. And apron on top of that to keep things in place. The shoes were old and clearly belonged to a man given the smell, but they were useful nonetheless. And then the hairnet and hat to keep her hair hidden.

She checked herself in a mirror…and promptly stuck out her tongue in distaste.

She looked horrible, but she at least didn’t look like Lila Rossi. And it might be enough to keep them off her tail for a while. People were stupid, after all. Especially when groupthink was involved.

Now disguised, Lila poked her head out of the closet. The hallway was empty. She could still hear voices further along, but it was better to be out and about now instead of letting them catch her in the supply closet or leaving the supply closet. That would just make them think she was hiding, and at least acting like she was “working” would give the sense that she belonged there and add to the illusion.

Lila started pushing the cleaning cart in the direction of the stairs. It would be closer to the exit for one thing, but there were also restrooms right nearby the stairs and she could make the excuse that she was heading there to clean the stalls.

Although she heard shouting, no one was in sight. Not even Marinette, whether the girl had disappeared to. No doubt she’d planned to trap Lila and lead the mob right to her.

Honestly, it’s what Lila would have done had their places been switched. Why would Marinette act any differently?

Of course, Marinette was a goody-goody. It made her easy to predict and manipulate. But really, Marinette was no different than anyone else. She’d drop the nice girl act once it inconvenienced her. It only made sense that Lila act first.

“Hey! You there!” Came a voice. Staying cool, Lila casually looked over her shoulder to see a man and woman walking towards her. Strangers. She hadn’t met them before, but from their countenance and the rope the man was holding, they were clearly part of the akuma’s thrall. “You didn’t happen to see Lila Rossi around here, have you?”

She cleared her throat before speaking in a voice as low and gravely as she could. “What’s she look like?” She asked, acting curious.

“She’s a teenager. Fourteen to fifteen years old. She wears orange and has her hair in this ridiculous style. Honestly, it looks like sausages are attached to her head.”

How dare you—!

“No, sir!” Lila replied with false cheer as she had to hold back her annoyance. “Just fixing to do my sweeping! Sweepy, sweepy!”

The man gave her a strange look. “Okay…”

The woman shook her head at him before turning to Lila. “Just keep an eye out if you see her. She’s a horrible liar and cannot be trusted. She has a good punishment coming to her.”

Like that would be happening.

“Sure thang! You give that little miscreant what for!” She replied before pretending to go back to her work. The two gave each other uncertain looks before shrugging and going back to searching the rest of the school.

Hah. Fools.

She carried on towards the exit, patting herself on the back for another crisis avoided.

Unbeknownst to her, the two watched her leave.

“Why was she talking about sweeping with a mop?” The man asked his partner.

“Who knows?” The woman replied, sending out a message on her phone. “Let’s make sure to keep an eye out for her, just in case...”

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The sounds of chanting distracted Marinette from her kwami, drawing her attention to the hallways outside of the room. It seemed that some of the marchers had started searching the school for where Lila could be hiding.

And it appeared that Lila herself had noticed as well, Marinette bumped into her shortly after hiding Tikki in her bag and leaving the classroom.

“Lila, what are you doing out here?” Marinette hissed upon seeing the other girl out of the closet. She was wearing a disguise of some sort that she must have lifted from the supply closet. Clearly an act of desperation, Marinette could tell. The apron hung loosely around her and barely held the blankets she’d stuffed underneath it in place. The janitor’s jacket was much too big for her. And she had gone so far as to put one of the hairnets over her head. The boots covering her feet were ill-fitting and clunky, more likely to trip her if she tried to run in them. Altogether, it was an attempt to give her the illusion of a different weight and stature, and make her appear to be one of the school’s janitorial staff. A good idea in theory.

But as it was, she just looked like a disaster bound to get more attention than deflect it.

“They started to check the rooms and nearly found me!” Lila hissed.

“Not if the door was locked!”

“They could have busted it down!”

“It was a SUPPLY CLOSET! If you’d stayed in place and kept quiet, they would have just moved on. All you had to do was stay hidden!”

“And then what?” Lila demanded. “Wait for you to lead the mob right to me?”

Marinette growled. “In case you’ve missed the memo, I’m the only one fully aware of just how horrible you and still NOT willing to sell you out to the akuma.”

“And that is ever so kind of you.” Lila said with false graciousness.

Marinette…just didn’t have it in her to try and fight. She was already anxious, paranoid, and on edge. The akuma was slowly taking over the city all for the purpose of hunting down one teenage girl. A teenage girl that Marinette could honestly say she despised more than any other, and would be ashamed to admit she would want to simply leave to her fate. Even her own kwami was advocating for it.

But Ladybug is better than that. And so is Marinette.

So despite her misgivings, nudging from Tikki, and temptation in general, Marinette took it upon herself to protect her enemy and try to lead her to safety.

However, since she was doing so as Marinette, it was only a matter of time before they were bound to run into a search party from the mob. Glancing around the corner of the school, Marinette counted…five…six of them? And sure enough, there was the akumatized Rose—Witch Hunter herself, scouring the streets and calling more people to her cause as she continued to read from her list with one hand and ring a bell with the other.

Was the scroll the akumatized object? It seemed too obvious. But the bell was questionable as well…

Nevermind that. Sanctuary was the priority right now. And the safest place she could think of was home.

But as it was, the mob was blocking the way to the Bakery. As loathe as Marinette was to let Lila into her home (and as much as part of her knew Lila would abuse the sanctuary to find something to use against her), it was the only place at this point she could think of to safely hide the other girl while she transformed into Ladybug.

Unfortunately, they had to find a way past the hunting party first.

Also unfortunately, Lila had her own plan on how to get around this obstacle.

Said plan involved shoving Marinette into the open. And hard enough to make the naturally clumsy girl tumble out from their hiding place and face plant onto the ground.

“Look!” Lila called out, cupping her hands around her mouth to make her voice echo. “A conspirator helping the Witch! Someone grab her!”

Marinette gasped and sent Lila a nasty glare from over her shoulder.

Curse her sudden but inevitable betrayal!

Marinette turned back to the mob, fully knowing she would have seconds to see them converge upon her before her untimely demise.

Only…they just stood there staring at her.

“Hey! That’s Marinette!” Came a cry—Alya, she recognized.

“She was shoved!” Someone exclaimed.

“But she’s an innocent!” Witch Hunter announced. “The sort to try and help someone no matter how horrible they are or how little they deserve it.”

Oh. Thank you, Rose. Kind of someone to actually notice.

“And someone shoved her and tried to make her a target!”

Gasps abounded. Marinette blinked in confusion.

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

Lila was clearly even more confused, given her bewildered and frustrated expression.

“Only the Witch would do that!” Witch Hunter proclaimed loudly, drawing more people to the area. She pointed to the poorly disguised Lila. “No disguise can hide your foulness! GET THE WITCH!”

“Wait…let’s not go with that!” Marinette cried out, but she was ignored as the mob charged at Lila with a multitude of battle cries and wielding various objects including but not limited to some branches, two hockey sticks, and somehow, a pitchfork.

“Oh come on!” Lila exclaimed, swiftly turning and making a run for it.

The mob chased after her with Witch Hunter at the lead. They all made sure not to trample Marinette as they passed, leaving her unharmed save for her initial tumble, so there was that at least.

Within moments, Marinette was left mostly alone, save for a few members of the hunting party who saw fit to try and check on her. She was still sprawled out on the ground. Less injured than she expected she would be. But alive! And not taken by the mob.

That...

That did not go as she expected.

Though it clearly didn’t go as Lila expected either.

So…win?

“It’s okay, Marinette.” Alya said, in a way that might have been considered comforting had it been a couple months ago and a mob-inciting akuma not been involved. “Lila is a horrible deceiver. You didn’t know any better.”

…She could swear Alya was patronizing her.

“Yeah. Sure.” Not like she had been the one trying to warn everyone else or anything.

Alya appeared oblivious to the sarcasm. Instead, she pulled out her cellphone and grinned at whatever was on it.

“No worries! I’ve already put out an alert to the Ladyblog. Everyone will know of Lila’s crimes, so there’s no way she’ll escape punishment.” She smiled at Marinette. “You go home and rest. You’ve been through more than enough from that Liar.” She spat out the final word like a curse.

Marinette…forced herself to weakly smile back.

“Thanks…”

She watched, wondering what weird morbid world she was in as Alya announced she would be going to rejoin the search so she could get Lila’s demise on camera. For prosperity.

Marinette just stared as the last of the mob trailed off.

“Did that just happen?”

Tikki popped her head out of the bag.

“I told you to just let the mob have her.”

“SHUSH.”

#ml fic #witch hunter #lila sucks #marinette dupain cheng #tikki #tikki no #evil tikki #rose lavillant

[vulturevanity]

Any thoughts or ideas as to how the Owl House can negotiate the incoming karma that Lilith has due from cursing Eda and generally being a horrible person and the fact that Eda does seem legitimately better at everything? Deserve it as she may I kinda doubt the show is going to go "Yeah your sibling can be better at you at everything no matter how much you try. Get over it." Sibling rivalries happen with kids and it can get nasty though not usually Clawthorne nasty.

Oh no people are coming to me with actually difficult questions

Anon dear, I could answer this in a lot of different ways: how I think Lilith's arc is going to go down this next season, how I would write it if I worked in the show, how I wish it'd go down...

So I'll just do all of them. Because character analysis is fun! Let's go, Lilith simps

The ideal scenario:

I'm of the opinion that Steven Universe is The Show of character studies (to the detriment of its own story, but never abandoning its themes), and no show will ever develop its characters quite like SU did. That doesn't make me wish other shows did a lot more of that anyway, because I love me some complex character development.

First, @sepublic has quite a few fascinating posts exploring and discussing Lilith (and every other character as well lol) that could potentially earn their own little moments. We could address her guilt and fears, her short-sightedness, the mask of pride she uses to disguise her low self-esteem (which ties in neatly with the established conflict that Eda is the Better Sister in every way), the fact that she actively disregards everyone who isn't herself, her sister, or someone that could help them...

The list goes on and on, but there are only so many episodes in a season and we haven't gotten season 3 greenlit yet (the show will be on D+ on Oct. 30th' yall. Go for a Halloween binge! Give them the numbers!). So yeah, not too much time to explote Lilith so thoroughly, and it makes my heart ache because I stan one (1) double-faced witch. But can we at least get one Lilith+King episode? I feel like she deserves it.

Onto a more practical take, thinking as a screenwriter:

How I would write Lilith's arc:

Honestly, the difference between Eda and Lilith (besides the bias in how the story treats their similar traits. Let's be honest, the show thinks Eda's cheating is just a fun quirk but Lilith's cheating is Bad and She Should Feel Bad) is that, while Eda embraces the truth of things and uses it to her advantage, Lilith lies about all the important things, even to herself, up to the very second where she can't anymore. She only sees what she wants to see, only believes what she wants to believe, and acts upon her deliberately limited perspective as if it's all real: "the curse will only be for a day", "Belos will heal Eda", "I'm currently dangling a child over death spikes but it'll be fine after this is all over".

So I'd highlight that difference first and foremost and write it so Eda has full awareness of the complexity of their current situation, while Lilith is trying really hard to pretend This Is Fine (at least for the first couple of episodes, as a B-plot sort of thing since the show is still mainly about Luz).

In my season 2, Eda would be trying hard to find another portal for Luz while reassuring the kid that not all hope is lost (the Earth myths were crossed over from the Boiling Isles for centuries. It means there must be another way!), while trying her best not to maim Lilith for the crime of existing after everything she did because, after all, they are sisters and she loves Lilith in the end.

Meanwhile, Lilith tries hard to get back into her and Eda's old sibling dynamics, hoping to mend the bond she destroyed with the curse while politely looking away from Luz (and King) the whole time. Up until Eda gives her the ultimatum of "Hey, it's kinda your fault that the kid's stranded here, so either help me fix that or stop existing in my presence."

And then Lily would be like "Ah heck. I mean, fine, I will, but what can I do that you can't?", which is a good segue into the "my sister is better than me" arc. Because the one thing Lilith had over Eda was her social standing among the high class witches, which is certainly gone now that the entirety of the Boiling Isles saw their escape from Belos. So unless she can convince someone from the inner circles to help her because of her former reputation, she's pretty much boned.

So I'd throw her a bone and allow one (1) contact on the top level. Make it Mr. Blight, since she already had the connection of being Amity's tutor and we don't need to introduce a new character just for that. And it is shady as heck, because she literally just did one good thing for Eda and is already in cahoots with The Blights; but Terrace said Alador is an interesting guy, and this is just how I'd do it. Plus, we'd be up for the prospect of a possible face-heel turn if Lilith is coerced into accepting a chance of getting back in the good graces of the Emperor again (obviously not happening, since she knows Belos to be a lying piece of garbage who would turn her into stone for a corn chip). I'd almost be tempted to have it blow up in her face again because I'm a sucker for angst, but the poor woman desperately needs a break from messing up, dear lord. So maybe she gets all the info of the castle's happenings from Alador while Luz, Eda and co. are off either chasing portals or planning a coup d'état, whichever comes first.

Mind you, this would all be happening in B-plots, so I'd take advantage of that to obscure some things and purposefully make Lilith's intentions ambiguous. Of course, in the end she has no reason to betray her sister again and every reason to stay away from the Emperor. But the tension is good for some juicy angst ("Eda, please; all I'm asking is that you trust me on this. Just this once." "You know why I can't, Lilith. You're asking too much."), and when she finally gets something good out of her underhanded tactics and shady connections, it'd be a great boost to her confidence and a fine way to establish that Lilith isn't Bad At Everything, Actually.

Idk. I wrote this in one sitting.

How it'll probably go down:

Honestly? No idea. We've seen very little of Lilith after her change of heart and she seemed as apologetic and willing to receive her just rewards as I expected her to be, but her continuing to act like that doesn't make for good TV, and the whole "Eda is the Better Sister" thing really wasn't featured a lot in YBOS save for the flashback.

If she is genuinely processing her guilt still, she can be extremely eager to make up for everything by being overtly apologetic to a pathetic degree. But I don't think her mask of pride has been totally pried off yet, so she might also be resistent to changing her attitude.

In any case, I think the most likely path is for the show to have Eda not let Lilith forget her fuck-ups for a single moment as a running joke, have Lilith always protest but not really be able to defend herself, up until she does The One Big Thing that will finally earn her some respite. I'm not even sure how they'll tackle the whole Eda Is The Better Sister thing, but not doing anything about it would be weird since that conflict is the whole catalist for the curse and all that followed.

So anyway, I just wrote yet another wall of text about Lilith because I love her. In conclusion: I simp hard

#the owl house #lilith clawthorne #character analysis #i think I overdid it again but who cares #i have a shovel and I'm willing to dig

[iguessishouldbethankful]

What inspired the headcanons about the Crooked Path?

Okay. Let’s go back to when Rok got me the Sly Cooper trilogy collection and heard me scream into my headset as I played along with Sly Cooper 1. Ancestors, revenge, wanting to recover one’s legacy, so many unanswered questions and not enough damn birds in this series unless they are complete assholes.

And boi howdy was I waiting for a bigger punch from Clockwerk besides me really enjoying his voice. Something about that voice lemmie tell you.

But I guess what got me started on the Crooked Path was basically me wanting to get more involved with the lore by making OCs. Masha was not my first OC, instead that was Silver Flock, a crow. Her whole original story was centered around a huge heist she and her fellow band mates would need to perform, stealing incredibly expensive jewels from a royal family so they can buy their freedom from the Mafia back in the USA. Sly would be involved, but not as their ally: as an enemy because he had no idea the heist had a deeper meaning. He’d only find out later as he runs into the dead bodies of the band members along the way and realizes he did a big mistake.

At the time, I was planning on Masha and Mikhail to be the villains, and wrap everything into this story with an obvious sad conclusion. However... The more I worked on Masha, the more interested I became in her story and the possibilities she could bring to the table by being Clockwerk’s descendant. And with her, came me wanting to make my own ancestors for the Cooper clan.

As well as me not fully agreeing that all Coopers were good thieves. There are skeletons in every family’s closets, attics and storage rooms. Ambition, ingrained evil, mistakes, misunderstandings, greed, jealousy, so many different things can influence someone into falling from grace. And that’s why I worked a lot on Meabh Cooper and her eventual husband, Brais Carrasco. Mea was exiled from the Cooper clan, disowned by her father. Why? Too many questions and disobedience. There is more, but I’ll eventually get into it later.

And I always had the interest of exploring inner conflicts more than I have believing that someone is purely good when in fact, Sly does not come off like that in the games to me. He’s manipulative in my opinion. I just wanted to know where that came from and made someone that is connected to him in the past that was horribly nasty...

And truly caused the downfall of Clockwerk all those centuries ago.

I also wanted to give more of a stable background to Clockwerk, why he became so hateful, so horrid, not caring for anything else but killing a specific family and it all stems back to Meabh as well. Just, it was never visibly recorded in the Thievus Raccoonus book. As for Masha and Mikhail, there is so much more to them now. The same way the Coopers aren’t all good, not all Klokovs (Clockwerk’s family) are evil and cruel. There are layers to them, layers to what they understand.

You could say, a lot of what inspired my headcanons and lore for the Crooked Path is the fact that not everything in life is what it seems. Sometimes unfinished business will always catch up to you, karma is always a sneaky bitch, and you cannot force happiness to come when you want it to. You cannot have everything in life. And sometimes the correct thing to do is swallow your pride, ask for forgiveness, accept your flaws and move along because no one is perfect.

This is also my way of making the characters more relatable for myself. More realistic for my point of view. I know it won’t be something everyone will enjoy, and not everyone is fond of OCs and added lore or canon divergence, or someone else’s take on a series. That’s okay. This was mostly meant for me. I’m just happy some people are interested.

By the way, Silver Flock will be in The Crooked Path, but instead of a current series character, she’ll end up being part of one of the ancestor’s story instead. She holds a special place in my heart, being my first SC OC.

Other things that have inspired The Crooked Path for me were these things:

The fact that there are hardly any bird characters on the good side.

I love witchcraft and magic and myths and fables and lullabies.

Seeing the flaws in people.

Angst. Oh lawdy.

Twists and turns.

The Crooked Path: basically means the path of deceit in most definitions. It also means the path of the witch. But for me, it means that not everything is as it seems.

#sc crooked path #sly cooper #headcanons #peep peep #long post #Anonymous

[bastardsunlight]

//an RP horror story

A few years back, in college, I think, I had a roleplaying partner who wrote an OC—a damn decent OC, for the most part. I always liked her. She was a little bit of a tragic backstory trope at times, but she had a cool power and it was kind of fun to weave stories with her and the OC I was writing at the time. He was this alien sleeper cell, an extraterrestrial, genetically engineered to look human, but he wasn’t human at all, as far as DNA sequences and all that. He was also gay. He was my OC, always had been, had a boyfriend at one point (I think he died or something, so who’s the real tragic backstory mofo now?). Anyway, one day, the mun came to me and talked about a child between them. I wasn’t really into it, but I have a problem saying no—or I DID. I just figured she’d go on and headcanon away, no big deal. She went so far as to make a blog for him, their son. She had two storylines… Either the child died and her OC was left bereft and depressed, or the child survived and my OC had to raise him without his mother, who would have died in childbirth. Never mind the bit where I wasn’t sure how the kid came to be, right? So I finally asked her “yo, you remember my OC is gay, right? And he’s never really shown any interest beyond kinship based on the fact that the same secret MIB-esque organization is after them…?” So she put this idea out there that the organization had caught them at some point and had somehow drugged my OC and made him essentially force himself on her. Now, keep in mind, she was the one pushing for this ship. She really really wanted it. I’d reminded her once or twice that it wasn’t going to happen and she seemed okay with like, non-mutual pining. I figured that was okay because people pine after folks they can’t have all the time. But she made an entire blog for the kid, wanted to include him in our stories… I was so turned off by that whole thing I just stopped visiting that blog. I had others, where my partner respected my sexuality HCs and didn’t try to pin RAPE on my muses! I thought it was an isolated incident, but evidently this happens a lot in the RPC. I’m horrified, y’all, just totally taken aback by the immensity of the gross disrespect. Don’t question peoples’ HC’d sexualities/genders/lack of propensity for rape just because you have a fucked up kink or you want a ship. Either be straight forward (and take NO for an answer) or keep it to yourself. I’m not judging your kinks and shit, dudes, I don’t give a fuck—but don’t be forcing it on people like THAT. It’s not fucking hard to not be a rude piece of shit, just so you know. The kicker is when it happens and the other person blames YOU??? That mun didn’t. Sometimes they do. They’ll ghost you, block you, make passive-aggressive posts dancing around what happened because honestly, if they laid it out word-for-word, I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts they’d lose their followers and get some nasty hatemail. I’m not saying anyone deserves negative anons and shit, but if you do that and you get ‘em, karma has come for you, man… I don’t approve or condone it, but maybe think twice before you do that shit. RP is a team effort. Think about someone outside yourself for ten seconds and for chrissake, respect people’s interpretation of a muse, original or canon. Doesn’t matter. You wanna write the muse? Write a fanfic.   ((Okay but no URLs. I don't want a witch hunt))

#negative #just don't do this shit #please

[carelessgraces]

GUIDELINES

BEFORE INTERACTING

About the writer: Marianne, she/her, 28, EST. I’ll answer to Ani or Mari, as well. My time is limited and this is for fun!

This is a private and selective blog for ASTORIA GRIM. Astoria is an OC inspired by very early character information on Astoria Greengrass from Harry Potter; while she has a Harry Potter verse available, those verses are available only on request and with extensive plotting. In all other regards, besides her name, she is an original character. This blog will feature triggering material, including plot-appropriate violence, sex, drug/alcohol use, discussion of abuse (Astoria is a survivor), and other potentially triggering content. I will tag all common triggers, and anything I am asked to tag. Please take care if you follow!

Please tag cancer, sexual violence of any kind (including ‘dubious consent’ and somnophilia), and images of spiders.

ON INTERACTING & FOLLOWING

This blog is mutuals only. The only exception to this is for members of group verses. If I follow you, I want to write with you! OCs, multimuses, and crossovers are always, always welcome! Feel free to write greeters, send memes, turn memes into threads, and message me to plot! Please don’t write me unsolicited starters otherwise. I don’t require reblog karma, though I don’t like being used as a meme source if we never interact.

I reserve the right to not follow, unfollow, or block users as I see fit. I won’t follow back if you are under 21, or have no mention of your age / age range on your blog; all minors who do follow this blog will be softblocked. If I unfollow because your blog has been inactive for a while, please let me know when you come back! Don’t romanticize Nazis, don’t be an asshole about “dark themes” (which can be written well & respectfully!), and don’t guilt and manipulate your followers. I won’t interact with any portrayals that engage in whitewashing, or ignoring canonically established races for characters. I will not follow or interact with cisswapped characters written by cis writers. (I’m cis; it’s not my place to tell anyone who isn’t how to approach gender.) I don’t enjoy writing with characters that are completely devoid of flaws, vulnerabilities, or weaknesses – it’s just not fun for me when there aren’t any real stakes, and the rules of whichever universe we’re playing in don’t apply to one of the characters involved.

I don’t have a lot of patience for public nastiness. Everyone vagues from time to time; that’s not a huge deal. But we’re all amateurs here and publicly disparaging another amateur’s work — which has been presented to you without layers of editing by various professionals — doesn’t make you interesting, it makes you kind of insufferable. I’m too old for pettiness and popularity contests and honestly, so is everyone engaging in them. 

This blog is low-activity, low-pressure, and low-stress. I’m very comfortable to unfollow liberally to keep it that way.  If I unfollow or block, it’s simply because I don’t want to see something on my dash, and think it’s important to curate my own experiences; it’s not a statement against you in any way.

I don’t experience duplicate (character or face claim) anxiety or insecurity and would love to bond over a character we both clearly adore! Please feel perfectly free to follow first. 

ON CANON & FANDOMS

I have no affiliation with Harry Potter and I don’t want any. Astoria is inspired by the handful of extracanonical notes to the original series, most of which seem to have been ignored within canon. My Astoria has no basis in The Cursed Child, and is, at this point, very much an original character who was inspired by, and has evolved beyond, the original series. Here’s a better place for your money than anything JKR is putting out. 

My emphasis on this blog is Astoria in crossovers and AUs, primarily in a “modern witch” or “modern crime” verse. For fandom crossovers, I prefer to put her in the Grishaverse. Any verses with significant canon divergence, or significant canon intervention, will have extended biographies available to read.

There are only a handful of fandoms I will not interact with, due to my own comfort. I may interact with the characters in AUs if I am comfortable with the writer. Find the list here.

ON RELATIONSHIPS

I love playing with established relationships of any nature. Come and plot with me if you want to jump right into a dynamic of any kind! I am always open to new ships — I love shipping, and it’s one of my favorite things about collaborative writing. You are always welcome to approach me to talk about ships; it’s not force-shipping in the slightest, and chances are, I’m already excited about it.

I won’t write incest ( relationships between second cousins, or closer ), and while I am very comfortable writing complicated relationships, I won’t romanticize abuse or toxicity, or write explicit abuse scenes.

Astoria has various default ships across her verses; this doesn’t mean that I don’t want to ship !! Just that if we aren’t planning a ship, I may reference her default.

If you’re interested in shipping, please take a quick look at this post.

ON CONTENT

Please understand that the source material I draw from deals with potentially triggering material, including (but not limited to) violence, sex, drug/alcohol use, and abuse. All of these topics will be dealt with on this blog with care and gravity, and will be appropriately tagged. Please take care of yourself! I’ll tag anything I’m asked to tag (formatted as #tw: [trigger]) and will never approach “dark” subject matter in a flip or disrespectful way.

I am a legal adult and am comfortable writing legal adults having consensual sex. I will not write smut with or about anyone under the age of eighteen. I am perfectly comfortable with and willing to write scenes fading to black or time jumps. I will not use visual aids of any kind in replies involving graphic sex and ask that you do the same. All NSFW images and text will be tagged as #nsfw;

My formatting is minimal – typically small text and 100x100 icons. English is weird, in spelling and grammar. I don’t super care if you get it right all the time. If I need clarification, I’ll ask! I won’t follow anyone sacrificing accessibility for aesthetics, including with photoshop replies, impossible-to-see icons, and purple prose excessive to the point of being incomprehensible.

If you are uncomfortable with anything you see here, please let me know. I am not perfect and I am sure I’ll make mistakes; if that happens, and you’re comfortable, tell me, and I’ll make every effort to fix it and to be better in the future, in the case of me doing something harmful.

CREDIT

Found here.

EXCLUSIVES & MAINS

If I am exclusive with a particular portrayal, please do not approach me to write with other versions of these characters on this blog. Please also know that I’m unlikely to drop exclusivity for any reason besides extensive (two or more months) inactivity, or breaking mutuals. Threads which ignore or disrespect my exclusivity will be dropped.

Found here.

#( mobile info )

[a-winterprince-blog]

Family Ties (7/15)

Summary: Not long after receiving a strange warning in a dream, Killian finds himself forced to go to Camelot and deal with a long forgotten enemy. The heroes follow to aid him, but soon they are pulled into a net of family secrets and intrigues, with a foe who seems to bring back the dead. Killian is reunited with his family, but can he trust them? Rating: Mature Content Warning: Mention of rape and minor character death. Corresponding chapters will be marked accordingly. 

As always, a huge thank you goes out to my wonderful beta @onceuponadisneypotter (AO3) and my two amazing artists:@thisisartyannaand @captainodonoghue! You can find the story on ff.net, as well.

It was cold. It was always cold. Cold tucked her in when she went to sleep, cold woke her up in the morning.

She opened her eyes, seeing the stone ceiling above her. Her eyes had long since gotten used to the dark. She barely remembered what light looked like.

Milah sat up, cracking her neck to get rid of the nasty tension. Sleeping on stone wasn’t exactly comfortable. The straw that had once resembled a bed was hopelessly scattered all around the cell. She’d tried to push it back together more than once, always picking up more dust than anything else.

Her hand reached for the bone she kept next to her. She’d saved it from her food, back in the old times when she’d gotten more than a bowl full of slime. Almost automatically, like every day, she started scratching a line into the cave wall. It took her a while, as always, but at least it was a way to pass time.

She didn’t even know if she was counting days. It was hard to tell when you didn’t see the sun rise. She marked every time she woke up, that had to be enough.

When she was finished, she stretched out her free hand and felt for the biggest marking, the one she’d made a while ago. The one she’d retraced time and time again, carving it deeper and deeper into the stone, so she would never forget. She counted 147 lines after it. Almost five months. Almost five months had passed since Liam’s birth.

Milah closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against the wall. Five months. Where was he? Was he even alive?

She called him Liam, in her head. She didn’t even know it was a boy, it could as well be a girl, but she didn’t want to think of him as an ‘it’. So, until she found him, because she had to believe that she would see him again, he was Liam. A name she knew Killian would’ve loved.

She hadn’t seen him. The witch had taken him right after his birth, before she even had a chance to take him in her arms. She remembered that day like it had been yesterday. She’d screamed and fought, tried to get on her feet and get her child, but she’d been too weakened from giving birth, and the witch had been too fast. She’d been left on the floor, grabbing the bars with both hands and screaming her lungs out for her to come back as the witch carried the small bundle in her arms and disappeared.

There was a sudden light at the door and Milah spun around. It was the witch, lifting the protection spell from her cell before opening the lock on the door with a flick of her wrist, as she always did.

It was the spell that held her captive, not the bars. Milah had lived too long as a pirate to be held by a simple lock. But there was nothing she could do against magic and boy, had she tried. She’d spent hours, days, maybe even weeks trying to break out of her prison, breaking her fingernails on the lock and hurting her shoulder in trying to push open the door. It wasn’t possible. Not for her.

“Breakfast”, the witch said with a cold smile, setting down another wooden bowl. “Or dinner. Whichever suits you.”

“Where’s my child?” Milah demanded, again. She had never gotten an answer, but she wouldn’t stop asking. Not until she knew.

“Safe,” the witch replied, and Milah’s heart skipped a beat. It was the first she had heard of him since he was born. “For now,” she continued with a cruel smile. “It won’t be long now. Then I can finally harvest what I sowed. Until then, I need your precious baby to be alive.”

It took a while for the words to settle in. She was still surprised to actually have gotten an answer.

“What do you mean?” she whispered. “What are you going to do to him?”

“Enjoy your meal”, was all she heard. The witch locked the door behind herself before walking away in the darkness.

“Get back!” Milah screamed, throwing herself at the bars. “Let me out of here! Give me my son, leave him alone! Who are you? Why are you doing this?”

She felt tears running down her cheeks as her voice got hoarse from all the screaming. There was no one to hear her. The witch had left.

Angrily, she wiped her face. Crying wouldn’t help her, and certainly not Liam. She had determined that when she had first woken up in this prison. She would stay strong, no matter what.

Any yet, what could she do? No one knew she was here. No one would come for her. And if they did, they wouldn’t get past the witch. She had clung to reason and sanity for months, despite the circumstances, but who was she kidding? She was never going to get out of here.

Milah didn’t know why she was still alive. If it was her child that the witch needed from her, why did she keep her alive now, months after delivery? The way she had talked about ‘harvesting what she’d sown’, she must have a plan. Maybe Milah was a part of it, as well. Maybe she was yet another pig waiting to be slaughtered when it was ripe. Like Liam.

Liam, whom she’d failed. Maybe this was her punishment for leaving Bae. She’d been a mother, and she’d thrown it away. She’d abandoned her child.

She’d never been religious or believed in Karma. With everything she’d seen in the Ogre’s Wars, and later, in her pirate life, she’d come to the conclusion that there was no higher justice. Good people died, and bad people survived, thriving happily on the blood and bones of innocents. If you wanted something, you had to get it, and be prepared for stones to be thrown in your way. Eat or get eaten.

But now, she wondered if maybe there was something like karmic payback. If there was, it was catching up with her. And Liam would pay the price.

Not being able to hold back her tears anymore, Milah sank to the floor, arms still reaching through the bars of her cell.

“Please,” she whispered, not sure who would hear her. “Please just save him. Someone please save him.”

She repeated those words like a prayer, and maybe that’s what they were.

“Please.”

Henry carefully stuffed the bag under his cloak, making sure it wasn’t too obvious. He had packed a little of everything that they had been served for dinner. Well, everything he could pack and carry without crushing it.

Kara must be hungry, after all, he hadn’t visited her in two days. But he couldn’t do this too often, otherwise his family would get suspicious.

He wanted to tell them about her. He promised her they would save her mom. And he was still determined to keep that promise, but now it seemed they’d have to wait a little longer than expected.

Firstly, he wasn’t usually invited to battle discussions. He was stuck with whoever they put on babysitting duty. They told him he could help take care of the babies, but sometime he wondered if he was actually one of the children that needed to be taken care of in their eyes.

So telling them about his encounter with Kara was hard. He rarely found the time to speak to anyone in private, and after a while he stopped wanting to. If they didn’t want to know what he had to say, why would he tell them what he knew? They thought he was just a kid anyway. Even if they decided to go and save Kara’s mom, they would never let him come along. He’d just sit in the castle and wait for them come home victorious.

And yet he knew this wasn’t about him. This was about Kara getting her mom back. And about them defeating Morgause and getting Calie back. He knew he had to tell someone.

It was Robin’s turn to look after the children while the others were discussing their plans. He had to tell him, now. He’d promised Kara.

Henry took a deep breath and sat down next to his stepfather. How should he start this? Thankfully, Robin broke the ice first.

“So, Henry, how are you doing?” he asked him.

“Good,” Henry replied. “I mean, my sister’s been taken hostage by an evil witch, but apart from that…”

“Don’t worry, we will find her,” Robin assured her. “If there’s one thing your family is good at, it’s finding people.”

“I know. That’s what I told… Look, Robin, I gotta tell you something.”

The former thief turned to fully face him, his face serious. Henry like this about Robin, he made him feel like he was taken seriously.

“What is it?”

The other day, while you were having dinner with Arthur, I met this girl…”

Robin raised his eyebrows. “Oh. A girl.” He nodded. “Do tell.”

“It’s not like that”, Henry said embarrassed. “I just think she could help us. She knows something about Morgause.”

“You told her about Morgause?” Robin asked concerned. “Henry, I understand that these matters are confusing, especially when you’re young, but you can’t just trust a stranger with our purpose in Camelot. Remember, they are not particularly fond of magic in this kingdom.”

“I told you, it’s not like that! And she is a witch, too, I helped her escape from the guards. Her mom is being held captive by Morgause.”

Robin frowned.

“If that is the truth and she wasn’t lying, maybe we could indeed win her over, but if she is just a child I doubt that she could – or should – help us much in battle.”

“She’s the same age as me!”

“Exactly.”

“But I want to fight!”

“Not a chance, Henry. It’s too dangerous.”

“Stop treating me like a kid!”

“You are a child.”

“Maybe we could just protect her from Morgause?” Henry insisted.

Robin looked at him and chuckled. “We’ll see what we can do. It’s always so refreshing to see the fruits of young love.”

“We’re not in love”, Henry said through gritted teeth. “She threw a pinecone at me!”

“Yes, it does indeed not sound like she was very impressed by your flirting. But I am sure once she gets to know you…” he teased.

“Robin!” Henry shouted. “I mean it! It’s not funny.”

“Sorry to interrupt”, someone said at the door.

Belle’s head popped into the room.

“Robin, we need you in the conference room.”

“Now? But I’m supposed to watch the children.”

Belle glanced at the cribs, her gaze lingering on her daughter.

“Henry can watch them. It’s not for long, and they’re sleeping anyway.”

Robin shrugged. He got up from the armchair and patted Henry on the shoulder.

“I’ll be back in a moment. If they wake up, you know where to find me.”

“I think I can rock a baby to sleep,” Henry assured him.

“Yeah, but they might be hungry, or need to get changed. Anyway, if you need anything, I’ll be close.”

Robin gave him a friendly nod and followed Belle out the room, closing the door behind him.

Henry got to his feet and strolled to the cribs. He leaned on Neal’s, careful not to move it. He looked down at the sleeping child, feeling the bag for Kara under his cloak. It didn’t look like he’d manage to visit her today.

“Guess we’re in the same boat, Neal,” he mumbled. “We’re just kids to them. They won’t let us do anything by ourselves.”

As he watched his uncle sleep, a plan began to form in his head.

Morgause looked at the small glass phials in her hand. She had snatched them from Merlin. It had been ridiculously easy, playing the good girl and pretending to accept her fate to get close to him. For being the most powerful wizard of all, as they said, he was unbelievably naïve.

She recognized the liquid inside at first glance. It was a powerful and rare love potion, taken from the private stocks of Avalon. As much as she knew, these two were the last ones. Nimue had undoubtedly intended them for Mark and her. Her hands trembled with anger.

“First she controls my actions, and now she wants to control my heart”, she muttered under her breath. “It won’t work. I won’t let that happen.”

These potions, of course, didn’t create true love, but they were strong enough to make the person believe they were in love. Only the death of the loved one could break them. With this, Nimue wanted to make sure she would marry Mark and be a good wife to him until he died.

“You look troubled, milady”, she heard someone say. She looked up.

Tristan was standing in front of her, his young face filled with concern. She forced herself to smile.

“I am simply thinking about the future, Sir Tristan.”

He gave her a short nod.

“May I join you?”

“Sure.”

He sat down, facing her.

“Were you sent to keep an eye on me?” Morgause teased.

He smiled uneasily, caught.

“You are to marry a king and restore the peace between two kingdoms. We cannot risk anything happening to you.”

“Of course”, she sighed. “I am merely a peace-offering.”

Tristan frowned.

“Milady, you are not thinking of running away, are you?”

She forced a smile. “Of course not. I will accept my fate. That doesn’t mean that I have to like it.”

She turned around. “Where are my manners? I haven’t even offered you a drink!” She grabbed a horn of wine. Shielding her actions with her body, she emptied one phial into it. She completed the spell with one of her hairs.

“Here”, she said, offering the horn to Tristan. “Have some wine. It is good.”

She felt a smile spread on her face as she watched him set it to his lips. Behind her back, her hand closed around the other phial. She had plans for that, too.

She would get her revenge.

#captain swan big bang #csbb #csbb 2017 #ff #family ties #emma swan #captain hook #killian jones #captain swan

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THE END!!!!!!

Title: Yuan Fen

Ship: R/J AU

Notes: Yuan Fen: Fateful coincidence; destiny which brings two people’s lives together at some point, often through astronomical odds. “It takes hundreds of rebirths to bring two persons to ride in the same boat; it takes a thousand eons to bring two persons to share the same pillow.” A concept related to karma in Chinese Buddism.

Rating: PG/PG13

This is the epilogue!

***ROUGHLY A YEAR AND A HALF LATER***

“No. Bring it. You’re going to be there for more than a month this time, and who knows what the weather might be like?” 

“Not warm enough to wear tiny, skimpy black dresses, Cali,” Rachel almost laughs, but before she can react, her friend takes the sleeveless Diane von Furstenberg cocktail dress out of her hands and stuffs it none-too-gently into a garment bag. “And besides, I’m going to be there to work, mostly, not to...” 

At that moment, the intercom buzzes. “Miss Harris, it’s Mr. Kade Bowen,” the doorman’s voice comes respectfully through the box. 

Rachel rolls her eyes even as Cali loudly hums the Wicked Witch of the West theme from The Wizard of Oz. “Fine. Let him up. Might as well get this over with in person as through seven missed calls on facetime again, right?”

Kade knocks on the door a few moments later, impeccably dressed in a charcoal gray Michael Kors suit and a black cashmere coat, his handsome face settled into a frown. “I heard from your father-- who, by the way, is quite remarkably abrupt with me these days, that you’re actually transferring to the Chinese branch at your work. Rach, this is not like you. First, you took off on that trip on some whim, then you completely shoot the plans you’ve had since forever to work for someone else’s company instead, and now you’re off to China again? Over a guy?”

“No. Not over a guy. But because those original plans, complete with marrying you and raising 2.5 kids to be snotty and superior to wait staff like their father is, don’t suit me any more,” Rachel raises her chin, yanking a pair of jeans out of a dresser drawer and packing them into her suitcase. “And my father is okay with me working as in-house counsel for Estee Lauder, he told me himself. If that work happens to take me to China, that’s my business, certainly none of yours.”

Kade shakes his head and sighs in exasperation. “I keep hearing rumours about some guy or another. If that’s true, then that’s so very unlike you, Rach. And if you haven’t kept in touch with him in this whole time-- which considering that nasty censorship problem they have over there I’m sure he doesn’t even have any social media presence to speak of-- well, you’re wasting your time, if you ask me. And your money. Thousands of dollars, down the drain!”

“No one asked you, asshole!” Cali pipes up, shooting to her feet in Rachel’s defense. “So you can take your snide, self-righteous prick attitude and your bullshit unsolicited advice and shove it up your...”

“It’s okay, Calliope. Kade isn’t here for long. He knows I have to go to bed early tonight, I have a plane to catch in the morning.” Rachel ushers Kade towards the door, then steps back, and though her voice is soft and even, it is lethally sharp. “Sure, I’ll spend thousands of dollars. Which is a lot less than I would end up shelling out in therapy bills, not to mention divorce court settlements, had I stayed with the likes of you. Now, I really do hope you have a good and happy life, Kade. If you could dig up some speck of human kindness and dignity from the depths of your soul, please give me the same courtesy. Have a good evening.”

In the background, Rachel can hear Cali golf-clapping, before the other woman cackles a loud “Bye, Felicia!” and reaches out to slam the door in Kade’s face. 

**

Rachel, bolstered by Cali’s enthusiastic encouragement if not by the quite-ludicrous amounts of Agent Provocateur lingerie that the latter apparently deems necessary to bring on her trip, makes it all the way to cruising altitude on the plane before the anxiety hits. In the year and a half since she’d seen him, she’d taken it upon herself to learn how to speak Chinese, and landed a job with a chance for international work. John may have spoken of fate, of predestination, but nothing was wrong with giving it a little push, right? And once she’d gotten the ball rolling, so to speak, it was quite a bit easier than she thought it would be. She might not be fluent, not quite yet, but learning the language is a lot easier than she thought it would be. Gramps would have been proud. 

But... she had indeed not spoken to John since the latter had walked out of her hotel room all those months ago, taking a huge chunk of her heart with him. The borrowed cell phone had been returned to Miss Chen at the tourist agency, and a facebook search for “John Simmons” had turned up quite a few different people of that name, but none of them him. He was handsome, friendly, charming, and met new people every day. They had not made any type of promises or commitments. Even if he wanted to see her, how would they find each other in a country of close to two billion people? 

She hits the attendant call button to ask for a cup of water for her suddenly cotton-dry mouth, and then glances up in surprise at the familiar face of the flight attendant. It’s the same one who’d brought her and Ann the southern lady expat margaritas on that flight so long ago, when she’d almost broken down. 

What were the odds, right?

Yuan Fen. Fate, and predestination, which brings people into each other’s lives. Rachel calms down, drinks her water, and lets herself anticipate the crowds of people going through the customs line once she arrives at her destination in Beijing.

**

It’s just as big of a crowd as she remembers, though this time, she navigates it with quite a bit more aplomb, and when the officer asks for her papers and her destination, she answers, in halting Chinese, but with a smile. There’s no polished tour agency liaison to greet her this time, but she follows the signs herself, heading for baggage claim, then the taxi stand. One pulls up to the curb just as she makes her way down the walk, and when the man exits out the back and stands, looking up through tousled golden-blond hair, she just can’t believe her eyes. 

“Oh my God, Rachel?” His voice is incredulous, and then she feels the pressure of familiar hands on her shoulders, and then she’s crushed to his chest as his arms go around her, tight, shaky and ecstatic. Neither of them seem to be aware that they’re holding up traffic, that the cab has long-since pulled off as they stand in each other’s arms at that curb surrounded by their bags-- his, slightly battered canvas, hers, a sleek black leather matched set. She feels his breath, unsteady as hers, tangling the hair at the top of her head, hears the racing beat of his pulse under her ear, and when she looks up, she can barely see his blue eyes through her tears. But his lips press against hers, first lightly and carefully as though trying to ascertain that she’s real, and then fiercely. They don’t part until both of them are about to pass out from lack of air, and even then, she clenches her hands where they lay-- one around a handful of his shirt, the other tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“What are you doing here?” Both of them ask the exact same question at once, and it elicits a giggle out of her, especially when she notices that they’re still standing at the street curb surrounded by both their bags. He, too, seems to come back into the present, and raises a hand to hail a cab, even though his other holds onto hers. Whatever his business is at the airport, he seems to forget it altogether, because he gets into the cab with her after they jam-pack their combined bags into the trunk, and lets her give the cabbie her destination without any input. 

“You first,” Rachel orders. Her head is pillowed against his shoulder like it belongs there and she’s quite sure there’s an incredibly stupid, goofy smile on her face that she can’t control. “What are you doing here?”

“I was going to try to make a quick trip to America,” John tells her, one hand stroking down the length of her dark hair. “It’s the wrong time for that, of course. Chinese New Year is a big traveling holiday, and... lots of flights on standby. My excuse was, of course, to maybe go surprise my mother. But I was going to go to New York afterwards. I didn’t really have a concrete plan. I just... I had to.” His eyes, a great deal bluer than the smoggy Beijing sky, stare into hers. “I had to believe that fate would have brought us together a year ago, that it meant something.”

“It does,” she whispers, and then she’s not sure who makes the first move, but suddenly they’re kissing again, blissfully unaware of the snarls of traffic and the honking car horns as Beijing reaches rush hour. “It means everything,” she mumbles against his lips. “I got a job out here. In-house counsel, Chinese branch of Estee Lauder. I guess I’ll have to learn how to read street signs.”

He offers to teach her, and doesn’t let go of her for a moment, not even when they arrive at the apartment that’s part of her stipend, and all their bags tumble down somewhere in the living room area and she lets out a rather undignified squeal as he lifts her off her feet. They don’t really get to exploring her new place until quite a while later, after eating takeout dumplings from the diner down the street straight out of the plastic to-go containers, in bed. 

Some months later, after the summer monsoon season has ended there, they make another trip to Shangri-La. 

Rachel doesn’t get lost this time. Or sick.

But she does buy another wreath of flowers from a little old lady. It looks a bit incongruous still, fluffy purple blooms against her dark hair amidst the sea of red silk that she’s wearing, but all the varied people present and taking photographs seem to agree on one thing. Calliope says it as Rachel and John stand together, silhouetted by soaring mountains and setting sun, his lips pressed to her jade-encircled wrist. 

“God, she’s a pretty bride, isn’t she? They’re going to live happily ever after.” 

***FIN***

#R/J #senshi/shitennou #sailor moon #fanfiction #fanfic #yuanfen romcom

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Outlander Epi 3.03 Recap

All Debts Paid like a good, Red-Coated Lannister should.

As always we salute the writer of each episode. This magical one is written by the legendary Exec Producer, Photographer, Location Scout and super fan - Matthew B Roberts. *raises glass

Boston, 1956. Claire and Frank really should have learned not to have breakfast together by now.  Sure Frank is the cook this time and damn, I can almost smell that bacon-grease fried bread but all this white fashion and happy conversation is giving me indigestion. Far from book Frank, TV Frank is a cheater! GASP But he’s discreet. Oh, that makes it better then...NOT.

Meanwhile in Sunny Northern Scotland, it’s 1755 at Ardsmuir Prison.  Harry Quarry aka Old Geezer, is giving a dashing Lord John Grey (SWOON & SQUEE for Oz actor David Berry) the 10 schilling tour of his new Govenor-ing responsibilities.  Whisky is the only hightlight of being banished to the Northern-most post. Slainte! Short of hanging Lord John, this is hell itself especially since Kilts were banished post-Culloden.  Goodbye knee-porn. *reaches for a tissue

They arrive in Ardsmuir’s happy place, the yard bursting with grinning prisoners, leaping about in the sunshine. Or not. Old Geezer points out the fully clothed (drats)  Red Jamie aka Hooligan of the Highlands, who has plagued Lord John’s conscience since their last meeting. Lord John is too swoony to speak. There he was, standing right there in the shadows of the yard looking like the artful Dodger himself.  Any shiftier looking and he’d swing out an arm, only for a ladder of fake Rolex’s to appear for a fiver each.

Harry tells Lord John that he had supper with Mr Fraser, aka Mac Dubh weekly because who wouldn’t, ye fool.  Also, the other prisoners saw him as their leader and it kept the prison pleasant. That and 400 juicy rats.  Mac Dubh was not to be trusted though and was trussed up like a xmas ham in chains. Lord John declares he’ll not dine with that....I think he’s going to say ‘Spunk Rat’ here but then realises Harry would hear him and it could get awkward.  Instead, he ops for ‘Prisoner’ and we carry on.   

When it’s time to clinker back to his luxurious cell, Jamie tinkles like xmas bell until he finds a little perch. A nasty cough is heard from behind him and then a familiar voice asks if he’s met the new governer?  For the love of all things grumpy, it’s Murtagh!  Hooray! He’s forgotten to brush his teeth since Claire left and rats are eating him alive but more concerning to Dr Jamie is his cough. 

Forget where Murtagh’s been for the last umpteen years, we want to hear all about the new fella....  Jamie says he’s young, scairce more‘n a bairn which translates to.... well.... young.  Prison obviously makes you a bit gay because Jamie then notes his carriage *cough, his square shoulders then talks about his arse.  No wait, he has a ramrod up his arse.  This translates to 'educated and posh'.

Jamie is invited to chat with Lord John in his quarters, as Hazza Quazza suggested.  A rat crawls out of the dark and Lord John is mortified.  He demands a cat chase the fat rat until it’s splat.  No time for Dr Zeuss Jamie says, the cats would stop the gourmet cooking classes in the cells. Then what would bored prisoners do? 

Claire has finally graduated from Medical school and has a party at the house.  Bree is taking photos to mark the occasion and neglects to put herself in a picture.  Good parenting.  Frank is eager for them all to leave for their dinner reservations. Not suspicious at all, Frank.  Wasn’t he M16? Oopsey, Claire finds a pretty blonde lady on the doorstep.  Double oopsey, Frank didn’t mean to have his mistress turn up early.  So busted.  Claire decides its suddenly quite normal to go to reservations an hour early and clears the party goers out toot-sweet while Frank and little Miss Early-pants stand aside pretending they are decorative palms. Oh Frank.

The hills are alive with the sound of a ranting madman in Scotland.  Red coats find a hobo wandering near the coast and take him into custody. Duncan Kerr rants about Gold and curses so of course the Red coats get excited.  Lord John, smelling his golden ticket back to civilisation, hurries to Jamie to make a deal.  He’ll lose the Emo jewellery if he translates the madman’s Gailidgh and French ramblings. It's a deal.

Frank comes home from his hot date with Candy, errh, Mandy or is it Sandy and Claire is waiting for him.  He’s visibly drunk and she’s visibly ready to insert his British-issue ramrod! Claire accuses him of humiliating her in front of her colleagues.  Frank slurs ditto and that her face is like glass; no one at his work believes in their sham marriage anyway.  Claire gets snippy about his girlfriend and Frank says Sandy is no harlot, she has a PHD in linguistics.  Who saw that coming?    PS I want that bar!  He poors another drink because we all know you win arguments when you are drunker!  She asks if they’ve done the horizontal tango in their bedroom and Frank lashes back with a stinging “I think our bedroom is too crowded already”. Ouch Claire.  That’s a fine serving of karma pie you’ve just choked on.

It’s cheery days over at Ardsmuir resort too.  Jamie is trying to work out what the near-dead Duncan is raving about.  He is very interested when Duncan mentions the McKenzie, Ellen marrying silkies and a White Witch.  I fear he’s stumbled across some cocaine hustler but he insists that the Gold is cursed and the white witch will come for Jamie.  Spooked af.  Jamie tells the eavesdropping Lord John that Duncan was not making much sense.  John smells a rat and this time its a big red, unshaven Scottish rat not telling the truth.  He threatens to get it out of Jamie but Jamie just snorts.  Umm been there, done that, bought the Black Jack Tshirt already, Lord John.

Bree turns 16 and it’s evident Claire and Frank are no longer on the same page. 

Murtagh is getting more Dr Jamie medicine.  Does anyone else think perhaps it’s Jamie’s healing skills causing them all to be sick in the first place?  Murtagh is curious about Duncan Kerr’s news and when he hears of the story including a White Witch, he launches into some purvey memory about Claire and how often he thinks of her.  It’s kinda creepy but hey, prison. What is in that tea, Jamie?

 Lord John summons Jamie for supper.  Jamie decides that’s a great time to suggest the Governor let the men roam the moors and set traps so they can catch their own meat, since the British are too stingy.  At first Lord John thinks he’s pulling his leg but then Jamie explains it's another rat under the table. The prisoners can set their traps while out Peat collecting.  Oh well that’s alright then! They have supper together and Lord John explains the lack of intelligence of a pheasant but it’s good with red wine sauce.  Jamie takes a bite and instantly has a foodgasm. 

Later, back at story time in his cell, Fraser decides sweet-talking the cellmates to sleep with his tales of buttery rolls, is a kindness.  He's gone saft in the heid. If it was me sharing a cell and missing the good food, I’d tear him limb from limb.  Or lick him. A lot.

Lord John now surely needs anxiety medication, after Jamie jumps him while out taking a leak beyond the prison walls.  Jamie had escaped from the Peat Gang a few days earlier and now had returned.  Jamie confronts Lord John about their history and tries to insight him to kill him as he promised the first time they met.  John refuses to kill an unarmed man and they share a look. It's love blossoming.

They wander the nearby field shooting the breeze, as you do. John listens carefully as Jamie reveals why he had to go see if Claire was the white witch, Duncan was raving about.  And of the gold?  Jamie says he found an empty box with one jewel remaining and hands Lord John a perfectly cut sapphire. They are now BFFs.

Quick bounce back to Bree graduating in 1966 from high school. Claire chooses to wear white again. I’m sensing a pattern here.

In Ardsmuir, Lord John refuses to deny his fave prisoner’s requests.  Who can say no to that big red lion.  Lord John gets Murtagh a proper doctor.  Jamie can stop collecting Watercress now and Murtagh is vera grateful.

Jamie is playing chess with Lord John and they bond over wicked moves and their lost loves.  John confesses to losing his boyfiend at Culloden and Jamie tells John that his wife was called something starting with C. Umm, yeah, that’s it Claire.  She loved festering boils like no other.  John is impressed and jealous all at once.  More reminiscing ensues about their first meeting.... “If you found a 16 year old shitting himself a worthy opponent Mr Fraser, then it’s no wonder the highland army was defeated”.  Nah, it was the stupid bravery that impressed him mostly.  Is John blushing?  They bond like super glue to a shoe and things are going rosy.  They talk of that fun time he thought they were raping Claire too - oh the scallywags. 

Things get melancholy because alcohol. These two girls can’t handle their plonk and Lord John goes in for a raunchy hand caress.  Jamie suddenly realises he’s on the menu and tells John to take his hand off him or he’ll replace his ramrod with his sword.  John realises he’s just made a mammoth mistake and things are more tense than a rat in a prison cell before lunch time.  Jamie leaves in disgust and Lord John sheds a tear, for he needed new pants again. *squelch

Frank tells Claire he wants to move to England and take Bree now that she’s 18. She could go to Oxford while he works at Cambridge and Sandy, Mandy & Candy can come be his proper wife/wives.  Claire tells him no frikkin way. Bree is hers and he can’t take her.  He reminds Claire that every time she looks at Bree she sees Jamie and he just wants to live with a wife who loves him.  Fair point.  Insert shit storm and tears here.  He storms off out the door with his keys just as the phone rings.  Claire is called to the hospital for surgery. 

Ardsmuir is closing as it’s too comfy now for prisoners and the next garrison want to move in.  They insist they have a better recipe for Rat stew.  Jamie is pulled out of a line up away from Murtagh and is told he is being moved elsewhere.  The others will be indentured and sent to the colonies (America).  It’s a hideous moment where we are all waiting for Jamie to start struggling and shouting and trying to get back to Murtagh before they are separated by a whole ocean but it doesn’t happen. They can only exchange manly looks. Snow is falling as Jamie is tied to Lord John on a horse and is forced to walk for days.  There is little chit chat during their journey.  Lord John says they’ll have to talk eventually.  Jamie is still sulking about Murtagh but Lord John says they'll only be slaves for 14 years.  No biggy.

They eventually stop on a barren hill overlooking an extremely large estate. Ok it’s more of a palace but it’s home for now.  Helwater Estate is owned by the Dunsany’s and Lord John has arranged for Jamie to live there for now.  He explains it really is the best he could do for Jamie, short of a pardon and he should be totes grateful.  They kiss and make up and stride off into the sunset. 

Claire is soothing a patient’s stressed relative when she sees Dr Joe coming with his serious face. This can’t be good.  It’s Frank!  Nooooooooooooo!   There’s been a car accident.  Well, stick a fork in me I am done as all the feels are happening on my face.  Damn onions. 

Claire races to the morgue to see that he is indeed dead. As she enters the room, my heart shatters with hers.  Frank’s face is without a scratch and so surely he’ll pop up in a minute like Jon Snow.  Give it a minute...... ok, one more minute..... Nope. *ugly crying  She finds his dead neck most magnetic and goes in for a whiff or a kiss, we aren’t sure.  It’s a bit weird.  Claire confesses to his nearby spirit that she really did love him *eyeroll and that he was her first love. Nawwww. *tears again.  Claire slowly leans in for a final kiss and a tear rolls down her face onto Frank’s nose.  Gahh!  Too blurry to type more..... 

The End.